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Having returned home after visiting some friends, I had found my mother and one of her contractors naked and recovering from sex on the pool deck. I was shocked. I was aware she had arranged a meeting with him, but had no idea that sex was to be the reason.

My mother had been a widow of five years and, to my knowledge, had not entertained a man since my dad’s death.

This was a bit overwhelming. One aspect that was even more surprising to me is the age difference between her and the guy involved. She was forty three and he would be about twenty five to thirty, more suitable to be my lover than hers. I was twenty one.

After the shock of being found in that situation we all moved inside. While he showered my mother and I began a rather unpleasant conversation. Here she was naked, which is not unusual around our pool and obviously having had sex, and with a much younger man.

He was a virtual employee or contractor on one of her building sites.

Since my father's death, she had taken over running the organisation, which was basically a building development company. He was the electrical contractor that she had employed on a site under development.

Why they were having sex together was a mystery that I wanted explained.

My own history was not a pleasant one. I had been involved in a cheerleader’s squad at college that had become nothing more than a team of whores. The football team used us for what they wanted when they wanted it, and that was more often than not.

We had multiple partners and nothing was sacred. We all participated in orgies of sex and booze after each game, win lose or draw. Some even used stimulants to enhance their sexual ability. My mother became aware of the activities and asked me to stop. I was reluctant to do so as we all were treated like beauty queens at college. We were in the forefront of any activity the school was engaged in.

One afternoon after the game that won us the competition, I overdid it and got very drunk. I allowed myself to be used in a particularly aggressive orgy of sex. I had been willingly stripped naked, my bra and pants torn off me, and my body used in every way shape and form, heaven knows how many times.

I could hardly stand and somebody drove me home and delivered me to my front door. They rang the door chime and cleared off, leaving me alone.

My uniform - or what was left of it - was in tatters. I was covered in cum from guys ejaculating over me, and my head was full of it. I was not alone, all the girls were involved and used by these animals. We were as bad as them and willing participants.

When my mother opened the door, she was shocked to the core; never had she seen anybody in such a state, and the only words that she used time and time again, and became imprinted on my mind, were, “You are a drunken and disgusting slut and a whore to boot”.

She was right. I had become a cum bucket for any and all of those guys. God knows how many had used me orally, vaginally and anally that afternoon, I had no idea. From the state I was in there had been certainly more than a few.

My mother’s words haunted me. I was so ashamed and disgusted I withdrew from the squad. I never went near any of them again, the girls or the guys. I never made any public utterances as to why I left, but everybody in the squad and team knew, and I was sent to Coventry. I became a virtual recluse for the remainder of my final year.

After the initial shock and horror, my mother and I have become very much closer; she stuck to me and helped me get through the horrible situation I had found myself in. I cried a lot and we talked a lot.

She gradually became aware of every disgusting deed I had engaged in over the previous months, which included double penetration oral and anal, and sex with other girls, which probably shocked her the most. Confession may be good for the soul, but it is devastating when you tell your mother.

Now we are like sisters. She is encouraging me to take a role in the company mainly in the administration of it. I feel I have turned the corner and will never venture into that realm of life again. I still enjoy respectable sex, and I have a regular boyfriend and he sleeps over at our place with my mother‘s knowledge and permission.

She recognises I could not and did not want to become a celibate woman. This time I would enjoy sex responsibly and respectfully.

We all continued to swim and use the pool in our naked state, as this was our preference and desire. Nobody was embarrassed or concerned. It was only virtual family.

Unfortunately, a few months later, Tim my boyfriend, was posted overseas, and I would not see him for a couple of years. We parted the best of friends.

Things were working out well. Over time I adjusted to her dalliance with Mike and they had become a little more than casual lovers; he was regular visitor and often slept over at our place in mum’s bed. The age difference was ignored and they loved the joy of sex, as they did each other.

We were all involved in our own affairs and he was becoming more involved in the company operations mainly at my mother’s insistence. I had a feeling he would become a partner or director in the company before long.

One evening we were all having dinner together. Mum informed us that she had to go to London for a few weeks on business. It was something that had come up as part of my father’s estate and she had to go and sort the matter out. It was more or less a legal matter.

It was straight forward but time consuming, and a lot of documents needed to be signed, and arrangements etcetera, finalised.

Mike would become a director and he and I would be in control of the business here while she was away. What with email and phone calls there didn't appear to be any problems with her away. I could sign contracts and cheques so there were no foreseen problems. Mike now being a director there would always be two signatories available should they be required.

Mum and Mike retired to bed to seal the deal of Mike becoming a director. I would have to satisfy myself privately. She was completely obsessed by him and he was with her as well. It was an ideal partnership.

The only problem that we could foresee was the time difference. Should we need to talk on the telephone or correspond by email at the same time? Mid-day London time would be 11 pm here. I was sure we could work things out.

Things progressed well, and with mums ability, everything was sorted out before she left.

I kept an eye on expenses and the contractors accounts and Mike coordinated the work on the two sites we now had running at the same time. Mike and I met regularly to discuss any problems, and this was usually on one of the sites. If anything needed sorting out, we would both discuss the problem and get a resolution. If we didn’t agree, we emailed mum and she had the deciding vote.

Mum was going great guns in London; however things did not move as quickly as we had hoped, and she had been delayed. Then there was a problem on one site that we needed to discuss with mum. We emailed her with the details and she said she would ring. The call would be at 1pm London time, which meant mid-night here. Mike would have to be here.

Mike came over for dinner. We had one bottle of wine and opened a second. We forgot Mike would have to drive home. He said he would sleep here in mum’s bed. He had done that often enough, but with her by his side.

As I said we had a bottle of wine and we were both a bit chirpy. Mum rang early and we sorted things out satisfactorily. We told her Mike would be sleeping in her bed alone. She said for him to behave and not starch the sheets.

After the call we sat on the lounge together and talked about the decisions we had just taken with my mother. I don’t know how or why it happened, but our conversation just stopped virtually in the middle of one item we were discussing. We looked at each other and God knows why I did it, but I kissed him.

At first he tried to pull away but what I had begun as a kiss on the cheek developed to kissing him on the lips. What was going to be a friendly kiss was soon out of control. Suddenly we were engaged in a kiss that became hard and passionate.

Our tongues were intertwined, and without realising it, I knew what had transformed my widow mother into a sex machine. He was amazing and I was melting in his arms. My God, I thought, is he going to fuck ME too?

His hand rested on my breast. Since Tim and I had parted a month or so ago, I had not had a man touch me and I shivered with the excitement of his touch. Then he began unbuttoning my blouse as we kissed and I did nothing to stop him. It was as if I had been struck dumb. We were still kissing passionately.

The thought rushed through my brain. 'This is wrong, he is my mother’s lover, and we shouldn't be doing this.' But I was sex starved at the moment and I wanted it. I was prepared to risk it all to let him have his way any way he wished.

The thoughts of my debauchery with the football team came rushing back. I wanted sex and badly, but not like it was back then. I had seen him and Julie together and envied the way the two of them enjoyed and achieved their satisfaction.

I wanted it like that. I thought I should stop him now before I go too far. I wanted to but I couldn't, I wanted and needed him to use me as I had been used before. I wanted sex and I wanted it now and from him.

My blouse was now completely unbuttoned. His hand was going around to where a bra strap would be, but I was wearing a bra that clipped together between the breasts. I used my hand to unclip it and my bra parted and exposed my breasts.

We continued to kiss; neither of us had spoken since our lips met.

My heart was pounding with the emotion and erotic sensations racing through my body, particularly from my belly button to my clit button. Then he rubbed a nipple between his fingers. I shivered with the sensation as he fondled it. My nipples were ultra sensitive now and as hard as stone. I felt the stirring inside me; my sexual secretions began to stream down to lubricate the part of me that was preparing to accept that part of a man that so adequately fills the space so perfectly. It was soaking my pants.

I had not felt like this for months.

My hand went down to his groin. He was hard, I had felt boys and men this way for years and I slid his fly down, slipped my hand into his pants and sought his penis. It wasn't hard to find, but it was hard to extract his long hard piece of meat I wanted to devour in every way.

He broke our embrace.

“I am sorry.I shouldn't have let this happen. We have to stop now.” Mike was wanting it to stop.

“No... please no... no, no, no!” I screamed. “Please don’t leave me like this. Just once... just this once,” I begged.

“No, this is wrong, I am in love with your mother, and this can’t be allowed to happen.”

“I don’t care, she doesn't have to know, please just let us do it once. I have seen the two of you together a dozen times and I want it to be like that, just once.”

“No, I can’t let this happen. It’s wrong.”

“No... It’s not wrong. I want you to make love to me like you make love to my mother.”

“Oh Jill, if it were not for your mother and I, I would, believe me.”

“No don’t say that, I want you, I need you, we are partners in business, let's be partners in the love we share.”

I was standing there bare breasted facing him. His hard cock still poking out of his trousers. I and dropped to my knees and took his beautiful hard circumcised cock into my mouth before he could retaliate, and withdraw it from my grasp, I began to suck and rub the head of it with my tongue.

“Please don’t,” he cried. I ignored his plea.

As I sucked hard and savoured his firm meaty cock inside my mouth, I used my hands to undo his belt and his trousers dropped to be around his ankles. I undid the press stud on the waist strap of his underpants and they too dropped to join his trousers.

There was no way I was going to allow him to escape my grasp on him. I would not lose the wonderful taste of him I had in my mouth.

Then I felt his hands on my head. I had won; he had succumbed to my advance on him. He was mine and we would soon be as one.

I continued to softly suck his cock and rim the head of him with my tongue. He had stopped resisting or trying to break the grasp I had on him. His hands remained holding my head to him.

As my lips began to slowly rub up and down the beautiful hard meaty shaft of his cock, I used one hand to grasp him and stroke him in unison as I bobbed my head up and down the length of his meaty Popsicle. I had done this many times before, but I was now using every trick I had learned to make this an experience of a lifetime for him.

I shivered again with the absolute wonder and pleasure of having him in my mouth, and virtually doing what I wished with him. There would be far more to achieve before I slept in his arms later.

After a few minutes, I knew he was enjoying what I was giving him. I stopped long enough to ask him softly, “Do you really want me to stop now?”

He replied almost inaudibly, “No”.

I continued to provide him with the best cock sucking experience I knew how to give. My mother had done this many times with him, but she has never had the experiences I have in doing this to so many guys. He was being serviced by an expert cock sucker.

Then I felt his hands apply more pressure to my head, holding me firmly onto his hard and his delicious cock. He was about to cum. I prepared to take from him the precious fluid that can be so tasty and provide me with so much pleasure.

I had done it so many times before to so many guys, but I never get tired or bored with the pleasure it gives the both of us at that crucial time.

It didn't take him long. I could tell when he began to shudder and his knees began to shake. He was soon going to provide me with that precious fluid made just for me... man milk. That gives me so much pleasure as I feel him fill my mouth with his warm and ever so tasty semen stream from the most amazing and delicious part of him, his cock.

I never fail to wonder at the pleasure that part of a man gives me both orally and vaginally. I often wonder what it would be like to be a man and enjoy the pleasures that it provides them with in so many ways.

He exploded, and he moaned long and loud. I no longer cared whether it was the pleasure and sensation of him cumming, or the horror of what we had just achieved. His semen spurted from the eye of his cock and filled my mouth. I swirled the first mouthful around and swallowed it. He replaced that first deposit with another. I swallowed that after tasting it as well.

Then the third spurt was not as hard or had the volume. Before I swallowed this lot, I would enjoy the feeling of the tasty morsel in my mouth, rub my tongue in and over what was there and then swallow the bulk of it before milking him dry. I wanted every drop he had made for me. I held him in my mouth for as long as I could, his shaft began to soften and wilt.

He was spent. I then slid my lips back slowly until the head of his now softening cock dropped from my mouth, and fell spent and rested on his balls. I knew I had given him my best.

He stood there, trousers around his ankles and breathing heavily.

I was still on my knees, and I looked up into his eyes. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh God, Jill, I have had women do that to me a dozen times, but never ever has any one of them done it like that.”

I stood up and helped him remove his pants from around his ankles.

“I am so happy; this maybe the only time we do this, but it may not, I hope. I wanted that to be the best experience I could ever give you. I know Julie has done it many times with you, but she has had nowhere the number of experiences that I have. You know that. I want tonight to be special, a night I will never forget and I hope you won’t either.”

“How could I, this is so wrong, I will never ever forget it. Making love to your mother was amazing, now I am making love to her daughter. That is even more amazing and so so wrong. I will never forgive myself for letting this happen. How will I ever face her again? Every time I see you naked in future I will see you as I am seeing you now, having defiled you.”

“That hasn't happened yet, but it is going to. Now we are going to have sex together, not love.. .sex!. You and I are going to fuck. You can make love to my mother, not me. I am unworthy of that. I want to use you for sex in the way I have used dozens of men. I want you to satisfy my body not my mind." 

Then he did something I wasn't expecting, he picked me in his arms up and carried me into the downstairs spare bedroom. I hadn't realise this is where he and my mother began their love life experiences.

Then he continued to undress me.

When he got to my pants they were soaking wet with the juices I had made as he kissed me and as I sucked his beautiful cock. He held them up looked and at the wetness. "I haven’t seen anyone wet their pants as much as that before. Did you cum?"

“No, but that’s what you did to me. Now you know why I want you so much.”

I was now naked and laying on the bed. He removed his shirt and I watched as his cock slowly hardened and became erect again. It looked beautiful. He hadn't touched it. It was the desire he had for me evidently.

I imagined he was going to take me missionary style, but instead of climbing up with me, he took my legs and pulled me around so my legs were draped over the edge of the bed. He spread them and dropped to his knees between them as I had been with him earlier.

Immediately I knew he was going to go down on me, I shivered with delight imagining what was going to happen to me. My cunt was soaking wet still.

I was so sexually aroused, even I could smell the musky scent emanating from my body down there. I hope he didn't mind me being that strong. It was purely the scent of sex which had soaked my pants. I always use the bidet after I have used the toilet for either function and definitely after sex. It hadn't been long since I had been to the toilet for a piss so it would only be my juice.

He didn't hesitate when he looked at my pubic area. Before going down on me, he said, “I think this needs a bit of a clean-up down here, there is a bit of stubble needs removing. We can look after that later as I want what is offering right now. You are really ripe and ready for this.”

I made a mental note; I hadn't done much to myself down there for a week or two, not having Tim visiting me there lately, I got lazy. My lady shaver was going to have to do some cleaning up.

He used his fingers to part the puffy lips of my vulva and expose my labia, which are small and not visible unless my vulva is exposed. I was so wet, and he licked his fingers after getting them covered in my nectar.

“You look and taste delightful; do you ever lick your fingers when you masturbate?” He never mentioned that my scent was a bit powerful.

“Of course I do; I think every girl has at some time done that. It’s not as tasty as your cum though, I loved that.”

I then felt his breath on my cunt lips and then the feeling of his tongue licking me from the bottom of my vagina to the apex where my clit was waiting anxiously for him to touch. He stopped just short of licking the little nub of my sex button.

He looked up at me and I smiled as I looked down into his deep blue eyes. He then took two fingers and squeezed the sheath surrounding my clit and popped it out. Then, with two lips, he sucked it and rubbed the tip of his tongue over it. I jumped with the touch. My head, shoulders and legs lifted up off the bed. It was as if he had touched me with an electrical prod, my clit was so sensitive.

Then he spread my legs a little wider and lifted my feet so they were resting on his shoulders. This exposed everything I have down there and opened me wide.

He used his fingers to open me even wider and expose the warm pink well within my body. It was now filled with the female body juices that lubricate both a man’s cock and his tongue during the sexual pleasure he enjoys with me.

I could feel him holding the folds of my sensitive skin apart. He had spread my lips touching me there and then the sensation as I felt two, then three fingers inserted into that entrance to my cave of pleasure.

He began to slowly stroke me back and forth, finger fucking me. After a minute or two of that, he twisted and turned his fingers. "

"Ohhh my God... that is amazing." I gasped as I breathed heavily.

Then he curled two fingers, and suddenly my G spot was alive and sending sensations through my body once more.

It has been ages since anybody has done that to me.

I thought I had done everything possible and probably have done, but to be treated to the erotic arousal as he was achieving had me covered me in goose bumps and I shivering with excitement.

Then he put his mouth right over my vagina, sucked my juices from within me and then licked me dry. He moved on to rubbing his tongue hard against the lips of my labia before returning to expose and stimulate my clitoris with his tongue.

I was shaking with the sensation he was creating inside me.

I could feel the sensation exciting every nerve in my body. From the nub of my clit to my toes and up to the tip of my head and especially the nerve ends in my nipples. They were so red and hard I think if I had flicked them they may have broken off me. My Areola were crimson.

My tummy muscles were almost in spasm and tightened and released so fast and as often as they do when I am about to cum. I wasn't ready to achieve that height of pleasure yet.

Slowly he worked and had his pleasure off me. The both of us were in cunnilingus heaven, he alternated between his fingers and tongue in me, and he knew how to make a woman feel like a real woman should when this is happening to her.

Now I really envied my mother. If he does to her what he is doing to me, and I would not doubt that, she is one very fortunate and lucky woman to have him. If ever she tires of him, I will put myself forward to take him over.

We hadn’t yet fucked each other, but I had no doubt that would be just as amazing as what he was achieving on and in me at this moment.

Then things began to get exciting, he had my vagina and ass completely exposed. I could feel things beginning to happen, he had been pleasuring me for almost five minutes.

I guess and my body had responded and awoken all the wonderful nerves in my body that are needed to achieve a wonderful full hard on orgasm, a climax to the wonderful treatment he had been applying to me in that one erotic location, the forbidden parts of a woman that she desperately wants explored and pleasured.

Then he recognised the sign I was beginning to show that my orgasm was imminent. I was getting restless, and then he did what I have often enjoyed when being treated roughly by the guys in the team when they wanted me to cum and cum in a big way.

He rubbed his finger around my vagina, covered it in the juices that were so abundant, and then rimmed my ass hole, before slipping the first knuckle of his finger inside my ass.

I could not control myself and the sensation tore through my entire body. I screamed,

“Ohhhh ... My... God ...Ohh ... My God”

“Ffff.... Aaaa.... Rrrr.... Kkkk.....Oh Fucking hell....Ohh... S H I T... For Gods sake help me. Help me. Oh Help me. “ I was hyperventilating. My whole body was heaving as I tried to get my breath.

The sensation and delight had driven any control I had out of my body. I was tearing at my breasts and nipples. I was trying to get my hand down to where he was virtually eating me out. I was so sensitive there.

I was completely out of control, and he was really getting himself wound up as I came harder and harder. He was becoming more aroused and slightly more brutal. I could feel his hands grabbing fists full of flesh, and his teeth biting me.

I was crying and sobbing with the delight and erotic sensation that I had never enjoyed before, and actually the agony of the orgasm. My clitoris and cunt was super sensitive. This was an amazing orgasm, one I would always remember. I was bucking and bouncing all over the place.

He could not keep his mouth over me, so he wrapped his arms around my thighs, grasped me as hard as he could, and held me down while he licked, sucked and bit me.

Then he collapsed as I did and he crawled up over my body and kissed me.

Then I could feel wetness over my legs and loins. He had actually cum while giving me an oral orgasm. His cock was dripping cum all over my legs and lower body where he lay on top of me. What hair I had around my cunt was soaking wet, probably from sweat, my juices and now his cum.

Later on when we were describing the feelings we had both enjoyed he said that had never happened to him before, probably because when he had to hold me down his cock probably rubbed against the bed sheets on the side of the bed and that was enough to bring him off.

No matter what it was neither of us had never ever achieved an orgasm to equal that one, in any sexual way. It was actually painful, but with a feeling that you wanted to experience more of.

We lay together gasping for breath and getting our heart beat back to normal. We kissed often, gently and lovingly.

Then he spoke. “Your mother must never hear of this. This is something that must remain between the two of us.”

“I just wish it could... I mean the way we are at this moment. I understand what you are saying and if she had seen or heard us, I doubt that she would have ever let you or me back into this house again. Actually I wouldn't mind, we could live together and do this for the rest of our lives.”

“Well we wouldn't go thirsty; perhaps living off love might be a little more difficult. One of us would have to earn a living.”

We lay together for ages, probably for half an hour. I stood up. I was covered in half-dry cum and cunt juice.

“I have to have a shower; I am covered in our shit. I have been like this before, but I am not as drunk as I was then.”

As I left to go to the bathroom, Mike followed me.

“Seeing we are being so amorous, we can shower together as well. Your mother and I are experts at it.”

We showered and soaped each other and kissed under the shower rose a couple of times. We didn’t attempt to have sex.

I dried him off and he did the same for me. There were few parts that got more attention and were much drier than others.

We went back to the bedroom.

“What happens now?” I asked.

“Well there is one thing left to do, I thought we would have achieved that an hour ago, but we have gone this far, we may as well go the whole way.”

“Is that spelt with a ‘W’ or not?”

“Both. I want the whole hole.” We both laughed.

Mike asked me, "Well, it’s up to you, which way are we going to do it?”

When we were in the locker rooms with the guys, we referred to every which way as ‘Jumping Jacks’. We started one way, then jumped from that position to another, to another until the girl got the right to decide how she wanted to cum.

"Lets start missionary, and take it from there. It takes longer to cum this way; the guys got to have a break between positions and then take longer to get worked up again. Most of the girls always got to cum that way. If we didn't, the guys came and we were left wanting.” I told him.

"Its your choice," said Mike.

“Well let’s try that. Missionary, then doggy, then reverse cowgirl, and if you can last long enough, cowgirl. If not, I can always jump on top cowgirl, and I can cum off that way every time, even on a cock that has already cum. Providing it still had a bit of firmness in it. I can get it right onto my clit and work myself off on it if you don’t.”

“Sounds good to me.” Mike said.

I positioned myself ready to accept his cock into my waiting and highly aroused vagina. It was still tingling from the oral experience we had enjoyed. I thought I would cum fairly quickly this time. My clit has been well and truly aroused having had two massive orgasms already.

He positioned himself between my legs and guided his beautiful cock into me. He placed his cock head against the lips of my vulva and spread then with his width and then between my labia, it was at that stage I could actually feel him beginning to slip into me. I was well and truly lubricated, and he went into me easily and quickly.

There is nothing in my mind that can equal the feeling of a man guiding his cock into me. The sensation around the entrance to my vagina as it slides in, and the feeling of the head of his cock parting the walls of your cunt as it goes in deep and deeper is amazing. The thickness of him is not important to me; I enjoy the feeling of his cock just going in.

He began to push and withdraw at a reasonable rate while using his arms to position himself over me. We kissed gently on the lips quite a few times as he fucked me. Having his cock inside me felt great despite all the amazing experiences that I have had it engaged in so far this evening. This was just a normal ordinary enjoyable fuck so far.

We were both enjoying the pleasure of having his cock inside me and two naked bodies pressing together. Later he knelt and hugged my legs to his body, and did me that way. I had done it in every way before, but never did it feel as good as this.

After about five minutes, Mike said, “Let’s try doggy, I think despite all the excitement my cock has enjoyed so far, it might just want to have a big spit sooner than later. Let’s see how we go this way.”

I could feel him withdraw his meaty cock as he got off the bed, and stood beside it waiting for me to position myself on all fours. I couldn't resist the temptation; his cock was hard and sticking straight and slightly up. I quickly got down and took him in my mouth. It felt awesome and really tasty covered in the juice we had already made.

It didn't take me long to remove all the beautiful juice and lick my lips. I got back up onto the bed and he got behind me and spread the cheeks of my ass and guided his cock into my waiting and eager vagina. As I enjoyed once again the sensation of his cock entering my body, he rimmed my ass with his finger.

I have been fucked this way dozens of times, but when a man does that to me, I love it.

“Have you ever been fucked up the ass?” he asked.

“Yes, many times but I don’t necessarily like it. The guys liked to do it to girls, but never to another guy. They all said you turned gay if you fucked another guy’s ass. I think some of them did it privately but never as a part of our orgies. The bit I didn't like was if they came in your ass. That to me was gross.”

“How is it feeling now?” Mike asked.

“Great, I love it. God knows how many times I have been fucked. Probably well over a hundred times. My guess would be by about twenty or thirty different guys. They all had favourites, so we were used by the same guy many many times. We never said no, that was not allowed."

"You actually had no say in it?"

"No. If a guy wanted a fuck, you gave it to him no matter when or where. If you wanted to stay in the squad, that was the rule."

“Well, it hasn't done you any harm; you are still a great fuck and still reasonably tight. I shouldn't tell you this but it’s not as tight as your mother’s, she is really tight.”

“How much do you like my mother, will you two ever get married?”

“That’s up to her. There is more to love in any arrangement that we end up getting into. Remember, we would be business partners as well, that may be difficult; we will have to wait and see. If she can handle the age difference socially, so can I.”

“I hope you do. But between now and then, I still want to share you with her.” I wanted him to commit to keep fucking me too.

“I am not so sure of that. I can’t believe we have gone this far, but I have, and after tonight it must stop.”

Mike was getting a bit serious, so I dropped the subject. I wanted my way, and I wasn't going to get it at the moment.

He too changed the subject. “I love the way your tits swing and sway when we do it like this, how does it feel? I still can’t get over the identical tits you and Julie have.”

“She has told you the story of her tit job. She had the surgeon model her rebuild of them to look like mine. Even he was amused.”

“Yes, I know. She told me all about it, and I must admit they are great. When I play with hers in future I will always remember what yours feel like too. The both of you have perfect tits. I love all four of them.”

By now we had been going for about five minutes doing it doggy. He had slapped my ass a couple of this and the noise of the slap was like thunder in the bedroom. I liked it.

“How are you going, do you want to cum like this or cowgirl, I am getting a bit tired and making it cum again may be a bit harder than normal.”

I am never one to let the opportunity to be on top pass by. “Let’s do cowgirl! I can cum and you can follow if you like or pull out. I won’t mind once I have cum.”

Again he pulled out, and I licked the lovely juices from him and he lay down. I got over him and moved up to his mouth.

“One last go... before we go to bed.”

He licked and sucked me gently and I allowed myself to get worked up. I then moved back to mount him. He held his cock up for me and I lowered myself down over it to enjoy once more the sensation of having his beautiful cock deep inside me. I could feel it slip into me and rub over my clit as it penetrated deep into my body.

Once I could no longer get another millimetre of his shaft him up me I wriggled, and my cunt leaked my juice over his balls. My vagina was like a well tonight with all the cum and love syrup that flowed from it.

I worked myself up and down on his magnificent cock. I could control where it was, and had it against my clit as much as possible. From having it buried deep inside me to just having the helmet of it touching my labia, and then re-thrust it up me again.

I could control the position of his cock inside me. I moved in such a way as to have his cock massage my clit each time I withdrew, and re-thrust his cock into me each time. It wasn't long before I was getting close.

“If you hurry, you might make it with me,” I told him.

The two of us then just concentrated on bringing ourselves on. Then I heard him grunt as he does when he begins to ejaculate. He was beginning to empty his prostate into me once more and give me a wonderful cunt full of his magnificent cum. I would have to work fast if I was to keep a little bit of his hardness there bringing myself off.

The sound of him cumming and the feeling of his cum filling me did the trick. I made it. He was still ejaculating and grunting as I began to cum.

I normally tried to make their experience for the guy cumming into me something special, but this time I was only interested in cumming and enjoying my orgasm myself. He was doing the same thing. Of all the times I have cum with Mike tonight, this was the tamest. Maybe next time we could start fucking and see how much we could do for each other.

As soon as we had finished cumming, I climbed off him. I kissed him softly on the lips and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I wanted a good night kiss down there so I wanted to present him with something clean and lovely to suck on.

I didn't know if he would suck on me and take the flow-back.

He followed me and he had a pee.

“Where do you keep your gardening equipment?” Mike enquired.

I was curious and asked, “Excuse me, what are you talking about?”

“Your razor or whatever. We need to tidy up that stubble down there, remember I offered to do it for you.”

“You are amazing.” I laughed.

Then went to my bedroom and got my Lady razor and ‘Epilady’ which I use to remove the stubble. Sometimes I use wax, but we didn't have time for that tonight or the mess.

When I returned, he was waiting, and I positioned myself on the bed, spread my legs, rubbed some baby oil lightly over the hair as I don’t like shave cream. Then I let him have his way. He went to work removing all the little hairs that were showing.

After about ten minutes, I was completely hair free and smooth except for a little patch I like to keep just above my slit. It’s a bit wider than a strip, but I like to see something there that makes me look like a woman.

“I like to do this to girls. I have introduced a few girls into shaving and shaping. Some of the apprentices get their first shave when they go with me for a weekend. They love it afterwards and can’t keep their hands off it. They want to feel it all the time and look at themselves. When did you start shaving?”

“After I saw some of the other girls in the locker room. I liked the look of it so I did it myself. Later on, a few of us used to have sessions where we did it to each other. That wasn't the only thing we did together either. It always made us horny. We all loved having our new bald pussies licked and sucked.”

“So you have had sex with another girl?” the question had been asked.

“Many many times, I am very bisexual.”

“Does your mother know?”

“Obviously. She and I have had some really deep and meaningful discussions about my previous sex life. I think you know she hated me doing what I was doing, and we had more than one argument. We both said some very unpleasant things to each other at times and then felt horrible, and we would cry and apologise. She is well aware I was a slut and a whore. I had to make the break, so I confessed to her everything I had done."

Mike was listening, so I went on. "She was shocked, and there is nothing she doesn't know about me and my sordid life. The only thing she doesn't know now is what has happened between us. We are going to have to talk about whether we tell her or not, but not tonight.”

As I got into bed, Mike pulled the sheets off me. “Open your legs. I have one more time left in me.”

I did it without question and he went down on me again and licked me out once more. This time I had a cunt full of his cum. I came fairly quickly and nowhere near as violently as I had before. It was a good orgasm and I enjoyed it.

I have lost count if I had four or five orgasms with him tonight; it doesn't matter. Every one was amazing and I wouldn't have changed anything.

Mike got into bed beside me and we kissed. I could taste the mixture he had licked from me as he sucked out of me. I had done that many times before and it didn't concern or bother me.

Within a few minutes, Mike was asleep, and I was not far behind him. Tomorrow we would have to work out what we were going to do between now and when mum came home. I wanted him to fuck me as often as we could. When she came home, I knew it must stop, and I hoped we could. I knew it and Mike knew it. I just hoped we could both control our urges. The hardest part would be remembering how Mike had fucked me, and that he would be doing the same to my mother when she returned.

Tonight would be something that I would never forget.

Tomorrow was another day.