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A family affair

John came in from soccer practice, threw his backpack in the den and went
to the kitchen. He saw his mother standing at the sink and, with a large
smile, said, “Hey, Mom, what’s shaking?”
Anne didn’t look up, but she smiled nonetheless. It was their own private
greeting – one which John had used for years every time he got home from
school. “Just my ass,” she replied, giving him the standard retort,
“what’s shaking with you?”
As he threw off his shirt, shoes, socks and shorts, John looked at his
mother’s naked ass. There wasn’t much there to shake, he thought, except
firm muscles. He let his eyes travel up her nude form and admired how
nicely she’d kept her figure. Despite two c***dren, a divorce, and
countless jobs over the years, she had stayed as fit and trim as long as
he could remember. Her 5’5” frame carried her 34C breasts nicely and her
hips hadn’t spread nearly as much as other mothers he’d seen; if his
father had only known how beautiful she’d stayed, he thought, he might
never have run off with that little bimbo from his office. Oh well, his
loss. Stripped to his bare skin, John gathered up his clothes and took
them to the laundry area. It felt so much better not having anything on,
he thought, especially with the fall staying so warm. He went to the
refrigerator and perused the contents for a snack.
Anne finally looked over as he scanned the refrigerator. He’d grown up so
much in the past couple of years, she thought, so much like his father she
had to stop herself from believing he’d returned. Tall, lean – over 6’ and
still under 180 pounds – and toned from all the soccer and track he did in
high school, Anne admired his naked form and silently thanked whoever it
was up there who watched over young k**s. She also felt good about her
decision to continue her practice of home nudity, even through the divorce
and the k**s’ years of puberty. Now that John was 16 and Steph was 17, she
didn’t need to worry about their awkwardness at discovering other people
didn’t walk around naked in their homes all the time. They had come
through that period fine. In fact, they had discovered so much about each
other over the past few years that they were a tighter group; they watched
over each other with a fierce love and loyalty many families never had. In
many ways, she thought with a smile, it was even a deeper love than most
other families. She felt a twinge in her stomach and a stirring deeper
inside her. Much deeper, she thought.
John pulled a chair over from the table and sat down. Anne put down the
lettuce she was cleaning, went over to John and sat down on his lap,
straddling his thighs, facing him. She lovingly put her arms around his
neck and looked deep into his bright blue eyes. “Everything cool at
practice?” she asked.
“Everything’s cool,” he replied, automatically wrapping his arms around
her trim waist. “Coach wants me to start this weekend at sweep.” He
grinned a silly grin at her. “You got something else on your mind?”
Anne kissed his cheek and moved a bit closer. “I was just feeling a bit
nostalgic,” she said, putting her head on his shoulder, “that’s all.” Her
breasts brushed his firm chest and she sighed. The touch of his skin
against her nipples caused them to quickly harden.
John felt the change in his mother and gently massaged her back. “Feel
good?” he asked. He heard her murmur, and he rubbed a bit further. Her
skin was so smooth. He remembered times when he would sit on her back and
massage her all the way up and down her spine. At the time he hadn’t
realized why it caused such a stirring in his groin when he did it, but
now he knew the reason. Massaging her back like this caused the same
stirring his loins, and now he let the feeling grow.
Anne felt John’s cock rise between her spread legs. She felt the head of
his cock press against her vaginal opening. She moved slightly back and
let him enter her. Shifting further back on him, she let him slide all the
way in before she sat up. He was even larger than his father, easily 9”
erect and a full four or five inches in girth. His cock filled her so
nicely, too, and she began to slowly move back and forth on it. “Yes,
sweetheart,” she whispered, “that feels so good.” She lifted her breast to
his mouth and he took her hard nipple. His tongue lashed slowly over the
sensitive knob as he rose and fell inside her. Just as it had done
countless times before, his gentle sucking motion coupled with his deep
penetration brought Anne to a quick climax. She stiffened, her back arched
into him, her nipples tingled and went rock hard, and she came to a sudden
and fulfilling orgasm on her son’s lap.
“I love it when you cum so quickly,” John said quietly, “but now I have to
do something about my own needs.” He smiled up at her face. “Any ideas?”
Anne slipped from his lap to her knees. She bent over his wet, throbbing
member and took him in her mouth. If there was one thing she enjoyed as
much as the feeling of his hard cock buried deep inside her pussy, it was
his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She cradled his heavy balls
with her hand and slowly began to suck his rigid tool. The taste of her
cum was fresh on him and she licked it off completely, savoring the salty
flavor on her tongue. Then she began to pump his long shaft with her hand
while she sucked around his swollen head. “Yes, Mom,” he moaned, “yes,
just like that. You get me going so fast like that.” She pumped harder,
ramming her hand down to his sac and then up to her lips while her tongue
swirled around the sensitive rim. “That’s it, that’s it. I’m going to cum.
Oh, yes, I’m going to cum!” She dove all the way down, taking nearly all
his member in her mouth and sucked as hard as she knew how. As she came
back up John jolted, and she was rewarded with a huge load of cum deep in
her throat. She stroked him a couple more times and took another load on
her tongue. Then she licked him clean while he sat back in the chair.
She had been going down on him ever since he first sprouted pubic hair.
That was the year after his father had split and it was tough enough for
him without having to battle puberty and sexuality, too. They had always
been able to talk about anything; from their nudity, to his first
fantasy-induced hard-on, to the correct way to masturbate, to what girls
liked and didn’t like. She showed him all the operating parts of the
female anatomy, explained each one, and demonstrated what a male could,
should, and shouldn’t do. John was an apt learner, too. Within a few weeks
of their first lessons on cunnilingus, John was able to bring Anne to a
huge climax using just his tongue. But, along with the operating knowledge
of how it was done, Anne taught him the sensitive side of sex with a
woman. She taught him to listen to a woman’s needs and desires, and
respect her mercurial feelings, regardless of how worked up he was.
“You are incredible, Mom,” John said, letting his head drop back with a
sigh. He had been with other women – okay, girls, mostly, his age and a
couple of years older – but his mother knew exactly what to do to get him
off better than any other woman he’d ever had. Well, maybe there was one
other person who knew his peccadilloes as well as his mother. But his
mother still had it.
“Get cut from the team for being a wise-ass?”
John turned his head and stuck his tongue out at his sister coming into
the kitchen.
“Don’t stick it out unless you’re going to use it,” she replied with a
smile.
“That can be arranged,” he said, lunging at her ass. He was close enough
to grab her tender cheeks under her skirt, and he squeezed.
“Promises, promises,” Steph replied, scooting her butt back into his hand.
She loved the feel of his strong fingers gripping her ass. If she’d
thought fast enough, or undressed before coming into the kitchen, she
might have maneuvered his hand right between her thighs.
Instead, John grabbed her thong strap between her cheeks and yanked up on
it. Steph gave a short gasp, and then wiggled her hips until the crotch of
her panties was riding directly between her pussy lips and pressing on her
clit. “Okay, ace,” she said, twisting out of his grasp, “that was a nice
thrill.” She laughed and went into the den. She quickly removed her
blouse, bra, skirt and panties and went back into the kitchen. “So much
for your handle,” she said, thrusting her hips at her brother.
Anne watched the two of them and shook her head. That’s right, she
thought, flaunt it, Steph. You’ve got the equipment, now use it. And Anne
could see how well developed her daughter’s equipment had become, too; her
breasts were easily a full size larger than hers, at least a 36C, and she
was in great shape from tennis and track. Her hips were slim, her legs
toned and firm, and once Anne had taught her how to trim her pubic hair,
Steph kept her bush neatly shaved to a small triangle at the very base of
her torso. Anne also knew, from intimate experience, that her lips were
totally smooth, too. Yes, she thought, you have the package, and you do
know how to use it. “Okay, guys,” she said, “go away and let me finish
with the dinner stuff. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
Steph started upstairs with John right behind her. He playfully smacked
her naked butt as they went up. “Shit,” she yelped, “what was that for?”
“General principles,” he replied, swatting her again a bit more nicely.
“Besides, you liked it the other day.”
“Sure,” she said, “when you had your cock buried up my ass. It was great
then. Now it’s just pain.”
“Well, then, assume the position and I’ll spank you again.”
Steph thought for a moment, then looked at her watch. “We’ve only got
about twenty minutes until dinner,” she said. “How about just the dildo
instead?”
“Okay,” he replied. He followed her into her room and sat down on the bed.
Steph went to her closet, rummaged a moment, and came back out with a 3”
thick dildo and a tube of lubricant. She gave it to him and knelt down on
the bed on her hands and knees.
John applied a liberal amount of lube to Steph’s tight back door and began
to work it around her opening. His fingers moved down between her thighs
and slid easily between her labia. He gently massaged and stroked her clit
until he heard a low moan from her, and then he went back to her anus.
Working around and around, he felt her muscles relax and slipped his
finger inside. “Oh, yeah,” Steph murmured, “that’s nice.” He worked in and
out of her ass with just the tip of his finger until he thought she was
well lubricated. Then he placed the head of the dildo up against her hole
and slowly, carefully began to penetrate her. “Oh, yes,” she whispered,
“yes, yes, yes. Fuck me with it now.” John began to pump slowly in and out
of her ass. With his other hand he stroked her clit and cunt. “That’s it,”
she moaned, “get it now. Fuck me harder now.” He began to thrust the dildo
harder and harder into her ass. With each stroke he pressed harder and
harder on her clit, rubbing and stroking until it was hard as a rock under
his fingertips. “Oh, shit, yes,” Steph moaned, “I want to cum so badly.
Get me off, John, get me off good!”
“Hey, you two! Dinner’s being served up!”
Steph dropped her head to the bed. “Shit, what lousy timing.”
“I’ve got an idea,” John suddenly said, getting up. He left the room for a
moment and then returned carrying something. “Stay just like that,” he
told his sister.
Steph felt a smaller version of the dildo slide up her ass, getting
thicker as it went in. It was wonderful. “Now, just keep that in during
dinner and we’ll finish afterwards.”
Steph put her hand back to her ass and felt the wide base of John’s anal
probe protruding from her hole. “Keep it in? During dinner?”
“A buck says you can’t,” he jibed.
“You’re on.” She tightened her muscles as she got up and took a step. The
probe moved inside her, causing a momentary rush of heat and liquid in her
pussy. “Oh man,” she said, “if this stays in during dinner I’m going to
have an orgasm half way through.”
“That’s fine with me,” John teased. “But save something for later.”
The two went back downstairs where Anne was just sitting down. “Glad you
could make it,” she said with a smile. “Everything okay?”
John took his seat and spread out his napkin. He looked over at Steph and
watched her gingerly sit down on the hard wooden chair. She gasped
slightly as her butt settled in. “Fine,” Steph said, smiling at John,
“just lovely.” Deep inside her anus the plug shifted as she moved sending
a small wave of heat right through her ass to her pussy. This was going to
be tough, she thought.
They chatted about school and extra-curricular activities during the meal
and Steph found that even when she didn’t move, the plug brought her
closer and closer to climax. By the end of the meal it was everything she
could do to keep her hand away from her pussy. She wanted to stroke her
clit and shift around in her chair to let the plug press her G-spot. She
had mental flashes of a hard, thick cock driving up her back door, of
tongues lapping at her cunt and clit, and of her mother reaming her pussy
with a dildo – where did that one come from, she wondered. She looked over
at her mother, talking to John. Yes, she’d been intimate with her, many
times. Yes, she loved feeling her mother’s touch on her sensitive areas,
gentle and intense at the same time. But, now? At the dinner table? She
could almost feel her mother’s tongue pressed between her pussy lips, her
fingers driving in and out of her cunt. She could almost taste her
mother’s sweet juices in her mouth as they cradled together in a tight 69,
their fingers probing and pushing and thrusting into each other as they
pumped and sucked and licked each other into wonderful waves of –
“Steph? Are you feeling okay?”
Steph realized her eyes were closed. “Um, yes,” she stammered to her
mother, “I’m fine.”
Anne looked at her slightly flushed face and noticed her hand down between
her thighs. “You look almost like you’re going to go into convulsions,”
she said, “or – something.”
Steph couldn’t take it any longer. She sat back in the chair and felt the
plug press hard against her inner wall sending a wave of warm delight
right through her pussy. “I’m going to cum,” she whispered, “I’ve got to
let go.” She pressed her index finger down against her hard, erect clit
and basked in the wonderfully erotic feeling.
Anne took notice of the anal plug in Steph’s ass, shot a stern look over
at John – who, at the moment, was trying hard not to laugh – and then got
up. “I see,” she said, “but, in the future, this is neither the time nor
place for this.” She got up from her chair and knelt down between Steph’s
thighs. “Okay, let’s get this done.” She spread her daughter’s thighs wide
apart and moved her dripping wet fingers aside. “My God,” she exclaimed,
“you are so wet. This should only take a second.” Then she stuck out her
tongue and slowly began to lick Steph’s protruding clit. She slipped two
fingers up into her drenched pussy and began to finger-fuck her. It only
took a few strokes before Steph tightened around her fingers, arched her
back, and climaxed. Wave after wave of wonderful orgasm swept through
Steph’s electrified body. She came, and then came again under her mother’s
ministrations. And then she sat back, letting the anal plug slowly slip
out.
Anne sat back on her calves and shook her head. “Alright,” she said,
“let’s talk.” She got back into her chair and looked at both her c***dren.
But, then again, they were hardly c***dren anymore. They were young
adults, with adult feelings and needs and thoughts. She never denied them
their sexual needs, but she felt it was time to talk about societal
pressures. “I really like the fact that you two can be so uninhibited with
and around each other,” she began, “and I think it’s a wonderful thing
that you’re able to express your needs and your sibling is there to help
make it happen.”
“But,” John interrupted.
“Yes,” Anne continued, “but. You need to be in control of your passions.
You need to be in control of your desires. I have no quarrel with a butt
plug. I own one. I use one. I like the feeling it provides. Hell, John, I
even taught you about them.” John hung his head, realizing her words. “I
just don’t think that you understand that the time and place matter.”
“So, no more dinner time toys,” John said, half-smiling.
“It’s not just dinner time,” Anne replied sternly. “You need to get a
bigger picture of the world we live in.” She leaned into the table for
emphasis. “You two have always known about my proclivity for home nudity.
I mean – look at us; we’re sitting here at our dinner table stark naked.
To us, it’s a natural thing. It’s always been this way. And I like it this
way. I wouldn’t have it any other way. And the things we’ve learned about
each other – spiritual as well as sexual – make us a tight family. In
today’s world, we’re the exception, not the rule.” She looked into their
eyes and saw she was getting her point across. “You know what I’m getting
at, don’t you?”
Steph smiled at her. “Yes, Mom, we both do.” She looked at her brother and
nodded, and he nodded back. “We both understand how special our bond is,
and how much you value it. We wouldn’t think of compromising it.” Anne sat
back and relaxed. “So,” Steph continued, “we’ll cool it with the fooling
around before – and during – dinner, as well as other times. We really do
understand.”
“Good,” Anne said, getting up, “because you two get to do the dishes while
I play. Okay?” She stuck her own tongue out at her k**s.
“Remember, Mom,” John said, “don’t stick it out –“
“Unless I’m going to use it? We’ll see about that – later.” She gave him a
smile and wiggled her hips once for them as she went around the corner to
the family room. The k**s shrugged, and started in cleaning the dishes.
Anne laid back on the couch and lazily ran her fingertips up her torso,
from her delta to her neck. She lingered over her flat stomach, gently
caressed her soft, round nipples, ran her fingers under her full, firm
globes, and walked them up her cleavage. By the time she’d reached her
neck her body tingled. She d****d a leg over the back of the couch and
slowly slipped just the very tips of her fingers down across the tops of
her labia. The almost feather-like touch brought a wave of warmth through
her crotch, along with a certain amount of moisture. She loved to
masturbate. She loved to expose and explore her erogenous areas. Whenever
she began to even touch herself, her labia swelled and her pussy began to
secrete delicious juices which she eagerly brought to her mouth. The
moment she even came close to her clitoris, a wonderful warm feeling crept
through her entire body causing even her nipples to tingle. It was times
like these she was glad to have companionship who knew her particular
desires.
But not yet, she told herself. Not until you’re really wet and hot and
wanting something special. She took her other hand and spread her lips
wide apart, pulling her hard clit out from under its hood. She dipped her
middle finger just into the very rim of her vaginal opening and drew out
some of the slick liquid. Like tracing a line on a page, she ran her
finger up her slit to her erect knob and slowly, almost painfully began to
circle it. Around and around she went, first in small circles, then in
figure-8s, and then just lightly flicking it back and forth. It began to
make her hot. She dipped her finger back into her cunt and – harder this
time – drew it back up her exposed slit to her clit and repeated the
process. And again, and again, she went down and up until her clit burned
with a sexual fire she knew could only be extinguished in one way.
“Are you guys done yet?” she called, her voice nearly cracking
mid-sentence.
“Ages ago,” Steph replied from right behind her. “We’ve been watching you
for the past few minutes.” Steph released her hold on John’s long, hard
cock and went around to where Anne could see her. “You do that so
sensually,” she said, nearly whispering, “we both love watching you.”
John came around to the side of the couch, his tool waving before him.
“How do you want it?” he asked his mother. “Behind? On top?”
“Let me suck you a bit first,” Anne replied, “so I can feel Steph’s tongue
in me. Then I want you hard and fast from behind, so I can give Steph what
she needs.”
John knelt on the cushion next to his mother’s face and lowered his
erection to her mouth. She took him slowly in while Steph knelt down
between her spread thighs. The moment Steph’s tongue touched her clit she
gasped and moaned in a low tone. “Oh, yes, sweetie,” she murmured, “that’s
the spot.” She ran her lower teeth up the hard ridge on John’s cock,
drawing a pleasant groan from him. She felt Steph’s tongue work up and
down her valley, sliding just a little way into her hole before slipping
back up to circle her clit. She wrapped her hand around John’s thick tool
and began to pump him as she sucked.
Steph felt her mother’s reaction and dove back down to her box. She loved
to tease her with just the tip of her tongue, much like John would tease
her with the head of his cock. She would only go in a little way and start
up a rhythm, going in and out until she felt Anne’s liquids begin to rise.
Then she would withdraw and tease her clit some more. She heard her
mother’s moans mixed with the sounds of John’s dick head going in and out
of her mouth, and Steph got even more turned on. Just the sounds alone
were enough to get a rise out of her; there were times she could remember
laying in bed and hearing the sound of bed springs in her mother’s room
next door, and she would get so horny she’d have to masturbate to their
rhythm until she climaxed along with them.
John, too, felt Anne’s reactions to Steph’s oral stimulation. When his
mother began to pump his tool and suck him at the same time he had to look
away and distract his thoughts or he would climax too soon. The feel of
her tongue swirling around the sensitive rim of his cock sent shivers up
his spine; he’d have to pull out soon or else there would be nothing left
to fuck her with.
Anne felt her orgasm build quickly. She let it go, taking John deeply into
her mouth. Her daughter’s teasing and probing had built up such heat and
passion that she exploded without any warning right in her face. Her
thighs tightened, her stomach clenched, and her pussy went ablaze with
liquid heat as Steph continued sucking her clit. “Oh my,” Anne gasped, “oh
my, oh my. More, more, more.”
John turned her over, spread her legs wide, and rammed his cock up his
mother’s cunt right to his balls. Anne moaned loudly, but she pushed back
against him. “Harder now,” she implored him, “fuck me harder now. Ream my
cunt, baby. Get it, get it!” Steph came around and sat down in front of
Anne’s face. She grabbed a handful of hair in her fist and thrust her face
between her legs.
“Eat me now,” she told her mother, “eat my pussy now. Lick it! Suck it!
Eat me out now!” Anne willingly bore down on her daughter’s sweet pussy,
licking and sucking her way from top to bottom. Steph felt her mother’s
tongue bury down deep into her cunt, and shivered; she was so hot and
ready for her that she knew it wouldn’t be long before she, too, came. She
shifted back even more to expose her tight anus to her mother’s tongue.
There wasn’t even a need for communication; Anne slid down and probed her
ass until it was slick with her saliva. Then she reached underneath and
slowly slipped her thumb up her daughter’s back door. “Oh, shit, yes,”
Steph cried, “fuck my ass, too. Fuck it hard now!”
John pounded mercilessly in and out of his mother’s fuck hole. His balls
banged against her clit and his fingers gripped her ass cheeks until they
were red. In and out and in and out, he pumped his rod harder and harder
until his balls were dripping with her juices. Then, taking his soaking
wet cock out of her, he moved slightly north and eased his way up her ass.
“Oh, yes,” his mother cried out, “yes, yes, yes! Fuck me there, John! Ream
my ass!”
The trio climaxed together. Steph let out a gasp, spread her legs as
widely as she could, and exploded in her mother’s mouth and face. Anne
felt her own orgasm explode like a fireworks display, with wave after wave
of wonderful, gripping spasms. And John let go a huge load of cum deep in
his mother’s ass, only to slide out, penetrate her cunt, and let go a
second load. As he collapsed on her back he could feel his cum oozing out
around his cock and wetting his stomach where he’d cum in her ass. He
moved slightly and felt the warmth spread over their skin. “You okay,
Mom?” he whispered.
“I’m fine,” she whispered, kissing her daughter’s wet pussy lips and
smiling, “just fine.”





Anne made it a habit to wake up early, turn on the coffee and walk out to
the back yard where she could feel the fresh, cool morning air on her
naked body. At the hour she arose there was never anyone else in the
neighborhood awake; were they up, they’d certainly frown on her public
display of nudity. It was one of the first lessons she’d taught the k**s
when they were younger: our nudity is a private thing to be kept at home,
to ourselves. If they knew about her little morning strolls they’d have
fits, she thought. So she always made them early, in her own yard, by
herself.
A new neighbor had moved in behind them and Anne had not seen the family
yet. She noticed a light on in the kitchen, so she sat down at her patio
table and kept very still, hoping to catch a glance at who they were. She
was pleasantly surprised when she saw a young, very attractive woman open
the back door and stand in the doorway. She was even more surprised when
the woman turned on a small light in the hallway behind her to reveal she
was as naked as Anne. When the woman opened the door and walked out into
her back yard Anne nearly panicked; what would she do if she was spotted?
On the other hand, what would the woman do if Anne took notice of her?
Despite her complete silence and lack of movement, Anne’s presence was
given away – by the coffee maker in the kitchen. It sputtered and crackled
by the open window drawing attention to her house. The woman looked over,
rubbed her eyes, and then started walking over to her! Anne wasn’t sure
whether she was to get up and greet the woman or run into the house.
However, given the woman was as naked as she, it seemed cowardly – and
unkind – to run away. She stood up and walked out into the yard.
The woman looked to be in her late 20s, early 30s. Her form was very much
like Anne’s, Anne noted with pleasure. She was quite pretty – but not
model-pretty – and she obviously stayed in shape. The was the same hint of
gravity in her breasts, but they were nicely shaped and tapered out to
large brown aerolas with thick, erect nipples. Her waist was trim and her
bush was carefully trimmed to a small strip running up from her delta. She
stuck out her hand and smiled. “I’m Denise,” she said very nicely, “and
I’ll bet you’re out here this way at this time of the morning for the same
reason I am.”
“I’m Anne,” Anne replied. “Because your family wouldn’t approve of it?”
she asked, grinning wisely.
Denise grinned back. “Exactly,” she said. “If my husband and k**s knew I
came out every morning totally naked, they’d have a fit. ‘The neighborhood
would throw us out,’ my husband would say. The hypocrite.”
“Hypocrite?”
Denise sat down at Anne’s table, straddling the bench. Anne couldn’t help
but take note of her large, shaved labia and pretty pink hole. She even
felt a twinge in her stomach as she admired her new neighbor’s pussy. I’ll
bet that pussy gets incredibly wet when she’s turned on, she thought. I’ll
bet she cums in buckets, too. As she straddled the bench facing Denise,
she noticed her own pussy beginning to feel moist and then realized she
didn’t even know this woman, much less have any idea of her sexual
inclinations. She suddenly felt like a voyeur.
“Yeah, a hypocrite,” Denise said. “I mean – I shouldn’t even be talking
about this, but seeing as how we’re both out here completely naked, I
guess I feel a certain connection with you.”
“Same here,” Anne replied with a bit more enthusiasm than she intended.
Denise gave her a smile which seemed more than just obligatory and placed
her hands on Anne’s thighs; was she reading something into it? “My husband
and k**s and I generally don’t wear much around the house. That’s why the
blinds are drawn so much of the time. We’ve done that for years.” Her face
didn’t expose any hint of shame when she said it. It was simply fact.
“I’ll tell you the truth,” Anne replied, touching Denise’s knees, “my k**s
and I don’t wear anything around our house, either. We’ve been that way
since before my divorce. One of the reasons for it, actually.” She didn’t
go into details, but she told Denise about her ex-husband. Then she told
her about her k**s. She was even going to tell her about their private
sexual lives, but held off. “We’re – very close,” she finally said. “All
three of us.”
Denise looked into her eyes, as if pulling the real story from them. “My
k**s are about the same ages as yours: Danny is 15½ and Shelly is 17. I’d
say we’re pretty much in the same boat, don’t you?”
Anne agreed. Denise ran her hands up through her short blonde hair and
then down her body. “This morning air does wonders for me,” she said. “I
can remember times when the k**s were young, Frank – that’s my husband –
and I used to get up this early while the k**s were still asleep, go out
on our back porch and have sex, right there on the table. God, it was
marvelous. We were so uninhibited then about having sex wherever we felt
like it. He’d even take me from behind when I was cooking dinner.” She
laughed and slid her hands up and down Anne’s thighs. Her touch felt
divine. “I mean, can you imagine, one minute you’re cooking dinner and the
next you’re down on your knees with a mouth full of cock?” She laughed
even harder, her hands resting lightly at the crease between her thigh and
hip.
Anne knew exactly what that was like. “I know what you mean,” she said.
“Dinner is served!” The two laughed some more. Anne suddenly realized
she’d been gripping Denise’s thighs, almost massaging them. And Denise, in
turn, was gently massaging her hips. Anne’s nipples were hard as rocks;
they tingled and hurt with a very sexual tightness. She looked down –
straight at Denise’s lovely pink pussy – and then felt Denise’s hand under
her chin.
Denise raised Anne’s face and lightly kissed her lips. Then she looked
into her eyes. “Was that the wrong thing to do?” she asked Anne.
“I’ve been wondering how to get around to that ever since you sat down,”
Anne replied, truthfully. She leaned over and kissed Denise, harder and
with more emphasis. Their lips parted and Anne tasted Denise’s tongue as
it crept into her mouth.
Suddenly their hands were everywhere; pinching nipples, stroking clits,
sliding into wet, hot cunts, in mouths and through hair. Denise sat back
and brought Anne’s face down to her pussy; Anne dove in between her thighs
and began to forcefully tongue-fuck her cunt. “Oh, shit yes,” Denise
whispered, “I’ve wanted that since I saw you.” Anne’s educated tongue
brought Denise to a very quick, wet climax. In that respect Anne had been
correct: her orgasm was incredibly wet to the point of dribbling down her
chin.
Anne sat back on her elbows and Denise returned the favor. Her tongue slid
in and out of her pussy like a piston, rocking her back and forth until
she climaxed. Denise licked and slurped her cum up until she was clean.
“My God,” Denise breathed, “where did all that come from?”
“I don’t know,” Anne gasped, still feeling little tremors deep inside her
womb, “need, desire, understanding, want… I guess it’s true that women
have a natural connection.”
“You need to give my husband some lessons,” Denise said with a laugh. “He
loves going down on me, but he’s nowhere near as good as you.”
“I’ve had – um, practice,” Anne said, blushing.
“Your daughter?”
Anne turned away, but she couldn’t lie. “Yes,” she said.
Denise took her face in her hand and turned her to meet her gaze. “Then
you’ll love meeting my daughter,” she said. “She has the most beautiful
pussy and she loves having me go down on her. It’ll be a great surprise
for her.”
The two women lingered, but the sky was getting lighter. “Stop over later
on,” Denise said, “when the k**s have gone to school.” She smiled and
kissed Anne again.
The morning routine in Anne’s household was sometimes hectic, sometimes
playful, but always interesting to watch. Often times she found herself on
the outside looking in, as though she was documenting the episode for some
bizarre sexual film. There was the one week when Steph found it necessary
to shower with her brother (to save time, she told her mother). On the
third morning when they were inordinately late in getting downstairs Anne
walked into the bathroom during their shower to find Steph on her knees
hungrily sucking John’s erect cock while he shampooed his hair. “She
wanted it,” he told her, “it wasn’t my idea.” There were mornings when
John or Steph would try to leave home without underwear on (Steph’s school
wouldn’t permit a female in school without a bra – something Steph
neglected to mention), or mornings when they just plain wouldn’t get up.
It was always something. So, this particular morning Anne made sure her
charges got up and out on time.
Ten minutes after the k**s had gone to school Anne was dressed in a light
cotton pull-over dress and out the back door. She arrived at Denise’s back
door in a moment and knocked. There was no answer. She knocked again,
worried Denise might have had second thoughts. But, a moment later she saw
Denise hurry into her kitchen wearing only a large smile on her face.
“Anne,” she exclaimed as she opened the door, “I’m so glad you came over.
And your timing couldn’t be any better, too.” She ushered Anne in, gave
her a quick kiss on the lips, and then took her hand. “You have to watch
this,” she told her. She led her upstairs. Anne heard water running in a
shower somewhere.
Denise opened the door to the bathroom. A tall, athletic man stood in the
shower stroking his cock. He leaned back against the wall and pumped his
long, thick tool back and forth with his eyes closed while the water
played down his lean body. “Isn’t that marvelous,” Denise whispered. “I
love it when he does that in the shower. It usually means he’s getting
warmed up for a quickie before he goes to work.” She gave Anne a very
mischievous smile. “I told him about meeting you this morning,” she said,
“and I told him you were definitely someone we should get to know.”
“If you two want to have a quickie before he leaves,” Anne started to say,
“shouldn’t I –“
“How would you like to play peeping-Tom?” Denise asked with a grin.
The idea thrilled Anne. “How will I do it?”
Denise took her into the bedroom. There was a tall, old-fashioned dressing
screen set up in the corner. “Get behind there,” she said, “and make sure
you’re quiet.” Then she smiled her sly smile again. “Unless things get
going really hot,” she said, “and then you might want to join in.”
Anne smiled back. “I’m sure I’m going to be pretty busy behind there
myself,” she said. “I may need a towel or something to take back with me.”
Denise got her a hand towel and Anne hid behind the screen. She found a
chair in the corner where she could sit down and see the entire bed. She
watched Denise lay back on the bed and lazily stroke her pussy. Boy, she
thought, if only we had some time before Frank got back –
But Frank came into the room, naked, and spotted his wife on the bed. “I
see you noticed what I was doing in the shower,” he said. His cock still
stood at half-attention. “And I can see you’re very much up for it. It’s a
shame you didn’t invite your new friend over to join us.”
Denise got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the side of the bed.
She took his dick in her hand and began to manipulate it. “I think that
will be an option very soon,” she said, and he bent down and began to suck
his cock to the very root. Frank leaned back a bit and closed his eyes.
Denise sucked him up and down until he was rigid. Then she turned around
and spread her legs wide apart. “Nice and slowly, baby,” she said, “just
go nice and easy to start with.”
Anne’s hand moved up and down her slit as she watched Frank enter Denise
from behind. She saw him slide in inch by inch, going in just a little
ways and then back out, and then in a bit further and then out until he
was fully inside her. She pressed her finger against her clit and massaged
to their rhythm. God, she was wet. Her finger was already dripping with
her juices by the time Frank began to pump in and out with any force.
Denise moaned and urged Frank on. “Harder now, baby,” she moaned, “fuck me
harder now. Give it all to me.” Frank gripped Denise’s cheeks and thrust
harder. “Give it to me with your hand,” she implored. With that, Frank
reared back and slapped her on her right cheek. The sound was like a gun
shot and Anne saw a pink imprint on her skin. “Yes, baby, again!” she said
loudly. Again, Frank spanked her ass and thrust his cock deep inside her.
“Again!” she yelled. Frank slapped her ass and pounded his hips against
hers. Over and over again, Frank fucked his wife with fury and slapped her
cheeks with each thrust. Denise’s ass took on a lovely rosy complexion.
“Give me your tits,” Frank said.
Denise turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. Frank slid his thick
cock up between Denise’s breasts and began to fuck them. Each time he rose
Denise bent her head down and sucked the head of his cock. “Oh, fuck yes,”
Frank moaned, “I love that. I want to cum this way.”
“Give it to me,” Denise told him, “shoot your load in my face, baby.”
Anne was pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt and twisting her
nipple until it was sore while Frank fucked his wife’s tits. Up and down,
his cock thrust and pumped until he began to shake. “I’m going to cum,” he
moaned, “oh shit, I’m going to cum.”
“Let me have it, baby,” Denise said sternly, “give it to me. Cum for me,
baby. Give me your load.” She squeezed her tits together harder and licked
and sucked at his head each time it rose. Frank arched his back, tightened
his ass muscles, and shot a huge wad of cum right up into Denise’s neck
and chin, even spattering her cheeks. She released her grip, bent down,
and took his dripping cock into her mouth. A few hard sucks and Frank
climaxed again. Anne watched Denise take his second load in her mouth and
swallow every drop. She even licked his cock clean.
There was little Anne could do to hold back. Watching the two of them got
her so hot and horny she stroked and finger-fucked herself into a frenzy.
As soon as Frank had gone back to he bathroom to clean up, Anne bit her
lip and felt her climax build to a breaking point. She doubled over, bore
down, and came right into the towel between her thighs. She had to breathe
through her nose in order to stifle her sound. She saw Denise stand up,
cum dribbling down her chest, and walk over to the screen. “Are you okay?”
she asked when she saw Anne’s bright red face and her chest heaving up and
down.
“Oh my God,” Anne whispered, “I could cum about a dozen more times. You
two were incredible.”
“Hold that thought,” Denise whispered, and walked away. Anne was having no
problem holding the thought; images of her and Denise doing a threesome
with Frank spun around in her head. It was holding back another orgasm
that was the difficult part. She saw Frank re-enter the bedroom and begin
to get dressed. She saw how thick and large his cock still was in its
post-coital state and imagined it penetrating her anus and cunt with
savage force. She could almost feel its shaft sliding up and down inside
her, and thought about the load he would produce inside her. Then she
imagined Denise going down on her after Frank had spent his seed and felt
her tongue cleaning her pussy from stem to stern.
By the time Frank was fully dressed and walking out of the room Anne was
ready to cum again. Her hand was drenched with her own juices and her
breathing was ragged. She heard Denise wish him a nice day and then heard
her footfalls on the steps coming back up. As she rounded the dressing
screen Anne was fighting a losing battle with her orgasm. “Oh, yes, Anne,”
Denise said, kneeling down in front of her, “let me get you off now. Give
it all to me.” She slid her face between Anne’s slick thighs and, with a
single touch of her tongue to Anne’s red, swollen, tender clit she brought
Anne to a full, wet climax.
Later on, seated naked at Denise’s kitchen table with steaming mugs of
coffee in front of them, Denise told Anne about their previous
neighborhood. “You can’t begin to believe how frustrating it was for me,”
she said, “not having anyone else around who understood sexual needs. Not
just from me, but from the whole family. Shelly was been having sex since
she was 14; at first it was fingers and dildos, but in the past couple of
years it’s been males. And not just her father, either. It was one of the
reasons we chose to move: it seems the folks in town mistook a healthy
sexual appetite for being a slut. Poor Shelly had a strong sexual drive
and the little boys in town couldn’t handle it. Then one of the women in
town decided to cry **** after seducing Danny into her home one afternoon.
He was helping her out by trimming her shrubs and she thought he’d be a
willing participant in her little fantasy. She came out with a glass of
lemonade for him, wearing a see-through blouse and a G-string. She didn’t
realize Danny had been having sex since he was old enough to know what sex
was. When she touched his cock and found it hard – I mean, what 14
year-old wouldn’t get hard looking at a pair of perfectly matched 38DDs,
the best money can buy? – she didn’t realize Danny knew what to do. When
she started to stroke him through his pants he thought she wanted sex, so
he reached over and slipped his finger right up between her pussy lips.
She was so shocked she ran back into the house and phoned the police.”
Denise laughed hard. “The whole thing backfired on her when the police
showed up and she was still in her blouse and G-string. They knew who
tried to **** who. But, she was the wife of a prominent attorney in town,
so we took shit for it.
“Anyway,” she continued, “we needed to leave. Frank has been sought after
by this firm here and he decided it was a good deal, so we moved. Not that
I miss any of it; not one woman in that town would even talk about having
another woman, although I’ll bet good money they thought about it.”
“But,” Anne asked, “how could you possibly have known I was open to the
idea?”
“Honey,” Denise replied, “there are only two reasons for sitting outside,
naked, that early in the morning: one, you’re waiting for a lover, and
two, the feeling of the cool air on your pussy gets you horny. When the
first one doesn’t happen immediately, the second is bound to be true.”
They talked and drank coffee for a good portion of the morning and then
Denise had errands to run. “You’ll stop over later,” Anne said at the
door, “after the k**s get home? I really want you to meet them.”
“Of course I will,” Denise replied, “and I’ll see if mine want to come
over as well. It might be interesting to put the four of them together and
see what happens.” They laughed and kissed and then parted.








i****t - Family Affair Ch. 05

It took a little while for me get around to introducing Betty and my Mom but a lot happened in between. The next time Helen and I were together, she was able to teach me a few new things. Like I said before, nothing is taboo as far as these women are concerned. Helen and I had just finished fucking and were laying on that huge bed of hers chatting about things when she brought up the three-way with Mom, Bill and I. She explained that Bill had told her and Betty a few days after and had mentioned that Anne was extremely sexy and would likely fit into their lifestyle. I assured Helen that Mom was definitely sexy and according to some of the conversations we had, was eager to meet the women. I filed her in on what had been going on with Mom and I and how exciting I found it to be able to share with Mom all the things that she and Betty had taught me.

"Would you like to learn something really exciting, Jimmy?" Helen asked.

"You know I do. I want to be the consummate lover. I have yet to find anything that I don't like and most importantly have yet to find anything you women, including my Mom, have not enjoyed," I replied.

"Do you know what a g-spot is?" When I shook my head no, she continued, "Well I am going to show you what it is and what it does along with some other things."

Helen got some fantastic smelling lotion and handed it to me as she said with a laugh, "Let the games begin."

What she taught me that night I will tell you about as I relate how I surprised Mom a few nights later. I wanted the evening to be a special one for her and I, not that all our nights weren't, so I spent the afternoon between the time I got home from school and she got home from work preparing things. Did I tell you I was a half way decent cook, well I am, so I set about making a romantic setting for our latest episode? When Mom got home she immediately knew we were going to spend the rest of the evening engaged in our favorite activity, fucking. As she got in the door I greeted her with a passionate kiss that left no doubt what I had in mind. I had already bathed and freshly shaved my body and applied some sexy smelling lotion that I knew she liked on me. I took her by the hand as I led her into the bedroom to remove her garments. As each piece was taken from her body I whispered in her ear things I was going to do to her. By the time she was naked her pussy was literally dripping. How did I know? Because I had her cunt cupped in my hand and my finger in her love tunnel. There was no way I was going to waste a drop of this precious fluid so I gently laid her back on the bed and licked her to her first of many orgasms that she would experience tonight. It never ceases to amaze me how much I love the taste of her pussy honey and that is what it tastes like to me ... "PURE HONEY."

"My god, Jimmy, I haven't been home thirty minutes and already I am limp as a rag."

"As they say Mom, you ain't seen nothing yet."

I took her to the bathroom where I bathed her in scented water, shaved her pussy, legs, underarms and arms, rinsed her off with a warm shower spray and dried her with a large fluffy towel. I applied some lotion to all the shaved parts, especially her crotch, which I had trouble tearing myself away from, helped her into a sheer sexy robe and walked her to the supper table where I served her like a queen. I wanted nothing to ruin the mood of the evening because if she thought she had been satisfied before, she was in for a treat tonight.

After dinner I took Mom back into the bedroom to do to her what I had been planning for since my evening with Helen. Gently and lovingly I removed the robe from Mom as I kissed her. Our tongues entwined, swapping mouth juices, until our lips were almost sore. As I laid her naked body back on the bed I marveled at youthful skin and muscle tone. Who would have thought she was forty-six years old. I must have spent more time than normal staring at her because she started to squirm on the bed. Her nipples hardened into sharp points, standing tall, dark and straight into the air. I leaned down and took them into my mouth. Damn, I love the feel of those love taps as I sucked and licked them tenderly. I worked my way down her torso to that slit I love so well. The inner lips that hung outside her puffy cunt were a deep purple as they filled with heated blood. I lapped at just the outer part, never touching her clit or hole. There was a method to my madness. I wanted Mom so hot she would beg to be fucked.

I rolled her onto her belly to begin the second part of my plan. I laid on her back with my lips next to her ear. My cock was being caressed by the cheeks of her ass as it lay between my body and hers.

Into her ear I whispered, "Mom, I am going to tongue fuck your body like I hope no one has ever done before. Not only that I am going to tongue fuck your ass. I am going to lick it, kiss it, massage it, eat it and then put my tongue as far into your ass as I can." Over and over I repeated in a low sexy voice what I was going to do. I left her ear and started my journey down her back toward her hot, round ass. As I was traveling to her tan rosebud I felt my cock nudge her pussy. I wanted to fuck her so badly that I almost rammed it into her wet love nest. But I was intent on doing what Helen had taught me. My mouth moved down the center of her back to the top of her ass cheeks. I massaged both of them with first my tongue and then my hands. Round and round they went as I stroked her firmly and then gently. Little by little, without her realizing it, I was stretching her ass apart so that I had a clear shot for my tongue. When I thought she was ready I leaned down and put my whole mouth against her asshole. Mom couldn't have jumped higher if I would have shoved a hot piece of iron into her. Helen had warned me she might so I was ready for it. With my mouth clamped tight to her asshole I made my tongue into a hard, sharp, pointed spear which I proceeded to use to spread that hole.

"Oh sweet god in heaven," was all she could mutter. "Goddamn ... oh fuck ... oh fuck my ass baby ... oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!"

I continued tongue fucking her ass as I slipped my thumb into her cunt and two of my fingers onto her clit. As I fucked her ass with my tongue I was putting my saliva into her hole. Within a few strokes with my fingers Mom had one of those mind shattering orgasms. It took every ounce of strength I had to hold her down. She bounced around, she screamed, she ripped at the bedsheet, her head tossed from side to side and I noticed she was biting and chewing the pillow.

And now for the crowning touch .....

I got up next to her on my hands and knees and slipped the thumb of my free hand into her asshole. At the same time the thumb in her pussy was searching for her g-spot. Helen had told me and showed me where it was and what it felt like. Bingo!!!!!!! I felt it right under my thumb. Slowly I massaged it as I felt it grow a bit. My two outer fingers were stroking her clit and the other one was fucking her ass. I have never heard Mom scream like this, ever. Everything she yelled was totally unintelligible. Her orgasms were coming one after another and kept getting louder and more intense. Mom raised up on her knees trying to get more and more of my fingers inside.

Now came the part Helen had said might happen...

Something wet was coming out of Mom's pussy. The more I rubbed the wetter it got. I couldn't believe what was happening. Fluid was gushing out of her gash to the point that it was splashing onto my arm and onto the bed. When Helen told me about this it was something I had never heard of. She told me to make sure there were towels close by, just in case. When Mom finally went over the top with her final orgasm she let out a huge sigh and collapsed on the bed. Her pussy continued to gush as shudders wracked her body. Like always I lay down behind Mom and held her in my arms as her climax subsided. It must have taken her fifteen minutes to rid herself of the after tremors of the earthquake like orgasm but I didn't let go of her, just continued to stroke her, cuddle her and whisper more things in her ear. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I felt it slide between her legs and rest against her creamy wet slit. I don't know how I avoided cumming except that I wanted Mom to have my joy juice.

I had yet another surprise for Mom ....

What Mom was not aware of when we came into the bedroom, I had left the backdoor of the house unlocked and slightly ajar. After my evening of lessons with Helen a few nights before I invited her to be part of this evening. I told her about what time we were starting and asked her to slip in the house while I had Mom in the throes of her orgasm. I also left the shade to Mom's window up a bit so she could watch us in action if she wanted and would know when to come in.

"I have another surprise for you, Mom," I said.

"My god baby, how much more is there?" she asked.

"You know who I told you was one of my teachers, well, she is here with us right now. I want you to meet Helen."

Helen was standing next to the bed stark naked. Mom rolled over and looked at her with a big smile on her face. I watched as Mom took in all the features of Helen's ageless body, from her enticing liquid red lips, down to her perfectly round tits capped off by rock hard pointed nipples, and then down her belly to her hairless pouty cunt slit.

"First off Helen," said Mom, "I am glad to meet you after all I have heard. I also want to thank you for helping Jimmy become the lover every woman dreams about. If you experience half of what I just did you know how good he is."

"Thanks Anne," Helen replied, "it has been an absolute pleasure teaching Jimmy the finer points of lovemaking and lustful fucking. You and I, I am sure, know the difference but it is a rarity when you find someone like Jimmy who takes to it like he does. Did you enjoy the latest lesson he learned?"

"Oh fuck yes! Why don't you and I reward him for being such a good student?" Mom said as she grinned at Helen.

I was worried for a minute that they had forgotten about me and my problem, my rock hard prick. Not to worry though, these two women started in on me like they were a well organized team. I watched as Mom and Helen deeply kissed each other as I had done to them at one time or another. Each was busy examining the other's body with probing touches and feels.

As they separated Helen asked Mom, "Which end would you like, Anne?" to which Mom answered, "You ride his cock Helen and I will ride his talented tongue and then I can eat his man juice out of you."

I felt Helen's wet, warm pussy engulf my cock as she slide all the way to the base. Mom swung her legs over my head, positioning her dripping cunt over my mouth. I will say this, it was difficult to keep my mind focused on either woman, yet the total effect had my senses reeling. Helen's cunt worked its magic on my love pole in the ways that I had come to love so well while Mom's cunt delivered a new flavor to my tongue thanks to all the gushing. It was a taste I had never experienced but one that was truly enjoyable. I could feel and hear them making love to each other as they made love to me. From this angle I had a new approach into Mom's tunnel. Not only was I able to lick the juices from deep inside but I was able to put the end of my tongue into her peehole. You may remember me mentioning that I had noticed that it was somewhat larger, well now I found a new way to pleasure her. I flicked my tongue around it, whipped it with my tongue and finally fucked her, directly in her peehole, with the sharp pointed end of my tongue. What a treat. Mom ground her crotch down on my face until her engorged clit was rubbing on my nose. Try as I might, I was having trouble keeping up with her pussy juices but even though some were running down my chin I kept lapping diligently. Without warning my cock erupted in a massive volcanic flow of white lava. Shot after shot blasted deep into Helen's hot tunnel. She also ground her crotch onto me as Mom was doing to my face. Both women were literally cumming at the same time. I felt I was being ground into the bed almost to the point of suffocation. I had to lift Mom off my face a bit so I could catch my breath and in doing so both of them rolled off my body. Mom's mouth went directly to Helen's gooey cunt and immediately went about licking my juice mixed with Helen's juice from Helen's slick gash. As Mom was sucking Helen's cunt, Helen took my hand and pulled me toward her mouth. I knelt next to her face so that she could get all my cock into her mouth. I felt her hand on my ass as she pulled me closer, forcing my cock into her throat. I also felt something else. One of Helen's fingers was working its way into my ass. She touched something inside and I jammed my cock deeper into her throat. I fucked her throat as I had fucked her cunt. Suddenly my cock erupted again. Helen swallowed my cum as fast as it shot out. Slowly, very slowly, everyone calmed down until I was laying on the bed in between the two of them. Christ what a night!! I didn't know if my cock would ever get hard again. But at eighteen I knew better. I knew that any of these women would be able to get my prick in fuckable condition.

"Like I said before, Helen, thanks for what you taught Jimmy," Mom said.

"I thought my grandson was a joy to teach but when he brought Jimmy to my house I knew that there was no end to the things he wanted to learn. Has Jimmy told you about Mike yet? Mike loves to fuck and suck also and besides which he is hung like his dad. At eighteen he has a cock to die for, one that almost never goes soft and he knows how to use it too. Maybe sometime I can arrange a party or an afternoon with Betty, Mike and I along with you and Jimmy for some great fucking and sucking. Let me work on it."

"Great, Helen. I have to also tell you I think you have a fantastic body and a super tan. I love the taste of your cunt."

"Thanks again, Anne. Jimmy told me about you too and I just knew I had to be with you. He didn't miss a thing in describing you. I love those inner lips of your pussy. I want to taste them and suck them and feel you cum in my mouth."

"Let her taste you Mom," I chimed in.

Helen spread Mom's legs and went right to the center of Mom's pleasure zone. It didn't take Helen long to get Mom to climax. When she came she also squirted into Helen's mouth. Helen continued to suck and suck harder until Mom let go with her famous scream and collapsed onto the bed. I leaned over to Helen and kissed her, tasting the mixture of Mom's juices on her lips while Mom recovered.

"I have to thank you for a wonderful evening," said Helen.

"No," said Mom, "it is I who have to thank you for doing something I never had the nerve to do, teach my son about sex. Helen, it's Friday night and if you don't have other plans Jimmy and I would love you to stay the rest of the night with us. Right Jimmy?" "Absolutely, Mom. How about it Helen?" I replied.

"Sounds wonderful, I will."

So we spent the rest of the night doing whatever came to mind until we finally fell asleep. When Helen left the next day she and Mom were best of friends. Helen had Mom eagerly anticipating the party Helen said she was going to throw especially when Helen told her that we were the first people outside the family she had ever trusted enough to invite. Kisses were exchanged all around as Helen departed and Mom and I relaxed the rest of the day in the rec room with not a stitch of clothing on our body.

"You know Jimmy, I could get used to this nudist lifestyle and all the things that have been going on lately."

"I know Mom, I already am used to it and ready for more."

Family Affair Ch. 06

Mom and I were getting along great with Helen and once in a while Mom had the opportunity to fuck Bill. Several times she asked me what Mike was like. I asked if she wanted to fuck him too and all she would say was if the opportunity presented itself she wouldn't pass it up. Right then I knew what I was going to do for her. Mike and I had not had the opportunity to engage in a group fuck since that day with his mom and grandmother. Though I had fucked Betty more than once and Helen quite often I still