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I slept well Wednesday night, my first threesome having exceeded my wildest expectations and building my sexual confidence to a zenith I would never have thought about two weeks ago. My anxiety about the night was now gone and my muscles had been quick to relax and allow me to fall into a deep sleep. I don't remember dreaming but I awoke Thursday morning with full-blown erection and was humping the mattress. This was not just morning wood or a piss hard-on. I was already in a state of full arousal with no recollection of why.

I thought back to last night and how easy it had been to pick up Tina and set her down on my eight-inch monster. I remember the charge going through my dick while I watched as Tina and Linda were kissing like lovers who had been apart for weeks. It was so sensual watching two beautiful women kissing that I had hated to interrupt it. But I was glad that I had been a part of that magical night.

I thought about jerking off, but then I never knew what to expect when I went to school now, so I didn't want to waste a load. I threw the covers off and rolled over onto my back, allowing the cool air to help calm down the wooden pole between my legs. As my prick began to shrink, I could feel a large amount of precum ooze out the softening head and I reached down to capture it.

I thought back to Lori after she had played with her pussy in class and then rubbed a finger across my lips as we were leaving, teasing me with the delicious nectar of her pink orchid. I brought the large dollop of my own juice to my lips and tasted it, letting it float on my tongue for a few seconds before swallowing. It was a little salty but not an unpleasant taste and my cock started to rise again. I quickly put the thought out of my head and got out of bed.

I turned on the light and looked around my room, still slightly disoriented. It was earlier than I normally got up, but there was no going back to sleep now. I pulled on my bathrobe and decided to shower and get ready for school. The house was quiet and I was doing my best to keep it that way after having run into my scantily clad mother a few times recently.

I felt a little more refreshed and clear-headed after the shower and was looking forward to going to school and hopefully attending every class. I looked in the mirror one last time, now more concerned about my appearance than I had ever been before. The face looking back at me seemed older and more serious than the young man that looked back at me just a couple weeks ago. Was I growing up too fast?

Hell no! I was having fun and growing up, not growing old. I thought I was keeping my head on straight and making mature decisions about my relationships, even if I hadn't really had any relationships before. The three girls my own age that I had sex with were all friends that I had known for several years at least. And the teachers were older and wiser than me, I thought, so why question their judgment about our relationship. I wasn't looking for love from them. I was happy to be their fuck-toy.

I smiled at my reflection as I thought about fucking all these beautiful women in the last two weeks and I started to get a rise again. I stroked it a few times and looked at the reflection again, amazed that such a large, firm cock actually belonged to me and using it came so natural. After that first incident a few years ago when I lost my virginity, I thought I would never be able to control this monster that created the uncontrollable urges in me. It was still hard to control, erections happening without any help from me, but around the right women, I could be a man among boys.

My mind now occupied again, I exited the bathroom with my robe open and of course, there was Mom again, almost bumping into me as I walked out with my head down in thought and a shit-eating grin on my face. She was wearing a long, light-blue negligee that was totally transparent with the bathroom light streaming onto it. Her large round orbs had very little sag to them and the dark brown areolas seemed to glow as my eyes feasted on them. Needless to say my swelling manhood began to stiffen even more and my mother was watching in fascination.

"Good morning sweetie. I think we need to have a talk," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the bathroom with her. She was so nonchalant, like she was going to ask me what I wanted for breakfast.

Her entire body was now clearly on display as the bright bathroom lights illuminated her skin through the sheer blue material giving an angelic sort of glow. The stretched skin around her nipples glistened like brown velvet. I could see her well defined bush and the swollen lips peeking through the blonde jungle.

"I do have to pee first sweetie," she said, raising the gown and spreading her legs as she sat down.

It gave me the briefest unobstructed view of the glorious opening from which I came into this world. And then I heard the light spray followed by quiet tinkling as the steamy droplets fell into the cold water of the bowl. Through it all her eyes stayed transfixed on the monolith between my legs, the head now engorged and a deep purple, aching for some action. My penis didn't care if the woman before me was my mother; my penis only cared that the woman before me was beautiful and desirable and obviously attracted to it.

"You know honey, there is nothing wrong with a boy your age masturbating so that you don't go around with that problem all day. If you're not sure what to do, I can teach you a few ways to relieve yourself," she stated quietly as she reached for my tool and began to softly stroke it, her electric fingers running from the head to the base and back again.

"Mom, I know how to take care of this. I'm not a ...." I paused, thinking twice about telling my mother that I wasn't a virgin. Besides, her hands felt so good on my prick, I wasn't sure I wanted her to stop. There was a charge building in my stiffened member, partially from my previous thoughts, but mostly because of the delicate touch of my mom's soft fingers as they continued to stroke me.

I remembered the feeling of those same soft fingers as they would gently rub my back when she put me down for my nap. There was something different in the feeling of her fingers gliding gently up and down the sensitive skin of my hardened shaft. All those years of love were channeled through her fingers now. That is what was different from every other woman who had touched me. They may have liked me or lusted for me, but my mother loved me and I could feel that difference in her touch. It wasn't just about the sex. She genuinely wanted to help me feel better.

Her thoughts seemed distant as her eyes remained glued to the monolith before her. As a large dollop of lubricant escaped the engorged head, she easily spread it the entire length of my prick. Her delicate touch suddenly becoming a tight grip as the lubricant allowed her to speed up her stroking with the reduced friction. It started feeling more like fucking than a hand job as her fingers wrapped tighter, her left hand now coming up to cradle and then gently tug on my balls. She was a pro at this, probably from doing it the last twenty years with my father.

"You know honey, your father and I did a lot of sexual experimenting when we were younger, even after we were married. We did some swapping and enjoyed sex. You shouldn't be afraid to get out there with some young women and try sex as long as you are careful and smart about it."

Her voice was soft and sweet like she was reciting poetry instead of seducing her son. Could I really be seduced if it was something I had craved my entire life? I grew up listening to that soft, sexy voice emanating from this goddess that I called mom.

She continued to stroke me as we both started breathing deeper. Young women, older women, even my own mother, I wanted sex with all of them. I couldn't believe how incredible her hands felt as she continued to stroke and caress my swollen cock and sensitive ball sac. I was about to blow my load on my mother and wasn't even thinking or caring about any consequences. I was fairly sure the forbidden nature of our act was responsible for the increased sensitivity of the nerve endings in my swollen rod.

I had fantasized about this since the first time I had seen her in a bikini and rubbed suntan lotion on her soft, pink skin, but I had told myself that it could only be a fantasy and never really expected my dreams to be realized. Now I could feel the cum churning deep within me as my mind fought the battle between fantasy and reality. Up, down, and around she stroked my over-stimulated pecker never breaking her rhythm as she sought to satisfy the needs of her son.

I was mesmerized by how beautiful and sexy my mother was as I stepped closer to her while she slowly stroked my burning rod. It was like I was watching a movie as she leaned forward and sucked the glistening purple head between her full moist lips. She slowly swallowed half my length while her hand squeezed and I felt that last sudden expansion in my cock as I exploded, feeling the burning hot liquid as it travelled the long road through my monstrous prick until it splashed against the back of her throat. She continued to suck and swallow and I continued to spurt forth more seed, my head spinning as the lights flashed in my brain and the nerve endings tingled from my cock to my toes and back again.

Her hand tightened and nostrils flared as she searched for air, her mouth full of cock and cum. Her skin turned pinkish and her left hand was digging into her thigh like she was trying to stop any stimulation she felt. I found out later that I had read her reaction wrong. She finally released me after swallowing the entire load, a small smile forming on her lips as she felt she had done her motherly duty by helping her son through a 'hard' morning. She calmly grabbed a wad of toilet paper and dabbed her pussy dry, standing and flushing the toilet. She looked back at me and down at my still hard member, and the smile slowly faded.

"Don't worry mom. It seems to be normal for me. He'll calm down at some point." I paused, bringing my right hand to her cheek. "But thank you. That was fantastic." And I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. I could feel the electricity again as she kissed back with a passion I hadn't expected. She reached for my prick again as if she was the one now mesmerized, her delicate fingers sending that same charge the length of my steel rod.

My nostrils flared as I tried to suck in more air while my tongue slid between her lips. My right hand came up to cup her ample breast, rolling and squeezing the mound until I felt the nipple elongating, begging for attention. The sheer material of her gown reminded me how it had felt when I ran my fingers along the red nylons leading to Linda's thighs. I wanted nothing more now than to make passionate love with my mother, but she came to her senses and broke the kiss.

"We need to talk more about this, but not now. There is a lot I have to tell you and it's hard to explain and may be hard to hear, but you're old enough now to hear it and make your own decisions. I hope I haven't scarred you and I hope you will understand when I explain everything to you. Now go get ready for school." She reluctantly released my hard-on, her eyes staring down at the burning red flesh, afraid to look me in the eyes.

I closed my robe, taking one last, longing look at my mother in all her beautiful slutty glory. The outfit was obviously chosen for my seduction. The dense but light colored bush couldn't hide her now very swollen pussy, the long wings spreading it open, a sign of how sexually agitated she really was. I wanted to return the favor and give her release, but I knew it wasn't what she wanted right now. Dad could take care of her after I left for school. I turned and left the room, shutting the door behind me to give her time to compose herself.

Well, if I wasn't sexually confused and fucked up before, I certainly was now. My mom had just given me a blow job and I felt like it was the most natural thing in the world. The woman who had given birth to me and nurtured me, who had cuddled me when I was afraid, who had taught me reading and arithmetic when I was four, was now one of my sexual conquests. She said I would understand when she explained it so I would just have to trust her judgment and wait for "The Talk". Being around the other beautiful women in my life at school might help keep my mind off my mother for the rest of the day.

I didn't eat breakfast, just dressed and headed to the bus stop. I was early of course and the first one there. The crisp morning air felt good as I tried to clear my mind and the visions of my lovely mother and her shapely, womanly body. Those long wings that had spread open her blonde forest were far larger than any of the girls (or women) I had been having sex with these last two weeks. I was pretty sure that a boy's sexual attraction to a beautiful mother was not uncommon, but consummation of those feelings was considered deviant behavior. I thought I should feel guilty, but it had felt so right that I had no feelings of guilt.

I didn't have long to dwell on it as another vision of loveliness approached. Ione was also early and her gorgeous smile and bouncy walk quickly chased away thoughts of my mother. She was wearing a short, navy blue skirt with no stockings and a tight, light blue pullover top and short white jacket. Obviously wearing the sports bra, her boobs were large but fairly still, yet those hips were bouncing from side to side in exaggerated fashion as she approached me. She hopped the last step up to me and planted a sweet, warm kiss on my lips.

She wasn't wearing any lipstick and had just a light amount of eye make-up knowing she would just mess it up in first period gym class. Her full red lips looked just as kissable and she tasted just as sweet as our first kiss. Her 18-year-old skin didn't really need any make-up but I knew she would put it on after gym class anyway just because that's what girls do.

"Hello beautiful. You're here bright and early this morning," I said, trying to sound as normal as possible after what happened to me this morning.

"Well, I wanted to make sure we had a few extra minutes. I have an away game this afternoon and then I have to clean the house and do homework tonight so I won't see you again after lunch." Her hand was on my waist as she pulled me close for another kiss, a little more passionate this time.

My rise started immediately and I wrapped an arm around her as well, pulling her close enough to feel the bulge as it expanded in my pants. I ground my hips into hers and she pushed back, anxious for her pussy to make contact with the swelling in my pants. She then broke the kiss, looking around to see if anyone was watching as she realized we were out in the open where anyone could watch us.

"I guess I better calm down," she said. "I have a big game today and I need to stay focused. They're the number two team and we can lock up the championship and go to the states if we beat them today."

"Hey, you guys are a lock. You have Betty pitching today. Nobody hits her. And when you make the states, you'll play on a weekend so I'll be able to come and watch you play. You're right. You just stay focused." I backed up a little bit and smiled, looking deeply into those emerald eyes and thought about our plans for the weekend.

As the other k**s started showing up, we just continued talking about today's game. It was the same on the bus with everybody excited that the school could have its first championship team. The school had only been around 5 years and the closest we had come before was the boy's basketball team finishing third two years ago.

When the bus got to school, she went right to the gym while I sat around with George and Jeff and talked sports until we went to the computer lab. It became a typical mundane Thursday start and then I headed off to English class, visions of last night with Tina and Linda quickly coming back to me. Mom and Ione had temporarily pushed the visions and actions of last night into the deep, dark recesses of my mind, but they were now front and center as I stared at Tina in her black leather outfit. The clothes and her demeanor seemed to scream "I am sex. All bow down to the queen of debauchery."

She had a look of control in her eyes today. She had taken control last night and orchestrated our every move even though she was the younger female. The smallest one in our group also had the most dynamic personality and she reveled in that control that she wielded over us. The devious grin she shot at me said that she enjoyed last night and I had no doubt that I had missed out on quite a bit of action, but I had been sated and knew that I had to be alert for classes today.

Her expression changed as Ione came into class and plopped down in her chair next to me. Her hair was slightly damp from her after gym shower, but it only added to her sensuality. Tina's eyes were smoldering as she openly stared at Ione, and I could see the slight intimidation on Ione's face as she eyed the sexy nymph standing in front of her. Their eyes locked and I knew then that the lioness had selected her next prey.

I didn't know if I should be jealous or turned on at the possibility of these two beautiful women having sex. Ione had a hungry but confused look in her eyes, almost like Linda had that day in the school parking lot when Tina first started the suggestive glances and intimate touches. I placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed, breaking the trance she was in and eliciting a slight frown from Tina.

Tina's voice was terse as she started the class and the irritation in her voice lasted the entire class, as if she was mad at the world now. When class was over and she dismissed us, she asked to see me up front. I told Ione to wait outside and I would walk her to her next class. As I approached Tina, that seductive smile I had seen last night returned to replace her frown.

"Did you enjoy last night, Joey?" she asked innocently. "You left rather early." There was a bit of sarcasm and teasing in her voice now, as if she was treating me like a little boy she could bully. I didn't know how she could change intonations so easily.

"It may have been early for you, but I have a test today and need to be alert. Besides, you seemed to want some alone time with Linda." It was my turn to sound irritated.

"Don't be jealous," she smiled. "I'm not trying to steal anybody away from you."

I wasn't sure if she was referring to Linda or Ione now. That sexy, impish face could hide so much and at the same time bend you to her will. I didn't know how to respond so I just turned and left. Ione was waiting for me.

"Everything OK?" she asked, obviously concerned about the look on my face.

"Sure sweetie," I said, giving her a soft peck on the lips as a smile returned to my face and masked my true confusion about the situation. "She just wanted to be sure you were feeling okay for the big game today."

"She's one of our biggest fans," she beamed. "She hasn't missed a game all year. Coach lets her ride on the team bus with us and she even helps clean up the locker room after games."

If she had been a man, she would have been locked up as a pervert. But being a bi-sexual woman gave her free access to all the lovely naked, young bodies in the girl's locker room without raising suspicions. She could easily pick out her prey based on their reactions to her innuendos. She had easily been able to read the desire in my eyes, a desire that all men had for her. But recognizing and fostering that desire in an older woman like Linda said that she had been doing this for a long time now in spite of her young age.

I didn't know if she was really a predator looking for conquests, or was like me, someone with an overactive sex drive that was looking for like-minded people to enjoy it with. I knew I would have sex with her again no matter what I thought her motives were. The sex with her and Linda last night had been fantastic, the excitement partially fueled by the kinkiness of my first threesome, but also by my desire for her and that petite body that hid the sex-hungry woman inside her.

I took Ione's hand and we walked to her next class. We slipped around the corner by the stairwell and I kissed her deeply, knowing it would be the last time today that I would see her. She returned the kiss with equal passion and used her free hand to caress my crotch, my manhood quickly lengthening and reaching out for her delicate touch. I raised my hand from her hip to caress her boob through the tight confines of the sports bra. The way it was pushed up made it feel huge but the material was sheer enough to allow her nipple to swell between my fingers.

The bell rang and she broke the kiss and hurried around the corner into the classroom. I jogged down the hall and went into my history class a few seconds late but she hadn't started class yet and didn't seem to notice my tardiness.

I had trouble concentrating in class as my mind drifted to thoughts of the diminutive Tina and the strong, athletic Ione locked together in a sensual embrace. Their tongues mingling as Ione pushed her down on the mattress and began opening her clothes. But just as quickly, my mind saw what would really happen as Tina took charge and mesmerized her younger prey as she moved her naked pussy over Ione's salivating full lips. I became aware of my hard-on lifting my pants and snapped out of the dream and back to the dullness of a mundane class.

At lunch, the guys were hammering me about my plans for the weekend with Ione. I couldn't tell them much since we had only discussed which movie we were going to see. If the unthinkable happened and they lost the game today, she would be in a real downer mood and probably not want to party. However, if they won as I expected, it was going to be a party weekend and I had every intention of taking her out and showing her off Saturday night. I just didn't want the guys to know where we would be, because sure as hell they would show up and gawk.

I stopped to talk with Linda after math class to see how she was holding up after what I knew was an exhausting night for her. She looked a little tired but had that similar glow from our first day of sex.

"So, Tina says you two had a late night. How are you holding up?" "Well, I have to admit that it exceeded my expectations. My first threesome and it didn't include my husband. I was feeling a little guilty. But I wish you had stayed. That young lady is insatiable and it would have been nice to have had a little backup." She hesitated before continuing, "It was different and it was enjoyable, but it wasn't anything like what I feel with you, or my husband."

I thought she was going to kiss me, but then students started filing in and I smiled and left her to teach her last class. The way she said it got me thinking as I walked to my last class. It sounded as if she was developing feelings for me and that was the last thing I wanted. She was beautiful and intelligent and a sexual dynamo, but as much as I was sexually attracted to her, there were no feelings of love involved from my perspective. Plus she was already married and I certainly didn't need that kind of hassle.

I then realized that Lori hadn't been in class today and that I hadn't seen her all day, which was highly unusual. She made it a point to make out with her smug boyfriend every chance she could when others were around. Besides being an exhibitionist, she wanted to make sure every girl in school knew that he belonged to her. She wanted to marry into money and he was the target whether she loved him or not. I would have to call her tonight and make sure she was okay.

I walked home alone after school. It was another warm spring day and by avoiding the bus, I could avoid the prying from my friends. It was only a couple miles so it would give me time to sort things out in my head. Now that I was away from everybody, my mind went back to this morning and the fantastic blowjob my mother had given me under the pretense of helping me out.

Did she really think I didn't know how to masturbate? Did she plan her actions this morning? She was rarely up early but ever since that first morning when she saw my swollen manhood, it seemed that she was awake early every day. I had to admit to myself that I had truly enjoyed it. Of the few blowjobs I had in my young life, I had never cum so quickly before. My mom was gorgeous and I had looked at her "that way" before, but she had only started to pop up in my masturbation fantasies in the last year.

This was quickly going from a boy's normal curiosity about the female body to an i****tuous infatuation. And I was beginning to feel that she might have a similar infatuation with me. Then there was her cryptic "we need to talk" that at first I thought was going to be that stupid birds and bees talk, but now realized that there was something that they had been hiding from me. My walking home was just another way of avoiding that talk and hearing something that I may not want to know about.

I came out of my reverie to find myself standing in front of my house. I decided to face the music and started up the stairs when I heard some noise out back. I walked around the house to find mom bent down placing some seeds in her flower bed. She was wearing tight black shorts that allowed the cheeks of her ass to peek out the back. She was also wearing a tight black t-shirt with no bra and her ample bosom was pressing down and threatening to burst through the thin material.

"Hi mom," I said trying not to surprise her. "Planting flowers already?"

"Oh, high dear," she said standing to face me, her smile beaming like a beacon in the night. "Are you okay? You look a little down," she said as she stepped closer and removed her gloves, bringing her soft hand up to caress my cheek.

Her nipples were well defined against the dark material and I'm sure her gentle caress was meant in a motherly fashion, but in my current state, her touch was electric. My eyes closed and my cock stiffened and guilt flowed over my body. I could smell her sweet perfume in the fresh spring air and my cock got stiffer, pushing out the front of my pants. When her lips touched mine, I thought I would explode. It was just a soft kiss, but seemed to linger and promise so much more.

"Perhaps this would be a good time to have our talk before your father gets home," she said, stepping back away from me.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed how beautiful she really was and how hot she was. The guys were right. She oozed sex without even realizing it. Those bright blue eyes and pouty lips surrounded by the short blonde hair belonged to a goddess, and her curves were the kind that artists yearn for. But right now, those pools of blue were locked onto the swelling in my pants just as they had been several times in the last two weeks.

I didn't say a word as I walked into the house through the back door. I could hear her soft footsteps behind me as I tried to will my manhood to go down, but it definitely had a mind of its own and was staying stiff as a board. I walked straight to my room and set down my books before plopping onto my bed on my side, trying desperately to hide my embarrassment.

I could hear mom wash up quickly before she came in my room and lay down on the bed next to me, her face just inches away. Her perfume began to overwhelm me again, providing more fuel to enrage the steel rod in my pants. Even if she were Venus or Aphrodite, she was my mother! I shouldn't be feeling like this.

"Look, you know your father and I got married right out of high school. We were like rabbits when we first got married. We had sex every day and sometimes more often when he could manage it. But I have a very large sexual appetite and it was only a year before he started feeling the strain of trying to keep up with me."

This was way more knowledge than any k** should have about their parent's sex life. Was she so sure that she should be telling me this and how was it pertinent to what happened between us?

"So we started to experiment sexually. We tried a threesome but it didn't seem right to us so we started swapping with other couples our own age. That was when we met Bill and Martha, Kathy's parents."

She hesitated for a minute now, allowing that point to sink in. What was this leading up to? Now my manhood started to shrink, as a feeling of dread came over me about this conversation. It was already leading into a direction that I had never seen coming.

"We all got along so well, that we stopped swapping with other couples and started having group sex with the four of us."

"Mom! Do you really think you need to tell me all this? Are you trying to scar me for life?" I was really getting scared now. Were my parents perverts or just way ahead of their time?

"Look sweetie, you need to understand why we did what we did. The four of us loved each other and we would do anything to help the other. When we decided to have a family, we took a break from all our group sex and concentrated on just getting pregnant. But Bill and Martha weren't having much luck while I got pregnant with you right away. To get to the point, Bill was shooting blanks and was never going to get Martha pregnant."

That gave me pause since it meant that Bill wasn't Kathy's father. Was she adopted? Why couldn't they just tell me that instead of going through their whole sexual history?

"Anyway, Bill and your father got drafted for the Korean War and were given orders to ship out. And I decided that Martha needed to get pregnant before they shipped out."

"But you said Bill could never get her pregnant." I was getting more confused.

"That's why I had your father have sex with Martha before they left. You and Kathy have the same father. She is your sister." She blurted this last part out as quickly as she could.

It took a minute for all this to set in. Kathy and I had always been close but I never sensed that we were that close. Oh my God! We had sex. I fucked my sister! I took my sister's cherry! No wonder she was upset.

"How long has Kathy known about this," I asked.

"A few months now. They felt that she should know now that she is eighteen."

That explained why she had been pushing me away the last few months and why she reacted differently when we were together. We had been like kissing cousins growing up. The physical attraction was still there, but now she felt it was wrong. Or did she? Was she still attracted to me and just started dating Jack to push me farther away and remove the temptation?

"I know this is a lot to digest, but there are a couple more important things you need to know. I took a new medication when I was trying to get pregnant and it caused a problem. You are sterile. Like Bill, you can't father a c***d. I feel terrible about it, but you need to know before you get serious with any girls."

She was crying now, the tears slowly running down while the murky fluid dimmed her normally bright blue eyes. She had been bearing this cross for eighteen years waiting for the right time to tell me and thinking that it would break my heart and ruin our relationship. Quite the contrary, it awakened a new sense of freedom in me. These last few years I had stayed away from girls for fear of getting one pregnant and now I find out that it was impossible. I was going to have to make up for lost time.

"Mom, don't cry. That's nothing you should feel guilty about and certainly not the end of the world for me." I reached up to wipe away a tear, then leaned in and kissed her softly, lovingly on the lips. I let it linger until she started to kiss me back, the passion replacing the regret and guilt inside her. I inched closer to her on the bed, our bodies now touching as my dripping cock had returned to erect status.

"Wait. There is one more thing," she sobbed. "About this morning, I have a medical condition. It's very rare but it causes me to get sexually aroused without any notice. I don't even have to touch myself and I can have an orgasm. It can even wake me up from a sound sleep. But I can't control it and when I get excited, I want to have sex because an orgasm is the only way the stimulation stops. I'm sorry I did that to you this morning, but I couldn't help myself."

"Mom, you should have told me this before. I would have understood, about you and about Kathy. Did you have an orgasm this morning while you were sucking my cock?"

"Yes. That's why I didn't need you to do anything to me. Just the stimulation of touching your hard cock was enough for me. I had to learn how to hide my orgasms because they can happen in public, but I prefer to really let loose and make a lot of noise. Waking up this morning all hot and bothered and then running into you in the bathroom with that beautiful, hard poker sticking out, I just lost control."

I kissed her cheek, licking away the salty tears and slipped my right arm around her neck and pulled her even closer as I kissed her again, deeper this time. My left hand went down to her ass and pushed our crotches together, flattening my solid prick between us.

"Mom, I love you. You are smart, caring, beautiful, and sexy. If I can't get you pregnant, then I don't see any reason for us not to help each other out occasionally. I won't tell dad if you won't," I smiled.

She smiled back at me and kissed me hard. Her hands came up under my shirt, her nails softly digging into my skin and sending quivers throughout my body. I started to let myself go, thinking of her as a desirable woman and not just my mom. While the thought of i****t was certainly responsible for the extra jolt of electricity I was feeling, it would not have been nearly so strong without her beautiful face and hourglass figure.

My hand left her rounded cheek and slid up softly across her large breast, the nipple once again trying to burst through the material. I began to massage the soft melon as the kiss became even more passionate. Her perfume was once again intoxicating me and I felt my head spin as I pushed her onto her back and lowered myself on top of her. My left leg was now between her legs and she was humping up to meet it. She grabbed my hand from her breast and moved it inside her shorts.

"Please, I need another quick release and then we can start again," she panted.

My fingers struggled against the tight material but I finally found her moist slit between the damp, matted hair. My middle finger pushed down on her stiff little nubbin as she closed her eyes and gave in to her inner demons. Her breathing was labored as she grit her teeth and forced her hips up to increase the pressure. This was more than just a spontaneous orgasm; she was getting turned on by having sex with her son and the feelings had been building up since that first time she had seen my stiffened cock.

I quickly diddled her hardness and she let loose with a loud, low moan as her legs locked around my hand and held me in place. Her back arched as her hips left the bed. All the air was leaving her lungs now as the moan continued. She had not started inhaling, concentrating on releasing all of those pent up feelings from the last few weeks.

When she did start breathing again, her hips crashed on the mattress and her eyes popped wide open as she gasped for air. I removed my finger from her clit and cupped her hairy mound with my hand, knowing it would be too much of a struggle to try to remove it from her tight shorts right now. As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she smiled up at me. There were no feelings of guilt or remorse now.

She pulled my hand from her shorts and then started to lift my shirt. I took the hint and finished the job, tossing my shirt into a corner. I started to undo my belt when she began to peel the tight, black top from her body and I had to stop to watch as those lovely breasts were finally exposed to me close up with no encumbrances. They were even lovelier than this morning when they had been covered in blue chiffon.

The wide, dark areola glistened as they stretched the skin to its limit. The stiff nipples rose proudly above them and begged for my lips to surround them and suckle them as I had as a c***d. But first I needed to get my damned pants off and allow my cock to breathe. I pulled my briefs off with my pants and they met a similar fate as my shirt, the coins fleeing the pockets and rolling around the room. My socks quickly followed as mom pulled off her shorts and showed off the beautiful blonde bush that I had glimpsed this morning.

She lay back down with outstretched arms to welcome me as I positioned myself above her. I didn't think twice as I rubbed the purple head of my monolith between her slippery crack. A large drop of pre-cum oozed out of my hungry cock and the head easily popped inside her. A look of surprise and extreme pleasure hit each of us simultaneously and I could feel my balls tightening. There was no way I was going to repeat that night with Kathy and I concentrated as I slowly pushed forward and slid balls deep into her eager pussy.

As I bent down to kiss her, she locked her legs on my ass and took the lead in setting our rhythm. As her heals released the pressure, I raised my hips and when they started to press down, I slid back in. After a few pumps, she started pushing harder on my ass and I started slamming into her with unbridled abandon. She was cumming again but kept shoving her hips up in tempo with the pressure from her legs. We went on like this for over ten minutes, sweat now pouring from our bodies. I lost track of how many times she came.

A puddle was developing on my bed from our combined body fluids and I could feel that familiar tightening in my balls as my cock began that final swell. This was it. I was going to have the ultimate orgasm and spill my load inside my mother.

"Wait!" she screamed. "Don't cum inside me."

Confused, I quickly pulled my cock out just as a stream of milky fluid shot out of the bulbous head and landed on her neck. The next blast coated her left tit with the subsequent squirts landing on her tight, flat belly. Still confused, I looked down at my gorgeous mother with my thick semen covering her soft skin. Her hand reached up and squeezed my cock, draining more drops of fluid on her beautiful body. For some reason, I felt the need to laugh and when I started, she followed suit.

I lowered myself down to kiss her smiling face, our bodies sliding effortlessly from all the semen I had spilled on her. My still hard cock was enjoying the feeling of sliding back and forth across her soft stomach. But then she broke the kiss and pushed me up, still smiling. I flipped over onto my back, my rigid pole still standing proudly and waving in the air. She scooped up some of the cum from her belly and then let it drip into her mouth. I watched in awe as she swallowed it and then went back for more.

She then sat up and leaned down over me, licking more from my body. My eyes locked onto a gob that was stuck on her left boob and she looked down to see what I was looking at. Still smiling, she lowered the tit slowly to my mouth and I swirled my tongue around the stiff nipple and then sucked the nipple and cum into my mouth. I swallowed the cum and continued to suck gently, lovingly at the breast that had first fed me as a c***d.

She pulled back again, staring down at my rod, still poking straight up with no sign of weakening.

"When does it go down?"

"I don't know, to be honest. I know I can do it two or three times before I need a few minutes rest." I said it matter-of-factly, not like a braggart. I'd only been fucking a couple weeks and I didn't think masturbation counted.

"Well, we're going to have to find out one of these days. But your father will be home soon so today is not going to be that day. Can you make him go down?"

"Yeah, but...why didn't you want me to cum inside you?" I asked, that hurt, puppy-dog look in my eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. It's just that sometimes I need a little diddle at night and I didn't want your father finding your cum inside me, at least not until I can explain to him why we're having sex.

You're going to tell dad we're having sex?" I blurted.

"Don't worry sweetie. He'll understand. He's had to help me battle this condition for years. I'm sure he would rather it be you than have to find another couple for us to swing with. Everything will be fine. But we have to clean up before he gets home. You throw the bedspread in the washer while I clean up."

And just like that she got up and went to the bathroom, leaving my manhood throbbing and begging for more. I yanked the bedspread off and walked naked downstairs to the basement and placed it in the washer, dumping some powder in and turning on the washer. I went back up to the bathroom as mom was finishing up, running the warm, soapy washcloth between her moist slit. My stiff pecker led the way into the bathroom as I walked up behind her.

She was rinsing the cloth off as I ran my cock across her slit from behind. My hands came up and cupped her generous mounds, massaging gently. I kissed the back of her neck and could feel her quiver at my touch. I knew she was still as turned on as I was, but she also realized we were on a deadline.

"Stop that. I just cleaned it." But she didn't push me away or remove my hands from her breasts. I brought my cock between her cheeks and tickled that tight brown hole. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply before she twirled around.

"No, not there. At least not now. Maybe never. I don't know. I've never done that." She seemed embarrassed that there was something she had never tried.

She took the cloth and soaped it up some more and started to wash me off like I was still her little boy. When she got down to my stiff pole, she got that mesmerized look again and just opened her mouth and took me in. I worked it in and out of her delicate lips but we were running out of time. Dad would be home any minute now and we needed to get dressed.

"Mom, it's alright. We need to get dressed before dad gets home." I grudgingly pulled away from her. She looked up at me through those glazed eyes, recognition finally starting to set in, and then stood up. I heard dad's car pull in the driveway and quickly took mom back to my bedroom and handed her the shorts and top, which she quickly threw on and left the room. I shut the door and put on clean clothes, setting at my desk pretending to do homework just in case.

I opened my history book, thinking I could go over today's chapter that I had missed while daydreaming in class. But again my mind drifted. So many things my mom had just told me and none of them were easy to digest. I wasn't surprised that my parents had been experimenting sexually. They had always been fairly open about sex and were very touchy-feely around each other and close friends. When we would get together with Bill, Martha, and Kathy it seemed that dad hung as closely to Martha as he did around mom.

I now thought that the feelings between me and Kathy were fostered by our parents' relationship since we would mimic their hugs and touches which eventually led to our make-out sessions. It had felt natural when we were k**s to hug and kiss each other. It wasn't until after puberty that the awkwardness had started to set in. She had started to notice other guys and they certainly noticed her. And my eyes had always strayed towards beautiful females of all ages. But our one sexual encounter had now driven a brick wall between our friendship.

Knowing that wall was due to our being siblings oddly eased some of the awkward feelings I had. Maybe now that we both knew the situation we could patch things up and at least be friends again. I still had the desire to make love to her again and do it right instead of the wham-bam-thank-you-m'am from a couple weeks ago.

There was a knock on my door and it quickly opened. I turned to see my dad standing in the doorway and I tried to stay expressionless, hoping he wouldn't see the just fucked look on my face.

"Hey son, you've got a phone call and dinner is in five." And then he was gone.

I went to get the phone and it was Ione telling me they had won the game in a rout. They had stopped for dinner at a diner and she was using the payphone so she couldn't tell me much but she had nailed two HR's and Betty had only given up two hits. She was so excited I wished I could have been there, but these victory moments are best shared with teammates anyway.

I hung up the phone and went to the table for dinner. I told them about the game, dad talked a little about work and mom talked about starting the garden. An outsider would never have guessed the secrets that we were all concealing.

I helped mom clean up the dishes after dinner while dad went into the living room to read the evening paper and watch the news. I resisted the urges to reach over and fondle her while she was washing the dishes though my cock was still semi-hard as it strained against my blue jeans. I was reminding myself to check on Lori when the phone rang again. I was closest and went to answer it.

"Hi Lori, I was just going to call you. Are you okay? I didn't see you in school today."

"I'm fine. I just fell down this morning and hurt my ankle. They took x-rays but said it's just a sprain. Um, dipshit just left so I thought maybe you could come over for a while. Maybe help me with, um, math homework ... or something."

"Sure, I can do that. I'll see you in a few minutes." The "or something" had me intrigued. It might be just what the doctor ordered for both of us.

"Going to celebrate with Ione," my mother grinned.

"No. It was just Lori. She sprained her ankle and is going to be laid up for a couple days and wanted some help with the math assignments. I won't be long."

Mom looked down at my crotch, "Oh, I wouldn't say that." She chuckled and I went over and kissed her.

"Well, looks like you and dad will have a few minutes to get frisky," and I did a little Groucho Marx with my eyebrows. I grabbed my math book and went out the back door. I took the shortcut through the backyards and was at Lori's in a matter of minutes. I went to the front door and rang the bell keeping the math book in front of my crotch.

Her father answered the door, a smile quickly coming to his face. He was a big man in both height and girth and was the kind that could scare off young men if he was so inclined.

"Hey Joey. Long time, no see. How you been? How's that gorgeous mother of yours," he whispered. "Glad to see you. I thought "brainless Billy" had forgotten something again. I'll never understand how that k** is such a good quarterback or what my daughter sees in him."

"I'm fine. Mom is as beautiful as ever. And ... I can't argue with you about Billy."

He slapped me on the back and the laugh bellowed out of him from deep in his diaphragm. "She's up in her room but I don't know how much you'll be able to teach her tonight. They have her on pain meds and she's pretty loopy."

I headed up the stairs, the pain in my back from his slap at least partially allowing my manhood to subside. Lori's door was open and I walked in and shut the door behind me. She was lying on the bed with her foot tightly wrapped and iced and propped on a pillow. She was wearing a short yellow cotton nightie and her eyes were glazed over from the meds. The soft, inviting smile on her face told me right away that we wouldn't be opening any book tonight. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"That stupid little dipshit had me give him a blowjob and then just got up and left without reciprocation," she sputtered. "Recipro...reciprocal. That can be a math word, can't it?" she chuckled.

She reached for my pants and undid the belt and pulled down the zipper. My hard-on was sticking up above my briefs and she smiled. As she took hold of my cock and started stroking it, I reached under her nightie and shouldn't have been surprised to find she wasn't wearing any panties. She was dripping wet as my middle finger slid inside her and my thumb found her swollen clit. Her hips were moving and she started to moan, so I kissed her to keep the noise down.

She started to kiss back with a passion as her arms wrapped around my neck, leaving my cock unattended. There was more feeling in this kiss than there had been during our quickies. I guess the d**gs were having a special effect on her. I slid my tongue between her soft lips as my fingers continued to work her nether regions. She was sucking hard on my tongue and her nostrils flared as they tried to inhale enough air. Her hips started bucking quickly and her arms tightened like a vice as she came, our lips locked and still while she tried to get more air. As the euphoria wore off, she started kissing me again. Softer now and with less urgency. Her fingers ran through my hair and I felt those familiar tingles as my nerve endings awoke.

"You know, for a nerdy guy, sometimes you can be really dreamy." She was softly biting that lower lip as she had done in class a few times. Her gaze drifted down to my prick, now dripping like an old faucet. She pulled her nightie up all the way, exposing that trimmed bush and those full melons. She placed my hand on my cock.

I stood up, my jeans falling down and then lowered my briefs. She didn't have to say anything. She wanted to watch me jerk-off in front of her. The ultimate exhibitionism for her. She played with her swollen nipples as I started to stroke my lathered cock. After the session with mom, I knew it wouldn't take that long. I studied her lovely body. I started thinking that this was what mom's body probably looked like when she was a teenager.

The skin was soft and had a pink glow from her excitement. The areolas of her large tits were swelling and puffing out as the nipples rose to sit high and proud on top of them. I knew those tits would continue to grow as her body matured. Her bush had been thinned out a little and was a shade darker than mom's. Visions of my mother started to flash before me and the similarities in their bodies became clearer.

Lori slid one finger down to her clit and started working it hard. Those long, butterfly lips were a deep red as she worked the hard nubbin. Her left hand was tweaking a nipple and offering her boob up as a target for my cannon. That was all I needed as my breathing deepened and my grip tightened on the hunk of meat between my legs. I stepped closer to her, pointing my enraged cock straight at those wondrous tits and spewed forth copious amounts of semen for the third time today. The first splash landed squarely on her right breast, so I aimed and nailed her left breast with the next spurt. More splashed down in the lovely valley between her mounds and slowly trickled down to her belly.

Her fingers were a blur as she bit her lip to hide the noise from her second climax. When she had calmed down and opened her eyes, I leaned forward towards her head and she rose up to meet me. Her mouth opened and took my stiff meat between her lips. Her right hand came up and squeezed the last drops out and she swallowed willingly. I started to reach for the tissues to clean her up, but she stopped me.

"Lick it off me," she pleaded. It wasn't a command, the d**gs obviously having some effect on her behavior.

I got down on my knees and swirled my tongue around her right breast, just as I had done earlier with my mother. I sucked and swallowed and then sucked again, harder this time. I bit down softly on the nipple and she moaned her approval. My tongue whipped the rubbery tip while my hand massaged the mound. After a few minutes, I moved over and repeated the process on her right boob.

I was getting used to the taste of my own cum. It was slightly musky but not nearly as distasteful as I had heard others describe it. Maybe every guy was different or maybe I was just enjoying it because of the bodies that I had sprayed it on. I moved to that valley between the mountains of flesh and started to suck up the remaining liquid. It was more watery than the first globs and had a more salty taste to it, almost like the pre-cum I had tasted this morning.

I licked her entire body like it was an oasis in the desert. A large pool of cum had filled her naval when she sat up and I was now sucking that out and poking my tongue in and out of the wrinkled indentation. I kissed her belly softly and continued my descent to her thin, blonde bush. My tongue worked through the wiry hair and found that moist slit that harbored the stiff button that gave her so much pleasure.

I licked the entire length of her opening, my tongue sliding inside her briefly before coming back up to diddle her clit. My tongue slapped back and forth before I sucked it between my lips and then flogged it again. Her hands were gripping my head as she bucked up to meet my tongue. In her heightened state I knew it wouldn't be long before she came again. She held my head still as the orgasm exploded within her.

"Oh shit! Yes, yes, yes."

She hadn't held back this time and I was pretty sure her parents had heard that. As soon as she started to release her grip, I stood up and pulled my pants back up and fastened my belt. I yanked her nightie back down and covered her as I grabbed the math book and a notebook and sat back down on the bed next to her. The fear of being caught had allowed my pole to shrivel up like a dried out string bean. There was a quick knock on the door before it opened and her father peaked inside.

"Is everything okay here? It sounded like she was in pain."

"She's okay," I said, looking up at him. "She just moved wrong. But I think you were right. She's having trouble concentrating on math. I should probably leave and let her get some rest."

I was hoping he couldn't smell the sex in the air. I had licked up all of my evidence, but after three orgasms, that pussy was getting a little funky.

He smiled knowingly and left the room but also left the door open. I closed up the books and bent down to give her a kiss. She sucked my lips and ran her tongue across them.

"Hmm, I love the taste of me," she whispered. Her eyes were totally glazed over now and I was pretty sure she was slipping into dreamland.

I was hoping my mouth hadn't been glistening too much when her father was looking at me. I took out my hankie and wiped my lips dry just to be sure. I kissed her softly on the forehead and then got up and left. I yelled a "Goodnight" to her parents as I left the house.

I went straight to the bathroom when I got home and scrubbed my face and rinsed off my cock again. Back in my own room, I stripped down and hopped into bed. As I lay there thinking about all that had happened and all I had learned, I couldn't help but wonder how this would affect my relationships with the women in my life. Would I have the same desire for Ione tomorrow night or would visions of mom, Kathy, and Lori continue to break my concentration? Or would I be passive like I had been with Linda and Tina who had orchestrated my relationships with them?

I had different kinds of feelings for Ione than the others and it was the closest thing to a normal relationship that I had. I really wanted the date to go well but I didn't want to over think it. I would just see how it played out during the movie and we could take things from there. A warm sense of calm came over me as I pictured Ione's smiling face, fresh from her softball victory, as I drifted off to sleep. I awoke Friday morning feeling refreshed and alert, the usual morning wood told me there was still plenty of gas left in my tank. I slipped on my robe and went to shower, paying special attention to my appearance and making sure nothing was out of place. I wanted tonight to be perfect. I was almost disappointed when I opened the bathroom door and mom wasn't waiting there. My b**st was at half staff and pushing out the front of my robe but no one else was there to see it.

I ate a bowl of cereal in my room while reading my history chapter again, this time soaking up the highlights. I looked at the clock and saw it was time to go so I laced my sneakers and grabbed my gym bag with my clothes. That was when it hit me. I was going to spend an entire night, and maybe a weekend, with a girl for the first time. The nerves started to set in. What if we can't find enough things to talk about after the sex is done? What if she doesn't like the movie? What if, what if ...

I took a deep breath as I headed out the door towards the bus stop. When I got there, there was already a crowd of people, most of them congratulating Ione on the big win. Even Kathy and Jack were standing next to her and smiling. I guess sports and school pride will cure all ills. I walked up to her and gave her a quick kiss.

"Congratulations slugger!"

She just smiled and then more k**s were coming up to her and I slowly backed away to allow her that moment in the spotlight. She had earned it and was clearly enjoying it. I stood back and enjoyed the view. She was wearing a pink mohair sweater and red slacks, which was unusual for her. She had great legs and loved to show them off. But her curves filled out the slacks nicely and the pink sweater was just plain hot. You could see the flesh bounce as she laughed and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra under it. The mohair would prevent her nipples from showing but the sweater was tight enough that the soft material would be teasing those little peaks all day.

Kathy said something to Jack and then came walking over to me, still smiling. Maybe this was my chance to patch things up between us.

"Hey handsome. You must be pretty proud of your girl after that game."

"Hi beautiful," I said softly. It seemed like ages since I had greeted her that way even though it had only been a few weeks. "I am proud of her, but I can't say that she's my girl. I don't think she belongs to anybody right now. Or maybe she belongs to everybody," I laughed, looking at the crowd around her. It would only get worse at school.

"Everybody seems to think you two are an item except you." Her smile had now changed to a quizzical look.

"Look, right now it's a blossoming friendship. I may have known her almost as long as I've known you, but we've only been close in the last couple weeks. It's nothing like our friendship and truthfully, I doubt it will last as long. Right now it is going great, but check back in a month or so for an update. I have a feeling our college plans won't be compatible."

Kathy got a light grin, then bit her lip to suppress it as she looked up at me. She placed her left hand on my arm and gripped it tightly as she tried not to smile.

"Look, if I'm not the girl you're with, Ione would be my next choice for you. She's a great person and she's certainly easy to look at," she said, glancing back at our bubbly friend.

"This may not be the right time, but my mom told me about our parent's relationship. Or should I say our relationship?" Her face went pale. "It's no big deal to me. A little kinky maybe, but you should know that I'm shooting blanks so you don't have to worry about getting pregnant. If you were worried about that I mean."

"I guess I should say I'm sorry you can't have k**s, but I have to admit that I am relieved that I don't have to wait out my period to find out. I'm on the pill now, but being a virgin at the time, I really wasn't planning on losing my cherry like that." There was a certain amount of regret in her voice and I started feeling guilty.

"I didn't come over that night planning on taking your virginity," I said, somewhat annoyed. "I just lost control and, well, I never even thought about you being a virgin. I don't know who I thought might have been the lucky guy, but I was as shocked as you when I realized what we had done. I'm glad now that it was me, but I wish I had done it a little better that night."

"Knowing I'm your sister, you still feel that way? Doesn't it feel wrong to you now that you know the truth?

She was trying to be quiet, but her voice was getting higher and louder. Then the bus pulled up and k**s started piling on.

"Kathy, we need to sit down and talk about this rationally. Maybe we can get together next week some time. And no, it doesn't feel wrong to me. I still love you and I always will. Ah, you better talk to Jack. I think he could tell we were having a serious discussion."

We got on the bus, Kathy with Jack and me sitting down next to Ione with my gym bag on my lap until everyone else was seated. Ione turned and kissed me, her right hand slipping under the gym bag and roaming my crotch, only to struggle to find something firm. Her tongue slid between my lips and Old Faithful started to come to life.

"Is there a problem here mister?" she asked, cocking and eyebrow at me. Her hand continued to move between my legs as my cock started growing down my pant leg.

"No m'am," I replied. "Locked and loaded and waiting on your command."

"Well, at least you didn't say phasers on stun or something really stupid. I can handle locked and loaded. In fact, I think I've found an elephant gun." And she kissed me again and all was right with the world. Discussions with Kathy could wait. Ione was going to have my full attention this weekend.

In an effort to calm us both down, I had her tell me about the game. She was just finishing up as the bus pulled up to the school, with a few other k**s listening intently which at least forced her to keep her hands to herself. Most of the k**s had filed off as she finished but a few hung back to congratulate her again.

When we walked up and sat on the steps, a crowd started to gather around again as more of her teammates joined her. I eased myself up and quietly moved from the crowd to find the guys. I walked over to them feeling exhausted instead of the refreshed feeling I woke up with this morning.

I barely listened to them as they talked about scores from last night's professional games. My mind was locked in to how good her lips felt on mine and how totally wicked I felt with her hand on my crotch while we were in public. Sex in private was great but this public sex on the bus or in the classroom had a charge to it that I didn't quite understand. It was like that first moment my mother's lips touched my hardened cock. It was an indescribable pleasure because of how forbidden it was, going against all the social mores of our society.

I was still in somewhat of a daze as the bell rang and they opened the doors for us to enter. I was in the computer lab typing up the keypunch cards for my program, trying to stay focused on that and not succeeding. I finally gave up and wrapped everything up for Monday. I started thinking about tonight. I had planned on the movie and then stopping for a beer and pizza after to make it feel like a real date instead of just going back to her place and fucking all night. The bell rang and it was time to go face her again.

I got to English class and Tina, Miss Raphael, looked as scrumptious as ever. Instead of her normal black outfit, she was wearing a red skirt suit with black trim. It fit her small curves perfectly and looked terribly expensive. A couple of buttons were undone on the pink silk blouse but the skirt went almost to her knees, which was very unlike her. It was still a very sexy picture.

Ione came in just before the bell as usual but Tina was waiting for her. "Ah!" she yelled, running over and pulling her into a bear hug. The class applauded and I looked on in fascination as I noticed that Tina's head was resting just slightly above Ione's generous mounds. The hug went on for a full minut