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Making Out With Mom

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I have to tell somebody about this, and I can’t tell anybody I know, so I guess it’s gonna be you. My name is Rick, I’m 16, and I’m a junior in high school. I live with my mom in a two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of downtown Chicago. Mom cuts hair and does facials and waxing for a living.

Every morning at 6:00 AM sharp she comes into my room with a cup of coffee and wakes me up for school. She always puts the coffee on my nightstand and then sits down on the side of the bed. "Hey Big Guy, up and at ‘em. Time to rise and shine!" Same time, same routine every morning.

"Hey Mom." I roll around under the covers while she shakes my shoulders, pats my butt and kisses my neck. "A few more minutes?"

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Same thing, every morning.

"Sure," she says. "You can get to school late. What college is going to care if you don’t get to class on time?"

"Crap." I yawn, roll out of bed in my boxer shorts, grab the coffee, and head for the bathroom. Same thing, every morning.

So one night a few weeks ago, Mom went to a PTA meeting. As soon as she left, I called up my girlfriend Cindy and asked her to come over. We smoked a little weed and drank a little beer in the backyard, and then made out for a while in my room. It got late, my girlfriend left, and I fell asleep.

Next thing I knew: "Hey Big Guy, up and at ‘em!"

"Arrgh." I was a little hung over.

"C’mon, Rick, get up." She put one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my butt, and started rocking me back and forth.

"OK, I’m up, I’m up!" Mom stepped back as I pulled away the covers and stood up. I heard her gasp, and I looked at her. She was staring at my crotch. I looked down. Shit! After Cindy left I had fallen asleep in the nude. Now I was standing right in front of my mom with a serious morning hard-on: all 8 inches was pointing proudly right at her. As I stood frozen there for a
moment, her eyes never wavered from my dick.

"Shit, Mom, I’m sorry!" I said as I climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over me.

"What?" Mom hadn’t moved. She seemed to be in some kind
of trance.

"I forgot I was naked."

"Oh. That." She finally came out of it, and sat down on the bed. She put her hand on my stomach – dangerously close to my still rock-hard cock, I thought. "Honey, I’ve seen everything there is to see on you... although, not for a while, I admit. You’ve... um, been developing nicely, I see. Nothing to be embarrassed
about."

"Jeez, Mom, I’m embarrassed that I was standing in
front of you with a hard-on."

"Honey, that’s perfectly normal, especially in a young man your age. I’m your mom and I love you, and nothing you do can embarrass me, Sweetie." She gave me a little hug and stood up. "Now, get up and get into the shower." She stood back from the bed and waited.

Feeling sheepish, I pulled back the sheet and rolled out of bed. As I stood up, I saw Mom’s eyes move downwards towards my erection again. Before I could walk to the bathroom Mom stepped towards me, put her arms around me, and gave me a big hug. As I hugged her back, I felt my cock pressing through her nightgown and against her leg. "I love you, Rick," she said.

"Me too, Mom."

She let go of me, and I grabbed the coffee cup off the nightstand and walked out the door, feeling my mom’s eyes on my ass as I left. As usual I jacked off in the shower, but this time as I did it I was thinking about how my mom’s eyes had been glued to my erect cock. When I came, the force of it almost made me fall over. Hmm, I thought, I’m going to have to try this again.

***

The next morning when Mom came in, I was naked again. I got up and grabbed the coffee cup. "Sleeping in the nude now, are we?" she said.

"Yeah, I sort of like it," I said.

"Me, too," she said. I looked at her. She was staring at my hard-on again. Her eyes quickly moved up to mine, and her face reddened. "I mean... What I meant was, I sleep in the nude, too."

I looked at her nightgown.

"Of course, I throw something on before I make the coffee and wake you up."

"Why, Mom? Are you embarrassed to be naked around me? I  thought you said there was nothing to be embarrassed about." I sipped at my coffee.

"Umm... no Sweetie, of course not, but... well, I’m your mother." As she said this, her eyes couldn’t help straying down to my crotch again. I’ve never been the exhibitionist type, but I was starting to enjoy being naked around my mom. It gave me kind of a thrill that she liked looking at my dick.

"OK, Mom," I said. I gave her a hug, once again feeling my erection pressing into her. She hugged me back and gave my naked ass a little pat, which turned into sort of a caress. Then I walked off to take my shower, once again imagining that I could feel her eyes on my naked body as I moved.

***

The next morning when Mom came in to wake me up, she was naked, too. I got out of bed and stood up, and we looked at each other. My mouth hung open. My mom was a knockout! Long, toned legs. Slim waist. Beautiful full, firm breasts. Her nipples were erect. My first thought was, "She’s cold," but then I detected the faint scent of her sex in the air. My mom was aroused.

As we continued to stare at each other, my penis, which had been soft and hanging down against my legs, now began to harden. My mom watched as it slowly thickened and hardened to its full 8 inches and pointed directly up at her.

"Is this OK, Rick?" she said. Shyly, as if she were afraid that I’d be shocked, or that I wouldn’t approve of her body. "I enjoy being naked, and after our, umm, our talk yesterday morning, I decided that it was silly for me to hide my body from my own son."

"Sure, Mom, of course it’s OK. My god, you’re beautiful! I had no idea. You could be a model."

She blushed, then did a little pirouette that let me see her gorgeous, tight little ass. When she had turned all the way back around, I realized for the first time that her vulva was totally hairless – either shaved or waxed. Also, although she was tanned, there were no tan lines anywhere on her body. Her flawless tits and ass were uniformly browned like the rest of her.

"Thanks, Sweetie. I try to stay in shape."

"It’s working, Mom. You’re hot! Can I ask you a question? How do you get an all-over tan? Do you use a tanning bed?" I was hoping to keep the conversation going as long as possible, afraid that I’d never get another chance to see my beautiful mother’s naked body.

"No," she said. "Sometimes when you’re at school, I lie out in the backyard and get some sun."

I drooled at the thought of my sexy mom lying naked by the pool. "Really?" I said. "What about the neighbors?"

"They can’t see anything over the fence, Sweetie. You should try it sometime. It’s good for the soul."

"Maybe I will, Mom."

Although she was talking to me, she was staring at my dick. I looked down. I was so excited that my erection was actually pointing up at a 45 degree angle, rather than just jutting straight out in front of me. Every time my heart beat, my dick would bounce up and down a little. It felt harder than it had ever been before. As we watched, a little drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and slowly dripped towards the floor, trailing a long thin line behind. When I looked back up at my mom, she was licking her lips involuntarily.

"Can I ask you another question, Mom? I see that you don’t have any hair... down there. Do you shave it?"

She tore her gaze from my hard-on and looked up at me. "Oh, no, Sweetie. A friend of mine at work waxes me, and I wax her."

"Why do you do it?" I said.

"Oh, well, it just makes me feel really clean and sexy. And it makes... umm, well, some things, umm, more fun to do." As she said this, her hand moved down and unconsciously rubbed her mons. I thought I would cum right then, and a little gasp escaped my lips. She realized what she was doing, quickly removed her hand, and blushed again. The smell of her sex was stronger in
the air now.

"I get it, Mom." I looked down at my own hairy balls and dick. "Maybe I should get waxed, too. Could you or your friend do that for me?" Not that I wanted to get my ball hair pulled out, but I was excited by the thought of my mom actually touching me down there.

"Well... I’ll think about it. For now, you’d better hit the shower, Sweetie."

"OK, Mom," I said. I stepped over to her and hugged her. I’m just a little taller than she is, and when we came together my erection pressed up against her bare vulva. I felt my pre-cum against her skin. She gave a little shiver, then hugged me back. When her hand moved to pat my ass, I moved my own hand down and rubbed her ass, too. She shivered again, then gently pushed me
away.

I grabbed the coffee cup and walked toward the bathroom, my hard-on leading the way.

***

The rest of that week, Mom was naked when she came in with my coffee, and I was naked when I rolled out of bed. Rather than getting comfortable with the situation, I was more excited every day, waking up early and anticipating her arrival. I always had a
rock-hard erection when I got up, and Mom always looked (and smelled) aroused as well. Our "naked hug" was always the high point of my day, and I was turning into quite the exhibitionist.

The next week I took it up another notch. On Monday I woke up early with a raging hard-on, and decided to jack off in bed rather than in the shower. I put on headphones, but didn’t turn on the MP3 player. I pulled the sheet down, uncovering my nude body, closed my eyes almost all the way, and slowly started rubbing the length of my erect shaft.

When Mom came through the door, I heard her gasp through my headphones. To her, it looked as though my eyes were closed and I was listening to music as I slowly jacked my erect cock. Her eyes were riveted to my prick as she slowly walked to my bedside and placed the coffee cup on the nightstand. I thought she would
leave, but she just stood there, only a couple of feet away from me as I continued to jack off.

Keeping my eyes almost closed, I moved my other hand down to the base of my cock, then began to caress my balls. I heard her moan a little, and watched as her left hand moved down and began to stroke her hairless pussy, while her right hand moved up and stroked across the tips of her erect nipples. I smelled the scent of her sex, stronger than ever before. I was turning on my
own mom!

I was incredibly excited. Here I was jacking off in front of my mother, and it was making her horny. I was hoping that she would keep watching until I came, but was disappointed to see her suddenly walk out of the room. I guessed that maybe I had embarrassed her, or that the taboo of watching her own son engaged in a sex act was too much for her. But only a minute later, she returned carrying a small bottle. She sat down on the
bed next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, feigning surprise. "Mom! Oh, jeez, I’m sorry!" I took off my headphones, but kept one hand on my prick.

"That’s OK, Sweetie." She looked down at my erect cock, and licked her lips. "What you’re doing is natural and healthy for a man your age. I brought you something that will make it more... enjoyable."

She held up the little bottle, and I read the label. "Astroglide?"

"Yeah," she said, flipping the top open. "I use it when I... it makes everything slick." She squeezed a little drop out onto her finger and rubbed it around for me to see, then rubbed her wet fingers on my arm. "See? Would you like to try it?" She held out the bottle.

"Umm, sure," I said. "Go ahead."

She looked at me. "You mean you want me to put it on you?" she said.

"Sure, I guess," I said. I figured that she would just drip it onto my dick, or into my hand. But instead she squirted some into her hand, put the bottle down, and rubbed her hands together. I let go of my dick and watched in anticipation as her hands moved toward my pulsating cock.

When her hands touched me, I couldn’t help moaning. It felt so good! First, both of her hands caressed my erection, moving up and down and twisting lightly around, spreading the Astroglide over the entire shaft. Then she moved one hand down to caress my balls, spreading the liquid across my nut sack as her other
hand continued to work my cock.

I looked at her face: she was staring at her hands moving up and down my erection, and gently moving my balls. She was breathing in short little pants, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. Then she pulled her hands away from me and stood up.

"There," she said "That should make it a lot more comfortable for you."

"Don’t stop, Mom! Please, oh god, it feels so good!"

She stared at me without speaking, and I thought that maybe I’d gone too far. But then she sat back down on the bed and once again grabbed my big fat cock in her little hand. Again, I had to moan as she began working her hand up and down my shaft.

I moaned, "Oh, Mom, yeah" and she started jacking me off faster. The Astroglide made it feel great, much better and much more sensation than jacking off dry. And it also made things noisier: Mom’s hand made a rhythmic slap-slap-slap sound as she really began getting into it. After a while, I felt the familiar tingle. "Mom, I’m gonna cum!"

Her response was to moan a little, and to jack me faster than ever. The feeling started in my groin and spread up my stomach and down my legs. I watched as the first shot of my cum erupted from the tip of my cock and shot maybe three feet straight up into the air, then fell back down onto my legs and onto my mother’s arm.

"Ohh! Aaaaah! Aaaaah! God! Aaaaah!" I bucked and moaned as I continued to shoot my cream all over myself and my mother’s hand and arm. I placed my hand on her back and squeezed tight as my orgasm overtook me.

"Yes, Baby" she hissed.

The orgasm was so strong that I saw stars, and for a moment I was afraid that I might pass out. Slowly, my vision cleared and my cock stopped pumping its jism. Mom’s hand stopped its jacking motion, and her thumb moved over the tip of my cock, smearing my cum all around the head. It felt incredible. I was in heaven.

"There," she said. "Better?"

"Oh god, Mom, that felt amazing. The stuff is wonderful, and it feels so much better when someone else is doing it."

She looked at me, still rubbing the head of my dick with her thumb. "Do you do this every day, Sweetie?"

"Yeah, usually in the shower."

She looked away and was silent for a moment. "I could do this for you every morning, Rick... if you want.

"You’re kidding," I said. "You’d really do that for me? Why?"

She looked back at me. "Yes, Sweetie. Because you need it, and because I love you, and because... I enjoyed it, too."

"Sometimes I jack off two or three times a day," I said hopefully.

She laughed and stood back up. "Let’s just make this a morning wakeup thing for now." As she said this, she noticed my cum dripping down her arm. "I’m going to get something to clean us up," she said. I watched her naked ass move as she walked out, then watched her tits jiggle when she returned carrying a washcloth and a towel. She sat down and gently cleaned off my cock, balls, and legs, then wiped my cum off of her own arm
and hand.

"You’re still hard," she said.

"Yeah, well, this is pretty exciting for me."

"Me, too, Sweetie," she said. "Now, hit the shower."

I stood up and hugged her. This time, I let both of my hands grab onto her ass-cheeks, and pulled her body into mine. She moaned and ground her vulva into my erection, then put her hands on my shoulders, gave me a little kiss, and pushed me away. "Off with you," she said.

I grabbed the now lukewarm coffee and walked to the bathroom.

***

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were the same: my beautiful naked mother entered my room at 6:00 AM, carrying a washcloth and the little bottle of Astroglide. She pulled sheet down to uncover my nude body, and applied the filmy liquid to my cock and balls. If I wasn’t already hard, she played with my penis until it was fully erect, then lovingly and expertly jacked me off until I erupted hard. I couldn’t believe my good luck!

I desperately wanted to caress her tits, play with her pussy, and more, but I was afraid that if I did, it would shock her and put an end to my fun.

On Friday morning she came in at the usual time, naked, but without the washcloth and Astroglide. Shit! Had she decided that jacking off her own boy was wrong? My hard-on was aching for her touch.

"Mom?" I said.

She smiled. "Don’t worry, Sweetie, I’m still going to take care of you. I just thought we’d do it a little differently today, if that’s OK."

She pulled the sheet and knelt between my legs, taking my raging erection into her hand.

"Are you going to jack me off dry?" I said.

"Not exactly." And with that, she bent down and took the head of my cock into her sweet mouth.

"Oh god, Mom!" I moaned. I watched as her head bobbed down, engulfing maybe half of my penis, then back up again, then down and up again several times. She tongued me all over, wetting my entire shaft, then took me back into her mouth and bobbed her head all the way down until my entire 8 inches were in her mouth, and her lips were against my pubic bone. My own mother was
deep-throating me. I can’t describe how good it felt.

"Mom, your mouth feels so good on my cock!"

Her answer was a moan. She began to suck me off in earnest: while her head bobbed quickly up and down, her lips created a strong vacuum that intensified the feeling. Then she encircled the base of my penis with one hand and used it to follow her lips up and down. She was working every part of my dick all of the time,
and it did the trick. I felt the tingle start.

"Mom, watch out, I’m gonna cum soon!" I expected her to pull her head away, but instead she moaned again and began sucking me harder and faster. I exploded into her mouth.

"Aaaaaaah! God, Mom!!" I began my usual bucking, and she put a hand on my abdomen to hold me down. Her mouth never left my cock, and I knew that she was swallowing my cum. No girl had ever done that for me, but my own sweet mother was doing it now. My orgasm finally subsided, and I stopped bucking.

"Ohhh," I said.

Mom pulled her mouth away from my dick and looked at me, and I could see a little trail of my cum dribbling down from her lower lip. As we looked at each other, her tongue flicked out and captured the cum droplet. She moved it around in her mouth for a moment, savoring it, then she swallowed. I shivered a little, and she smiled at me.

"Like it?" she said.

"Are you kidding, Mom? Can we do that every day?

She laughed. "Could be," she said. Then she bent down and licked up some of the cum that had continued dribbling out of my cock-head, and swallowed that, too. She frowned up at me. "You’re still hard."

I reached down and gently grabbed under her arms, and pulled her up to lay on top of me, face to face. "It’s because you’re so beautiful Mom," I said. My left hand moved down to caress her naked ass as my right hand moved behind her head, and I pulled her down to kiss me. Her eyes closed as our lips met, and her lips parted as my tongue found hers. She moaned deep in her throat, and ground her pussy into my hard-on as we passionately French kissed.

Then her eyes flew open and she pulled away, as though she’d just woken up.

"Well, umm... that was nice! I guess... I guess we should get you off to school now, heh heh." She stood up. "I sort of forgot to make coffee; I’ll do that while you shower."

I stood up too. "Mom, did I do something wrong?"

"No, Sweetie, I just... we have to be careful is all. Do you understand?"

"Sure, Mom, I guess," I said. What I understood was that although she was willing to get me off, she didn’t want it going any farther than that. She had drawn the line, but was maybe having a bit of a hard time staying on her side of it.

I moved to her and engulfed her in a hug, making sure that my erection pressed into her vulva again. I grabbed her ass and pulled her body into me, moving my hips a little so that my penis would rub against her pussy. "I love you, Mom," I said as I bent to kiss her. Once again, her eyes closed and her lips parted and we ground against each other as we frenched.

She moaned and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against her as she moved her own hips to increase the rubbing contact against my rock hard dick. I knew then that she would let me bend her over the bed and fuck her, and I knew exactly how wonderful that would feel. But I didn’t want to be the one to cross her line. I pulled away, and she opened her eyes.

"Rick?" she said.

"I’ll go take that shower now, Mom," I said. "I love you."

"Oh, I love you too, Sweetie." She smiled at me.

I slowly walked through the door and down the hall, hoping she would call me back to her, but she didn’t.

***

On Saturday Mom let me sleep in, but I was awake by 6:00 anyway, my body in need of my mother’s touch. I got up and messed around until 9:00, then went into the kitchen for some coffee. Mom was already there, dressed in linen shorts and a white cotton halter top.

"Morning, Baby," she said. Then she grinned at me. "It’s going to be a beautiful sunny day, and I thought I’d work on my all-over tan. Wanna join me?"

"Umm... honestly, Mom, I’m not so sure," I said.

"C’mon, Sweetie, like I said, it’s good for the soul. You’ve got to try it at least once."

"Well... okay."

So I went to my room, got naked, wrapped myself in a big beach towel, and walked through the sliding glass door off the breakfast nook to join my mom out on the patio. Our house is on a cul-de-sac and has a good sized backyard with a patio, a small pool, and several large trees with bushes and flowers between them. Because of the curve of the cul-de-sac, the neighboring houses are offset and our fenced backyard is very private.

Mom arranged two chaise lounges next to each other, and then removed her towel, revealing her beautiful nude body. She put the towel on her lounge and laid face down on top of it. "Ahhh," she said. Then she looked up at me expectantly.

What the hell, I thought. I took off my towel and laid face down, too.

"There," Mom said. "Doesn’t the sun feel good on your naked bum?"

"Yeah, I have to admit that it does."

Mom reached under her lounge and pulled out a bottle of lotion. She squirted some onto her hands and rubbed it onto my back, my legs, and my ass. "We can’t have you burning that fine little butt of yours," she said.

"You think my butt is nice?" I asked.

She stopped rubbing it and looked into my eyes. "Rick, you have the nicest body I’ve ever seen, and I’m not saying that just because I’m your mom. You have a gorgeous body, you big hunk!" She slapped my ass to make her point, then handed me the lotion.

"Now me," she said, laying back down.

"You want me to put this on you?" I asked. Stupidly.

"Yes, dummy, I don’t want to burn my fine little butt either."

I trembled a little as I squirted lotion onto my hands, then massaged it into her back. She sighed as I worked on her shoulders, then moved down to her middle back. My hands lingered over her breasts, which were smushed against the towel and sort of pushed out on either side of her. "We don’t want these to burn either, right?" I said.

"Nope, sure don’t!" she answered. I spent as much time fondling her breasts as I dared, then moved on to her lower back. I got more lotion and began to work it into her tight little ass cheeks, and she sighed again. As I moved further down she parted her legs a little and I had a beautiful view of her bare pussy mound. Was I supposed to put lotion there, too? I didn’t know, so to
stall for time I stroked lotion into one fine, toned leg, and then into the other. Down and back up, one hand on each side of the leg. As I slowly moved up each leg, my inner hand would brush up against her pussy, and she would give a little shiver, but she didn’t say anything.

Emboldened, I squirted a little more lotion onto my hand, then placed it gently onto her pussy mound and began to rub.

"Uhhn," she said, but nothing else. Her pussy was wet, so I knew that she was horny. I rubbed harder, up and down her pussy lips, and lingered over her clit.

"Mmmmm," she said, and propped her butt up a little higher to give me better access. I gave up all pretense of spreading lotion, and started rubbing her clit directly.

"Oh, Rick," she said. As I continued to stroke her clit, I wiped the lotion off of my other hand and slowly inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy.

"God," she said, and began grinding her mound against my hands. "Faster and deeper," she said, and I complied.

By this time my cock was hard as granite and dripping pre-cum onto my mom’s butt. Again, I knew instinctively that I could mount her right there, and I wanted to do that in the worst way, but I was scared to go that far over the line.

"Rick! Ohhh... OH! God, aaaaahhh!!" Mom’s body tensed and her moan became almost a scream as she climaxed. "Ahhh, AHHH, Oh god, oh, oh, AHHHH!!" A little stream of cum shot out of her pussy and onto my hands. I hadn’t known that women could do that!

I slowed down, but continued to gently stroke her clit and pussy lips. First her body began to relax as she came down off her orgasm, but then it tensed again and I felt her vagina tighten around my fingers. My mom was having another orgasm! This time, she bucked like crazy and really did scream a little. My hands were dripping with her juices, and the towel beneath her was soaked.

As she came down from it, I removed my hands from her pussy and gently stroked her back. She looked around at me, and I was surprised to see tears streaming down her face.

"Mom? Are you OK?"

"Wonderful!" she said. "Oh, Rick, that was... certainly the best suntan lotion application I’ve ever had. I’m sorry about... all the noise and stuff."

"I enjoyed it a lot, Mom." I touched her pussy again, and she shivered. Then I brought my hand, covered in her juices, up to my nose. Mom watched as I inhaled her wonderful scent, then, one by one, put each finger in my mouth and sucked her delicious moisture off.

She shivered again as she watched me, then pushed me face-up onto my own lounge.

"Sweetie," she said with a smile, "I think it’s time to do your front."

***

I fell asleep shortly after Mom finished sucking me off. I awoke to the sound of a female gasp of surprise. Was somebody there with me? Afraid to move, I opened my eyes and looked through my dark sunglasses to see a young neighborhood girl staring at me through our sliding glass door, her mouth making a little ‘O’ of
surprise.

"What is it, Jenny?" I heard my Mom say from the living room. Jenny didn’t answer; she just continued to stare at my naked backside. Mom joined her at the window and smiled.

"Oh, I’m so sorry, Jenny. I’d totally forgotten that Rick is out there getting some sun. Do you want me to wake him up and have him put something on?"

Little Jenny never looked away from my body. "Uh... no, that’s okay," she said.

Mom looked at her, then at me. "Are you sure, Honey? Can you still help me clean up here with a naked boy asleep in the backyard?"

"Uh... sure! I was just a little surprised, but really it’s okay, Mrs. Johnson."

"All right, Jenny. Why don’t you start on this big window while I run down to the ATM to get some money to pay you with? I’ll be back in a little while."

"You got it, Mrs. J!" Jenny was recovering her cool.

After Mom left, I watched as Jenny slowly washed the inside of the big sliding glass windows. She must have done a crappy job, because her eyes never left my ass. The whole thing had given me a hard-on, and I decided to give her a good show. While she watched, I pretended to move around a little bit in my sleep, then turned over to lie on my back, with my head angled enough so
that I could continue to watch Jenny surreptitiously from behind my shades.

Jenny gasped. My erection was standing proud and high, sticking up in the air over my stomach. With the sun directly overhead, and Jenny only ten feet away on the other side of the big window, I knew she had an excellent view. I wanted to grab myself and start jacking, but I didn’t think I could get away with going
that far.

While I watched, Jenny slowly slid the screen door open and crept onto the patio. She walked to the side of my lounge, then knelt down next to me. Her face was maybe six inches from my cock, which was bouncing up and down a little bit in time with my heartbeats. Jenny licked her lips nervously and looked around.

"Rick?" she whispered. "Rick, are you awake?" She put her hand on my thigh, so close to my cock and balls. "Rick?"

I moved a little and tried to make breathing sounds like I was asleep. Emboldened, Jenny slowly moved her other hand onto my rigid prick. I couldn’t help moaning a little, and Jenny started. I moved around some more and settled again, trying to convince her that I was still asleep.

After remaining motionless for a minute, Jenny began inspecting my body in earnest. First her tiny hands played with my rock hard penis, moving up and down and around the shaft, and moving the skin around. Then she became fascinated with my ball sack, playing with the loose skin and moving each testicle around a little. Then back to my penis. I wondered if I was the first
guy she had seen naked, or maybe just the first guy with a hard-on.

Finally, she encircled the shaft with both little hands and clumsily began to jack me off. I didn’t want her to stop, but I figured that she’d be suspicious if I didn’t wake up now. I moaned, "That feels good," and put my hand on her back. "Jenny? What are you doing?" I took off my sunglasses and looked at her.

Her little hands stopped moving, and she looked at me in sudden fright. "I’m sorry, Rick. I just... I wanted to see the stuff come out."

"The stuff? You mean, my cum?"

"Yeah, I wanted to see your cum, Rick."

It was so sexy hearing those words come out of a little girl’s mouth. "Have you ever seen it before?" I asked.

"No. I’ve seen my mom and dad naked and making out before, but not close up." Her hands started moving on me, and I moaned again. "Let me make you cum, okay, Rick?"

"Okay, Jenny," I said. I reached down and showed her how to hold me for the greatest effect, and what rhythm to use as she jacked me off. When she got going right, her hands started making a familiar slap-slap-slap sound.

"Is this right, Rick?" she asked.

"It’s perfect, Jenny. It feels great. You’re a natural. I’m going to cum in no time."

She smiled at the compliment, then looked down at my dick. What’s this stuff?"

I looked down to see that pre-cum was streaming from the tip of my cock onto my abs. "It’s called pre-cum, and a guy’s dick always makes some when he gets excited. Grab some of it onto your fingers, and use it to lube up my dick."

She grabbed a big wad of my pre-cum and rolled it onto my shaft. It felt so good that I moaned yet again. She continued jacking me off with one hand as she raised the other hand first to her nose to smell my juice, then to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and tasted my pre-cum. I thought I was gonna cum then and there!

"Salty," she said. "But good." She started jacking me hard again using both hands. I felt the tingle start.

"Jenny, you’re doing real good. I’m about to cum."

She quickly moved her head directly over the tip of my penis, so as not to miss the show. Part of me wanted to warn her about how far my cum would shoot, but a bigger part of me wanted to see this happen.

"I’m cumming, Jenny, I’m cumming! Right now!! Aaaagh!!" My body started bucking and I watched as the first ropy wad of my cream shot directly into Jenny’s face. She gasped in surprise and pulled her head back, but not far enough: the second spurt of my cum landed right in her open mouth!

She’s a trooper, though; she never stopped jacking me off. What a sight for a horny young teenager: a pretty little girl, both small hands working up and down my spurting prick, and a big wad of my cum slowly dripping down her forehead and cheek.

"Ith’s in my mouf, Rick!" My body was still bucking and I was straining to get the most pleasure out of my orgasm, but I fought to keep my eyes on her face and was rewarded by seeing her swallow a big mouthful of my jism!

Finally, my climax was over, and I had to grab Jenny’s hands to stop her from continuing to jack me off. "It’s too sensitive right after I cum," I said.

"Oh, sorry Rick," said Jenny. She sat back on her heels.

"Umm... you’ve got some on your face," I said.

"Oh." As I watched, Jenny used a finger to wipe my cum off of her cheek and forehead, then popped it into her mouth and sucked it down!

"How does it taste, Jenny?"

"I like it!" she said. "You’ve never tried it?"

"No," I said, taken aback. "That would be kinda gay, I think."

"Who’s gonna know?" she said. Then she scooped a little cum from my stomach and held her finger in front of my mouth. "Try it," she said.

So I did. I wrapped my lips around her finger, sucked, and pulled my head back. Her finger made a little popping sound when it left my lips, and I had some of my own cum in my mouth.

"How does it taste?" she asked.

I rolled it around in my mouth and swallowed. "Salty, and kind of slimey, but okay, I guess."

"I like it," she said again, and then bent down and started licking the rest of my cum off my abs, my balls, and my cock. By the time she was done, I was rock hard again.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

I looked at her, and over her shoulder I saw my mom watching us from the window. Shit, how long had she been there?

"Umm... not right away," I said. "You’d better do some cleaning before my mom comes home." Hearing that line, my mom hustled back into the living room and out the front door.

"Okay, Rick, but I want to do this again with you!" Jenny scampered back inside, just as my mom ‘came home.’

"I’m back!" said Mom. "How’s the cleaning going?"

"Fine, Mrs. J!"

"Oh, I see that Rick flipped over onto his back. Are you still okay with the nudity?"

"Sure, no problem," said Jenny.

Mom smiled at her, then pointed at her cheek. "You’ve got something there on your face, dear. Let me." Mom wiped the last trace of my cum from Jenny’s cheek as Jenny turned bright red from embarrassment. "Some kind of cleaning gook, I guess," said my mom, still smiling.

"Yeah, I guess," mumbled Jenny, looking at the floor.

My mom looked at me and, as I watched, she sensuously licked my cum from her finger. My mouth dropped open, and my hard-on raged.

Mom smiled. "Well," she said, "I’m going to go wake up my boy. I don’t want him getting too much sun out there." She came outside and pretended to shake me awake. "You’re insatiable," she whispered. "And that girl is only 12 years old!"

"It just kind of happened, Mom," I whispered, feeling guilty.

"I understand, really I do. I was young once, too," Mom said. Now get up and get inside; you really will get burned if you stay out here much longer." She pulled me up off the lounge and pushed me towards the house.

"Shouldn’t I cover up?" I said, pointing to the towel.

"Why?" said Mom. "Jenny’s pretty much ‘seen’ everything already, right?" Jenny looked up at the mention of her name, and stared at me standing there stark naked.

"Right, I guess so," I said, and walked into the house past Jenny, my hard-on bouncing in front of me. As I walked down the hall, I heard my Mom say, "So, Jenny, do you want to help me clean every weekend?"

"Sure, Mrs. J! And, umm, if it’s okay, I’ve got some friends who might like to play, er, clean here, too."

"We’ll see, Jenny," said my mom. "We’ll see."

***

Later that afternoon, I was lying on the bed reading when my mom came in, sat on the bed, and began unfastening my shorts. "Mom?" I said.

She smiled at me as she pulled my shorts down, exposing my cock. "Honey, after what I saw this morning, I realized that you need more than our usual once-a-day ‘treatment.’" She immediately bent down and took my entire soft cock into her mouth.

I quickly hardened as she worked on me, and in no time at all she had me moaning and bucking on bed and shooting my cum into her soft, warm mouth. She looked up at me and let her mouth open a little, and I could see that she was swirling a mouthful of my cum around with her tongue. She closed her eyes and swallowed, then licked her lips and looked at me and smiled.

"God, Mom, thanks!" I said. "But..."

"But what, Sweetie?"

"It’s just not as much fun when you’re dressed. I really like looking at your body."

"Oh. Well, I can fix that pretty fast." She stood up, shucked off her clothes, then laid back down next to me. I turned to spoon into her, and she pushed her butt back against me.

"Rick, I want you to know that any time you want me to get you off, I’ll be there for you. Hand job, blow job, or more. As many times a day as you need."

For the first time I reached around her and put my hands over her beautiful tits. My cock started to harden again.

"Mmmm, nice!" she said. She snuggled back even tighter against me, pressing my cock against her ass crack. I played with both of her tits, paying special attention to her hard nipples. One of my hands moved down and began gently stroking her pussy lips. She moaned and ground her ass against my hard cock.

"Mom, it’s okay for me to be touching you like this, right?"

She sighed, then turned in bed to face me. "No, Sweetie. None of what we’ve been doing lately is right."

"But I just meant..."

"I know, but let me explain. What we’ve been doing is called ‘incest.’ Do you know that word?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Our society believes that incest is wrong, mostly because bad things can happen when close family members have children together."

"I know," I said. "We learned that in school."

"Also, people are afraid that if parents and their kids have sex, it’ll mess up the kids’ heads."

"That won’t happen to me, Mom."

"I know, Rick. You’re a lot like me."

I waited.

"I haven’t always been an old fuddy-duddy, kid."

"Mom, you’re not!"

"Just hear me out. I first started having sex when I was Jenny’s age. I loved it, and I couldn’t get enough. Your old mom is a bit of a nympho, Sweetie. I had to have it all the time." Mom frowned. "After your father died, I pushed my sex drive down deep into a part of me that I’ve kept locked up for four years. But seeing your beautiful naked body and your big fat hard cock
unlocked that part of me, Rick."

I was a little shocked by all of this. Also, I’d never heard my mom say, "Cock" before, or anything stronger than the occasional, "Oh, shit!" when something really bad happened.

"I woke up a little at a time. First, you showed off that gorgeous body to me every morning, and I told myself that it was okay and healthy. Then you wanted to see me naked, and I convinced myself that that was okay, too. Then when I caught you masturbating, I really wanted to do it for you and you made that easy for me. Just a mother who loves her son and wants to
give him some relief and pleasure – nothing wrong with that, right?"

"You bet, Mom!"

"But I’ve always loved sucking cock, so I just had to have yours in my mouth. It was easy to rationalize moving from jerking you off to sucking down your jism: same result, only we were both getting what we wanted, you see?"

"Sure, Mom." Her dirty talk was really turning me on.

She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Today when you made me cum out on the patio, though, it became clear to me that what I really want is for you to fuck me. I need your big thick cock deep down inside of me, and I need it now. Can you do that, Sweetie? Can you fuck your mother without screwing up
your psyche?"

"Oh Mom..." I rolled onto her and kissed her deeply and passionately. "I’ve been desperate to fuck you for so long, but I’ve been afraid to even touch you!"

She kissed me and held me to her. "Don’t be afraid, Rick. You can touch me anywhere, and do anything you want to me. But right now, I need you inside me." She reached between us and grabbed my hard-on, and positioned the head of it against her very wet pussy lips. "Have you made love before, Sweetie?"

I was trembling as I felt her lubing my rod with her pussy juices. "Sure, Mom, a few times, but... I’m afraid I’m not very good at it."

She chuckled. "Oh, trust me, you’ll be fine. And we’ll both get better with practice. And, we’ll be practicing quite a lot, I think. I have to warn you, though: I’m a bit of a screamer, and I might bite and I might scratch a little. I sort of go a little crazy when I fuck. Ready?" As she said this, she pushed up a little bit, and the head of my dick pushed between the soft, wet folds of her pussy lips. We both grunted at the same time.

"Oh, yeah!" I said. I think I might have yelled it. "God, Mom, you’re so tight... tighter than Cindy!"

"That’s nothing," she said. "Hang on..." She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down onto her, and my full 8 inches plunged into her cunt.

The feeling was indescribable. She was so tight that my entire dick felt encased in a hot, slick vise. She started a low moan that quickly rose in volume and pitch. I could feel her vaginal muscles rippling around me. She started bucking and her head thrashed back and forth. It felt like my mom was cumming, and I hadn’t
even started moving yet!

"Mom, are you all right?" I said.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were beginning to tear up, and her breathing was ragged and shallow. "Yes," she panted, "I am." She grabbed my ass harder. "Now, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Sweetie!" I started moving my hips, slowly working up to a good rhythm. "No, goddammit! FUCK ME!!" She started bucking her hips up to meet mine, twice as fast as I was moving.

I got the idea. I started moving faster, really slamming into her, pistoning my cock in and out, grinding my pubic bone against hers as I bottomed out against her cervix. All the while I could feel her vagina contracting around my cock, and her juices spurting out, coating me. The vise-like feeling increased, and I didn’t know how long I could hold out, but I kept slamming into her. Sweat began to drip from my forehead onto her face.

"Yes, YES!!" she screamed. "GOD, OH GOD RICK!! FUCK ME BABY, FILL UP MY CUNT, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!! OH GOD, OHGODOHGOD, AAAAAAGH!!!" Her vocalization was constant now, a mixture of moaning, screaming, and filthy talk, and her fingernails dug into my back. I couldn’t believe that this woman was my own, sweet mother! "SUCK MY TITS, BABY, OH PLEASE, BITE MY NIPPLES!!"

I sucked and nibbled both of her nipples as I continued pounding into her, and then finally felt the approach of my own orgasm.

"Mom, I’m going to cum." I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me to her.

"NO!! Don’t you dare pull out, DON’T YOU DARE! I need to feel you cum inside of me, Rick, I need it!!" She wrapped her legs tightly around me and began to buck up against me even faster, milking my dick, willing me to cum.

"OK, Mom, here it is... right now... Unngh. Ahhh! AHHH!! Oh god, Mom! OHHHH!! I’M CUMMING!!" I closed my eyes and rode the waves of my orgasm. I know that there’s really just a little fluid in an ejaculation, but it felt as though I were pumping quarts of jism into my Mom. The sensation was incredible; I almost
passed out from the pleasure of it.

"YES, BABY, YES!!" she screamed. "CUM FOR MOMMY!! CUM WITH ME, BABY!! OH, GOD, YES, I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING INSIDE ME!!!"

Finally we were both spent. She stopped bucking against me, and I collapsed on top of her. We were both breathing raggedly, and with my chest pressed up against her sweaty tits, I could feel both of our hearts beating a mile a minute. Mom slowly regained her composure, and her eyes focused up onto mine.

"Oh, Rick, Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to let myself go crazy like that. Did I hurt you at all?"

"No Mom."

"I know I was screaming for a while. Did I say anything too shocking?"

"It was... different. But I liked it. I liked making you do it, Mom. Umm... did I make you cum?"

She burst into laughter. I thought she was laughing at the thought that I’d be good enough to bring her to orgasm. My face burned, and I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed me and forced me to stay deep inside of her.

"Sweetie, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. You were, in a word, magnificent! You’re a wonderful lover. I’m laughing because I started cumming the second you jammed your cock into me, and I didn’t stop until you came, too, and stopped moving. That’s just the way I’m built. When I make love, I can’t stop cumming until I
feel my lover’s cream spurt inside of me. Weird, huh?"

I kissed her. "Not weird, Mom. Great. It’s excellent that you can cum like that. I loved feeling it, and hearing it, and knowing that I was doing it to you."

"You don’t mind the screaming, Sweetie?"

"No, Mom, it’s a serious turn-on. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again."

"Great, Baby!" Her hand moved between us and encircled the base of my cock, and she started moving her hips. "How about right now?"

"Wow, Mom. And you called ME insatiable!"

"Oh, that reminds me, Sweetie. Jenny and I had a little talk today. She understands that she can’t let any adults know what you did this morning. In return for that, I’m letting her bring two girlfriends over tomorrow to, uh, ‘sunbathe’ with you. OK?" She smiled sweetly up at me, but her smile was replaced with a
gasp and a moan as I started moving in and out of her again.

"Sure, Mom," I said as I pumped her hard. "Maybe I’ll let them put some lotion on my ass."

Mom started cumming and thrashing around again. "Yeah, oh, YEAH RICK, POUND ME!! POUND THAT FAT COCK INTO ME!!
SQUIRT YOUR CUM INTO MOMMY LIKE YOU SQUIRTED IT INTO
JENNY’S MOUTH, LIKE YOUR GONNA SQUIRT IT IN THEIR FACES
TOMORROW WHILE I WATCH, OH GOD, BABY, FUCK ME HARD!!!"

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     He smiled at the irony of so seemingly happy a picture.

     Not six months since his wife kicked him out of the matrimonial bedroom and Melody's only conversation with her father was when she needed him to pay for repairs to the Viper or whatever bills had accrued at the stables. Just seventeen and she had her mother's bitchiness down pat, with every indication of surpassing her in that regard.

     Little wonder he had immersed himself in his research. Molecular structures, DNA helixes and amino acids neither spent his money or undermined his self-esteem. Unlike his wife, they allowed him to do what he liked with them!

     He gazed at the small vial on the left of his desk. Containing some one-fifty cc of colorless liquid, it was part of a flask containing the bulk of the serum he and his staff had prepared the previous day and which now was locked securely away in the adjoining laboratory cool-room.

     Doctor Wilson had spent the last six months working on genetic ovarian disorders and associated infertility problems, commissioned on behalf of the State Medical Board. His work in principle was to study the effects of chromosomal abnormalities and to chemically engineer a re-agent that might artificially increase FSH (follicle-stimulating hormone) levels. Without invoking an excess of medical terminology here, let it simply be stated that Doctor Wilson discovered that the controlled introduction of clomiphene citrate into a previously unfertile ovum not only significantly raised localised FSH levels but had led to a physiological change in the cellular structure itself that appeared to render the oocyte (egg) now fully fertile. Pretty much the equivalent of a moon-landing in layman's terms!

      It was certainly reason enough to stop-by Oscar's bar on the way home. If he didn't deserve a martini for his efforts- who did?

    "Better take the vial, just to be on the safe side," he reasoned, and thus scooping it up, placed it carefully inside the zip-pouch in his document case.

     Selecting a private booth at the far end of Oscar's, he was barely into his second dry martini, when a young girl sitting alone in the booth next to him, and who he assumed would need valid id to even buy cigarettes at the local tobacco stand, turned around and asked if he had a light. Even in the ten seconds or so it took him to apologise, telling her he didn't smoke, he noticed the somewhat attractive girl's dilated pupils, unhealthy pallor and generally agitated state. Either 'Crack' or 'Speed' he figured.

     At that moment his cell rang. It was Denise. Depressing the call button, all he could make out was garbled static. Having by necessity to make it to the sidewalk to engender a better degree of reception, it was hardly worth the effort. Other than demanding to know where he was and when he'd be home, she had nothing to say. Flipping the lid of the cell, he smiled wryly to himself. A passing shower was creating artistic patterns against the far street light as the scarcely dampening rain appeared to fall in slow motion.

     Not ten feet from the booth and his peristaltic rate hit overdrive. No longer was his document case resident on the seat where he had left it momentarily. Equally unattended was the adjoining booth he noted. Looking around wildly - there was no trace of either the case or Miss quick-fix. Other patrons, fully engaged in conversation, their alcoholic support, or blissful daydreams...had seen nothing. The barman "thought" he might have seen the girl leaving from the rear entrance carrying 'something' but he couldn't be sure.

     Exiting the fire-door, he found himself in a dingy alleyway littered with trash-cans and piles of rubbish. Half-expecting to come across Steven Seagal kicking the bejesus out of some street gang, he almost suffered cardiac arrest when a monstrous stray cat hissed at him from atop a dumpster.

     The drizzle had pretty much subsided although the walkway was still slippery and the general atmosphere of his surroundings something less than enervating. Up ahead just inside a dank and unlit doorway he caught sight of some movement.

     Drawing level with the niche, all he could see was a pair of slim calves, patent black leather girl's shoes and the barest hint of what looked like a cerise colored skirt. It was enough. He had seen them before.

      Even as he inclined his head towards the doorway he heard a muffled "Ohh, unreal!!"

     Someone a couple of floors up switched on their bedroom light. It was enough to penetrate the girl's place of concealment. His document case lay there, forced open on the top step, while the girl lay slumped almost provocatively against the weather-beaten door that looked as if it hadn't been opened since Mrs O'Leary's cow had showed its distaste for lanterns. Beside her lay one of his syringes - and an empty small glass vial.

    "Jesus girl...what have you done?" he muttered, leaning over her. From what he could see, she didn't look to be suffering any physically noticeable ill-effects at this stage.

    "Needed a high," she giggled, "What is that stuff anyway?"

    "Nothing that's gonna get you high young lady," he replied, regathering his possessions swiftly.

    "Oh I don't know," she giggled even louder, "Would you like to kiss me?"

     The light was just sufficient to let him re-acquaint his eyes with what he had already seen in the bar. Nice fitting top which advertised more than it concealed. Slim hips and sculptured legs exiting that tight little skirt that are strictly the domain of teenage girls. If anything her face was prettier than on last inspection and those lightly glossed lips definitely an improvement on Denise's early seventies vintage. What cretin wouldn't want to take up such an offer?

     He inclined his head to kiss her but was totally unprepared for the ensuing physical assault.

     One arm around his neck and the other grasping at his jacket, she pulled him to her with such intent that he fell prostrate across her. Not that this was any great hardship, the sensation of her firm young breasts up against his chest could even have been described as vaguely pleasurable.

     Her mouth sought his own like a tigress.

    "Fuck me....please fuck me," she more or less begged, spreading her legs beneath him to the extent that particular skirt allowed. He felt her trying to tug the hem up with one hand even as she wailed her desire.

     Breaking off the kiss, he managed to evade her clutches and stood up panting...half with exertion and half with enforced arousal himself.

    "Best you go home miss," he stammered, not wanting to play the lead in a protracted rape case. "This is hardly the neighborhood for a young girl to be hanging out in at this time of night.

    "Oh please....you have to fuck me," she was half sobbing, her skirt now crumpled indecently up around her hips. He was unable to wrench his eyes from her right hand, up now between her legs and rubbing her pussy hard through those rather skimpy light blue briefs. Spreading her legs wider than ever. She suddenly held her panties to one side.

    "Do you think I'm sexy?" she pleaded, exposing her teenage cleft to his gaze, surrounded as it was by trimmed, yet obviously moist, light brown pubic hair. She brought the other hand up between her legs now pushing an index finger deep inside her vagina as he stared dry-mouthed at the unfolding scene..

     This had to be a side-effect of the serum he pondered - uncontrolled sexual arousal. Perhaps some brief field-research was indicated here.

    "You have a name sweetheart?" he asked her

    "Julie," she replied, her hips beginning to wriggle suggestively on the step as she continued to finger herself deeply. "Oh please mister, fuck me, I need it badly, you have to do it to me."

     So obscenely spread was the girl, that he could see her vagina was lubricated in the extreme, juices running down her fingers in rivulets. "On heat" did not adequately cover the situation he saw before him.

    "Show me your breasts Julie and I'll think about it?" he whispered softly.

     In less time than it would take to order a Big Mac with fries, the girl pulled her top up and wriggled out of it. It wasn't a warm night either he noted. Seizing her bra straps she then pulled them down her shoulders exposing both breasts to his not disinterested gaze.

     Staring at those most beautiful mounds, much the same size as his own daughter's he chastised himself for imagining, her pretty nipples stood out, the proudest of sentinels on night duty.

    "Come on, I've shown you my tits...now fuck me would you? I just can't wait much longer." As she spoke, she re-commenced fingering herself wildly.

    "One last request Julie," he could barely bring himself to utter the words... "take your clothes off and get down on all fours for me."

    Not even bothering to check whether anyone was coming, the girl stood up, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Slipping both hands inside the waistband of her panties she wriggled out of them, kicking off her shoes in the process. Completely naked now, she gingerly descended the four stone steps and kneeling in the laneway, seemingly oblivious to the puddles of water, wriggled her teenage butt at him as she got down in as compromising a position as ever a girl can be.

     Assuring himself there was no likelihood of imminent discovery, he got down behind her, only then realising that beneath his own trousers was a caged serpent of hitherto unexperienced solidarity.

     Foreplay was not on the agenda. She wanted to be fucked and that's precisely what he did to her.

     Had Sixty Minutes been in the vicinity, they would have picked up the exclusive of the decade...perhaps the century! That no-one came along was just good fortune. Reaching a shared orgasm in something less than ninety seconds he wasn't even surprised when whimpering with lust almost, she got down on her forearms and presented her curvy rear-end as the designated target for the second-wave assault.

     Despite never having had any inclination for the 'alternative channel' he acquitted himself admirably in filling her back-up portal while she gasped and wriggled in obvious pleasure, mud and dirt from the road adorning her legs and arms by this stage.

     To his eternal disbelief, the girl then turned around, splaying herself lewdly on her back mid lane-way, pleading with him to fuck her again. So wide were her legs, an Indian elephant would have been in there with a chance.

     Unable at this juncture to be physically capable of continuing the treatment, however pleasant the prospect, he ignored her pitiful demands and moved across to the sidewalk with the intention of retrieving the girl's clothes.

     Right that moment a battered old Riviera cruised past the end of the alleyway.

    "What the fuck?" emanated from the driver's passenger side as backing-up hastily, four large youths debarked from the beat-up vehicle. Thinking naturally enough that street justice was about to catch up with him, he grabbed his document case and hightailed it westwards back up the alleyway.

     Just before turning the corner, he glanced back over his shoulder to judge how long he had to live and was beyond amazed to discern no followers. He leaned up against the wall, capturing his breath. All four of the car's occupants he could see were gathered around the spreadeagled girl, one kneeling now between her legs, the others doing something to her he just couldn't make out.

    "What uncommonly good luck" he muttered to himself - "for her too!"

** 

     Finding it hard to concentrate on much other than young Julie getting down and dirty in that alleyway, the Lexus ran at least two red lights on the way back to Madison Heights.

    "Took your sweet time," his wife greeted him as he waked into the kitchen. "And what the Hell happened to your suit? Its filthy!"

    "Long story Denise - nothing you'd want to hear about, trust me!" Putting the document case down on the bench-top near the servery, he figured a shower was what he needed more than anything right then.

     For once, the put-downs, conversational inanities and general disinterest shown him by his wife and daughter fazed him but little. The truth is, he had in mind an embryonic plan - one that might loosely be construed as long-overdue payback!

    "You seem distracted tonight James," his wife commented shortly before taking her leave of the dining room. He wondered if she wasn't somewhat irked at having failed to provoke him for the duration of supper.

    "Just got a lot on my mind at the moment Denise."

     He looked up as he spoke, but seeing little other than resigned indifference in her expression, finished off the remnants of the claret instead.

     The next day saw him wing-in to the laboratory with a new found zest for life. Even his staff noticed his changed demeanor - almost chatty as opposed to his normal controlled, if not clinical bedside manner.

    "What's with him?" said one young assistant to her co-worker. "Look's like he found a cure for hangovers."

     Fact is Dr Wilson was, for the first time in many years, actually looking forward to going home. Ensuring he was the last to leave, he paid one final visit to the cool room.

    "Veal Marsala?" he sniffed approvingly. "That definitely calls for a Bollinger Denise. What say I go crack a '74? I think we have a complete case of them in the cellar."

     His wife wouldn't have known a 1974 Bollinger from the 2006 house-white at the local Pizza Hut. So long as it sparkled, made her giggle and was served in an up-market piece of crystal, her needs were fulfilled.

     Having retrieved his bottle of choice, he popped the cork at the sink and while Denise busied herself with serving dinner, he retracted from his inside pocket a small glass vial, the contents of which he up-ended quickly into the Bollinger, having first poured his own glass. No sooner had he done this, than his daughter made an appearance from upstairs.

    "Oh, hello dad," said Melody, with less enthusiasm than a prisoner on death row about to tackle his last meal. "You're eating with us again tonight?"

    "Yeah honey," he replied. "We haven't really talked much as a family for a while, I thought we might do something about that?"

    "Right," she mumbled, staring at her mother, "Sounds like fun." He caught her momentarily rolling her eyes.

     Filling his wife's glass, he inclined the neck of the bottle towards his daughter, "You're not far off eighteen sweetheart, would you like a little champagne?"

     She was never going to say no, as he well knew!

     For several minutes no one spoke, just a few obligatory smiles all round as they all ate. Fully alert for the slightest deviation from the norm he regarded both mother and daughter with in-obvious watchfulness.

     When nothing appeared to be happening he was not only disappointed but baffled. Was it possible that taking the drug orally negated its effect and that to duplicate Julie's reaction, required intravenous delivery? Perhaps the effects he had witnessed in the alleyway last night had been due to other than the serum?

    "I don't believe this?" his daughter appeared to mumble, coloring up visibly as she laid down her fork suddenly.

    "Don't believe what sweetheart?" he enquired, glancing across at her nonchalantly.

    "Er, nothing dad," she replied. "Its OK, I'm just feeling really odd that's all."

     He was about to ask 'in what way?' when his wife put her glass of wine down and none too steadily at that. In not far short of a giggle, she looked across at James and shocked both herself and her daughter by announcing to the world, "Gotta be honest Melody, your dad's a pretty cool guy doncha think?"

     In other circumstances Doctor Wilson might have punched the air, as it was, he simply offered up a silent prayer of gratitude.

    "Just a bit more champagne daddy?" Melody pleaded, looking at her father with no expression he had ever seen before. He had no hesitation in filling her glass to the brim.

    "You trying to get our daughter drunk?" his wife half-slurred, quaffing the remnants of her own glass. "Not that I mind," she added, giggling uncontrollably now. "Come over here and give me a hug James."

     Almost as keen to research this medical phenomenon as he was determined to benefit from it, Doctor Wilson remained in his chair sipping his own wine, as he watched the women's behavioral disintegration.

    "I'd like a kiss too please daddy," his daughter demanded confidently. She hadn't, he recalled, referred to him as "daddy" since she was twelve...and now twice in three minutes.

     Making no move towards either, he sat there passively. "Beautiful meal Denise," he announced, making as if to leave the table. "I have to go to the study now and complete a paper I am delivering at the Research Council's brunch tomorrow." Then turning to his daughter, "And you sweetheart, had better go finish your school-work, don't you have your final exams in just a few weeks?"

    "No dad," she yelped, "Don't go yet....please!"

     This was the most fun he could remember having since that night he first brought Denise up to speed as to the primary function of a Pontiac's back seat, outside her parent's house at two in the morning on their second date.

     If he hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have believed it, but Melody was subconsciously undoing the top buttons of her school blouse, even as she spoke.

     Whether his wife was aware of this eventuality or not he couldn't say, she evidently had her own plan of action, judging by her decision to walk around the table and seat herself not three feet from his dinner plate, scattering condiments and table napkins alike.

    "C'mon James, I must have something that interests you surely?" So saying she began tugging the hem of her skirt upwards, wriggling about on the tablecloth as she did so."

    "Er, in front of our daughter Denise?" he enquired.

     His wife's spontaneous reply of "You can fuck Melody afterwards James, as much as you want," was not exactly what he was expecting, any more than his daughter's ensuing brief monologue.

    "Fuck me first daddy.....I know you've always wanted to!"

     Well she was right on that score he had to admit, but this was a situation to be handled somewhat diplomatically he felt.

    "Tell you what girls," he announced, "Show me your nipples first and we'll see what happens then, OK?"

     What followed was surely the realization of so many men's ultimate fantasies from time immemorial. A still youngish wife (Denise was only thirty eight) and teenage daughter hastily divesting themselves of their bras, fully willing to parade themselves topless for the unrestricted viewing pleasures to be had.

     Denise's breasts were still firm and inviting in the extreme, while his daughter's pink-tipped mounds, shunted his desire into overdrive. What he was experiencing between his legs suddenly, wasn't so much an erection as procreational gridlock.

     His wife, who having worked her skirt up around her hips now, was wriggling about on the table, seemingly uncaring that her panties were fully exposed to her young daughter as well as her husband.

    "Ohhh come on James, fuck me." She began rubbing herself across the face of her knickers - a woman ultimately on heat to be sure. If ever he had an opportunity to test the flexibility of the serum's mind control, this was it.

    "Go and take Melody's panties off then Denise and I'll fuck you." He grinned. "Just make sure you finger her for me too, alright?"

    Completely without the least inhibition, she eased herself off the table, walked over to Melody and dragging the girl's chair out a few feet, seemingly unconcerned by the sight of the teenager's bare breasts jiggling about in clear view of her father, knelt down between her legs. He noted also Melody's total lack of resistance as her mother reached up beneath her school-dress, took a hold of the waistband of her panties and proceeded to drag the skimpy little briefs past her knees and down her legs.

    "Hold your dress up Melody," she instructed her daughter, "Let your dad see your pussy?"

     With that she pushed her index finger very carefully up into her daughter's vagina and despite the girl's gasp of probable shock, began fingering her in and out which induced noticeable movement in the young girl's hips.

     Poor old Doctor Wilson had yet to aclimatize himself to the sight of his teen daughter's fully exposed pussy, framed as it was by light brown curls that just about seared his retinas with lustful appreciation.

    "Does that feel good?" she asked Melody, who nodded to her mother, spreading her legs noticeably to allow for even better access. "Play with your tits honey, it will make you feel even hornier," Denise added.

     Wanting desperately to extricate and soothe his swollen erection, he could but stare as his wife's open ministrations, brought his daughter to the edge of orgasmic release. Wriggling about in the chair, her eyes closed, she was cupping and rubbing her own breasts now, completely lost in the pleasures at hand.

    "Oh God mom," she announced suddenly as a violent orgasm took control of her small frame. Bucking wildly, she clutched at her own pussy even as her mother's fingers pushed her across the border.

      Doctor Wilson's mouth was dry, it was also gaping open!

    "We had an agreement I believe?" Denise had gotten to her feet and was now standing alongside his chair.

    "Well yes, of course darling," he replied. Any preferences?" he glanced towards the far stairs.

    "Just fuck me James...right here and now." So saying she lay back on the table right in front of him. She had her skirt back up around her hips in seconds.

    "What? in front of Melody?" he gasped, the thought of actually fucking his wife while his daughter watched, was nothing he figured, short of pure animalistic indulgence.

     Primed and ready to rumble, he stood up. Taking a hold of his wife's still slim legs - after all, two hundred thou a year buys a lot of quality time by way of personal trainers - he tugged her hips to the edge of the table before overseeing the swift removal of her panties. The expression on Melody's face was priceless but hardly one of disapproval he noted. She hadn't bothered to retrieve her undergarments either, which bode rather well for the immediate future he was thinking.

     Wriggling and desperate, Denise had her legs well spread for him. Just a matter of freeing up the enforcer and he was back ploughing his near-forgotten field of dreams. God, how long had it been?

     Although marginally less unhinged than had been Julie's little turn in the alleyway and this presumably, as she had ingested less concentrated a dose of the serum, his wife nevertheless was uninhibited to the point of begging aloud for him to fuck her harder, a task he was fully up to.

    "That is so hot daddy," Melody enunciated, thrusting a hand between her own legs, as she watched her father's assured progress. Debasing as the scenario might have been, the sight of an eight-inch penile ramrod sunk repeatedly to the hilt in her mom's vagina did have its arousing aspects for the young girl.

    "Oh God, fuck me harder James," Denise cried out, her arms scattering tableware and cutlery alike in her quest for pleasured release. Squeezing her breasts with callous indifference now, all he achieved was to raise further her erotic demands.

     Aware of his daughter's revealing masturbatory undertaking, was in no small way hyping his cause. The sight of her fingering herself to nirvana as he continued deep-fucking his near-naked wife's swollen vagina, was probably the reason he more or less exploded inside her right then - a release of near super-nova status.

    "Keep fucking me...don't stop," she cried out, even as her own body more or less imploded with the greatest orgasm she had yet experienced...and not a few of her extra-marital 'relationships' had notched up a few doozies let us be honest.

    "Ohhh mom," was all Melody had to contribute, then she too was transported down that orgasmic yellow brick road as every nerve ending from clitoris to nipple was sent into a tailspin of notable proportions.

    "I want to see you fuck Melody now James...please!" She was gradually easing herself upright, semen trickling forth from her abused and quite red vagina. She brought a hand up between her legs and felt the extent of the flow. It appeared to satisfy her.

     Turning to his daughter, he indicated her underclothing near the chair which she promptly retrieved and wriggled back into. That, he had to admit, was certainly no visual hardship either. With his erection barely at half-mast, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the lips. To say this fulfilled a long-time fantasy would be an understatement. It was the experience of a lifetime - which is why the second kiss was even more intense.

     From Melody's viewpoint, it was the hottest thing she had ever contemplated. Kissing her father passionately and any way you look at it - sexually, was an eventuality most seventeen year-olds can only dream about - well for those who might ponder such fun eccentricities.

     Reaching around behind her, Dr Wilson located the zipper and a couple of seconds later, the school-dress was at her feet, leaving his daughter standing there in just her bra and panties. Could life get better?

     Propelling her towards the far staircase, he was aware that his wife had eased herself off the table and was taking up the rear as they ascended the stairs. At the landing he took a hold of Melody's arm, "No not our room honey, dad wants to fuck his little girl in her own bedroom."

    "Oh OK daddy," she giggled. If Denise had any thoughts on the matter, she was keeping them to herself.

     Once inside the rather tastefully decorated room he gave his daughter a playful smack on her bottom that made her yelp.

    "Dad!" she cried out. "That's naughty,"

    "Well, that's what I'm here for?" he grinned at her. "Now get on the bed."

     With no obvious trepidation as to her immediate fate, the girl climbed on her bed and lay down on her back. 'Tempting' doesn't adequately cover it here. She was every father's most rampant and socially repressed fantasy.

    "No, not on your back sweetheart," he told her, "On all fours please."

     Compliantly, she got on her knees and facing the headboard, presented her father with, if not the curviest little rear-end in Madison Heights, certainly the most available.

    "Spank her James," his wife instructed, sitting herself down on the edge of the bed, idly smoothing her hands across her daughter's rear cheeks, who then gasped - either with embarrassment, shock or pleasure.....possibly all the above!

     Smiling inwardly, he told the girls to wait there momentarily while he retrieved their three glasses from downstairs. Whilst there of course, he refreshed their drinks from the now near-empty bottle. He wouldn't he knew, be needing a second.

    "I like the champagne dad," Melody giggled, taking up once more her provocative pose mid coverlet.

    "And I like your sexy little bottom sweetheart," he said giving her a reasonably hard smack across her panties." She gasped but made no attempt to remove herself from the playing field.

     Three smacks later and he was beginning to understand what was so sexy about spanking a teenage girl. The submissive aspect of the victim, the sexy contact with so naughty an area - having his wife endorsing his actions as she smiled lasciviously at seeing her daughter's punishment ....yeah he could definitely get to like this!

    "Just one more sweetheart," he muttered, "and this is for being such a little bitch to me all these years."

     So hard did he spank her, both legs buckled.

    "That really hurt dad," she whimpered, reaching around and patting her rear cheeks. Her panties had slipped progressively with each spank and that delightfully sexy cleft was now partially visible, as was a deal of bright red skin.

    "Take your panties off Melody," he ordered her.

     Obediently, the young girl reached behind her and tugged her sexy little red briefs down until her bottom was completely exposed. Then wriggling her hips until the material was even lower, she extricated one leg and then the other. It was just a matter of when he might actually suffer that inevitable coronary. How could any man, let alone father, look upon so arousing a scene without incurring total physical relapse?

    "I soo need you to fuck me daddy," she cried out, in sheer wanton need. Not at all what might be expected from such a hitherto good little Catholic girl, bitch or not.

     Almost transfixed by his daughter's rearward aspect, he couldn't decide which was the more arousing. Her completely exposed and obviously highly lubricated vaginal opening, or the sexy-as-all-hell pubic hair peeking out from between her legs. It had to be line-ball whichever way you went. The fact that no other male on the planet had ever been privy to Melody's procreative secrets just made it all the hotter.

    "You like me doing this sweetheart?" he whispered, cupping her pussy from underneath and allowing his fingers to then trace their way the full length of her seventeen-year old slit. He caught his wife's expression of lustful approval even as his fingers undertook the return trip.

     Melody was unable to prevent a cry of utter pleasure escaping those rather exquisitely shaped lips, "Oh God dad, do that again please...use two fingers this time!"

    "Play with her tits too James," Denise broke in. "Make her beg for it."

     So saying, she splayed her own legs to levels of extraordinary indecency, thus proceeding to tease her clitoris, replete in the knowledge that this was having the desired effect on both husband and daughter.

     Melody however was not short of sexual distractions herself. Shivering uncontrollably from her father's dexterous attentions to her pussy, not to mention having her breasts fondled and her nipples squeezed, the sight of her mother's lewd behavior in such close proximity, was adding to her complete disorientation.

     Probably unaware that she now had her bottom arched upwards like the most practised whore in Chinatown, she was literally wriggling in aggregated need. As a degree of primal instinct kicked in, she got down on her forearms and glancing back towards her father openly pleaded,

     "Fuck me daddy, my pussy is soo hot!"

    "Yeah James," Denise almost hissed, "For God's sake fuck the little slut. Take her virginity - You always wanted to!"

     Inarguably the right words at the right time. Kneeling on the bed behind his naked daughter, her scalding red bottom still bearing multiple handprints he noted with some satisfaction, he aligned his erection with those soft moist lips and engaged 'drive.'

     Aroused and undoubtedly committed as she was, a hymen is still a hymen. At the instant he found his progress barred by that natural barrier, her mouth was gaping open in shocked discomfort. He hadn't come this far though with any intentions of an early retreat - there was payback to make, a cherry for the taking and a hot little pussy to fuck - not necessarily in that order.

     Holding her bottom tightly, his interest well and truly catalysed by that arched back, slim waist and curvy hips, he thrust in harder. Something gave way, even as she cried out in genuine pain. Able now to penetrate her to the max he watched in almost awed reverence as his erection disappeared up to the hilt in her pussy. He could see a trickle of blood on her inner thigh but all this achieved was a desire to fuck her insensible.

     So tight was she, being in any event a very small girl, he felt like he was penetrating a ten year old - not that this was any great detriment you understand.

     Melody of course had discovered that her former pain had somehow taken a rain check, and that what her father was doing to her currently, exceeded even her wildest expectations of pleasure. Thrusting back with her hips, all she wanted was that cock.....and to be honest, anyone else's, in her 24/7.

     It may not have been art, but it was certainly progress. Penetrating that diabolically hot little cavern as far as the cervical wastelands, he had Melody literally crying out in uncontrolled passion and the exchange of father-daughter dialogue left little to the imagination either. She didn't know it but he was raping her senseless. Each increasingly hard thrust, payback for the many sleights and insults she had heaped upon him over the years. The only vague negative might have been the fact that far from being hurt or humiliated by his aggravated indecencies, she was experiencing total ecstasy.

     Denise had by now reached her second orgasmic peak for the evening, but in the light of the incestuous tableau being played out right beside her, was of a mind for even more craven indulgence and thus she began feeling up her daughter's somewhat damp breasts, pulling those still girlish nipples and waiting for an opportunity to kiss those sexy little lips that courtesy of her father's relentless intercourse with her, were framed now in silent epithets of pleasured release.

     As to who ran out first to the tape can never be known. He felt his daughter beginning to quiver convulsively even as her vaginal muscles clamped his own extended flesh like a vise. She felt something hot and sticky spraying her inner walls and was aware of him jerking spasmodically deep inside her.

    Unfortunately, not a solitary family member had shown the foresight to draw the bedroom curtains.

    "George, come up here quickly," young Debra Carlyle called down the stairs to her husband, "You're not gonna believe what's going on next door hun?"

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Mr. Popular

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In high school, I was pretty much an unnoticed person. I played in the band and was pretty good and as such, pretty respected, but not popular. Average looking, I had a few girlfriends over the years, but none that my friends drooled over. One of my best friends, however, was intensely hot and very popular as well. Lora and I had known each other for a few years and she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met, let alone been friends with. The best thing was, she either didn't know, or didn't care that she was as hot as she was. Everyone was the same to her.

Still, I don't think she had ever thought about me in a romantic way in her life. We were just friends who lived next door to each other. Our rooms were both on the 2nd floor of o

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ur houses and faced each other. Unfortunately, I never had the experience of seeing her change. She was always careful to close the blinds when she would do that, much to the disappointment of my blue balls. One night however, my whole life changed.

I was doing homework at my desk which faced out the window. She was reading on her bed. I tried to not stare at her, but seeing her in her pj's with wet hair and no make-up, there was a raw beauty and sexuality that was driving me crazy. I started to picture her rubbing her nipples through her bed clothes. I thought about her taking off her clothes seductively and walking, no almost prancing around in her panties with her large breasts heaving in the air. I thought about her rubbing her pussy through her pantied leaving a nice darkened wet spot with her cum. I just kept thinking about it, going more and more into my own little world until I saw her moving. At first it scared me because I had been staring out the window at her and the last thing I needed was Lora thinking I was a perv, or knowing I was one, truthfully.

But then I looked again, and I couldn't believe it. She was rubbing her tits right there in front of me! I couldn't believe my luck. Here I had never seen her so much as change her shirt and now she was rubbing herself. I just sat and watched as she tenderly played with each nipple, a little pinch here, a little twist there. But as I was watching, she stopped. She went back to her reading for a little bit, turned off her light and went to sleep. I on the other hand jerk my cock so much that night, it was red the next day. Some of you guys know what I'm talking about.

Well the next night, I made sure to be in my room in case of a repeat performance. She, again after a shower to clean up from pom practice, looked positively gorgeous to me and while waiting for something to happen, I started day dreaming again. Much along the same lines as the last night but with the nude prancing playing a more prominent role. I was startled back to reality when she got up from her bed. I thought for sure I had been caught, but she paid little to no attention to me (no surprise), walked to the middle of her room, dropped her shorts, revealing an amazing navy blue thong that wasn't a slutty g-string but framed her ass quite well, and took off her shirt letting loose those wonderful C cup tits I had beat off to so many times. After standing there unsure for a second, she began to parade around the room in a way that made me think there should be a pole in there. But as I was watching the best show of my life, I began to think: last night I pictured her playing with her tits and she did, tonight I pictured her walking around the room naked and she did. Could it be? A smile flashed across my face.

I concetrated as much as I could with the display going on in front of me, and pictured her licking her fingers and rubbing her little bud nipples. It worked! Her nipples now wet and erect, I pictured her reaching down and placing her hands on her cunt underneath her panties. I wanted to wait to reveal that precious pussy for a minute. Seemingly sensing my intentions, she reached down, put her hands on her pussy and began to rub the outside. After bringing her up to the point of orgasm and backing her off a few times, I decided it was time to see that sweet cock-holder (I know it's a lame name, but I was a dork remember?). I commanded her mind to get back on the bed and remover her thong slowly. I was about to bust a nut, but she subconciously teased me, taking her sweet time. When I finally saw it, I almost passed out. To my knowledge, she had never had sex before, but she had a shaved beaver, which to my limited knowledge at the time, meant that preferred it that way.

What followed is pretty much a blur to me. I know I had her finger herself to a positively explosive climax. I know I had her lick all of her fingers clean. But the rest really is hazy in my memory. All I know is, standing 5 feet inside my room, I shot cum out my open window watching it.

Taking it up a notch

The next day, I determined I was going to talk to Lora about the previous night. I was scared shitless, but I decided to do it. We often drove to and from school together to save money on gas. I chickened out in the morning, but resolved to do it on the way home. It was the longest day of school in my life. But 2:30 finally came and we met at her car to go home. While she was driving, I commanded her to not be insulted or angry when I asked her about it. She would be embarrassed, sure, but she would not get angry at me for simply walking into my room and seeing her pleasuring herself.

"Lora?" "Yeah?"

"I don't know if I should tell you this, but last night, I walked into my room to do some homework and I saw you.....uh.....dancing in your room."

Her face went immediately blood red. "I wasn't in my room last night," she said, feebly trying to deny what she knew I saw. "I fell asleep on the couch."

"Lora, I know it was you. Our rooms are like 15 feet apart."

"Ok, fine. It was me. But Russell, I never do that. I don't know what came over me. Please tell me you were a gentleman and turned away." There was desperation in her voice.

"Yeah, of course," I said, lying to try to keep from hurting her. "Actually, no. I didn't. I saw everything."

"Russell!" she whimpered, almost crying. "How could you stand there and watch me? I don't even want to know what else you were doing!"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. It's just that you're so beautiful and..." at this point I started commanding her mind, "I've always had this crush on you. So when I saw what you were doing, I couldn't resist."

I had been telling her mind to soften towards me and find me more and more attractive. "I just saw you and couldn't help picturing myself there with you." I thought I saw something change in her eyes, so I played my boldest move yet: I leaned forward and kissed her, clumsily shoving my tongue in her mouth. And I reached up and took hold of those amazing breasts I had wanted for so many years. She didn't pull away, instead reaching down and grabbling my crotch! I was in heaven. Needless to say, that was the first of many times that Lora and I fucked our brains out, but they're private, only to be shared between the 2 of us, at least for the time being.

TO BE CONTINUED....