Where did it all come from? Perhaps from other actions or desires or maybe just a little shot of electro-chemical stuff hits the brain at exactly at the right or wrong time. I had pinned it down to the time I was fifteen and saw my older brother Bobby kiss my mother. I thought she had kissed him for a second too long. Maybe I just imagined that it went on for too long; after all, she kissed me on the lips often and it was no big deal. Maybe I had wanted her for a long time before and never let it come into my consciousness. Maybe she was sleeping with him. Maybe, maybe, maybe…but from then on my life took a different turn.

For the next few months, in my fantasies, I saw Bobby with my mother. He would strip her then he would suck on her nipples as she stood obediently before him. She always followed his orders. He screamed at her and called her names. Most of the fantasies were rough and I realized later that they were spawned by my anger and frustration. Robby would tie my mother to a chair and blindfold her. He would pinch her nipples until she screamed and almost choke her with his cock. She would beg him to stop but there was no mercy for her in this dark play; he was relentless. He would fuck my poor mother until she couldn’t stand and then he would come on her.

It took me a while to realize that my brother was only a stand-in for me and when I allowed myself to be the imagined participant, the expression of my erotic fabrications became gentler. I couldn’t hurt her, even in imaginings. I wanted to love her. I wanted her to love me.

I thought I had concealed my thoughts and feelings pretty well and that mom never knew how I felt, until that day of course. Bobby had moved out of the house and I wasn’t sorry to see him go. Although things had gotten better between Bobby and me but I still hadn’t forgotten all the punches and taunts of “Momma’s boy” he had let me have when we were younger.

I was nineteen and in my third year of college. I had picked a school near home. Since Bobby left, my mother and I had had gotten even closer than we were before. I liked talking to her and we spent lots of nights together watching videos.

On that particular morning, mom was sitting at the table in the kitchen and was wearing a light cotton print dress. It was long but low cut and showed enough of her cleavage to get me going. When she saw me she said, “Oh hi sweetie, could you do something for me? I must have slept badly and my neck’s killing me; just rub it for a while.” I stood behind her and started massaging her shoulders and neck.

I think the best way to describe my mother is ‘cute’. She later told me she always wanted to be ‘beautiful and mysterious’ but that no matter what she did everyone always told her she was cute. It’s as if someone had a carrot growing out of his head. When you look at him you say, “there’s a carrot.” When you look at my mother you say “she’s cute”. That’s probably one of the reasons she still looked like a kid approaching forty. My mother also had “It”. The “It” that Monroe had to make men come to attention, the “It” Elvis had to make all the women wet when he picked up a guitar.

On the day I was massaging her neck and the world changed, she had never looked sexier to me. If I would have thought about it I never would have done it – but I didn’t think. I just slid my hands down over both of her breasts, all the way to her nipples where I lingered for a moment. She didn’t jump or scream. What she did was take a deep breath and say, “Honey, I don’t know if you should be doing that.” I returned my hands to her neck and kept massaging.

I took off on one my porno fantasies. Mom is on her knees. Bobby and I stand at her face with our big cocks ready…waiting…and hoping she knows what we want and how to do it. She doesn’t disappoint us on either score. She starts by alternating on our cocks, sucking on each one for only five or ten seconds.

At one point she tries to get both fat heads into her mouth but has to be satisfied just licking them simultaneously. We can see how hot she’s getting. Bobby takes the lead and tells her, “Mom get on the bed…we’re going to fuck you from here to Timbuktu.” She doesn’t hesitate. She gets on the bed and spreads her legs. Bobby almost knocks me over getting on top of her. Foreplay lasts as long as it takes him to grab his cock and sink it into her wet pussy. He pulls her over on top of himself. I just look at my mother’s round meaty globes. Bobby says, “C’mon Rick, fuck her in the ass.”

I’m not sure if I should but I’m sure I want to. I want to ram it in her ass for screwing Bobby and not me; I want to pound her for turning me on all the time, and most of all, I need to.

I put a couple of fingers in as I play with her tits. Her ass grinding tells me how much she likes what I’m doing and I’m ready. My cock is as thick and hard as an iron rod and I expect her to scream but she takes it with an exclamation of “Oh…OH…” I thrust in and out completely at first, watching her react. She relaxes and her asshole is stretched and waiting for the next insertion. I oblige with a deep and forceful injection of my meat. When I get far enough into my mother’s ass to see three quarters of my cock disappear, I start pumping her. Bobby resumes his upward thrusts. As we both give it to her, with only a thin membrane separating the two big dicks, she keeps repeating how good it is to be filled with us.

We’re both getting closer and when we pick up the action and both pound her at once she goes nuts. She thrashes and laughs and keeps up a steady stream of talk. “Yes…fuck me, fuck me…this is what I’ve been dreaming about for years…my two boys fucking me…my two big cocks in their mother at the same time…in my cunt…in my ass…oooh yes…this is what you’re whore of a mother needs…this is what your slut mother needs…to get fucked by her sons…fucked by her sons…over and over again…OH…I don’t care who knows it …my boys are fucking me and I love it…”

I came back to the reality of having just touched her breasts with a hard-on from the fantasy and I’m emboldened to ask her the question I had been holding on to for four years, “Mom did bobby ever touch you that way?” She turned and gave me a hesitant, quizzical smile, “Of course not honey; why would you ask?”

My mother didn’t lie; in fact, the main reason she got a divorce was because my lousy father couldn’t do anything but lie and cheat. So there it was. My whole fantasy was built on a misperception, or would I have gotten to these feelings anyway?

I was elated and felt like a weight was lifted. I loved her so much at that moment; I turned her in the chair and start kissing her all over her face. She was laughing and she said, “Ricky, what’s gotten in to you today?”

“I love you mom…I love you.” That’s what I said to her even though she was looking at me as if I’d gone off the deep end, and of course, I had.

“I love you too sweetheart…but…” Before she could finish I bent and kissed her fully. She accepted my kiss and my tongue but when the kiss was over she said, “Honey this is too fast…we have to talk about this…but I have to go to work and…we’ll talk tonight, okay baby?”

“Sure mom” was all I could manage as she went to dress for work. A half-hour later she left with a quick goodbye and not even the usual peck on the cheek. I guessed I had blown it and started recriminations on myself for pushing her. What could I have been thinking anyway, that my mother was just going to strip and let her son have sex with her?

Late in the afternoon I had a break before my last class and I knew my mother would be home. I couldn’t wait and just wanted to hear her voice and maybe read what she was thinking. I called and when she answered I said, “Hi mom…I missed you.”

There was a hesitation on the other end and she said, “Hi baby…are you okay?”

“Sure mom.” My agitation propelled me forward. “Mom, could I ask you a theoretical question?” She made a small noise of assent. “Can you love someone you’re not supposed to love…is that possible…and if you do, can you tell your heart to stop?”

All she said was “Oh honey…” and got quiet. I pushed on.

“Mom, if you loved someone, wouldn’t you want to touch them and tell them and… make love with them…wouldn’t you do almost anything for the taste of their mouth and skin?” I heard her breathing strangely and deeply. As I asked if she was alright, it hit me and I said, “Mom what are you doing?”

Even though I had thought it, I was still shocked when she said it, “I’m touching myself.” She filled in my stunned silence and said, “I have to go Ricky” and hung up before I could respond.

That was probably the longest day of my life. When I got home we had dinner and cleaned up. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing. We sat on the couch and turned on the T.V.- Pins and needles would have been easier to sit on. I had no idea what I was going to say but I started anyway, “Mom…”

My mother looked at me wistfully and said, “Honey, lets not talk now…just hold me.” She leaned in and I put my arm around her. I remained motionless for a while and breathed in her fragrant skin. I felt a heart beat pounding but I didn’t know if it was hers or mine. Finally I leaned down and brought my lips near hers. She looked up at me and closed her eyes and I was kissing her again. It was as if the hours in between hadn’t transpired. We were continuing the kiss we started in the morning. I started unbuttoning the white blouse at her neck and opened it to her waist. The bra she wore was lacy and full but her cleavage was still evident. She took off my shirt as we kissed and slowly. We removed the rest of what we were wearing.

I said, “Mom, stand up so I can see you.” She stood rather shyly and I was in awe. She was ‘cute’ all over. Her breasts were full and heavy with pinkish-tan nipples that were the same color as her natural lips. The rest of her five foot one package was beautifully proportioned. I told her she was perfect. She said with a wrinkle of her nose, “No, I think I’m too big on top.”

I said, “Yeah right; put on your clothes and get out of here.”

She gave me her little laugh and then looked down between my legs at my rapidly rising dick and said, “Oh God, Ricky…Ricky…” I stood and took her into my arms. Her velvet skin was on me: her thighs, her belly, and her breasts. I ran my hand down her silky back to the globe of her ass that I used to pull her closer to me as we kissed. I took one of her ample breasts in my hand and lifted it as I massaged it between my fingers. When I moved to the nipple, it had elongated and I rubbed it with my thumb.

My mother reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She said, “My big beautiful boy is going to fill up his little mamma.” I was stiff with the excitement of her touch and she generated as much heat with her words as with the hand that slid up the shaft. She cupped me and softly massaged me as she made a cock that couldn’t get harder, harder.

An old movie with George C. Scott and his wife Trish was on in the background as we moved to the couch. She reclined with her knees up and opened. I laid my hand on the soft furry patch and stroked over my mother’s moist pussy. She smiled and made a small ‘mmm’ sound. I got on my knees bringing my cock toward her. She reached with both hands as she put her legs down and spread them. She positioned me at pink of her opening.

She was ready and I entered my mother with only a little difficulty. I was swollen and thick for her but she was now very wet. I filled her with my cock and told her of my longing and love for her. She was moaning gently but didn’t say one word throughout our lovemaking. She was grasping me with her hands and with her legs and with her pussy. As I watched my cock sliding in and out of my mother’s pussy I couldn’t believe how my fantasies had transmuted into reality and how good reality felt.

I had had a few girlfriends and was fairly experienced for a nineteen year old. I usually had no trouble waiting for my partner to approach orgasm before coming. This was different. I was having trouble. Each stroke that took me deeper into my mother’s channel felt better than the last. I imagined my cock sliding and prodding along the walls of her vagina. There was a harmonious fit as her channel conformed to the large shaft inside it. Being inside her was so much more exciting than anything I’d had with the other girls. I was fighting not to come because I wanted to be good for my mother. I wanted her to want me in her always.

She started moving with abandon and I was glad when I felt her stiffen; I had about three seconds left. She pushed her hips high up into me and arched her back with a long “Ohhh…” She dug her nails into my back and I started to come. The lubricating cum that was filling her pussy felt good on my cock as I pushed even higher into my mother’s belly. I came kissing her, moaning into her mouth. I thought I could never love anyone as much.

When we were quieted and wrapped in each other’s arms, I felt her body start a gentle tremor. When it became more pronounced I opened my eyes and saw that she was crying. It soon became audible. I stroked her hair and told her I loved her and that we hadn’t done anything wrong. When she finally spoke she said, “I know Rick…it’s not that…it’s that…I lied.”

“What do you mean mom.”

“Oh God…baby… I lied about Bobby…he did touch me this way…I’m so sorry honey…I didn’t want you think badly of me…I didn’t want you not to want me…it only went on for a month or so…I ended it because I realized I was just confused and needy…it wasn’t about the kind of love I feel now…don’t hate me baby…I love you…I had to tell you the truth; I didn’t want this to be between us…say something.”

I had frozen up. I was angry and confused. How could I ever trust anything she said or did from now on? Even though I was nineteen and thoughts about sex took up just about my whole day, it wasn’t enough. I loved her and wanted her to…I didn’t know exactly but I certainly didn’t want her to bring Bobby back into my thoughts when I had just gotten rid of him. So I was right about her fucking Bobby. Shit. The last thing I wanted to be was right. Maybe she just should have shut up about him and worked it out herself…but the genie was out of the bottle.

I took my clothes and walked to my room with the sound of my mother’s voice calling, “Ricky…Ricky?” fading in the distance. I didn’t talk to her until the next day, which was Saturday. Talking is putting it mildly.

I started with, “How could you? You bitch, you whore. You fuck him and then you tell me he never touched you? You say you love me and the first thing you do is lie to me? How can I trust you?” I put her through hell.

She said it in a hundred ways. “I love you; I was afraid; I was wrong.” We spent virtually the whole day alternating between yelling, screaming, crying, apologizing and everything else. I was young, stupid and self-righteous. It took hours until she got through to me.

“Ricky…baby…you have to forgive me…” Her eyes filled as she pleadingly said, “I’m not a whore…I’m not a whore…I’ve loved you this way for almost four years now. It started just a few months after I ended it with your brother. At first I thought I was crazy; how could I be falling in love with my son who was only sixteen? Oh honey…as the years past I still couldn’t explain it but I had to accept it because it just wouldn’t go away. Not a day passed that I didn’t want you…and it didn’t help that you ran your eyes over my body from morning ’til night either.” We both laughed a little. I guess I wasn’t as discrete as I thought I was. “Baby, I made a mistake, please don’t make us both pay for it forever.” Finally I saw her broken heart.

We had been at it for almost seven hours before I kissed her and told her I loved her. It took me a while but it finally got through my thick skull – we make mistakes, we admit them, we forgive and we move on.

We were both starved, for food and for each other. So we ordered some pizza and took off our clothes. My mother took me in her mouth and as soon as I felt the sensation of her tongue massaging my cock I said, “If you would have done that seven hours ago…”

She stopped and said, “That would have been the worst thing I could have done to you my baby…we needed today if we want to have a tomorrow.”

I knew she was right and I said, “Of course mom” and bent down to kiss her. We ended up on the floor in each other’s mouth. We were both sweated from the day but I loved her smell. I sucked the swelling lips below her clit and heard her sounds that were muffled by my cock, which filled her mouth. She was trying to swallow as much of me as she could and I felt myself hit the back of her throat. I got excited and probably drew on her clit a little too hard because she squealed. I said “Oops” and she laughed.

I gently took her back between my lips and circled the nub with soft pressure and flicks. My cock felt it would explode if she kept up the kind of sucking she was doing. I urged her to sit up on the couch. I lifted her legs and spread them pausing to enjoy the sight of my mother’s soft pussy. She broke my gaze when she said, “Be in me love.” I entered her steadily until I was fully embedded inside her. I bent down and told her to put her arms around my neck. I lifted her off the couch and she laughed.

I wanted to see what it would be like to hold my perfect ‘cute’ package that way. I held her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around me. As I stood there holding her, we kissed long and hard. Her pussy was moving on me and clenching the cock that spread it. When he legs tightened around me I went deeper into her belly. My cock explored the walls of her hot passageway as she ground her hips. We were both breathing hard. Her mouth was on my ear and when she took her tongue out, she began to urgently whisper, “Baby…are you going to always want me to be yours…still want your momma’s pussy…you wont leave me will you baby? I love you so much…oh God …oh…” I assured her of my love and she went back to kissing me as her ass moved faster in my hands. I started to bounce her and I heard “Mmm…mmm…mmm…” with each jolt. She pulled her mouth away from mine to say, “Baby I’m coming…I’m coming…oh Ricky…Rickey…my Rickey…”

I let go when she did. Holding her the way I was made it difficult to finish with the usual long, fast, and hard strokes so it took me a lot longer to finish coming. It seemed like I was pumping cum into her forever. When it was over, we were both panting with exhaustion. Just as she was kissing me all over my face, the doorbell rang. We both laughed at the timing and I had to drop her on the couch. I said, “We could have answered the door together if he rang a minute earlier.”

Mom was sputtering when she said, “We probably wouldn’t have had to tip him.” That pizza, that night, was right up there with the best meals of my life.

We went to bed and mom curled into me. I had the sweetest little package enveloped in my arms and I said, “Mom, you’re the cutest thing.” She gave a feigned hurt look and I said, “Okay, okay… you’re the most beautiful and mysterious thing.”

She kissed me and said, ” I guess it’s okay to be ‘cute’ as long as you like me that way.” I told her that I loved her that way and everyway and that because of the way she was, I was ‘rising’ in love with her as much as ‘falling’ in love with her. A sleepy smile lit her face.

We were both so tired we fell asleep around eight. At two I awoke and just looked at her beautiful nude body until I couldn’t just look anymore. I took my mother’s tit in my mouth and she slowly aroused as my tongue played with her nipple. As she woke up, she responded by eagerly massaging my hardening cock and balls. When she exchanged her tongue for her hand, my dick stiffened into a rigid rod. She slathered me with long licks that encompassed every inch from the swollen purple head to the underside of my balls. When she finally took me into her mouth I was primed. Her agile tongue coaxed the initial evidence of my desire from the leaking tip. The sounds of her mouth were musical. I watched as more of me disappeared between her lips with each passing moment. I could hardly contain myself as her mouth, lips, tongue and hands acted in concert.

It went beyond the lustful pleasure I was undeniably experiencing. She was offering her heart; an offer I wanted to accept forever. I couldn’t remember being that close to coming for that long. She squeezed on and off at the base of my shaft as she sucked on all the meat she could get in her mouth. Finally the first exquisite release began filling my mother’s mouth. She responded by re-doubling her efforts. My whole body stiffened causing me to involuntarily buck my cock deeper down her throat. I kept coming until I was sure I was done. Then my mother gave a last squeezing draw with her lips down the length of my cock. I yelled something like “Eeeyeowww” as the last spurt coated her lips. She licked them as the smile she gave me was drawn from the well of her bottomless love.

Afterwards as she nestled in my arms, I asked her what she was thinking. She said, “I guess I’m just amazed at this whole thing…especially at myself. I’ve just had my son in my mouth and I’m not thinking, ‘this is strange or what am I doing’? I’m thinking about all the things I want to do with you.”

“Like what mom?”

She slapped my chest playfully, “Oh no…I’m not telling.” I could see she was a bit shy about talking about it, so I cajoled her.

“Come on mom, after all the stuff we’ve done together you can’t tell me? Okay mom…why don’t you whisper what a mother might want to do with her son if she loved him like you love me?”

She came up to my ear and said, “Well a mother might want to have anal sex with her son…so she could feel her son’s big cock where she never felt it before…” She started breathing harder. “…Yes…she would want him to put it in her ass…deep in her ass like he was deep in her pussy and deep in her mouth…so she could show him how much she loved him…and show him he could ask anything of her that he wanted…yes baby…deep in his mother’s ass…yes Ricky, deep in your mother’s ass…”

I turned her over and began teasing my mother’s asshole. Her knees came up and spread as I fingered around the tight pucker. The more I thought about being in her ass, the more enticing it sounded. The more I looked at the round globes in front of me, the more I wanted to be between them.

I put a finger a finger in and gently explored when I heard her begin moaning into the pillow. I said, “Do you like this mom? Is this where you want me to be?”

“Yes Ricky, yes…”

I put in another finger and watched excitedly as my mother’s asshole was stretched, I wondered how much more it would have to stretch to accommodate my cock. I started putting it to the test. I saw aloe on her dresser and put some on me and some on her. It was soothing and cool and when I put the head of my cock against her greased pucker it gained partial entry. When the helmet was past the tight ring, my mother caught her breath. I stopped to rub up and down the flanks of her body from her breasts to her ass. As I continued I put my cock deeper into the slender channel. As I began to explore her depths in slow degrees, I asked her if she liked it. She said, “Yes…yes…yes” with each of my insertions.

The heat in her hole overtook the coolness of the aloe as the friction increased. The thought of being in my mother’s ass and the sensations it was sending from my cock to my brain started multiplying exponentially. I accelerated the pace and imbedded my cock fully with each thrust. At one point I held her hips and pressed my cock as far as it would go into her and stayed there, filling her ass. She let out a long sighing “Ohhhh…” that took at least thirty seconds to trail off.

When I resumed the insistent driving of my shaft into her, I knew we were both ready to come. I wanted to look at my mother’s face and show her my love as we came. I guided her over and put my cock back into her ass as I kissed her and told her that this was how I was going to love her forever. We found a rhythm as we reached for our climax. She took me as deep into her as she could. When she arched with a sharp cry, my cum began to pour into her. Each insertion released a hot stream into her as her sounds of pleasure washed over me. I knew that my mother had given me more than just her pussy and her ass – she had given herself; and I had taken her with love.

The last ten years have the best ten. Our lives remained filled with each other and a small incident last night tells our story. We had just come from a movie at a beautifully landscaped outdoor mall. The air was fragrant and we sat in a quiet gazebo surrounded by flowers. I put my arm around my mother my fingers rested on the top of her breast. We sat without a word and only her deepening breaths and the songs of birds settling in for the night could be heard. She put her hand on my thigh and before long I began to stiffen. We looked at each and smiled as we got up to go home.

Around the house my mother used to wear the skimpiest dresses, in fact they were dresses that had the sleeves cut off and the length shortened, she also wore them when she slept. When people came around the house she would quickly run into her bedroom and put on a long overall; but most off the time she just wore her little dresses. My mother had liked to live in total comfort, so she never wore a bra or knickers around the house.

When we watched television I would sit next to her, and because I was taller than her, I would stare down at her breasts. She had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen; they were like a pornstar’s breasts, but bigger and softer. She had good-sized nipples that would show through her dress. When she sat on the sofa she would move around a lot, which meant that her dress that was already half way up her thigh would go even higher.

At first I would simply watch my mother from all angles and them go and toss over her in the bathroom. But as I got older and I wanted fulfilling I started to make my moves, to which my mother was ignorant. At night I would pretend I couldn’t sleep and I would come and sleep next to my mother. She and my father both slept like logs, so with her permission I would lie next to her on the bed. I always had to lie on my stomach to conceal my raging boner. After they were both asleep I would put my arm around her and cop a feel of her breasts and sometimes I would slide her dress up and put my hands on her thighs and her ass-cheeks. After a few hours I would go back to my bed and wank like a horny rabbit. I did this until I was about 15 or 16, then I started to fuck girls my own age and go out a lot, meaning that I hardly ever spent any time at home.

When I started going to college I would spend a lot more time at home, and not go out with girls every night of the week. Over the last two years when I was very sexually active, I did a lot of penis enlargement exercises and I also went to the gym 3 or 4 times a week. This meant that I had a very good body, which a lot of girls found irresistible, and I also had penis that a pornstar would have been proud of; it was about 8½ inches long and it was fatter than any sausage I had ever seen.

Over the past couple of years my mother would sleep alone at night, this was because my father would not be at home. He had a lot of money and had the body and looks of a 28 year old, my mother knew he was out getting his cock sucked by some young long legged blonde, but she never said anything because she couldn’t do anything without him.

After a while, on the days that my father wasn’t home I would sleep in next to my mother pretending I was just keeping her company. Sometimes I would give her back rubs, these firstly started with me rubbing her shoulders and her back while she had her dress on. A few weeks later I would get her to sit over the edge of the bed while I massaged her legs, then I would move on to her thighs and massage them; while doing this I would get peaks at her upper thigh and pussy area, but I couldn’t get a clear view of her pussy as she never opened her legs properly. One day I got some massage oil and I asked her if she would give me a massage and she gave me one without any questions asked. A few days later I was in bed while she was brushing her teeth and I noticed that she was wearing a bra and matching knickers. She came and stood next to the bed and handed me a little bottle of massage oil and asked me if I could give her a massage. I accepted with evident enthusiasm. I looked at her and told her to lie down on the bed, then he did something thing that made my dick get harder than it had ever gotten before; she took of her dress over her head, she took her time while doing this, which meant that I could get a very good look of her body while her eyes were covered. Then she laid chest down on the bed so that I could rub the oil on her back, her face was turned away from me so I looked at her every curve in her body and I started and drooled over her huge and plentiful ass. She was wearing her thong kind of knickers, which made her ass-cheeks look even better. So I started by putting some oil on the upper back and shoulders and I massaged it for a little while, then I moved further down her back where I encountered her bra strap. I fiddled with the bra strap for a little pretending I didn’t know how to unhook it, but the truth was I was an expert when it came to unhooking a girl’s bra strap. I was simply wasting time so she could tell me to stop what I was doing or to give me permission to do it.

“First bring the hooks together, and then unhook them.” she said hesitantly

“Oh I see” I replied as I easily undid the strap.

Then I started to rub her whole back, I had a little trouble getting to her other side so, while she was laying on her back I put one leg over her and sat on her back. I did not put all my weight down, but while sat in that position many thoughts went through my head, my fantasies were taking place. Then I climbed off her back and I started to massage her lower back, with every stroke I would move her knickers down further exposing her lovely ass-crack. As I did this she did not oppose, though she was perfectly aware of what I was doing. I was too afraid to pull her kickers all the way off and I was afraid to ask her to turn over. I hesitated and thought about what I was doing, then my mom started to get up a moved back a little and covered my throbbing penis with a blanket.

She sat up on the bed, with her fat juicy tits dangling in front of my face and with obvious wetness in her panties

“Let mommy give you a massage now honey!” she said in her inviting and sweet voice.

I thought that she just wanted to give me a massage and she hadn’t noticed her breasts were on show and so I instinctively shouted;

“No! Thanks I’m fine”

I was afraid she would see my enraged cock be appalled at the thought of her own son having sexual feeling for her.

“Come on, honey! You deserve it” she insisted

“Please, mom! I’m fine I don’t need a massage” I argued

But she leaned towards me and said seductively “ I would make me very happy!”

So I had no choice but to agree. I was hoping she would massage me while I had my clothes on, but she grabbed the massage oil bottle and told me to take off my shirt.

I did not know what to do, I knew if took of my shirt my rod would be exposed trough the light material shorts I was wearing, while on the other had I could not refuse to take my shirt off as it would make her even more suspicious. So, I twitched and fiddled for a little while hoping my cock would relax, but it didn’t work; so I slowly and teasingly took my shirt off over my head; hoping for the best. Then I let it cover my eyes for a few seconds, while my huge and swollen cock was on view to my mother, I then completely removed my shirt. I looked at my mother and she did not look at all surprised; there was no way that my mother could have not seen my cock; I thought to myself. I looked into her eyes, while her eyes were scanning my muscular and defined upper body. She nudged closer to me; ignoring my rod that was literarily poking into her thigh; and she put some oil on my bare chest and then she began to rub it a little more. Then she poured loads of oil on my chest and her eyes watched the beads of oil trickle down my six-pack and then into my shorts. She just looked at my bulging cock for a while and then looked at me. In her eyes I could she that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I took a deep breath, while she put her legs around me and pushed me flat on my back. She teased me by rubbing my stomach and grabbing my nipples, then she kissed me on my chest, then she kissed my all over my stomach, then she got off the bed and put her head between my legs and kissed my thumping cock gently. I started to groan with pleasure, which she used as a signal to remove my shorts. She wrapped her moist lips around my rock hard cock, she managed to get the head into her mouth, but she was struggling to get anymore of it in there. So I assisted her by thrusting my hips forward, it seemed to the trick; she slobbered and slurped over my cock like a hungry and deprived hoe. I grabbed her hair and I started moving her head in the direction I wanted. I could see that she was struggling for air and so I pulled her head off my penis.

She then stood up, I stood up in front of her and told her to stand still, as I began to suck on her neck, I felt her nipples poking into my chest and so I started sucking on them while she stood there moaning and groaning. I suck and nibbled on her tits like they were covered in honey. Then I went down on my knees, my face was in front of her hot and steamy pussy. I teased her by kissing her inner thigh and occasionally running my tongue over her kickers. Then I slowly removed her knickers with my mouth and looked up at her face, she grabbed my head and buried it among her moist and steamy love hole. As I licked her clit she bit her lips to stop herself for moaning with pleasure. I continued to clean out her pussy; my middle finger on my left hand was deep into her ass hole, while my right hand was fondling her warm and soft breast. My mother’s pussy was wet, steamy and yearning for my cock that was throbbing like mad.

I got up and gently laid my mom onto the bed, I slowly then climbed over her, I opened her legs wide apart; her pussy was still tight after I ate it for so long. I grabbed my dick and rubbed it on her clit, she began to moan and play with her breasts, she couldn’t take it any more, and she grabbed hold of my cock and tried to guide it into her pussy. She struggled, as the huge piece of meat was just too big for her tight hole, I assisted her by using my hips to satisfy her pussy’s craving for my dick. After a lot of effort I got it in and I stared down at her, she looked back at me, there was an awkward moment of silence, in which both of us thought about what we were doing. Then I realized I’m fucking the woman that I have being tossing off over for years, this was a dream come true for me, so I began thrusting my hips causing my balls to smack up against my mother’s exposed ass. I grabbed her shoulders and I fucked her even harder, she was moaning and groaning, as if she had never had sex before.

My mothers body was steaming body, I was just getting started; I continued to thrust my cock into her abyss, when I remembered I wasn’t wearing a condom; wasn’t prepared to her my mom pregnant so I yanked out my cock, and stepped of the bed. My mom didn’t realize why I did this, so she got a little worried and lay there looking at me anxiously. The way she looked at me with her legs open and her pussy showing made me want to take charge; I was bigger and much stronger than her.

I grabbed her hips and turned her over, leaving her plentiful ass on view, I was pretty sure my mom hadn’t been ass fucked before so I wanted to start off easy. I put my tongue between her warm ass cheeks and I started to lick out the crack gently. I did this for a while, then I gradually got rougher, I took occasional nibbles with my teeth, then I moved my head out of her crack and took a deep breath. I enjoyed the sight of her ass as I gazed at it one more time, then I just slapped her right cheek, I watched her body quiver after the slap.

I clutched my cock and moved in, I rested my cock on her ass crack before I jammed it in her hole. I took another deep breath and started to push my cock into her ass hole, like her pussy this was extremely tight and I struggled and experienced a lot of pain as I was shoving it in. She pulled her ass cheeks apart with her hands, which helped my pole go in smoothly. I grasped her hips firmly and slowly started to pump her, and then I gradually started to make the movements forceful. Then I lifted her up slightly, while my cock was lodged in firmly, and I moved back, so that both of our feet were on the floor, now with my right hand I grabbed a handful of her hair and I continued to ride her. She was groaning like mad, I wanted to hear groan even more, so I started to squeeze her dangling breasts with my left hand. Her groaning didn’t get any louder, so I let go of her breast and started to slap her ass, she responded by getting louder and moving her body to make my penetration even more powerful.

After a few minutes of pure anal penetration, I got up and looked around, I noticed wooden chest in the corner of my room; I pulled my mom over to the chest and I seated her on it. Then I put my hands behind her knees and lifted her legs up and spread them apart, leaving her clit exposed for a real thrashing. I command her to guide my love pole into her gaping hole, and he did as she was instructed. As I fucked her head pounded against the wall and my balls again pounded against her ass. After fucking her for a while longer I got tired of doing the work, so I pulled out my dick and I raised her of the wooed chest, after this I sat down on the chest. She stood in front of my, not knowing what to do, I could see how very inexperienced she was when it came to fucking, so I told her to come and sit on my dick. She seemed confused as she slowly moved towards me, gripped her firmly and put her into position, where she was sitting on my lap with my dick deeply wedged into her pussy. Then I told her to bounce, she started off slowly, and then as she became more comfortable she began to bounce faster and harder, this is when I started to groan. She matched my groaning with her moaning; I clutched her loose breasts and I squeezed them, then she put her hands under my ass and she squeezed my ass as hard as I was squeezing her breasts, we were both being pleasured immensely.

For a few more minutes I sat on the wooden chest with my mom annihilating my penis, then her I felt a sudden blast of heat around my penis, my mom had cum, she had the greatest orgasm of her life. I wasn’t finished, I wanted her to make me cum, and so I pushed her to the floor, commandingly, and I gripped her hair, once more, and guided her head to my throbbing penis longing for fulfillment. She aggressively swallowed my penis, and she began to suck like mad, she tried her best to make me cum, but I was mot ready yet. I brought her to her feet and then flung her onto the bed. I then climbed on the bed and stuck my dick into her moth. I was in the sort of position, where my keens were by her sides and my balls were dangling over her chin. Then I thrust my dick in her moth, like her mouth was a pussy. She was using her tongue to her best of her abilities to make me cum, I started to get hot and I felt an orgasm coming on, I prodded my cock in he moth for a little while longer and then I pulled it out and held it over her breasts. I watched as my first spurt of my cum missed her breasts and landed on her chin, then I guided the rest of my juice onto her breasts. She sat up and licked the sticky hot cum off her breasts and cleaned up every last drop off my semi-erect penis.

Then she got up and put on her dress and I put on my shorts and we laid back on the bed and covered ourselves with the heavy king-size duvet. My mother came close to me and said;

“Honey, that was amazing, it was the best fuck I have ever had!”

“Mom, how comes when you saw my swollen cock, when you wanted to give me a massage, you weren’t suspired?” I asked To which my mom replied

“I’ve know you wanted to fuck me for a long time now.”

I was shocked to hear this she then continued to say;

“I’ve know this ever since you used to crawl into bed with me in the night and slowly lift my dress up, and sometimes caress my breasts with your sweaty hands”

I felt a little embarrassed and I looked away from her, she softly turned my head and whispered

“Don’t be shy, hon, I wanted you to do it. In fact I’ve been craving you for a few years now, ever since I noticed you exercising your giant penis in the shower.”

“Your cock is so much bigger and fatter than your father’s, and your body is so much harder and more desirable than your father’s, but the thing that made me want you so much is the fact that you actually desire my body. Your father stopped fucking me a long time ago.” she said, as her eyes began to fill up with tears. I pulled her towards me and I said to her;

“You’re the most attractive and desirable woman I know, and you’re one hell of a fuck, dad is just being like every other man. He can’t stay with one woman; the problem is with dad, not you mom”

I held her close and we both went to sleep in each other’s arms.

“May I help, young lady? Are you all right?” I asked looking past her. I didn’t see a car in sight.

“I’m fine, sir. I’m here for you. Your wife sent me.”

“My wife? Who brought you here?” I asked, puzzled.

“Yes sir. Katy dropped me off. Your wife said you might want to fuck me in the ass. You can have some pussy, too, if you want.”

My dick went on immediate alert. Standing in front of me was a girl who looked to be about 16. She had thick, red curls pulled into a ponytail. She wore a little black jumper with a white tee shirt underneath, black tie up shoes and white knee-high socks. The girl was asking me to fuck her!

“Honey, honey, we have a visitor, ” I called to my wife. She came out in the other half of our matching bathrobes. “This young lady has a story for you.”

My wife came over, unbelted her robe and hugged the girl, pressing into her. Her hands went under the little dress to cup her naked ass. I watched them, fascinated, as they kissed deeply, their pussies straining toward each other. My dick was still tricking. What’s going on here?

“Sweetheart, she’s a surprise for you. Since I had the pleasure of fucking her all afternoon in my office, I volunteered your dick for tonight. Just look at her. Don’t you want to fuck her, honey? I guarantee you her pussy is prime but she said she likes to have a dick up her ass, too,” she said stroking the girl’s pussy.

My dick had sprung through an opening in my robe–all 9 inches. He was dripping and hungry for a tight hole.

“How old are you, honey,” I asked. “You look like jailbait.”

“As I told your wife, I’m twenty. You can fuck me all you want without getting in trouble. Your wife got off on fucking me because I look so young.

I looked at my wife as she drank in the sight of the girl. I could tell by her face that she was horny for her now. Yes–I’m sure she fucked her. I would like to have seen that. Her left hand cupped the girls pussy as we spoke.

“Were you in the office when I came today? My wife hurried me out. That was unusual. I wanted a nice nooner with her.”

“Yes, sir. I was hiding in the bathroom. She was afraid you would smell my pussy on her. She had to get rid of you quickly so that she could continue fucking me. Her mouth and her fingers were on my pussy the moment you left.”

I know my wife likes good dick, but pussy? She never mentioned that. We need to talk.

Looking down at my peeking erect cock, she asks, “Sir, would you like to fuck me now. Your thing is really beautiful.”

My mind whirled, my dick throbbed and expanded. I was twice her age but I could fuck her up real nice. “Since my wife had you first today, I’ll take first crack at you tonight. This boner needs release real bad.” My wife undressed the girl for me as she felt her up. Then she released her for my pleasure.

I took off my robe revealing a hard, muscular body with a dick that seems to have grown 2 inches. I walked to the girl, dipped my legs, and pressed into her from behind. I slid my dick under her pussy. I pumped lightly and felt her slide back and forth on me. Oh yes, I would take the pussy, too!

“Come on, little girl,” I called to her. “It’s time for some good dicking.” I sat in a straight-backed chaired and looked at her. “Come sit on my lap, honey.”

Gloriously naked in her womanhood, she moved to my waiting dick. She sat in my lap, wound her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. A shudder of pleasure ran through me as my dick pressed on her stomach. This was going to be good, I thought, as I sucked on a tit.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she said in little girl voice.

I groaned out loud as she slid onto my dick. She was good and wet from my wife’s fingers. She slid up to the hilt and squeezed me. I was in fucking heaven with her tight little pussy screwing my dick. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her down as I pushed up into her. She moaned softly. All nine inches of my hot meat was locked in tight in my baby girl’s sweet pussy. Fantasy time.

“Do you still like my dick, baby? Daddy loves your tight pussy. Do you remember when I popped that cherry? Now that was some good pussy, too. I though you wouldn’t release my dick when I got in all the way. Fuck me like you did then, sweetheart.” I stepped further into the fantasy. She picked up her tempo and rammed her pussy onto my cock until I lost my wad. “So good, honey. So good. You still fuck your daddy real good. I love to cum in you, baby girl.” My wife watched the action at the chair as she fingered her own pussy. Later, I would have to thank her properly for my gift.

The girl eased her pussy off me and slid down until her head was in my lap. “Oh yes, Daddy. I do remember when you first fucked me. You said you were afraid some damn boy would take what was yours. You gave Mommy a sleeping pill and slipped into my room and had your way with me. You fucked me so much that night that I could hardly walk the next day.”

“I remember, baby. I tried to get up and you kept pulling me back. You were so hot for another slice of your daddy’s dick.”

The girl examined my cock. “Has you dick gotten bigger, Daddy? How did all of that meat get in my little pussy? And look at all that white stuff on your dick. Can I lick it?” she teased. I was rock hard as my girl licked her daddy’s dick clean and sucked it down her hot throat. “It tastes salty, Daddy.”

I pulled her up and jammed my tongue in her mouth and tasted my cum. I got hard again and was ready for more of my sweet girl. I was aiming for a nice piece of ass. I positioned her on the low coffee table on all fours. She presented her cute little ass to me.

“You and your wife have a thing for girls like me, don’t you?”

I looked at my wife who shrugged and smiled lustily. On my instructions, she sat at the end of the table to kiss the girl, grope her breasts and anchor her steady for my dicking. Looking down at my wife working the girl brought an extra measure of excitement. I told her to stay away from the girl’s clit. I wanted to make her cum with just my dick.

I spread her cheeks to reveal her tight asshole. “Daddy’s going to fuck you in here, sweetheart,” I said as I pushed my pinky finger into her hole. We were back in the game.

She shuddered hard. “Your dick is too big, Daddy. How can it fit in there?”

“Daddy will stretch you and make it fit. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to take it. You’ve been a bad girl. Daddy has to punish you for stealing that sweater. Didn’t I warn you this would happen if you stole again?” I said as my dick slowly pressed at her asshole.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. Just spank me. Please don’t fuck in my ass. It will hurt. You can have my pussy again, Daddy. You like to put your dick in my pussy. Please, Daddy, please!”

I’m on fire as a bring a hand down and paddle her butt. She whines and moans out loud as my hand makes contact with her flesh. One, two three, four. I liked whipping that ass. Five, six.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she cried. “Can I go now?”

“No, sweetheart, the spanking in not enough. I still have to put my dick in your ass. There’s a lesson to be learned here young lady. You embarrassed me again at that store. The original punishment still stands and it will make your daddy feel less angry at you when you take it all in. Don’t you want to help me love you again?” I dip my dick in her spermed pussy and push forward into her little ass.

“Please love me again, Daddy. I’ll die if you don’t love me. Just don’t hurt me,” she moans as I slowly slide forward.

I am met with resistance after my head pushes in. “Let your daddy in there honey.”

“Daddy, I’ll be good. Please! Your dick is so big! Oooh, Daddy, it hurts.”

I was over the moon in this fantasy. Slap. Slap. “Punishment should hurt or it does no good young lady. Now let your daddy in there. Don’t make me angrier, sweetheart.” Slap. Slap. She suddenly releases and I slowly slide in to the hilt. I fucked her ass very slowly, savoring the tightness of it around my huge cock. “Move your ass, baby. That’s it. Fuck daddy–slowly, baby. Oh yes, baby. Daddy’s anger is leaving. Screw your daddy’s big dick. Just like you do when I’m in your pussy. That’s it. That’s it. You’re so tight, baby. Keep fucking your daddy. Just like that, baby. It feels so good in my baby’s ass. Just a little bit more. Daddy needs to put his white stuff in you and all the anger will be gone. I still love you, sweetheart.”

I watch her sweet little ass rotate on my cock as I go out of my mind. As I am pumping, I look down at my wife and say, “Thank you, honey,” as I fuck our little girl into her.

I continue to fuck her ass in earnest with long, hard strokes–over and over and over again. I feel her squeeze me in her ass as she cums repeatedly. She is screaming with her pleasure. Daddy’s little girl was certainly built for good ass-dicking.

“Daddy, you made me scream. I didn’t know I could cum with your dick in my ass. You like fucking in my ass don’t you, Daddy?” she groans as she continues to slide on my dick. “Is this how all girls are punished? Is this how they show they love their daddies?”

“Yes, baby, they should. Only the lucky daddies feel this love. You’re my special girl. You’re taking your punishment so well,” I tell her, still humping. “And you’re making your daddy’s dick feel very loved.”

“Keep fucking me, Daddy. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Your dick feels good in there. I’m a good girl now, aren’t I, Daddy? You made me a good girl with your big dick. I love you, Daddy.”

I went insane. I pulled out completely. Then I rammed her little ass up to the hilt as my wife held her steady. I fucked her ass like a mad man as I came over and over in her. “Oh, oh, oh, baby girl. Fuck, sweetheart, your ass is too good. The white stuff is coming now, baby. It’s coming for you.” We stayed locked together as we came down to earth.

She was still in the game. “I felt your white stuff shoot deep into my ass. It was hot, Daddy. You can fuck me in here even when I’m not bad. Ok, Daddy? Mommy sucks me and Daddy fucks me. My mommy and daddy love me the best,” she said in that little girl voice. Overcome with lust, my wife kissed her.

“Hot fucking damn, baby girl,” I groaned as my dick ballooned in her ass. I began to fuck her ass again as my cum slid from her pussy and her ass onto the coffee table.

My wife sent the girl, with her clothes in hand, to the powder room to clean up. Then she phoned her office assistant, Katy, to come clean up after us and drop the girl off at home. Honestly, my wife treats that girl like a slave.

I could see why my wife was so enchanted with that woman. She gives great fantasy and damn fine piece of ass. And we have the whole night on our security video!

If she or her neighbors had known ahead of time, they
would have taken whatever means was necessary to
prevent it. Molly and her neighbors had a standard to
live by and that didn’t include black single women and
their daughters. She had always been wealthy, owned a
small company, and was financing her daughters way to
college. How dare they ruin her life by moving in?
Especially without her approval.

Curious as to the strange noises, Molly couldn’t resist
the temptation to find out what the black ladies were
doing behind the high wooden fence. She knew of a
knothole in the fence she had found one day doing yard
work and decided to go to it and looked through. Who
knows she might find something on these black whores to
get rid of them once and for all and the noises even
though he couldn’t understand them was very strange
indeed.

As Molly edged to the fence and bent down to take a
look, she was immediately shocked beyond her
expectations. In the neighbors back yard was the 18
year old black daughter Nicci and she was dressed in a
black rubber outfit with her tits and ass exposed. More
strange was she was riding on Mr. Johnson, the neighbor
down the road, and he was crawling naked on the grass.

His ass had a black thing that looked like a dog tail
stuck out and Nicci was yelling at him and striking
his ass repeatedly with a tree switch. The harder she
hit the faster he crawled around and wiggled his big
fat ass. His mouth was stuffed with something and his
feet and arms had a small chain attaching each
together. He was sweating furiously and in desperate
panic trying to please the black cunt riding on his
back.

Molly was speechless and started to leave and call the
police when she felt the wetness dripping between her
legs. Her pussy was soaking wet form watching the scene
before her and was in desperate need to be stimulated.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. She hadn’t felt that
way in years. Mr. Johnson was one of the neighbors she
really hated and she wanted to see his ass get
wholloped good. Beat his ass, cunt, she wanted to
scream as she begin to stoke her pussy.

She was becoming obsessed with the scene before her.
Quickly Molly pulled her shorts down to her ankles and
jammed two fingers in her pussy. Harder, harder bitch.
Make the bastard scream. Whip his ass harder. Molly was
moving her ass up and down with each insertion of her
fingers in her pussy. She was in total ecstasy and
about to come at any moment. Hell, the police could
wait for later, her cunt was in immediately need.

Nicci finally stopped riding her white slave pony
and stood up, bend over, and spread her huge ass
cheeks. Mr. Johnson immediately stuck his face in her
ass and was massaging her asshole with his nose. His
redden ass was wriggling wildly in Molly’s direction.

Molly couldn’t stand it anymore. She jammed a finer up
her ass and came immediately. She continued to shake
and fuck her ass with her finger when all of a sudden
she felt a sharp sting on her left ass. Startled she
turned around and saw her black bitch neighbor mother
Jolene facing her with a camera in her hand recording
her recent cumming.

What the hell?!

Slap, another sharp pain on her ass as Molly tried to
cover her ass and pussy from her nearby attacker.

“Your ass is mine now, you white bitch.” Yelled Sonya.
“I caught it all on film and your neighbor and my
daughter will tell all your neighbors and employees
about your little slutty behavior. And don’t try to
pull your shorts up that hot ass of yours. I’m not done
with it yet. Your stuck up big nose is finally going to
be put to good use yet. Strip, you old white bitch or I
show this film to all your neighbors and your financial
providers. I may even buy your house when you’re on the
poor farm.”

Molly was caught. She could run but couldn’t hide from
her friends and she needed her business to maintain her
lifestyle. What had she gotten herself into. She knew
she couldn’t take the camera away from the stronger
black woman. Her life was ruined unless she played
along for the time being. And what about her daughter
and her schooling. No she had to play along for now.

She could easily escape later and she had to admit she
was still wet down below and still unsatisfied. Slowly
she removed all her clothing and threw them on the
ground in front. She immediately placed one hand to
cover her pussy and the other on her tits.
Slap!

A blow to her face brought her immediately back to
reality. As she covered her face, she felt a hard kick
to her pussy that brought her immediately to her knees.
Sonya was on top of her. In no time her ankles and
wrists were cuffed in back. Molly was dumbfounded,
confused, and worried.

She couldn’t free her hands or get away from the
stronger woman. She was totally humiliated in her
present state but aroused at the same time. Sonya
stood above laughing down at the confused woman. She
then went to a nearby tree and broke off a branch from
a lower limb before returning to older white woman on
the ground.

“My daughter has a horsy to ride, cunt,” She said. “So
I guess we’ll make you into a bunny. Get your ass up
you white trash.”

Swish, Swish.

“I said get up cunt.” She repeated. “We’re going to go
to my house and you’re are going to hop all the way or
my switch is going to wallop your white ass.”

Swish, swish.

Molly was in shock and horror but the pain on her ass
was terrible. She immediately began the hopping routine
to the neighbor house with Sonya continually switching
her big white ass. At first she cursed and screamed at
the black bitch but after a few swipes on her large ass
she began begging half around the fence.

Her ass was on fire and she must have been a pretty
sight hopping and jumping with her ass sticking out
each time she landed. By the time they entered the back
yard she had even begged to lick Sonya’s asshole clean
if she would quit hitting her with that damn switch.

Nicci seeing her white bitchy neighbor Mrs. Jenson
jumping towards her with her mother swiping at her ass
with a switch began laughing. She turned around and
pointed her ass as Molly coming towards her and told her
to stick her white face of yours where it belongs.

Molly sweating and desperate to avoid the switch
furiously wasted no time getting to the big black ass
and stuck her face desperately inside. She immediately
began licking to please the young mistress and spare
her ass anymore punishment. Sonya laughing behind her
spread her white checks wide and stuck the switch deep
inside her asshole.

“Hold that in your ass bitch while you lick my
daughter.” Sonya commanded.

“Come here slave boy and lick my beautiful black ass.”

Mr. Johnson wasted no time as his mouth plug was
removed and his face and tongue buried in Sonya ass.

“Oh yes, deeper, deeper worm.” She yelled at him.

“Oh mother,” Nicci said. “I think our new bunny is
going to make a nice pet. Don’t you?”

Molly’s tongue was so busy she hardly heard Nicci’s
comments till the young girl tuned around, grabbed her
hair, and pull her face roughly into her crotch. Molly
was by that time totally entranced and began lapping
her mistress cunt like a dog in heat.

“Well, well. Good doggie.” Nicci was yelling.
“Wiggle that ass for me. Oh yes. Lick my pussy you old
white bitch. Maybe I’ll ride that poor excuse for an
ass you have later.”

Nicci knew it had been a setup and had worked
extremely well. She also knew by the time they the
mother totally beaten, her daughter would be a piece of
cake and then they would have more slaves in the
neighborhood with an unlimited supply of future slaves.
Mrs. Alexander was already tied up in the house with a
mop up her ass mopping the kitchen and hall floors. A
job Mrs. Jenson would soon be sharing.

Nicci came all over Molly’s face and then climbed on her
back. “Getup honky. Move that white ass of yours.”

Swish, Swish.

Molly crawled around crying and begging till she
collapsed on the grass. She no longer had the will to
fight her new mistress and upon command followed
Nicci towards the house on all fours. She knew this
was only the beginning but there was nothing she could
do at present but survived.

Sonya followed riding on Mr. Johnson back and pinching
his ass every once in a while laughing each time he
oink. What a piggy the bank teller was. Sonya was
telling her daughter. She knew his wife was just as
fun.

We were met on arrival by the owners, Devon and Charles, quite accommodating hosts who showed us to a spacious top-floor room with a queen-sized modern bed and then took us to the rooftop to explain the operation of the rather large hot tub. Devon, quite fit and in his early 50s, enquired quite openly whether we would mind if they also made use of the hot tub this weekend as we were the only guests so far.

Neither Michele nor I had any objections, which brought a smile to Devon’s face as he told us that he and Charles usually use the tub very late at night after the chores had been completed and the guests bedded down.

Later in the afternoon, Michele, a shapely green-eyed redhead with a thin patch of auburn hair covering what can only be described as a “weeping” cunt when thoroughly aroused, made the observation that the owners clearly were a comfortable gay couple, but I said there’s the possibility they might be bisexual so don’t be surprised when and if we’re all in the tub she might learn differently. She laughed it off as we spent the rest of the early evening shopping for some lingerie. I managed to convince her to go for an average-covering bikini just in case it turns out the two men did join us and bathing suits were required.

After a delightful dinner at a local Italian restaurant we were eager to use the hot tub and sample a preferred bottle of Bordeaux I had picked up on the way. After showering, a quick check of the hot tub gave no sign of the owners so my wife and I chose the “clothing optional” route and slid naked into the tub, naturally positioning ourselves for the most relaxing situation.

As dusk gave way to a misty starlit evening and we delved into the claret, it was Charles who broke the stillness, from the doorway “Mind if we join you?” I glanced quickly at Michele who moved to cover her ample 33ds with her hands. “Uh, we’re naked,” I chimed in quite uneasily. But then Devon added his view, “Don’t worry, we never wear suits in the tub anyway… really, we hope you don’t mind?”

I gave my wife a quick “What are we to do?” glance and she realized the hopelessness of the situation we had honestly created, and resigned herself. “Okay, hop in” I told the pair. Michele slid down to just cover her stiffening nipples as Charles, the younger of the two owners, stocky, with a boyish crew cut and a clearly soft, average length — but very very thick — cock, slid into the bubbles. Devon slid in quickly next to him; a little thinner but sporting what even I consider a very long and hefty package for a man his size.

They had brought their own claret and after a half hour of pleasant conversation and some healthy wine tasting, Michele was clearly more relaxed than when the owners arrived and had settled back against a corner of the hot tub, her breasts just above the water and nipples still erect as I ran my hand along the inside of her thighs. With Devon and Charles clearly enjoying the sight of her becoming slightly aroused, I reached over for her free hand and guided it to my cock. She quickly pulled away and blushed, to which both the owners chuckled.

“Don’t be shy, pretty lady,” Devon told her laughingly, “What happens in the tub, stays in the tub.” She smiled back weakly, and blushed again deeply as I pulled her against me and reached around to caress her right nipple.

“But, we can’t…..” her voice trailed off as I bit her lightly on the shoulder as I massaged the erect nipple and allowed my other hand to brush lightly over her slit below. The we both glanced over Devon had put his arm around Charles and both men began lightly fondling each other’s cocks, clearly enjoying the show we were putting on.

It had reached the point where I had to ask, “Are you guys gay or bisexual?” They both smiled easily, with Charles answering: “Clearly we’re bi, folks, otherwise what you two are showing us wouldn’t turn us on so.” That flipped the switch I needed. As Michele questioningly at me I asked her outright, “Do you mind if they just touch you?”

“You make the call,” she said smiling as I delved two fingers deep into her. “You heard her, guys,” I said, “Let’s take it slow.” Positioning my now clearly aroused wife on my lap and full erection, Devon moved to the right of us and Charles to the left, each putting an arm around me as they slowly but expertly massaged Michele’s open thighs, then her stomach and breasts to the accompaniment of her soft moaning before offering them both a deep tongue exchange.

Charles slowly moved her left hand into the water to stroke his very thick seven-inch erection while, to my surprise, Devon took my hand from under Michele’s heaving buttock to place it on his at least 10-inch raging and quite thick cock. I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a soft jack while watching Michele lightly run her fingers over Charles’s heavy member. It was all too much and I announced it clearly was time to move either to the patio recliners or the bedroom. Charles and Devon jumped up and out to place three of the recliners’ mattresses together to form more than a king-sized play area while Michele, her eyes still questioning where this night would lead, took my hand and lay down face up inside my open legs.

Obviously, the night’s dilemma had been resolved. Her eyes widened and glanced to and from Devon and Charles’s raging erections as they settled alongside us on the mattresses and commenced deep kissing and fingering my wife’s clearly flowing cunt, each dropping down to taste her juices. “Which is it to be?” I asked lightly while pinching eagerly at her stiff nipples. “You choose” was the throaty reply.

I nodded to Charles who smiled back gratefully and moved to loom over my wife’s splayed form, his enormously thick cock just teasing her weeping opening. Devon gave her a deep tongue-swallowing kiss, as did I. Then Charles began to push, ever so slightly, Michele grunting softly as with some visible effort, the massive head of his uncut cock seemed to just pop into her open cunt lips. She bucked as both Devon and I put a cupped hand under a buttock to help open her for Charles’s monstrous intrusion. Her eyes opened wide as she screamed “Oh, God! It’s so damn thick… push, push!!”

And Charles did and both Devon and I watched in amazement as my wife’s luscious thighs opened and opened more as at least four inches of his massively thick cock slid grudgingly into her, where the flow seemed to increase with each push. It was with a piercing scream that her eyes bulged from their sockets as Charles drove home, his balls slamming into her open ass. “Christ, honey, I’m coming apart!” she pleaded “If he cums in me I’ll burst!”

A glance down to where they were joined showed how far she was spread and the juices from their joining were flowing over the mattress. The tightness of their fucking was also obvious on Charles’s face, who warned, “I can’t… I can’t hold it.” To which Amy, her eyes nearly red with lust, announced to us, “Oh, God, God, he’s cumming in me! He’s Cumming in me… it’s so hot, it’s so hot!” And with one magnificent thrust Charles splattered her cervix with one thick string after another of hot cum that oozed out around his cock and her filled, steaming cunt. As he grunted loudly, Michele’s body surrendered itself to the most stretched orgasm of her life, bucking up against the massive, spurting head of Charles’s erection before nearly passing out in my arms.

Her eyes kept staring heavenward as Charles’s erection, now easing and covered with a beautiful mixture of her cunt weeping and his massive load, slipped from her well-stretched opening where with each breath she took another oozing of their hot mixing slid onto the mattress. Devon took one glance at me, then back at Charles’s load oozing from my wife’s gaping cunt, to announce: “I have to taste that… care to join me?” It was more than I could stand so I slid Michele off of me and joined him at the meeting of her sweating thighs where we took turns licking eagerly at the offering created by her dramatic fuck with Charles.

Then Devon made the offer with his tongue, a white gob of Charles’s cum on it as Michele looked down questioningly at us…and I accepted. Our tongues and lips met and Devon and I eagerly swirled the mixing of cum and Michele’s juices in our joined mouths in one of the hottest sexual moments of my life. I felt Michele’s hand on the back of my head in approval of this dramatic shift in sexual dynamics and I felt something else, Charles’s mouth closing around my six-inch erection and probing fingers working at my ass.

As Michele smiled down, I lost it, blowing my load into Charles’s mouth in spurt after spurt. It was my first unloading ever into a man’s mouth but that was just another surprise in a night of surprises. Having come down from her orgasmic high, Michele leaned down to were Charles was giving a final lick to my now weakening erection and eagerly matched lips with Charles to taste my cum, smiling as she opened her mouth to reveal a major gob, and then eagerly swallowing it.

We all lay back, only Devon among the men still sporting a major erection and Michele announcing softly that she was too stretched and too sensitive for any more vaginal intrusion. Charles said he was well finished for the night owing to my wife’s tightness and I had blown one of the major loads of the year into his mouth. “You have to feel sorry for Devon,” Michele said. “He helped everyone along so very well.”

“It’s OK,” Devon chimed in. “There’s always a helping hand, as they say.” But he seemed to smile most intensely direct at me. Then Charles made that whisper in my ear. I glanced once at Michele who smiled and nodded her head toward Devon’s still raging 10-inch hard-on, seeming to say, “It’s also OK.” I got the message. And as Devon smiled back and with a little urging from Charles, I slid across the mattresses to where Devon, his back against a raised mattress, guided my open mouth over the head of his large cock.

The oozing of his pre-cum was intense and lick and suck as best I could, I could only get a small portion of his massive package into my mouth, clearly not enough to bring him off quickly. Then he lifted my head from slurping on his hot member and told me in no uncertain terms. “I have to be inside you.” “But, but, I never…..” I implored only to have Michele help ease me onto my knees doggie-style as Devon and Charles, using the now cooling mixture of Charles and Michele’s cum and cunt juice from the mattress to lubricate my backside. Then she moved in front of me, softly remind me, “remember that old saying about the goose and the gander, honey? Just relax and enjoy it.”

Before I could even think that far ahead I felt Devon’s 10-inch tool gently nudging at my backside as he announced, “Charles will help get me in, just relax.” I felt my sphincter involuntarily squeeze tighter with that remark but the somewhat soothing intrusion of Charles’s finger, then his thumb, then finger and thumb helped relax me as my loving wife held me in a deep tongue lip lock to stifle any complaint. Then the head popped in. I jumped momentarily from the abrupt pain which slowly subsided as I felt Devon’s erection slowly but surely work its way into me, Michele observing “Now it’s your turn to be stretched, lover… enjoy!”

Stretch me he did. Over a period of minutes as I went down from my knees flat on my stomach I felt Devon’s cock worm its way deep into my innards, now pleasurably working with eagerness against my prostate and hardening my cock for the second time that evening. As I felt Devon’s urgency intensify and near that moment of cum, I myself felt about to blow a load. Without hesitation, he lie on his back and let me slide down his ever heating pole as Michele began deep kissing me and Charles once more covered my now fully erect cock with his mouth.

“Here it comes,” Devon announced and within seconds I felt the searing heat of his cum coating my insides; setting off my own explosion which Michele and Charles quickly devoured and swapped with each other before swallowing. I felt my ass tighten once more over Devon’s giant cock as it quickly lost its rigidity and he slid smoothly out of me. For Michele and me, it had been the most astounding sexual experience of our lives, for me an introduction to extremely hot male sex and for her an enlarging experience that haunts her to this day as we seek out very large — especially thick — cocks for her enjoyment.

As for me, there is always that delightful drink at the end.

Grace is twenty-five and lives with her husband and son across town, Karen, like me, is still living at home. I attend the local college and instead of moving someplace where I actually have to pay rent, I moved down into the basement which dad converted into a small apartment when my older brother Mark went to college and decided to live at home like I was. The basement was comfortable, large enough for the occasional party and with sufficient privacy for those times I want to bring someone home with me. The basement has its own entrance so no one ever need know what was going on in my little hideaway.

So, when Karen moved in I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She was blonde like her mother, except that pretty face could stop traffic and she had a knock out body that got me hard every time I looked at her. Best yet, Karen was only eighteen, and she adored her new older brother, that’s right, ‘me’.