I knew there was a work bench on the window side of the shed with a bunch of tools, paint cans and other stuff on it. There was a bunch of card board boxes stacked haphazardly on the north wall and they had stored an old table in there with an old mattress laid on top of it about in the middle of the floor. Usually there was a bunch of boxes and stuff stacked on it too, but this time, right at my eye level, instead of all the boxes and junk, I saw a naked man’s hairy butt pumping up and down. A pair of shapely legs with red painted toenails were wrapped high around his waist. I stood transfixed. I had heard of this sort of thing but I’d never actually seen anything like it before. The man’s legs were splayed right at me and I could see his fat balls hanging low, swinging freely with each stroke. He was obviously using his knees for traction with each forward stroke as he rocked back and forth over top of the unseen target of his humping. Most of the moaning and groaning and ‘oh god-ing’, and ‘oh fuck-ing’ was coming from a female voice, even though I did hear the man hoarsely call her a bitch, a little slut, a dirty whore, and a few other choice invectives.

Almost instantly, my dick was so hard it hurt! I unfastened my pants, let them drop and pulled out my rock hard peter from my shorts and began whacking off as I watched the erotically stimulating sex act in the shed. I didn’t last very long and I soon shot off my cum, letting it splatter against the shed wall and drool down.

The couple in the shed rolled over. She sat up, straddling the hairy legs and hips. I could only see her from the back, her long flowing black hair, thin waist, wonderfully small and tight butt and slightly flared hips, hips like those that I dreamed about almost every night. It was the Baker’s tool shed and from the hair and the back view, I was pretty sure that the girl was Amy Baker. Amy was only a bit older than I was, but at that stage of life, we were decades apart. She was 13, a 'teenager', and I was only 12, a little punk kid. Though we had stood at the same school bus stop for years, this past year she had just ignored me almost completely. It just wasn’t acceptable for a teenage girl to give a 12-year-old boy the time of day. When they did talk to us at all it was done out of charity for their underlings.

She ground her cute rounded butt into the groin of her lover. She lifted herself, and I could see the man’s long thick dick emerge. As it pulled out, her pussy lips, stretched tight around his hard rod, pulled downward. When she sank back down, her pussy lips inverted as the big cock slid back up inside her. She began to ride him, fucking him with abandon. The moaning and soft cursing continued. Suddenly she fell forward, and I watched as her lovely buttocks flexed and shuddered spasmodically for several seconds. Other than her buttocks jerking and her feet twitching, she lay still on top of the man as he continued to enthusiastically fuck her, causing her limp body to bounce up and down on top of his.

Then, with her feet carefully placed on the edge of the mattress so as not to slip off the edge, she slowly stood up. The hard dick glistened from her juices as it pulled out of out of her pussy. She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing is back as she shook her head and then, still being careful not to fall off the table-bed, stepped over her lover and turned around facing me. I knew it! I knew it! It was Amy Baker! Damn!

She went to her knees again and as she did, grasped the thick, shiny dick and directed it back into her almost hairless pussy as she impaled herself on it. Her small tits, capped by perfectly pink and stiffly erect nipples, bobbled wonderfully as she greedily humped up and down on the big, lust-swollen dick.

For some time Amy had been the object of my nighttime masturbation fantasies and to now see her, completely naked and fucking some guy with wanton abandon was too much. I breathlessly continued to watch, slowly stroking my cock as it got hard again.

After several minutes the man sat up and shoved her forward onto her hands and knees. As he positioned himself on his knees behind her, I recognized him too. It was her old man, Mr. Baker! Sweet Jesus! I was really bug-eyed. His face was all red and I could see sweat beads on his forehead as he began to ram her from behind with all his might. After a few seconds, he leaned forward over back, reach around under her arms and roughly grabbed her small breasts tightly from behind. The creamy white flesh of those breast rapidly blushed red between his fingers as he obviously use them for handholds, to pull her back hard on his fat pole. With each forward push, his groin met her butt with a loud slap, slap, slap.

Mr. Baker kept increasing his pace, faster and faster. Amy now had her head down, lying to the side on the mattress with her slim bottom held high for her Daddy's pleasure. Her hands clutched the cloth surface fiercely. I could hear her grunting through ragged breaths coinciding with each of her father's lunges into her pussy. Mr. Baker’s face suddenly turned into a snarl as he released Amy’s tits and grabbed her hips, jerking her back hard on himself. His grunts and rough breathing told me his balls were flushing his cum deep into his daughter’s tummy. Amy squealed, "OH G-G-E-E-Z-E, I’m cumming!" and quivered all over.

As if frozen in time, they stayed connected, each panting, his chest raising and falling nearly in unison with Amy’s reddened breasts as she attempted to catch her breath. He pushed her butt away from him, sat back on his legs and began to laugh, "Geeze, Amy, your such a perfect, little slut!"

Amy, still on her hands and knees turned toward her Dad. Her pink, defiled, just fucked pussy now faced me directly. Her hole, the place of wonderment for a teenage boy, still gaped slightly open from the invasion of her Dad's cock and I could see his cum running rivulets down her inner thighs. She answered his comments with as if scolding him but a slight giggle gave her away, "Well and whose fault is that? You and your fishing buddies started stuffing your things in me when I was eleven years old."

Amy's Dad kidded, "Well, you're the one who insisted on going fishing with us."

"Well, you're the one who agreed to take me."

"Well, you're the one who brought that way, way, way too small bikini on our fishing trip and then complained about it being too tight."

"Well, you're the one who told me that if it was that uncomfortable, I should just take it off because it was so small that I might as well not be wearing anything anyway."

"Well, you're the one who decided to 'just take it off'."

"Well, you're the one who let me drink all those wine coolers or I probably wouldn't have decided to 'just take it off'."

"Well, you're the one who thought we should all get naked because you were naked and it wasn't fair for you to be naked and us not because you never saw a naked guy before."

"Well, you're the one who asked ME if I really DID want to see four naked guys."

"Well, you're the one who said YES, that you really DID wanted to see four naked guys."

"Well, you're the ones who got your peters hard after you got naked."

"Well, you're the one who had the baby titties and that perfect little pussy for us to use our hard peters in."

"Well, you're the one who thought I should pick the peter that got to go in my 'perfect little pussy' first."

"Well, you're the one who chose my peter to go in your 'perfect little pussy' first."

"Well, I'm the one who spent most of the next three days with my legs spread and somebody's peter in my 'perfect little pussy' while you guys were teaching me how to be a perfect little slut."

Well, I'm the one who kept having to take his turn sticking his peter in your 'perfect little pussy' because you spent most of the next three days with your legs spread, learning how to be a 'perfect little slut'."

"Well", Amy paused a second then giggled, "Well, then I’m the one who’s wondering when we’re going ‘fishing’ again so I can practice being a 'perfect little slut'?"

"Well, I’m the one who’s taking your ‘fishing’ over at Frank’s for the games Sunday afternoon. I’m sure that between all of the guys Frank has invited you'll get plenty of practice being a 'perfect little slut'."

"Well, how many 'fishing' poles are there going to be for me to 'practice' with?"

"Well, I'm thinking there'll probably be enough that you might just have a little bit of a hard time putting your legs back together much less walking before we're done."

"Really? That many?"

"That many!"

"Do you think maybe we should get some condoms? You know, I never have started my period, but I'm getting old enough that I might be starting any day and we don’t want me getting knocked up. That would just mess up all of our ‘fishing trips’."

"Oh Amy, not the rubbers thing again. We both know you don’t like it when a guy uses them, and us guys sure like the feel of bare pussy a lot more than rubber coated pussy. When you start your period, then we’ll worry about it, ok?"

"Ok! Can I get you hard again?" Amy's head disappeared from my view as she leaned closer, into her Dad's crotch. Mr. Baker got a crazy grin on his face and closed his eyes.

All during this I had been staring at Amy’s oozing, dripping pussy, stroking my hard cock and imagining the bunch of men they were talking about using Amy's pussy as their cum depository. I started to cum again, but was taken by complete surprise when a big woman suddenly swung me around. I began squirting, unable to control myself as I looked in horror into the face of Mrs. Baker.

"You filthy boy!" she shrieked, her face contorted in rage. "I’m going to talk to your mother about this!"

There was a crashing sound from inside the shed. Mrs. Baker heard it. How could she not hear it? She quickly stepped to the front of the shed and jerked opened the door. I heard her shriek again and then the sounds of all hell breaking loose in the tool shed. I pulled up my pants and ran for home.

That night at supper, I was very quiet. I dreaded what my mother was going to say and dreaded even more what my father was going to do to me once Mrs. Baker told Mom that she caught me whacking off behind her tool shed. Mom never said anything.

As luck would have it, the next Sunday, we met up with the Bakers at the grocery store just after early Mass. Mr. Baker looked me in the eye and glared. Mrs. Baker saw me and quickly looked away, but not before I saw her nasty black eye. Amy looked at me from behind the shopping cart, then turned away. I looked away quickly too and felt the red rising in my cheeks. Knowing that Mom and Dad would be busy for a while doing their shopping, I excused myself to go browse through the magazines.

I had been there just a few minutes when Amy silently took a place right beside me, grabbed a magazine and flipped it open. I wanted to melt, run, do something, but my feet wouldn't obey. Pretending to stare into the magazine she spoke in a whisper, "You little pervert! You got us caught! Dad said for me to tell you that if you promise to never tell anybody about us, he’ll let you fuck me anytime you want. But if you do ever tell anybody, he’s going cut your balls off. Understand?"

I turned my head a little to my left, toward her, swallowed hard and mouthed a silent 'Yes'. My eyes involuntarily surveyed her from top to bottom. Oh Geeze! She was in a pair of clear plastic, open toed sandals with about 3 inch heels. Then bare legged to the hem of her extremely short, bright red, pleated mini-skirt. Her top consisted of a white, spaghetti strapped tee shirt under which she obviously wore no bra. Her black hair was lightly curled and hung just below her shoulder. As she gently side-stepped closer to me I found myself wondering how her small, maybe 5'2", 90 pound body could possibly endure, much less enjoy the violation of so many dicks as she seemed to have been skewered by.

Nervously, she twisted her back and forth a couple of times, looking up and down the isle then locked my eyes into the deep, blue of hers. In the softest of whisper she asked, "Are you hard?" My peripheral vision caught the movement of her left hand as it raised the hem of her skirt. A few rapid movements were followed by her panties dropping to her ankles, a slight lift of her right leg freed them from her right foot then her left knee raised her foot, bringing the pair of plain, white cotton panties to arms length, caught on her toe. She scooped them up and dropped it onto the pages of the magazine I held, "We can go into the boys bathroom and you can fuck me right now if you want too. But we need to be quick, my Dad said to hurry because he and I are going over to one of his friend's house for a party and we still need to go back home and drop Mom off."

Even before I had a chance to answer 'yes' or 'no' she followed her offer with, "OOPS!" Then put her magazine on the shelf and walked off as if everything was normal. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see my Mom and Dad starting down the isle with their shopping cart. I quickly shoved Amy's panties in my pants pocket and returned my magazine to it place. When they got closer Mom ask if that was little Amy Baker?

I nodded, Mom had a bit of a disgusted look on her face, "Well, her skirt was more that a little too short, don't you think?"

If her comment was directed at me … No, I didn't think so but I was glad when Dad answered, "Oh Honey, don't be such a prude. She's a sweet, innocent little girl and besides shorter skirts are getting popular again and she definitely has the legs for it. I thought she looked cute, didn't you Rick?" I nodded again. Mom shot Dad a testy look. As we were leaving the store I saw Amy again. This time she ignored me like I didn’t exist. As we walked out to the car Dad asked Mom if we had any plans for the day because George Baker had invited him to go over to Frank’s house … you know, the guy who owns the hardware store? … They’re all getting together to watch the games. I stumbled and almost fell looking back over my shoulder as Mom agreed that he might as well go because he would just be watching the games at home anyway. Without being asked, I volunteered that I had other plans and did not want to go.

Dad got home in the late afternoon; long after the games ended … I knew that, Mom didn’t. He didn’t say much to Mom, just gave her a hug and said he was tired and was going to go take a shower. I was standing in the hall. As he walked past he stopped, look at me and whispered, "Little Amy Baker is not a very nice girl … you should stay away from her."

Of course I ignored my Dad’s suggestion and for the next year or more, I ventured over around the Baker’s house several times. I looked and listened, but I never did find Amy and her daddy doing it in their tool shed again. I always chickened out about taking Mr. Baker up on his offer with Amy. Several times though, I did see Amy and her Dad leave together, sometimes by themselves, sometimes with some other men. I always envisioned that they were probably going ‘fishing’.

Every so often, I would see Mrs. Baker around town sporting a new black eye or a busted lip. My Mom would talk about it from time to time too, saying that she wondered what happened; that the Bakers had always seemed to be such nice people and now all of a sudden he was abusing her. They even wondered if he was abusing Amy. Dad's only comment was that it wasn't any of our business and we should stay out of it. Mom said on several occasions that she wondered why Mrs. Baker didn’t just pack up her and Amy and leave him.

I, most of all didn’t want THAT to happen. Even after her tummy began to swell, Amy remained my masturbation fantasy girl. But long before that, the white panties she tossed at me in the grocery store were crusty yellow with my cum from me imagining her in the tool shed, riding my cock, just like she rode her daddy’s.

 

So I came in from practice one evening and Mom had already found and set up her old massage mattress and everything.  The oils and things were all laid out, and Mom just told me that as soon as I got out of the shower, I was to just come down and get onto the mattress and she would see what she could do to help.   I finished my shower and threw on a pair of my sweat pants and headed downstairs.  When I came down, I could see that Mom had been drinking again and was a little tipsy, but I was so sore I decided that whatever she did couldnt make me feel any worse.  

She was wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of skimpy black lace panties, I could tell that she wasnt wearing a bra by the way her 36DD breasts stuck out against the shirt and her nipples strained against the material.  For a thirty five year old woman, Mom looked pretty damn good.  She barely looked like she was out of high school.   As I stepped into the living room, Mom hopped up off the couch with her glass of Vodka in her hand, and quickly drank it down.

"Brad, why did you put clothes on?  I told you to come straight down from the shower.  I cant give you a massage with those on." Mom said.

"But I thought you were going to just do my back and my shoulders..."I started.

"Come on, Brad.  You dont have anything I havent seen before.  Get those sweats off and hop up onto the mattress." Mom giggled.

"Geez Mom, you know, I dont know." I said, kind of embarrassed about having to remove my clothes in front of her.

"Are you embarrassed Brad?" Mom asked, pouring another glass of Vodka and taking a drink.

"Well, no, but I... I just didnt know this was how we were doing it." I said.

"Maybe this will make it easier for you honey." Mom said, and removed her t-shirt.

Mom stood there in front of me topless, in her black lace panties with one hand on her hip and took another drink of her Vodka.  I couldnt do anything but stare at her tits.  They were so big, but they were incredibly firm and perky, her nipples jutting straight out.  I could feel my dick getting hard and I was wondering what the hell was going on.

"Come on, off with the clothes and onto the mattress Brad.  I used to do this for a living you know." Mom said.

"Okay, whatever you say." I said, and slid my sweats off and stood completely naked in front of my Mom. 

I watched Mom look over every inch of my body, taking drinks of her Vodka as she did so.  I could see her eyes linger on my cock, and I could see that she was surprised that I was shaved.

"Well that's impressive, what brought that on?" Mom asked, pointing to my clean shaven cock.

"You know.." I said.

"No, I dont know.  Why dont you tell me?" Mom giggled.

"Girls will suck it more often if there's no hair to get in their mouth." I said.

"Oh I see!" Mom said, giggling harder.  "Is that what those cheerleaders fight over so much?  A chance to suck that big, shaved cock?" Mom asked

"Sometimes.." I admitted, blushing.

"Dont be embarrassed honey.  I havent met a man yet who doesnt love to have his cock sucked.  Id think there was something wrong with you if you didnt like it." Mom said.   "Well, up on the mattress.  Lets see what we can do."  Mom said, setting her Vodka glass down and getting her oils open.

I got up on the mattress and Mom started oiling up her hands.  I laid down on my back and she started on my arms, massaging my shoulders and pectorals.

"Okay honey, now just relax and trust me." Mom said.

I felt Mom's hands go down my body, and wrap around my penis.  My immediate reaction was to tense and sit up.

"Relax baby!" Mom said, attempting to calm me.  "Im going to massage ALL of your muscles, and if I do this one first, you will be extremely relaxed and will get the most out of the massage."

"Mom...I..." I stammered

"Shhh.  Just lay back and relax.  Im not going to hurt you.  Just look at my tits and enjoy it honey. With all the big titty porn youve got in your room, you have to like these, baby.  I know those girls at school dont have titties this big." Mom said, as she began to slowly masturbate me.

My cock was rapidly stiffening as her soft, oil-slicked hands gently stroked it.  I did as she said and just focused in on her big, gorgeous tits and enjoyed the feel of her jerking me off.  She began to jerk my dick faster and harder, her other hand playing with my balls and rubbing oil into them.  It felt so good and after a little while, I didnt care that she was my mom.  All that mattered was that she didnt stop now. 

I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and I began to stiffen and moan as her hand continued to massage my shaft.  Mom's nipples were really hard and I could tell she was really getting hot as beads of sweat ran down her neck, over her big breasts, and dripped from the end of her rock hard nipples as she leaned over and stroked me off.

"Ooooh....Oooooooh Mommmmmm....Momm....Ah!!  Im gonna....Im gonna cum!!" I moaned out to her.

Mom immediately stopped jerking my dick and before I could ask why she had stopped, she had her mouth over my cock and was bobbing her head up and down, her hands rubbing and massaging my balls.  The feeling was so incredible I almost passed out.  As it was, I was helpless to do little more than lay back and cry out in ecstacy.

"Ahhh!  Ahh God Mom!!  Ahhhhhhhh Yesssss!!" I screamed as I blew my hot load into Mom's hot mouth.

I could feel the cum pumping out of my cock like never before.  I had never cum this much or this hard in my life.  I dont know if it was because I was so nervous, or the fact that it was something that should NEVER have happened, but it was incredible. I must have squirted at least five times really hard, but Mom never took her mouth off the head of my cock until every last spasm of my cock had ceased, and every last drop of my cum was swallowed.

I was exhausted. I collapsed completely, almost melting into the mattress. I was dizzy, drained, confused, I was so many things at that moment I didnt know what to do.  I opened my eyes and saw Mom lift her mouth off of my cock, wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and smile, and then she took another drink of her Vodka.  She made things easy, and told me what to do.

"How's THAT for a blowjob?  Lets see those little schoolgirls beat that." Mom giggled. "Now, turn over honey and by the time Im done with you, you'll be out cold.  Just close your eyes, and relax."  Mom said.

I turned over, and did as she said and as I felt her hands rubbing my ass, up to my back, I closed my eyes and soon after, I was asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I was still on the massage mattress out in the living room.  My body felt better than it had in weeks.  The soreness was all but erased.  Mom really knew what she was doing.  I raised myself up and looked around and I saw Mom.  She had removed her panties and was sleeping on the couch, completely naked.  Next to the couch I could see that she not only had finished off the first bottle of Vodka, she was well into another one.   I watched her sleeping for a long time, watching her big breasts heave with every breath she took and I got a really good look at her pussy, which like my cock, was completely shaved.   I could feel my cock throbbing and I realized that I had my typical morning hardon, and this vision in front of me of Mom completely naked was not helping matters at all, especially after what had happened last night.

I went over next to the couch, up near Mom's tits and began to jerk off looking at her naked body.  I figured I would get off one more time because I might not have this chance again.  I was pretty sure that what had happened was alcohol induced, so I was going to get as much out of this as I could.   I stared at Mom's big tits as I jacked off, my balls bouncing up and down as I stroked.  Mom was right, I loved her tits.  I was obsessed with big tits and they really get me off.  Mom's tits were incredible.  I wanted to feel them, to suck on them, to put my cock between them and fuck them, but I knew she would wake up and that could be bad.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes midway through my fantasy of fucking Mom's tits and moments later I felt the familiar warmth and wetness of Mom's mouth over the head of my cock.  I looked down, and Mom had her mouth over the head of my cock, her eyes closed, allowing me to jerk off into her mouth while her tongue swirled rapidly over the throbbing head of my cock.

"Uhhhnnnnn!!" I moaned as her tongue teased my cockhead.

Mom, now sitting up, reached up and took hold of my ass with her hands and pulled me closer to her as I jerked my cock off into her mouth.  I felt Mom's hand come up and take my hand away from my cock, and she began to blow me again, and putting her hand back on my ass, she began to guide me, setting a pace at which I could fuck her mouth.

"Ooooh...Oh...Ohhh God, Mom." I moaned as I thrusted my cock in and out of Mom's mouth.

"Mmmmm...MMMMMMMM!" Mom moaned as she took my cock into her mouth, and then all the way in a full deep throating of my seven inches of hard throbbing cock.

I felt Mom squeeze my ass hard and stop my hips, and she began to suck me like she was possessed.  Her mouth slid up and down my shaft faster and faster, the feeling was incredible.  My Mom was blowing me like a fucking porn queen, and it was the best blow Id ever had.   Almost immediately, I could feel myself about to explode.

"Ohh!  Ohh God Mom!  Youre making me cum!  Oh Jesus!  Oh...Oh God Yess!" I moaned as I felt my cum rocketing up my shaft.

Mom quickly took my cock out and began to jerk me off over her big tits.  Stream after stream of hot sticky cum splattered on her neck and down onto her tits.   She continued to jerk my cock until It had stopped shooting her with my hot mess, and then she slid my cock into her mouth and I could feel her tongue cleaning my cock, and when she removed it from her mouth, every drop of cum was gone.  

I collapsed down onto the couch next to her, and decided to finally get a feel of her big tits that were absolutely covered with my cream.   Mom moaned a little when I squeezed them, and my cum started to run down to my hands.

"Rub it into my nipples." Mom moaned.

I did as she asked, massaging my cum into her hard nipples with my thumbs, and then moving on up, taking big handfuls, rubbing my hot cum into her silky smooth tits.  She was moaning more now, and as I ran my finger through a big splotch of cum, she took it into her mouth and licked it off.   Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth.  I tasted my cum mingled with her saliva and the taste of the Vodka she had been drinking.   I kissed her back, and she broke the kiss after a few moments.   Pouring herself a new glass of Vodka, Mom's demeanor suddenly changed from seductress, back to the Mom I had known all of my life.  She took a deep breath and a serious look crossed her face.

"I have to apologize to you honey.  I shouldnt have done that to you last night.  I shouldnt have exposed my breasts to you, and I certainly shouldnt have masturbated you or performed oral sex on you.  I was drunk, and very horny.  Im  so sorry.  What I did was wrong, on so many levels." Mom said, taking a long drink of her Vodka.

"What?  But you just....I dont..." I started, thoroughly confused with her words after what had just happened.

"Shhh. Let me explain. I passed out on the couch last night after I finished rubbing you down.  I took my panties off and laid down on the couch,  hoping you would wake up and see me naked and unable to control yourself, fuck me while you thought I was asleep.  I was NOT thinking clearly at all.  I waited for you to wake up and see me, but I guess I passed out and you didnt wake up until this morning, and even then you wouldnt violate me, you just used my naked body as a visual aid.   I realized what happened when I woke up and saw you masturbating over me, and I figured after what I did to bring this on, the least I could do was help you to cum again before I explained this to you.  You were right in the middle of masturbating, and you looked like you felt really good, and I just couldnt tell you to stop right then." Mom said.

"But I thought you....but I wanted to..."I stammered.

"Oh no. Honey, you want to fuck me now dont you." Mom said, suddenly understanding.

"I...I..." I stammered, not wanting to admit to what she said but at the same time desperately trying not to beg her for it.

"Oh Brad.  Im so sorry.  I started this whole thing.  This is NOT your fault.  Its mine.  I was so very wrong to do that and now Ive really caused a bad situation for us.  Honey, Im your mother.  You cant fuck me.  We cant have sex, its just...its just wrong.   The handjob, the blowjobs, thats one thing and bad enough as it is that I did that much, but we just cant go that far.   Im so sorry.   I never should have gotten this started, I love you and I never wanted to put you in a situation like this.  I just dont know what came over me.  My drinking....Im so sorry Brad." Mom said.

With that, Mom got up from the couch, picked up her panties and t-shirt and headed upstairs to the shower.  I didnt really know what to say, or what to think, so I went to my room and laid down on my bed.  I figured that Mom would come to talk to me later on, but she never did.   I went downstairs to talk to her at about five o clock, but I didnt see her anywhere.  When I went to her room, I found her in bed so drunk she couldnt even stand up.    She had apparently been drinking all day, I had guessed to try to drown her guilt or embarrassment over what had happened earlier.

Mom's eyes were half closed, and she was under the covers but I could see that she loosely held her bottle of Vodka with her in bed.   I went over to take it out of her hand and set it aside, and she still had a pretty good grip on it.  When I went to lift the bottle away, her hand and arm came with it, lowering the blanket enough for me to see that she was topless.   I felt my cock surge again with another look at her tits, and I lifted the blanket for a closer look underneath and I saw that she was totally naked. 

I knew that if I was ever going to get to fuck Mom, this was the time.  She was so drunk she didnt know what world she was in, and even if she did know, I was under the impression that the alcohol allowed her to act out what she wanted to do with me last night, so why would she fight off more of the same?   I took my clothes off and crawled under the covers with Mom, sliding my naked body up against hers and my cock was instantly hard.

"Mom?" I said

"Hrmmmm?" Mom said, her glazed eyes opening.

I put my hand on her cheek, turning her toward me and I kissed her on the mouth, caressing her tongue with my own.  She moaned a little, but was kissing me back in no time, and I knew I had a good chance.   I grabbed her breast with my hand and squeezed it hard, rolling her stiffening nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and her moaning increased a little, and her tongue went deeper into my mouth.

I played with Mom's tits for several minutes while I kissed her mouth and her neck, and then I began caressing her tummy and running my hand all over her skin in varying patterns, still kissing her.   Then came the moment where I would find out whether or not Id get shut down.   I slid my hand down between Mom's legs and began to play with her clit while I was licking her neck. 

"Mmmmm....ohhh yesss.." Mom moaned, her eyes closed.

Taking that as my cue to go further, I slid two fingers into Mom's tight, hot pussy and began to fingerfuck her while I started to suck on her neck hard.

"Oooooooo!  Oh!  Oh!!  Ohhhhhhhh!  Ah!! Ahhhh Oh!" Mom panted, breathing heavily.

I slid down Mom's tight body, lingering to suck on her tits for a few moments, flicking her nipples with my tongue, before licking my way down her tummy, down to her now dripping pussy.  I began to lick Mom's pussy lips slowly, inching my tongue inside her and flicking my tongue over her hot flesh before working up to lick her clit.   Mom arched her back and began to moan  and cry out so loudly it bordered on a scream.  I sucked her clit into my mouth and rapidly flicked my tongue across her joy buzzer until I felt her whole body shake.

"Ooooooooo!  Ooooo GOD!!" Mom screamed, and she came so hard that her cum actually squirted up into my mouth.  I drank her hot cum down, and lapped up the rest from her pussy lips and inner thighs.  I flicked my tongue a couple more times over her super sensitive clit and her hips bucked hard and she screamed again.

I crawled up, positioning myself above Mom's naked, hot body.  I grabbed her wrists and held them to the bed and I got down inches from her face.  Mom's eyes were clearer now, and I didnt know if she was clearheaded now or if she was still drunk, but the apprehension that I saw this morning about having sex with her son was nowhere to be found.   Her eyes fluttered and I licked her lips, prompting her to open her mouth and take my tongue inside hers.  I kissed her for a moment and when I broke the kiss, I went for it.

"I love you, Mom." I breathed

"I love you baby." Mom sighed back.

"I want to fuck your pussy, Mom.  I want to hear you scream and I want to feel you cum all over my cock.  I dont care if youre my Mom.  I love you and I want to fuck you and make you feel as good as you make me feel." I said.

"You really want your own Mom's pussy, Brad?" Mom breathed

"I NEED it." I said.

"I cant do this just once honey." Mom said.

"That's good, because I can't either." I said.

"Then fuck me, baby." Mom said.

I kissed Mom deeply as I plunged my throbbing cock into her dripping wet pussy. 

"Ohhhhh!  Oh God Mom!!" I moaned as I entered her deeply.

"Uh huh!" Mom smiled as she bucked her hips against me.

"Oh...Oh God!  Its so tight...so wet...Oh..Oh fuck!!" I moaned

"Ohh thats it honey, talk dirty to me.  Tell me how good my pussy is.  Oooh does it make your cock feel good?"  Mom moaned

"Ahh! Oh God Mom!!  Your pussy feels so good!  Its so fucking good!  Ive never had any pussy this good!" I moaned.

"And you never will, aside from mine baby.  Oh Bradley. Your cock is so big.  I know what those cheerleaders were talking about now.  Oh honey....oh yes!  Oh yea!  Fuck me hard!!" Mom moaned

I began to fuck Mom really hard, pulling my cock all the way out and ramming it all the way in, over and over.  Mom was writhing underneath me, her huge beautiful tits bouncing with each thrust of my throbbing cock. 

"Ah!! Ahhh!  Ahh yes!!  Oh baby!!  Keep going...oh!  Oh dont stop!!  Ahh!  Im cumming!! Im cumming!!  Oooooooooooohhhh!" Mom screamed as her pussy shook and erupted in a torrent of her cum.  My cock was drenched and her pussy became slicker than any pussy Id ever fucked in my life.  I began to drill my Mom as fast as I possibly could, and she was beside herself with ecstasy.   She was screaming now, crying out and throwing her head from side to side as I pounded her pussy.  I was possessed.  I couldnt get enough of her pussy, and even when my side began to ache, I still never slowed my pace down.  

I fucked Mom like that for at least an hour.  I nearly chewed the inside of my cheek clean through to keep from cumming several times over the course of that wild fuck.   Mom decided she wanted it doggy style, and she got on her knees for me.

I slid my dick into her pussy and grabbed two handfuls of her ass and began to fuck her once more.  I began to slap her ass and she cried out with every smack.  She cried out that she would be my fuck slave and that she would do whatever I wanted.   Any nasty, torrid fantasy that I had, she would gladly do it as long as she was the one fucking my huge cock.

I told her I wanted to fuck her tits, and to get on her back.  She giggled and did as she was told.  I began to slide my cock in and out of her silky smooth cleavage as she pinched her nipples.  After fucking her tits for a little bit I was close to cumming and I told her I wanted to fuck her mouth again.   Mom willingly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, smiling, as if she couldnt wait to get my cock in her mouth.  I moved up to her head, sitting on my knees.  I guided my cock into her mouth and rested my heavy balls on her chin.   I braced myself with my hands on the headboard and began to thrust my hips back and forth, steadily fucking Mom's mouth.

I felt Mom's hands gripping and massaging my ass as I fucked her hot mouth, and soon I couldnt hold back anymore.

"Ahhhh!  Ahhh God yes!!  Ooooooooooooo!" I screamed as I pulled my dick out and jerked my throbbing cock off over Mom's face and neck. 

Stream after stream of my hot sticky cum shot forth and landed across Mom's cheeks, lips, chin, and neck.  When I collapsed and rolled over onto my back, Mom quickly moved to suck my cock into her mouth and clean me up once again.

Mom grabbed a towel and cleaned her face up and lay back down next to me, her hands softly running over my body.

"Youre incredible baby" Mom said.

"Better get used to it." I managed.

Soon both of us were fast asleep in each other's arms.

Im twenty four years old now, and Ive been fucking my Mom nightly for the past seven years.  Mom is the most wild woman Ive ever been with.  When she told me she'd do anything, she really meant anything.  But those are stories for another time.

 

Time passed, and dad spent more and more of my bathing times with me. Sometimes he would stay for 5 minutes, others he would stay for longer. One day, after a talk, when my father turned side on, I’m sure he had an erection. The thought of my father boning up over my developing body sent tingles of excitement all through my teenage body.

 

My nipples started to stiffen, my cunt was feeling noticeably warmer than my bath, my clit started to tingle and my cunt lips were starting to swell, aching to be touched. I was mortified, the last time I had felt sensations like this, I was in bed with my 16 year old boyfriend. But this is my father I was thinking about. “Is it right, to want your father to touch you here?” lightly touching one of my nipples, sending shocks of sexual energy immediately pulsing to my cunt. I asked myself. “What if daddy pinched your nipple?” I asked myself further. Before I knew it I was inserting a finger into my hot wetness, picturing daddy lying on top of me, sliding that hard cock into my burning cunt, and fucking me like a whore, not his baby girl.

 

Since mum wasn’t round for me to talk to, dad had become mum as well. He was both parents in one. He tolerated my moods swings. He talked to me about womanly things. But he was also my dad. He’d punish me when I misbehaved, and praised me when I’d done well. He did his best for me, and I tried to repay by doing my best. He’d tell me everything, and I’d tell him everything. We had no secrets. It was good. So I got out of the bath towelled off, and put on my nightdress, noticing my nipples were still slightly poking at the flimsy fabric.

 

Dad was sitting on the lounge, watching TV when I came out, so I sat right next to him, our legs almost touching. “Dad,” I began “how come you don’t see other women? I mean I’m 17 now, and can take care of myself if you want to go out on a date.”

 

“Honey, I’m 35. It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to a woman. I don’t know if I could.” His answer came guardedly.

 

“I’m a woman, dad.” I said indignantly.

 

“You’re also my daughter. That doesn’t count” he said quickly.

 

“Well then, use me for practise.” I suggested.

 

“I’ll think about it. Now you’d best be getting to bed. You’ve got school tomorrow.” Dad said.

 

I put my hand on his thigh, and dad jumped as if he were being electrocuted. “Goodnight dad.” I said lightly, kissing him on his cheek. He kissed me back, and slapped me, playfully, on the ass. That was the first time he’d done that. “Dad” I protested, more shocked at my body’s reaction the slap than him actually doing it. My cunt tingled with the same warm sensation I’d felt in the bath, when I thought I had seen dad with a hard on, almost instantly. He laughed it off.

 

I went to bed and took my nightdress off, lying on my bed naked, spread eagle, with a warm fire burning at the junction of my thighs. My eyes closed, my hands started to roam over my body, touching every inch of skin, my mind started to wonder. I found myself thinking of dad. His fingers would be tweaking my nipples, his rubbing against the soft skin of my tits, as my breathing getting noticeably heavier. My cunt was aching for attention. I slid one hand over my firm belly, through the jungle of untamed pubic hair, and into the river of hot fluids spilling out of my cunt.

 

I spread the lips of my cunt, the cool night air feeling nice against my cunt lips, slid one finger deep inside me, withdrew it and repeat this a couple of times. I pulled my dripping finger out of my cunt, and eagerly sucked my juices of it. I couldn’t believe how hot and sexual I was getting, thinking the man in the next room was doing this to me. My cunt was burning with need. It had to be fed and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I massaged my clit, I fucked my cunt with 2, 3, 4 fingers, I came twice and still my cunt demanded to be filled be a rock hard cock.

 

I could hear the gentle snores of my father now, telling me he was sleeping. My father wasn’t an easy man to wake once he was asleep. I lay down under the covers, naked, feeling the warmth of the man I had just finished fantasizing over. I could feel his pubic hair brushing my ass, his cock resting comfortably in my ass crack. I couldn’t take it any more, and the snores were a deep constant groan now, indicating daddy was fast asleep. I had to chance it. I need a fuck.

 

I gently placed one hand on my fathers cock, and started to stroke it ever so slowly. The effect my hand was having on my dad was instant. I could feel his cock hardening and lengthening more with each stroke. Dad rolled onto his back, his semi-erect cock in my hand. I slid my head under the covers, kissing my way down his chest teasingly sucking dad’s nipples, down to his cock. I paused for a second; it was more cold feet than anything. His cock was huge. I mean it felt so thick, my fingers just wrapped around it. I bowed my head and slowly started licking the head of my father cock, It slid past my lips, smooth as velvet, I lowered my head further on to my fathers hardness. I could only get about half of it in mouth. So my hand worked the bottom half of my fathers love missile, while my mouth worked the top half.

 

My cunt was hot enough to melt steel. I needed to feel this hard monster inside me. I gently straddled my father’s hips and lowered myself so his cock was just touching my cunt, I lowered myself slowly onto the flagpole beneath me, allowing myself time to get used to such a large cock inside me. When I was full of dad’s hard cock, I slowly started to a gentle rocking motion, setting fire to the thousands of nerve endings with each rock. My cunt was aching from relief, pleasure and pain. My finger started to massage my tender clit as my rocking intensified. I was surprised when I felt dads enormous cock start to throb and pulsate deep in my wetness, he was cumming, and so was I. “OH GOD!!! DAD!!!” I screamed as I came.

 

Dad woke up with a fright sitting bolt upright, his chest pressing against my erect nipples, his cock deep in my cunt and his cum running out me. “I thought I was dreaming” Dad said “I’d of never done that.”

 

“Dad, you love me right?” I said.

 

“You know I do.” He said.

 

“Then everything is ok.” I said to him touching his cheek, “Remember I came to you. I wanted to do this.”

 

I kissed his deeply and passionately, not like a daughter but as a lover. I then retreated to my room satisfied, and went to sleeping tasting the mixture of juices from between my legs.

It started when she'd come into my room at night and give me back massages. Her smooth hands felt like heaven against me, and I could swear that she was trying to be sensual with them, knowing that she turned me on. "Relax, Chris. You're so tense," she would say. I'd fantasize about Rhiannon coming into my room at night when my dad was asleep and sitting on me, I kneading her full, succulent breasts. Her breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy; I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up my Jeans or put plates on the table, in her sweet, motherly way.

My teenage sister was never anywhere near as beautiful as my stepmother. She knew this and became jealous of the attention my dad and I gave to this older woman. Even in my sister's most beautiful years - age 16 or 17 - you could see clearly in a photo of them trying on skirts that Rhiannon had a much rounder, fuller figure, her long dark brown hair flowed gracefully down over her breasts. She is slender, yet her breasts and hips are round and full with softness and that beautifully tender skin.

When Rhiannon was downstairs talking on the cell phone with that sweet sexy voice, I'd find myself in the bedroom soaking up the scent of her bras and panties, listening to her voice and imagining how it would sound under the covers with her smooth, voluptuous thighs on me. Sometimes in the morning when she thought I was asleep she'd walk by my room and I got the pleasure of seeing her full figure; her baby-white skin and those cute little feet thumping softly on the wooden floor. Having the baby several years before clearly hadn't change Rhiannon's hips and butt. Her bottom stuck up tightly against her panties like the16 year-old girls I flirt with at school. I guess it's just nature's way of letting you know that she's still ripe with fertility.

My dad went away on business trips quite often, and I think my stepmother was becoming a little lonely. And her body was so ripe with womanhood, in want of a younger, more vibrant sex life. Indeed, in want of someone she really deserved. One night when my dad was away and Rhiannon was cooking dinner for me, she leaned all the way over to clean up something on the floor, and, my dad not being there, I jumped at the chance to take in that beautiful rump. I could see her pussy lips faintly outlined through her pants. Rhiannon's lovely behind was a foot away from my face! I immediately became hard, and couldn't believe how good she looked. Rhiannon seemed to realize this and righted herself and pulled at her tight panties a bit ( I guess she had a wedgie). She flushed a little and looked at me with her eyes wide, knowing what I must be thinking. She giggled and then smiled at me, then, clearly embarrassed, went to put her young son to bed. That night Rhiannon came into my room with some laundry and a bright, eager look in her eyes. Right then I knew what she had been thinking about that whole evening.

Rhiannon bucked and moaned as she reached orgasm. Her breasts expanded like balloons filling with creamy milk. Her tits bobbed up and down in a way that made me pump her even harder. I cannot describe the way my stepmother made love to me. It was like an injection of intense life through my body, seeping its way through my veins. The sensation of her warm body against me for the first time was a feeling I will always cherish. You see, up until that day, I'd been a virgin, and to suddenly be making love to the woman whom I'd been in love with - a deep, sexual, lusty kind of love, to the point where I was aching for her touch - this was an indescribably wonderful experience. Completely uninhibited, together we vented our pent up feelings for each other in a sweet union of man and woman on that cold, overcast afternoon. My body was warmed inside and out by her sex, contrasting with the cold wind blowing against the bedroom windows.

As Rhiannon and I made love I took in her scent, which was also indescribably wonderful, like flowers and fruit and sweet cream, but with a musty, animal scent that spoke of an intense life boiling in her warm body. Her white skin was moist with this natural odor. As I fucked her, I sucked on her cream-filled breasts, and her tender nipples hardened as I sucked them. She smiled and hugged me, my face between her tender cleavage. I could feel her hear beating. I took Rhiannon's left breast in my mouth as she humped down on me, her smooth thighs rubbing mine, skin on skin, then I pushed her butt against me and traced its curves, from the channel down her lower back to her tight anus, down to her clitoris, where my dick was sunk in to her labia. I felt her plump pussy lips, caressing them while I fucked them.

Then came our climax. As Rhiannon approached orgasm, her body was humping almost violently on me, her breasts jiggling wildly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom. Her voluptuous thighs slammed down on me as the fat in her ass quivered. Her last pumping motions were slow and deep. She wanted me deep inside of her. I felt her juices begin to seep out between our slapping bodies.

My ejaculations were unbelievably strong and sweet. I looked up at my stepmother's beautiful face as I came, her cheeks flushed red with her her internal heat. Her big brown eyes were closed and her mouth open as my penis throbbed powerfully and sperm shot deep inside of my stepmother. It was like our bodies had melted together, joining as one quivering organism. I imagined my dad opening the door and beholding the sight of us on his bed. The plump white rump of his beautiful 41-year-old wife humping down onto her teenage stepson. The arch of her back, with her long dark brown hair that my father so dearly loves, gracefully resting on the curve of her lower back, where, several inches down, her stepson's penis throbbed and injected, balls slapping ass.

In truth, I would have wanted my father to see us. I wanted him to stand there and see how I fucked my stepmother, who'd he'd been married to ever since I was a little boy. She had always been a good mother to me, and with the onset of our love affair that hadn't changed. But a part of me wanted my dad to be there to see how passionately she made love to me, and to realize that he was no longer going to get sex he didn't deserve.

Finally Rhiannon and I were both through, she had milked my balls dry . Cum slowly dripped out of her pussy and seeped into her soft white skin, into her pores. We slept, we fucked, slept and fucked, all through the night and into the next day. I must have reached orgasm ten pluse times. I knew the pleasure Rhiannon was getting had almost overwhelmed her. This was forbidden pleasure, which for both of us made it all the more sweet. She slept with her long auburn hair on my chest, with a voluptuous thigh over mine.

As Rhiannon slept, I'd gently rub that succulent flesh, right at the confluence of her thigh and buttocks. I'd stare at the perfect shape of her ass, firm yet soft and plump. The perfect white of her thigh resting on me was the most beautiful sight I'd ever beheld, indeed, that anyone could ever behold in a situation like mine. She has a little mole right on the underside of her left thigh. She lay on me, her head under my chin. I was in heaven. Right then she awoke at my gentle caress and blushed a little and gave me a girlish smile

Rhiannon moved up onto me and sat on my face. As she leaned over and took my dick in her mouth, her love lips engulfed my face. I breathed in and as she slurped on my cock I took in her pussy's fresh musk. Her plump ass on my face smelled like fresh fruit. I could smell the estrogen seeping from her vulva and as I started pumping my dick down her throat, her lips tightened around it, her tongue giving it gentle strokes. I grabbed Rhiannon's thighs and rubbed them, feeling around to her lower back and down again to her plump ass cheeks, now hugging my face. I sucked on her labia as she purred, "Oh CHRIS, mmmmm." I loved hearing that sweet voice, muffled as it was through 135 lbs. of woman.

I lifted her a little and turned her around and looked down at my dick, wet with her delicious saliva. Her pussy was just as wet as I mounted her from behind, sliding in and out of that beautiful ass. We rocked back and forth as I sunk my inches into her sopping wet vagina, deep, deep, until she squealed like a baby. The combined wetness of her blowjob and pussy juices made a slurping sound each time I penetrated her. As I fucked my stepmother doggystyle on the bed, her plump ass slapped up against me. I savored the feel of those round hips and caressed her love handles as I pulled her gently, back and forth, against my stomach.

This time the sex lasted for quite a while. For a whole 50 minutes I was buttfucking my stepmother, and each thrust into that tight pussy was oh, so sweet. I must have hit that ass hundreds of times, her wet love hole sliding against the sensitive head of my loaded, spurtive young cock. Rhiannon didn't talk while I fucked her, only gave out contented sighs and, as she reached orgasm, began to moan and squeal with increasing intensity. Every time I heard that woman make a sound I sunk my inches deeper inside of her.

I shot my cum deep, and with final thrusts, my youthful testicles slapped up against her skin making a slap, slap, slapping sound that echoed down the hall where my little brother was sleeping. Her ass bucked with orgasm after orgasm. I creamed her and have never ejaculated like that before in my life. I must've at least tripled what I usually can muster by masturbating. There was so much of my young love juice that it filled up her insides and forced its way out of her pussy and onto the sheets, seeping in and sticking on everything, making a generally slimy, sexual mess.