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"Call me Mommy"

Hi, my name is Rob Thompson. This story is about a time in my life that I'll never forget. It is a true story, not the whole story, but as much of it as I'm willing to tell the world. It took place just about a month before my xxth birthday, when my parents sat me down and told me the news that they were getting a divorce. I wasn't really surprised since they had been sleeping in different rooms for over a year, but the worst part was that they wanted me to spend the summer with my mother's twin sister, Aunt Linda, who I haven't seen for over 3 years. We all thought that Aunt Linda was strange because she has never been married. The rumor in the family was that she was a lesbian.

When I arrived in South Carolina, I was amazed at how much Aunt Linda looks like my mother. I knew that they were identical twins, but it is impossible to tell them apart. On the way to her house, Aunt Linda told me that she knew I wasn't exactly excited about spending the summer on a farm, but she promised it wouldn't be all bad.

When we got to her house, she took me around the huge old house and showed me all the rooms. Then she told me that the house was used in the underground railroad during the old days before the Civil War. I had read about it in school, but really didn't know much about it. She told me that over the years she had found quite a few secret doors, passageways, and hiding places through the house. I asked her to show them to me, but she said that it might be fun if I looked for them myself and it would give me something to do on rainy days.

After about a half hour of looking, I found a small lever on the inside edge of the bookcase. I pulled it out and one entire section of the bookcase pushed in to reveal an opening. With flashlight in hand, I went forward into the passageway. The passages seemed to wind all around the huge house.

On the 2nd day of exploring, the batteries on the light went dead. At first, I couldn't see anything but as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see rays of light passing through small holes in the wall. The first hole I looked through was to the kitchen, where I saw Aunt Linda washing the dishes. After watching her for a minute or so, I began to search for other holes in a effort to make a mental map of the passage- ways. There was at least one hole in every room on the first floor and I also found a few other secret doors on that day.

After a few days of searching around, I told Aunt Linda that I found all the secret passages and she seemed really surprised. She told me that it took her months to find them all and had thought that there may be some that she never found. She then asked if I was sure I had found them all. I told her yes I was and they go all around the house. She smiled and said, "oh that's all you found." She then told me that they go up and down and Uncle Jake even claimed to have found one that led to the barn.

So, after dinner, I excitedly hurried off to the passages again. This time taking the flashlight to see what I had been missing. Sure enough, I found some secret doors leading up and down. I climbed up first, and walked along a very narrow passage on the 2nd floor. I heard water running and turned off the flash- light to see if I could see light coming from any holes. At the far end of the passageway, I saw several beams of light.

As I peeked though one of the holes in the wall, I saw Aunt Linda in the shower. At first, I couldn't move, I just stood there like a zombie and watched the soapy water running down her naked body. As I watched her, my dick began to throb. I had never seen a naked woman before that, and I was instantly galvanized by this strange and erotic sight. Without hardly thinking about it I unzipped my pants and let them fall to my ankles and pulled out my cock. As I watched her slide her hands over her soft breasts I stroked myself. It didn't take long for me to cum and I tried to control myself to keep from moaning to loud and I milked the last drops of cum from my dick.

I began looking at my aunt in a new way from then on. I became obsessed with watching her. She always seemed to take a shower or bath at the same time every night. I even found a hole in her bedroom where I would go to watch her while she dressed. This went on for a couple of weeks until one night I had found my way to the hole in bathroom wall and she wasn't there. I was about to give up, thinking I had missed her al- ready. I took one last look and then felt a tap on my shoulder.

Aunt Linda was standing behind me in a thick white robe. It was obvious what I was doing and I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, waiting to be slapped or something. In a really soft voice, she asked me if I had been watching her. I slowly nodded my head, expecting the worst. She just smiled and said it was OK because she had been watching me too. My jaw about hit the floor. She took my hand and pulled me to a small secret door that led right in the bathroom.

She turned the shower on, let her robe slide on to the floor, and then stepped in the shower. I guess I was in shock or something because I just stood there and watched her until she asked me if I would like to join her. I quickly got out of my clothes and got in the shower behind her.

She called me her dirty little boy and said that "Mommy" was going to wash me. She told me that I looked really nice, and that made me feel proud of my body. She commented on how tan I was and who nice my mucels looked. Then she started with a sponge and ran it along my chest and then got on her knees and slowly started to soap up my hard dick. She lightly stroked it a few times and asked if it hurt, she said that anything that hard would probably hurt, and that she could probably make it feel better for me. I said, "yes Aunt Linda." She smacked my ass hard and told me to call her "Mommy." I then said, "yes, Mommy." I was rewarded with "good boy" and a deep kiss on the lips. I felt like I was being controled by this older woman, but I didn't care, I just had one hope raging through my teenage mind.

Then she turned off the shower and dryed me, then herself off. I stood in the middle of the bath- room with my cock looking like a flagpole. She told me it was time for bed. She took me by the hand and led me to my room and tucked me in bed. She asked me if I wanted to hear a bedtime story. I was up for anything at this point and eagerly said, "oh yes Mommy, tell me a story."

My "mommy" began telling me a story about a little girl with an ice cream cone. I have no idea what the hell she was talking about, but she slid her hands under the covers and started stroking my cock while she was talking about how the little girl kept licking the cone. Finally she pulled the covers down and asked me if my penis still hurt. I said, "yes Mommy, very much." She asked me if I wanted her to kiss it and make it feel better. Before I could answer, she was licking and sucking my cock!! My mind was blank, I was doing nothing but feeling the wonder- ful sensations she was giving me with her expert mouth. After a few minutes of this, I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop. Then she pulled the covers up and kissed me goodnight.

The next morning, she woke me up with breakfast in bed, as usual except this time she fed me each bite. Then she took me to the bathtub and bathed me. We had sex several times each day for the next week. At first I thought the mommy thing was just a sexual game that she was playing, but she finally admitted that she liked little boys and had often seduced many of the boys in town and that she didn't like adult men and that is why she never married. For the rest of the summer, I was her little boy and at the end of the summer I called my parents and asked if I could stay with Aunt Linda. My father didn't understand, but the divorce was final now and mother had full custody, so she decided we could move in with Aunt Linda.

Aunt Linda and I continued our affair, and although I was afraid we would get caught, she said always not to worry. After a couple of weeks, I started becoming a little more bold in our lovemaking.

One night I was in my bed, when I felt a hand on my cock which was followed very quickly by a mouth. The mouth sucked furiously and much harder than Aunt Linda had ever done before. I moaned and said, "oh God that feels great Aunt Linda." I forgot to call her "mommy" and for once she didn't correct me. I flipped on the light as I was about to cum and as I exploded in her mouth, I noticed a scar on her right hand. It was my mom!!

The End

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African Prince

Chapter 1

As Mikey mechanically got off the school bus and turned toward his house he mentally kicked himself for missing his stop again. The monotony of six years of elementary school and a year and a half of junior high had given him an uncanny ability to zone out and disappear into his own fantasy world. Unfortunately this ability reared its head regularly, wanted or not. For the hundredth time he reassured himself that it was no big deal. He would walk an extra half mile or so today.

As Mikey walked, still in the fog that had caused him to miss his stop, he kicked rocks and sticks and any other targets that happened to come in range of his foot without forcing him to break stride. What was really on his mind however was the erection that had sprung on him during his bus ride, thinking about his neighbor Julie Osbourne. He thought she was the cutest girl in school and he kept imagining all sorts of things.

Julie had moved into his neighborhood two years earlier. Although she lived right down the street from Mikey and was always especially nice to him in school, he was just too shy to talk to her on his own after school. They often talked in school and she was downright flirtatious with him at times. Although he enjoyed this immensely, his shyness was overpowering. He always wanted to further the relationship, but he could only manage to do so in his fantasies.

Perhaps his shyness arose from the fact that he felt so out of place in his small, white, largely Christian town. Mikey's Mom was African from Kenya and his father had been of Native American descent. His Mom was a deeply spiritual person, but this quality seemed to Mikey to come out as eccentricity. The house was thoroughly decorated with African and Native American art. To Mikey it was all just a reminder of how different his house was from everyone else's in town.

Trying to think of other things, Mikey managed to get his erection down to a softer, controlled, less visible phenomena before he entered the house. His Mom had baked some cookies for him - the closest thing to junk food he ever found at home. He gobbled the cookies down one by one, pausing only for intermittent gulps of milk.

"I've got to go to the bank and run some errands, honey," his Mom said in her sweet motherly voice.

Even though he was embarrassed of his Mom's eccentricity and sometimes even her race, Mikey loved his mother dearly and he felt closer to no one else. He had only a couple of vague memories of his father. He was killed by a policemen when Mikey was a small child. His mother believed the policemen had killed her husband out of mistaken identity, brutality, or racism.

Regardless of the reason, to cover up their crime the policemen had planted a gun and a large bag of cocaine on her husband. He was a strong man and a good husband, and with justice never having been served nearly ten years later it still tore her up inside.

"Okay," Mikey replied, hiding his genuine happiness that she was going out. He would have a chance to take care of his horniness at last. Still sitting at the kitchen table, his erection started to swell again, and he pulled his tee-shirt down to be sure his Mom couldn't see the bulge. He waited and watched as she got her purse and keys together and finally went out the door with the final words, "I'll be back in a little bit."

As soon as the door closed behind her, Mikey got up and walked to the bathroom. He retrieved a handful of tissues and proceeded upstairs to his room. He was quite paranoid of being caught, and on his way by locked the front door to slow his Mom down if she came home sooner than expected. As he entered his room, he closed the door firmly behind him, pulled all the shades in his room, and got naked.

There was something energetic and erotic about just his own nakedness and especially so with sexual thoughts about Julie racing through his head at a phenomenal rate. He laid down on his bed, his erection unbelievably complete. The skin on his penis was so taught that the slightest touch by his own hand sent a shiver through him. He couldn't believe how charged up he was. It seemed his erection was bigger and harder than it ever had been before.

As thoughts of Julie naked, smiling, running her hands across his bare chest filled his mind, he began to slowly stroke. Mikey forced his imagination to back step the encounter with her. He liked to imagine the seduction, the kissing, the removal of clothing, the sucking of nipples, eating her out, her giving him head, and not until he was ready to blow did he reach the ultimate fantasy of sinking his dick into her. One by one he proceeded through vivid mental images of the encounter, stroking himself slowly, forcing himself to slow or stop when he felt close to the edge.

Although Mikey had only been masturbating for about a year, he had mastered the technique of bringing himself to mind-blowing ecstasies. Whenever he masturbated he tried to make it the best he could. He had realized early, the sacred rule of masturbation. There is no point in rubbing yourself raw for a mediocre reward; If you're going to do it, do it right.

His Mom's spirituality and her philosophical of strength had made him a perfectionist in many respects. Mikey's upbringing was both solid and chaotic. His Mom was truly a role model, and internally Mikey was strong like her. But when it came to dealing with the external world, socially, Mikey faltered in embarrassment and fear.

Mikey's stiff little prick was oozing pre-cum at a prodigious rate. Meanwhile, Julie had just planted her first kiss upon the head of his penis. He had a crystal clear vision of her wrapping her lips around just the head of his penis as she looked into his eyes. He removed his hand from his penis momentarily as this image was just too much to hold out any longer. It was too late.

He began sliding his open fist up and down the length of his penis faster than ever as he imagined plunging into her from behind. Julie on all fours; Perky breasts shooting down toward the bed that they were on; Her cries piercing the air as she screamed his name in passion. As he began to spew, the first blast of cum landed on his stomach.

Images began to race through his head. The second, much more powerful blast landing in a line running across his left nipple. His thoughts raced from Julie to a thousand other sexual desires. Another, slapped across the center of his chest and landing at the base of his neck. Images of girls and women from every aspect of his life. He saw his cum splashing on the face of his best friend's older sister. A fourth shot of cum hit the underside of his chin.

He saw Mrs. Andersen, his biology teacher, bare- chested; his cum dripping from her mouth; she rubbed it into her tits. And he spewed and spewed and spewed and it splashed across his chest. He saw Amy Christians sliding her pink and wet and smooth and naked pussy down the length of his dick; she still holding her cheerleading pom-poms.

A jet of cum hit him in the face. He saw his Mom; he saw her face; he saw her smooth wet lips accentuate her mouth; she wore her favorite headband - yellow and black and distinctly African; she wore her favorite dress - red and black and yellow and wrapped loosely but sculpted to her chest; her breasts, large, perfectly rounded; he saw a hint of cleavage; and he slid his dick between her tits!!

Mikey's penis fell limp and lifeless and his hand fell away beside it. Even as the orgasm still tingled through his body, he felt guilty for what he'd done. His mother? Where had that come from? He'd never had a sexual thought about her in his life. Yet as if he had dedicated some sexual memorial to her, his last masturbatory image had been of her.

The guilt grabbed his hand and reached the tissues and tried to wipe him clean of what he'd done. Cum had dripped off his chest, his neck, his face and now his bed was nothing for his Mom to make. He bundled up the bedspread put it in his closet, grabbed a towel, and got into the shower.

As the hot water began to rinse him clean, he relaxed a little. "No big deal. A freak thought entered my mind in the throes of passion."

Mikey washed himself thoroughly head to toe, and the more he washed the better he felt. He shut off the water, dried himself, wrapped a towel around himself and headed for his room.

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African Prince

Chapter 2

"I'm going out tomorrow evening Mikey, so you're going to have to make dinner for yourself." Mikey's Mom said as she scooped a big spoonful of mashed potatoes onto his plate. As always the dinner table was set for two. The size of the house seemed so excessive to Mikey's Mom, especially since Natasha, Mikey's older sister, went away to college. Regardless, she did a good job maintaining it, made easier as much of the space was never used.

"You got a hot date Mom?" Mikey joked. He was surprised when her answer revealed this to be true. She had not seen anyone since her husband's death. Although the concept of his mother with another man was foreign to him he tried to encourage her as best he could, "Good for you. Who is he?"

He was a man she had met through a friend at work. "He's rumored to be quite handsome." Mikey's Mom smirked.

This struck Mikey in a funny way. He had never thought of his Mom as a sexual being before. Well until a few hours ago that is, but he pushed that out of his mind. Now for the first time she was talking about men and dating. Even though it made him a little uncomfortable, it struck Mikey as a good thing. He didn't necessarily want a new father figure in his life, but he knew it would be good for her.

As his Mom got up and began carrying dishes over to the sink, Mikey let his eyes fall to her ass. She was truly a shapely woman. Mikey's eyes ran down her legs then back up across her ass and back to her neatly tied hair. She was slim, in good shape, she ate right, and she worked out from time to time. Mikey did not feel guilty about this. He was not looking at her sexually so much as he was sizing her up as a woman for the first time. He was impressed, but he forced his eyes away.

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Mikey sat through another boring day of school and another monotonous bus ride home but he managed to get off at his stop this time. It was Friday and he had thought up a plan for this evening's entertainment. His Mom was going out, and he had a night of fun planned. The woods behind their house ran along the back yards of every house on the street.

He wasn't sure why he had never thought of it before, but if he cut through the woods to behind Julie's house, he just might be able to catch a glimpse of her through the window. The woods were pretty deep and dark and he knew that he and his Mom never bothered to pull the shades on the windows on the back of their house, maybe the Osbourne family was as trusting as his own. He felt his penis bulging at the prospect.

When he got home he waited patiently for nightfall to come.

"Okay honey, he is going to be here any minute." Mikey's Mom was dressed just as she had been in his fantasy. For a second it made him feel uncomfortable, but that was ridiculous - she always wore this outfit when she wanted to look especially nice. And she did.

She looked beautiful. The dress had a loose quality about it, but it also showed her curves exquisitely. The fabric was light in weight but rich in color. And her headband - that headband Mikey had seen so clearly in his brief fantasy - held her hair back in a fashion half way between chaotic and neat. The necklace she wore was both extravagant and simple; It had a decorative and tribal quality to it, and it accentuated the smooth dark skin of her tall neck.

If she wore makeup it was applied lightly and with the greatest of skill. Her lips were moist and seductive and it was almost impossible to tell that she wore a thin layer of lip colored lipstick. Mikey couldn't help but admire his Mom's beauty once again.

"There's some leftovers in the fridge you can heat up," she explained. "Or you can cook some of this chicken and there's rice and peas and green beans... and let's see," she continued, while looking through the refrigerator. "You could make soup, there's a..."

"Don't worry Mom, I'll figure something out," Mikey interrupted. "I'm a big boy now," he said sarcastically. "There's headlights in the driveway. Go on, have a good time." He almost couldn't wait for her to get out the door. He was getting aroused with excitement over his plan.

"Okay," his Mom said with a hint of anxiety in her voice. After all, this was her first date since her husband died, and on top of that it was a blind date. "I won't be too late." And she smiled nervously and spread her arms to give him a hug. Mikey couldn't help but take note of how his Mom's large breasts pushed into him, just below his shoulders. At 5' 7" Mikey was fast approaching her height, but she still had a couple of inches on him. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared out the front door.

A residual excitement tingled through Mikey. Her breasts were both soft and firm and even though he and his Mom hugged quite often he had never really paid attention how they felt before. The smell of his Mom's perfume was barely noticeable; She was a master of subtlety, but even as she was already out the door the smell stayed with him and excited him even more.

He touched the moist spot on his cheek where his Mom had kissed him, then brought those fingertips to his lips and licked them. "What am I doing?" he said out loud. "I'm just horny, I didn't jerk off this morning." That guilty feeling he had felt the day before returned, despite his attempt to explain himself.

But all these thoughts went out of his mind as soon as he remembered his plan. He ran upstairs. He put on his black jeans, black sweatshirt, and his black winter "burglar" hat. He laced up his boots, and just for effect he slid the sheath for his 4" blade onto his belt. He took the knife out and looked at in the light of his desk lamp. He kept good care of the knife as it had been his fathers. He polished it and sharpened it regularly. He saw his own face mirrored in the blade.

There was a path leading out behind his house that ran parallel to the street. He could take it most of the way, but he would have to cut through some dense swampy woods to get within visual range. Halfway there he realized he should have brought his binoculars, but he was too excited to turn back. He had brought a small flashlight but the moon was almost full and he didn't want anyone to see a light behind their house, so he was not using it. He found his eyes adjusted quite well to the dimly lit forest.

Mikey came out to the edge of Julie's back lawn. Immediately, he saw Julie. He couldn't believe his luck. Even if he saw her only fully clothed, it was already worth the trip. His dick was almost hard all the way down here, but upon seeing her it became fully erect. She was on the first floor and in the corner of the house closest to him. There would be no need for binoculars. He could see her perky, developing tits forming two tents in her white tee-shirt.

He could see her face clearly, and for a second almost thought she was looking at him. However he knew from experience that when you are inside at night with a light on, a window might as well be a wall from your point of view. He reassured himself and admired her beautiful face.

Mikey's penis was snagged uncomfortably in his underwear. He unzipped his pants to rearrange it and then decided he might as well leave it out. The excitement was overpowering, tingles ran through his body, and butterflies tickled his stomach. He began stroking himself ravenously.

She turned and bent over and seemed to be picking clothes up off the floor. Frustratingly, she began walking in and out of view, apparently tidying up the room. What luck it was that her room was on the first floor. Timed with each glimpse of her, Mikey stroked faster.

Then as she momentarily disappeared out of view he imagined her slim rounded ass, her lips, and the head of his penis swirling between them. He imagined her on the bed, bent over, her own hand reaching behind her, parting her pussy lips with her fingers, inviting his entry. He imaged her standing, him right behind her, penis pressed against her, him kissing her neck, and lifting her skirt, and sliding her panties...

He was about ready to blow she came into view and stood facing the window and shook her head lightly tossing her hair. Being this close to Julie, his dick in his hand, her looking right toward him, was the most erotic thing his virgin body had ever felt before.

His body jerked violently as he shot jet after jet hot white cum into the air, all the while looking into his fantasy's eyes.

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African Prince

Chapter 3

Mikey sat on the couch watching TV. He heard a car door in the driveway and he looked at the clock. It was 10:00pm. His Mom was back already? He got up and walked to the front door. Just as he was reaching for the handle to open the door, it turned; the door opened; and his Mom came in. The look on her face was not happy. She said hi matter-of-factly and walked past Mikey. He wasn't sure what to think.

"What's the matter Mom? He wasn't good-looking after all?" Mikey asked, not sure if joking was the right thing to do or not.

"Oh he was good-looking alright," she said, obviously distraught. "But the man is a fucking pig."

Mikey had never heard her Mom swear like that before and he knew something must have went really wrong. "He had nothing intelligent to say, and all he did was stare and my chest and he kept trying to slide his hand up my dress, and he was a slobbering fool who chewed with his mouth open." She went on hysterically, "And he took me to the seediest bar I have ever been in, and he..." She burst into tears and covered her face with her hands.

Mikey had never seen his Mom like this and he wasn't immediate sure what to do. He slowly approached her and tried to speak some comforting words. He put his hand on her back. Still balling she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. And she did not let go.

She buried her face in his shoulder and continued to weep hysterically. She was squeezing him so hard Mikey was finding it hard to breathe. After struggling for enough air to speak, he suggested she sit down on the couch. She complied, and Mikey sat down next to her. The TV was still on; he grabbed the remote control and flicked it off. Then he looked over into his mother's eyes.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to find another man like your father, Mikey." Tears wear still rolling down her cheeks, but she was struggling to hold them back now.

"I think you've just got to give it time, Mom," Mikey said without much confidence. He wasn't really sure what to say. He wasn't used to comforting his mother; Usually it was the other way around.

"Oh, why did they have to do it?" She burst out it to full fledged balling again. "Why did they have to kill your father, Mikey? Why?" Her words turned into sobs, and she grabbed Mikey and hugged him even tighter than before. There was nothing he could say, he knew he just had to be there for her. He hugged back and whispered in her ear that it was alright.

Eventually her sobs silenced and her tears dried. But Mikey and his Mom still held their hug. Mikey rested his head upon his mother's breast, but there were no sexual thoughts now. In fact, there were no thoughts at all. The two of them rested, arms entwined, silently enjoying each other's comfort. After what seemed like hours the embrace ended. Mikey's Mom's face was calm and collected once again. Mikey suggested that they pop up some pop corn, butter it up good, and watch the late night movie on cable.

"That's the best idea I've heard in a long time." Her voice was calm again, but softer and more vulnerable sounding than Mikey had heard ever before. Mikey volunteered to do the corn popping, and his Mom said she would go upstairs to get changed.

Although they had a hot air popcorn maker, both of them liked it better the old fashioned way. He poured in the oil, the kernels, cranked up the heat, and started shaking. As the sound of popping corn started to subside, Mikey's Mom came back downstairs. She was wearing a light silky nightgown. Mikey glanced over from the bulging popcorn pot and gave his Mom a warm smile. She had washed up and calmed down, and it was all but impossible to tell she had been crying ten minutes earlier.

"I'm sorry, Mikey. I really overreacted. After all it was only one date." She smiled a wide smile and Mikey was truly happy to see his Mom had cooled down. " I'm sure there's plenty of good men out there."

"That's the spirit." Mikey tried to sound encouraging, but his mind was wandering from her words.

Mikey could see the outlines of his Mom's nipples through the nightgown. He watched her moist lips accent her smile as she continued to joke about her date. When she turned around to set up the TV for the movie, his eyes once again fell to her ass. He watched as her cheeks move up and down, each in turn. He looked at the way her dark skin contrasted with the pale nightgown. He watched her hair glide across the back of the nightgown as she walked. He looked at her lower legs, the nightgown came right to her knees, and he noticed for the first time how shapely her legs really were. He watched the point where the skin met the nightgown. There was something so intriguing he couldn't tear his eyes away.

"What are you doing?!" He screamed inside. He took his hand and slapped his own face.

"What was that?" His Mom call out from the TV room.

Without answering he poured the popcorn into a bowl, soaked it in melted butter, and walked into the other room. His Mom was taking up the whole couch. She was laying on her side, her head resting on her forearm.

"Where am I supposed to sit?" Mikey asked, feigning playfulness, but actually quite concerned with the situation because of these unwanted sexual feelings he'd been having about his Mom.

"Oh, Come on," she smiled playfully. "You used to cuddle with your old Mom."

"How are we going to watch a movie like this?" Mikey asked, trying to find some excuse to get out of it. But he already felt his dick stirring, he would have to lay down soon so she did not notice it.

She slid back so that she was still taking up the length of the couch, but she was pressed up against the back of the couch so there was room to lay in front of her. She patted the open space invitingly. Mikey felt his dick rising, so he obliged. He laid in front of her with his back to her. His Mom put her arm over him and the movie came on.

Mikey's dick immediately became fully erect. He was simultaneously stimulated, disgusted, and scared of being caught. He was slightly further down the couch than his Mom and her breasts were pushing against the back of his neck through the thin nightgown. His Mom asked him what the movie was about, completely unaware of the havoc she was reeking in her son. Mikey tried to be cool, but his erection was unbelievably hard. His Mom ran her fingers through his hair and he gasped out loud.

"Jeez, mister, you're tense all of a sudden," she said.

Mikey wasn't sure what to say, the sensation of his Mom's fingers going through his hair was almost too much to bear. "Do you want to try and pay attention to the movie, Mom?" Mikey said in an almost annoyed tone of voice. He felt bad but he had to do something. He wanted to get up, but his erection would be immediately noticeable. He was stuck and his dick felt like it was going to burst.

"All right, all right, mister serious," his Mom said as she blew on the back of his neck.

Mikey took a deep breath - this was too much, he was too close to her, she was too beautiful - but he tried to disguise it as frustration.

Finally they settled into watching the movie. Mikey's erection did not subside, and the feel of his Mom's breasts on the back of his neck was unbelievable. But he used everything he had to keep himself in check. But he had to - this was his Mom!

His Mom pulled a blanket over both of them, and that made him feel a little better; His bulge was less likely to be discovered. After about a half hour of this torment, with Mikey trying to keep his mind on the movie, his Mom said she had to run to the bathroom.

As she walked away Mikey looked at that perfect ass again, and this time reached into his pants and gave his dick a few strokes as he was doing it. The sexual desire was so strong, he couldn't even feel that guilt that been tearing him up earlier. He knew he couldn't get up, his erection was bigger than ever.

Before he knew it he was looking as his Mom's nipples through her nightie as her tits gently bounced as she walked back to the couch. Not knowing what else to do, Mikey slid back on the couch so that he was the one against the back of the couch. Before he knew it his Mom was laying in front of him, her back to his chest.

She snuggled up against him playfully. Innocently. But Mikey did not feel innocent at all. He pulled his hips back against the back of the couch as hard as he could. His chest was pressed firmly against her back. Her hair was flowing teasingly right in front of his face. He couldn't help but smell it on every breath, and it was the most erotic smell he could imagine.

He was physically exerting extreme effort to keep his erection out range of his Mom's ass. He was pushing his ass hard against the back of the couch, and the cushion was pushing back. There was no way he could maintain this for long, not even physically, say nothing of the sexual desires.

He put his arm around his Mom. She clasped his hand in both of hers, and pulled it to her chest. She held it there just above her breasts. Mikey could hold out no longer. He pressed his nose into her hair, and took a deep breath. He relaxed his hips and his erection, bound inside his pants, pressed up against her plump ass. He heard her gasp.

Mikey felt terrible, but there was nothing he could do. He tightened his arm around her, in some attempt to show his sorrow. Every breath he took he breathed through her hair. His mortified eyes seeking shelter saw everything through a mask of her black locks.

He felt his Mom's grasp on his hand tighten and he didn't know what it meant. He did not move, he stayed perfectly still, dreadfully awaiting her reaction.

It didn't come.

His dick got even harder. Still bound unmercifully in his pants, he was starting to feel pain.

Still his Mom stayed still, held his hand, and his face stayed buried, scared, ashamed, in her waves of black hair. Still no answer, still nothing, he still did not know what to think. An airy sea of pain and shame and confusion consumed him and he seem stranded there for hours.

And at last an answer. One way or the other would be better than this abyss. He felt the mound of flesh his penis pushed upon- push back.

His Mom pushed her ass backwards, into him. For better or for worse, it was what he needed. She released his hand, and he couldn't help but grab her breast. His hand filled with flesh, and through her nightgown he gently caressed it. He felt her nipple with his thumb, and through the silk ran circles around the little peak.

His Mom gasped and started breathing heavily. Meanwhile, he pushed back. He began to slowly, gently dry hump his Mom's ass. It was fleshy shapely firm and round. He slid his other hand down and grabbed a fistful of her ass. As he did his Mom took in a short gasp.

Mikey wasn't thinking now, it had already begun. He pushed her hair aside and kissed her on the neck. He ran his tongue across her skin up into her ear. And he whispered, "I'm taking it out, Mom."

She responded with something between a gasp and a soft cry. But determinedly, he moved his hand from her ass to the zipper of his pants. His Mom heard the sound of his zipper and didn't know what to think. What was she doing? But even as the doubts and confusion flashed through her mind, her son shuffled his pants and underwear down to just below his balls.

It wasn't exactly sexual freedom, but it was all he would need. Mikey kissed his Mom again, stretching forward to reach the side of her face. While one hand continued to caress his mother's breast, the other reached the hem of her nightgown. The magic point where her dark flesh intersected the silky off-white material of her nightie moved up her legs to and past the hump of her ass.

Then from behind Mikey slid his hand between his mother's thighs. She half-heartedly held her legs together, still trying to stop what was about to happen, but showing she could not.

Mikey's dick, now quite free, poked against her ass. He took his dick in hand and guided it between her thighs. The boy didn't really know what he was doing, he was only acting on instinct now and he slid the top side of his dick slid up against his Mom's panties and felt how wet they were.

The tip of Mikey's stiff little dick poked out between his mom's legs and her hand reached down to feel it. Her long gentle fingers wrapped around his shaft. She reached between her own legs and stroked and squeezed her son's penis for the first time.

Mikey began to hump his dick between her thighs as she gently caressed it. The top of his penis was rubbing up against her wet and panty clad vagina. The sensation was exquisite. Mikey paused his humping, and reached in to free his mother's pussy of the thin panty shield.

His mother cried out as he reached beneath her panties and sunk his fingertip inside. He pulled the panties to the side and continued humping as before now the top side of his dick sliding across his mothers bare slit. He pulled back and pushed the tip to the entrance of his Mom's pussy. He started to push forward but she grabbed onto his dick.

"No, I know we've gone this far, and I know you've got to finish, but we have to talk before you go in honey," She said between gasps.

"Mom, I've got to, I can't stop now. You don't understand."

"I do understand honey. I know. I'll help you finish, you just can't go in me," she said as she guided the head of his stiff little prick away from her entrance, but she continued to stroke him.

Mikey was frustrated, but with no other choice he continued to fuck her inner thighs and fist. With each pump his dick slid across his Mom's clit and her gasps became faster and her cries louder with every stroke.

Mikey felt his orgasm swell up inside of him and he knew he was going to blow any second. He pulled his dick from between his mother's legs and rolled her on her back. He lifted one leg over her and facing her, straddled her stomach.

His Mom didn't fight him as he took both her hands, encircled his penis with them, and urged her to stroke him over the edge. Her nightgown was still on and he was regretful he could not see her tits as he was about to cum. But there was no time for that now as his stiff throbbing dick began to spew.

Cum slapped across her nightgown. He watched his mother's eyes as jet after jet shot out of him. Her eyes were fixated upon his penis and the jets of cum that flew from it.

As he came, he watched his mother's lips. They were moist and plump and somehow embodied her beauty, her womanhood; It was something he had seen in her for the first time just the day before. He watched her mouth... the subtle movements of her lips as they seemed to mouth inaudible emotions.

His first three squirts of cum landed on her nightgown, the fourth upon her neck. The fifth and sixth hit her square across the face. He's always been a prodigious cummer, but this time he felt like his body was exploding.

He watched his mother run her tongue full circle round the outside of her mouth, tasting all the cum she could get her tongue to reach. With one hand still gently holding her son's penis, she used the other to gently massage his cum into her face.

Mikey looked deep into his mother's eyes before leaning forward and letting himself fall atop her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her harder than he ever had before, grateful, loving her. Mikey began to cry.

"Honey, there's something I must do," she said in a voice as sweet and motherly as ever. "Baby, can you push over for a second? Because I didn't let you go in I've got to finish up myself."

"I can help you out, Mom," Mikey said making a gesture with his tongue, tears still running down his cheeks.

"Look, we're going to have to talk. For now, I must do this myself."

Mikey rolled off his mother to the side. He watched his Mom strip her soaking panties off and spread her knees apart. She reached down between her legs, and a light and pure and womanly cry escaped her mouth. Mikey, wedged between his masturbating Mom and the back of the couch, managed to sit up.

He got his first glimpse of his Mom's pussy. It was a sight more majestic than he ever would have imagined. He had seen his share of pornography and he of course enjoyed it, but they were mostly photos of white women. He had never seen a naked African and certainly not one as glorious as his Mom. He had never seen any woman as glorious as her.

Her pussy lips were even darker then the skin around them, and there was something so provocative about just that. But as he watched his mother slide across and shallowly delve into her slit he saw her inner lips. The deep pink contrasted so obviously, so beautifully, so moistly - he could only think of fruit.

Mikey thought of the black raspberries he picked behind his house every summer. When you bit down on them they burst at once, releasing juice somehow both tart and sweet.

His Mom's breath became faster, her cries shorter, higher. His dick began to get hard again; Watching his own mother bring herself to climax was nothing short of painfully erotic. His eyes moved from his Mom's pussy to her face. Her eyes closed, her head back, her lips slightly parted allowing her sensual cries to escape into the air; She looked so precious.

Mikey watched her face as she came. Her eyes closed tighter, wrinkling her face. She inhaled deeply and held it in. She lifted her head from the arm of the couch. Her lips sealed. A strained look fell upon her face. A few seconds past. All at once the tension broke, her eyes relaxed. Her lips parted once again. She leaned her head back. And as she exhaled at last a moan came out and through the moan a word was sung.

"MIKEEEEE!!!"

They laid together, mother and son, arms entwined in timelessness. Mikey's dick of course was hard again, but even so he was content to lay still, his fleshy member pressed up against her skin...

#African Prince #Chapter 3

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African Prince

Chapter 4

When someone finally stirred it was Mikey. "Mom?"

"Yes, honey?" She said in her sweetest voice.

"Umm," Mikey paused. "I've got to take a leak."

With these words his Mom began to laugh and through her laughter, "Yeah, me too."

With their laughter they regained the will to separate. Mikey rolled off his mother and stood up. Still facing her, with her watching him, he tried awkwardly to put his still hard dick back into his white underpants. Her laughter intensified and he couldn't help but join her. As strange as it seemed, he decided to walk to the bathroom, his mother watching, with his pants still half pulled down.

Once they had both relieved themselves and their laughter had died down, Mikey wasn't sure how to feel. They met in the kitchen, Mikey with his pants back on, and his Mom with her now cum-stained nightgown covering her again. "Mikey dear, we're going to have to talk about this. But let's leave that for tomorrow, why don't you come upstairs with me. We'll both get cleaned up and just relax tonight. This was unexpected, but know that your my son and I love you as my son and for now that won't change."

Mikey wasn't sure quite what she meant by this. His confusion showed on his face. His mother saw this and spread her arms to hug him;

He moved to her and they embraced. And it was like it always had been.

Although her breasts pushed hard against him, he didn't notice them; It was as it always had been, her touch was only warm and motherly and comforting. He felt relieved.

Upstairs they each took their turn in the bathroom. Mikey washed the smell of his Mom's pussy from his hands. He wet a towel and washed his penis of remnants of his own dried cum and his mother's juices. He splashed warm water on his face.

His Mom stripped off her cum stained nightgown and replaced it with a terry cloth robe. She washed her hands and her face thoroughly with hot water, extracting her son's cum. When she got out of the bathroom she found Mikey laying on his bed wearing his jeans but no shirt.

"Mikey, why don't you come sleep with me in my bed tonight. Not as we were tonight but as we've always been, mother and son," she said, sitting on the bed beside him, placing her palm lovingly his forehead. And in a much quieter voice, almost whispering, "I want to be with my baby, my first and only son. I want to be close to you, I want you to know how much I love you. I want to be your mother and only your mother tonight."

"Mom, I love you. That will never change. I know what we did tonight was wrong.""Shhh," she whispered, silencing him by putting her finger on his lips. "We'll talk tomorrow. For now, be at peace. Let me be your mother and let us sleep beside each other. I need this to remember you as my only son."

"But, what do..." Mikey started to object, confused. What did his mother mean?

"Shhh." She put his hand over his mouth and kissed him on the forehead. "Come with me." Taking his hand she stood up and helped him to his feet. Hand in hand they walked to the hall and toward her room.

"Mom," Mikey said, letting go of her hand. "I'm going to go grab a glass of water. I'll be right in."

His Mom smiled in agreement and let him go.

As Mikey walked back downstairs and into the kitchen thoughts we racing through his mind. His mother seemed okay with everything that had happened, but he wasn't sure he was. Right now he saw her as his mother, the loving mother he had always known. He felt that guilt again. He felt nothing sexual towards her now and he was confused as to why she was doing this. He filled a glass with water and thirstily gulped it down. He filled it up again and reluctantly made his way back upstairs.

As he turned into his mother's room, he saw she was already in bed and under the covers. He looked at her, and she smiled to him. And that smile was so motherly and so comforting that once again Mikey felt alright. He walk over to the bed and set the glass upon the headboard. He reached down to the button of his jeans, but hesitated.

His Mom smiled and said, "It's okay honey, I know you usually sleep in your underwear. There's no reason tonight should be any different. I'm your mother and your my son."

Her words were somehow relieving. This was his Mom, the woman he had always felt so close to. The sexual thoughts he had earlier seemed so perverted, so misguided, but now everything was okay. Everything was back to how it always had been. Mikey unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped his pants. His penis soft, wearing just his underwear, he climbed into bed with his Mom.

He shuffled over in bed until he was beside her. He rolled over halfway so he was facing her and she him. He looked into her eyes as she smiled and briefly closed them. Her face was so warm, so noble. His Mom gazed back admiring her son's innocent but strong facial features.

In him she saw a face that made her believe a part of her husband was still alive. The moment between them was too strong. They needed to be closer and they both moved towards each other, arms out stretched. They pulled themselves together, until flesh pressed against flesh.

Mikey then realized his Mom was fully naked. Her bare breasts pushed against him as they never had before. But somehow it was okay, it was motherly; Even her nakedness was motherly. The feeling was so pure, so right, that neither he or his Mom had felt his dick get hard.

Nevertheless, in their closeness his hardness pressed flat against her naked slit- only the cotton of his underpants keeping them apart - but somehow this wasn't sexual; This was mother and son in the ultimate embrace. They both began to weep. They were not tears of sadness. They were tears of comfort, of love, of closeness, of a truth between them so deep it seemed they never could be separated.

And they slept...

#African Prince #Chapter 4

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African Prince

Chapter 5

Mikey woke to a beam of direct sunlight from the skylight above the bed cast into his eye. He shifted his head slightly to avoid it. Disoriented- he did not have a skylight in his room- it took him a moment to remember where he was. He turned his head to the side and saw a truly magnificent sight. His Mom lay still sleeping, the sunlight had not yet reached her eyes.

She lay on her back. Blankets had been cast aside during the night and for the first time Mikey saw her bare tits exposed. Her nipples were amazing- a large circle of darker nipple flesh covering the entire rounded top sides of each her large breasts- and each highlighted in the center a wonderfully steep and round nipple tip.

A night of sexual dreams had his morning boner revved up and ready to go. Even before he touched himself Mikey felt pre-cum oozing out the tip of his dick. His Mom had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. In fact, it was only now that Mikey fully realized it, but his Mom was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Her body was perfect. Her face was perfection, as if sculpted from both wood and stone by master tribal artist. The sight of her lips accentuating her slightly open mouth glistening in the ambiance of the morning light prompted him to reach into his undies and give his dick its first few morning strokes.

At no time during the day was Mikey as horny as he was first thing in the morning. Seeing his mother sleeping beside him, her beautiful brown tits fully in his view, was more than enough to convince him that the previous days activities couldn't be a one time thing. He rolled up onto his side and slid over towards his mother until he was inches from her naked flesh. There was no way he could resist.

He wanted to deliver his first touches perfectly. From what she had said the night before he wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he was worried she might say no. Judging from the pre-cum now oozing from his dick, it didn't seem like an answer he could accept. He put one hand on his mother's side and slowly, gently slid it across her skin up towards her chest. He planted a loving kiss upon her cheek as she began to stir.

Eyes still closed, she rolled over so that she was facing him. He took this opportunity to cup and massage her breast. With a sleepy look of pleasure, her eyes opened and focused upon his face. With recognition of who this was, she pulled her head back away from his. Mikey ran his fingers gently in a swirl around her nipple. His Mom breathed in a gasp of air. Mikey moved his head down and his lips to her left nipple.

It reminded his Mom so clearly of the wonderful and sensual feeling she felt when she had breast fed Natasha and then Mikey as babies. Her objections were forgotten. As her son swirled his tongue around the edge of her nipple, she weaved her slender fingers into his hair. While continuing to massage his scalp, she lightly pulled his head even more into her breast.

Mikey brought her nipple between his teeth and ever so gently rolled it side to side. His Mom cried out lightly and passionately dug her nails into his scalp. Mikey removed his mouth from her nipple and replaced it with his hand while moving to her other breast. Her sucked hard on her right nipple while using his thumb to swirl around her now saliva wet left one. His Mom's soft cries intensified. She pulled his head away from her and forcefully brought his lips to hers.

For the first time in his life, Mikey kissed his Mom in a sexual and passionate way; He pushed his tongue inside her mouth. She bore her lips into his as she rolled her body up and on top of him. Her wet and naked cunt once again pushed against his hardness, separated only by his cotton underwear. As she kissed him her breasts pressed and slid across his bare chest.

Their nipples collided with a wonderful friction as she poked back with her own tongue. He wrapped his arms around her and as they kissed he pulled them together tightly. Mikey's underwear was still on and he knew they had to go. With his mother on top of him, bearing into him, he could not reach down there to remove them. With a burst of decision, he gained some leverage and in one strong and determined move, boldly rolled his Mother over so she was under him.

With her knees spread wide apart and her son in between them, his Mom wrapped her legs around him in some kind of scissor lock. Continuing to kiss her, he reached to his own waistline to pull his underpants down. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and got the leverage to lift himself slightly off his Mom so he could pull them down.

Awkwardly and hurriedly he managed to get them almost to his knees. He pulled one leg up and used his toe to grab on and push them the rest of the way down. Finally he kicked them off. Mother and son were naked together at last.

He reached to align his pulsating member with his Mom's raspberry vagina. As his Mom realized fully what was about to happen she cried out Mikey's name. In shameless anticipation she squirmed and kicked her head back. Mikey pulled his hips back, dick in hand and aimed to her like some kind of loaded weapon.

His Mom's head pressed up against the headboard and nudged the glass of water from the night before. The glass wobbled and tipped and fell flat on its side, delivering a puddle of cold water across her face. The glass then rolled off the backside of the bed.

The shattering sound caused Mikey to hesitated and he paused just outside her, trying to make sense of the sudden noise. The cold water and the breaking glass served as some kind of sobering wake up call for his Mom. With her rational mind suddenly coming crashing back to her, she planted both her hands on her son's naked chest, and with a mighty push, showed her strength and threw him off of her.

Mikey, feeling shocked and rejected and embarrassed and horny as he'd ever been, tried to reach for his Mom as she got off the bed. Escaping his reach, she walked to the doorway and turned to him. Laying naked and hard on his mother's bed, he felt so dirty and pathetic.

"Mikey," His Mom panted, still out of breath. "I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to go out... Alone. I want you to cool off. I'm sorry if I've confused you, but everything will be okay."

Mikey felt ashamed, embarrassed, and nude, listening to his naked Mom lecture him. He felt so small and out of place. He never felt further from his Mom than he did at that moment. Tears began to well up in his eyes. She continued, "We'll talk about this, but now we must be apart."

With these words Mikey watched his Mom's bare ass as she turned and walked into the bathroom. He heard the shower go on and he began to cry. As he wept he stroked himself. He came all over his naked body; Cum dripped off him and onto his mother's bed. As his tears dried he dozed off and fell asleep.

#African Prince #Chapter 5

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African Prince

Chapter 6

When Mikey awoke, it was almost noon and his Mom was gone. Still trying to make sense of the morning's events, Mikey got up and ran a hot shower to clean himself off of his own dried cum. This time, as he washed he felt no better. He felt his Mom had rejected him. She had teased him. She was ready to fuck him and had stopped because of a goddamned broken glass.

"That whore," he growled aloud. "She tasted my cum yesterday. She was ready to fuck me today." His words and his anger got stronger with every syllable he spoke.

But beneath the anger was embarrassment and guilt. Up until the day before he would have been ashamed to let him Mom see him naked. One of his greatest fears had been of her catching him masturbating, yet today his Mom had undoubtedly seen him lying on her bed naked, covered in his own incestuously generated cum as she got out of the shower.

Mikey didn't know whether to cry in shame or punch the shower wall in rage. He did both. He spent the entire afternoon pacing, impatiently changing channels on the television, and cursing himself and his mother out. He was angry at her for letting it happen. He was angry with himself for wanting his mother. He was confused. He knew he had broken a sacred taboo. But through all his rage and confusion and shame and disbelief, he was still horny.

He had been pacing, but now he stopped in the middle of the kitchen and pulled out his cock. It didn't matter now. He didn't know if anything mattered anymore. Once you had cum on your own mother, what rules were left to uphold? As darkness began to fall, he began to jerk off right in the middle of his house. With the shades all open, his pants around his ankles, and the front door unlocked, he began to fantasize.

The first thoughts in his mind were of his Mom. He relived his cum hitting her in the face, her tongue stretching to taste it. The image was simultaneously so perfect, so erotic, so sensual and so perverted, so wrong, so very sick. He continued to stroke but forced his mind to think of other things. Amy Christians, the high school cheerleader. She was naked, she was doing one of their cheers. "Be aggressive. B-e aggressive. B- e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e. Aggressive." She stroked his dick and balls with her pom-poms.

As the chant continued to ring through his head, his fantasy wandered. Julie Osbourne.

"Wait," he said out loud, letting his hand fall away from his dick. He could go outside clear his head, and jerk off to something he was proud of. Maybe he'd get to see some flesh this time. He pulled his pants up over his softening dick, and went upstairs to get on his newly founded voyeur outfit.

When Mikey came to the corner where Julie's backyard met the marshy edge of the woods, he was sorely disappointed. Julie's shades were pulled this time. "Fuck," he cursed out loud, then reminded himself to keep quiet. He would never be able to live it down if he got caught here. After a moment of standing still, frustrated, Mikey decided he would move around the back of the house to look for a view through another window. He stepped out into the moonlight on Julie's back lawn.

The upstairs of the house was dark, but most of the windows he saw on the first floor were lit up. Most of the shades were open, but just his luck- hers were closed. He moved towards the center of the back yard. He now stood directly behind the kitchen which had a large glass sliding back door leading out to a wooden patio just above ground level. The glass door gave him a perfect view inside the kitchen. Unfortunately, there was no one in the kitchen. He could see everything inside however.

Julie's house was the same style as his own, as most of the houses on his street had been built at the same time by the same developer. Her kitchen was even set up like his. The refrigerator stood in the far corner. A table, similar to his own kitchen table, was set up in the center. Mike could see five or six empty Budweiser cans strewn carelessly across the table. That was something different from his house though; Mikey's Mom rarely drank, and he had not yet experimented with alcohol.

After Mikey had sized up the kitchen, he glanced back over towards Julie's room. He noticed that her light was in fact on. Between the sides of the shade and the window frame there was apparently enough space for light to escape. Maybe he could peek through that space, he thought.

With his heart pounding, Mikey approached the house. He took the most direct root to the back of the house, coming up between two back windows. He got down on his hands and knees so that when he passed the two windows on the way to Julie's he would not be seen. Not until he was below her window did he cautiously stand up.

He closed one eye and put his other to the slit of light. The sight he saw made his dick jump to attention in his pants. He actually took his face away and then put it back, needing to convince himself that what he saw was real.

Julie was naked. She was on her knees, facing away from him, upright. Her hands were on the back of her head with her fingers locked together to hold them there. She was holding her back exceptionally erect, arched but slightly forward, pushing her chest out in front of her.

Mikey could see her ass perfectly. Bare, it looked better than he had ever imagined. The brunette's hair was slightly longer than shoulder length. It swayed slightly side to side and up and down, as her head shook slightly in a gesture Mikey couldn't read from behind. But he could hear something.

Mikey silenced his own breathing momentarily, and cursed his pounding heartbeat. Faintly through the glass, he made out the sound. Julie was crying. He wasn't sure what to make of it. What was she doing, anyway?

Confused as he was, Mikey's dick was hard as a rock. The sight was so erotic. He was looking at who he considered the hottest girl in school, and she was naked. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He began to gently stroke it.

The sight before him was the perfect masturbatory material. Mikey imagined himself walking quietly up behind her. Kneeling; putting his hands on her sides; sliding them up to feel her tits; pushing her soft brown hair to the side; planting his lips on the side of her neck; still cupping her breasts; leaning her forward; sliding his fingers across her wet slit; slowly positioning himself then sliding his dick in...

As Mikey was rapidly approaching what would have been one of the most amazing climaxes of his life, the scene changed. Julie had been facing the door to her room. Now that door opened. A big, haggard, bearded man with a Budweiser can in hand walked into the doorway.

Julie did not flinch. Mikey's hand fell away from his dick. The man raised the Bud can to his lips, tilted his head back, and pounded what was left in the can before throwing it angrily across the room. Although muffled through the glass he heard the man's voice.

"I told you not to cry!" The man stammered. "It's a real fucking turn off." The man, looking down at Julie's naked body, reached for the zipper of his jeans. As he unzipped them he continued, "You saw what I did to your mother when she couldn't stop balling."

Mikey could hear Julie's faint sobs, then he heard her speak, "I'm sorry Daddy. I'm sorry. I just want to please you."

Mikey couldn't believe what he was seeing. Julie had always seemed alright in school. He never would have guessed what went on behind closed doors at the Osbourne house.

Julie's father pulled his pants down just far enough to get out his dick. Mikey was shocked at the size of the man's cock. It must have been twice the size of his own dick, and Mikey had never felt inadequate.

The man took a few steps forward, and Julie took it into her mouth without argument. Her father let his drunken head fall back, so that he was looking up towards the ceiling. Julie's head began bobbing rapidly forward and back as she blew her Dad.

Mikey was awestruck!

He felt terrible for Julie, she obviously was terrified of the man, yet he was captivated with the sight of what she was willingly doing to him. Mikey couldn't believe the vigor with which Julie was going down on him. He couldn't help but notice that every time her head went forward her ass came up a little bit and gave him a glimpse of her protruding mound.

Mikey wanted to feel disgusted, but his dick had not gone down. He wanted to leave, to forget this, but he could not. He just continued to watch. Julie's father put his hands around the back of her head as she continued to suck. Soon he was violently fucking her mouth.

Mikey put his hand around his own dick. But he couldn't quite do it. He couldn't bring himself to jerk off to this perversion. He wanted to save her, to knock her father out, and then to have her himself. He just stood there, erection in his still hand, watching his dream girl being mouth-raped by her father.

Finally, the bearded pervert came. Still gripping his daughter's head, he pulled her face away from his cock. Mikey saw the cum shooting out of the man's dick. Although he couldn't see Julie's face from where he was, he knew that her face was getting blasted with her Dad's cum. A jet or two missed her face, and Mikey could see the white fluid running down her back toward the crack of her ass.

When he was done soaking his daughter's face in his cum, he planted his hands on her tits and pushed her over backwards. Julie fell to her uncarpeted floor, her head banging painfully down. Her father then turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Julie lay on her back. Her knees were both bent to one side in an uncomfortable position. She did not bother to straighten them. Tears flowed from her eyes. A look of horror and trauma seemed burnt into her face.

Mikey could now see the gobs of her father's cum on her. In fact, her entire face was glistening with the adult's cum. Mikey could see white streaks of the semen in her brown hair. Some of the cum had flowed down her face and rolled across her breasts. Both her nipples where highlighted with the white and clear fluid.

Mikey was traumatized. He couldn't believe what he'd seen. He couldn't believe what he now saw. The aftermath was some how even worse than the act. Still, his dick was rock hard and quivering in his hand. Now he began to stroke.

Only he imagined that it was not her father's cum. It was not rape cum. She was not crying. It was Mikey's cum. He had come to her rescue. He had hit her father over the head. With her father's bleeding body laying on the floor next to them, Julie had run to him. She hugged him, unconcerned with her nakedness.

He imagined that they kissed and then Julie stripped him down and in thankfulness she had blown him like he'd seen her do her father. He had been the one standing before her kneeling body. He was the one that blew his enormous load on her face. And she had been smiling as he had shot blast after blast of his hot cum all over her face.

Now in a frenzy, Mikey knew he was close to the edge. He looked at her young body, he looked at the semen still running down her face. He saw Julie's naked breasts glistened with cum... a sight he had so often fantasized about. He saw the thin patch of hair above her pussy. The hair there was slightly lighter in color than the hair on her head. He looked at her nipples, unlike his Mom's these were small and tight. Julie's cum stricken body... now in the context of his non-rape fantasy was too much to bear.

Mikey's body stiffened as shot his load against the wood panels of the outside of Julie's house, just below her windowsill.

Finally, with his perverted seed out of him and his mind starting to come down from his mind blowing orgasm, Mikey felt that already familiar sexual guilt come rushing back to him. He had gotten off on someone else's pain. Julie, a girl that he truly liked and admired had just been raped by her drunken father. And he had cum to the sight of her lying naked, immersed in a puddle of her father's cum. What had he done? What was the matter with him?

Mikey heard a noise. Perhaps it was a car door in the driveway. His guilt yielded to fear of being caught, and Mikey darted into the woods. He didn't stop running until he reached his own backdoor. Panting, he went inside. Thankfully, his Mom was still out.

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African Prince

Chapter 7

When his Mom got home, Mikey was in the shower. He was still reeling from what he'd seen but the hot water was starting to clear his head. In his mind, he tried to reaffirmed that he had not jerked off to Julie being raped, but to her naked body. What young male would not be aroused by the sight of a beautiful young body slicked down and dripping with cum? He felt like he should do something or tell somebody about what was going on in the Osbourne house- but how could he explain his own presence there?

Mikey's actions weren't exactly that of a role model citizen either. As he got out of the shower and toweled himself off, he was still confused, but at least he had calmed down. As he wrapped the towel around himself he heard a light knock on the door. "Mikey?" It was his Mom. Her voice was sweet and calm, unlike when he had last seen her this morning. "I'm home. When you come out of there..."

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Mikey interrupted by opening the door. His Mom gave him a wide and warm smile and continued, "I was just going to say, I brought some ice cream, whip cream, hot fudge, and cherries home. I'm going to make myself a sundae. If you'd like to join me for one it would make your old Mom real happy."

His Mom's word's were comforting and relieving. He had no idea how she was going to act when she got home. He had been afraid that he might have changed everything between them- but now his Mom seemed as calm and warm and motherly as ever. It felt good. He really needed a Mom about now.

Once he had got dressed, he headed down to the kitchen where his Mom already had two huge sundaes whipped up. They sat down at the kitchen table across from one another. Even with his Mom's warm attitude and kind words, he didn't know what to say to her.

He still felt a strong tension between them that she did not seem to. He had tried to fuck his Mom last night and again just this morning. What did she think about it? She showed no outward signs of embarrassment, she just smiled and scooped ice cream into her mouth.

Mikey found himself watching those moist and voluptuous lips again. As she closed them a hint of whip cream squirted through them, touching the corner of her lips. She had a smile- No, a smirk- on her face as she ate. And she said nothing. Mikey tried to keep from looking at her by continually averting his eyes elsewhere.

Her lips kept calling his eyes back, reminding him of how they felt against his mouth in the passionate kiss they engaged in just that morning. His Mom seemed somehow confident. That confidence combined with the mysterious smirk on her lips made her look sexier than ever. It was like she knew something he did not and she wasn't talking.

When the silence finally broke it was Mikey. "Mom," He began but then his will to speak fizzled out as he looked up at her face. That face that had always been his stability, that face always tucked him in at night, that face always made his lunch and pecked him on the cheek as he went off to school. He couldn't tell if it was still her - his Mom.

He looked at her. He looked at her smirk, her moist full lips, her smooth skin- the skin that yesterday had had his cum dripping off it - and he wondered if that had changed everything - if it had ruined everything. But her calm, her peacefulness was even more frustrating. Why wasn't she worried? Why didn't this bother her? He had tried to fuck her for christ's sake.

With his frustration, Mikey began again, this time with in a loud and angry voice he had never addressed his Mom in before, "Dammit Mom!" Mikey exploded. "Doesn't it bother you? I came on you. I spewed on your face. You tasted my cum."

"Michael Kulu Harrison!" His Mom's gentle smile was ripped off her face as she responded angrily to the profanity. "You watch your mouth, young man. Don't you ever talk to your mother that way. If your father ever heard you talking like that he would beat some sense into you. What's the matter with you?"

"Dad's dead Mom. He's not gonna stop me from saying what I want." Mikey lost all control, the stress of what had happened between him and his Mom and about what he had seen happen to Julie Osbourne all came rushing to the surface. And that stress, that frustration, that confusion now flowed uninhibited to the surface and out through his angry words.

"He couldn't stop you from jerking me off and licking up my cum. What's the matter with you?"

His mother began to ball.

Mikey immediately felt terrible for what he said.

"I'm sorry," Mikey said standing up and turning to walk around the table that separated them. "I'm sorry, Mom." He stepped up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "It's just... I'm... What we..." He stuttered not knowing how to undo what he'd said. "It's just I don't know what to think, Mom. I'm confused. I love you. I love you, Mom." Mikey put his other hand on her other shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

His Mom regained control of her tears. "I know Mikey. I can imagine how you must feel. How confused you must be." She turned her head around behind her so she could look as her son. "It's just we have to talk. There's something I must ask you, and first there's something I must tell you."

"What?" Mikey asked. "It seems like you've had some big secret ever since we, well, it happened. What the hell is it? Please Mom clue me in, this is driving me crazy. I just don't know what to think."

"Okay. Yes, there is something," she admitted. "I wanted us both to clear our heads first. That's why I went out today. We needed to be apart. I wanted you to try to sort out your own feelings before I talked to you. I don't know if it worked or not, but I can't wait any longer to tell you. I can see what internal havoc this is reeking in you."

Mikey just stared at her blankly, not even capable of imagining what she was about to say. "What? What is it?" he asked.

"I have a possible solution to our problems. But first you must understand that the solution might raise just as many bizarre feelings in you as did the problem - namely our incest."

Mikey just stared.

She continued, "Mikey, incest is wrong. You and I were both raised in this culture, the most deeply seeded rules dictate that sexual relations between family members is wrong. Terribly wrong. This is why you and I have both been feeling guilty about what we've done. It was incest. Last night on the couch and this morning in my bed, what we did was incest. What we did was wrong."

"So why are you so calm? Almost... happy?" Mikey asked, more confused about what his mother was getting at then ever.

"Mikey, please," his Mom pleaded, "Let me finish.

"I'll explain," she said, taking Mikey's hand into her own. "You know what a spiritual person I've always been. I've told you many times about the beliefs of our ancestors. But I haven't told you all their beliefs.

"Mikey, my people... our people, our culture... I'm not talking about all Africans here, I mean our nation, our tribe... the beliefs that were passed down from your grandparents, from my grandparents, from my great grandparents. I've never told you this before Mikey, but we are royalty... I mean we should have been royalty... My father was a leader.. a king of sorts...

"I was destined to be a princess, Mikey. But there's nothing left to rule... our people are gone, our culture is gone. The only thing our ancestors have left is a few vague memories of my parents, of their way, and what my older sisters have always told me. They remember much more about Africa than me, Mikey. They remember Mom and Dad... They remember stories... They remember their riches and jewels... The remember their beliefs."

"But Mom, what does this have to do with u.s.. with our wrong doing?" Mikey asked, still confused as to where all this was leading.

"Patience, Mikey, patience," she said as she gently ran her hand across his shoulders. "I'm getting to that."

She paused now, knowing that what she was about to say had the potential to change the relationship between her and her son forever.

"Mikey, when your father died, your aunt expressed her sorrow to me that you were so young. That you were too young to..." She paused here and looked deep into her son's eyes. "...to take his place. Mikey in our African culture it is acceptable, even expected that the eldest son marry his mother if she becomes a widow."

Mikey looked at her in disbelief. He started to speak but he had no words to respond.

"Mikey, its okay. Just listen for a minute. Now I have always known about this tradition, but until last night I never planned on telling you. Incest is the greatest taboo in this culture. It's wrong here. As much as I like to feel in touch with my ancestors, the truth is I have lived here most of my life, just like you. I had all those horrible guilty feelings too, just like you Mikey. But last night on the couch and this morning in my bed, I want nothing more than for us to be joined... to have you inside of me, Mikey."

Mikey couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mother did want him. She still wanted him and hearing her talk about it was making him hard. Still, he could find no words to speak.

She continued, "Now Mikey, you have to understand, what I'm talking about here isn't just a poor excuse for a sexually deprived woman and her horny young son to act out some perverted fantasy. Mikey, I'm talking about a commitment here. I'm talking about performing an old ritual, I'm talking about you and I getting married. I'm talking about you committing your life to me.

Again, Mikey could not comprehend. Married? Was he really hearing this? He stared at her blankly. "Mikey, what I'm saying is I want you to be my African Prince. I want you to take the place of Dad. I want you to fill the hole in my life created when your father died. I can perform the ceremony. Friends and relatives are supposed to attend, to celebrate, but we will have to be very secretive. I want to perform the ceremony right here, tonight. The ancestors will understand.

Mikey couldn't believe what he was hearing. And the look in his Mom's eyes. He could see that she was not only serious, she was eager to begin what she was talking about.

She stood up and walked around to Mikey's side of the table. She put her hands on her son's shoulders and asked, "What do you say, baby?" Mikey just sat unresponsive for another moment. His Mom began massaging his shoulders gently, and after a moment slid one hand down her son's chest. She pressed her face into the back of his still damp medium-length frizzy hair. She slid her hand under the bottom of his shirt and slid her smooth dark hand across his stomach and up to his chest. She gave one of his nipples a gentle pinch.

Mikey jumped in his chair at the touch. His dick hardened quickly. He could deny it no more. He leaned to the side and turned his head to face hers. He reached up to her head and pulled her lips to his. Open-mouthed, mother and son kissed. Mikey could smell his mother's sexy scent as his tongue swirled aggressively around hers.

She slid her hand down from his chest to the hem of his pants. She fiddled with the button momentarily before finally undoing it and zipping down Mikey's pants. Still kissing, she reached into her son's underwear to grasp his penis with her smooth motherly hand. Now she used her other hand to pull his shirt over his head.

He reached to his Mom's tits and filled both his hands with her large breasts. Meanwhile his Mom began to lightly stroke his dick inside his underpants. He started to pull his Mom's shirt off, and she momentarily stopped stroking to take her shirt off. Mikey quickly unclipped his Mom's bra as she slid his underwear down and resumed stroking, a little harder now.

He started to involuntarily hump his Mom's hand as he moved his mouth to take his Mom's nipple into his mouth. He lightly bit at her nipple and she gasped in response. Mikey slid one hand down to he inner thigh and began lightly rubbing her leg while slowly getting closer to her pussy.

His Mom began breathing sharply in sync with his hand; when he finally put his hand down on her panty clad mound, he felt her wetness, and he heard her soft shriek. He began rubbing her pussy through her panties. The two both began breathing harder as they stroked each other.

Mikey soon slid his hand under his Mom's panties, then pushed them down just past her pussy. He began sliding his middle finger up and down the length of her slit and his Mom began gasping and crying out. When he finally dipped his finger inside her she cried out his name.

The moment of truth had arrived, Mikey climbed on top of his mother's sleek black body, feeling the smooth flesh of her inner thighs as his thighs came to rest between hers.

Almost without knowing how his stiff little prick found its way to his mother's slick slit and his tense body thrust and then thrust again. To the boy's amazement he felt the most glorious felling in his life as he sank to the hilt into his mother's wet, hot embrace.

Mind numb but body quivering with unimagined sensations the young black prince began to thrust eagerly in and out of his mother's willing submissive body, faster and harder the young man thrust as he did what his heritage demanded.

Mikey's mother was hugging his taught young body to her and moaning in deep pleasure as her only son thrust into with abandon, the freedom of naked sex, uninhibited thought, nothing but animal need mixed with deep abiding love, made their simultaneous climax something the would never forget. This moment would live with them forever.

Mikey's orgasm was so intense that he almost blacked out as he came deep in his mother's body, gasping for breath at the wondrous release like nothing he'd ever experienced before and afterwards all he could hear was both his and him mother's sobbing gasps of wonder and spent pleasure.

And now, they lives had truly changed, no going back....

Epilog:

A few years and one child later Mikey and his mother took in Julie Osbourne after Mikey had beaten her father senseless and had warned him that if he every even looked at his daughter again, Mikey and his mother would call the police and tell them what had been going on.

Shortly after taking Julie in, Mikiy now 17 years old, married Julie with his mother's blessing so he could legally protect her from her father and they lived a polygamous and indecently incestuous life from that time forward.

Not a bad life if you can get it. Wouldn't you agree?

END

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Jackie's Family Lessons! by Sandy Bennett

Chapter 8

Downstairs the family reunion had progressed into an orgy. My relatives

sat around stripped to the waist, shoes off, playing cards to see who

would take off what next. The air was thick with the smoke of cigars

and the growl of conversation had become a constant factor. I took the

family car keys off the dresser and slipped out into the night. I had

many changes of mind and heart on the way to Frank's place, and if it

hadn't been for the fact that the car kept getting closer to him I

might well have put this confrontation off until it was too late. As it

was I arrived at his house, parked the car, and walked up the driveway

with rubbery legs.

His father answered the doorbell. "Jackie! Don't you know the bride and

the groom aren't supposed to see each other on the day before the

ceremony?"

"Oh yes, I'd forgotten," I replied distractedly. "I have to talk with

Frank right away, though, so do you think an exception can be made?"

"I certainly wouldn't object. The only problem is that Frank is out at

a stag party. The boys at his college decided he had to leave

bachelorhood in style, you know."

"Will he be back soon?"

"I honestly don't know. But come in, my dear, you can keep me company

while you wait. My wife is visiting friends and taking care of the last

details of the wedding. Such a confounded nuisance." He let me into the

living room and offered me a drink. I asked for coffee and a cigarette.

My nerves were shot. The idea that Frank could come in at any moment

terrified me. He'd probably be tipsy and amorous, and what I had to

tell him wouldn't go down well even if he was sober and spent.

"Well, what is it you have to talk with Frank about?" asked his father.

"You look drawn and nervous. It can't be that awful, can it?"

"It's very personal, Mister Perkins."

"Call me Jack. Now relax and if you want to tell me, feel free to. If

you don't want to tell me I won't take it personally. I realize there

must be many things on your mind at a time like this, but it's odd how

often those things are less complicated once you let them out into the

open."

Through my distraction I saw him the way I'd seen him the other day,

such a strong, masculine person with his clear blue eyes and silver

hair, square jaw, and that atmosphere of cigars and bourbon. He sat in

the chair facing mine and gave me his full attention. Until that time I

had seen him just as Frank's father, a person who was often present

when I was visiting him but who kept aloof from our young world. Now

that he and I were alone I felt a strong urge to get to know him

better, and to confess all.

"When Frank proposed to me I was a virgin," I began hesitantly. "And

now I'm not. But believe me, Mr. Perkins, I mean Jack, it's not

entirely my fault. I wanted Frank to be the first but he wanted to wait

until we were married!"

He didn't say anything for a while and I felt as if I was sitting on

hot coals. Then he shook his head and said: "That boy's a fool. How

often have I told him not to be so inflexible! Principles don't mean a

thing in the world. Well, so you made love with someone, and it serves

my son right. But is that any reason to be so upset?"

"It's not just one person, Jack, It's ... oh, you're going to think I'm

awful!" I broke down crying and he hurried over to my side to take me

into his arms. It was very comforting to be enveloped in his masculine

aroma and I readily snuggled up to him as the tears rolled out of my

eyes. He caressed my hair soothingly and told me not to worry, he was a

man of the world, even if his son wasn't. "There have been a whole

bunch, men and women!" I blurted out. He stiffened momentarily and I

thought he was going to expel me.

"Ah ... yes, I see, that is something to be distressed about ... unless

you enjoyed it, of course."

I looked him in the face and found he was smiling faintly. "I did,

Jack, very much, but the worst is still to come."

"You're not pregnant are you?"

"No, my uncle is a doctor. Well, the people I went to bed with are all

family, not all, but mostly." He told me to enumerate. "My father,

several uncles, two aunts, my brother, two cousins, and then there were

two black men, one oriental, I think that's all."

He whistled through his teeth but stayed by my side. I wondered what he

was thinking. And suddenly, without him saying a word, I found out.

There was movement in his lap, a cock stirred or bobbed, and the knob

pushed at the material of his pants some eight inches from where it

began. "You know what I think?" he said, taking my hands into his. "I

think you should keep this a secret between you and me--and your

family, of course. Never tell Frank about this." Then he drew me toward

him and kissed me on the lips. "Nor about this."

"Oh Jack, no!" I cried. "I'll only be making it worse!"

"Only if you want to keep score," he said, kissing me on the cheek,

forehead, nose, and holding me closer. I couldn't struggle for long. A

real desire for him sprang up in my belly, a need that had its origins

in the past. Now I realized he had always attracted me but that I had

always thought of him as out of my reach or class. And now that he made

advances I was flattered and excited. I kissed him back, working my

lips into his and allowing him to part them so his tongue could enter

my mouth. I closed my lips around it and pretended to suck it like a

cock, a hint which didn't escape him. He took my hand and placed it on

that throbbing cock that I'd seen earlier, and having a grip on it made

it seem all the bigger.

Both my hands fumbled with his zip and extracted that big cock, but a

bolt of fear hit me before I could do it justice. "What if Frank comes

home and sees this?" I asked. "Aren't we taking an awful risk?"

"I suppose you're right. Besides that my wife might come home. Let's

drive a little way and park," he said. His cock went back into hiding

but it seemed to need more room in there. It stuck out like a concealed

weapon and Jack walked strangely toward his car. He had a big car with

a car seat large enough to party on, and he didn't drive too far before

he pulled over into the bushes and proceeded to do just that. We lay on

the back seat and started to kiss again, warming each other up where he

had grown cool in the interim. My hand found his cock again, took it

out again, and I was delighted to find it was just as big and hard as

before. Now there was nothing to stop me from finding out more about

that splendid member. I slid down along the seat and ran my tongue

along the veined skin, relishing its silky smoothness, its warm odor,

and the bushy hairs that brushed against my face. Jack managed to take

off his pants without disturbing me and he urged me to undress without

disturbing him. It wasn't easy. I wanted to suck on his cock with all

my heart but he wanted me naked. Very well. I let go of his cock and

quickly took off my clothes, waited until he'd taken off his shirt and

then, both of us as naked as the day we were born, we resumed our

original position.

Jack loved to get sucked off, I could tell that right away. He crooned

a melody of delight way in the back of his throat and his cock kept on

growing harder the more I worked it over. But he knew something about

women, too, because as soon as we had both indulged ourselves for a

while he made me sit on his face. I squirmed about until his mouth was

in the right part of my pussy and bent over to get back to his dick. We

ate and sucked to our hearts content there in the confines of the back

seat of a Cadillac, and I couldn't help but think back over that last

date I'd had with his son, both of us cramped into his car and talking

about marriage. It was fitting to have gone the full cycle.

"It's years since I've done this," he said when we had eaten enough and

were sitting upright in the back of the car. He had one arm around my

shoulders and the other hand was between my legs toying with my clit.

"My wife and I used to go to the drive-in now and then and we'd play at

being teenagers again, but we stopped that when we realized how much we

preferred a comfortable bed. With you it's very different! I can't tell

you how great this makes me feel."

"I keep trying to think about Frank," I giggled, "but it's no use, I'm

just not the guilty type."

"That's my girl." He started to finger me with his thick, long index

and I leaned against him luxuriously, my legs wide apart, my hands

roving freely over his hairy chest and belly. Jack was a robust man and

I liked nothing better than to feel how hard his stomach was, how

strong his thighs were, because the stronger he was the harder he would

fuck me. I could hardly wait for him to get started, much as I enjoyed

his relapse into teenage love. His finger moved in and out of me just

like a cock, but somehow it was never the same. I missed that bulbous

head at the top of it, the slap of balls against my asshole, and the

depth of penetration. Jack sensed that. "How would you like to sit on

my lap?"

"Oh, I'd love to!" Like a happy little girl I bounced up on his lap and

hugged him tightly about his neck as he aimed his cock at my pussy. The

remnants of the ointment helped to pave the way for his entrance, the

battering Uncle Marvin had given me had made me sensitive but loose,

and before long he was right up in me and I was bobbing about on his

lap joyously.

It occurred to me what a weakling I was. I'd gone to Frank's place to

make a full confession and to promise I would never do it again if he

would only forgive me. And now I was fucking his father! Obviously I

would never be able to tell him anything now. Our lives would begin

from tomorrow on. The past, mine and his, would just have to be kept

out of it. Somehow that cleared my conscience because from that point

on I began to fuck Jack with such verve that his cock slipped out and I

almost broke it. "Put it back in!" I panted. "Oh Jesus, it feels so

good in me. Quick, Jack, put it in! Aaaahhh, yes, that's better, now

fuck me, fuck me, I love it so much. Do you think that's wrong, Jack,

for a girl to like sex? I can't help it! Give it to me! It makes me

feel so tingly and warm all over, even my toes are curling, I love your

hairy chest and your big balls, fuck me, fuck me, tomorrow it's your

son's turn so give me something to remember!"

"I will my dear, I will," he said, and suddenly I was on my back and he

was on top of me, shoving his cock into me with power. My body was so

accustomed to orgasms by this time that it just naturally slipped into

one after the other and there was nothing I could do about it. Much as

I wanted to give Jack a hot time I could lie under him and submit. It

seemed to be enough. He fucked me good and hard and when he came it was

with a gush of hot cream that filled my cunt up and spilled more on the

seat of his car. He lay on top of me and breathed heavily.

"My son is a very lucky boy," he said, once he'd recovered himself.

"You can regard this episode as a father's blessing. That sounds moral

enough, doesn't it?"

"You're a devil, Jack," I said, "but I'm glad we got to know each other

so well." We shared a cigarette in the back seat, our arms about each

other, listening to the sounds of the night. We talked about different

things, nothing too closely related to the wedding, though, and by the

time he drove me back to my car, we really had become firm friends.

"No one's home yet," he said, checking his garage. "Now you go to bed,

Jackie, have a good sleep, and forget about everything except the

future. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed me good night and walked away

from my car. I drove back home slowly, thinking all the while, and the

conclusion of that was that I decided he was right.

Inside my house it was very quiet and very messy. The party had

apparently become rough. Empty bottles, full ashtrays, general mess,

and a couple of naked, sleeping people. I identified Dora and Eddie,

Tim, and Veronica, but they were on couches and looked more than happy.

The big surprise came when I walked into the kitchen. There was my

mother, stark naked, mumbling to herself, and draped over the kitchen

table with dried sperm stains on her inner thighs. She was very drunk.

I couldn't leave her there so I hoisted her over my back and dragged

her up the stairs, which was no mean feat. We made it to the bathroom

and I balanced her on the toilet seat to wash her down. With warm water

and soap I got rid of the sperm stains, I gave her face a going over,

and straightened and combed her hair. This was more for my sake than

hers. I just couldn't stand to see my mother look like that. As a final

gesture I gave her a douche.

There was no reason to do this. I think I got carried away with the

whole situation. There was my mother, sitting on the toilet seat like a

Raggedy Anne doll, her eyes blank and half closed, mumbling

incoherently, oblivious to everything. Her body was mine to do with as

I pleased, my life-size doll, and it excited me strangely and very deep

down. She was a sexy woman even in that condition. Those full, heavy

breasts, the ample thighs, the dense bush of pubic hair, the generously

proportioned cunt all titillated me, and my decision to give her a

douche was probably more sexual than considerate. At the time there was

no way of knowing why I was doing it because I'd decided to turn over a

new leaf, and so I wouldn't face myself. My mother sat with her legs

wide apart and her ass far enough forward to give me access to her cunt

hole, and after I'd filled the douche bag and screwed on the nozzle, I

slipped it into her and squeezed the bag hard. She didn't react at all

to the internal shower. Water dripped out of her cunt, mixed with sperm

and juices, pouring down onto the floor to form big puddles. I didn't

care.

"Sit up now, Mummy," I said, rearranging her. "That's a good girl. Now

keep your legs open so Jackie can clean you all up. There, isn't that

nice? Don't you feel better now?" Something like a climax shivered

through my body when I withdrew the nozzle. Her cunt was still dripping

water from its pink, enlarged hole. Rosy cunt lips were far apart and I

found myself gazing at her inner labia, full petals that were swollen

through use and abuse. For the moment her cunt represented all of sex

to me. Just looking at it set my belly upside down, churning with

passion, and my cunt quailed in sympathy. I got a grip on myself and

put away the douche, dried my mother off, and lifted her off the seat.

She was able to walk a little now, which made it easier to get her on

my bed. The master bedroom was closed and several people were snoring

loudly behind the door.

I crawled into bed beside her, naked now, and very tired. Sex had to

wind down sooner or later, I told myself. Besides, what could happen

between a mother and her daughter? I found out as soon as I snuggled up

to her naked back. Her big ass pushed against my belly like an

invitation and when I rested one arm over her side and touched her big,

yielding tits, I couldn't hold back any longer. I moved away so that

she rolled over on her back and then I lay on top of her with my face

between her tits. For a long time I did nothing more. Just to be

between those soft orbs was enough, it calmed me and yet it made me

yearn for the rest of her. My lust turned into pure sensuality, an

appreciation of her womanly body and her proximity. I wasn't sure if

she was asleep or awake and it really didn't matter. Her warm flesh

against mine, the feeling of her silky inner lips, her hard nipples,

the largesse of her thighs, kept me entirely occupied.

"Jackie? Is that you?"

"Yes Mum, it's me."

"What am I doing here? Oh dear, I must have drunk too much. Your father

said I would. Well, screw him. Why do I feel so sexy? Go to sleep,

honey, it must be very late." She spoke without opening or closing her

mouth, I guessed, because it all came out rather limply. I felt as

though I was taking unfair advantage of her but then why should she

object? She liked women, and I was a woman. I slipped down between her

legs and rested my face on her cunt. It seemed so big to me, so fulsome

and cozy, that I wondered why my father should bother with others. My

mother shifted a little to open up further for me but that was probably

an automatic reaction. She tasted like douche mixture at first but

pretty soon the real her came through, tasty, spicy, tart, rich juices

that formed a film over my face and trickled down over my tongue, and

gave me an insatiable longing for more.

"What are you doing?" she asked, crooning her words. "My goodness, what

is happening in this house. Mmmmmmm, it's awfully nice, here comes the

bride, big fat and wide, is that you Jackie?" I didn't answer. My mouth

was full of cunt, succulent, fleshy, fragrant cunt. It was suffocating

and enveloping me, I didn't care what else happened as long as I could

keep on eating her out. Her passiveness made it all the nicer because I

didn't have to concern myself with her well-being, only my own. As I

ate her my hands found her big tits and massaged them vigorously. Her

flesh was so soft that it seemed to squelch between my fingers, but I

found it could only be squeezed so far before it resisted. Then it was

like smooth, firm rubber, possessed of a squeezability that set my

teeth on edge and made me want to squeeze so hard that her tits would

drop off. I parked my pussy over her shin bone and rode along that

slowly as if to keep it on the back burner. The sensations her body

provided me with were more than enough to keep the rest of me burning

brightly.

Time passed on fleet feet. I lost all awareness of where I was, what I

was doing, and what lay in the future. In a way it was like being back

in the womb, lost in fluid, surrounded by flesh. My mother snored

softly. Not even sex could pull her out of her drunken stupor. All the

more for me. I made love to her beautifully and at length, had orgasms

by the bunch, and experienced something very few girls ever get to

know: true intimacy with one's mother.

I fell asleep huddled up beside her, the taste of her cunt in my mouth,

the resilience of her flesh echoing in the palms of my hands. The

curtain went down on the beautiful experiment initiated by my cousin

Veronica. Tomorrow was the wedding day, Frank would be mine, I would be

his, etc.. I snuggled up closer to my mother at the thought of that

drastic separation. How could Frank replace all these people? What if

he couldn't make love at all? Or what if I was really a dyke. Many such

fatuous questions haunted my mind even after I'd fallen asleep to cause

bad dreams and a nervous night.

* * *

In the morning I felt fresh and clean. My mother woke up soon after me

and she informed me that she felt old and ragged. Her hangover had her

crawling out of bed to go into the bathroom and run the tap over her

head. Other relatives were sitting in the kitchen, hunched over cups of

black coffee and eating aspirins. They told me I had missed a great

party and I said I'd take their word for that. Somehow this motley,

seedy bunch managed to transform itself into smartly dressed men and

women before it was time to go to the church. The caterers were setting

up shop on the lawn, the limousine was waiting, I was in my special

dress, Veronica in hers as befitted the bridesmaid, and the party left

the house in a stately manner. At the church it got a little sticky

when I had to walk along the aisle toward Frank, seeing on either side

of me the people whom I'd fucked so recently, but I managed to keep a

straight face. My father gave me away a little reluctantly, I thought,

and Tim was cool toward Frank, but my husband didn't notice a thing. He

kept looking at me with shining eyes. Was he happy that we were man and

wife or did he just want to get into my pants?

The reception went smoothly enough, but far too quickly. I wasn't sure

if I could face Frank alone in the wedding suite that had been booked

for us. I was afraid I'd break down and tell him everything. No

marriage should start on that foot. During the reception I looked at

all my former lovers wistfully, yet already there seemed to be some

distance between us. I noticed a tendency in myself to stick closer to

Frank, to prefer his company to Veronica's or my father's. A gold band

on my finger served as a constant reminder of my commitment but that

wasn't the reason I stuck with him. It was more psychological.

He looked very handsome in his new suit, self-assured and strong,

looking much more like his father than the boy who came begging at my

door a few days ago. He showed no signs of eagerness or anxiety, he was

charming with my relatives, witty with his friends, and considerate

toward me. I didn't know what to make of this but I was glad of it. The

reception drew to a close, people gathered at the end of the driveway

to wave us goodbye as the limousine took us to the hotel. One night

there and in the morning we would leave for Europe. I felt like crying

when I looked at all those familiar faces. Why had I given them up for

Frank? They could give me everything he could give, and more! Too late.

We waved at the receding cluster of people, the limousine turned a

corner, and we were alone.

"Well, that wasn't so bad," he breathed, undoing his tie a little and

lighting cigarettes for the both of us. "How do you feel, honey?"

"Okay, I guess." I couldn't look him in the eye. What if he turned back

into that whimpering boy once we were in the hotel suite? I couldn't

live with that. Either he demanded or he didn't ask. We made some small

talk about the wedding and the guests but I had to force the words out.

I was so nervous that I could hardly breathe! He remarked how pale I

was and tried to set me at ease by holding my hand. His hand was big,

strong, and dry, not a sign of nervousness. We were ushered through the

hotel, into the elevator, and from there into the bridal suite. The

door closed behind us and the dreaded moment had arrived.

"Champagne?" he said. A trolley stood near the bed, laden with snacks

centered about an ice bucket holding a large bottle of champagne. I

accepted gratefully, thinking that this would make me worry less. I

couldn't believe Frank's poise. He had taken off his tie and shoes and

sat on the edge of the bed wiggling his toes and sipping at his glass.

"Ah, lovely. Do you want to eat something? They laid this on so we

could stay in bed as long as we felt like it, I think," he grinned.

"No thank you." I took in the decor and wondered what to do with

myself. In the end I went over to the bed and sat beside him but there

was enough space between us to drive a bus through. "Could I have

another champagne, please?"

"Sure. But first you have to take off all your clothes."

"What? Why should I do that?"

"Because I said so." There was an edge to his voice that told me I had

better not try to be cute with him. I got up and waited until he'd

undone the buttons at the back, then stepped out of the dress and took

off the slip, the bra, panties, hose, and whatever else was on my body.

Frank nodded approvingly and handed me a refill. I sat down again, so

tense now that I spilled half of it right away. If he noticed he gave

no sign of it. He downed his glass, set it down, and took off his

clothes. But he didn't attack me. He just sat down, poured himself

another, and said how lucky it was that the sun had shone on our

wedding. I agreed.

"Boy, it makes you tired, though," he said, lying back on the bed and

resting his head on the pillows. "I know you expect the honeymoon to

begin right away but I'm not sure I'm up to it. Still, we have all the

time in the world now, don't we?"

"Er ... yes, I guess so," I said lamely. I just couldn't work it out.

Was this Frank or an identical twin he'd had hidden away for years? His

cock was limp, he looked totally relaxed, so much so that I was afraid

he'd fall asleep! I lay down beside him, a bit closer now, and tried to

figure it out. He was no help.

Minutes ticked by. He might be dozing, I thought as I surveyed his

face. That should have made me feel more at ease but somehow it was

much worse this way. He ignored me! He took me for granted on the first

night! I would never live this down. Still, if he thought I would try

to change his mind he was crazy. I could hold out as well as he could,

I would show him. But how did he get to be so calm? What had happened

to his hornyness?

"Frank! What happened at that stag party last night!" I said suddenly.

I blurted the words out before thinking about it, and I blushed

furiously when he just grinned and said nothing. The bastard! Now he

was in real trouble with me. My pussy was closed for business, for good

if necessary. We lay there like two people from a Feiffer cartoon, not

saying a word, not touching, just mulling. My eyes kept wandering over

his nakedness, and in spite of my anger I had to acknowledge his

beauty. After all those older men it was a treat to be with such a

perfect body. The ridges of abdominal muscle, the full chest, smooth

skin, bulging muscles in his upper arms, all of it brought out a

yearning to touch, taste, and love him. But I wouldn't give him that

satisfaction. Let him come to me!

Was he asleep? How he irritated me! His cock lay there like a sleeping

prince waiting to be kissed into awakening. It was so thick and long,

so tasty to look at that my mouth began to water. Not only that, but my

pussy did the same. Even though he was unaware of me, I began to lust

after him actively. I imagined how it would be to touch his fine body,

to take that long dick into my mouth and to feel it harden and swell,

and to have him touch me. At the same time I tried to hold back

emotions, but it was no use. My pussy was dripping wet, my nipples were

hard and ached for his touch, and it was all I could do just to lie

still.

"Honey?" I spoke softly, almost in a whisper, so as not to wake him if

he was asleep. No response. "Frank darling? Are you asleep?" Still no

answer. I raised my voice and tried again but he just wouldn't come to.

Once again I tried to subdue my rising passion by lying back and taking

no notice of his presence. But even when I closed my eyes I could feel

his body so near me, sense its masculine power, and my imagination

filled in the missing details, such as that magnificent cock. "Frank,

please, wake up!" I cried, grabbing hold of him and shaking him. "I

must have you, you're driving me crazy!"

He mumbled something and tried to turn over on his side but I wouldn't

have it. "No you don't! Wake up, Frank, and be like a husband to me. I

can't take it any longer." Perhaps he was secretly drunk. That would

explain his new-found cool. With a snort of disgust I let him drop and

tried to sort out my thoughts. What the hell, if he wanted to sleep let

him. By the same token, if I wanted to make love I would. I took hold

of his cock with one hand and rubbed it as though it was a magic lamp,

to find it much more responsive than the rest of my husband. A few

caresses and it began to swell quickly. But I wanted to feel it expand

inside my mouth so I hurried down and took it all inside. It throbbed

and grew rapidly, filling my mouth, pushing its way down my throat. Now

I could blow him in style. I knew how to relax my throat muscles, how

to use my tongue and teeth, and Frank would find out in the course of

this blow job that he had married a real woman, one with real needs.

Even though Frank still wouldn't move, the fact that his cock was as

hard as rock was enough to spur me on. I gave it my best, closing my

lips hard just below his knob and tugging at it, blowing on it, running

my tongue in spiral from the tip right down the thick stalk to the

hairy base and back, I used my fingers, my cheeks, everything to make

his cock feel nice. I felt very happy in my work. My body throbbed in

time with his cock, I was as taut and hot as it was, and making love to

my own husband thrilled me deep down.

"Hey, didn't I tell you the honeymoon would start later!" Frank sat up

and pushed my head away from his stiff cock. "You better learn to do as

I say, girl, or there's going to be a lot of friction!"

"Frank, no, how could you!" Now I was really hurt. I reeled back and

lay along the foot of the bed in a state of shock. "That's cruel as

hell!"

"Is it really? Good, because I want to make my point very clear. I say

when we make love and I say when we don't! Now come up here, lie down,

and wait. I may change my mind and I may not. It all depends on how I

feel." I obeyed meekly but inside I was in a rage. I almost wanted him

to turn back into the groveling boy. My body was in a raging turmoil,

I'd had a taste of him and I wanted more, more, more! His cock declined

slowly, jerkily, and it was like watching a stately vessel sink. I

wanted to cry. This was turning into the most miserable night of my

life. If only he would change his mind! I was powerless to influence

him, however, because I was already naked and I'd already played my

trump card by trying to blow him. What a fool I'd been.

"Okay, go back down on me," said Frank out of the blue. "Get me hard

and I'll think about it some more."

"Do you mean it, Frank?" I was so relieved and delighted that I

actually felt he was doing me a great favor. I went down on him at once

and now I treated his cock like royalty! I washed it with my tongue,

dried it with my breath, fondled it with all ten fingers, loved it and

lavished it with tender care. I kissed his balls, his asshole, his

thighs, I rubbed my face against his belly and took his entire cock

down my throat to make my muscles pullulate about his sensitive knob,

and my enthusiasm was so great that I actually came in the process!

"That's very good," he said, and I noticed that some of the ice had

gone from his voice, that it quavered just a little. "But I think my

ass needs a bit more work."

"Right away, darling!" With the same zeal I descended to his asshole

and poked my tongue deep into the already wet sphincters. I loved his

musky, stuffy odor, the hairiness of his cheeks and the surprising

softness of his anus. His cock towered high above my face and his balls

dangled down, enticing me to lick them at intervals. But I really gave

it to his asshole, working my tongue around and inside it until he was

squirming with pleasure. He couldn't maintain his front now, he was too

far gone. But so was I. In the back of my mind I realized he'd done a

number on me but that didn't matter; or rather, it made me all the

happier.

When he finally consented to fuck me I was so hot that it only took one

good stroke to set me off. I'd had some good lovers in my hectic week,

perhaps some great ones, but Frank blew them all away with that first

deep thrust. It was as though he'd opened the door leading to a burning

room, letting in a burst of oxygen that turned the fires into a roaring

conflagration, and once he'd done that nothing could fight my fire but

his mighty cock. It entered me deeper and deeper with every stroke,

always promising a heavy load of soothing sperm, always withholding it.

But I could wait a little longer. All that mattered to me was that he

was on top of me, that his cock was inside me, and that he was in my

arms. "Frank!" I moaned, only half aware of what I was saying. "You're

the one, there'll never be anyone else!"

"There had better not be!" he panted, driving his cock relentlessly

into my cunt, fondling my tits with both hands and occasionally bending

down to suck at my hard nipples. "From here on in it's you and me,

Jackie, nobody else."

"Oh Frank, that's wonderful! I love you, Frank, do you know that? I

love you! Oh, Frank, Frank, it feels so great, you're such a good

lover!" Every word came from the heart. In between mountainous waves of

passion I thought back over past affairs and they seemed very petty

suddenly, just practice sessions for this event. When he came I was

completely done, there was nothing left to be satisfied or loved, and

the only surviving urge was to be close to the man who had made me feel

so great.

We made love often that night. The snacks, as it turned out, came in as

handy as K-rations on a forced march. Without them we might not have

survived. But before we finally fell asleep I couldn't help but wonder

what had caused such a change in my husband's behavior. Was that a

natural part of getting married? Surely not.

Late the next morning I heard the bedside phone ring. Frank picked it

up and I heard him say hello to his father. The conversation that

followed provided me with the answer to my question. "Yes Dad, yes it

worked fine ... yeah, yes, that's right ... she loved it ... okay, and

thanks again for the advice, Dad." I made sure he wouldn't know that I

was awake by turning over and smacking my lips sleepily and snoring a

bit. But inside I was smiling. With a father-in-law like that, how

could our marriage fail?

The End

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Jackie's Family Lessons! by Sandy Bennett

Chapter 7

I soaked in the tub for a long time early next morning as if that would

shrink my orifices back to their virginal condition. Actually there

wasn't all that much of a difference when I inspected myself later. The

body, obviously, was made to be fucked. Everybody's was, even my

mother's. In the clear light of morning that thought struck me with

redoubled force. I couldn't imagine her doing the things I'd been doing

so much of this past week. My mother was quiet, reserved, beyond all

that. At breakfast I looked her over with new eyes, and still she

seemed beyond the reach of bodily enticements.

The family gathering was subdued that morning. Headaches, bloodshot

eyes, and queasy stomachs were the chief complaints. Only me, Al, and

Dora were in the pink. Marvin and Rona came in later and looked just as

poorly. Yet by afternoon they were all drinking again, albeit more

slowly. Everything had been arranged. Caterers would come in the

morning to set up tables and load them down with food and drinks. The

wedding dress had been fitted, tried on, altered, and declared perfect.

And all the other old stuff was done, too, so that the family had

nothing better to do than sit around and drink.

I kept watching my mother and I noticed how, after a couple of drinks,

the real woman in her emerged. Yes, she was sexy! The way she crossed

her legs, the looks she gave men, the way her voice changed, all told

me that she was on the make! I couldn't get over it. What's more, she

was working on her own brother, and he was responding. What did Dad

think of that? Dora, like a good wife, was distracting him from that

incipient affair.

Everything became a bit unreal at this point. It was the middle of the

afternoon when my mother excused herself. It was a minute later when Al

got up and went into the house, leaving the rest of us to sit in the

garden and watch Dora and Dad make friends. I couldn't contain my

curiosity. While they were busy I snuck away and up the stairs to see

what was going on.

There were voices in the master bedroom, and when I leaned against the

door and pressed my ear to it I could make out what they were saying.

Al was telling my mother how exciting she was and how he had missed her

and did she remember all the good times they'd had as kids? And my

mother replied: "Yes I do, especially when we used to go to the lake

and masturbate to see who could come first. Do you recall that? Al?

Wasn't that fun?"

"You always won, too," he said, "but I'll bet I'd win if we had a

contest today."

"You're joking," said my mother. "You do a lot more fucking than I do

so I'm always on edge and you're always spent. That's no contest at

all."

"How would you like to put money on that?" They decided on five dollars

and I heard the sound of clothes coming off and a lot of giggling and

laughter. I had to see this! There was a wide crack under the door but

that only showed me two sets of bare feet heading for the bed. It was

risky but I eased the door open a crack and peered through. Now I had a

grandstand view. They got down on opposite sides of the bed, facing

each other, and while Al took his half-hard cock in hand my mother

started to caress her tits with one hand and play with her pussy using

the other. She was in great shape, her tits were still firm and full,

her belly had only a few small rolls in it, and she certainly was young

at heart to judge by her masturbation! It turned me on mightily to see

her playing with herself and I wished I could join in, but this was a

brother and sister reunion. They smiled at each other and worked hard

to beat each other.

Al was good and hard now and my mother was laying back, driving a long

finger into her cunt, bringing one tit up to her mouth to suck and chew

at the nipple. "I'm going to win this easily," said Al, jerking off to

beat the band.

"You'll have to be quick!" panted my mother.

"No faking it, now," he warned her. "I'm going to test you for wetness

afterward."

"You never did have any morals," she said, and then they both fell

quiet to concentrate on their double solo. Al was staring at her cunt,

and she was watching him beat off just as avidly. I rooted for my

mother silently and that must have made the difference because she

stiffened suddenly and then became very, very relaxed. "Aaaahh, that's

nice," she said softly. "I told you I'd win."

"Let me make sure you didn't cheat." Her brother bent over her pussy

and ran a finger along the slit, then tasted her juices appreciatively.

"Mmmm, delicious! But I'm not sure you're wet enough. I'll run another

check." My mother smiled broadly as he settled down with his face

pressed into her pussy and his body between her legs. She ran her hands

through his hair and looked down on him with a tranquility that made me

envious. She let him eat and drink his fill before gently pushing him

over on his back and sitting on his cock. They were very practiced in

everything they did, more so than passionate, like two partners of long

standing doing what they were best at. She fucked him with short,

bobbing strokes, working his cock into her cunt from all angles and to

all depths, with her big cheeks quivering and shaking and her tits

dangling in his face. I closed the door carefully and tiptoed down the

stairs, still in a state of shock.

"Here she is!" said my father when I rejoined them. He sounded a bit

tipsy and certainly acted it. He put his arm about me and hugged me

tightly before he went on. "My little girl who's getting married

tomorrow. It's hard to believe--" And he went into the standard rave

about how only yesterday I peed on his lap. I bore with it as best I

could, as did the other relatives, but luckily Dad had more than

memories on his mind. "And now it's time for the father-and-daughter

heart-to-heart talk," he announced. "Come on, my girl, let's find some

place that's private and discuss matters."

He wanted to take me to the master bedroom and I hastily steered him

away from there. "Let's go sit in the den," I said, pulling at his

hand. "I like being there, it's so comfortable."

"Alright, baby, anything you want." We went into his den and sat in

easy chairs smoking cigarettes and enjoying the silence. At last he

started to talk. I wasn't listening too closely. Being alone with him

set my nerves on edge. I thought of Mum and her brother playing doctors

upstairs, of the other brush Dad and I had had, of tomorrow's wedding,

and how badly I wanted to fuck my father. If I could have him I would

be satisfied! But he was in one chair and I was in the other. What was

worse, he was babbling on about the birds and the bees while I was

thinking about the blow job I'd given him!

"Daddy, please!" I burst out. "You know that that's all old stuff! I

want you, I don't care what you think about that, I just want to make

love with you once more before I settle down. Please, let's do it now

or we never will!" The words rang through the study over and over as if

to haunt me. My father was in the process of lighting another cigarette

and I wondered if he had heard me. "Daddy?"

"No! It's wrong!" He slammed down his fist and refused to look at me.

"Oh yeah? That's wrong, right? But it's not wrong for you to sleep with

Rona and there's nothing wrong with Mum going to bed with Al or

Marvin." Silence. "Daddy, don't you want me?" He was lost in indecision

and to help make up his mind I took off my clothes and walked over to

stand in front of him. "Please, make love to me."

"You really want me to? Okay." He took off his clothes without further

hesitation. He'd only been waiting for me to persuade him. Now we faced

each other like a man and a woman, horny, alone, and ready! His cock

throbbed hard and upright, my nipples were just as hard and throbbed as

much. His hands took me by the arms and drew my body against his, and

our mouths met in a passionate kiss. His cock pressed into my belly. I

felt faint with passion, there was no need for foreplay, I was ready to

go! But I kissed him back and wrapped my arms about him so my hands

rested on his ass to caress his hairy, hard buns and work one hand

around under them to get at his balls.

He could hardly wait! As we kissed and caressed he moved me back onto

the couch and lay on top of me, his body already in motion, his cock

chafing against my inner thighs. "I knew this would happen," he said as

he pinched my breasts and sucked at the nipples. "Ever since that

Sunday morning I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I dreamed

about you, it's shameful but it's true, and now that I have you here I

just want to make love to you for the rest of the day. You've grown up

into such a beautiful woman, Jackie, just like ..." He didn't finish

the sentence but I knew he was thinking of Mum when she was my age. I

would have objected had he not had his hand on my cunt and had his

fingers not been fiddling with my clit and my hairs nimbly enough to

make me think of more pleasant matters. My mother might have been good-

looking in her day and she still wasn't bad, but now it was my turn. He

was mine, his cock was hard for me!

His mouth roved over my body, sampling nipples, flesh, my armpits, my

fingers, pussy, thighs, the backs of my knees, loving me with his

taste, touch, and eyes. I could feel his gaze burning into my every

part and it aroused me intensely to have his admiration. His mouth

pressed into my cunt to bring to bear twenty years of married life on

it, and within a minute I was writhing and twisting like a puppet under

his manipulations. He had a way of pushing his lower lip into my pussy

and pressing it up toward the pubic bone, that opened me right up and

admitted his lip and tongue deep into the cunt cavity. I reached down

and began to tug at his arms. "Come on Daddy, let's do it!" I whispered

urgently. "Let's make love before we're interrupted. We may never have

this chance again!"

"Yes, yes, in a minute." He took a few last bites of my cunt and then

got up to walk over to the den door and check to see that it was

locked. When he turned to come back to me I saw his cock fully erect,

just the way it had been under the shower that fateful day, only this

time it was standing up for me and was about to penetrate me! It stood

tall and thick like a stripped tree, glowing in the afternoon light, a

rosy tip that throbbed with virility, balls that swung slowly to and

fro as he walked. All I could do was submit. I rested one leg on the

back of the couch, the other was on the floor, and with both hands I

held my cunt open to him. He lay on top of me and pushed his cock into

my wet hole, grunting with the effort of penetrating me the whole way

in the first stroke. And then he was inside me, I had him where I

wanted him!

"Lie perfectly still," he said. "I don't want to blow in the first

second. Don't move a muscle!"

"Do I excite you that much, Daddy?"

"I'm afraid so." We hardly dared to breathe during that moment's

crisis. His cock lay embedded in my cunt flesh, pulsing with life and

sending the echoes of its vigor throughout my body. Even that got me

worked up. The constraints let me do nothing to relive the mounting

passion, and since it had to stay in me it multiplied all the more

rapidly. I was unable to hold my breath any longer. I started to pant,

to moan, to clutch at the upholstery of the couch in frustration. My

father lay on top of me, his cock buried in my cunt, and he held me by

the hips in case I should make an unexpected movement down there.

"Oh Daddy! I'm going to come! I can't stop it, it's so beautiful to

have you inside me. Please hold me, don't come, oh Daddy, DADDY, HOLD

ME, HOLD ME, I'M COMING! OOOHHH GOD! AAAAAAHHHHH!!" He kept me pinned

down the whole time even though I struggled with all my strength. The

orgasm forced its way out through my pores, it seemed, because when it

had passed I felt absolutely spent!

Now my father swung into action. The first strokes were tentative and

slow but he soon built up confidence. His cock was so thick, so long,

that it stretched my cunt each time it dove down into my depths, and

without much of a transition I found myself moaning and happy again. He

knew just how to give it to me. When the left side of my pussy demanded

action, it got plenty. And when it went momentarily numb he switched to

a high entry so his knob bumped into the floor of my cunt and set off

all kinds of delicious storms of tingling sensations that bubbled up to

my mind and exploded there. I still couldn't believe it was he. My eyes

remained wide open to scan his face all the time he fucked me. And when

he lifted high enough I looked down along our separated torsos to see

his thick brown cock suspended over my cunt hole, about to plunge in.

His stomach muscles were knotted tight, laboring to give each stroke

plenty of power, his strong arms were wrapped around me low down so his

hands could support my buttocks and squeeze them at the same time. It

was a total fuck, as thorough as the one Al and his wife had given me.

"Yes, Daddy, that's good, that's good," I huffed. My body was burning

again, ready to give birth to another bundle of passion. My hands were

on his back and my nails dug into his flesh. I wanted to give him pain

for the same reason a jockey gives his mount the whip. "More, harder,

more! Oh yes, that's it, that is it! Daddy! Yes! DADDY, DADDY, DADDY,

OH MY GOD, YES! IN, IN, IN, HARDER NOW, FUCK ME, OOOHHHH THAT'S

BEAUTIFUL, HARDER DADDY, HARDER, MORE, MORE, MOOOOOOOORE!!" Still

yelling I went under again, fighting for breath as my passion exploded

and tore through my body. Daddy kept on fucking like a man possessed.

His cock slithered in and out of my cunt at a fantastic speed, a

machine gun of cock it seemed, and I had no sooner crawled out of one

emotional melee than the next was upon me.

"Here it comes," he whispered suddenly. His face was very red, his

teeth were clenched, and his back buckled tautly. Now his cock moved so

quickly that I only felt the heat of its friction. "Watch out, baby,

I'm going to blow the lot--AAAARRGH, UNH-UNH-AAAAAAHHHH!!" He subsided,

but his cock maintained its pace for a while until even that slowed

down. His hot douche of sperm had brought the loose ends of my emotions

together and dissipated them utterly. I felt that I didn't need fucking

again.

Now came the awkward part. He would regret it, I was sure of that. And

he would probably shun me again to give his guilty conscience the

chance to forget his part in the proceedings. I clung to him and buried

my face in his neck. If that was what he was going to do I didn't want

to know about it until the very last moment.

"That was wonderful," he said as he freed himself from my grasp. "I

don't feel too good about giving in but we did it and I can't tell you

how glad I am that I didn't have the guts to refuse you."

I kissed him gratefully and sat still while he cleaned my pussy with a

hand towel. He did it slowly, carefully, as if he was afraid a drop of

his sperm would drop to the carpet. When it was gone he lay the towel

aside and caressed my pussy with his bare hands. He looked as though he

couldn't quite tear himself away from it. I was in no hurry. I loved

the sensation of having a man, especially my own father, at the shrine

of all passion. My pussy twitched and tickled at such times, I got warm

and restless all over, but that might have been because those

inspections were usually followed by the admirer making a meal of my

cunt. Daddy just kissed it and stood up.

"Let's make sure our guests aren't being neglected," he said dryly.

"What was that you were saying about your mother and her brother? You

saw them together, did you?"

"Yes, up in the bedroom. Did you know about them ... their past, I

mean?"

"Of course. I'm only sorry you had to find out."

"You're taking it all very calmly, Dad," I said. "Doesn't it bother you

that Mum cheats on you?"

"My dear girl, we've been married a long time, and your mother has had

affairs with relatives, strangers, men and women. And I love it. She

lets me watch her and I let her watch me, and if that's not possible we

tell each other all about it, every detail. The only thing I've never

told her about was that Sunday morning. I didn't know how to tell her

about that."

"Good," I said from the bottom of my heart. "I'm surprised to hear

about your open marriage, though. How have you concealed it from me all

these years?"

"That was easy. Kids are always too preoccupied with themselves to

worry about the oldies," he said with a self-deprecating smile.

"Wow! Fancy that!" I got dressed and we walked out of the den after

quickly checking to see if anyone was watching. When we got to the

garden party everyone was drinking and carrying on at full blast, Mum

and Al included. They hardly noticed our arrival. Dad got us both a

drink and then he resumed his seat beside his wife. Al and Dora were

sitting together, so were Marvin and Rona. Uncle Eddie had brought a

blond woman with him, but he evidently hadn't bedded her yet because he

was devoting all of his energies and charm to her.

I looked around the circle complacently, taking in Tim, Ned, and

Veronica who were in the living room watching TV with the French

windows open. Except for my mother, Rona, Marvin and ... well, Frank's

parents, I had fucked all of them. I thought about that fact for quite

a while, several drinks' worth in fact, and suddenly I felt that I

needed the whole set. It was as if I regarded them as baseball cards!

Frank's parents didn't count, they weren't family yet. And my mother

and Rona were women, so they didn't fit in. But Marvin had to be laid.

I didn't care if he wanted me or not, I wanted him right there with all

the other cards.

The drink gave me the courage to start the ball rolling. Marvin was

talking with all the others but when I sat down beside him he looked at

me pleasantly and asked how I felt to be on the threshold of marriage.

"I feel fine," I said in a voice that was huskier than usual, "but I

can hardly wait to see what you'll give me as a wedding present." To

make sure he got my point I fluttered my eyelashes at him. He nearly

fell off his chair.

"A present? Well now, what would you like?"

"Whatever you want to give me," I purred, "just as long as it didn't

cost much money ... no money, in fact. That's reasonable isn't it,

Marvin?"

"Not only reasonable but downright generous," he said. The others were

still talking but he had forgotten them. His eyes bored into mine and

his body inclined toward me. "Perhaps you would like a sneak preview of

what I've got for you."

"It's ready, then?" I asked, fluttering my eyes some more.

"It's even gift-wrapped, baby," he said and put his glass down on the

table. "Come with me. I'll be back in a minute, Rona, I just have to

show the bride a few pictures of our wedding. She's interested now that

her own is so near."

"Alright, dear," said his wife, barely looking up from her talking.

What a glib liar he was! I followed him out of the yard and into his.

His house was strangely quiet after all the partying that had taken

place in my home for the past day or so. And since his whole family was

on the other side of the fence, I knew we were alone in this peaceful

retreat. He closed the front door and swiveled around to me to unzip

his fly and dangle his cock right before my eyes.

"All nicely wrapped up in a foreskin," he said, "and if you want it

you're going to have to unwrap it!"

"Oh, uncle!" I cried, sinking to my knees. He had caught me off-guard

and the excitement of seeing his long, limp cock produced a spontaneous

response in me. If I'd been prepared for him I might have played coy

for a minute or so, but as it was my mouth was over that tufted

foreskin before my knees hit the ground. He leaned back against the

door and undid his pants to let them slide to the floor. Big balls hung

low in a red, hairy sac. His cock rose rapidly, filling out enormously

until my mouth was stretched as wide as it would go and there was still

more to come! I couldn't believe my eyes or my mouth. His cock was the

biggest I had ever seen. To satisfy my curiosity I drew back and looked

on as it inflated, eight inches, nine inches, ten inches, eleven! "Oh

no!" I whimpered. "That's far too big!"

"That's what they all say," he grinned, "but keep sucking it Jackie,

you'll soon be wanting more than I've got."

I doubted that but I took his advice and fitted my lips around his fat

glans. Better to suck it than to take it in my pussy ... or my ass! My

sphincters twitched hysterically at the very idea! No, I'd give him a

blow job and leave it at that. I couldn't get more than half his length

into my mouth and so I made do with much tonguing and licking the sides

of his giant phallus. No wonder Aunt Rona was such a contented cow, I

thought wryly. She never complained, always did what he wanted from

her, and now I knew why. Once you were used to such a salami I guessed

that nothing else would be quite as much fun.

His cock was wet from top to bottom, the foreskin had been folded back,

and his deep sighs told me that my sucking was more effective than it

seemed to me. Suckling his balls was one of his favorite treats. I let

them dangle into my mouth, closed my lips over the skin further up, and

washed the spit around his pendulous eggs until his hips began to

quake. Not long before he'd blow. I grabbed hold of his cock with both

fists and jerked the skin up and down to aid the process. But Marvin

was too smart to let me pull his plug.

"Let's take this one step further," he said, pushing me away from his

giant member and leading me into the living room. "Take off your

clothes, Jackie, and bend over the side of this chair. I'm going to

take you dog fashion so I can watch your pretty little ass quiver!"

"Er ... look, let me blow you," I said desperately. "I don't mind, I

love to blow men, it's much better than fucking."

"Quickly now," he said as though he hadn't heard me. Of course he knew

I was scared of his monster. In spite of that I took off my clothes and

presented my naked self to another man, the second within an hour or

two. "Turn around, that's a good girl, now lie over the armrest and

spread your legs. Mmmmmm, delicious! What a beautiful little snatch.

And what nice cheeks you've got. Jesus, I could squeeze them all day

long, so supple, so tender, so young!" He was almost drooling on me! I

shivered with fear at the thought of his fifth limb entering me. It was

obviously too big, and thinking back over how Dora's pussy had taken in

my whole fist couldn't console me. Marvin tickled my pussy so that my

lips parted and he had direct access to my clitoris. It was hard as

usual. Nothing could daunt it. I was wet, too, sopping wet! He stuck a

finger up me and my cunt grabbed hold of it with a wet squelch. "And

horny, too." he remarked. I blushed.

He toyed with my cunt until he was satisfied that I was ready. I was

scared and nervous but my pussy could hardly contain itself. The juices

dripped down my inner thighs, my clitoris ached with its own stiffness,

and when I felt that great glans move into place my cunt opened wide!

My face rested on the cushions of the chair and I had my arms wrapped

around my head to block out the light, so that my concentration was

completely focussed on what was happening inside my body. The first

thrust produced a shattering bolt of pain that made me shriek into the

chair. Uncle Marvin didn't take any notice. His big cock pushed in and

pulled back with a quick, rutting motion to get in deeper, and with

every inch he widened the channel. The pain was immense. I cried out,

tried to get away, did everything to discourage him, but his cock was

unrelentingly hard and eager to go. It banged into my agonized flesh

until half of it was lodged in me.

"So tight!" I heard him say. "It's years since any woman had that much

trouble taking me inside. This is the life!" And with that he started

to fuck even harder. His cock barged into me ruthlessly, elbowing its

way up my vaginal canal until it had reached its objective. And that

was only the start. He fucked with long strokes, eleven inches long to

be exact, and just before the glans knocked at the door to my womb he

gave his hips a double hitch so that his cock would enter even more

deeply. In that position I couldn't stop him from doing anything. I

kept expecting the pain to turn into pleasure the way it had done when

I had been fucked up the ass, but it wasn't showing any signs of doing

that. It occurred to me that I shouldn't be putting out just to

complete the set. When you start off with no passion, how can any be

produced?

Marvin was having enough fun for the two of us. He fucked me with gusto

and told me how nicely my buns were waggling, how great my ass was, how

pink my pussy, and in between his comments he grunted and sweated and

drove his cock in to reach new depths. I wanted to tell him to stop, he

was wasting his time, but that would be inhuman. Instead I lay over the

armrest and made a series of noises intended to convey involvement. And

when that was no longer possible I started to sob.

"What's the matter, Jackie, am I going too fast for you?" he asked

without stopping his ponderous motion.

"It's alright, just finish!" I cried.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He grabbed hold of my ass and pressed

my cheeks together to put even more pressure on his cock. Now he was

going flat out, fucking just for his own satisfaction. Unfortunately

that gave him so much pleasure that he didn't want to finish. I had to

put up with the brunt of his giant cock and his adolescent passion all

because I had to deal in round figures! He kept on fucking, wouldn't

stop, and the pain kept on growing from warm to hot, redhot, whitehot,

unbearable!

"Hurry please!" I sobbed. "Oh Christ, it hurts so much! You're far too

big for me, Uncle, come, please come!"

"Wait ... wait, not long now," he panted. "I can feel it, yes, here it

comes, one more second, just one more!" I waited and nothing happened.

His cock plunged in and out like a mighty ramrod, churning me up,

pumping my fluids about so they slurped and sputtered out against his

belly and my thighs. I was crying as copiously as my cunt was producing

liquids. And Marvin kept saying he would only be a minute longer, just

a second, almost there! At last I felt him pull out. The relief swept

through me at once as my cunt resumed its normal size. But he hadn't

come yet! I looked back over my shoulder and he stood right behind me,

his cock pointing at my ass, his closed fist working the skin up and

down furiously until a gusher of white cream blurted out and arched

through the air to land on my flesh.

"What's going on here!" Rona burst into the room, assessed the

situation, and stamped her foot. "Come on, Marvin, get out of here! I'm

tired of you fucking every woman within reach. Jackie, you wash

yourself and come back here. Or better yet, sit on this." She threw a

handkerchief at me and hustled her husband out of the room, picking up

his clothes on the way. He went out into the backyard where he

presumably dressed and went about his business. I sat on the

handkerchief and cowered. Veronica's mother was strongly built,

formidable tits and ass, a pretty face that could look very tough at

moments like this, and she had a real bone to pick with me. But first

she told me to wipe my ass and to give her the handkerchief.

"Look at that, blood!" she said. Her expression changed drastically

when she saw the handkerchief. "That man is too big for everybody! You

poor girl, you must have had the shock of your life when you saw it."

"I certainly did," I said. "I wanted to run but I couldn't. How do you

put up with such a size?"

"Never you mind about that. Let me see if he's done you an injury.

That'd be a fine kettle of fish to have broken your box on the day

before your wedding. Come on, spread your legs and let me see. I know

about these matters."

I obeyed, relieved that she wasn't going to beat up on me. Rona peered

into my pussy and nodded. "That's not too bad. I've got some ointment

that will fix you up. You're just a little bruised and inflamed up

there, that's all." She fetched the ointment and applied it with one

finger, working it into my inner flesh very slowly. The ointment was

cool, it soothed my pain, and the luxury of having her rub it in ironed

out a lot of the wrinkles that her husband had caused in my psyche. I

relaxed utterly, barely able to keep my seat in the chair, Rona went on

and on with that one finger. She must have given my cunt walls several

layers before she finally stopped, and by that time I was so horny that

I wished the wounds were worse so she'd never stop treating me.

"How does that feel?" she asked, sitting on her knees before me. Her

face was stern, businesslike, but there was a glow in her eyes that

indicated she'd enjoyed herself too.

"Oh much better!" I sighed, wriggling forward so that my pussy came

toward her to beg for more. "There are still a few tender spots here

and there, though."

"Are there? Oh yes, I see some. Just relax now, Jackie, this won't take

long."

"I'm in no hurry," I said. She threw me a strange look, then smiled and

went on with her work. The cool ointment was spread over my inner lips,

the outer lips, my clitoris was buried in the stuff, and even my thighs

got a dose of it. She set the ointment aside and said she wanted to

knead it in better. Her whole hand seized my cunt and she kneaded it

like it was a rubber ball. I could feel a climax rising through the

ranks. If she went on for another minute her hand would be dripping

with my love juices, and some of the ointment would surely wash off.

Well, then she would have to put on more.

"That's nice," I said softly. Rona nodded and brought her other hand

into play. It moved up to my breasts even though they hadn't been

injured. "Mmmm-mm-m!" I said. "Oh yeah! That's beautiful!"

"Just like your mother," she remarked. "When you like it you say so."

She didn't explain herself and I didn't dare ask. Was she one of my

mother's female lovers? If she was I'd find out sooner or later. I

surrendered to her soft, persistent caresses totally and came in short

bursts connected by sensually satisfying intervals during which Aunt

Rona massaged me like no one ever had. Eventually she came over to sit

beside me and sucked on my breasts until my nipples felt like they were

about to be launched! She had a way of making love that was subtle and

insinuating, and left no room for responses. When I tried to get her to

take off her clothes she didn't even answer me. She was in charge, and

I wondered why I should buck such a fine system. With her mouth and

hands she brought me to one peak after another until the last of my

energies had been dissipated in the form of passion and cunt juice.

Only then did she get up and declare me healed.

"If I was you I'd give that box of yours a rest for tomorrow night,"

she advised me. "Your husband to be was in the shopping center today

and he looked ready to rape a squad of nuns. You're going to need all

your strength, believe me."

"I know," I sighed. "God, I feel awful about not giving in to him

earlier. It isn't fair, is it?"

"Not really, no, especially when you've been having such a good time.

Is there anyone in the family with whom you haven't slept?" She posed

the question in such a way that I couldn't take it lightly. Her eyes

were on mine, she wanted an answer.

"Yes ... my mother," I confessed.

"At least you're honest. Veronica told me about your plan, and I must

say it's a good one. But don't ever let Frank find out about it. He'd

kill you."

"You think so?"

"I'm sure of it." Rona spoke with authority, and suddenly it hit home:

of course he would! Hell, why shouldn't he? How would I feel about me

in his place? I'd slept with men and women, broken all the taboos,

given myself to perfect strangers, and the best I could give Frank was

a blow job. When I went back to my room via the tree it was to think

more deeply about the whole issue. Sure, my plan had made sense when we

formulated it. But now it seemed selfish, vicious, and not a little

dumb.

Perhaps I wasn't worthy to become Frank's bride. After all, he was

straight, honest, and loving, he trusted me! I'd broken that trust,

pissed on it, and flung it back into his face. That wasn't right.

Hours went by. I sat alone in the darkening twilight and tried to

understand the issue. It was close on ten o'clock in the evening when I

reached my decision. I would tell Frank that I couldn't be his wife,

and when he asked why I would give him the whole story. It didn't

matter that he would be mad and violent. I had made my bed and slept in

it many times; now to show him the sheets.

#Jackie's Family Lessons! by Sandy Bennett #Chapter 7

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Jackie's Family Lessons! by Sandy Bennett

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning and realized there were only two more days

of being single left to me. After that I would be Frank's to do with

(or not do with) as he pleased. The idea made me shudder, not so much

in repulsion as in fear. My feelings about Frank were very mixed at

that time. He retained the qualities I loved in him but by contrast

with my other lovers he was looking rather weak. Perhaps he had to work

his way through the preliminaries before blossoming, like most people

have to. I didn't know what to think, so I didn't.

The wedding would be held at a nearby church and the reception would

take place in our home. Dad had taken off a few days from work and Mum

had postponed all her engagements until I had been properly dispatched.

Tim hung around, too, but he wasn't being very constructive. He wanted

me again, I could tell that from the surly way he eyed me. Veronica's

parents dropped in early that day. Uncle Marvin and Aunt Rona were

tanned from their vacation and I couldn't help but notice that Marvin

was more handsome than ever. Veronica had received his looks, the same

lynx-eyed, high-cheekboned appearance, the same blond hair, and both

were lithe and strong. Rona was better represented in Ned for some

reason.

"Two more days, huh?" said Marvin with a wink. "Then you'll know all

the joys of wedlock."

"She won't know them all," his wife protested. "It takes years to

discover them all."

"Sex is the only real joy in marriage and that comes on the first

nigh," he said. "The rest is repetition. Not that I'm knocking

repetition ... but you have to draw the line where joy begins and just

ordinary everyday pleasure ends, if you know what I mean." I didn't and

never had known what Uncle Marvin meant but I liked him immensely just

the same. We had always been close, he and I; he liked to buy me treats

and to talk with me. Talk at me, actually. Marvin liked to bounce his

ideas off other people.

"You're a fool, Marvin," said his wife without rancor. She joined my

mother in the kitchen and left me and my uncle alone.

"You see? Familiarity breeds contempt. My fault, of course, showed

myself to be vulnerable; offered one finger, she took the whole foot,

it's typical. Women are essentially cruel and rightfully so. But tell

me, how do you feel about this fellow, what's his name, Frank?"

"Right now I can't tell you," I said. "Everything seems upside down."

"That's a good sign, serious doubt implies serious feelings. If you'd

mouthed the usual clichés I would have known it was just another farce

but you may very well love him." Having spoken, my uncle got up and

left the house. I looked after him in bewilderment. His words made

sense but he didn't. Something in his attitude toward me had changed, a

very subtle adjustment that took me from being a girl to a woman in his

eyes.

For the rest of the day people came in and out of the house for one

reason or another, and I was the unwilling focus of their attention.

Uncle Eddie dropped by but he avoided me. He and my father talked for a

while about the wedding arrangements, and while they did I sat back and

relished the idea that I had made love with both brothers.

Late in the afternoon my mother's brother, Al, and his wife Dora

arrived to spend a few days with us. I hadn't seen Uncle Al in years

and so I was surprised by the enthusiasm of his embrace. "My baby, look

at you!" he exclaimed, holding me back from him so his eyes could run

the length and breadth of me. "My goodness, what a few years can do.

That's one hell of a beautiful daughter you got yourself, Sis!" My

mother agreed modestly. "Yes sir! That bridegroom is a lucky son of a

gun!"

"Thank you, Uncle," I said.

"Call me Al. You're too old for that uncle nonsense. Isn't she a gem,

Dora? Look at her. That lucky son of a gun!" His wife seemed quite as

enthusiastic as her husband, which surprised me. Pretty soon they had

me feeling like an exhibit, the way they stared at me. "Well, let's

have a drink together," he said to the family at large. "It's party

time!"

He supplied the charge that had been wanting all this time. In a moment

the whole tribe had been galvanized into action, clearing up the lists,

clothes, and other papers to make room for guests and drinks. The sun

was just setting and the smell of food suffused the whole house as my

mother and Dora cooked rows of hamburgers and prepared the trimmings.

Since it was my wedding I was exempted from the housework, to sit with

the guests and take part in the drinking and talking. Tim was there

with Dad, Marvin and Rona, Al and Dora, Veronica, Ned, and Uncle Eddie

came in a little later. What a good-looking family I had, I thought as

I looked around at their faces. They were evenly divided into light and

dark, my father's side being dark, my mother's the blond, all were in

good shape, and as my gaze roamed about I realized there wasn't one

person there with whom I wouldn't love to go to bed. As it turned out,

that was just as well.

"Hey, Jackie, come over here and sit on your uncle's lap one more

time!" Al called out in the middle of the festivities. "Another day and

a half and you'll own a monopoly on a lap and it'll own you, but until

then you can come and go as you please, right?"

"Right," I laughed. The drinks were starting to get to me and as always

the first part of my anatomy to feel the effect was my pussy. I didn't

understand why it should be the first to start feeling good, but that's

the way it happened. The next part would be my head. Already I was

feeling a little giddy and light up there but it was my pussy that

dominated the action. It throbbed darkly, casting about for stimuli,

and when Uncle Al invited me to sit on his lap I jumped at the chance.

Everyone cheered as I got on top of him and reclined in his arms, but

then the event was over and the conversation raced on. I didn't know

what they were talking about but it obviously interested them. I sipped

at my drink and sat back against my uncle.

He was a handsome devil. For as long as I could remember he'd provided

the family with gossip. He had traveled widely, knocked about with a

lot of women, and his taste (so I'd heard) ran to the bizarre. I was

dying to find out what that meant. When he had married a few years ago

rumors sprang up about his wife, Dora. She wasn't kosher, as Eddie put

it, but why, why, why? No one told me the details and looking at her

gave me no clues. She was a small redhead, busty, with a pert ass,

flashing green eyes, and full, red lips, a small sex bomb in other

words. But what was wrong with that?

Someone gave me another drink. The family was deeply involved in the

discussion now and I got the idea it was politics that occupied them

so. Only two of us were not absorbed by the issues. One was me, the

other was Al. Something was growing under my ass, something long and

hard, and when I turned around to look him in the eye he winked

lasciviously. I wriggled around a little as if to get comfortable, but

he knew what I meant. His wife was talking along with the others and we

were in effect isolated in an oasis of silence. His cock throbbed under

me ominously, a time bomb set to go off at any time. And while his

hands rested on innocuous parts of my body, the fact was that they were

touching me and exciting me! He reached for his drink, took a sip, put

it down, and then his hand disappeared. A moment later I felt something

caress my ass!

I couldn't believe he would try to touch me up in the middle of a

family reunion, and yet his hand moved boldly over my ass and tugged at

my dress from behind to get it out of the way. I wanted to stop him but

the drinks had gone to my head by this time ... or to my pussy; either

one could have made me sit back and enjoy it. He succeeded in working

my dress up to around my waist while keeping it decently covering my

thighs in front, and now his hand moved to the waistband of my panties.

My excitement increased with every second. How did he dare? And how did

I dare? It was too thrilling for words.

He got his hand on my naked ass and I thought he'd be content with

that. But no, he kept looking for more charges. He covered my ass with

small squeezes, always working downward in the direction of my pussy.

That was too much to hope for. I was getting wet and very, very horny

at the idea, though. To help him I slung my legs over the side of his

chair and faced the company so they would think I was listening to

them. Now he could get to my cunt without any trouble at all, and he

wasted no time. A solitary finger caressed my pussy lips over and over,

stirring me up so much that I wanted to scream just to relieve my

sexual tension. And when that finger found my cunt hole and eased up it

I had to grit my teeth to keep from giving the game away.

Rushes of pleasure tore through my body as his finger surreptitiously

fucked me. My parents, my aunts, uncles, brother, cousins, everyone was

close enough to hear the squelches of my pussy but they were talking

too loudly. I felt my color change from red to white and back to

scarlet and I just knew that my face was contorted in grimaces, but

since no one noticed anything there was nothing to worry about. Dora

provided me with another drink. Did she look at me funny? Her husband's

finger was in me so deep that I thought my cunt would swallow his fist

next. She smiled pleasantly and resumed her seat beside us. Uncle Eddie

asked if I had an opinion of federal revenue sharing, and I said no, I

didn't.

After a while of this I started to feel nauseous. The sexual tension

clashed with the alcoholic relaxation, pulling me this way, then that,

and I had to tell my uncle to pull out so I could go up and take a

breather. He nodded, adjusted my clothing, and patted me on the ass

when I was once more presentable. My departure wasn't noticed. The air

in the room was thick with smoke, talk, and the clink of glasses. They

were having a great time without me and I was glad of it. The quiet of

my room was like a cool shower on a hot day for my ears. I stretched

out on my bed and lay there until my mind had sorted itself out

sufficiently to start thinking in straight lines again. It was only

then that the riskiness of Al's behavior really hit me. If someone had

seen him fingering me the party would have been over, the wedding would

have been cancelled, and I would in all likelihood have been disowned!

What madness! All for the sake of sex!

But it seemed worth it in retrospect. I smiled and stretched

luxuriously as I recaptured the sensations his finger had produced in

me, and my hands caressed that sensitive area to make it all more

vivid. Yes, it had been worth it. My body still hummed from the event

and I began to wonder what other tricks he had up his sleeve. Would he

sneak into my bedroom late at night? Or attack me in the woods not far

from the house? Uncle Al was likely to do anything.

In spite of this expectation I wasn't prepared for what he actually

did. As I lay there, half dozing, half playing with myself, the door

opened a crack and a whispered voice said: "Anybody home!"

"Uncle Al!" I sat upright and withdrew my hands from my lap. "You

shouldn't be here! Come on, let's get back to the party, this is too

dangerous!"

"Dangerous? What, an uncle chatting with his niece? Come now, Jackie,

you're letting your imagination run away with you." He closed the door

and sat on the side of the bed. "I just wanted to tell you that that

was the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. To sit there in

front of your father and everybody with my finger up your lovely little

pussy ... well, how can I express the feelings, it was just too grand.

And you liked it too, right?" His hand was on my knee and moving on up.

I made no attempt to push it away, figuring he would know when to stop.

I told him it had been fun but that he shouldn't think anything of it,

and he said he didn't. But his hand kept sliding along my thigh

squeezing, progressing, heading right for my crotch, and the closer it

came the wetter I got. It was downright embarrassing how much fluid

oozed out of my pussy. By the time his hand reached the diamond of my

panties it was soaking wet, and he smiled broadly. "You're a sexy piece

of work," he said, his voice sounding a little breathless. "Frank is

either going to be the luckiest or the unluckiest man on this planet.

With women like you there is no middle ground."

"Thank you," I said.

"Jesus, feel how wet your panties are," he said, more to himself than

me, "dripping wet, juicier than a Florida orange! What I wouldn't give

for a bite of your pussy, my girl there's nothing I want more right

now."

"You really shouldn't," I said, slightly taken aback by his frankness.

There was still this lingering notion of him as an uncle, a man older

than me who used to give me quarters a long time ago. And now his hand

pressed urgently against the crotch of my panties, fingers manipulated

the flimsy, sodden garment to get it out of the way, to stroke my naked

hairy flesh and probe the depths of my labia, and all the while he

stared me in the face and told me how he wanted to suck the last drop

of juice out of my cunt, how he wanted to grease me up so his fist

could fit in me and then his head and maybe his whole body, fantasizing

vulgarly and agitating me beyond belief. A childhood memory came back

to me, how I'd tried to stuff a doll up my pussy because I wanted to

give birth to it. The very idea of Al fitting in me was enough to make

me tremble with a violent lust.

"Then eat me!" I hissed suddenly. "Stop talking so much! Oh yes, take

them off, they're only in the way! Now eat me like you said you would,

take me!"

I drew my legs back as soon as he had taken off my panties, and stood

on my feet to hoist my loins up into the air. Now my pussy was right in

front of his face, dripping, wide open, and all he had to do was sink

into it face first. He held back as long as either one of us could

bear, caressing, titillating, breathing on it, but then he dove in with

a vengeance and started to eat me with smacking lips. Burning currents

of lust coursed through my veins. I was horny, obscene, possessed,

feeding him my cunt as if there was a risk of him letting go. Al sat on

the bed and grabbed hold of my ass to stretch my cheeks apart and open

my cunt right up. Then his long, agile tongue snaked into my cunt and

set off an orgasm that made me crash to the bed and writhe about

helplessly for a few minutes, while he followed me about doggedly.

He was a fine mickey muncher. The fact that I was climaxing didn't stop

him for a second. He ate, licked, sucked, and loved every part of my

cunt over and over, and he soon began to include my asshole in his

rounds. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, dipping, digging,

licking, and soothing me inside and out. His fingers traced patterns

along my inner thighs or penetrated a hole vacated by his busy tongue.

And I had no defense against any of his stimulations. I rolled about,

panted, moaned, told him how wonderful it was, and generally forgot all

about the clan drinking down below us.

Veronica had to remind us. She burst in suddenly and said: "Quick, your

mother is looking for you!" The door closed and for a split second Al

and I looked at each other in alarm. Then, just as quickly, he pocketed

my panties, pulled my dress over my legs, wiped his face with a

handkerchief and straightened up the bed and his hair. My mother came

into the room seconds after we had restored ourselves to uncle and

niece. She looked suspicious all the same.

"What's the matter, dear, aren't you feeling well?" she asked with a

sidelong glance at her brother.

"Not too great, no, but I was mainly relaxing for a bit," I said.

"Uncle Al and I were just talking about old times, but I'll come down

now if you want me to."

"I'd appreciate that. And could I have a word with you, Al?" When I

left the room I heard my mother talk low and fast at her brother and I

figured it probably had something to do with the truth of the matter.

He had a reputation, after all. No one else was bothered by our

absence. Dora pressed another drink into my hand and winked

enigmatically. Veronica made a gesture of mopping her brow at me, and

Tim gave me a surly look. It had been a close call, too close for my

liking. Worse, my body had been switched on by an expert and nothing

could turn it off. I sat in an easy chair and kept my dress pulled down

as far as possible to disguise the fact that I had no panties on, but

my naked cunt chafed against the rough upholstery and that was all I

needed to stay at boiling point.

Everything but my bodily needs was irrelevant. I couldn't join in the

conversation because my cunt was on fire. My thoughts circled around

sex and naturally turned to the experiences of the past few days,

reliving them all in Technicolor and stereo, which only served to

excite me even more. My naked ass on the chair, the chance that someone

might look up my dress and notice my furry beaver peering back at him,

the presence of so many men, so many cocks, in the one room, and Al's

lingering glances, they all threw coals on the fire. I didn't know

which way to turn, and finally I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I meant to pick up a pair of panties on the way but I forgot in my

hurry to find a moment's privacy. Once in the bathroom I locked the

door and looked around for an object that had roughly the same size as

a cock. My mother's hairbrush had a fine long handle to it, smooth and

without sharp edges. I sat on the toilet and spread my legs, hoisted up

my dress and worked the handle into my cunt. The effect was that of

mild relief but I found that the more I pushed the handle into my pussy

the more it seemed to work. Both my hands were wrapped about the

bristles, pushing the handle in deeper and deeper until the bristles

rubbed against my cunt and clitoris. Now I was getting somewhere. I put

one foot on the side of the tub, the other I rested on a stool, and

with my back against the cistern I let myself have it. The brush moved

in and out quickly, propelled by my lust, and the bristles chafed

against my clitoris to send the flames leaping high. I was gasping,

sweating, straining, getting closer to a climax by the second, yet I

couldn't quite reach it. My frustration led me to masturbate harder,

more brutally, the brush hurt me badly several times when I missed the

hole, and once it nearly went up my ass, but nothing could stop me. I

cursed under my breath as that elusive orgasm receded as fast as I

approached. A change of tactics was called for. I pulled the handle out

and applied the rough bristles directly to my pussy. That hurt! Tiny

pinpricks of pain set my cunt on edge and I was back where I'd started

from. With a heartfelt curse I flung the brush down and got off the

toilet. This wasn't my night!

Back in the living room the party was getting rough. My parents were

drunk, so were Marvin and Rona. Only Al and Dora seemed to be on top of

things. Veronica, Tim, Ned, and I were suddenly sent off to bed without

explanation. By that time I was in such a bad mood that I was glad to

be dismissed. Veronica tried to talk me into coming over to her place.

She was horny, looking for action. I told her to take more of an

interest in her own family, meaning Ned, a suggestion to which she

responded with raised eyebrows. "Ned? You must be joking," she said,

and turned on her heel to leave. Tim was next to put the hard word on

me and I brushed him off as brusquely. All I wanted to do was go to

sleep and let this fit of frustration dissipate itself without

bothering me.

Once in my room I locked the door, stripped, and lay on the bed. A cool

night breeze blew through the room and cooled me down a bit. I thought

of masturbating but it seemed too futile. My mind swirled with bits and

pieces of fantasy and reality, ranging from the rape in my mind to the

finger in my pussy there in the living room. At that point I just

wanted my marriage to take place so I could settle down with the one

man and save myself so much confusion. And since there was over a day

yet to be lived through before that happened, I wished for sleep. Of

course the sandman passed me by that night.

An hour later the riot downstairs stopped abruptly. The front door

opened and closed. I looked out through the window and saw Veronica's

mother walking out arm in arm with none other than my dear old Dad!

That meant that my mother was with Marvin! Oh no, that was too much to

accept in the one go. My parents were swapping? Perhaps Al and Dora

were in the ring, too. But a little later I heard footsteps up the

stairs and a couple passed my room to get to the guest room. I heard

them talking and they were definitely Al and Dora. Some minutes later

my mother and Uncle Marvin headed for the master bedroom. I was

stunned. The house seemed to be in the grip of a sex epidemic!

I didn't know the whole story yet. Minutes ticked by. Faint sounds came

either from the master or the guest bedroom, sounds of fucking. My

pussy stirred uneasily, my nipples hardened, and it was with difficulty

that I refrained from jerking off some more. The cool breeze couldn't

stop me from breaking out into a fever of lust. I tried not to imagine

my mother getting laid by Marvin and I didn't want to think about my

dear old Dad putting it to Rona, but somehow the awareness of this swap

pervaded me through and through, and gave me a sense of reckless desire

that had me tossing and turning wildly.

Did I imagine it or was there a soft tapping at my door? Surely not. I

held my breath and listened, half hoping, half afraid. Something told

me I was in for a new experience, and new experiences always shattered

old assumptions. Yes! Someone was at the door. The door knob turned a

few times, then it stopped. In panic I rushed to the door, unlocked it

and looked out. To my relief the knocker hadn't given up. He was right

outside, grinning widely.

"Uncle Al!" I moved back behind the door to hide my nakedness but he

took that as a sign to come in. And once he was in my room I could

hardly eject him.

"Hi, baby. You didn't think you'd seen the last of me, did you? The

night is still young and you and I have a lot more to say to each

other."

"But Aunt Dora ..."

"She wants to talk to you, too. Do you mind?"

"I guess not."

"Then come with me." He waited for me to put on my robe and then led

the way to the guest room. Al had on a pair of pajama bottoms, nothing

else, and when he stepped into the brightly lit room he and his wife

occupied I saw just how strong and tanned he was. A deep chest, a

muscular stomach, and thick arms that could crush a woman! As for Dora,

she lay, under a single sheet, obviously naked, very relaxed. She

smiled at me but let her husband do the talking. "We like to do

everything together," my uncle told me as he made himself comfortable

on the bed next to his wife. I was left standing in the center of the

room and I felt a little foolish for thinking he'd had sex on his mind.

So what did he want? To tell me the facts of life?

"Can I sit down?" I asked.

"Wait till you've heard me out," Al said. He lit a cigarette at his

leisure, all the while surveying me with his eyes. If only he knew how

restless I was he wouldn't be detaining me. "As I said, Dora and I like

to do things together. In fact, we'd like to do you together. I suppose

that shocks you." They eyed me with some complacency, and I took some

pleasure in disillusioning them.

"Okay, I'm shocked. Now will you get to it!" For a moment they didn't

know what to do but then Dora let out a peal of laughter and told her

husband that he'd been upped. He nodded and got off the bed slowly. He

looked menacingly at me as his powerful arms reached out. I stood my

ground. He grabbed my robe, held it for a moment, and then pulled at it

hard so that I almost fell and stumbled toward them. I ended up on the

bed and they didn't give me a chance to recover myself. Hands tore at

my robe, removed it, and left me rolling from side to side naked, at

their mercy. They pawed at me, fingered, felt, squeezed, explored me,

both of them grinning like vampires let loose in a blood bank. It took

me a minute or so to adjust to this new situation but once it hit home

I was all for it. At last! Now my frustrations would be relieved, my

body would be satisfied! Gone were thoughts about my parents, about

marriage, for now I wanted to see what my uncle and aunt could do.

They settled down at either end of me. My aunt was down on my pussy,

eating it the way only a woman could. Her tongue was like that of a

cat, abrasive, persistent, and very accurate. It stroked that hard

little clit into ecstasy, it lapped at my pink inner flesh until my

cunt opened like a flower in the morning, and she scooped up my juices

the way a lizard catches flies. I couldn't see her because my uncle was

astride my chest, his hard cock towering up before my eyes, both his

hands mauling my tits gleefully. "What a pair of boobs," he said

softly. "Jesus Christ, look how firm they are, real stargazers,

beautiful!"

I could see why he should be impressed. Dora was an attractive woman

with her red hair and her sex bomb look, but her tits were too big and

heavy to do anything but look down. I imagined they were very soft,

like jelly with too much water, and I could hardly wait to sample them.

But that would come later. For the moment I was more than happy with

the way she ate me and the pleasure with which my uncle kneaded my

tits. He leaned forward a little and pressed my tits against his cock

so that only the flushed knob protruded. It hovered an inch from my

mouth. All I had to do was move my head forward and I'd be able to take

a bite. But he would feed it to me when he was ready.

Aunt Dora was eating more than my pussy by this time. Her tongue

slithered down and around my asshole with increasing frequency until

she ignored my fig and poked her tongue deep up my back passage. I

writhed with a sudden burst of pleasure. It tickled, not so as to make

me laugh but to make my insides wriggle with pleasure. Her hands were

on my buns, keeping them apart and digging into them with her long

nails. I started to get greedy. "Let me eat you, Uncle," I whispered to

him. "Come on, let me take that big dick into my mouth. I'm so hungry

for you!"

"Go ahead, baby," he said absently. He had been fucking my tits,

working his cock between the two fleshy mounds so that his glans got

enough of a work-out to make him forget about everything else. His eyes

were half shut and he was breathing heavily. When I took his knob

between my lips he let out a long groan and almost shoved his cock and

balls down my throat. "Mmmm yeah!" he hissed. "Ssssssssssuckit! Eat it,

baby, take it all down. Yeah, beautiful, that's the way, run your

tongue over it. Wow! And there I was thinking you were a virgin. My

God, baby, you've got it, I-T, it!"

His hands held the back of my head to give it some support and his long

cock rode in and out of my mouth with easy strokes. He had his mouth

wide open and his head back, fucking me like he was about to come

terminally. I wasn't doing much more than keeping my lips between his

cock and my teeth, because down below my aunt was eating my ass so

effectively that I was too busy climaxing to pay him much heed. Her

tongue had a way of jiggling back and forth rapidly so as to inflame my

asshole and send me to within an inch of exploding into a major climax.

But her tongue alone couldn't take me all the way, and the excruciating

pain and pleasure of hovering between ecstasy and frustration had me at

the point of screaming!

"She's ready now," I heard Dora say.

"Oh ... good," sighed my uncle. He withdrew his cock from my mouth with

some regret and moved off my chest. Before I could say anything Rona

pressed her tart, red-haired pussy into my mouth, and I began to eat it

the way a baby does when a tit is placed between its lips. Vaguely it

registered with me that my uncle had lifted my thighs and placed them

on his own, that he was holding my asshole open with all his fingers,

and that something rockhard was bumping into it. A peal of joy rose in

my heart: more anal fucking! Ever since the first time I'd been

interested in trying it again just to see if the second time would be

as good. Now I was due to find out. His knob moved into place easily

thanks to Dora's thorough licking, and then he pushed hard and the rest

of his cock slid into me snugly. When his pubic hair brushed against my

cheeks I let out a gust of air that turned into a yell of pleasure, and

it seemed to echo in the vaginal canyon of my aunt. I couldn't stop. I

tried to lick and eat but each thudding stroke produced another cry of

passion in me, muffled in red-haired flesh. What a duet they were.

While my uncle fucked my ass, my aunt turned about with her pussy as a

pivot, and let me eat her back and front while she went down on my

cunt. It was vacant and in need of some sympathy while my asshole had

all the fun. Aunt Dora gave it to me. Her deft, rapid tongue went into

action again, flicking at my distended hole, lassoing my clit, sucking

me dry, and pausing now and then to kiss her husband's plowing cock. It

was getting too much for me. A cock up my ass, a tongue up my cunt with

fingers coming in and out, and a pussy in my face, hands roving from my

feet to my tits, it was as though I'd been trapped in a sensual car

wash! I started to moan, and I neglected Dora's cunt. All of my

energies were moving down to my asshole, building up, glowing white,

and the rest of me stiffened. It was like a fit! I was taut from head

to foot and a continuous series of tremors ran along my limbs and

torso. I heard myself pleading for mercy. I was scared, unwilling to

venture further into this peculiar paradise!

"No, that's enough," I whimpered. "Please Dora, tell him to stop!

Something's wrong. Oh God! PLEEEEEEEAASSEEE! NO, GET THE FUCK OFF,

STOP, STOP, I'LL SCREAM THE HOUSE DOWN, OH! AH! OOOOOOOOOHHHHH

NOOOOOOO!! UNCLE AL, HARDER, HARDER, DRIVE IT IN ME, OH YES, FUCK ME

LIKE A BULL, HARDER, SLAM IT IN!! WHEEEEEEEE!!" It was like passing the

sound barrier for the first time. That hard bubble of emotion broke

into a sunburst of bliss, fluffy pyrotechnics that lit up my insides

and left me in awe of its splendor. He kept fucking, Aunt Dora kept

sucking, but they couldn't add anything to what they had already

wrought in me.

I came down like a leaf falling from a tree, and during this long

tranquil time I amused myself by playing with my aunt's pussy. Ever

since Veronica had shown hers to me I had developed a deep interest in

cunts. There were so many shapes and sizes! Veronica's was compact and

pudgy, mine was a secret slit in the skin between my legs, and Dora's

was a woman's cunt, a big, full-blown rosy piece of work that opened at

the slightest touch to reveal the big ragged pink flaps inside, and the

mysterious black hole beyond the pink configurations. I worked a finger

into that hole and pretty soon there was room for another ... and

another! Three fingers poked about inside her pussy. Aunt Dora started

to lose the beat of her sucking just as I was beginning to enjoy it

again. Uncle Al was fucking my ass very slowly, almost at a standstill,

obviously waiting for an orgasm to recede. My bunched fingers moved at

the same pace but they also pushed at the boundaries to see if her cunt

would give some more. It would and did. Four fingers moved into place.

There was little resistance. Her tongue barely moved about in my pussy

now. Curiosity got the better of me. How much could she take? The four

bunched fingers pushed in as far as they could and to my amazement the

rest of my hand slipped inside to leave only my thumb to stick up

against her slit. I considered sticking that up her ass but then I

decided to go all the way.

She was very still when I withdrew my hand a little way and added my

thumb to the bunch. When I pushed in she let out a long wail, half

pain, half delight. Now there was plenty of resistance. I got the

digits inside but the rest of my hand wasn't allowed in. I moved it

back and forth to distribute her ample juices. Now there was some

progress. With bated breath I pushed in with all my strength. My aunt

slid forward but then came right back. She pushed and I pushed and with

a slippery swallow her cunt took my hand in to the wrist!

"Wow!" was all I could say. Dora lifted herself by placing both hands

on the bed and held that position so she could rock back and forth into

my hand. Al peered curiously over her shoulder to see what was exciting

his wife so much. He couldn't see and she couldn't tell him what was

happening, so he pulled out and crawled around to see with his own

eyes. They nearly popped out when he saw my fist up her cunt.

"Holy shit! I've never seen that before! Let me get a piece of that

ass!" Before she or I could say anything he mounted her from behind and

shoved his cock up her asshole. Dora felt no pain. She contained my

fist and his cock and the only sound that came out of her was an

occasional whimper. She sounded as though she was choking on her own

passions yet she made no move to get away from the invaders. Al fucked

her like a demon, excited to the point at which he couldn't control

himself. I fist-fucked her until her cunt cut off my circulation. And

just as I pulled out, Al blew his wad into her. Soundless, my aunt

pitched to one side when he pulled out, and kept on whimpering. I felt

very tired. My eyes fell to, I made myself more comfortable, and let

go. My uncle picked me up and carried me into my own bed. My dreams

were most pleasant that night.

#Jackie's Family Lessons! by Sandy Bennett #Chapter 6

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