Even though I knew how gorgeous my mom was, I never thought about her in a sexual way. The bodies of girls I lusted after were no way in the class that mom was in, but I still never fancied hers. Somehow, that changed.

      Mom was educated and could have gotten a job real easy, but she decided to work in a fitness gym not too far from our home. Her excuse was that she didn’t have a gym at home, so she figured that as a bonus that she can work out in there for free. Every evening after school  I would come home and prepare for dinner so that my mom, who almost always came home an hour later wouldn’t have to start dinner. The first time she came home after work was the first time I began to have feelings for her body. She was wearing her track suit pants and her sweater was tied around her waist. Nothing unusual there, except she seemed to be soaking and her baby blue tank top was translucent.  Because of this, Her two aureolas and her nipples.

“Sorry for being so long, but would you believe that  the gym has a broken shower?” Mom was wiping away her sweat so she didn’t notice me staring at her breasts.

“Make sure they fix it, then. You shouldn’t even be working there, you know. You could have landed a management position easily.”

“ I’ll be managing that place in no time.” She tousled my hair. “Besides, you know I love a good workout, Ben. God I need a shower.” Mom kissed me on the cheek and  headed for upstairs. “And after dinner, how about you give me a little massage?”

“Ok mom.”

As she went upstairs, I was trying to hide my bulge behind the kitchen counter. It kept twitching in my pants after I saw her tits showing through the material.

   After dinner, mom called me upstairs for her massage. Even when dad was around, I still had to do her massages. Mom was laying with her face into the bed and her back facing me. We began to talk about our day while I massaged her legs and calves. Mom was completely naked except for a small towel over her butt. As I massaged behind her upper thigh, my hand went a little under her towel and I touched her ass. It was smooth and firm, but so soft. Mom didn’t budge which meant  that she was getting sleepy, like she always did. I continued to rub her back and her shoulders. The texture of her skin was smooth like silk. For the first time ever I got a full fledged, seven inch hard on while massaging my mom. When I was done, mom was fast asleep.

  

     Just as I was about to go, my eyes fell to her towel on her butt. Usually after she falls asleep, I just pull her blanket on her, but something took a hold of me. I gently peeled her  towel away to reveal her nice round firm white ass. My dick was solid as oak now. Knowing that she was out for a good while, I gently began to feel her ass. It was really firm, but soft. I began to knead it softly as I ran the palm of my hands all over her butt. Her legs began to part open. Bending lower, I peered between her legs to see her bald pussy with her slit showing. My dick was really pounding but I wasn’t feeling right about what I was doing anymore, so I quietly left her room. I didn’t even wank off.

   Two hours later, I decided to go to bed. When the movers were moving our stuff, apparently one of the boards of the frame of my bed got broken, so one of the movers and I tried our best to fix it with two boards and some screws. I laid down and began to think about my mom again and just how sexy she was. Suddenly the was a crash and I found myself on the floor. Moments later, mom was in my room.

   “Ben, what happened? Are you alright?”

“I’m ok, mom, but my stupid bed broke!”

“Aw don’t sweat it, sweetie. We’ll fix it tomorrow.” She bent down and picked up my pillow, “You can bunk with me tonight, unless you want to sleep on that torture chamber of a couch.”

The couch was really nothing short of a punishment. “I’m sleeping with you, mom.”

  As I followed her to her room, I watched her as she walked. She was wearing a big old T-shirt that just covered her ass. Her legs still glistened from the oils from her massage. All I was wearing was a T-shirt that was covering my pair of boxers, but the boxers was missing a button at the front of it. It was sort of my favorite one too, since my dick always popped out whenever I had a hard on.

   “Mom, I just hope that you’re bed doesn’t crash too.”

“Ben, this is the same bed that you and I used to wrestle on when you were little. It’s made of oak, and if I wrestle you now, it still won’t break.”

“Mom you couldn’t win me at wrestling this time around, and you know that.”

“So you really think so huh?” she said, with a hint of laughter in her voice.

“Yes I …”

    Mom suddenly threw herself on me, in the dark, and held both my arms down over my head. She was sitting on my belly with her ass resting over my groin. I began to wriggle and raise my hips to topple her over. She was still oily, so she slipped away from me, giving me the advantage. I held one of her legs up behind her thigh and threw my weight on her belly, but her slippery leg was not easy to hold, causing my hand to grab her ass instead. Mom had no underwear on! She squealed with laughter and grabbed my ass instead “Whoa boy, you got a fine piece of ass there!”

“Yeah keep talking.” I spun her around and grabbed both her hands and put them over her head. Her face was now into her pillow and she was laughing. My body was directly on top of hers, and my groin was resting over her ass. Her T-shirt had ridden up to her back, and mom wasn’t wearing any underwear, so I was lying on her bare ass in the dark room.

   “Looks like I win, huh mom?”

“Like hell you do! No one wins until the other is tired, or are you forgetting that?”

  “Fine by me. I’m not going to get tired.”

“Oh I’ll get you to move all right.” Mom began to wiggle her butt, not too rough, but less than gently. It was almost as if she was doing it in a sensual, enticing way. Was she trying to give me a stiff dick?

“Mom what are you trying to do?” My dick was already stiff and would have popped out any second.

“I know you’re a guy, Ben, and I can accept that you do get turned on by women, even if it is me, but trust me sweetie, I know that you know that you have a sexy mom, but can you accept that, and not get freaked out by the fact that you do get turned on by me?” Oh dear, I can feel it poking me now!”

 She was right, my dick was poking into her ass from within the boxers, and it wouldn’t be long until it popped out of the slit.

“Aw geez, mom, so you want to beat me by any means necessary  

even if it means manipulating my body functions?”

 “And  why not? I’m not grossed out by you. Do you know how many times you had an erection when I was bathing you and cleaning your penis? I even used to kiss it when you cried when your father wasn’t looking.”

  Hearing my mom said that made my prick twitch, which caused it to pop out of the opening and free itself. I jerked back in time so that it wouldn’t touch her ass crack, but I still maintained control of my position. I wasn’t going to lose on account of a dirty trick.

 “Wait a sec, mom. You used to kiss my dick?” By this time I was sure that she was desperate to win.

“Honey a lot of moms do that, but they won’t tell their sons. Or their husbands. There was this time when you had an upset tummy, and you were crying all the time. Your father wasn’t patient to let you go on, so I got up to your crib and gently sucked your penis until you fell asleep. But you were a baby then, so don’t get traumatic or anything.” Mom suddenly raised her ass to wriggle out but I instinctively drove my hips down to keep her down, but as I did this, my dick became wedged into her ass crack. Mom and I both gasped but we didn’t move. We both laid there for a what seemed like minutes.

“I’m still not moving, kid.” She said. “When you were five years old, you used to crawl into bed with me when your father go out to work. You used to like sitting on my belly and play with my breasts. I remember how you used to knead them with your tiny fingers. Hell, you were better than your father. But there was this one time I wasn’t wearing panties and I fell asleep while you were doing it, and I must have turned over, because when  I woke up you were hugging me from behind and you were pressing your penis into my ass crack. If you were longer than you were, you might have even have sex with my asshole.”

All the while she was talking I could feel the precum discharge from my dick and smear the creases of her butt crack, but I also felt my dick change its line up, from her asshole and in line with her pussy.

“Wait a sec, mom, you used to let me do all of that, but you never whipped me?”

 “You were only a baby then, Ben. All of that was perfectly normal. Why do you think that we’re so close?”

 “But I don’t remember any of those things, mom.”

 “That’s because when you started school, we never had time to bond like that anymore. I really missed us having times like that, Ben. I always thought of us having moments like that again, but I didn’t know what to expect from you, whether you would accept it or reject it. At least, until you played with my ass today.”

 

“Whoa, ma, you were awake?”

“Uh huh. But don’t worry sweetie, I’m not mad at you, ok? In fact it felt wonderful when you caressed my ass, you weren’t abrasive, but caring and gentle. I almost expect you to kiss my pussy like you did when you were little.”

 

      I gasped and my dick’s head fitted into her pussy lips. Mom let out a low, sexy moan which lasted for about seven seconds. “Yep, you did. I was asleep on the couch in nothing but a T- shirt, and you came over to me. You lifted the shirt up and was playing with the hairs of my pussy. You used to call it the forest.” She giggled and then continued “The next thing I knew was that your tongue was all the way into my love canal and I was cumming. But I just pushed you away before I did and finished up your job with my fingers.”

My dick was getting really heavy now, and the only reason why it didn’t go into her as yet was that her pussy was tight and my seven incher was thick. I just lay there on top of her, both of us sweating in the dark with my dick at her entrance, thinking about those glorious days that I didn’t even remember. Mom wasn’t even protesting about our position either.

“Mom, are we still wrestling?”

“Yes we are, Ben, why do you ask?”

“I think I want to do something before we finish our match.”

“What do you want to do, sweetie?”

  

   I eased out of her pussy lips and removed my hands from hers. My dick was feeling really sensitive, but I did not want to lose my load just yet. I was kneeling over my mom. I stretched out to put on the lamp. It was too bright so I dimmed it. Mom made herself upright on the bed too and faced me. “What do you want to do?”

 

          Without replying I put my arm around her waist and the other around her back and pulled her tightly but gently close to me. I could feel her warm breasts and her small hard nipples warm my chest. She put both her arms around my neck and we both stayed in that embrace for what seemed like five minutes. I wanted to enjoy the warmth and the smell of my mother. I wanted to enjoy her warm touch and her body smothering me. The feeling of hers abs contracting and relaxing over mine  only heightened the feeling in our loins.

 “Oh gosh, Ben, I wanted us to be like this for so long. I missed being this close to you, but I want you to understand that this is not just sheer lust. We have a bond. This is just how I want to show you how this mother loves her son. So please don’t think of what we are doing as something dirty.”

 I began to stroke her hair. Mom was smelling like the jasmine oils I was using to massage her. “Don’t worry, mom. What we are doing right now has nothing to do with lust. This is just something to do with you and me. But mom, I want to make love to you, not just your body, but I want to feel the closeness that we stopped sharing. I guess what I want is …”

      She removed her face from my neck and turned to face me. She tilted her head and closed her eyes as I brought my lips to hers. We shared a light kiss and then we began to French kiss. My tongue went into her warm moist mouth and we began to tongue wrestle. She began to suck my tongue and then I sucked hers. I began to fondle her left breast as she resumed sucking my tongue. There was not a single bump on it except for her nipple. I broke our kiss and lowered my head to her breast. I gently flicked her nipple with my tongue and then took it into my mouth and began to suck it gently. She arched her back and I held her body upright.  

 

    We were both kneeling upright on the middle of her queen size bed. I sat down and pulled her on top of me, allowing her to sit on my lap and face me, also allowing my dick to rest inside of her ass crack. I held her again as we resumed our make out session. My dick was enjoying the warmth of being wedged into her ass. She was really wet down there too.

“I want you now, Ben.”

She lifted herself off me and in a yoga – like manner and laid on the bed. Changing my position I laid on top of her with my dick resting over her vagina. My abs were directly on top of her abs. I began to kiss her neck and she began to knead my ass. While we were doing this both our abs were contracting and relaxing on each other, which really heightened our sensations in our groins.

 “Come on, Ben, Now!”

      But  I was not ready to enter her vagina as yet. I lowered my body and my face to face her lovely vagina. Mom’s vagina resembled a slit. It was bald, and because of the natural fair colour of her skin her pussy was red with all our activity. I flicked her pink clitoris with my tongue and then I began to kiss it. Mom opened her legs wider now to allow more entry to her. I started to lick the lips of her pussy to taste her lovely juices.

“Inside of me.” She gasped “Damn it ,Ben, inside!”

          I slowly inserted my tongue into her pussy. Even for my tongue, her pussy was tight, but the moistness of her pussy was helping. I began to eat her pussy and lick it all over, holding her ass while I was doing it. Her pussy was starting to contract more intensely than it was doing before so I knew that she was about to cum.

“Ok Ben, stop for a minute and come here.”

              I stopped and removed my tongue from inside of her. She pulled me up to her face and kissed my lips and sucked my tongue to taste her juices. She pushed me to her side and then knelt beside my dick. She held my dick with one hand and began to lower her head to my tip. Gently she licked the tip of my dick and then along the lengths of my entire shaft. After licking it for about a minute, her lips then closed around my tip like a ring and licked it with her tongue. Mom then lowered her head taking my entire dick into her mouth and throat, giving me the most memorable blow jobs to date. She continued to raise and lower her head for a good while, with me trying to resist the urge to cum. She started to slow down because my dick was getting thicker in her mouth. Just when I was about to cum my mom removed her mouth from my dick.

 “Now Ben,” she said

     Mom lowered herself on the bed and I laid on top of her with my dick resting between us. She lowered her hand and adjusted my dick so that it was resting at the entrance of her pussy. With little force I pushed the tip of my penis into her vagina. Slowly I began to push my dick deeper into her vagina. It was even tighter than I had imagined, but warm and moist inside. I gave mom my tongue and she began to suck it. My entire penis slipped into her tight pussy. Mom moaned into my mouth and began to suck my tongue as if she was sucking my dick. I broke our kiss and began to pump my dick in and out of the canal where I came from. Mom held onto me and my head was buried in her neck. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I kept on pumping furiously. Her breasts were jiggling up and down and our abs felt like two washboards scrubbing each other. The walls of mom’s vagina was contracting and grabbing my entire dick as I kept on pumping it into her. Suddenly her contraction became more violent and mom began to buck her own hips, which caused me to pump even faster.

“Damn it I’m cumming Ben!”

“Me too, ma!”

          I was pumping my dick faster and faster until I felt the feeling of an orgasm welling inside of my dick as I emptied my cum deep inside my mother’s vagina. Mom stopped bucking after I emptied the last drops of cum into her.

  We both laid like that for a while, trying to catch our breaths. My dick was still inside of her, and her legs were still wrapped around my waist.

 “My god, mom, that was wonderful.”

“Finally, we consummated our bond.”

  I lowered my head to my mother’s lips and began to kiss her. She broke the kiss and spoke. “Ben, I want you to fuck my ass.”

 My eyes nearly popped out. “You sure about that, ma? I mean I’m sorta thick.”

 “When you were little you tried to push your little dick into it, but you were too short. I want you to try it now, please.”

I pulled my dick out of her, but I was still not hard enough to do it. Mom then told me to lay on all fours. I got into position and waited. Mom began to kiss my butt and then she began to lick my balls. I could feel my dick stirring. Mom’s tongue then moved from my balls and her tongue flicked my starfish. She began to tongue my asshole and lick around the rims of it. I was in heaven and my dick was hard. She kept on licking it for a while and then stopped. She got on all fours and spread her legs. I spread her ass cheeks open and placed my dick at the entrance of her asshole. I placed the head of my cock into it and then held her hips. Slowly I began to insert the rest of my dick into her. She was tensing her body a little but her ass was relaxed. Her hole was tight but our sex fluids made the entry a lot easier. When my entire dick was inside of her, I wrapped my arms around her just below her breasts and slowly began to pump my shaft into her. Mom kept on bucking and her muscles kept on gripping my dick. She was moaning in pleasure and within minutes I ejaculated into her ass. We both collapsed and fell on the bed. My dick was still inside of her ass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over the next few weeks I noticed she had grown a fascination for dad, for lack of a better word, because every time we were in the same room together the first thing she would do is glance straight at my crotch.

 

A few weeks had passed since the sundeck incident, and  I was having a very quiet and relaxing evening, the girls had been fed and the mess cleaned up,  everyone was all tucked in nice and cozy in their beds, except Laura who was busy working on her latest home Schooling assignment at the kitchen table. I had settled in on the sofa with a good stiff drink and a book. At this point I was actually on my forth stiff drink when Laura came bounding around the corner and did her usual glance at the bulge of my crotch. She was in the middle of the living room and just standing there with an odd look on her face. So I asked, “What’s wrong sweetie?” she didn’t say anything for awhile and then said. “Shortly after I got my first period you and I had a talk about boys and girls and where baby’s come from and a thing called sex.” “You also told me that boys have sperm that are sort of like seeds that grow into babies in mommy’s tummies.”

 

“And you said boys have millions of them that want to get in me and it only takes one, so I shouldn't have sex until I am ready to have a baby.” “Yes Laura that's true, it only takes one sperm to make a baby.” I replied. She almost cut me off with, "But Daddy how do I know what not to do if I don't even know what sex is?" "You talked about it and mentioned it a lot but never really told me what it was" "Will you show me and teach me what it is? So if a boy try’s to do it, I'll know what’s going on?" "Please Daddy Please" "I have been wondering about it a real lot ever since I saw your thing on the sun deck a few weeks ago, what did you call it?, Oh yea a penis"

 

I didn’t know whether to burst out laughing or shit myself, or both. Here is my freckle faced fifteen year old with absolutely no idea what she is asking me to do. Standing there in a short checkered skirt, with a matching jacket over a white blouse, her long blonde hair framing a cute little face was cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She was a perfect picture of pure innocence, and had no idea that she had just asked her own father to bury his manhood in her cute young body.

 

I said "no Laura you’re just too young to even be thinking about this stuff" “if you have finished your homework then why don't you go play with your toys or something and forget about it, it’s past bedtime anyway" And I got up to get myself another drink, hoping that when I returned she would have gone off to play or do something else. But when I got back, she was sitting on the sofa pouting. When she sat down her skirt had hiked up to the point I could see her little pink panties and a sweet feminine bulge. The very thin material had moved in such a way that it molded perfectly into the shape of her young tender lips, leaving nothing at all to the imagination.

 

I stood there and just looked at her for a few minutes, until she again stated "Daddy Please" "Please Daddy" with a little whine in her voice. She was sitting there with her arms crossed tightly across her chest with a pouty look on her face, while at the same time her pretty pink flower was pouting at me from between her slender legs. I was by now getting quite perturbed at both her and myself and said "You have no idea what you’re asking me to do, do you?” “No Daddy I don’t know what I’m asking you to do, but I want to learn what sex is and your not just some boy, you’re my Daddy and will teach me right!” I just stood there silent for a few more minutes looking back and forth between her pudgy pink material covered lips and her angelic little face, and then the most unexpected thing occurred. It must have been all the vodka I had consumed and the fact I had been without for too long, but I suddenly felt things moving around in my balls and they tightened up, and heat was beginning to build in my cock, it was slowly going hard as I stood there looking at my young daughters sweet mound. I should have run out and had myself locked up for even considering what was going on in my mind as my meat continued to harden, but instead, I walked over and sat down beside her.

 

I said “Are you really sure you want to do this sweetie?” she looked me straight in the eyes and said “Yes Daddy I’m really sure” I pondered for a few moments and said “you do know that we will have to take our clothes off and touch each other don’t you ?’

“Umm, that’s ok daddy” she replied “Just teach me, Please”

I lovingly took her in my arms and cuddled with her for a few minutes, then unbuttoned

her blouse, unveiling a pair of sweet perky breasts, not large by any means, but well formed with perky nipples. She emitted a soft cooing sound as I placed them in my mouth, kissing and caressing them until her nipples were good and firm. I then slowly kissed my way down her belly. Reaching inside her skirt I removed her panties exposing the prize. Puffy angelic lips covered in a light dusting of silky blonde hair. I kissed them as if they were her mouth, my tongue probing the inner folds. Targeting her little love button with my mouth I inserted a finger, then two. I tenderly worked her with fingers and tongue until I felt her tense and utter little sounds, then she said “Oh Daddy”

“Oh Daddy something is happening” Her legs straightened and she shuddered, then shuddered again with a loud moan. Then in a soft voice she said “Oh Daddy that felt so wonderful” I replied “That’s called climaxing sweety, or as most people call it cumming” “so daddy just made you cum”

 

 

 

  “Ok sweetie, I have showed you how boys make girls feel good now it’s time to learn how girls make boys feel good” “Ok Daddy, yes you made me feel Really, Really good” she replied. I sat her up and stood in front of her pressing my shaft down so it was pointing right at her lovely face and said “Lick it honey, right there” as I pointed to a glob that had formed at the tip. She did and said “It’s a little salty Daddy but tastes Ok” “ Alright honey now just slide your mouth on it nice and slow” “That’s it” “Good Girl” I took her head gently in my hands and moved her with a slow rhythm sliding my cock in and out of her sweet little mouth. I must have been crazy, here I am standing in front of my almost naked daughter with my raging hard on, while her very stretched mouth was trying really hard to please me, but at this point I was too far gone to care.

 

The pressure at the base of my balls was so immense I needed release, and I needed it now, I said in a very shaky voice “Baby, remember when you had cum and how good it felt? Well, Daddy is about to cum baby, get ready sweetie” Her mouth was so stretched and full with my meat she could only let out a barely audible “uh huh” My eyes just about rolled back in my head as it started to flow, I pulled the beast back to give her room, with only the head in the first wave hit her mouth, she gagged as it filled her and she pulled off . The second wave hit her forehead, The rest all over her chest. She didn’t know to swallow so it squirted out through the corners of her mouth and was running down her chin. While she was coughing and gagging she managed to say “Oh Daddy, I didn’t know that juice would come out of it, did juice come out of me when I did that cum thing?” I replied “When you feel a boy’s penis pulse like that it means he is pumping out his sperm” “Baby Seeds?” “You Gave Me Your Baby Seeds?” “Your Baby Seeds are going to grow in Me Now?” “I’m going to have a Baby??” “No Laura, sperm has to go in there before you could get pregnant and have a Baby” I patted her wet little mound. Your mouth doesn’t count. “Oh Daddy, you scared me” “It’s Ok sweetie your safe with Daddy” She pondered that for a moment then answered “I know Daddy, that is why I asked you to teach me”

 

My cock was now only half hard but my mind was mush, I was lusting after my sweet little girl and no longer feeling guilty, I was going to fuck her come hell or high water.

I pushed her back on the sofa and took her legs in my hands and pulled her forward until only half of her ass was on the couch and placed her heels on my shoulders, which with her size spread her legs wide and put me in a perfect position. I could feel the heat growing back into the beast as its head was now positioned directly on front of her virgin opening. At this point she asked “Daddy what are you going to show me next?” I took some of the lubricant I had quickly retrieved from the bedroom and smeared some on my shaft and a little in her pretty pussy lips. As I gently pressed my manhood inside her silky opening I felt as expected some resistance but the lubrication was working well, I pressed in a few inches and stopped.

Kneeling there with my shaft head inside her I asked “does that feel good sweety?”

She replied “Well, I feel stretched but yes I guess it feels good”

With that I took a deep breath and pushed in past her virginity, she winced and closed her eyes but didn’t utter a sound.  “You are about to learn what it is you asked your Daddy to teach you" I whispered.

 

I was finally past the border and able to now work my magic, I pumped slowly and gently into her belly, her body was so small and slim I could actually see a bulge my cock was making on her tummy, I could see my cock moving around in her, see how deep I was inside of my little girl. I slid in and out nice and slow, only feeding her about half of my nine inches. I kept up a nice slow pace for about 5 minutes giving her sweet pussy time to adjust to my size, once her tiny entrance had stretched enough to accommodate me I began giving her a little bit more on every in stroke. The bulge on her tummy that my cock was creating was almost to her belly button and I still had more to give her.

 

I slowly entered deeper until my balls where tight against her ass cheeks, I could not believe my little Laura had swallowed me whole. While my little princess laid there completely and totally impaled on her Daddy’s Meat, she looked up at me with her huge blue eyes, which were quite dilated. And said “I bet Mommy liked making babies with you Daddy, this feels so good” That nearly put me over the top, I started to pull out for fear I was going to empty my balls in her on the spot but was able to gain control.

Her entrance had stretched enough to accommodate this new form of intrusion, and I was able to slide in and out with greater ease, so I picked up my momentum and started to piston in and out of her, my balls slapping against her backside. Laura started moaning intensively again once I increased my pace, I slowed, looked into her eyes and said in a raspy shaky voice “how are you feeling baby?” she replied “Daddy my tummy feels Really Really full and So So Good” “Are you going to make me cum again Daddy?” I couldn't reply I was overwhelmed with the overall sensation of being buried to the hilt in my princess's silky tight body, the animal in me took over and I again began pounding into her. After a short while she started to whimper and make cute little sounds, then blurted out “Oh Daddy" "Oh daddy it's happening again" "Oh Daddy" "Ohhhhhhhh"

I felt her shudder then go limp like a little rag doll. I continued the blissful pursuit of my little angel’s silky treasure pounding in like there was no tomorrow. I slowed and gave her long and gentle strokes, almost exiting but just leaving the last millimeter of the head inside then slowly back to my balls. Her body tightened again and her legs flexed "Oh Daddy" "Oh Daddy" "I'm going to cum again daddy" "Oh Daddy it feels So Good" "Daddy I'm Cumming" at that point I whispered "Me Too baby" "Me too"

 

I could feel the pressure in my scrotum building and the release getting closer while my conscience was screaming at me to pull out, but that carnal animal urge was preventing me, I was desperately struggling with the two emotions when  it started. Deep from the center of the earth, it flowed through my balls on up, a white hot lava that could not, would not, be halted, I reached up and put my hands under her shoulders and pulled her onto me, sinking as deep as I could into her shuddering young body, my sweet tender princess moaning as I brainlessly let my balls do the job they were designed for, and injected wave after wave of my life giving fluid into her awaiting garden. I held her tightly on me until they were completely emptied, both of us spent we just laid together as our minds and bodies came back to reality. She had this sweet dreamy expression on her face as she cuddled with me. After a few minutes of silence Laura uttered in a panicked voice "Daddy, I felt your penis pulsating inside me did that mean you put millions of baby seeds in me like it did in my mouth? is that what you just did? I’m going to grow your baby inside me now?" 

 

As I pulled out of her sweet tender body I looked down and her pussy was splayed open like an invisible penis was still inside her, traces of my cum and her juices were slowly leaking out and running down between the cheeks of her backside. I had to tell her the truth, I said “Yes princess, daddy just put a lot of his sperm inside you, I’m sorry honey but you just felt so good I didn’t want it to end” it was then I heard an odd noise and looked over at the door to the living room, standing there was my 13 yr old daughter Kerri, her eyes as wide as saucers and her hand over her gaping mouth. Not only had I just drained a boatload of semen deep in my daughter’s unprotected baby maker, but my thirteen year old had just watched me do it.

 

 

Kerri Just stood there like a statue looking at us for what seemed like a lifetime, I finally broke the silence with the only thing I could think of “How long have you been standing there sweetie’ What came next told me she had watched most of the performance. Kerri asked “Laura what is it like when Daddy makes you cum?” “Daddy will you please make me cum too?” “That looked like a lot of fun” I was flabbergasted and came back with the only words that made sense. “Not now princess daddy is really tired and it is past everyone’s bedtime” Laura was now standing, took her clothes kissed me on the cheek and headed for her room with Kerri in hot pursuit. I made another drink, while thinking long and hard about the evening that just took place. Now it was a waiting game, to see if she missed her period. What was I going to do if she gets pregnant with her fathers child.

 

    Sometimes the roads we travel in our lives have unexpected turns. My life these past few months have been filled with them. It all started when my husband moved out. He had been having an affair and needed to "find himself". I think it's some kind of middle age crisis but he's gone. I would have been willing to try and forgive him and move on but he wasn't interested.

    Our divorce got pretty ugly. I guess part of finding himself was protecting his income. He hired one hell of an attorney and was kicking my ass financially. I had only ever worked part time and had been mainly a homemaker, but now I had to work full time and money was pretty tight. There was no way that I was going to be able to afford our house so I had to move into an apartment. I wanted to stay in the same school district for my son's sake so I had to settle for a small two-bedroom place on the second floor of an apartment complex. Quite a change from the five bedrooms, three baths, and four acres place we'd lived in for the last ten years.

    My son is John; he had no choice but to live with me. Part of his father's "finding himself" included cutting him out of his life as much as he cut me out. This really hurt John but there wasn't anything I could do to convince his father not to do that. He not only didn't want John to move out with me; he even stopped coming to John's football games. Just completely cut both of us out of his life.

    I thought I should describe both John and myself to you before I go on; just so you have a mental picture of whom we are. John is a sixteen and a sophomore in high school. He's quite athletic and is already the starting quarterback on his team. I'm probably a bit biased but I think he's very good looking; in fact he's the spitting image of his father at the same age. He's pretty out going and doesn't seem to go unnoticed by the girls at school.

    My name is Grace; I'm 34 years old, (yes I had John at a fairly young age) I', told I'm pretty by most guys I meet, and I'm not in bad shape at all for my age. 116lbs; 36B's; and blonde with blue eyes. I think most guys would refer to me as a MILF.

    As I look back I now know where this story begins. It was the day after we moved into this apartment. I was in the one and only bathroom doing my makeup. I was wearing a pair of panties and a small dressing robe. John started knocking on the door begging me to hurry up. "Please Mom! I really have to pee, I can't wait much longer!" I was running very late for work though and I really needed to finish what I was doing. I opened the door and told him to come on in. "Aren't you going to step out Mom?" he said.

    "I really need to finish and get to work Honey" I said, "Just go ahead and piss, I'm too busy too look If I don't get my butt to work I'm going to be in trouble." And I didn't look although I did notice he turned his back to me as much as possible; and looking back I realize that relaxing our standards to accommodate this apartment and using the bathroom together is where this got its start.

    After that it became commonplace for us to share the bathroom. After a few times of tinkling with me in the room I couldn't help but notice through the corner of my eye that he'd stopped turning his back to me. He was now just standing in a normal position when he took a leak. This isn't a big deal really; I'm just pointing out how we'd become more relaxed around one another if for no other reason than we had to.

    It wasn't long before this more relaxed attitude concerning our bodies carried over into the rest of the apartment. I would now walk about in my dressing robe and a pair of panties or bra and panties. He's go about in just his boxers. It wasn't like we were gawking at each other though. It was just easier a lot of the time to go about these ways than bother to try and hide.

    One Saturday morning John had slept in till nearly noon. I didn't begrudge him doing that at all. He'd had a game the night before and it was a real dogfight. His team won by a point and he really had gotten knocked around in the process. Even though cooking was my favorite activity in the world I was busy preparing a big dinner for him when he got up.

   The kitchen is an eat-in kitchen and he plopped down at the table wearing just a pair of boxers. I asked him if he'd like a something to eat. He said he'd like a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea if I didn't mind and of course I was glad to get it for him. As I set the bowl of cereal in front of him by pure chance I just happened to look in the direction of his lap and I had the sudden surprise of seeing his penis.

    The opening on the front of his boxers was hanging wide open and I got an eyeful. I'm sure he hadn't meant for me to see it and I certainly wasn't trying to see it, but see it I did. It wasn't hard or anything like that but just seeing it sent a jolt down my spine. It was just something I wasn't ever supposed to see and it really took me by surprise. I looked away quickly and returned to the dinner I was working on.

    As I worked I couldn't get the image out of my mind. I don't know if it's because John looks so much like his father did at that same age, or if it's because I hadn't been with a man for several months, or what is was but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept telling myself to just forget it but try as I might, I just couldn't.

    I finished getting the dinner prepared as best as I could and set things aside so we could eat later. I thought I'd get the dishes washed and went to the table to collect John's bowl and cup. When I was picking them up I couldn't help myself and looked to see if I'd get another peek. I did; his penis was still exposed and this time I took a good look. I couldn't believe myself but here I was checking out my own son's dick.

    I returned to my dishes and John said, "I think I'm going to go soak my aching bones in the tub for awhile." Which I thought was a good idea.

    He was in the tub for somewhere around twenty minutes and I worked on finishing the dishes. The whole time I kept thinking about what I'd seen. I just kept envisioning it in my mind and, well to be down right honest, I was getting wet between my legs. I was trying to make myself think of something else but I just couldn't.

    I wondered to myself if I'd get another peek at it if I went into the bathroom and found myself going knocking on the door. John told me to come on in and I told him I had to pee. "Come on in Mom, you know you don't have to knock." And I walked on in.

    I found myself a little disappointed that he had the shower curtain drawn back but what could I do.   I sat down to pee and asked him, "Hot bath helping you feel a little better?"

    "Yeah, it really feels good." he said, "I think every bone in my body is bruised."

    One thing about watching your son play football since he was 9 is that you end up learning a few things about the game. I engaged him in some conversation about the game and he pushed the curtain back a bit so we could talk. Much to my disappointment though I still never got another peek at his dick.

    The image of what I'd seen stayed with me throughout the day and into the evening but I never got another glimpse. When I went to bed that night I had a good time playing with my pussy thinking about it. As I rubbed my clit the only thing in my mind was his dick. I kept wondering what it would look like hard and if I'd ever get to see it that way.

    On Sunday it was my turn to sleep in. when I got up John was lying on the couch and watching television. I had on just my short robe and a pair of panties and sat at the table to read the paper and drink some coffee. Once or twice I felt his eyes on me but when I looked up, he quickly turned away. I kind of just shrugged it off, thinking to myself that it was probably just my imagination. I can't deny I had checked him out the previous day, but there was no way he was checking out me. Why would he? He has his choice of all the hotties at school and I'm just dear old Mom.

    "Hey Mom!" John called to me, "what do you have planned for today?"

    "I haven't really thought about it John" I said. Then asked, "why? Is there something you wanted to do? I figured you were probably going to hang out with your friends or something." That's the typical way he spends a Sunday afternoon.

    "No if you don't mind, I'm going to hang out here and watch the football game." He said.

    Of course I didn't mind. It was going to be nice to have some company and besides, I wouldn't miss my favorite team's game come hell or high water. Nothing in particular happened for the rest of the day but it seems worth mentioning just because it's another change that had occurred between us.

    Nothing of any significance happened for the next couple of weeks. We went about our lives like normal and I even managed to stop thinking about the time I got a glimpse of his dick. I did sense his eyes on me on a few occasions but I was never really sure about it. Just a sense like one has when you feel like someone's starring at you.

    Two weeks after the first weekend I told you about John had his homecoming game. There was a dance afterwards and some friends were having an all night party following that. When I got out of bed on Saturday he was just getting home. I fixed him some breakfast and then he said he was going to take a shower before he went to bed.

    He came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around him and asked me to wake him up in a few hours. "I don't want to sleep for too long or I'll never fall asleep tonight."

    I assured him I'd wake him at the requested time and then I went shopping for a while so that apartment would be nice and quiet for him. I made it home by 3:00 so I could wake him. When I opened the door to his room I immediately felt a shiver go up and down my spine.

    His blankets had come off and he was lying there completely nude. If I had thought I got a nice view two weeks ago, let me assure you the view this time was breath taking. He's got one hell of a nice body from head to toe and I felt guilty but I stared at him and enjoyed the view for a few moments. After a few moments I started worrying that he wake up and catch me looking. I pulled his blankets back over him and turned on the light. He never knew what I had seen but the sight stayed with me for a long time.

    My mind was racing at that point. Part of me just absolutely loved getting to see him like that and part of me was overcome with guilt for allowing myself to look. After he was up I decided I could use some privacy so I could think and told him I was going to take a nice long bath and relax.

    As I sat there soaking I realized how horny I was. My pussy was just begging to be played with and I wasn't about to deny myself the pleasure. I fingered myself for probably 15 minutes and then suddenly there was a quick knock on the door and John just walked on in saying he needed to take a leak.

    I immediately stopped touching myself but felt secure that he had seen nothing since I had the shower curtain drawn shut. I waited for him to finish and leave and then resumed my masturbation. The entire time I was in terrible conflict; I was picturing his naked body and telling myself to stop think of it at the same time. I guess the naughty side won out because I had a great climax, having to bite my lip just to keep quiet.

   Once I had allowed myself that pleasure I became convinced that there was no real harm in looking at him; after all, he's a very sexy young man. I even told myself it would probably be abnormal if I didn't look. I decided then and there that if the chance came to look, I was going to look. I wasn't exactly getting many thrills in my life anywhere else, in fact the orgasm I'd just had was the best I could remember for a long time.

    I wasn't exactly planning on raping him but really; but what harm is there in looking? I felt pretty naughty as I began to dress I began to wonder if he looked at me as well. I know that more than once I've felt like he was looking but I never have really caught him at it; Nothing definitive anyways.

    I had a sweat suit with me to put on over my bra and panties but decided that all I wanted was just the bra and panties. I even tossed the sweat suit into the hamper even though it was perfectly clean. I didn't want him wondering why I'd left it in the bathroom. Now he'd seen me in my underwear on many occasions but I'd never paraded around the apartment dressed that way intentionally before so I was very nervous. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and opened the bathroom door.

    John was watching a college football game so I plopped down on the easy chair and joined him. He was dressed only in a tee shirt and boxers so I'd have to say if nothing else; we were both comfy. As is always the case, he looked damned nice in those boxers too.

    John did have to leave for a couple of hours to watch game films and while he was gone I busied myself working on some crafts. When he returned he found me sitting on the floor surrounded by bits of yarn and such but still dressed only in my bra and panties. He came in, threw himself down on the couch, and propped his head up in his hand. For the first time I felt like he was purposely looking at me.

    When I felt his eyes on me it really turned me on. My nipples got hard instantly and I felt a dampness grow in my panties. Wanting to make conversation with him but unsure of what to say, I asked, "Got a big date planed for tonight?"

    His reply was, "I did but we canceled it, have you looked outside at all? It's really getting bad out there." I had no idea that the weather had changed and we were getting an early snow. Not just an early snow, we were getting pounded. "We're supposed to get close to a foot before this is over." He added.

    "I guess you're stuck here at home with good ole Mom." I said to him. As I spoke I realized he was staring right at my boobs. I knew my nipples were still erect and I really found myself liking how he looked at them. I almost wanted to take my bra off and really let him look, but I knew that was going too far.

    After quite a bit a small talk, the whole time I felt his eyes glued to my body, John said he was going to take a shower since he'd gotten all sweaty from practicing new play in the gym after watching the game films. He excused himself and head to the bathroom.

    Unlike any time ever before, he didn't close the bathroom door behind him when he entered. As I told you before the apartment is pretty small and from where I was sitting I was looking straight into the bathroom at him. He took off his shirt and then undid his jeans. He pulled them off, then actually turned and faced me (though there was no eye contact, he was looking into the mirror to his side) he then peeled off his boxers and stood facing me for a moment. One of his hands then briefly cupped his balls, and then he turned and entered the shower.

    Watching him disrobe in front of me then touch himself had really gotten to me. My pussy was soaking wet and I needed to touch myself. I knew I couldn't though; he usually didn't take long showers. I had to be happy with just a couple of quick rubs. While he was showering some thoughts occurred to me; was he trying to tease me just like I was trying to tease him? Did he know I'd seen him naked? Could he have made sure I saw him on purpose earlier? One more question came to mind after that; if the answer to these questions is yes, how far can this go? Perhaps I had better just put the brakes on all of this right now. I even thought that perhaps I should go and put on some clothes.

    I got up to go get dressed and just as I did he stepped out of the shower and was drying off making no effort to hide himself. Our bedrooms are on either side of the bathroom so I had to walk towards him to get to my room. As I walked that way he asked me, "You need in here Mom? There's room if you do."

    "No honey." I said, "I'm just getting a little chilled and thought I'd toss my robe on."

    As I entered my room I wanted to slap myself for saying robe, I should have said dressed. Maybe I really didn't want to get dressed after all. I then reached for my full robe and it occurred to me I really didn't want it, so I put on my short dressing robe. No harm in him still seeing a lot of leg I thought.

    As I passed the bathroom door he was standing there in all his glory combing his hair and again made no effort to cover himself. I tried to pass by quickly but he stopped me by asking a question, "I'm not so sure any places will still be open with this weather Mom, what are we going to do for dinner?"

    I turned and looked at him as I answered, "oh I guess I'll fry us some hamburgers or something, we won't starve." As I replied he was facing me still combing his hair and it looked like he was becoming aroused. He wasn't hard mind you but there was definitely some swelling there. He just smiled at me and said that'd be fine by him.

    I walked away realizing that either he's gotten completely comfortable about us seeing one another or was definitely teasing me. I just wasn't sure which it was or which I'd prefer it to be. I then went into the kitchen to begin preparing some dinner. The whole time I did, I made an effort to keep my back turned to John. I was sure my face was flushed and I didn't want him asking why.

    When I dinner about ready I hollered to John to fix us some drinks. When he came into the kitchen wearing just his boxers. He was very nonchalant and there was no mention of his standing before me nude just a few minutes earlier. He was being so casual about everything that I just couldn't quite figure out if it all meant anything or not. As he fixed our drinks the back of his hand brushed lightly across my ass. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or an accident but it sent shivers up and down my spine. I completely froze in my tracks for a moment.

    As we ate our dinner I kept wondering to myself who was teasing who in this home. Was he doing this deliberately or not? Was my imagination running wild or was he trying to entice me. I really was so unsure about it all and still didn't really know how far I was willing to push the preverbal envelope.

    There was one more incident of interest that occurred that evening. I was propped up on my knees on the couch. I wanted to look out the window to see how bad the snow was, and it wasn't looking good. We had at least a foot out there and it wasn't slowing down. I told John that he should take a look figuring that he'd look through the other end of the window. Instead though, he came up behind me, put one hand on either of my hips, pressed himself close to me, and looked out over my shoulder.

    His lips were close to my ear and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He said nothing off color, in fact only talked about the weather but at the same time he pushed his pelvis into my backside and I could feel his hardness pushing against me. I'm not sure how long he stayed there behind me, it was probably just a minute but it felt like a lifetime. I don't think I took a single breath the whole time and my heart was beating a mile a minute.

    He eventually released me and nothing about it was said between us. It was perhaps an hour after that incident that I went to bed for the night. It took me a very long time to fall asleep that night. I had so much running through my mind and yes to be honest, I was downright horny. I allowed myself the pleasure of touching myself and I think I finally drifted off to sleep doing that.

     John was still sleeping when I woke up the next morning and I went to the window to look out. I was sort of hopeful that the roads were clear so I could go get some groceries. I felt like I just needed out of there for a little while just to think and clear my head. One quick look outside though told me that wasn't going to happen. The snow had stopped but it was a real mess out there.

    I was on my second cup of coffee when John finally got up. He stepped out to say good morning before going into the bathroom to take a leak and there was a very obvious tent at the front of his boxers. He seemed to purposely scratch himself in front of me; like he was trying to draw attention to it and then he went to take his piss.

    When he stepped back out into the living room he was completely naked and he still had an erection. Before I could react or say anything he just casually said, "I think I'll grab a shower before I have some breakfast." And then disappeared back into the bathroom. Once again not closing the door behind him.

    As he showered I couldn't get the image of his hard prick out of my mind. I wasn't expecting to see it and it left quite an impression on me. It was about seven inches long and I don't know of any other way to describe it but to say it looked delicious. I found myself moving so I could see him when he stepped out of the shower.

    When he was finished showering he stepped out and I really wasn't surprised that he made no effort to cover himself. What did surprise me though was he only briefly toweled himself in there. He walked out to the edge of the living room to finish drying himself. I probably should have told him to go cover up but just couldn't bring myself to do anything but stare at him. The way his dick bobbled up and down as he toweled himself had me mesmerized.

    I must have stared for at least a couple of minutes and then finally I realized I had better do something. I stood up and announced that I was going to take a good long bath. I walked past him and he simply said to me, "Have fun Mom."

    I stepped into the bathroom and took off my robe. I then bent over to start the water and waited till I got it just right and rose up to disrobe and waited for the tub to fill. I was reaching behind me to unclasp my bra when there was a quick knock on the door and then it opened. John stood there, still naked, and told me the news was calling for some more snow that night. Then he just leaned against the doorframe and stood there.

    "Did you need something John?" I asked him.

    "No" was all he said.

    I turned my back to him and took off my bra. Then I shimmied out of my panties and stepped into the tub. I settled down into the water and pulled the curtain shut saying, "Bye Hon, see you in a little while."

    My nipples were as hard and my pussy was wet. I knew for sure that he wanted me; this was not just a little teasing. He was getting braver and braver and I was doing nothing to stop him; in fact I realized that by never saying or doing anything, I was encouraging him. As I massaged my breasts and teased my nipples I wondered to myself just how far I'd let this go till I'd put on the brakes. It had to stop, didn't it?

    I wanted so badly to touch my pussy and bring myself relief; but I just couldn't allow myself. Part of me wouldn't simply because the door was still open and part of me wouldn't because of guilt. I was in such conflict over all of this. I had to admit to myself I wanted to make mad passionate love to John; but at the same time I knew how wrong it was to have these feelings. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, and more than anything I wanted to fuck.

    When I felt it was time to get out of my bath I stood up and opened the shower curtain and John was watching from the living room. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and wasn't hiding the fact he was watching me. I got such a thrill out of him looking at my naked body. My legs felt wobbly beneath me and I felt like I couldn't breath. My heart was beating harder than it ever had before and it felt like it was in my throat.

    When I was dry I put on a pair of panties and was going to put on a bra but thought to hell with it and just put my dressing robe on. I then walked into the living room and sat across from John. I wasn't sure what should or would happen next but I was filled with anticipation.

    When nothing was happening or even being said between us I decided to prepare us some lunch. "Does chicken-noodle-soup sound good to you honey?" I asked him. I knew he wasn't going to say no. He'd rather chew broken glass than actually fix his own meal.

    "Sure Mom sounds real good to me." He then replied.

    So off I went to the kitchen and busied myself getting things ready. As I stood in front of the stove and stirred the soup John came into the kitchen. "I think I'll fix some drinks for us while you get that ready." He said to me and I replied that I thought that would be wonderful.

    He had to reach over my shoulder to get the glasses out and seemed to purposely press himself right up against me to do it. I could feel his erect penis pushing against me as he did this and it sent a shiver up and down my spine. He was driving me crazy and I think he knew it.

    I tried to speak but couldn't get any words to come out, all I could say was, "John I, I." And he just told me to hush.

    I then felt something on my shoulders and realized right away it was his towel. He had taken it off and draped it on me. I guess it was his way of quietly letting me know. He then pressed against me again and this time put his hands on my sides.

     "I've wanted you for so long Mom, I can't take it any more." I heard him whisper into my ear. "You make my cock so hard, I've seen how you look at it, I know you want it too." He added.

    As he said this hands slid up and cupped my breasts. He rubbed them all over for a moment then untied the sash on my robe. As he did this I turned my head to him and he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me. As we kissed I turned to face him completely and he began pulling my robe off of me as we did.

    He ran his hand down the length of my arm till he was holing my hand. He then guided my hand to his erect cock and I wrapped my hand around it. I loved how the skin was so soft and I could feel veins bulging out of it. "John we can't do..." He stopped me mid sentence with another kiss.

    As we kissed passionately John's hands were all over me. On my ass, then on my breasts, and then he slid a hand down my tummy and into the front of my panties. When he felt how wet my pussy was he broke our kiss and said, "Oh God Mom, you're so hot, I knew you wanted this as bad as I do." I could no longer deny it.

    He pushed my panties down and off of me and I stepped out of them. He then crushed himself against me again and held me so tight as we kissed like the lovers we'd become. His tongue was intertwined with mine and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. It was no longer a question of right and wrong. It was simply a matter of love.

    We broke our kiss and I said to him, "Why don't we go lay down on my bed lover?" and then led him by the cock to my room. We never once stopped touching as we lay down and snuggled together as lovers do. There was no rushing anything, John is a wonderful lover and rushed into nothing.

    John was finger fucking me as we kissed and I was so horny that he quickly brought me to an orgasm. "Oh yeah Mom! Cum for me baby, cum all over my hand Mom!" he was saying. I was more than happy to oblige him.

    As my first climax subsided he the said, "Mom I really want you to suck my cock, I want to feel it in your mouth." His voice was almost pleading.

   "Yes John, give me that cock, I want to suck it for you. All I could think about since I've seen it is how it'll taste!" I said not believing the words that rolled off of my tongue.

   He the knelt before me and offered his cock to my mouth. I let my tongue extend to it and savored my first taste and it was wonderful. I then opened my mouth and slowly took as much of it as I could. I think the way I purred told him how much I liked it and he began to fuck my face.

   It was his turn to cum quickly from all the excitement. He cock swelled and he tried to pull it out of my mouth. "Oh no you don't I said, you give it to me in the mouth baby!" I told him, and as I placed my mouth back on his cock I was rewarded with a tremendous load of his man cream. I swallowed every last drop and wondered at the deliciousness of it.

   I kept sucking his cock after that; I wanted it hard again so he could fuck me and he knew it. "Yeah Mom, keep sucking it. You love my cock don't you." Then he added, "Get it hard again Mom, I want to fuck you so bad." He was fingering my pussy to get it ready the whole time he was saying these things. He knew by both my wetness and groans I wanted exactly the same thing.

    Once he was back to his full hardness I was ready to be fucked. Told him, "Fuck me now John, fuck me like you mean it."

    I spread my legs wide and john crawled on top of me. I grabbed his swollen cock and guided it into me. The moment it entered me I felt more satisfied than I ever had in my life. He kept telling me how good my pussy felt and I in turn said the same about his cock. He fucked me in the missionary position for about five minutes and then turned me over and entered me doggy style.

    As he resumed fucking me I felt my orgasm growing. I looked over my shoulder at him and told him, "Yes baby keep fucking me! Keep fucking Momma! I'm going to cum!" and I erupted into a mind shattering orgasm. All I can say is that I my ex used to make me cum some of the time but even when he did it was nothing like this. My entire body was enveloped in it and it felt like it lasted forever. I actually passed out for a moment.

    When I regained my senses John was about to shoot his load. I encouraged him by saying, "Go ahead baby, cum in Momma's pussy! Give me your load! I want to feel you cum deep inside of me!"

    He unloaded inside of me with grunts and groans that were so loud they could have awakened the dead. Saying over and over again, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he kept pumping me until every last drop of his semen was spent. He then collapsed on top of me and for the longest time in a sweaty heap. We were very quiet for a long time. John was the first to speak saying, "Mom?"

   "Yes John?" I replied.

   "I love you"

   "I love you too John."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Not to sound bitchy, I don't mind criticisms but I really am not interested in your opinion about my grammar, sentence structure, or crap like that. I'm an armature writing stories you read for free so go criticize a pro, and just let me know if it gets you off.

I devote my time to my kids and with my daughters growing into curvy young ladies, I have plenty to worry about. Sarah and Hannah both have their mother's brunette hair, although Hannah currently has blonde streaks cascading through hers. Sarah is the spitting image of her mother, rail thin with perky but small breasts and a thick butt. Hannah is already developing larger breasts and fairer vanilla skin. I try not to describe my daughters in lewd ways, but I'm just their father, I'm not blind. 

In fact it's Hannah's low cut top that gets me thinking about sex one morning before she heads off to school. Cassie has already left, mumbling something about how inappropriate Hannah's outfit is. When it comes to the pair of them, Sarah is just as reserved as her mother, flirting dangerously with being uptight. Just like a librarian or a lawyer. Hannah is much more adventurous, almost promiscuous.

In either case, my daughter's cleavage is enough to tittilate me in the morning, so after she leaves I jump on the computer and look at breasts that I'm not related to, so that I'm not ashamed. One heated self-session later, I'm cleaning myself up with a kleenex when I see an ad on the side of the screen.

There's a scantily clad model embracing an ad saying, "Does your love life need a boost? Leah's sex consultants...slip into something new."

I have an hour left for work, but I click anyway, if anything out of curiousity.

I'm left underwhelmed. Its a blank site. There are no links or ad information of any kind. Just a blank screen. Disappointed, I click out of the window and leave for work.

My day was boring, until there was a knock on my office door. Irene, my assistant came over the intercom and announced that a "Jenny" was here from the Leah Consultant company.

Confused, I acknowledged the knocker to come in. Framed in the doorway, stood a statuesque brunette with a pencil skirt, black wire glasses and an open blouse. She stepped in curtly and shut the door. It was a very austere scene until she smiled and sat in the chair across from me.

"Hello, I'm Jenny. I'm here from the Leah Consultant Company. Better known as Leah's Sex Consultants. I'm here in response to your inquiry into our ad."

"How did you find me? I just clicked on the ad?"

She nodded and set her briefcase down, adjusting her blouse. "We understand that most of our clients wish to adhere to the highest levels of secrecy, only clicking the ad through curiousity. We want to help you maintain that level of secrecy until the time you are ready to share your desire for help with those around you."

"Its still creepy." I stammered.

She nodded again, "We have unconventional methods of tracking you involving your IP address and email usage. Nothing is meant to harm you. Only to maintain your privacy. You have the option to back out of the contract at all times."

"Contract?" I ask.

"Of course, we offer our services provided that you maintain our secrecy, pay the appropriate fees, treat the clientele with respect during any sexual activity and of course keep an open mind during the proceedings."

I clung on to the middle part and blurted out, "Clientele?" 

"Yes," She smiled and repeated to me, "Clientele. Which would be me in this case."

"You mean you're offering to have sex with me?"

She shrugged, "If you so choose, although I must stress that this isn't an escort service or a prosititution institution," She giggled at her clever work play. "Instead, please understand that any intercourse involving myself is strictly professional and educational, while still achieving the highest level of pleasure.

I laughed at her, "You must enjoy your job."

She smiled again, removing her jacket, revealing more cleavage, of which she had plenty. Her breasts bobbed around in her blouse freely. "There are perks to my job, but I take it very seriously." She paused, "Do you agree to the conract."

I'm a very rational person and all of the things Jenny represented threw up warning signals. But playing it safe had led me to wear I was now, alone and frustrated. Against my better judgement, I nodded.

She grinned and pulled out a couple sheets of paper that she asked me to sign. Nothing in the documents were a surprise. Jenny had already covered everything. I signed hesitantly and Jenny snatched the paper up quickly. She deposited in her briefcase and leaned forward exposing more of herself to me. She chewed on the pen and eyed me coolly.

"Let me guess. You want variety? Everything is too stale between you and your partner." She laughed when I nodded. "Communication is always the easiest path to sexual fulfillment. I'll bet that you and your partner hardly ever discuss your needs or wants."

"Its not that easy" I'm a little offended.

"Of course it is," She says shaking her head, "Just tell me what you want. Tell me something you enjoy doing sexually. Just state it bluntly."

It was hard to articulate or pinpoint a single desire and eventually my heart spoke for me. "I like giving eating my wife out, but the time never seems right."

"When you put things plainly like that, it allows me to respond plainly. For instance, I enjoy recieving oral sex. Now that both of our intentions are clear, we can make the decision to pursue you performing Oral sex. Just like you should with your wife."

"You mean, you want me to eat you out?"

She smiled, "I would very much like that. Would you like to?"

I could only find myself nodding as she stood up and produced a scarf from her bag. "See that wasn't so hard. I'm going to add a blind element to this exercise. Blinding your partner can add alot of variety to your sex life."

With this she snuck behind me, whispering in my ear and deftly tying the scarf around my eyes. It was black, but sheer, so I could still see hazy images in front me.

"Please lay across the desk James." She whispered in my ear. "On your back please."

I"m enchanted, blindly following her every order. I sprawl across the death, feet supported by my chair and my head hanging off the desk. I can't see much, but I think I can hear a zipper unzipping. Confirming my suspicions, I hear her pencil skirt fall to the floor.

I have an erection now, and I can feel her fingers running through her hair. Her thigh brushes against the side of my face and she smells like vanilla. Her fingers run from my hair, down the side of my face and closer to her own thigh. Her thigh turns and I can feel the heat of her pussy on my cheek. The only thing separating my cheek from her pussy is her fingers. I can smell that she's wet and its intoxicating. 

My cock is straining in my pants and Jenny doesn't help matters when I feel her fingers begin to circle. I can only assume that she has begun to play with herself.  That thought was enough to further banish any thought that this was a bad idea. This gorgeous, sophisticated and sufficiently slutty woman was masturbating inches from my face and I couldn't see any of it. I could only imagine what the scene looked like. I could hear her steady breathing and smell her intoxicating vagina as she alternated between circling and inserting a finger up her cunt. 

I can't take it anymore. I reach a hand to my crotch, to free my cock but she slaps my hand and coos. "I'm making you wait on purpose. This is a classic tease and should never be underestimated. Keeping your partner waiting can only increase arousal."

The entire time she talks, she never removes her hand. It just keeps moving in and out while her breathing becomes more labored. Just when I'm beginning to think this exercise is solely for her benefit, she stops and straddles my face hanging off the desk.

I'm not upset to have my face buried in her cunt. My tongue immediately goes to work and my nose is thrust against her asshole, something that is taboo and extremely exciting. Much to my relief, she begins unzipping my pants and rubbing my cock through my boxers. Slowly and agonizingly she tugs and pulls at it, while I eat her out. She reaches her other hand around and pulls my head closer to her cunt. She's rocking her face  on my tongue and nose and I can tell I'm stimulating her ass and cunt. 

Suddenly, she moves up slightly and my tongue nips her asshole. I stop but only for a moment when she pulls my hair slightly and whimpers.

"Keep going James. Lick my asshole. You have to be open to a little variety." I never wanted to stop anyways, it was only surprising. I alternated between her asshole and pussy, successfully bringing her closer to a climax. She rocked violently while rubbing my dick through my boxers.

Violently, I spasm and can feel the semen flowing through my cock. It spills out onto my chest and she stops rocking. When she lifts herself off me and frees me from between her thighs, I'm still licking my lips and breathing heavily. Before she removes my scarf, I hear her shuffling in my office. When she removes the blindfold, I see that she is completely dressed, briefcase in hand.

"This was a good first session, but if I'm going to help your love life, I will need a session with you and your wife together."

She turned and left calling out to me, "We'll keep in touch."