Chapter 57:
Larry Enjoys A Stroll Down Mammary Lane
The good news for all of the horny young girls and guys who’d playing house lately was that with Wayne involved, there was now a parent who was deathly afraid of his daughter’s getting pregnant. Happily Wayne had a friend for life who was a doctor with a practice in an adjacent county. While performing volunteer work, Wayne had helped save the doctor’s home from a century flood 8 years earlier. Wayne could handle heavy equipment better than the average ‘dozer jockey’; his ork had rescued a number of homes during that crisis.
Almost overnight, Wayne took his girls to see the grateful ‘Doc’ because the locals all had big mouths. Even if a county doctor or pharmacist were discreet, some hometown clerk or receptionist wouldn’t miss an opportunity to gossip. The truth could be bad enough, but the homegrown tongue-wagglers would embellish any truth into a tabloid headline every chance they got, for good measure. If they were determined to be having sex, Wayne wanted his girls on the pill, but he sure didn’t want people hearing about it.
Doctor Jennings was pretty cool about it. Naturally he examined both sisters. While he had his face between Lynn’s legs, she easily convinced him to see Carly as well. It may not have been necessary to tell him how cute their adopted sister was, but the doctor was a good looking mid-40’s male, so she knew it couldn’t hurt to have him know he’d get to examine another hot young teenage pussy.
Before long all three girls were having their ‘irregular cycles’ treated with low estrogen birth control pills. So thanks to Daddy, three girls and three guys could soon breath a little easier. Now Lynn only had to drive to his office to get a three-month supply for everyone four times a year.
Nearer to home something was up that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Mom was acting differently. Maybe it was my imagination, but from the time Munchkin and I became lovers it seemed to me as if Mom changed somehow. It could be as simple as now that I was having sex, I was becoming more aware of females in general. Yet I swore Mom was dressing more attractively, maybe using a hint of makeup where she didn’t before. It seemed to me she’d begun wearing clothes that showed a bit more of her great figure. Mom was only 36, with her healthy life-style she could pass for a never married 20’s-something.
Clearly Carly got her great tush from Mom’s side of the family. When Mom wore the right jeans or dress, her buns would wiggle so enticingly that I understood only too well why Dad would’ve wanted to marry my mother.
Mom ate sensibly and stayed active. She didn’t do much around the farm itself, but she did tend a huge family garden, feed the pigs, rabbits, and a dozen goats. We mostly ate meat and vegetables we’d raised ourselves thanks to her. She also kept enough chickens that we always had our own eggs. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen much of her body, but she did have super legs. From occasional hugs I tell she had a narrow waist and didn’t have an ounce of flab.
Like any young boy, I’d wondered what my mother’s breasts looked like. Lately, I was wondering more than ever. Yesterday she’d worn a blouse that showed there were two nice sized soft fleshy mounds inside. Did her teats look like Carly’s I’d caught myself wondering? Mom’s looked to be slightly larger, but very, very nice. I never cared much for women with bovine boobs; I liked a sleek, feline figure the best.
Another thing; I’d swear was Mom seemed to be finding more excuses to spend a little time with me. I didn’t mind, in fact I enjoyed it. She seemed to be evolving into more of a friend and acting less like a mother.
When I dried dishes the last few times, we’d had nice conversations about school…what I wanted to do down the road, etc. She wanted to hear about my feelings; was I happy, stuff like that. Several times she’d told me if there was ever anything I wanted to talk about, anything at all, that she’d do her best to be straight with me. That was a new wrinkle as far as I was concerned, I could always talk to Mom, but ‘anything’ hadn’t really been on the menu before. Certain ‘areas’ had always been clearly uncomfortable for her, so ‘anything’ surprised me greatly.
The following week I’d told her how pretty she looked. Mom had worn a simple robin’s egg blue dress for dinner, but it’d impressed me. In my opinion, she’d looked very attractive. Honestly thinking she looked extra nice, I told her so while I was drying the final plates. As soon as I’d voiced my compliment, she had dried her hands, then asked me to give her a hug. Setting the towel down, I gave her a sincere two-armed hug.
Firmly, Mom hugged me back; she felt so nice pressed tightly against me. She smelled great too. I didn’t know if it was a hint of perfume, or she just had a fresh scent from a recent shower, but it was certainly delightful.
Our embrace lingered. Mom held me close for a long while before saying, “You’ve grown up so much I have trouble believing the young man I’m holding was once my little boy. Good God you’ll be leaving here before long for a life of you own. Would it embarrass you if I kissed you?”
When I shook my head sideways, Mom rose up on her toes a little way before I reacted by bending down to meet her lips. I was startled by how sexy her breasts felt against my chest as they slid up my front. When our lips met, her mouth was softer than I ever remembered it being. Instead of puckering, I think she simply brought her lips close to mine. I bent my head until the distance closed to nothing.
It wasn’t a long kiss, but it wasn’t short either. Our lips melted together into a soft, tender, warm kiss. Mom didn’t exactly break the kiss; rather she slowly slid back down until she stood flat-footed again. My lips followed hers a short distance to maintain the contact. Her lips slowly peeled apart from mine. I was even more aware of her breasts moving down my chest than I had been as they’d slid up. My body was very aware of how soft they felt.
After an awkward moment if silence, we resumed doing the dishes. A couple times her left breast rubbed against my right arm as we worked, each time it sent an electric jolt from the point of contact all the way to my groin. It was easy enough for to me to get an erection when nothing was going on, it was impossible not to get one at that moment with thoughts about seeing her breasts careening through my hormone soaked brain. Twice I had to turn away so I could adjust my bulge into a more comfortable position.
Two days later it was Dad and Carly’s turn to clean up after dinner. Mom invited me out for a walk. We strolled along one of our farm roads. A clear sky and gentle, warm breeze helped make it a very special time, we had a good talk. Holding hands as we walked, we sometimes put an arm around each other’s waist.
Seems Mom was concerned that I didn’t repeat some of the mistakes she felt she’d made. Nothing tragic ever occurred, she just regretted not having had a plan sometimes. Mom felt at times that she’d just let things happen instead of making them happen.
At that point I wasn’t far from having my own cattle business started. I’d been building up a herd with a first-rate breeding program for several years. I’d gotten into breeding years ago as a 4H project. Instead of selling, I’d mostly held onto my offspring to build a herd. I’d sold a few head here and there, but used the proceeds to acquire more breeding stock when I’d find a real bargain. I hadn’t decided about college, I had the brains, but didn’t know what I’d want to study.
Being so fortunate to have such a lovely evening, we walked on and talked on. I hadn’t noticed at first, but our hands had slid from our waists until they’d come to rest on the top curve of the other’s butt. I didn’t know what felt better, her hand on my buns, or mine feeling her firm cheek moving beneath my fingers.
As I found myself getting aroused again, my mind reflected upon my mother as a sexual entity. I wasn’t so naïve or ignorant as to not understand exactly what had occurred all those years ago for me to be standing beside her at that moment with my arm around her. My teenaged body was reacting more and more to the knowledge that the woman beside me was likeable, visually pleasing, and had all the right female equipment to coax sperm out of a male body.
We found a grassy spot with a huge tree stump from a once magnificent oak; it was plenty big enough for us both if we sat close together. Putting my arm around her, she laid her head on my shoulder. We watched the sun going down in silence.
Mom’s left hand reached across her front until she covered my right hand, which held her waist. She guided my hand up a little ways so she could reach me better. When she did, my fingers were pressed onto the side of her lower right breast. God she felt soft! Her right arm dropped, trapping my hand against her teat, a trap I didn’t want to escape from I might add. While it was simply my body reacting, still, I soon had a warm, sensitive erection.
Mom’s dark hair felt downy soft against my cheek; its scent teased my nostrils. She used an herbal shampoo that made her hair smell delightful, as if she was a part of the countryside we were savoring. Sitting there felt more like a date with Lynn than an after dinner stroll with my mother.
Man, I was hoping like hell that Carly wanted a little ‘help with her homework’ tonight. I was feeling horny as goat. Hugging her a little closer to me, I used the opportune motion to creep my fingers another inch up the side of her right teat. She didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t speak if I’d had to.
Minutes passed, the warmth radiating into my palm absorbed me. Wanting so much to fondle the tender flesh resting against my fingers, only fear kept my rising lust in check.
“We’d better head back, Honey.” she softly said.
Though slow to release her, we were soon back on our feet. Quickly I put my arm around her the way I’d had it before we’d sat down. This time I purposely let my hand slip lower and lower as we walked. Soon I had my open palm as far down as it’d been before.
Now I wanted more! With each step, I allowed my hand to slip a hair’s breadth at a time. We’d begun chatting again, but it was light stuff that I could field without much effort. My thoughts were concentrating upon feeling my mother’s sexy ass rolling as were strolled.
After 500 feet of minute drops, my hand was a third of the way onto her swaying buns, and a little more to the middle to boot! More! I wanted more! Nevertheless, I kept it there, I had a nice handful of a sexy female butt, any lower, and I could no way pretend it was there casually.
By the time we reached the house I was ready to screw a knothole. I was set to make a mad dash upstairs; my boner was going to be inside Carly’s pussy or my hand very, very soon. Just as I was ready to bolt, Mom turned me to face her. Putting her arms around my neck, she again rose up on her toes to kiss me. Since she’d dragged her soft mounds across my chest again, I didn’t need any coaxing to return her kiss. Again her soft lips awaited my arrival as she said, “I enjoyed being with you very much tonight, I hope we can do more…of that.”
Our lips met. Soft, so very, very soft. I saw flashes behind my closed eyes when I felt her body mold against my throbbing erection.
“My God does she feel my boner? Is she going to scream? Is she going to think I’m a pervert?” Those and more panicky thoughts raced through my head. Still, I managed to remain outwardly calm and maintain the lingering kiss.
When she backed down, her eyes found and locked with mine.
“Say young man, you’re getting to be a good kisser. I’m going to have to be careful around you.” With that she smiled, gave me another quick peck, then spun around to head into the house. I was so turned on I almost walked into the screen door as my eyes followed the sensual roll of her buns walking ahead of me. “My Dad is a lucky man.” I thought. “I wonder how often he makes love to that terrific body.”
Thank God Munchkin was interested and available. I freely admitted to being ready to explode. Bless her heart, she said I could just go for it as soon as I had changed. While I hurriedly put on a robe and pajamas, Munchkin donned a nightgown. In a flash I was soon standing in her doorway. Carly lay on the floor, a couple books open as usual. As soon as she was in position and watching me, I opened my robe wide. I was fully clothed in my PJ’s, except I hadn’t buttoned my fly so my erection and balls jutted out for the entire world to see.
“Oooohh, nice boner big brother.” giggled Carly softly. As I walked behind her, she rolled onto her back, pulling her knees up to her chest. As her legs went back, the nightgown lifted then fell onto her chest. The sight of her raised crotch greeted me. Her hairless pink slit pulled open inviting me to enjoy her body.
“I’ve been playing with my pussy while I waited. Just eat me until I’m wet enough, then dive in. I see how ready you are! You poor baby.” She was teasing me with her voice, but her body was offering me sincere relief.
Plunging into Carly’s slit, I ate Munchkin like a starving man at a Thanksgiving feast. Within a minute I had her vagina slick and my drooling penis at her opening. Running myself up and down her length a few times, I swirled my tip into her entryway. As soon as she seemed slippery enough, I tried a series of small strokes to test her. Deeper, ever deeper I sank.
Satisfied she was ‘good to go’; I rested my weight on top of her. My tongue wormed into Carly’s mouth. Once we had a good ol’ sexy kiss going, I sank my entire shaft into her lean body. We groaned into each other’s mouth as our coupling commenced.
Hormonally I was in such a bad way that I was utterly grateful Carly understood my urgency. Right out of the gate I began pounding long strokes into her warm body. Damn! I was almost there, yet we’d just begun. My tip was swelling already. Even as I had mounted my sexy sister, I’d had to struggle not to come, but I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Already I felt sperm loading up; plus the tender, torturous tingling that builds as an imminent orgasm is held in check.
“God, I adore you Carly.” I hissed as the first stream of hot, thick semen gushed into her body. Ungh, ungh, ungh… I drove and spurted time and again. Carly made wide circles with her hips, exciting my penis even more. Ungh, ungh, ungh… I pumped as much sperm into Carly as I ever had.
It was a long time before I stopped moving. Long enough that Carly was even able to enjoy a mild climax herself. Even after I finally became motionless, I stayed hard enough for Carly to screw herself around my shaft. To help her, I locked my hips at a three-quarter withdrawn position until she reached a second, even better climax.
Holding each other, basking in the afterglow, we were just beginning to catch our breaths when footsteps on the stairs sent us into our fire drill. My robe whipped closed! Munchkin’s gown flew down! We were on our tummies with a book in front of us when Mom appeared in the doorway. She stood there just smiling a few moments. Damn but I swore she looked directly my way when she said, “Everything coming along OK? Anyone want anything to eat?”
“Everything’s just fine, couldn’t be much better, thanks.” I said.
“We’re about ready for a break, we’ll go down for a drink in a couple minutes, thanks anyway Mom.” Carly added.
“OK. If either of you want anything just ask me.” Mom stayed in the doorway smiling at us briefly. “Larry, since Carly and your Dad are running errands all day tomorrow could I count on you to help me in the garden for a couple hours tomorrow?”
“Sure, glad to give you a hand.” I smiled, feeling pretty mellow for some ‘strange’ reason.
Taking a deep breath, Mom smiled at us as if she was thinking about something pleasant then headed to her bedroom.
Alone again, I asked Munchkin if she needed ‘anything’ because I knew I’d gone off so quickly. My hand slipped under her hem so I could finger her wet slit and clit. She gave me a looooong sweet kiss, but said she was “fine, thank you very much.”
Showing one of her finest evil grins, Munchkin did request I get a good night’s sleep so she could maybe enjoy a quickie in the morning before she had to leave for Sears and all.
“Anything to help a lady in distress, ma’am.” I drawled returning her grin.
Chapter 58:
Mom Tending The Garden Makes Everything Grow, Even Larry
Thanks to one of those mysterious teacher conferences, that I’ve always suspected were nothing more the faculty sanity days away from the kids, it was a school holiday. Carly made sure I was up and out early. As soon as we got to the barn, she made sure I was out and up, then in. Sex was always fantastic. Carly was always incredible to make love to. But slipping into her warm body when the air in the barn was so brisk felt better than almost anything I could think of at the moment of penetration.
By choice, I took Munchkin from behind. I lived for the sensation of her buns pushing into my groin. Soon my hands were under her bra massaging or cupping her magnificent mammary glands. Carly established a very slow rhythm so she’d have plenty of time to play with her clit. This morning I’d promised her she’d come first in thought and fact. Our options were limited with us both having our pants around our ankles, but we both achieved our ‘goals’.
Carly did come first. When she moaned, “Oh, yes, yes, I coming…” I turned my hips loose. When get gets off, Carly is so sexy that she invariably makes me come if I’m anywhere near ready. This fine, brisk morning I was very ready; I’d had erotic dreams all night, but no nocturnal emissions. Needless to say my pump was primed. It felt as if the harder Munchkin’s tunnel clamped around my penis, the more my erection swelled. I doubted any of the sperm I felt coursing through my long tube would have a chance to leak out for a while.
My glans was swollen and super sensitive. So sensitive that morning that my hips would buck on their own as intense tingling caused me to thrust spastically. Carly must have enjoyed herself; going limp like a rag doll, I was soon holding her up by her stilled cupped teats. She couldn’t stand very well. She didn’t speak, but she did flick her clit for as long as I kept my piston in motion. Gotta love a women that knows how to enjoy sex.
Eventually Carly’s tight vagina asked me to leave. Facing each other in an embrace, we kissed a few minutes, all the while fondling our lover’s genitals. At last, both satisfied, and out of time, we pulled up and refastened the other’s pants because that felt a lot sexier than doing our own.
We hugged a last time. I knew it would be late before Carly was home again. She and Dad had a long list of errands. Since they went to a real town so rarely, Dad planned to take Carly to dinner and a movie to reward her for recent excellent grades, and for a little bonding.
Carly headed straight to the shower when she got in. She not only needed to get ready while Mom fixed breakfast, she also used the opportunity to rinse out any telltale semen that soaked into her panties.
All too soon she’d left with Dad.
Mom seemed to be in a happy, playful mood while I helped with dirty dishes after our meal. We talked about a lot of things, in no particular order. Seeing a wistful expression during a comment about her family, I became curious about her life growing up.
It was pretty neat hearing about many things that hadn’t changed at all, and things that were drastically different in just a couple decades. I got the impression she’d been a bit lonely growing up despite the fact that she must have been one of the prettier girls around. Guess I’d always assumed pretty girls always got anything they wanted, and somehow were never neglected.
Dishes done and put away, I announced I was going for a shower. As I turned to leave, Mom did something she’d never done before. She gave me a friendly swat on the butt as she said, “Don’t take too long, I need you, in the garden. Will you be outside soon?”
Turning, I gave her a hug and a kiss that was half lips, half cheek. She lifted a hand to my cheek, it lay there softly as if encouraging the kiss to linger. Mom was a good kisser. She headed out the back door for the garden; I headed upstairs to the bathroom.
By the time I’d changed then joined her in the garden, she’d already hauled out the buckets we’d need and was busy picking green beans. While Mom picked along one side of the row, I was supposed to gather from the other side. Apparently she’d already picked a few cucumbers and squash, she could be a real bundle of energy at times.
At first I concentrated on picking beans, then my concentration went all to hell. As I straightened up to give my back a rest, I looked over the tall plants towards Mom. That was when I realized she was wearing a baggy shirt, the top couple buttons were undone, and the shirt was hanging away from her chest. Mother was not wearing a bra! Mom had fantastic breasts!
As she reached high and low for beans, I was treated to the sight of her breasts swaying inside her blouse. I saw thick red nipples, cleavage, and soft, alabaster skin that begged to be touched. Immediately I began picking beans from places that gave me the best chance to peek down her front. When she’d stand, I’d pick like a demon where necessary to move into a good position for another look at her teats. Despite having a good screw with Carly earlier, I was definitely very horny again.
My every other thought was devoted to earnestly wondering what else Mom had hidden under her clothing, something I hadn’t done since early puberty. Her pubic hair must be jet black, but what did she look like naked? Dad was so lucky to be able to have her any time he wanted I kept thinking. My mind tried to picture a hard penis moving in and out of her body. I could and couldn’t picture it.
A lot of beans on my side of the row were missed I figure. I was fully preoccupied watching her breasts and thinking about sex, not a formula for getting work done. Before long, we were at the end of the row. There were a lot of beans in my bag, so I guess I accomplished something. Mom emptied her load into a box, but some spilled. As she knelt down to pick up the dropped ones, I stood immobile, again seeing inside her blouse.
When her beans were all in the box, still on her knees, she reached up for my bag. At that point I figure she caught me staring down her top; I was very slow reacting and my eyes weren’t anywhere near her face. As I caught myself, I lowered the bag to help empty it into the collection box. Then it was my turn to catch Mom’s eyes somewhere else. A major boner was puffing out my pants, her eyes locked onto the evident bulge. For a long, but unknown amount of time, I was watching her teats and she was watching my groin. I know my cock jumped a couple times; I think her nipples grew fatter.
We both snapped out of it together, then finished boxing the last of the beans. Mom suggested we take the veggies in, then get something to drink. Offering her a hand up, she took it; smiling sweetly at me as I pulled her to her feet. Grabbing the bean box, I was glad I’d been a gentleman and let her go first; it was so nice walking behind Mom. Her rolling buns seemed to speak to me all the way back to the house.
Putting the harvet on the table, Mom handed me a glass of lemonade as I turned her way.
“Let’s have a seat in the living room while we drink.”, she said, heading out of the kitchen. I followed her swaying tush to the other room , then joined her on the sofa.
“Larry, from what I can see I’d say you’re getting to be a pretty big boy. I want to ask you a few adult questions, and I want you to give me honest answers. Please don’t be afraid, the truth won’t hurt you, I promise. Are you OK with that?”
Now I was nervous! I’d been thinking about her body, seeing her naked; next thing I know she wants to have an adult conversation. Certainly, I didn’t know what to expect; besides…I was just too horny to think very straight, not to mention a bit curious.
“Aaah, I’m OK so far, but I’m not sure what’s on your mind.”
She smiled at me. It was nice smile, a warm smile, so I felt myself relax.
“Honey, are you and Carly having sex?”
Thud! The weight of the world fell on top of me.
My mother never talked about sex, much less acknowledged anyone even had sex, least of all me and my sister! My chin dropped, not a sound came out of me for a considerable time. I might have literally died, except she was still smiling at me. If Mom had looked angry I don’t know what I’d have said, but her face looked soft and kind. “Yes.” I whispered.
“Why?” she asked softly.
After a long silence, I replied “We were pretty lonely, we like each other a whole lot, and I guess we were pretty curious about each other’s body. I dunno maybe there’s other stuff, but that’s mostly it I suppose. How did you guess? We were pretty careful I thought?”
“You were careful I’d say, and I hope you were VERY CAREFUL in the most important way…” I nodded yes to her allusion to Carly getting pregnant. “but, I have an acute sense of smell. There were a few times lately when I found you together that I could smell the scent of sex in the air. It was too strong and too often too have been much else.”
“Are you going to kill me?” I wondered aloud.
“I thought about it…”, she replied, but her from tone I felt she was more teasing me than being threatening.
“There were a few things I needed to think through before I opened my mouth, and to be sure about before I accused you two. If I was wrong, I’d be opening up a whole can of worms. Just so you know, I haven’t said a word to your father. If you keep giving me straight answers, I don’t plan to either.”
The world that had just crashed atop me suddenly felt a little lighter. Silently awaiting her next move I just sat there.
“Larry, I know this is going to embarrass you, but that’s not my goal. In the garden this morning, were you looking down my shirt?” I nodded ‘yes’ glumly.
“Did you get excited from looking at my body? I mean, did I see an erection in your pants just before we came in?”
My face felt like I must be fire engine red, certainly it felt hot enough to fry eggs. My eyes fell to the floor. The words took a long while to form, but I finally squeezed out “Yeah I was, and yeah I did. You’re very beautiful. Once I saw I little of you, guess I wanted to see more, a lot more. I’m sorry.”
Mom slid closer so she could take my hand. “I really appreciate you being so truthful with me. It means more than you know. You don’t have to be sorry. It was a natural thing for a young man to want to see all he could. Your erection was a compliment actually, your body was saying you liked what you saw.”
“Some of the things I had to mull over were frankly related to how little your father or I have told you about sex. Another thing, I wanted to remember was how I felt at your age. My parents never told me anything about boys except ‘wait until your married’. That doesn’t sound at all familiar, does it?”
I laughed in spite of myself. We both knew full well it was the household mantra. Mom was even prettier when she laughed.
As the chuckles faded, she looked reflective. After a considerable pause, she continued. “I’ve changed, maybe grown over the past few years. Since you were honest with me. I’ll share a huge secret with you, one that I’m counting on you never repeating.” I nodded my assent.
“Your father was raised very conservatively, his parent’s Bible thumping have him so messed up he thinks sex should just be mostly for trying to have children. We almost never have sex anymore, and I think that is a real sin. Before I started yelling ‘NO THIS’ and ‘NO THAT’ at you kids, I needed to decide what I really felt was right, what I truly believed. Today I’ve decided that making love is too important, too wonderful, not to do it when you get the chance. As long as the girl doesn’t get pregnant, ESPECIALLY when that girl is your sister.”
Mom had slightly leaned towards me as she confided all this. To say I was stunned was a huge understatement. I was shaking, and I was looking down her front again. Again I was seeing a nice cleavage, a damned nice cleavage. She caught my eyes watching her again. “Ahem” My eyes snapped up, a look of horror on my face I suspect.
“Do I gather you still haven’t seen enough?”, she teased me.
My chin flapped, I really had no idea what to say. Viewing her chest had shaken me a little, but her words had totally shattered any sense of reality I’d had mere minutes earlier.
“It’s OK, I was just having fun with you. Anyway, since you and Carly are already having sex, I guess it’s too late to tell you very much about the birds and bees, but it’s not too late to start being more open and honest with you both. I WILL be talking to Carly, there would be seven kinds of hell to pay if she gets knocked up. Are you OK with all of this, Larry?”
“Yeah, I always thought you were… well, a prude. It’s just been lately I’ve even noticed how good looking you are. I never thought I could ever talk to you about…much, let alone sex.”
“Thinking about you and Carly has gotten me thinking a lot about myself. I’ve done more introspection this past week than I have since I married your father.” A deep sigh preceded another minute of silence. Slowly her face showed a new sentence forming.
“So relax, I understand your peeking today, you’re curious. Well guess what, adults can still be curious too. If you’re lucky, you don’t outgrow wondering. Curiosity can be very healthy, help you grow. People are fascinated by each other’s bodies, we just make ourselves crazy pretending we shouldn’t be. Your father is the only man I’ve seen naked, not counting when I changed your diapers. I get curious, so I can’t scold you for doing the same thing. So how curious are you young man?”
The antique wind-up clock in the dining room sounded tick tock more than a few times as I pondered then tried to digest this turn of events. Finally I was ready to speak.
“What I feel like I’m ‘supposed’ to say is…I’m sorry for peeking and I’ll never do it again. But the truth is I think you’re very good-looking, my mother or not. Guess I’ll continue wondering what you’d look like without your clothing. So I suppose the true answer is I’m very curious. Carly is beautiful, but I’ve still never seen a real grown-up woman.”
The clock chimed 11 times while Mom sat looking at me. More minutes passed as she contemplated. “I think you know I love you, baby.”, she said. “I’m going to do something that I am very afraid to do. But I’ve decided I’m more afraid not to.”
That said, she reached out towards my face, running her fingers across my cheek; all the while smiling at me. Then she stood, but turned her back to me. She was doing something, but it was almost a half-minute before I knew what. She’d unbuttoned her blouse and was taking it off. My heart took off like a cat being chased by a pack of wild dogs.
Her shirt hit the floor, she turned to face me. She’d crossed her arms in front of her, hiding much of her breasts, but not all. She sat down on the sofa again, but kept her arms folded. Not saying a word, she just looked into my eyes.
Soon I couldn’t stand it, “Mom, I want very much to see your breasts. I really want to see what you look like, please.”
Slowly her arms fell into her lap. My eyes stared at two full, female breasts, each with a bright red areola, each with a thick engorged nipple in the center. I looked, completely silent; she allowed me to.
“You are so beautiful. I can’t understand how Dad can go a day without touching you, Mom”
“Neither can I, baby.”
Still transfixed by her magnificent chest, I breathlessly spoke, “Mom, you said you get curious. I have an serious erection from looking at your body. Does that mean you’d like to see my penis?”
“I would like that very much baby, if you’d enjoy showing yourself to me.” Mom whispered.
Never taking my eyes off of the teats I’d nurses as a baby, I removed my shirt. Sluggishly I stood, unsnapped, unzipped, then lowered my pants and under-shorts with one motion. My cock was as inflated and proud as it’d ever been. It strained, it pointed right where my eyes were focused. Sitting down again, I pulled my right leg up so it stretched down the sofa. My penis stood up like a flag pole for her inspection. Mom’s eyes took on the same glazed zombie look mine no doubt had as she studied my erection and testicles.
Now it was my turn. I gave her time to drink in my sights. I was so pleased that she seemed to admire my manhood, I felt complimented now.
“Mom, when we were in the garden, I kept wondering what you’d look like without any clothes on at all. Would you maybe take your pants off so I can see all of you? Please.”
Without a word she unsnapped her pants, then lowered her zipper. The flap fell open, I saw a shiny, silky soft looking patch of her panties. Kicking her shoes off, she lifted her behind up enough to slide her pants down. I loved the way she stared, almost unblinkingly, at my erection. Her pants slid down far enough that I could see black pubic hair showing above her pressed together thighs. As she removed the pants and panties, I caught a glimpse of her buns and pussy below her tightly pressed legs. My glans was being covered by the clear liquid freely running from the little slit.
With the last of her garments on the floor she lay back against the opposite arm of the sofa. Mom stretched her left leg out against my extended right leg. Doing so opened her legs up, giving me my first clear view of her hair covered pussy.
“Wow. Your body is so damned sexy I can’t stand it.” I said softly. Admittedly I had no live adult woman to compare her naked body to, but I knew what I liked, and I liked what I saw.
Her breasts were fuller that Carly’s, they hung lower, but Mom’s teats made my mouth water. She had dark red, fat nipples the size of my middle fingertip. Even sitting as she was on the sofa, her tummy was firm. Her hips were clearly wider than any of the girls, but they were purely seductive. She had no fat that I could discern. Her normally covered areas seemed snow white compared to the well tanned skin that saw sunlight when she worked outside. Mom was gorgeous, she must have been irresistible as a teenager.
Dark pubic hair lined her vaginal lips, accentuating her slit. Her stark white skin peeked through the tight black curls covering the rest of her crotch. My penis was jumping around announcing to my excitement.
“Larry, I’ve never seen a boy masturbate, could you possibly show me how you play with yourself?”
Joyfully I began to pump my cock, I had to. “Do you play with yourself? How do you make your pussy feel good.” I asked, my rising excitement was evident in my shaky voice.
Understanding my true request, she began to massage her pussy. Her middle three fingers made the lips on both sides of her clit move. Her clit slowly began to protrude from her slit. Rubbing her clit, her fingers opened her vaginal lips, I saw the vivid red flesh within her cleft.
“I’m bigger than you are, a good deal bigger. It is so hard to believe that I came out of your beautiful body.” I rasped.
“Right here is where you came out of me.” Mom wormed a finger into her hole. We were both breathing hard. I groaned as I saw two fingers disappear inside of her. Her scent now filled the room. Wet, slurping sounds reached my ears, then shot deep into my brain.
“Mom, I’m so curious to know what it would feel like to be inside your body again.”
“I am very, very curious what it would feel like to have you inside of me as well, Larry.”
That said, Mom slid her pussy towards me until her head lay on the arm rest like a pillow. She raised her knees up, all the while strumming herself. She was in heat and fully prepared to be mounted.
Still, I stared without moving a few moments longer. She looked so sexy, she’d returned to madly rotating three fingers around her clit. The way that made her whole pussy move had a powerful effect upon me.
Gradually, on hands and knees, I crept towards her. As my lips reached her calf, I licked or kissed my way along her left leg until reaching her pussy. Deeply inhaling through my nose to flood my brain with her aroma, my hands chased hers away as I placed a hand so one palm covered each side of her vulva. Pushing down a bit, I carefully pulled her lips apart to open her slit completely for my inspection. After studying her for a minute, her hips began undulating, begging for my direct attention.
Lowering my mouth, I ate her with total abandon. Her lungs noisily sucked in volumes of air. Her taste was slightly more tangy than any of the girls, but like ice cream, I still hadn’t met a flavor I didn’t love.
Hands gripped the sides of my head, pulling my face down; hips rose to press tighter against my invading tongue and lips. We were both in heaven. Two fingers slipped so easily into her wet, quivering vagina. Blissfully, I felt everything and everywhere I could inside her. Yet as much as I loved her texture, I had to keep moving, there was something else I needed to do.
Through her fur, then across her soft tummy, my kissed wended ever upwards. My hands and lips stopped long enough to pay proper homage to the full, heavy breasts that had provided my first nourishment as a baby. Both nipples were thoroughly fondled and suckled, until they felt huge in my mouth. Feeling her breasts give and yield in my hands was as potent a sensation as I’d ever experienced. Though I wanted to spend far more time with her teats, it had to be later, there was something else I had to do directly.
Kissing my across her upper chest, my lips reached hers. At first I gently kissed all around her mouth, her lips remained closed. My tongue licked her lips, then probed like a little penis trying to insinuate itself. Abruptly her mouth opened wide and our tongues were dancing a wild waltz. While driving my tongue deep within her mouth, my penis had wiggled into the proper position, it was probing her entrance.
Mom’s passion unleashed fully; she was soon sucking my face off, and I was loving it. Teasing us both with my glans, my erection poked just within her cup, making numerous shallow thrusts, but never penetrating more than an inch. Presently I was too anxious to know how it felt to be buried inside of her, too anxious to know her body to wait any longer. Preparing for penetration, I raised myself as if ready to do push-ups. Her eyes opened, then fixed onto mine, I stared down into her eyes with equal intensity. The moment arrived, I pushed my full length into her vagina until my balls rested against her soft buns.
Mom came the instant I impaled her. “Oh God, baby. I need this so much. Oh God, you feel wonderful. Your beautiful penis feels so warm, so perfect in there. Ooohhh, it’s been too damned long.” As she spoke her hips made spaced, but very hard thrusts against my groin.
My glans poked into her cervix, I probed as deeply into her pussy as I’d ever be able to. After her seventh or eighth hard buck, my release was triggered. Sperm pumped into her dark, warm depths making us both feel even more intense warm, wet sensations. Her sheath was gripping and jacking my shaft better than any hand ever had.
My head flew back, guttural “uunnghs” escaped me as each rough thrust hit home. Staying up on my arms, elbows locked, my hips worked like an old fashioned steam piston. Slam, slam, slam, slam…
All sex is good, but some sex is so intense, so perfect that you never, ever forget the event. How I felt as we gave and took pleasure, as we achieved bliss, will thankfully be with me forever. My testicles drained ever possible drop into the place where I began. The circle had closed.
Never did I deflate so much that I couldn’t keep pumping my penis in and out, mixing our combined fluids. Mom continued to have orgasms. Her hips never stopped, but she did downshift into a gentle rolling that I found to be incredibly sensual. Lowering my weight on top of her following my climax, we resumed kissing, but now tenderly, sensuously, it was laced with emotion. We both acted terribly grateful for each other as we made love. Our joining became as sweet as it could ever be.
With my early tension released, I was able to set a slow, but steady stroking that allowed her to enjoy a series of good, solid climaxes. When my time finally approached again, I was able to have my most perfect type of orgasm. I could feel the tingling and tightening begin as my body prepared for an ejaculation. But by holding my steady pace, by fighting against the release of my semen, the tingling continued to build, and build, and build. By the slightest of degrees, my glans grew more and more sensitive until it reached that special plateau where each strokes begins to feel so good you almost can’t stand it. I felt every tiny contact within her birth canal.
She felt me tensing for my delivery, her body began to anticipate my hot semen gushing into her womb. My breathing and little gasps of pleasure subtly informed her just how close I was to shooting my sperm into her womb. Her body invited my insemination by having an orgasm that did so many nice things to my embedded penis that my balls were forced to yield their treasure. I came with a vengeance. My speed tripled, my shaft plunged in hard, fast and often. The tingling as I rubbed against her sperm coated walls was painfully wonderful.
I had to slow down as my spurting ebbed. When at long last I was totally spent, I simply laid atop her cozy, warm body. By remaining motionless, I was able to keep my flaccid penis inside her with a little help from a very happy mother. By carefully shifting my body I was able to pull her right nipple to my mouth. Gently I suckled her while we caught our breath, her fingers ran through my hair or rubbed my buns all the while.
“Sweetheart, that was so, so wonderful. I pray I haven’t messed your head up. I feel terribly guilty, but it seemed so unfair that my kids were having sex and I wasn’t. You’ve grown into a very handsome young man, you’re really quite attractive. I can’t begin to tell you how incredible you’ve made my body feel. I haven’t had my teats sucked like this since Carly was a baby. Ooooohhh that feels soooo nice. You need to devote some serious thought to all this, but if this whole thing is OK with you, I’d like to be a friend and lover. This was just too sweet to be a one-time thing.”
I moaned, what I’m sure she understood to be my total approval, around the fattened nipple in my mouth.
“Understand, I’m still your mother. When I need to, I WILL keep you in line. But I so want to make up for the sex I’ve been missing out on. There are many things I’ve never done, but always wanted to try. I trust there are still things I can teach you about making love to a woman. Do you want to be my secret lover?”
The way I drilled my tongue into her mouth as I ground my groin into her pussy gave her the answer she longed to hear. So passionate was the kiss I got in return that I began to firm up inside her. Before long I was able to begin making little strokes again.
“Before we make love again, I want to see my lover’s behind. God, but your buns feel hard as steel.”, she said with a touch of awe in her voice."
It wasn’t easy pulling out of her warm, cozy passage, but it sounded like I’d be back in there soon enough. So I stood.
Smiling, I turned while making my butt as tight as possible to give her a good show. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been checking out your butt a lot the past couple weeks. You look so good Babycakes.”
“OK, turn around is fair play. I want to see the cheeks that’ve had me drooling since you started wearing tight jeans.”, I countered.
“Oh, so you did notice. Should I apologize for trying to arouse my son?”, she demurred.
“No, you should turn around so I can see your hidden ASSets before I go crazy.”
Mom rose, showing fluid, feline motions. My heart was racing even before she turned. When she did spin, she did what I recognized as an old Betty Grable poster pose, she looked at me over her shoulder while thrusting her behind out. Damn, she was stunning. Her hips were definitely wider than Carly’s immature hips, but I now knew Carly was blessed with Mom’s tush genes. Her cheeks weren’t quite as taut, or muscular as my sister’s, but what a shape.
Before she knew what hit her, I moved in close. My penis was probing for her opening even as my hands were guiding her body to lean forward to grab the arm of the sofa.
“Like two dogs in heat! I like it!” she purred. As her left foot shifted to open herself up even more to my advances, I struck pink gold. Two sighs announced my successful backdoor penetration.
“Oh wow, you have a beautiful behind.” I murmured. Her voice spiked each time I rammed my cock into her.
“I know I raised you to be polite, but if you want to say you like my ass I won’t mind baby.”
“Well, Mom, seeing my penis moving in and out between the cheeks of your beautiful ass is going to make me come inside you again real soon!” I laughed.
“Larry, I have a special request. You can do me like this latter, I like a lot, but I want something else now. I want you to eat me again. Your father never eats me, he’s thinks it’s dirty, and you do it so nice. I also haven’t been able to play with your dick yet. I want you in my mouth at the same time, I want to feel you come in my mouth.”
Like a shot I pulled out of her pussy. I loved the doggie we were doing, but her idea really rang my gong. The second her back hit the sofa, I was in her mouth. Hey, I loved doing 69 anyway, it was probably my favorite thing. Having come in Mom’s pussy, the chance to come in her mouth while my sperm were still swimming in her belly was too exciting an opportunity not to jump on. So I jumped on and pumped in.
Despite my high level of excitement, I let her guide my hips. Though she gave me a few good sucks, Mom also wanted time to run her hands all over my genitals. I used the opportunity to open her up so I could study her pussy between licking and sucking bouts. After a few minutes though, we both wanted to work on reaching our climaxes.
Mom guided my cock into an angle that allowed some mighty deep penetration, my glans may well have been probing her throat, it sure felt like it. For my part, I used everything I’d leaned from the girls to eat and suck her pussy better than she’d ever been eaten before. Judging by how active her hips became, and by how wet she got, I gathered that I was pushing her over the edge.
Suddenly I was there, it was just too good, too arousing… “I gonna CUM.” I mumbled into her pussy. My thrusts speeded up considerably, my hips went spastic, then I felt the gushing. My flow set her off, even I knew she was coming against my mouth. A strangled “mmmpgh, mmmpgh, mmmpgh…” sounded deep within her as each stream of semen splashed inside her mouth. We ate each other; pure lust was the order of the day. Her mouth sucked me until totally drained of semen, it was absolute heaven.
“God almighty I want a lot more of that!!”, she proclaimed with my semi-erect cock still in her mouth.
“God, honey, I never knew anything could feel so damned good. We have got to practice that number until we get it right.” Mom stretched her body like a cat as she displayed her exuberance. “I want to do that some morning when your balls loaded for bear!”
Just guessing, but I think Mom enjoyed our first 69.
Chapter 59:
An Oldie, But A Goodie!
Like most farmers, Wayne Fuckman especially appreciated the mild summer evening. Leaves softly rustled on the nearby trees as he neared their small stable. Being early evening, the moon had the appearance of huge orange as it rose low on the horizon. Bright as it was, inside the small barn it was pitch black. The Oak trees, which kept the stable cool during the day, completely filtered out the weak lunar lighting.
Pausing at the doorway, Wayne listened for an unlikely clue about who might be waiting for him. Straining his ears wasn’t helping, he soon knew he’d have no auditory leads. Blaze and Salute were munching noisily on their hay. Their wanderings within their stalls caused the pine shavings, which they used for bedding, to make shushing sounds like a mild surf rolling to shore.
Gradually his eyes adjusted to the dark interior, he could just make out the short bench a dozen feet down the wide aisle. Strolling over, Wayne sat, then removed his leather boots. Proceeding to slowly disrobe, his mind continued to be intrigued by Beth’s mysterious instructions this morning.
“…of course, for an old man, you are kinda sexy. Apparently someone is hoping you’ll have the energy for some stud service tonight. Matter of fact, if you have the where-with-all to be at the stable at exactly 9PM someone will be waiting for the best stallion on the farm to saunter into the stall past Blaze’s. However, there are strings attached! Whoever is there will be naked, on all fours, and ready to be mounted. You can’t turn on any lights.”
“It’ll be pretty dark, you’ll have to find your ‘objective’ by feeling around. You can only grab her hips! No feeling around for clues to who your lover ‘de jour’ is. Then you may ride your filly as hard as you please. When your stud services are finished, you must dress, leave, then go to your bedroom for a shower. Any attempted at finding out where either Lynn or I are will have future consequences that you won’t be happy about. Deal?”
Since the girls knew his wife had sexually ‘gone out of business’ years ago, only one word was remotely an option for Wayne. “Deal!”
Despite a typical long, hard day’s work, Wayne had trouble getting his boxers off. Certainly, the quick hot shower after dinner had revived him somewhat thank goodness. Knowing a sexy, tight teenaged body was presumably in the dark stall just a few feet away already had him fully erect.
Fully naked, Wayne stroked his shaft. Seminal fluid quickly emerged coating the swollen glans. Was it Beth? Was Lynn the mystery lover whose backside would be raised and ready for his penetration? Rising to his feet, the now ‘horny as hell’ farmer hoped ‘she’ was ready because he sure as shooting was!
More eager than he’d admit, Wayne rapidly strode the short distance to the unlatched stall door. Damn it WAS dark in there. Nearby he could just discern the boundary between the dark stained wooden walls and the fresh cream-colored wood shaving on the floor. Could he see a hint of the upraised naked female tush, or was his mind just filling in the pieces. Unsure, Wayne bent at the waist, then took baby steps ahead. Using his hands like a blind man who’d lost his cane in an unfamiliar room, Wayne groped for the nearly invisible female before him.
At last his fingers felt the silky warmth of a taut female buttocks. Carefully he knelt. Creeping ahead on his knees, Wayne soon felt himself to be in roughly the position he’d need for his impending rear entry. Callused fingers sought the slick opening between the firm cheeks. Indeed she was moist and slippery. Unable to resist the urge, one, two, then three fingers worked into the breathtakingly erotic sheath. Wayne explored the invisible pink flesh until his penis demanded to trade places with the delighted digits.
Using his left thumb as a signpost to her unseen opening, his left hand gripped her left butt cheek. Gripping his shaft with his right hand, Wayne guided his swollen crown along his thumb. Soon his erection was sinking into the warm perfection of his lover’s pussy. Dear sweet Lord she felt wonderful.
Determined as he was to make this last, without realizing it, Wayne was already pounding into the firm buns of his mute mistress. Summoning his self-control, Wayne slackened his pace. Yet within two minutes the frenetic pace had returned. Gripping her hips as if his life depended upon it, Wayne accepted the inevitable; he was heading into the home stretch.
Allowing his head to droop, he savored the tinglings and tighenings around his groin. Sperm was on the move; his ejaculation was building…building… building. The bellow Wayne sounded was loud enough that even the horses reacted to it with knickers amongst themselves. If his unseen partner made any utterances, Wayne’s own groans drowned them out. Perhaps it was the pitch blackness of their love nest, but Wayne felt the pulsing of his semen as it freely flowed into the tight pussy gripping his cock more intensely than he could ever recall.
The hips Wayne was buried in begged him for every drop he had to give. They still pleaded long after his final contribution had passed into her body. Neither lover seemed inclined to quit, but eventually the pair both sagged from exhaustion and recognition that their union was completed.
Finding the will power to stand then leave without speaking as he’d promised proved even more difficult to summon than expected. Lord above, she’d been magnificent. To simply come and go without knowing who had made him feel such bliss seemed remarkably…impolite? But it was the girl’s game, and Wayne loved what happened when he followed the rules!
As he dressed, he could hear tiny stirrings as someone no doubt also dressed within the dark stall. Electing to torture himself no further, Wayne swaggered out of the barn for the house with the special gait of a man who has just been laid!
Pedaling home Carly thought to herself for the umpteenth time, “Beth was right. The boys are great, but a mature man is something truly special!”
Chapter 60
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Mom Opens Up For Larry
We needed food. The sex was outstanding, but unless we rested and ate a bit, we’d soon be too pooped to pop. Food prepared and served by a topless waitress is the greatest! During lunch I made Mom laugh a continually. Feeling so good about everything, being so relaxed, brought out my sense of humor, as well as Mom’s.
When I grabbed her teats a couple times while pretending to reach for something else, she squealed like a school girl. Any dropped food was an excuse for us to giggle. Sight gags involving our bodies were also the order of the day. A few times we even fed each other. Pure and simple, we had fun.
By the time we finished dining I had a boner. While Mom washed dishes, I was supposed to dry. I did, but I made this routine chore a little more fun. Without too much effort, I got Mom to bend over the sink enough for me to worm my penis into her from behind. While it was awkward as hell for both of us, if we took our time, we still managed to wash, dry and screw without breaking anything but a mild sweat.
The sex felt fantastic, but it was also funny, not to mention hard to perform. Neither of us came, but we both needed to by the time we finished the dishes.
As soon as I could, I led Mom up to my room where I asked her to lie on her tummy with her legs pressed together. Like a slithering snake, I slid up her back until I was covering her body with mine. Following a series of gentle penile probings into the unseen warm moistness between her legs, I mounted my mother, keeping my legs on the outside of hers.
Just laying there for a time, I savored the warmth of her skin against mine. Whispering into her ear, I asked Mom to help me get my hands under her breasts; I wanted to fondle them while feeling her thick nipples poke into my palms.
Uummmm, how good it felt knowing my penis was plugged into her body through the tiny gap at the top of her pressed together thighs defies description. Mom’s buns began to roll as she signaled her need to feel my cock moving within her. Certainly I was more than ready myself for the exquisite sensations of intercourse.
Unable to wait a moment longer, my hips began the rise and fall of coital bliss. Withdrawing my erection until only the glans was barely touching her, I’d slowly allow my cock to sink back into her steamy depths. Slowly, but steadily, I humped Mom for as long as I could hold out before it felt so wonderful that I had to come.
Mom was great, she made her ass push up into my groin perfectly. The obvious joy her body exuded left me feeling so glad she was enjoying making love with me; I was counting on a whole lot more sex with this incredible women who just happened to be my mother.
When I had fully drained the very last of my ejaculate into her still grasping pussy, I rolled off of her back. We cuddled, fondled or kissed for quite a while.
When I asked her if she felt like being eaten again, her enthusiastic “YES!” prompted a short discussion about her preferences. Seems Mom really, really, enjoyed being eaten. As it dawned upon me how little about her I actually knew, I decided to satisfy my curiosity about a few more things.
Under what other circumstances could I have learned that she’d never shaved her pussy for fun. She’d been shaved twice for my and Carly’s deliveries, but since Dad never wanted to eat her, she’d never thought much about her bush. Sporting a lecherous grin, I told her how much fun it was eating Carly after she’d shaved her young pussy.
Since it would allow me to use my tongue all the better, and in more places, Mom decided “What the hell.” Before I knew what was happening, she was up and running with me in tow.
Into the bathroom we went. Within minutes she was sitting on the edge of the tub, ready to clear-cut the forest. To make her sexual adventure all the more fun, she had me trim her bush, then lather and shave her. It was so cool! You can’t believe how careful I was, but having the whole thing take a long time was no problem at all to me! When she was finally clean as a whistle, I used a warm wash cloth to remove any traces of soap. At last I was able to give her a big slurp or two, but it was very awkward in the tub.
Like a flash we were back on my bed in a passionate 69; I ate her bald pussy like she was my last meal. As my tongue burrowed throughout her slit, Mom was coming left and right. My tongue spent considerable time probing into her hole, plus I was now able to seriously lick and suck her vaginal lips.
I found her pussy to be amazingly beautiful, I couldn’t resist her. Wow, I loved it that her clit was easy to suck on when she got excited; it puffed out when it became engorged until I could suck it like it was a little cock. Boy did she come hard when I did that for her.
Certainly Mom seemed to love having my cock in her mouth. She didn’t just suck me, she made love to my penis. Her tongue was constantly busy; she’d lave the shaft then caress every part of the glans with the tip or flat part of her tongue. She was especially adept at working the underside of my glans.
Nearly passing out from ecstasy overload, I learned that she definitely was able to take me down her throat. Sometimes Mom liked for me to come so I’d splash onto her tongue; sometimes down her throat like it was a vagina. Anything and everything she did made my penis feel like it was well loved and well cared for.
Another thing we both adored about 69’ing; we loved having a handful of each other buns. Mom’s ass was so soft, but I adored feeling her strong muscles contracting when we made each other come. The way her hands kneaded my buns, the way her fingers dug into my flesh, never failed to add to my excitement and pleasure.
My next orgasm just plain happened. I knew I no longer had to warn her, in fact her mouth knew when I was about to send it a gift. God, it was sheer bliss the way she’d suck every drop out of me.
When we finally took a break I resumed my questioning. Eventually, I got her to tell me about her experience with oral sex. Apparently she had blown my Dad a few times before they’d ever had intercourse, but mine was only the second penis she’d ever sucked. Mom had been an only child. Like me she’d had few playmates growing up, plus it sounded like her folks had been even more sexually severe. Apologizing in advance because I really didn’t want to embarrass her, I explained that I was curious if she’d ever thought about fooling around with a girl since she seemed to enjoy being eaten so much.
To my great surprise, after a lengthy pause, Mom at long last confessed that her first sexual experience had with a cousin name Sue who lived in New Jersey. Being so far away she had rarely seen Sue while growing up, but once in a while her folks sent Sue for a visit to the country. They had always gotten along like best friends, but my mother had been especially thankful for the albeit brief companionship. When Sue and Mom were both 18, they were just starting to fully blossom; at that point it had been three years since they’d last spent time together.
Mom recalled they’d been playing in her room while still in their Sunday School dresses as they waited for Sunday dinner. They’d been teasing each other about God knows what, when a tickle fight had broken out. Both being fairly ticklish, they were soon laughing like maniacs as each girl managed to break though the other’s defenses, thus reaching their main objective: the sensitive rib areas.
As their bodies continually rubbed together, Mom recounted her surprise when she had fleetingly felt Sue’s breasts several times as they vied for position. Managing to grab one of Mom’s wrists, Sue shoved it between hers legs to trap that arm while she used her now two free hands to Mom’s one to trap Mom’s remaining free hand. Now having an edge, Sue began tickling Mom mercilessly.
As Mom struggled to free herself, her arm worked upward until the wrist began to slid out, but her hand became lodged in the gap at the top of Sue’s thighs. Still struggling, Mom’s hand got pressed against Sue’s panties. Since Mom’s hand had been trying to tickle any part of Sue she could reach, she was feeling up Sue without meaning to. She recalled the changing expressions on Sue’s face as Mom’s fingers worked their magic on Sue’s panty covered pussy.
Only after Sue had stopped tickling her for a time did it finally sink in just where her hand was, and just what it was doing to Sue. Instantly Mom stopped moving her fingers.
A funny expression came over Sue’s face, Mom recalled. For what seemed like a lifetime, Sue stared into Mom’s eyes. Slowly Sue’s free hand slid down Mom’s tummy until it was below her hemline. She felt Sue’s palm press against her thigh, then tentatively travel upwards until her palm cupped Mom’s pussy. Silently, Sue began feeling up Mom the way Mom had inadvertently done to her.
“It felt better than anything I’d ever known, anything I’d ever imagined. I closed my eyes, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over me. As it dawned upon me how good I must have been making Sue feel, I started to return the favor by intentionally massaging her warm pussy once again.”
“Sue was the first to say she’d wanted to see my…see me down there. She released my hand, yet widened her legs. So I kept feeling her up as she lowered my panties to near my knees. Eagerly I opened my legs, I wanted her to touch me again, as soon as possible. It seemed like an eternity before I felt her fingers gliding through my sparse fur, I recall moaning when I felt her fingers discover my naked pussy.
When Sue resumed the circular massaging motion, I fought not to faint. Since Sue was making me feel so utterly awesome, I simply had to do as much for her. Also, I wanted very much at that point to see between her legs. We didn’t have girls sports back then, there were no girl’s shower rooms; I’d never seen another girl naked.”
“Sue lifted herself so I could lower her panties. Switching my position so my head was very close to her pussy, I slid her panties all the way off. Opening her legs freely, Sue invited my close examination.”
“After staring a while, I used both my hands to play with her or open her up so I could study her hidden beauty. Following my lead, Sue removed my panties, then laid her head on my thigh so she could see everything as she did sexy things to my pussy. Lord, I don’t know how long we kept at it before I heard Sue say…I’m going to do something I did to a boy a couple times, he really, really liked it, so I’m betting you will to.”
“I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about, but a moment later when her mouth began sucking my pussy I sure knew. Before I’d even begun to recover from the pleasant shock of being sucked, her tongue started worming around between my lips. Sue soon located my clit. Bang, I was having my first orgasm from real sex.”
“Oh God baby, it was awesome. My body shook like a leaf. I knew I had to immediately eat Sue. Guess I was a little unsure just how to start, but I made up for ignorance with enthusiasm. Instantly I was relieved to learn she tasted wonderful to me. I loved her scent, I loved her pussy. Sue got eaten like she deserved to be for having gotten me off so wonderfully.”
“Sue was just about there when my mother shouted from downstairs that dinner was on the table.”
“Cumming!” “Sue shouted at the top of her lungs, and boy was she ever. She buried her face between my legs again. We both got off again a moment later because we were each so excited by seeing someone else have an orgasm.”
“We weren’t ready to stop, but we had to lest my folks come to check up on us. Understand, I was never allowed to lock my door.”
“Basking in my orgasmic afterglow, I confided to Sue I’d never had a date. Shyly I asked if she would mind being my date that night. I wanted to be kissed, I wanted to feel someone’s hand fondle my breasts, and I especially wanted to have my pussy eaten a lot more. Sue never said yes or no, instead she pulled me to her and gave me a French kiss that left my head spinning.”
“I’ve never kissed a girl before, not bad!” she said. Sue had to pull me to my feet, I was too weak to stand. At last, off to dinner we went."
“Mom, did you and Sue have your date?”
“Thank God, yes. I still get shivers when I remember it. I probably shouldn’t be this honest with you about it, but I’ve had to masturbate most of my life when I needed some relief. More often than not, my first ‘date’ with Sue especially is what I used to think about to push myself over the edge.”
Obviously Mom had grown terribly excited by recalling her times with her cousin; she spun around into a 69 position, then engulfed my bouncing erection. As I observed her eager beaver from inches away, the twitching and spasms of her vaginal muscles proclaimed her arousal, clearly her pussy was begging for penetration. My penis was tortured by the need to decide whether come in the perfect feel of Mom’s silky mouth, or the perfect sight of her ever widening pussy.
As I drifted deeper into the dreamy world of sexual bliss, my lust driven mind began picturing Carly and Mom eating each other while I screwed them both. “How would I decide which one to nail first?” was my last thought before losing myself in making love to Mom.
Epilogue
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Chapter 61:
Lynn and Larry's Detour
I'm amazed how much has changed in a mere two years. Not only can I drive now, but also last year I recovered an abandoned '53 Chevy. After cutting away a couple small trees that had grown up around it, I pulled the rusty relic out of a ditch in the woods near Bennett's Pond. Dad began teaching me how to repair the farm's John Deere tractor as soon as I grew bigger than the wrenches used to repair it. My acquired skills as a mechanic, combined with a bit of willing help from Dad, was enough to get the ancient motor running again.
Mom helped too...her garden provided considerable material for bribes to a family friend with a large junkyard. Her tomatoes, cucumbers, and zucchini put a rebuilt carb from a wrecked hot rod and suitable fuel pump under the hood.
Duke, of Duke's Auto Body, taught me what I needed to know to make the car look fairly impressive in exchange for me snow plowing his house and business for the rest of my life.
\[Just joking! I'm sure he'll let me off when he dies of old age.\]
Bottom line...I'm driving a fairly respectable looking set of wheels.
Why all the mention of a car. Because it made me feel more confident when I visited Lynn at college. Her grades have been stellar thus far, she has a mind as fine as her body! Now that she's getting into more lab and fieldwork, her talents are truly showing. Every Saturday Lynn always makes time for me, but she's never lost sight of her educational goals that I can see.
I'm seriously reading everything about agriculture I can get my hands on, but I don't plan to attend college as anything but a weekend visitor. While I enjoy learning, I hate school; too many bullshit courses and too much academic hypocrisy. Anyway, I'm already as good a cattleman as there is in these parts, and I plan to be better still. After all, it looks like I'll have a wife to support in a year or two. Oh! Did I mention that I proposed to Lynn?
Lynn told me I was a "Little shit for making her cry..." but she said yes anyway. One sunny Saturday, before she moved to her current apartment, I parked a borrowed school bus that I'd painted with a washable paint in front of her dorm. When Lynn was dragged out of her dorm by a hysterical mob of her floor-mates, she was greeted with a bus-sized message reading
"
LYNN WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
As a junior, Lynn was allowed to share a large house off campus instead of living the dorm. Since neither of our folks would be very happy about me staying overnight, we sort of reverse our dates these days. Early Saturday I show up, we spend all day in bed, then go out for a meal or a movie before I head for home.
Over some pillow talk one day, I sensed Lynn had something to tell me that was too embarrassing to share easily. We'd always be so open with each other about so many intimate things that her struggle to share surprised me. Eventually I was able to pry away all the details about her relationship with her Father, plus the fact that her Mom had practically stopped sleeping with her father years ago.
To put her at ease, I shared details about my 'improved' relationship with my Mom, and how she had the same problem with my Dad...virtual sexual abandonment. Gradually Lynn and I shared enough information that we ending up agreeing that someday when we went off on our own, that my Mom and Lynn's Dad would certainly miss having us around. Considerable discussion led us to a plan.
The following summer when Lynn was home again, we managed to talk my Mom and her Dad into helping us on a 4th of July planning committee for the big annual to-do in the park adjoining the church. As chairperson, it was easy for Lynn to invite them to a non-existent meeting on lovely, warm evening just to get them out of the house for a couple hours without their spouses wondering.
On the night I'm about to describe, Lynn drove her big old boat of an Oldsmobile. The folks were steered into the back seat, while my fiancée \[still sounds weird to me\] and I naturally took the front seat. Just before making a turn we knew they'd spot as not being the way to church, they were informed that Lynn and I wanted to speak with them privately...hence the deception.
Watching both parents begin to ask a question, then change their mind and remain silent but puzzled was rather amusing to me. I could almost her my Mom thinking "After all, there were people from another family in the car."
Another mile of driving brought us to Bennett's pond. As expected, we had the secluded clearing by the pond completely to ourselves. The parking lights were left on mostly so we could see each other by the dim dashboard lights. The moon had barely risen. With the sky being totally overcast, it was nearly pitch black.
While Lynn and I were clearly amused, our respective parents just as clearly weren't. As they sensed we weren't up tight, they seemed to relax. Suppose they figured that Lynn and I wouldn't be so at ease if she was pregnant or there was some other big problem.
By prior arrangement, I spoke up first. "Mr. Fuckman, Lynn and I have spoken about many things since we got engaged. One of these days we'll finally be married, then move into a place of our own. I expect my Mom will be even lonely than she is now. You see, my Dad loves us all and everything...he is a good man...but he's lost his interest in sex." The gasp from my mother confirmed the shock her expression showed. Wayne simply looked stunned that I'd share such private information.
Before either parent could react any further, Lynn added "Mrs. ..., Betty...my father has the same situation with my mother. Mom is wonderful to us and all, but religion has her so brain-washed about sex that she almost never 'sleeps' with Daddy anymore. I know for a fact he gets mighty lonely. Also, he's never said a word, but I have eyes...he thinks you're real pretty, but he's too shy to EVER tell ya. Larry and I are going take a blanket and go study the night life of a the Midwestern Bullfrog."
Following Lynn out of the car I parted with, "We'll be gone at least an hour and a half, hope you two can find something to talk about. See ya later." Turning off the parking lights, hand-in-hand Lynn and I picked our way to the grassy clear spot near the water's edge.
The silence was deafening in the car.
“Wayne, are you feeling anywhere near as embarrassed as I am?”
“Uuuuh, let’s see. My daughter just aired my sex life to my next door neighbor, then added that I’ve been lusting after you in case I had any self-respect left. No, I’m not embarrassed, just a typical day.”
Betty laughed a self-conscious kind of chuckle; despite feeling mortified, Wayne soon joined her in some tension-releasing snickering.
“Wayne, do you honestly find me attractive?”
“Geeeez…hell yes Betty. You’re a living doll.”
“Are you really that shy?”
“Yeah. Guess I am.”
“How long as Marge…been…turning you away?”
“Since Jimmy was born more or less. You?”
“Hard to say exactly, he ran hot and cold for years. For a time he’d be ‘on’, then suddenly he’d be ‘off’. If I had to say, I guess about 5 years ago he went ‘off’ and never went ‘on’ again. Mostly I’ve felt loved, but not exactly ‘fulfilled’. You certainly know what I mean.”
“Wish I didn’t, but yeah, I know what you mean.”
Silenced reigned. Heartbeats marked the passing of seconds, passing seconds turned into passing minutes. A myriad of unspoken thoughts flashed then fled.
The inky darkness suddenly yielded to unexpected light. The persistent overcast broke. The low new moon reflected off the glass smooth surface of the pond. Betty’s gasp caused Wayne to follow her gaze. Before them, framed by the huge white ball of the moon on the still pond, was a profoundly erotic vision. Betty saw her son stretched out on his back. Wayne saw his obviously naked daughter rising and falling above her intended, his hands clearly fondling her swaying breasts.
“Oh my God, Wayne. That is the sexiest things I’ve even seen!” hissed Betty.
“Were we ever that young?” mused Wayne, using a far away voice.
Never taking her eyes from the sight of young love expressing itself as nature intended, Betty groped for Wayne’s hand. Finding it, she guided it to her right breast. Using both of her hand’s atop his single larger one, she helped him massage her arouse flesh.
Moments later, Betty released his fondling fingers. Turning, the thoroughly aroused wife methodically exposed Wayne’s stiffening penis.
“Unbutton my blouse.” she whispered.
The thrill of feeling his penis being fondled by his adorable neighbor caused his strong hands to tremble like a fawn first standing on new borne legs; he struggled to overcome the tiny buttons. New sooner was her bra exposed than he felt her bending towards his lap. Every bit if air was expelled from his body as he felt first her warm breath, then her far warmer mouth slowly, slowly engulf him.
For a time Wayne was nearly catatonic from the all-consuming pleasure of Betty’s sucking mouth. Gradually his rising passion directed him to undress her as best he could. Every bit of newly exposed skin was explored worshipfully by his rough hands. His fingers at long last discovered her puffy, humid pussy. He fondled, then probed her until he could wait no longer.
Sliding his hips into the best possible position, Wayne forcefully pulled Betty onto his lap.
“Betty. Beautiful Betty. I only have the tiniest bit of sanity left. If you say stop I will. But if you don’t…I’m going to be inside you in a heartbeat.”
Reaching beneath her, Betty guided her new lover into her cloud soft depths……
T H E E N D
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