A few times, he checked out a patient while I was there. Once, a girl from my school had a minor operation and it was weird seeing her laying there asleep. I thought it was an accident when he opened her gown to check her heart or something and I saw her tits. He saw me looking at them, laughed and said I'd just have to get used to seeing women exposed if I was going to be a doctor. I don't think he noticed that I got a hard-on. He told me not to tell anyone what I'd seen.

But it started happening more often, especially if he was aware that I knew the patient. Like when Mrs. Greene, my history teacher, was in there. She had surgery on the side of her neck for something and had a little bandage there. She was still out and I was standing right next to Dr. Ramsey when he real casually pulled her gown up to her waist! I was standing there looking at my teacher's pussy!

She is probably in her late thirties and nice looking. She's married. She always seemed real quiet and conservative so I was really surprised that her pussy hair was shaved down to just a strip up the middle. The hair was light brown and real curly. Her legs were open a little bit and she didn't have much hair there, so I saw her her cunt real clearly. After a minute, Dr Ramsey pulled the gown back down and gave me a wink.  I knew then that he showed me her pussy on purpose, just to give me a peek at it. I had to go to the bathroom and jack off afterwards. Mrs. Greene never even knew I was there and I get boners in her class all the time now.

We never talked about what he was doing. It was like Dr. Ramsey and I had this understanding. He knew that I'd never tell anyone and ruin the peeks at women I was getting.

Then my mom had to go in for an operation on her wrist. She got that carpal tunnel thing from using her computer at work.

My mom is 42 and a still good looking. I admit I've spied on her a few times when she was getting dressed. But I never really got a good look at her. But at least she never caught me peeking either. Good thing, because she'd have gone nuts!

When the time for her surgery got close, I  kind of casually mentioned it to Dr. Ramsey. He didn't say anything but smiled and winked at me.

Of course, with my typical luck, when I looked at my schedule for the day Mom was having her surgery, I was assigned to pass out magazines up on the patient floors! Shit! So much for my fantasies about getting a peek at her!

But when I reported to the floor I was supposed to work on, the head nurse there said my schedule had been changed. I was supposed to work in the recovery room! I didn't ask how it got changed. I knew Dr. Ramsey had done it.

My Dad was out in the waiting area and wouldn't be allowed to see Mom until she was fully awake. Dr. Ramsey said she'd be given more anesthesia than some other patients and would really be out. He gave me a wink. I had a hard time concealing my hard-on.

One of the nurses in recovery nearly ruined everything by sending me on an errand way on the other end of the hospital. By the time I got back, Mom was out of surgery already and I was afraid that I missed my chance.

But Dr. Ramsey waved me towards him and made some excuse about needing my help with one of the patients. He took me to my Mom's little room.

He didn't hesitate or play any games this time. He closed the door and pulled the sheet down off my unconscious mom. The gown she had on reached halfway down her thighs. It was white with little blue flowers, Her right wrist had like a cast on it. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was sleeping peacefully. He pulled her gown up to her waist and then, with my help, all the way up to her armpits. My unconscious, helpless mother lay naked before my eyes!

I knew she was a 34D because I'd looked at her bras, but her tits looked even bigger as she laid there. Her nipples are maybe two inches across and the teat parts stick up like little finger tips. Her pussy was covered with thick brown hair that was a little darker than the hair on her head. Her slightly open legs gave me my first look at her cunt.

Dr. Ramsey watched me with a funny grin on his face. I'd never touched a patient before but now I took one of my mom's tits in each hand and squeezed them. So soft! The nipples felt like fine leather. Before I knew it, I had my mouth on the left one, sucking it. My hand was actually shaking as I put it on her pussy and found the hair much softer than it looked. Dr. Ramsey opened her legs some for me and I poked around in her slit, found the hole and pushed my finger up into her. I was fingerfucking my mom!

Dr. Ramsey quietly said, “I know what you want and you'd better hurry up!”

As I frantically pulled my pants off, he got Mom's legs further apart. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing so hard that it actually bounced. I climbed up on the bed, got on top on my mother and tried to stick my cock in her. I'd never had sex before so it took me a minute to get it in the right spot. I finally got in the right position and pushed. As my cock went up her cunt, I think my hair stood on end. That's how great it felt!

I started humping real hard and fast. Mom's tits were jiggling from my pumps. I tried to make it last but it was no use. Real quickly, I started cumming inside her, shooting spurt after spurt, filling her cunt.

I rolled off her, totally done in and my cum started leaking out right away.

I was really surprised to see Dr. Ramsey standing there with his cock out, jerking off. He really had a big one and I felt kind of embarrassed about my smaller dick.

As he began stroking it faster, he moved closer to the bed. He leaned forward over my naked, sleeping mother and began cumming all over her tits. He sighed and gasped as he shot off on her. The last couple little spurts landed on her belly. He took his still dripping cock and put the tip of it between my Mom's slightly open lips and stroked his shaft hard to make the last few drops fall into her mouth.

We just stood there for a minute, looking at her. Her cunt was open and my jizz was dribbling out. Her breasts gleamed with the glaze of Dr. Ramsey's cum.  But she made a slight moan so we had to hurry and clean her up. Otherwise, I think I might have fucked her again.

We worked together and soon had her cleaned up. Dr. Ramsey used a syringe to get most of the cum out of her cunt but couldn't get it all, of course. Before he pulled her gown back down, I reached underneath and stuck my finger up her asshole, just to see what it felt like. It wasn't as tight as I thought it would be, making me wonder if Dad fucked her ass.

I left before she woke up.

From anything I could see, Mom never knew what I did. Afterwards, I was kind of worried because I really didn't know if she was on the pill. I didn't know what I'd do if I'd gotten her pregnant. But a couple weeks later, I overheard her telling my Dad that she had her period so everything was Ok.

Dr. Ramsey and I never talk about what happened with Mom and since then, all I've done is look at women. But if Mrs. Greene or someone else comes in, I might get the chance to do more!

The nurse/receptionist was an older woman who accepted my completed forms with a motherly but professional smile. After scanning the completed forms, she said, "Ok, Mrs. Richardson, since this is your first visit here, you'll need a little orientation." Still smiling, she stood up and indicated I should follow her through the door behind her desk. The door opened upon a hallway bare of adornment except for cheap carpeting. She led me to a room at the end of the hallway which contained a few folding chairs, some hooks on the walls and a small cabinet. She turned to to me with a professional smile.

"Now then, " she said. "You'll find we do things a bit differently from what you may be used to. Dr. Sahid does everything possible to reduce costs while providing first rate medical care. Other medical practices spend too much on frills which cater to patients' immature and outdated concerns about modesty. You'll find you'll get comfortable with his approach very quickly."

I doubted that. I was ALREADY uncomfortable.

She continued, obviously repeating a speech she'd delivered many times before, "For example, this is the room where you'll disrobe. You can hang your clothes on the hook by one of the stools. When the doctor is ready to see you, you'll be paged through the speaker." She gestured towards a speaker in the ceiling.

I was getting nervous. "Uh, where are the gowns kept?"

She laughed, waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Oh my, we don't bother with those! Just a needless expense. We're all adults here, aren't we? And the human body is nothing to be ashamed of, now is it?"

"Well, no, but I...." I began to stammer.

"Good, good!" the nurse said. "Glad you understand. Some of those silly younger women actually get all upset with our methods! But they're always surprised how soon they get comfortable. Now, just take your clothes off and I'll check your vitals."

At 42, I wasn't one of those "younger women" but I still doubted I'd get used to to this lack of privacy. But there was no one else there so I decided I'd try it this once. I started removing my clothes and trying to make them all stay on one hook. I smiled a bit sheepishly and I guess I blushed a little as I took off my bra and panties.

"There, there dear," she grinned. "Nothing to be embarrassed about!" She opened the small cabinet and pulled out a tray with a stethoscope, digital thermometer, and sphigmo-whatever (that thing they take blood pressure readings with) and indicated I should sit on one of the chairs. It was cold on my bare butt.

She went through all the routine checks with regular expressions of "Hmmm, very good." I decided it wasn't THAT bad sitting there naked, but still wished for one of those dumb little gowns that never stay closed in the back. I couldn't help keeping my hands folded in my lap, positioned to at least partially hide my bush.

The nurse finished her checks and patted my bare shoulder. "You seem just fine, dear. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes." With that, she disappeared out the doorway and down the hall. I noticed that there was no door on the room.

This is just too weird, I thought sitting there. What if I have to go to the bathroom? I probably have to go pee out in the parking lot.

I guess it was nerves, but the mental imagery from that last thought made me start to giggle like one of my female students. I actually jumped when the speaker in the ceiling came to life, announcing "Mrs. Richardson, please come down the hall to office number three!" It was a male voice which instantly brought back my feelings of embarrassment and exposure.

I stood up and took a very deep breath. Walking over to the doorway, I peered down the hall. It was deserted. Reminding myself that they saw naked people here all the time, I squared my shoulders and walked down the hall and found office number three. I noticed my palm was perspiring as I turned the doorknob. I stepped into the office.

A slim man wearing the obligatory white coat sat behind a simple metal desk. He appeared to be Arab or Asian Indian. He wore glasses. Grinning, he looked up at me. "Ah, Mrs Richardson!" he said jovially, "Please, come in, sit down!" There wasn't a trace of an accent.

He looked me straight in the eye without even a glance down at my naked body. I was expecting him to at least LOOK at my breasts and bush as I entered. I had an odd feeling. Was it disappointment? The sense that I was just another naked woman? Feeling confused, I sat down, crossed my legs, and folded my hands in my lap again.

He earnestly studied my paperwork. "Ah, good. All your vitals look fine! Well, no surprise, you seem to be in good condition." For the first time, he looked at my body, smiling. I smiled back weakly, determined to be an adult and not flinch under his gaze. "Well," I laughed nervously, "The belly and the butt still need work."

He grinned even broader. "At your age, with two kids, a little rounding here and there is normal." He leaned back, looked at me with his perpetual smile and said, "So...How's your pussy?"

I literally almost fell off the chair. But then suddenly, unable to help it, I burst out laughing. He laughed too.

"I always do that on the first visit," he said. "Breaks the tension."

It certainly did. It was a few moments before I could stop laughing. Finally I said,smiling, "My pussy is fine I think". I was starting to like this guy.

"As long as you don't mind, I will use common language between us, " he said. "A lot of medical terminology just interferes with good communication." I nodded as he continued. "That fold of skin beneath the hair between your legs might be called a vagina, but you and I both know it's a cunt. And what your husband puts in it is called a cock." I couldn't helping laughing a little again. This guy might be a nut, but I was becoming relaxed. I became aware that my legs were now slightly parted and my hands were on the arms on the chair. He gave me a pleased smile.

"I think we're going to get along fine, Jane," He said, addressing me by my first name. I didn't mind. " Since this is your first visit. I'll need to ask you a lot of questions, many of which you might consider quite personal, but I like to know the total person, Ok?" I nodded.

"Ok, then, How often do you have sex?"

"Once a week," I answered too quickly. "No, actually about twice a month."

"Is that often enough for you?"

I shrugged. "We've been married for twenty years. It slows down I guess."

He frowned slightly. "Do you usually orgasm during sex?"

"Sometimes, not always" I answered honestly.

"Then how often do you masturbate?"

I've never even told my husband I did THAT. I glanced away. "Couple times a week. Sometimes more often."

"Good!" he smiled. "Just with your hand? Or do you use something?"

My face burned. I was blushing. "Usually my hand. But...well..I.."

"It's OK," he comforted. "Just us here. No need to be embarrassed."

"I..well..I've used a cucumber." I looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, you'll think I'm weird, but our bed has these posts that stick up with a knob on the ends...."

"...And you hump them." he finished for me. I nodded. He smiled and made a note. "Nothing wrong with that."

"How big is your husband's cock when it's hard?"

I held my hands about six inches apart.

"Do you wish it was bigger?"

I sighed. "Frankly, yes. It..well..just doesn't reach as far in as I'd like"

"Ever had a larger one?"

"No!" I was lying and he knew it. He said nothing, looking a me with a small smile.

I sighed again. "I'm sorry, yes. But it wasn't something I went looking for. Three years ago, there were layoffs coming at the school district. One of the administators said he could fix it so I wouldn't be laid off..."

"If you gave him sex?"

"Yes, " I said. "In his office after school. It's not something I'm proud of...the way he had me bend over his desk with my skirt up to my hips."

"He was large?"

"Huge" I nodded, indicating nine or ten inches with my hands.

"Did you come?"

I nodded sheepishly."Yes. I-I didn't want him to stop...I even let him go..you know..up my rear."

"Had you experienced anal intercourse before?"

"No, my husband is pretty conservative about anything but typical intercourse and..well..oral sex"

"So you do suck his cock?" he smiled.

I had to laugh again at his bluntness. "Yes. More often than we have intercour...more often than we fuck" I slipped into the vernacular too. It felt good, more open. I get tired of being the constrained, prim and proper school teacher.

He closed the folder. "That's enough questions for now, Jane. Just hop on the examining table and lie down on your back." He smiled. "Put your feet in the stirrups. I'm sure you know the routine."

I did know the routine, which is why I looked around. "Isn't a nurse coming in during the exam?"

"Oh no," he said casually. "That's a needless expense for additional personnel. Also, I think it interferes with the communication and trust between us."

As I stood up, I became embarrassed. The conversation about my sex life had had an unexpected effect. The hair in my crotch was slightly wet and I knew my clitoris was at full attention.

"Uh, Doctor," I said shyly. "Maybe we..uh..should wait a couple minutes." He glanced at my nipples and smiled. I looked down. They were half the size they had been. I blushed.

"Just because you're a little aroused?" he chided gently. "You wouldn't be the first woman I've seen in that condition."

I nodded, trying to smile, and got up on the table and laid down. I scooted down and he helped the calves of my legs find the stirrups. The position opened the lips of my pussy and the cool feeling within them confirmed that I was wet. I blushed again.

I stared at the ceiling as he began. He joked while he looked at the exterior of my pussy.

"Oh yes, your clit is standing up to say hello!"

I stopped blushing and even managed a small laugh.

I inhaled sharply as one, then two of his fingers went in. He withdrew them, then entered me again using three fingers. He did the usual probing and wiggling inside me as well as gently thumping my bush from the outside with his other hand. (I always wondered why doctors did that.) I was relaxing again. I didn't mind his exam. In fact, it felt kind of nice.

The fingers withdrew and moved down. I tried to relax my buttocks as much as possible. A finger went up my anus and my hips moved upward slightly. "Ok, just relax" he said quietly. Then he went up my rear with two, then three fingers. I breathed a soft "Oh!" without meaning to. My clit got that funny "buzzy" feeling it sometimes does.

He withdrew and I felt nothing for awhile. "Everything OK?" I asked.

For the first time, he sounded a little tense. "Oh yes, fine. But perhaps I might need to take a little break here."

A little concerned, I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. He quickly turned his back to me, but not quite quickly enough. I'd seen the large bulge in the front of his pants.

He knew I'd seen it. "Sorry, but it happens. Doctors are human too."

I quickly laid back down and stared at the ceiling, not sure what to do or say.

Finally, I managed to say, "It's Ok, I understand." I even managed a nervous joke. "Not the first one I've seen."

"Just continue, Doctor" I said. "It's ok"

He said nothing and continued the exam. I heard him sigh. Then he said, "Excuse me, but its not comfortable. You know..the pressure." I heard a zipper, then a rustle of clothing. "Ok,..better" he said.

Knowing he was exposed made me nervous but didn't frighten me. I tried not to think how close his erect penis was to my open crotch.

"How often does...well...this happen?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh, every once in a while," he said trying to sound casual. Then a small laugh. "I think the nurse always knows why I go directly to the men's room after some exams."

"To jack off?" I hadn't meant to say it out loud, it just came out.

"Uh..well, yes"

"So after we're done, you'll go jack off about me?" I heard myself say.

"Yes, sorry."

"It's OK. I've had two students tell me that" I laughed.

"That they jacked off about you?" he asked. "How did you feel about that?"

"Honestly? I wanted to  watch, " I answered with  a weird boldness. "After one boy said that, I never made it home. I had to shove my hand down my panties and masturbate in the car on a side street."

"Really?...My!" he said in a slightly hoarse voice.

My clitoris was no longer buzzing, it was throbbing. He must have been able to see it bounce in time to my pounding heart. I bit my lip, tried to stay in control by thinking of something else....anything else.

"You have to now, don't you?" he asked quietly.

I closed my eyes tightly. "Yes"

While my mind told me I'd gone nuts, my hand moved down my tummy on it's own, ignoring the part of my brain telling it to stop.

I sighed as I cupped and squeezed the furry hump of my pussy, moving my hand down enough to catch my swollen clit between my fingers. I started the familiar squeezing and pulling motion, using my fingers and the lips of my pussy to massage my clitoris. I was masturbating in front of a man I'd just met and it felt deliciously dirty and wonderful. What would my stuffy husband think if he knew? I gasped out a laugh.

I came explosively, seeing colored lights behind my closed eyelids. My hips bucked and squirmed. I know I squirted a little.

I went limp, one arm hanging limply over the side of the table. I was breathing heavily, nearly panting.

"Oh my..Oh my" was all he seemed able to say.

I struggled up on my elbows again. I needed to see it. I stared.

His fly was open. Out of it jutted a penis I didn't think could be real. Ten or eleven inches of manhood as thick as my wrist. A glistening droplet clung to the tip. "My God!" I gasped.

The sensible part of my brain was shoved into a small corner by animal lust. I laid back down and said quietly, "Don't go to the men's room. Please!" I scooted down until my butt was nearly off the edge of the table. This made my legs point almost straight up.

He entered me too gently. The head stretched me. "More!" I said through my teeth. "Push it in! All of it!" He grunted and impaled me, pushing his total length up my cunt. Yes, it hurt at first, but I reveled even in that. The pressure made me fart and I think I might have peed on him a little, but I was not embarrassed. I was weirdly proud of feeling his balls bump my buns. I'd taken all of him!

He had barely begun pumpimg me when I came the first time, gasping and groaning. A woman was moaning "Fuck me! Fuck me!" and, through a hot fog, I realized it was me.

He said something about my bouncing tits and I felt him groping them, thumbing and tweaking the nipples. I arched my back to give him better access.

I came again as his fingers were rammed up my ass. I tried to gasp out my appreciation but could only manage an animal like grunt. I did hear him say, "I'm going to finish in there!" I was sure he'd kill me if he sodomized me and I didn't care....I'd happily die that way.

He suddenly pulled out of me and I felt so empty. Limp and groggy, I felt myself being dragged off the examination table and laid on my stomach on the floor. I spread my legs and raised my hips to open my buns. My fingers clawed the carpeting in fear and eager anticipation. I felt his weight on my back and something that seemed the size of a fence post pressing against my asshole. I felt it start to open and the huge head of his cock entering me. The pressure was incredible.

I must have passed out momentarily. Suddenly I felt his cock so far inside me that it seemed about to come out of my mouth. My anus felt like an over extended rubber band around his shaft. He fit in me too tightly to pump at first. Then he yanked me up on my hands and knees. That seemed to open me just enough and the pumping began, slowly at first, but then faster. My breasts bounced and swung beneath me. I peed down my leg and didn't care as something like a continous orgasm began. I dropped onto my elbows.

Just before I collapsed completely, I felt myself being flooded with warmth. He groaned and his hips jerked, giving me short, brutal thrusts. I fell over on my side, feeling his cock jerk out of my asshole. His cum poured out across my left buttock and I passed out again.

I awoke in a moment, lying on my back. He was kneeling over me, straddling my ribs and holding his penis in one hand. "I didn't quite finish" he said simply. I  understood. I opened my mouth. He pushed as much of his cock in my mouth as he could without gagging me. Then he leaned further forward and, supporting himself with his arms, he began fucking my face. I knew where that penis had just been. I didn't care. I sucked him greedily, swallowing most of his last spurts as some of it ran out of the corners of my mouth. At last he finished and got up and went to his desk.

I guess he spoke into an intercom. "Hi, Mary? I'm finished with Mrs. Richardson. Will you come in and help her please?" I was only slightly surprised. It had become pretty plain I wasn't the only patient this had happened to.

Nurse Mary came in and looked at me. She shook her head. "You know, this really backs up the schedule when you work one over this much." The doctor shrugged. "It was her first time and I thought she needed it." I couldn't really disagree with that.

The nurse helped me to my feet and sort of propped me up against the exam table as she expertly cleaned me up. "Where did he shoot his load dear, up your ass?" I nodded weakly and she bent me over the table and shoved something up my ass. I was later to discover it was a butt plug. "That'll keep you from leaking cum into your panties," she assured me. When I was finally able to walk on my own, she said, "When you get down to the dressing room, tell the girls there to come on down."

My knees were still wobbly and I had to touch the wall as I walked down the hall. I was in for one last surprise when I reached the dressing room.

Sitting on two of the chairs were a woman about my age and a petite teenage girl who looked very familiar. Both of them were nude. The girl looked up at me and her jaw dropped.

"Mom! That's Mrs. Richardson!" she exclaimed. "I had her last year for history at school!"

The girl was shocked at my appearance. My hair was a mess and my cunt hung open. It was pretty obvious what had happened to me. Of course, there was also the butt plug.

Her mother didn't even seem surprised. "First visit?" she asked. I nodded. "This is Emily's first time here," she continued."I've been seeing Dr. Sahid for a few years now." I looked at the line of Emily's cunt visible through her sparse pubic hair and thought of the doctor's huge penis. "Think she's ready?" I asked. They both stood up and the woman said, "Oh yes...the doctor specifically asked that she come in just before her sixteenth birthday." Then they both went down the hall, their buns bouncing in unison. I got dressed and left.

I happened to see Emily in the hall at school a few days later. She avoided making eye contact with me and I noticed she walked with a limp. I took her aside and whispered in her ear, "Try sitting in a hot bath for a while. It'll make it feel better!" She simply nodded and went on to her next class. As I watched her walk away, I thought of my own daughter who was just Emily's age....

It was perfect! The grating in the vent cover was angled just right. Josh could look down right into the shower and at the toilet next to it. There was no way anyone in the bathroom could tell that they were being watched.

Josh figured Saturday would be the best day to try out his new discovery. He usually slept late on Saturday so there wouldn't be anything suspicious about him being in his room with the door closed. He usually heard his mom and sister taking showers well before he got up.

He set the alarm on Friday night and stuck it under his pillow so only he would hear it. But he didn't need it because well before it was due to go off, he was already awake with eager anticipation. He crept over to the closet and climbed up the boxes he already had arranged. His young boner already stuck out of the fly of his boxer shorts as he stepped carefully across the attic. The vent was easy to find again because light was streaming through it. Josh looked down through the vent grate and was stunned by the sight of his mother sitting naked on the toilet.

She was peeing. He could hear water hitting water. At 39, his mother was still an attactive brunette. Her breasts were a full 34D, (Josh had checked one of her bras for the size). They were capped with dark brown nipples with plainly protruding teats. The triangle of brown hair in her lap was slightly darker than the hair on her head. Josh found himself breathing hard and noisily and tried to slow down, afraid she would hear him. Of course, he'd had glimpses of his mom's body before, but never like this where he could inspect her as he pleased!

She finished and spread her legs slightly to wipe, giving Josh a very quick look at the slit hidden there, surrounded by thin curly hair. Josh had never seen her cunt before and he felt his hard penis jump. She stood up, flushed, pulled aside the shower curtain and stepped in to the shower stall, drawing the curtain back and turning on the water.

Josh thought he would cum as he watched her wash her breasts. As she ran the wash cloth over them, they jiggled, swayed, and squashed slightly. He could almost feel their softness.

The shower head was one of those adjustable ones. You could turn a dial on it to get anything from a typical shower to hard pulses of water. For ease of use, it was attached to a hose. Josh's mother used it on its normal setting to rinse the soap off of her body. After she'd done this, she turned the dial until the shower began shooting water in steady, rythmic spurts. Josh was puzzled as to why she was doing this. After all, she seemed like she was done with her shower.

Josh watched in amazement as his mother leaned her back against one wall of the shower stall and stood with her legs spread as far apart as she could. Then she took the shower head and pointed its hard pulses directly into her crotch. Immediately her hips began thrusting back and forth in a very sexy way. Josh could hear her letting out soft gasps and groans. With a shock, he realized he was watching his mother masturbate.

When she began to tremble all over and squirm her back against the wall, Josh guessed she was having an orgasm like he'd read that women do. But his sex education class had never prepared him for how intense a woman's orgasm obviously was. She finally sat down on the seat molded into the shower stall, breathing heavily and obviously spent. Her nipples were drawn up into hard points and Josh got a good look at her cunt. It seemed swollen and open and he was pretty sure he could see her clit.

After a short time, she turned off the water, got out of the shower and began toweling herself dry. Josh figured it was time to get back to his room. He started to get up to sneak back to the closet, but that made his penis rub against the edges of his fly, and that was all it took. His cum shot out in quick spurts, landing two or three feet away, splattering on the paper backing of the insulation. Even as horny as he always was, he rarely shot THIS much! He grabbed his throbbing cock and pumped out the last dribbles of sperm. He had to lay across the rafters for a while before he even thought about moving.

He was just about to head back to his room when he heard voices coming from the vent. His mother was talking to his sister Susan. He looked back down through the vent just in time to see Susan take her bathrobe off. She was 16 and Josh had never seen her naked before. She had small, high breasts with nipples a bit lighter brown than her mother's. When he got a glimpse of her pussy, he instantly became erect again....she was shaved bare! He became aware of the conversation.

".......and you should try it!" Susan was saying. "Don't you get tired of all that fuzz down there?" Josh was surprised when Susan ran her fingers through his mother's bush. His mother barely reacted to this intimate touch.

"Your father likes it that way," His mother said. "And it doesn't bother me."

"Well, it bothers me!" Susan replied. "All he has to do is stick his cock through it. I'm the one who has to pick it out of my mouth!"  Josh was surprised at her language and wondered what she was talking about.

His mother laughed a little."Well, keep your door closed or I might not be the only one that cock goes in! I've caught him peeking at you a couple times."

"Really?"

"Yes" his mother continued. "And Josh is getting older too. Have you noticed how many boners he has?"

Up in the attic, Josh blushed hotly. He didn't know he was being so obvious.

Now Susan laughed. "Oh yeah! When do you think I can let him fuck me?" Josh nearly fell off the rafter he was perched on which would have sent him crashing through the ceiling.

"Just wait!" his mother said casually. "I told you how my brother nearly got me pregnant! And we used rubbers. But he pumped so hard one broke. We both sweated it out until I got my period. Just fuck your boyfriend now and then. He won't be trying to screw you every night like Josh will, so there's less chance of problems" She reached over and fondled Susan's bare pussy. "What's the matter, don't I eat this often enough for you?"

Susan wiggled her hips, pressing her pussy into her mother's fingers. "Oh yeah..I just get in a mood to get laid."

"I'll tell you what" her mom smiled. "Your dad had to go into the office this morning. When Josh goes to his baseball practice, I'll get the strap-on out"

Susan smiled. "Mmmmmmm! Great!"

Josh's head was spinning. What the hell was going on? His mother and his sister doing lesbo stuff? His sister talking about fucking him? He suddenly realized the time. If his mother knocked on his room door and he was still up in the attic..... He scrambled back to the opening in his closet ceiling and got back to his room.

He had no sooner closed the closet door and gotten into bed when his mother knocked. "Get up, lazy!" she called, "It's getting late!"

Josh spoke very little at breakfast and had a hard time looking at his mother and sister. They ignored him and made their usual small talk. Josh started to think he'd dreamed it all. Josh finished, got his equipment and headed out to baseball practice.

Josh got as far as the pay phone on the corner where he called his coach and said he'd couldn't make it to practice because of a stomach ache. But the part of Josh that was aching had nothing to do with his stomach. He walked back home, stealthily approaching the house as he got close.

He quietly opened the back door and listened. At first, he heard nothing but then voices seemed to be coming from his parent's room. As he moved down the hall, the sounds became clearer. It was Susan's voice..."Oh yeah!..Oh shit!..Deeper!"  The bed springs squeaked.

They hadn't closed the door. Josh saw that they were both naked. His mom was on top of his sister and Susan'as legs were wrapped tightly around her mother's waist. Mom wore the strap-on harness and a massive black rubber dildo was plunging in and out of Susan's stetched cunt. Josh was amazed something that big could even fit in his sister's pussy, much less cause the ecstasy she was obviously experiencing.

It was Susan who saw him first. Instead of screaming, she just breathed "Oh my god!" His mother glanced over her shoulder and quickly rolled off her daughter, yanking out the dildo.

The two females stared at him. Josh finally spoke. "Mom, take that stupid thing off. Then lie back and spread your legs." His mother nodded weakly as Josh removed his clothes.

As Josh climbed on top of his naked mother, he postioned his hips between her spread thighs. He looked over at Susan and said "Take my cock and guide it into her." Susan nodded slightly and reached between them, taking his swollen shaft in her hand. She pointed it at her mom's crotch as Josh moved his hips down.

Josh sighed and his mom gasped. As the bed began to move, Susam smiled, spread her legs and settled back to wait her turn...

"No shit?"

"No shit." Mike leered. "You can fuck their brains out. I swiped 'em from some stuff my dad had at his pharmacy."

"Well, that's great," Eddie laughed. "Too bad there's no girls around to give them to!"

Everyone but Mike laughed and Robby said. "Yeah, why don't you swipe some pills that make horny girls appear?" This elicited more laughter.

Mike looked sullen and said nothing for a while. He liked being the "bad boy" of the group, always coming up with ideas that could, and sometimes did, get them all in trouble. Finally, he said quietly "Your mom's home, isn't she?"

Robby missed the implication at first and then stared at Mike in disbeilef. "You try to give my mom that shit and I'll kick your ass!"

Mike raised in hands in a gesture of surrender. "Hey, hey, ok man! But you were the one who said you peeked at her dressing and sometimes jerked off about her! That one time, we all admitted we thought about our moms."

Robby shrugged and looked away. It was true. He HAD said that. At 43, his mother was still sexy. Sure, her butt was chubby and she had a bit of a belly but when she bent over, he'd felt his penis stiffen at a glimpse of her large breasts.

"Didn't mean to piss you off," Mike continued. "But, hell, your mom is still kinda hot. I bet all of us have thought about fuckin' her." The other boys averted their eyes, confirming their lusty thoughts about Robby's mother."...and it's not like she's never done it."

"But I don't wanna see her get hurt," Robby said. "You don't know what those things really do!"

"Sure I do," Mike retorted. "I read all about 'em on the web. The woman just falls asleep and wakes up hours later."

The group fell silent, thinking about Mike's awful, yet terribly appealing suggestion. Mike finally spoke again. "Anyway, we wouldn't have to DO anything to her. We could just, you know..check her out."

"You mean with her clothes off?" asked Billy eagerly.

"Sure!" said Mike. "You ever seen her cunt Robby?"

Robby shrugged. "No, just got a quick look at her bush a couple times. Too much hair to see, you know, what's between her legs." Robby thought of his buddies standing over his naked, helpless mother. He knew the thought should repulse him but he felt his penis start to rise. "We'd just look at her, right?"

"Sure, just look, " Mike said quickly.

"How would we get her to take that stuff?" Robby asked.

"Easy," Mike grinned. "Just put it in that big bottle of Pepsi she has in the fridge. You know she always has some of that while watching TV at night. This stuff doesn't have any taste or smell so she won't notice."

Robby's dad was away on a business trip. Tonight would be the perfect time to do this. His penis became completely erect. "I guess we could try it." The other boys looked at him excitedly as he took the pills from Mike. Robby felt his knees shaking a little as he went out through the tent flap and into the back door of the house into the kitchen. His erection had disappeared.

"Robby?" his mother called from the living room."Everything OK?"

Robby jumped a little, nearly dropping the pills. "Uh...Yeah, Mom. Just came in to get something for us to drink."

"Ok," she said absently, obviously engrossed in a TV program. "Just leave the open bottle of Pepsi. You can take anything else."

Robby opened the refrigerator and fummbled the screw-on cap off the Pepsi. He got two of the pills in but dropped the third, nearly stepping on it. He grabbed it off the floor and put it in the bottle. They were visible through the dark liquid which nearly panicked him. Then he saw that a slight swirling of the soda made thewm start to dissolve. In a moment they were gone. He started to leave and remembered he was supposed to be getting pop for his buddies. He turned back and opened the refrigerator door. He was startled at the sight of his mother in the kitchen doorway. She held out her glass, empty except for ice cubes.

"Pour me some of that Pepsi, will you dear?" she smiled. Somehow, Robby kept his hands from shaking as he poured the spiked Pepsi into the glass.

Back in the tent, his friends were beside themselves with anticipation.

"Holy shit! She already drank some?" Mike grinned. Robby nodded and asked "How long does it take to work?"

"Oh...not real long." Mike answered vaguely. He had no idea how long

In about an hour, they had their answer. The back door opened and Robby's mom called to them.

"Robby? I'm going to bed early. I'm really, really sleep. I don't know why. You boys gonna be OK out there?" She sounded groggy.

"Uh..sure, Mom" Robby answered. "Just leave the back door open in case we gotta go to the bathroom."

They heard the door close and sat for several minutes in the darkness without speaking.

"How long should we wait?" Eddie asked.

Robby sighed. "I probably oughta check on her"

"We'll all go," said Mike quickly. "We'll be real quiet."

Robby crept in the back door, followed by his three friends. The house was silent. Robby peered down the hall and saw the light on in his mother's bedroom. He listened but heard nothing. He sneaked down the hall and peered into the bedroom.

His mother lay on the bed on her back, her feet on the floor. She wore only her panties and bra. The bra was open and part of the back strap lay out beside her. She had obviously been seated on the edge of the bed undressing and passed out. Worried, Robby crept closer. He saw her bust risely and falling regularly as she breathed. She seemed OK and he was relieved. His friends were in the room doorway.

"Shit! Look at her!" Mike said gleefully. "Out like a light!"

The four of them stood over her, none yet daring to touch her. Finally Mike said, "Hey, well, her bra is open. Might as well take that off her." He glanced at Robby and reached down and grabbed the bra between the cups and pulled. Her arms flopped upward and then fell back on the bed as it came off, baring the twin mounds of her 34D breasts.

"Oh man! Look at those titties!" Mike almost whispered, staring at her large brown nipples. No one was even trying to hide the bulges in their pants.

Robby knew what was next and felt guilty about it but his lust overcame his reluctance. He hooked his fingers in the waistrband of her panties and pulled. The front pulled down to reveal the top of her dark brown bush but he couldn't get them off. "Hoist her hips up a little, Mike" His friend put his hands under her and pulled up. Robby pulled his mother's panties down her legs and off. She was naked.

"Oh man, nice bush," Billy said. "But still can't see her cunt"

"Let's pull her up on the bed more so we can get her legs open," Mike directed. Eddie and Billy clambered up on the bed and took her by the arms and hauled her up on the bed. Mike pushed out one leg and then the other. Everyone looked between her legs at the slit visible through the more wispy hair on her crotch. "There it is, man!" Mike said to Robby happily.

Billy leaned over for a closer look. "Where's her hole?"

"Inside her pussy lips, ya dumb shit," Mike said. He reached over and spread the labia. Robby gasped at the intimate touching but said nothing. Mike continued, "Man, shes got a big clit!" He flipped it experimentally. Robby noticed Billy had begun fondling his mother's left breast.

"Hey, c'mon guys!" he protested. "We were just gonna look!"

"Get real, Robby!" Mike pleaded. "When we ever gonna get another chance like this? She won't know if we get a little!" He was already taking his pants off. Soon, he was naked from the waist down. Robby was surprised at the size of Mike's hard cock.

"Hey, no!" Robby said as Mike crawled on top of his mother. "Don't! What if you knock her up? What if..." But Mike wasn't listening. He lay full length on top of her and his hand was fumbling down between himself and the unconcious woman.

"Shit! Where is it?" Mike mumbled. "I can't...oh yeah..here..man, shes pretty tight" He thrust his hips down and sighed, "Ohhhhhh yeah!" His bare butt started moving up and down rapidly.

"Wow! He's fucking her!" Billy said. Robby stared in disbelief. Eddie was taking his pants off.

Mike pushed himself up on his arms to obtain a better angle and more thrusting power. Her breasts bounced on her chest as he pumped her. Very soon, his hips jerked and he grunted "Oh!..Oh!..Oh yeah". He gave a few final pumps and rolled off.

Robbie only caught a glimpse of his mother's open cunt, oozing a trickle of white. Eddie mounted her almost immediately and easily penetrated her cum filled pussy. He squeezed and sucked her breasts as he frantically humped her.

Robby knew things were out of control and couldn't be stopped. There was nothing he could do. He watched Eddie fuck his mother and his own cock grew hard again.

Eddie finished even more quickly than Mike. He noisily shot his load and rolled off, dribbling cum across her thigh.

Billy had waited too long. He got in position over her and took his cock in hand. That was all it took to start him spurting all over her belly and chest. Some streamers of cum even hit her in the face. Eddie and Mike both laughed.

Robby felt like he was in a dream as he took his pants off. This was wilder than any fantasy he'd ever had about his mother. The other boys watched intently as he climbed on top her. He pushed his swollen cock against her crotch and then up into her. He sighed loudly and the other boys cheered. He managed perhaps half a dozen pumps before adding his jizz to the flood of it already inside his mother.

Groggy with lust and confusion, he got off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom to pee.

When he came back to the bedroom, he saw his mother had been rolled over onto her stomach. Her legs were spread and Mike was again on top of her, slamming his pelvis against her bare butt.

"Fuckin' her in the ass man!" he said in response to Robby's incredulous look. "It's just as nice as her pussy!" Robby stared as his mother was sodomized.

Things became a blur and Robby lost track of the number of times his mother was used and in what ways. When he and his friends were finally exhausted, she was sprawled across the bed on her back, glistening from knees to forehead with sperm. Rivlets of white ran from both her vagina and anus. The boys went to the tent and collapsed in a deep sleep.

They awoke almost together the next morning. They stared at each other. The lust had been replaced by fear of the consequences of what they had done. None of them spoke much as they got dressed. Robby seriously considered running away.

They all jumped when Rob's mother's voice called from the house cheerfully, "Any of you sleepyheads want some breakfast or are you going to sleep all day?" Each took a deep breath and they walked into the house like condemned men. They sat down at the table and Robby's mom served them breakfast while making small talk.

As the meal progressed, they began exchanging glances and small smiles. She didn't remember! They'd gotten away with it! Soon, they were laughing and joking with Robby's mother. After breakfast, Mike, Billy and Eddie thanked her and left.

Robby was helping his mother clear the table when his mother said casually, "My pussy is so sore I can barely walk this morning! Did all of you fuck me?" Robby looked at her, absolutley speechless. He could only nod. "Up my ass too?". He nodded dumbly again.

"I was actually awake towards the end there as you were finishing. You boys were so interested in sticking your dicks in me, you never even noticed I came a couple times."

"You did?" Robby said weakly. "Mom, I'm sorry..we just got crazy.."

"Oh I understand," his mother smiled. "Your dad and I have been talking about me giving you an education anyway. But I want your friends to think I just don't remember what happened, Ok?"

Robby nodded.

"Ok then," she continued. "You only forgot one thing last night. Take out your penis."

Robby hesitated for a moment then pulled out his cock. His mother fondled it, smiling, then she got to her knees. She leaned forward and took his limp cock in her mouth and began sucking it. He was instantly hard.

As he shot his load in his mom's mouth and she swallowed it eagerly, he reflected on how strangely things work out sometimes.....

She sighed. Not that it mattered. Sex with her husband George was a rare thing, usually happening only when he'd had a few drinks. And since menopause she didn't get as wet as she had when she was younger so even George's five and half inch penis was often not comfortable. He quite often ejaculated as he attempted to penetrate her. Her doctor had not been much help, simply explaining that older women often experienced some shrinkage of the vagina.

Yet her own sexual desire sometimes surprised her. Often, after this pleasant backyard chore, she went into the house and masturbated in her bedroom, lying across the bed naked on her stomach with both hands holding and massaging her crotch as her wide hips rose and fell. Not even George knew she did that. Linda had been raised in an era when 'nice girls' didn't do things like that. Of course, she'd been a virgin when she got married and George was the only man who had ever known her intimately.

What caused her backyard arousal was what she wore, not that it looked at all sexy to the casual observer. She was always covered nearly to her knees by a very loose smock, usually with a floral pattern. Like many heavyset women, her main reason for wearing the smock was to conceal her figure. But one day, she realized that there was no reason to wear anything under it. For a woman with Linda's background, this was a very daring thought. Her first foray into the backyard had only lasted a few minutes before she scurried back inside to put on a bra and panties under the smock. But she soon started to enjoy the feeling of her huge breasts bouncing and jiggling and the way an occasional breeze would sneak under the smock to ruffle the thick, curly hair between her legs.

Besides, she told herself, who would bother looking at me? Men didn't spend a lot of time looking at women of her age and weight. The only house with a clear view of her backyard was owned by Jim, a young guy in his early thirties who had recently been divorced. He was nice looking and, she was sure, had no interest in her.

"Hi! Hanging clothes again?"

She was startled and turned to see Jim standing at the back fence only about ten feet away.

"Yes," she smiled, putting the last clothes pin on a sheet. "Laundry never seems to end."

"I remember my mom hanging out stuff," he said. "Sure makes things smell nice."

Linda nodded, thinking a little glumly that reminding him of his mother wasn't exactly flattering.

"How come you're home today?" she asked.

"Oh, plant's on summer shutdown as they change tooling for the new model year," he answered.

"Nice, extra vacation," she bent over to get another item from the basket.

He laughed. "Better hope the wind doesn't blow!"

"What?" Linda asked, puzzled.

"When you're bending over in that loose thing you're wearing," he grinned. "You won't have any secrets left."

Linda laughed too. "At my age, you don't worry too much about that!" But she felt a girlish pleasure about his comment.

"Lots of perverts around," he smiled. "But I bet you're careful about what you wear under that."

Linda was a little surprised at the personal nature of the remark. She'd only talked to Jim a few times. But she found his attention flattering.

"I really don't bother," she found herself saying. "Here, in my own back yard." She immediately blushed and avoided looking at him. What did I say THAT for? she asked herself.

"Really?" he said quietly. "Nothing at all?"

She tried to sound casual, but knew her voice was tight. "Oh..no..you know...this smock covers me up." Linda managed a nervous laugh. "Not really very sexy."

He smiled. Linda quickly made some excuse, picked up her basket and went into her house. She was too nervous to go the bedroom so she took a shower instead.

She rarely did wash two days in a row, but found some excuse to do so and was back out in the yard the following morning. She felt oddly daring after the encounter with Jim on the previous day.

He again surprised her when he called a hello from his yard and wandered over to the fence.

"Say, I hope I didn't offend you yesterday by anything I said,"

Linda pretended at first not to recall the conversation but then forced a laugh. "Oh..no..of course not. I wasn't offended at all!"

"Good, good!" he said. "Thought I might have embarrassed you into wearing undies under there. I know it must be more comfortable without."

Linda hesitated. "No..I-I still don't have anything on under it." This time it didn't bother her as much to say that.

He grinned. "That's good. I bet your husband likes to think of you being out here like that."

Linda genuinely laughed. "George? He has no idea! If he did, he'd probably tell me to go put my underwear on."

Jim seemed truly surprised. "Really..wow..I can't imagine why. I mean...Well, I guess I shouldn't say it, but it's, well, nice to think of you that way."

Linda looked at him. "Naked?"

He seemed only slightly embarrassed. "You really are naked under that?"

Linda stared at him, feeling very odd. "Yes" she said in a hollow voice. Her hands were at her sides and she began to gather up material from the smock in her fingers. This made the hem begin to rise and it was soon above mid thigh. He watched her, transfixed. Linda didn't dare look down at herself because she knew she'd lose her nerve and stop. She continued to pull the smock upwards. It rose up to her hips and past them. She stopped as the hem reached her navel.

Jim looked wide-eyed at the large patch of dark brown hair between her legs. It was untrimmed, sending a wispy trail to up just below her belly button.

"See? I really am," she said with a calmness that amazed her.

"Can you..can you keep pulling it up," he asked with desperation in his voice.

She felt wonderfully dirty, "So you can see my tits?" He nodded dumbly.

She obliged and soon had the smock up under her armpits. She felt the warm sun on the massive globes of her breasts, warming her three inch wide tan nipples. "Oh Jesus!" he breathed.

Linda was stuck momentarily with her normal practicality. She looked around and realized that, because of the bushes and trees in her yard and others, Jim was the only one who could see her. She pulled the smock up over her head and off. She was nude except for the sandals she wore. She dropped the smock on the ground.

Jim gawked at her, mumbling, "Oh man..Oh man...I'm sorry Linda, I know you're married, but I've always liked mature women, especially queen-sized women!"

Linda had never heard that term, but liked it. 'Queen-sized'. It sounded nice. She turned to let him look at her exposed ass and he made appreciative noises. When she turned back around, she could see through the chain link fence that he was fumbling with his pants. He mumbled another apology and pulled out his erect penis. It was Linda's turn to stare as she looked at the thick seven inch shaft. Now she was somewhat alarmed. Self consciously, her left hand moved over her bush, only partly concealing it.

"Jim..I-I..don't think I can!" she said, a little breathless. "I mean..I never have. It's been only George.." He opened the gate and stepped into Linda's yard, pulling off his pants as he approached her. "Linda, it's seems like a long time since my wife left. And no one will ever know..." Now he was in front of her, hefting one of her breasts in each of his hands. Her nipples almost instantly stiffened. She gasped as he bent down and sucked the left one hard, like he was inhaling it. His other hand slipped down and plunged between her legs. This frightened her but her legs parted and her hips moved forward on their own. She felt a kind of fearful gratitude as a finger found her hole and plunged up inside her. He hugged her and reached behind to manhandle her buns as he furiously fingerfucked her. Linda's breath hissed between her clenched teeth and her hips moved back and forth rapidly as she rode his finger. She felt the wet tip of his cock smearing precum on her thigh.

"Jim!" she gasped. "I-I'm not wet enough. Eat me! Eat my pussy then fuck me!"

He pushed her down on her back on the grass, pulled her legs open wide and shoved his face into the forest of hair covering her cunt. She felt his lips and tongue push open her labia. He lapped at her already erect clitoris then moved down and plunged his tongue up inside her cunt. Linda felt a finger against her puckered anus and came as it went into her ass. He continued to eat her as her fingered her asshole, bringing two more quick orgasms. When he dropped her legs, she lay limply spread out before him.

"From behind!" she panted. "Do me doggie style! It'll go in further!"

He rolled her over and, looping his arm around her large waist, jerked her up onto her hands and knees. He held one of her hips in either hand and pushed his hips forward. Linda groaned as his cock plunged up her cunt, stretching her further open than ever before. "Hard!" she demanded. "Fuck me hard!"

He began pumping her with merciless force. Linda gasped and sighed as the painful intrusion gave way to pure ecstasy. Her head hung between her shaky arms and her huge breasts nearly hit her in the face as they swung beneath her. With the next orgasm she dropped onto her elbows.

His pumps became more rapid and she feared he might withdraw. She pushed back against him. "Cum in me! Every drop! Shoot it in me!" She came yet again as she felt herself being flooded.

At last he finished and pulled it out, allowing Linda to tumble onto her side on top of her discarded smock. Already she could feel his load oozing out across her thigh.

"Wow! You're a good fuck!" was all he could manage to say. Linda reached over and played with his still erect cock.Then she put the slippery, wet fingers into her mouth and licked them clean, murmuring "Mmmmmmmmmm!" This excited him and he gently pushed her onto her back. Linda smiled as he leaned forward over her. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked his cock while she fondled his hairy balls. He had a smaller ejaculation which she eagerly swallowed.

At last he took his penis from between her lips, then helped her to her feet. He assisted her as she got her smock back on.

She smiled at him tiredly. "You know, I think I'm going to be doing a lot more laundry from now on!"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

To escape my troubles, I'd drink and surf the web late at night, looking at porn. When I first saw the ad for the resort, I thought it was some kind of joke or someone's weird fantasy. But I'd had just enough to drink to send off an email to find out more. In a few days, I got a response that gave the phone number of the resort's local representative. I guess my curiosity got the best of me and I called and set up an appointment,

The address was in a downtown high rise that also housed some of the area's top law firms and corporate headquarters. I waited in a well furnished lobby to see the guy I'd spoken to on the telephone. When I finally sat down in his large office, I was even more nervous than I'd thought I would be.

“Look,” I said, “I'm not really sure I want to do this. But I've been out out of a job and money is getting tight. I...well..just wanted to explore the possibilities”

The man, who I only knew as 'Steve' smiled understandingly. “Of course. And if our opportunities are not something you want to pursue, it's best if we decide that now. But I think you'll find the possibilities to be very lucrative.”

I shifted uncomfortably in the chair. “Basically, what you do is run a sex resort in South America?”

He looked pained. “We prefer the term 'Adult Recreation Spa'. Our clients come from all over the world to relax and enjoy themselves.”

“And most of your 'employees' are Americans?” I asked.

“Yes, “ he smiled. “Our clients prefer American women, girls and boys.”

“Oh...boys too?”

“Oh certainly!” he responded, looking surprised at my question. “Now, let's talk about your family.” He got some forms out of a drawer and looked at me attentively. “You and your wife have how many children?”

“Two, our daughter Kim who's 15 and son Bart, 13.”

“Your wife's age?”

“Beth just turned 42”

He looked a bit troubled. “No offense, but your wife is a bit older than we usually accept. Did you bring a picture of her?”

I fumbled in my attache case and brought out a picture of Beth in her bathing suit taken the previous summer. He studied it and looked pleased, “She's in good shape. Nice, full bust too. What's her bra size?”

“Uh...36DD”

“She shave her pubic area?”

I hesitated, but then felt silly. Giving personal information about my wife was something I should have expected. “Uh, no, not usually.”

“I see,” he said thoughtfully. “We ask that because shaved women usually are a bit more open to new experiences. But, of course, all women are shaved at the spa.” I just nodded.

“Is your daughter a virgin?”

I think I jumped a little. “Yes, I'm sure she is.”

“And your son? Anally, I mean”

“Look,” I said. “Before we go further with this, what kind of money are we talking about?”

He smiled. “Of course.” He reached in a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to me and I saw that it looked like a menu, but it was a list of prices to be paid for the use of my wife, son and daughter for three months. It added up to more than I'd made in two years on my previous job. I swallowed hard.

“We pay half up front and half at the end of each summer”, he said casually.

“They...they won't be willing to do this,” I said.

He waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, none of them are. The first week or so is always difficult. But all come around. Even if they don't enjoy it, they cooperate knowing that we film many activities and will post them on the internet. All you need to do is get them on our airplane for the flight down to our spa. We do the rest.”

“I see,“ I said weakly.

The meeting lasted almost two hours. Both Steve and I signed the contract. At first I wondered why he didn't ask more questions about our sexual history, but then realized that it didn't really matter. That would soon change.

School would be out for the summer in two weeks and we agreed on a departure date shortly after that. Then a lovely young secretary came in and handed me a certified check for an incredible amount of money.

When I got home, Beth was thrilled when I told her the lie about the 'consulting' job I'd gotten and showed her the check with the rather generic company name on it. She didn't even seem to notice how vague I was about my job duties. Of course, the whole family was excited about the 'vacation' I had planned to celebrate my new position.

Over the next couple of weeks, I felt terribly guilty, but knew the money meant economic survival. Besides, Steve had hinted darkly about the consequences for breaking a contract with his company. There was something scary about Steve.

As the day neared, Beth and Kim excitedly talked about what clothes to pack. They thought it was a two week trip. I knew it didn't matter what they packed because they wouldn't have much need for clothes after we arrived.

The day we went to the airport, Beth and the kids were very impressed that we were traveling by private jet. Another family was there, husband, wife and two daughters a bit younger than Kim. A quick exchange of glances with the husband told me that he hadn't told his family the truth either.

It was a long flight. The family dozed but I couldn't sleep. Finally, we skimmed over the top of a jungle, landed at an isolated air strip and taxied up to a small terminal building.

The first shock came before we even got off the plane. Two girls of about 16 or 17 came out to get the luggage from the plane. One of the girl wore a thong, the other was completely naked. Beth and Kim stared out the plane window at them.

“I knew the natives might..well..dress like that,” Beth said, “But they look like Americans!” I didn't answer.

We got off the plane and walked into the terminal. It was pretty bare with just a few benches. There weren't any restrooms, just four toilets along one wall, right out in the open.

A group of men came up to the other family that had walked in ahead of us. The men said something to the mother and her daughters which obviously shocked them. The dad just looked away.

There were protests and struggles, but the men weren't there to argue. The women were taken over by the benches and the men began to strip them.

“Oh my God!” Beth gasped, “What is going on?”

The three were stripped naked in an amazingly short time and stood trying to cover themselves, looking shocked and tearful. The same girls who had picked up the luggage gathered up the discarded clothes from the floor.

The men approached us and Beth looked at me fearfully. “It's best to just cooperate,” was all I could say.

Seeing Beth stripped wasn't fun, but I was surprised at my curiosity about Kim's body. I hadn't seen her naked since was a little kid and I was impressed by her developing body. She already had respectable breasts and an almost womanly bush.

I notice that the girls from the other family momentarily forgot their shame and stared as Bart's cock and balls were exposed. He looked like he had a partial erection.

The women and Bart were herded over towards the toilets and told to use them. Because of nervousness and the long flight, the females obeyed and took turns sitting and peeing. Bart took his turn last.

The nude members of the families were taken out to a small bus for the short ride to the resort. The other husband and I were driven by car. When we arrived at the hotel, our car went up to the front entrance while the bus went down a side road.

The room I was given was beautiful and overlooked the beach which had perhaps fifty or sixty men on it of all ages and races. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see women being fucked on half a dozen beach blankets. Then I saw Beth and the others walking in a straight line towards a low motel-like building at the far end of the beach. All of them were looking at the women being laid on the beach. I guess that if they'd had any doubts, they knew then what they were there for.

I decided to explore the hotel and found it to be luxurious. I wondered what the paying guests shelled out for staying there. I picked up a copy of the rules and found that there weren't very many. The women, girls and a few men and boys who were completely naked around the hotel were available for sex on demand. The topless women were hotel staff and could only be fondled while on duty, but could be fucked when off duty.

As I read the rules, a very pretty blonde girl and a woman who was clearly her mother walked by. Both were naked. On an impulse, I said to the girl, “Honey, I'd like you to suck my cock please.” The girl looked startled and glanced at her mother who looked concerned. Finally, she said to her daughter, “Just get down on your knees and do like I showed you.”

The girl nervously knelt in front of me as I pulled out my dick. The thought that I was probably her first blowjob had given me a rock hard boner. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. I stuck my cock in her mouth, held her head and began gently fucking her face. Her mother stood by trying not to watch. Soon I was pumping my hips harder while trying not to gag the girl. Then I let out a big sigh and began spurting my load down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could but then pulled away and I came in her face and down her front. The mother came over to jack my cock a little and help her daughter out by licking the last of my cum off the tip of my cock. I thanked them, zipped up and walked away.

I went to the bar for a drink and yakked with the bartender, a friendly girl who didn't mind me feeling her tits every now and then.

I should have been prepared when I walked out to take a look at the beach. Still, I was shocked to see my wife laying on a blanket under a chubby Arab-looking guy. He was kind of holding himself in a push-up position so I could see that he was ramming a fat cock in and out of Beth's newly shaven pussy. Her big tits were bouncing from his thrusts but otherwise she lay still with her eyes closed, hands on his hairy shoulders. On the next blanket, the other mother who had been on the plane with us was getting a similar treatment from another Arab. The two men were exchanging comments in a foreign language, probably comparing the merits of the two women.

I wondered what had become of Kim and Bart, but didn't see them. I walked away before Beth noticed me.

Some hours later, after dinner, one of the other husbands told me that the teens were often brought to the lobby in the evening. He said he usually went there to check on his daughter and I decided to do the same.

Kim and Bart were both there. Kim was on one of the couch with a large black guy on top of her. He had her bent nearly double by scooping her up legs. A truly massive cock was being pushed into her cunt. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open but gentle gasps were the only sounds she made. I was amazed that the black guy was able to get fully half his prick into her.

Bart was bent over the arm of another couch. Behind him, a fat guy with glasses had his cock completely up Bart's ass and was pumping enthusiastically. Bart's young buns jiggled as he was humped. I could see underneath Bart and saw his erect cock swing and bob between his legs. He said something I couldn't hear and ejaculated explosively on the carpet.

The black guy was now fucking my daughter, grinning in appreciation of her youthful beauty. The strain showed on her face but I couldn't see any signs of protest.

I went back up to my room and was surprised to see Beth there, watching TV. “I'm on a break” she said simply, “We're allowed to take one every couple of hours or so.”

“Uh, you Ok?” I asked, knowing how stupid it sounded.

She shrugged. “Nothing to be done now. I hated you when I realized what you'd done, but after three or four men, you sort of give in.”

“How many men have you had?”

“Five” she said. “Counting the one who did me in the butt.” Beth had never let me have her anally and I admit to a pang of jealousy. “Oh, and I blew two guys,” she added.

I told her what I'd seen in the lobby. She nodded. “They have this one guy who busts the girls' cherries. He fucked Kim over in that motel. She said it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would.”

“Is Beth on the pill?” I asked, rather belatedly I guess

“No, but they stuck an IUD up in her right after she was deflowered.” Beth said. “But one of the Arab guys is offering a lot of money if she'll have a baby for him. We're thinking about it.”

I don't know why, but the idea of Kim getting impregnated gave me a hell of a boner.

Beth and I both went down to the lobby. As we left the elevator, some guy said something in her ear and she went back upstairs with him.

In the lobby, word had gotten out that Kim and Bart were brother and sister. Three men were watching and playing with themselves as Bart energetically fucked his sister on the same couch where the black guy had had her. Bart was obviously about to cum and the three guys moved closer. Almost in unison, the three men began spewing their loads all over the two teens. I heard Kim squeal excitedly as most of one load hit her in the face. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.

Other men had gathered around the scene or I probably would have fucked Kim too, but it was clear that she was going to be gang-banged. I saw one of the girls from the other family on the plane standing nearby, looking around shyly. She couldn't have been more than fourteen. I took her wrist and led to an open couch. As I got on top of the nervous girl, I saw her mother leaving the area so she didn't have to watch. The poor girl gasped and fainted as I shoved the entire length of my penis up her cunt in one brutal thrust. I fucked her unconscious body, quickly squirting her full of my lust. I yanked my cock out of her and walked away quickly, feeling a bit guilty. When I looked back, all I could see were her shapely young legs sticking out from under another man who was already humping her.

The first week or so was the wildest. Everyone had to learn to pace themselves. Beth and Kim could hardly walk after the first day because their pussies were so sore. The staff gave them arm bands to wear for a day or two, indicating that they were only available for oral sex. Bart only got fucked in ass once or twice a day and seemed in better shape.

Beth, Kim and Bart got every other weekend off and we went to another, more secluded resort area. It was nice being so relaxed about nudity. By the time of our first weekend, Bart had fucked Beth and I had screwed Kim so we had no secrets from each other.

The Arab guy offered even more money and we decided to let him impregnate Kim. She was his exclusively for a while and, by the end of July, she'd missed a period and the resort doctor confirmed that she was pregnant. It turned out that the Arab also knocked up one of the other girls we'd flown down with. Both girls would be flown to the guy's country to have the babies.

Now the summer is over and we're back home. Of course, friends and relatives were surprised by Kim's condition, but soon accepted it. No one knew where we'd been and accepted the story of me having a foreign assignment.

The main problem that has resulted from all this is that Bart and I really can't keep Kim and Beth satisfied. The summer at the resort got them used to getting fucked at least three or four times a day. Beth now has two boyfriends that she and Kim see regularly. Kim also has a boyfriend of her own that she fucks regularly. Occasionally taking it up the ass from me or this one family friend seems to keep Bart happy.

We'll be going back again next summer. Wouldn't miss it for the world.....

I immediately liked the school. I noticed the students all seemed neat and clean and moved between classes with a minimum of noise and commotion. I went to the office and told the very pleasant secretary that I was there for my interview. She had me take a seat while she told the principal I was there.

My first impressions of Mr. Birdwell weren't so positive. He was a tall, rather heavyset middle-aged man with a face that can only be called grim. The perfunctory smile he gave me as he shook my hand came and went very quickly. In his office, I sat in an uncomfortable silence as he studied my resume like it was a third grader's composition that he suspected the kid had copied off the internet.

"Any children of your own?" was his abrupt first question.

I ignored the fact that the question was probably illegal. "No, not yet. We knew my husband would be transferred at least once and didn't want to disrupt a child's life just yet." I managed a smile. "And my husband and I are only 30."

His smile again flashed on and off. He continued with more typical questions which I thought I fielded well. As the interview wound down, he paused and looked at me steadily. I thought I saw his eyes dart quickly to my legs, which showed only from the knees down beneath my conservative skirt. "Tell me, Mrs. Craig," he said slowly, "Do you consider yourself a team player?"

From his tone and posture, I could tell that he attached great importance to the question. I considered carefully before I answered. I said yes, giving examples from sports I'd participated in, team projects I'd been involved in at my previous school and similar experiences.

He seemed dissatisfied with my answer and again looked at me intensely. This time, I was sure I saw him glance at both my breasts and my legs, but I pretended not to notice. I looked back at him, smiling sweetly while thinking, 'I'm happily married, you old fart! And even if I wasn't, YOU would never have a chance!'.

"We have a..well..strict dress code here for both teachers and students," he said. "Does that bother you?"

"Not in the least," I answered truthfully. "I think it's a good idea."

"Good!" he actually grinned and I wished he hadn't. It was creepy. He went back to studying my resume then looked up and said, "Are you able to start immediately?"

He caught me off guard, but I recovered. "Uh, yes. Certainly." Wow!, I thought, I got the job!

I reported for work the following morning and met my department head and fellow teachers in the social studies department. I liked everyone and was soon forgetting about the weird Mr. Birdwell.

I also found my students to be likable, even the few clowns that I had. Serious discipline problems were rare, largely because Mr. Birdwell was not shy about expelling troublemakers. I can't say I was wild about the conservative atmosphere at the school, but things sure ran smoothly.

About three months later, I was due for my first performance review. I spent an uncomfortable morning with Birdwell sitting in on my classes, watching me intently, and scribbling notes. But I wasn't worried. My performance ratings had always been superior. I was a good teacher.

Imagine my shock when I found my review in my mailbox and finding it marked 'average' in all categories and 'Needs Improvement' under 'Teamwork'. I thought I was going to cry and hurried to the ladies room to compose myself.

Mr. Birdwell was out of the building, but Barbara, my department head, was in her office. She's a plump woman in her forties, friendly and pleasant. I sat down in her office and expressed my disappointment and hurt at my rating. She looked at me sympathetically.

"Jennifer," she said quietly, but with some discomfort. "We do things..well..differently here. The principal likes to see specific signs of cooperation, of team play."

"Uh..ok" I said, confused.

"Let's take the dress code, for example," she said.

"Something wrong with the way I dress?"

She avoided my gaze and said, "Well, I think maybe you overdress."

I was completely lost. "What?"

She sighed and stood up. She closed the office door and then came back behind her desk. Still standing, she reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised it and her slip up over her hips. I stared.

She wore no panties or pantyhose, just those 'thigh-high' stockings that stay up by themselves. Beneath the swell of her belly, the slit of her cunt was plainly visible..she was totally shaved.

"Mr. Birdwell feels strongly that a woman who wears underwear is not an 'open' person who can be a good team player," she explained.

I was dumbfounded. "You mean...I..I have to go without panties to get good ratings?"

Barbara shrugged and nodded, spreading her hands.

"And be shaved too?"

"Oh, that’s a matter of personal choice," she said. "But a bush is a bit more obvious if a student peeks up your skirt. You probably should shave."

"What about a bra?"

"Women bigger than 36C can wear a bra."

I swallowed hard. I was a 34B.

"What if I just quit?" I said, feeling angry. "And tell people what's going on here?"

She shrugged again, "Well, you'll take a rather poor rating with you. And no one will believe you, none of the teachers here will back up your story. We all need our jobs."

I sank back in my chair. "How does that old creep know if we have undies on or not?"

"Well, part of my job is to check," she said, somewhat sheepishly. "And..well..have you noticed how the chairs in his office kind of slant towards the back so your bottom is lower than your knees?"

"So I should sit there with my legs apart to give him a good view," I said with disgust.

She was sympathetic, "It’s only two or three times a year. Well, maybe more often for you because you're young and pretty."

I had one last, but very important question: "Does your husband know?"

"Oh yes," she said. "He understands."

I wasn't at all sure that my husband Steve would understand, but sighed and said, "All right, I'll shave tonight and no underwear tomorrow."

"Good!" Barbara said cheerfully. "And it can help if you put the hair in an envelope and bring it in. You know, kind of a peace offering. A sign of cooperation."

I just looked at her and said, "As a sign of teamwork?"

Barbara nodded happily as I left.

That evening, I had two quick glasses of wine before dinner. Steve asked me if something was wrong but I just shook my head. But at the dinner table, I blurted it all out. Steve looked at me with surprising calm.

"Wow!" he said, "You gonna do it?"

"I think I have to," I said, without looking at him. "Does it bother you?"

His answer surprised me. "Jennifer, we've been married eight years. We've both commented on how things have cooled off. This is kinda kinky. Maybe it'll spice things up. And all the old goat will do is look!"

At first I was a little hurt by his answer, but then realized that he was right. I brightened a little and grinned at him: "Wanna shave me?"

I undressed and laid across the bed with my legs spread. Steve did a nice job of reducing my bush to stubble, carefully putting the wad of light brown hair in an envelope. Then he pushed a finger up inside me.

"That all you got?" I teased. Almost instantly, the finger was replaced by his wonderful cock. He came quickly. but so did I. Afterwards, I took a shower and used a 'bikini bare' type hair remover to make sure I was totally bald between my legs.

The next morning, I almost put on my bra and panties out of habit. I dropped them back in the drawer and pulled out a pair of the thigh high stockings and put them on. I put on my slip, blouse and skirt. I chose the blouse for its loose fit which I hoped would conceal the movement of my braless breasts.

I wasn't prepared for how naked I felt. The smooth material of the slip rubbed against my bare buns and nipples, constantly reminding me that I wasn't completely dressed.

I went to the bathroom before my first class. In the stall, I hiked up my skirt to pee and actually blushed at the sight of my totally exposed cunt. Habits from years of covering up and being modest are hard to break.

My first two classes seem to drag on forever. I was sure that every student knew what I wasn't wearing. Actually, I am pretty sure some of the boys noticed the jiggle in my boobs. But it DID seem to make them pay attention better!

I had the third period free and used it to see Mr. Birdwell. I could have sent the envelope with Barbara, but I was determined to show him that I wasn't intimidated. I walked past his secretary, into his office and closed the door. He looked up in surprise.

"Yesterday, Barbara told me how things were," I said with a note of defiance in my voice. I dropped the envelope right in the middle of his desk. He looked inside and smiled broadly, "Ah yes, I knew you were a team player. Have you told your husband?"

"Yes," I answered calmly. "In fact, he shaved my pussy...and then he fucked me."

I got a great deal of satisfaction out of his surprised look. "I-I see..he had..uh..intercourse with you last night?" His voice had a strain to it that I knew was arousal. I should have been disgusted, but I was enjoying teasing him.

"He sure did," I said in a tone of voice I might use to discuss the weather, "He shaved me, fingered me, then got on top of me and shoved his cock up my cunt. He pumped like mad and really blew his rocks in me."

"Oh!" he said, voice almost squeaking, "How nice. Did you-well-achieve climax?"

"Oh yes Mr. Birdwell," I said, "I tend to come rather easily anyway. I sometimes get off two or three times when my husband fucks me." I was REALLY starting to have fun with the old pervert!

"Really? I wish my wife.." but then he caught himself. "So you're feeling differently about things today?..Uh..better, I hope?"

"Oh yes sir," I assured him and took the hem of my skirt and slip and hiked them up past my hips, exposing my bare pussy.

His eyes went wide. I turned to give him a nice view of my firm buns, "I forgot to mention that my husband occasionally fucks my ass. I enjoy that. Is sodomy Ok, Mr. Birdwell?"

"Yes..yes..no problem there," he sort of gasped. As I turned back around, I saw one of his hands was under the desk.

I tucked the hems of the skirt and slip into my waistband to hold them up. I began unbuttoning my blouse, saying innocently, "And Mr. Birdwell, I want to assure you that I got rid of that silly bra too.." I pulled my blouse off my shoulders and shrugged off the shoulder straps of slip. Both tumbled to my waist, exposing my breasts. I was essentially standing before him naked.

"So I see, so I see," he said in a strangled voice. "Mrs. Craig, you'll have to excuse me..I have a.." but he didn't finish. He stood and fumbled frantically with the front of his suit pants. His fly came down and he pulled his penis out of his underwear just in time to avoid having an accident in his pants..

He looked totally mortified as he helplessly gripped his spewing cock. The first huge spurt shot over the desk and landed just in front of my feet. More squirts followed, splattering the top of his desk. Finally, he stood leaning over his desk, panting, bracing himself with both hands. His still hard cock gave jerky bounces as it throbbed.

He was so spent that he didn't even notice me as I inserted one finger between my legs, gave myself a few fingerfucks, and came quickly with a soft "uh!"

I buttoned up and pushed my skirt and slip down. I left his office, wondering if it was part of his secretary's job to clean up the mess on his desk....

Jeremy answered through the closed door. "Uh...Ok, mom..I'll be out in a little bit!"

His voice sounded odd. I couldn't really define why. Just call it motherly instinct.

"Jeremy?" I said, "Is everything alright?"

There was a pause. "Yeah, sure mom. No problem." But I thought I detected a note of fear or nervousness in his voice.

I thought for a moment and then decided that my responsibly as a parent took precedence over his privacy. "Jeremy, I hope you have clothes on, because I'm coming in!" I turned the knob and opened the door.

He was lying on the bed in his usual t-shirt and boxers. He quickly pulled up the covers to cover himself, but not quite quickly enough. My face felt very hot and I knew I was blushing.

"Oh! I..uh" I stammered, deeply embarrassed. "I'm really sorry!" What I had seen was his erect penis protruding from the fly of his boxer shorts. He was obviously either masturbating or just about to. I averted my eyes and started to close the door.

"Wait!" he said in a plaintive tone, "I think I got a problem...I-I don't know..I-I'm not sure how..."

I stopped, confused. Surely, every teen boy knows how to masturbate! I looked at him, trying not to look at his penis. "Uh..don't know how to what?"

"It won't go away!" he blurted, sounding close to tears. "It's been..like this..for a couple hours!"

I tried to sound calm, but I knew I was still blushing. "Well, did you...did you finish?"

Now he was blushing too. "Kinda, but not a lot. Not like it usually is." He looked at me helplessly and blurted out, "I took one of Dad's pills! One of those little blue ones! I just wanted to see what happened!"

"Oh no! You didn't!" I almost yelled. Jim, my husband, had been having some problems getting erect and had gotten a prescription for the famous 'little blue pill'. "Jeremy! How could you be so stupid! And you were snooping in our bedroom!"

He looked away, shamefaced. "I'm really sorry! I'm scared! What do I do?"

My brief anger turned to concern. "And..well..doing the usual thing doesn't..uh..make it go away?" He shook his head. I tried to think clearly. "I'm going to have to call the doctor!" Jeremy blushed more deeply as I picked up the phone on his desk and dialed Dr.Blakeslee.

The nurse put me right through. The doctor listened to me and sighed, "Well, there is an injection that will reverse the effects, but it really hasn't been approved for use on someone his age. Yet going on too long in that condition can injure the penis." He paused. "Brenda, I don't know how to put this delicately, but does he have a girlfriend?" I understood his meaning and was more than a little shocked, "Not THAT kind of girlfriend! He's only 15!" The doctor sighed again, "Well, I know sexual intercourse can provide enough stimulation and the necessary orgasm or orgasms to relieve the problem."

"Isn't there anything else that will help?" I asked, feeling helpless.

"Not really. The injection or intense stimulation are the only two solutions. You could wait it out but that could be risky." he hesitated. "Tell you what. Why not..well..just wait and relax..consider the situation for a while. Call me back if you need to." I was confused at first. He seemed to be abandoning us....but then I understood what he was trying to say.

"I-I understand doctor, thank you," I said somewhat numbly and hung up.

"What did he say?" Jeremy asked hopefully. I didn't know how to answer him. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Even though he'd pulled up the covers, his erection was still obvious.

I took a deep breath. "Well, basically, honey. He said that this is a problem that we..that we have to solve on our own." I told him what the doctor had said. His face fell.

"But I-I don't know any girl THAT well! I never even did 'it'..honest, never!"

I shifted uncomfortably. I didn't know how to say what I had to. Taking another deep breath, I looked up at the ceiling and said, as calmly as I could. "Honey. most girls your age are still virgins and it wouldn't be right to use them that way. But..well..I'm a female and..well..not a virgin"

"Oh Jeez!" he exclaimed. "You mean, I'd put it in your...I mean, have sex with you?" I could only nod and say "We can't tell your father"

I pulled the covers down and this time really looked. His swollen penis pointed straight up his belly. It looked a bit larger and thicker than his dad's. I reached out with a trembling hand and touched it, then wrapped my fingers around it. I was surprised by its hot, almost steely hardness. Had Jim's EVER gotten that hard? The moment was quite awkward for both Jeremy and me.

"I think I'm going to go over to my room and..well..get ready," I said quietly. "When you think you're ready, you can come over..Ok?" He nodded. I felt an increased throbbing in his shaft just before I let go it and left the room.

In my bedroom, I undressed quickly, trying not to think too much. I tossed my panties onto the floor and looked at my naked body in the mirror. For 38, I think I still look Ok, but I should exercise more. The big globes of my 38D breasts hang a bit now but aren't too floppy. My hips have widened after two kids, giving me more of an 'hourglass" type figure. I was a bit embarrassed by the untrimmed thatch of dark brown hair between my legs, but figured it really made no difference now.

I wasn't ready. My wide dark nipples were relaxed. I put my hand between my legs and pushed my middle finger up inside me, finding myself damp, but not wet. Just then, Jeremy appeared in the doorway, staring in fascination. He was naked now, his manhood pointed straight out in front of him. I quickly pulled out my finger.

"I'm not quite ready..inside, I mean," I said sheepishly. Jeremy looked confused. I sat down on the bed.

"When a woman is ready for sex, she gets wet, down here," I explained, placing my hand on my crotch. "It lubricates me so a penis..your penis..can slide in easily." He nodded.

"Can I help you get ready?" He asked.

I balked at first, but then realized that was silly. "Yes..yes you can," I said, pulling myself up onto the bed and reclining on my back. "Lie down here beside me."  He did and I closed my eyes and opened my legs.

"Ok, honey. Reach down between my legs where the hair is." I felt his hand on my bush and suppressed a startled jerk. "Yes, there. Now down further. Feel that fold of skin? You know what that is, don't you?"

I felt him probing the slit as he said, a bit breathless, "Yes, it's your cunt." I didn't correct him. Nice language seemed silly by that point.

"Push your finger in the slit..uh..yes, but down further, more towards my butt..oh!..there! Push it up that opening." His finger went up inside me. I opened my legs further. "Yes. That's good. Now, move it in and out."

I think he was trying to shock me as he asked, "I'm fingerfucking you, aren't I?" I answered casually, "Yes, honey, you're fingerfucking me."

I felt his other hand on my right breast. A tentative squeeze. "Suck the nipple", I encouraged. "That helps too." Almost immediately, eagerly sucking lips pounced on my nipple. He pulled his finger out of my cunt and began playing with my other breast.

"Man, you got nice tits, Mom!" he said as he moved his face to my left breast. His other hand moved back between my legs and found something new. My hips jerked.

"What's that? What's wrong?" he asked.

"My clitoris..its very sensitive" I answered.

He moved his face down below my belly. "It's standing up, Kinda rubbery," he observed.

"Yes..I'm..I'm becoming aroused," I said, frankly surprised.

I heard him breathing more heavily and felt him swing his leg over me. I thought he was preparing to mount me and kept my eyes closed, my heart racing. Was I doing the right thing? All this was SO forbidden! But then I felt him up further on me, almost sitting on my breasts.

"Jeremy? What are you..." I opened my eyes to see his hard penis hovering over my face. He had one knee planted under each of my armpits.

"Suck my cock!" he demanded in a hoarse, unfamiliar voice. "Suck it!"

"Jeremy! I'm your mother! You....AUUGHH!" His response to my protest was to push his cock into my mouth and nearly down my throat, almost gagging me. He immediately leaned forward, his hips over my face. His hips began pumping frantically. "Oh yeah!" he breathed, "Oh yeah! facefuckin' ya!" I was near panic, but he had me pretty well pinned. I real can't 'deep throat' very well but with Jeremy, I had to as he forced the head of his penis down my throat. I felt his hairy balls squash against my chin each time he thrust downward. Suddenly, his pumping became very rapid, almost frantic. He was going to come in my mouth! I tried to protest but could only manage a gurgle.

"Ohhhh shit!" he gasped out. There was a great, hot flood in my throat and mouth. I couldn't breathe. There was so much that I couldn't even gag. I was literally drowning in my son's sperm! I heaved my hips and shoulders but he kept pumping away, spurting more and more. It poured out of my mouth and down my chin and cheeks. My vision got fuzzy and just as I felt I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, he fell off me to my right, pulling his cock out and shooting the last of his load straight into my face.

I rolled to the other side of the bed, gagging, coughing and spitting out what seemed to be a gallon of cum onto the carpet. I lay there with my head hanging over the side of the bed, trying to get my breath.

"Wow Mom!" Jeremy said. "That was great! I didn't know you could suck like that!" I still couldn't breathe well enough to respond. I remember hoping that I had taken care of his 'problem' at least. But I was soon to be disappointed.

I was lying on my stomach. Without further comment, he grabbed one hip and rolled me onto my back. As he pulled my legs apart, he said "Oh yeah! Now let's get some of that pussy!" I started to say something...I don't remember what, when he scooped up my legs and stuck his cock in me..all of it at once.

"Oh God! Jeremy! Easy!" but he had again gone deaf,it seemed. "Yeah! Yeah!" was his only response, "Shit this feels great!" He slammed it in and out. The bed creaked and groaned as my breasts bounced all over my chest. I felt him swelling up bigger and hotter inside me but I didn't believe he could come again so soon.

As his pumps quickened, my own hips began lifting to meet him. "You likin' this Mom?" he asked in a surprised and pleased voice. I didn't answer, feeling both shame and pleasure, but I did hug him close.

"Don't..come..yet..not quite..yet," I panted in his ear. His pumping and the heavy smell of his jizz on my face drove me over the edge and I erupted in a bucking, groaning orgasm.

"Oh shit yeah! You're comin' !" He exclaimed. I could hear the surprise and delight in his voice as I came with a ferocity I hadn't felt in years. I thought I'd faint from the intensity of it, which was enhanced by feeling his organ spurting inside me.

I lay there limp as he gave a last few pushes before dismounting. He lay quietly behind side me for a time. I was too spent to look to see if his boner had subsided, but I soon knew that he hadn't.

"Roll over on your tummy, Mom," he said, pushing on my hip. Dreamily I complied, not realizing what he had in mind until I felt his finger between my buttocks. "Ever had it up the ass?" he asked eagerly. "Only a couple times," I answered groggily, "Your father doesn't like to do that." I felt his finger go up my anus roughly, making me gasp. "It's nice and tight!" he admired, as he worked his finger in and out.

I came to my senses as I felt his weight on my back. "Wait Jeremy! You can't just shove it in! I need..." and then I groaned in protest as he forced his penis up into my rectum. He began humping as rapidly as my asshole would permit. I groaned and squirmed beneath him.

"Jeremy! It hurts! Pull it out!" I almost screamed, but already a tingling pleasure was coming through the pain. My buns jiggled in time with his thrusts. I felt like I was going to pee and put one hand beneath me to grasp my pussy to hold it in, but I was soon masturbating. The pressure did make me pee a little, it dribbled through my fingers as I humped my hand.

Then a voice said, "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

I was able to twist my head around enough to see my daughter Julie standing in the bedroom doorway, her eyes wide and mouth open in utter shock. My feet pointed toward her and I knew she had a clear view of her brother sodomizing me. I had totally forgotten that her girlfriend's mother was bringing her home from the mall!

Of all the things she could have said, what she blurted out was totally unexpected: "Does that hurt?"

I just shook my head.

Jeremy became aware of her and suddenly yanked his penis out of my rear. Julie's eyes widened even further as she stared at her brother's erection. She didn't move as Jeremy leapt off the bed and grabbed her arm. He roughly flung her onto the bed but she raised no protest..seeming stunned. When he unsnapped her jeans and attempted to pull them down, she yelled "Don't!", grabbing her jeans just as her bright blue panties were starting to show.

"Jeremy, no!" I yelled, "You can't do that!"

His eyes were wild, "Why not?" he said, "She's got a pussy...she even showed it to me! Teasing me!" The blush on Julie's face confirmed what he said. She suddenly released her grip on her jeans and Jeremy yanked them off her in one movement, knocking her shoes off in the process. As She tried to  get up off the bed, he grabbed her top by the lower back and jerked it up over her head. Her bra catch let go and both her flailing arms instinctively tried to cover her exposed small breasts instead of holding onto her clothes, allowing him to finish pulling off her top and bra.

Her eyes had a wild look as she tried to keep him from tearing off her bikini panties, but the flimsy material ripped easily. Jeremy tore them off her and flung them behind him. They flew clear out into the hallway, their tattered remains fluttering like a blue butterfly.

She made only a half-hearted attempt to cover the neat triangle of hair between her legs. It was the exact shade of brown as mine. She scooted across the bed away from him, stopping as she got next to me. She looked at me with shock and an odd fascination in her eyes.

"He's going to fuck me" she said, rather quietly. Her legs were open slightly and I could see the slit of her vagina.

"Jeremy!" I scolded. "She's a virgin. And you could get her pregnant!" But Jeremy advanced on her, taking her shoulders and pushing her down on the bed on her back. Her eyes darted between his face and his hard cock. "It-it won't fit!" she said, mild fear in her voice.

I know I should have stopped it, but the atmosphere in that bedroom was charged with lust. I've never felt such electricity. "Yes it will, dear," I said soothingly. I slid my hand over her thigh, bringing it to rest on the fuzzy hump of her young pussy. I massaged it gently. "Mom..." she started to say. "Shhhhh!" I hushed and lowered my face to suck her left nipple, making its flower petal softness change into a rubbery erectness. "Oh.." she said softly as I felt her body lose its stiffness. I took my hand from between her legs and wiped it against my own crotch, making my fingers wet and shiny. I put my hand back between Julie's legs and rubbed the wetness into her pussy, then slipped my finger up inside her tight vaginal opening. I worked the dampness into her and, as her own wetness started, her hips moved gently. I briefly sucked her other nipple then kissed her on the lips. I looked at Jeremy.

"You can take her now," I said.

He had been watching us, but now he came back to life. He laid on top of her. She looked fearfully into his eyes, but loosely put her arms around him and let her legs slide open wide. I saw the head of his cock push against her crotch, but knew it was too high. I reached between them, took his shaft in hand and moved it down slightly. "It's right there," I said, "Push slowly!"

He pushed and Julie gasped, "It's going in!" Then her head went back and she gave a short scream. I knew my daughter had just lost her virginity. "Owwwwwwww!" she complained softly, "Take it easy!" and, surprisingly, Jeremy did go slowly. But he relentlessly pushed his penis into his sister's vagina. "Draw your knees up, honey," I encouraged, "It'll help it go in!" She obeyed and I saw a few drops of blood on the bed beneath her butt, a result of her broken hymen. When two-thirds of his shaft had disappeared between the stretched lips of her cunt, she grunted "I can't take any more!" Jeremy began to pump, forced to go slowly by her tightness.

I know it sounds terrible but I laid there and masturbated as I watched my children fuck. Julie looked over at me and smiled, the flush of her face spreading down her chest as her arousal increased. Soon her hips were rising to meet his pumps and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He seemed to be fucking her brutally but she kept gasping encouragement so I said nothing.

"Jeremy, don't come in her," I said, knowing it was futile to tell him that. His hips soon began jerking motions. Julie's eyes flew open wide. "I can feel it!" she said with delight, "I can feel him squirting in me!" Already I saw a dribble of white ooze out of her, running between her small buns, across the pink pucker of her asshole. Jeremy seemed almost done when she came, holding him in a bear hug and giving rapid pulses of her hips. I came as I watched her.

Finally, he rolled off her and she lay limp as a rag doll, legs wide open, his sperm gushing out of her stretched cunt. I looked at Jeremy and sighed with relief. His cock was finally limp!! He was completely exhausted.

Of course we never told Jim about what had happened. Not about that or subsequent 'sessions'. Thankfully, Julie didn't get pregnant and I got her on the pill, telling Jim it was to help 'female problems'..he didn't ask for details. I had thought Jeremy would prefer Julie over me, but he's in bed with me more often than with her. Julie tends to be a bit fussy about letting him come in her mouth and is still adjusting to taking it 'in the back door', as she puts it. And oh yes, Julie and I have enjoyed each other further..we tend to do that when it's just us at home.

Hard to believe that a little blue pill caused all this. When Dr. Blakeslee asked about it, I just tell him that everything worked out just fine!