Jean

From: fdopler@aol.com (FDopler)

Below is a son/mother incest story. This is one of four parts.

It was done over a period of time for my own amusement. It goes from mild
to wild.

Mike Watkins watched as his mother got dressed. He hadn't meant to but
while cleaning up the yard he passed by her bedroom window and happened
to look in. What he saw certainly surprised him. His mother, a slim
thirty-five-year-old blonde, was just coming out of the shower and drying
off. She was very petite and wasn't much bigger in size than some of
the freshman girls Mike had dated, what very few he had. Her breasts
were the only out of proportional part of her, as they appeared quite
larger than the rest of her body. Mike recalled her commenting to the
neighbor woman once that she always had trouble find clothes to fit in
the bust area after finding them small enough to fit elsewhere.

Mike meant to continue on but this was so fascinating. It was like

watching a girl getting dressed instead of a woman---his mother no
less. He continued his illicit peeking confident no one could see him
from his location near the bedroom window. The large flower bed hid him
from view. He intended only to watch out of curiosity, but that was
quickly turning to juvenile lust as Mrs. Watkins, or Jean as her
friends called her, began dressing in items more sophisticated that
what a mere girl would wear.

After discarding the bath towel, she opened the dresser drawers in
front of her. The drawers were packed full of frilly feminine
undergarments. Jean seemed to own at least one, if not several, of
every type of lingerie ever invented for a woman. Her personal
collection consisted of over a dozen different types of bras, panties,
garter belts, four expensive corsets, waist cinchers, tap pants,
bustiers, nylons and a host of related delicious underpinnings.
Although she had always enjoyed these type of garments and the
femininity they brought on with wearing them, it was her husband who
really got her into keeping such a large collection. In fact he had an
absolute fetish for female undergarments. She often wondered if her 16
year old son had any such attachments for female undergarments.

For this evenings wear she picked out a white satin garter belt with
matching white nylons to wear with it. Her beautiful blond bush was to
be encased in a pair of white nylon panties, cut high at the sides so
only the width of two fingers of material covered each side of her slim
waist. The panties had tiny blue dots covering them front and back with
two tiny white bows on each hip where the material joined together. She
slid these quite easily up her nylon encased legs and up snuggly
against her public mound. They fit her like a second skin, to the
point that a little of her ass cheek on each side hung out beyond the
edge of the panty. Her bra was the last item of intimate apparel to be
chosen. She decided on a strapless white underwire style with full
firm cups for support. The strap in back was wide enough for four hook
closures which would give her the grip needed to keep it in place on
her oversized melons.

Mike had now seen much more than he had planned on. He originally
intended only to watch his mother's personal activities for only a few
moments, but now the sight of her clad in the sensuous lingerie walking
around in a semi-nude state had hypnotized him. His balls began to
feel heavy in his crotch and his cock was springing to life
uncontrollably. He felt is was wrong to feel this way about his own
mother, but the whole scene was so fascinating! Especially now that she
was searching for something in the closet. As she reached up on her
tippy toes to gain a few more needed inches in height, Mike got a
fantastic view of her pantied clad rear. The panties sucked up even
tighter against her ass end and looked like they had a mind of their
own and were about to try and crawl up her beautiful ass crack. Not
finding what she wanted, she now proceeded to bend over and dig through
the many items on the closet floor. This not only gave Mike an even
better view but made matters even worst on his rock hard cock. He
couldn't resist any longer and finally surcome to the view before him.

He unzipped his bluejeans and pulled his cock out over his undershorts.
He wanted only to stroke it enough to ease some of his sexual tension
until he could find a more private place for the ultimate release he
needed, but now all that seemed impossible as he could not stop
stroking himself. He was now committed to masturbating to orgasm right
there in the bushes outside the window. He only wished he had a pair of
slick nylon panties wrapped around his own dick right now to help ease
the intense friction. Indeed more than once he had swiped a pair of
Jean's and use them to cum in.

After school one day he had been so bold as to lay a pair out on her
bed with a bra laying about a foot above them. He then could imagine
his mother wearing the undergarments before him. That day he stroked
his cock with a second pair of her panties until he violently shot his
thick sticky semen in hot squirts onto the panties on the bed. He then
wiped his male member clean with the panties in his hand and grabbed
the second semen soaked pair off the bed before his juices soaked
through to the bedspread below. He was somewhat proud of himself that
most of his load was puddled in the crotch area of the panties. A nice
bullseye shot! He then took both pairs of panties along with the bra
and returned them to the laundry basket where he had originally found
them. His secret would be safe and no one would ever know, especially
his mother.

Actually Jean had noticed when she did the washing that several pairs
of her panties had areas of stiff material on the front and realized
who and what had happened but was not overly alarmed. She viewed it as
an act of a developing boy. Her own brothers had did the same thing
when she was about seventeen and they were twelve and thirteen. It was
simply to her something to expect with having a young boy around the
house. She didn't even consider that Mike was thinking about her
wearing the panties the moment he shot his load. She imagined he was
fantasizing about some girl at school and never even considered it
might be her pussy he wanted to unload in.

Mike's cock throbbed intensely and felt like a hose under high pressure
in the palm of his hand. He gaze at Jean one last moment and got a
frontal view of her melons, ripe and tantalizing, ready to burst out of
the strapless bra as she bent forward to pull up the burgundy evening
dress she had chosen. It was all he could stand and his hot young
member poured forth a sticky stream of hot sexual fluid. His balls
actually ached from it and he felt light headed. His legs felt like
they would give out from under him at any moment. He slumped back
against the side of the house to try and support himself and watched
through half closed eye as his semen shot out and away from his
weakened body to a nearby bush. This was not a sight he would soon
forget! He wish he could see her like this everyday! Perhaps he could
find a way to get another view of her.

Mike recovered in time to hear his name being called. He promptly

trotted around the side of the house and in the kitchen door. There he
found his mother, as ravishing as ever, standing before him in the
burgundy evening gown. It hugged her small well-rounded hips and fitted
her body like a second skin, like most of her clothes did, until the
material came up over the breast area, where things got ridiculously
stretched to the limit. Not only did it plunge to follow the curvature
of her breasts, but the gown had spaghetti thin straps to go up and
over her bare shoulders. The straps hardly seemed sufficient to support
the rest of the material, but of course it was assumed by the designer
that no sudden force was going to act upon the gown, especially a
violent downward force such as two hands on it.

Jean was made up with long eye lashes, powdered cheeks and ruby red
lipsticked lips complete with a shiny, waxy coating. The glossy
coating reminded Mike of something, and then he remembered. Her lips
shined like the white material of her garter belt, which he was not
supposed to know she was wearing, but did. He decided quickly he had
better save this thought for later. "Mike, I would like you to escort
me to the party at the Kane's tonight. I don't want to go alone and
you're old enough to be my companion for the evening. I hope you don't
mind."

"Sure Mom, that would be fine."

"Put your suit on and we'll leave in half an hour."

It was dark on the road coming home but Mike wasn't having any trouble
seeing. It was a good thing he had got his driver's license last month
since he was now playing chauffeur for his intoxicated mother. Jean
didn't get out much and had really made the most of the evening. She
was not totally bombed, just a little blown into the wind. She was
sitting in the passenger seat next to him with her head laid back.
Occasionally when passing car lights lit up the car's interior, Mike
could get a brief glance at her condition. He also could get a brief
look at her body clad in the clinging evening gown. He wondered if he
would have to carry her into the house. Would have to help her to the
bedroom? Would he have to help her remove the gown? Would she even know
he was there? This could have some really grand possibilities!

A hand suddenly touched Mike's leg and his grand ideas turned to
fleeting visions. "I'm so glad your here, it's so much fun when your
with" bubbled Jean in an almost inaudible tone.

Mike immediately wondered just how drunk she was. Certainly she could
not be referring to him.

"You really look good in a suit, you always do."

Mike realized she must be confusing him with his late father since she
was obviously lonely and at his age was about the same size and build
as his father. In her present condition plus it being dark he could see
her confusion. But what troubled him was how far should he let her
continue and what should he do about it?

Now she was rubbing him on the inside of his leg and began massaging
his cock through his pants! What was he supposed to do?

"I really like when we play in the car like when we first dated,
honey." With that she fondled him erect in his pants and then unzipped
him. She pushed his low rise briefs down and felt around until she
could grasp his erect member and pull it free. Now erect and exposed,
it was hers in all its glory to play with. It was like a hot fleshy
monument of lust in her hand and it was all hers. She could feel its
heat as she rubbed the male organ against the sides of her cheeks and
brushed her lips teasingly over the capped dome of the penis head.

She stroked it another moment and then she began cleaning its entire
length with her pointed fleshy tongue. She pressed her lips to the cock
head and then let in slip past into her warm, moist oral cavity. Mike
had all he could do to hand onto the steering wheel and drive as he had
never had a blow job in his life and the sensation was almost
overwhelming.

Jean sucked slowly and sensually, letting the member slide back to the
edge of her lips and then slowly back in again brushing the roof of her
mouth. He could feel her hot saliva running down his cock and he
wondered if she was enjoying it as much as he was.

He pulled into the driveway just as she was coming up for air. He
pulled under the big oak tree by the garage. Fortunately the summer
foliage on the bushes in the yard prevented the neighbors from seeing
what was going on inside the car.

Jean stopped her cock sucking long enough to kiss her partner on the
neck and then quite passionately on the mouth. Her lips were sealed
against his and her tongue probed inside like it was alive. After
several minutes she slid back in the seat.

"Why don't you unzip me?" she coyly purred.

Deciding to make the most of it, Mike reached over and pull the zipper
down to the small of her back. This not only exposed a lot of naked
back but also the only thing between him and his mothers marvelous
tits. That was her bra strap. Having revealed this, he decided to be
brave and unhook the four eyelets and let the material part and slide
over to her ribs.

"Aren't you naughty?" she giggled. "I might as well let the whole front
down now." With that she slipped the spaghetti straps off her arms and
let the dress fall on its own down to her navel. The top of her garter
belt was now visible and the strapless bra, now having no assistance by
being unhooked, landed in her lap with the empty cups facing up.

Mike thought he was surely going to have a heart attack from the way
his blood was boiling. She was running her hands under the massive
glands in a soothing manner.

"Why don't you come over here?" With that Mike leaned over and she
pushed his head down on her abundantly endowed bosom. His lips made a
soft sucking noise in the car and he could feel her nipples stiffen and
elongate in his mouth.

After several more minutes she whispered in his ear "Let's go in the
house now, please" she begged slightly. Mike didn't really want to end
the opportunity to nurse on his mother's tits, but he didn't want to
pop the magic bubble either, even if it was a champagne induced bubble.

Jean open her car door and slid out with Mike following right behind
her on the same side. He followed her over to the door with his
twitching cock still sticking out of his pants. He kept it as close as
he could to her naked back, which only made her giggle more. She held
up the dress to cover her naked tits long enough to get the door open.
The discarded bra was somewhere on the front seat.

Once inside she turned to kiss him again and when she let the dress go
it fell to her hips. With a little wiggle it fell all the way down her
nylon covered legs to the floor. She finished kissing him and stepped
out of the dress. She paused before him for a moment with her hands on
her sides. bare breasted, clad only in her white satin garter belt,
panties, white nylons and matching white high heels. Her ear rings
glimmered like wind chimnes in the dark. She raised her finger to
motioned for him to follow her. With out saying a word he followed her
to her bedroom.

By now Mike had thrown all caution to the wind and his guilt feelings
of taking advantage of the situation were melting faster than an ice
cube in a hot oven. Jean was acting like a bitch in heat and at the
moment that was all that mattered to either of them.

Jean was a sight of pure lust as she provocatively displayed herself on

two oversized pink satin pillows on the king size canopy bed. There
was enough light from the street coming through the lace curtains
framing the window that he had a nice view of what was spread out
before him. As Mike walked over to the side of the bed, she reached out
and grabbed his cock again.

"This feels like it's on fire. I can't wait to have your love stick in
me. Hurry up and undress. I want to be naked with you and fuck all
night."

Mike needed no further encouragement and rapidly peeled off his

clothes. He climbed up on the bed and felt it give under their combined
mass. He ran his hands up her nylon covered legs since they were the
first part of her he came to. His hands continued on up until he
reached her panties. With shaking hands he slid his fingers inside the
elastic of the waistband. She lifted up her hips thus enabling him to
slide the slick nylon garment off her hips, down her stocking covered
limbs and off her feet. Holding her panties in his hand reminded him of
how many times he had masturbated into a pair of them. But this time he
would not need to wrap the panties around his quivering member, he
intended to wrap a petite little blond pussy around it instead. He
tossed the warm empty pants down on the floor next to her heels.

"Come on honey, mount me. I want to go for a ride. Come on and get in
the saddle with me," she said as she simultaneously spread her legs
even farther to accommodate him and slightly upward. Apparently she
wanted him to hold onto her ankles when they joined. Mike snuggled up
to her crotch and took hold of his cock shaft. He ran it up and down
through her pussy lips to get the head wet. He got some feeling of the
size of her opening at the same time. He had heard a lot of jokes
about how big a pussy gets after giving birth, but this opening seemed
just able to oblige his own tool.

With Jean making slight winning noises and the squishy sound of cock
head rubbing against pussy flesh filling the room, Mike could feel her
juices running abundantly out of her hot, moist tunnel. Realizing
there was nothing else to wait for, or to stop him, he took two fingers
and spread the soft pink folds of female flesh apart and simultaneously
push forward with his cock. He was actually inside his owns mother's
cunt!

Hot girl juice rapidly surrounded his member and after a half dozen
strokes he was able to make the final push forward so that he was into
her so far he could feel his balls rubbing the edge of her blond
covered pussy snatch. With such a light color of pussy hair it had made
it easier for him to see his intended target in the semi lit room.
Being petit as she was and having had only one child years ago and not
having sexual intercourse on a regular basis now that her husband was
gone had caused her cunt to be nice and tight over time. It felt like a
hot hand wrapped around him, trying to draw him up inside of her very
being. With his hands wrapped firmly around her ankles and supporting
her legs, Mike literally had his hands full with fucking his mother.

Quickly he gained a rythum with her and the bed squeeked out a tune to
the pace of the incestuous coupling of mother and son. Jean, lost in a
fog of pleasure reached down and rolled her own nipples through her
fingers. Her sighs and moans became louder and more intense by the
moment.

In fact she was quite oblivious to who was indeed fucking her. Jean
was lost in an alcohol induced fog of fantasy. She could see herself in
an awe inspiring white wedding gown with a magnificent train of cloth
following her as she walked down the aisle. She could see momentarily
the two of them standing before the clergyman taking their vows. Then
the kinky sexual part of the dream took off. After kissing the bride
and turning to face the applauding audience in the church her husband
of only a few minutes took the flowers out of her hands and passed them
to the bridesmaid. He then stepped behind her and grasped the zipper
tab at the nape of her neck. To her surprise and astonishment, she
heard the sizzle of the zipper teeth as he pulled it down to the base
of her spine. Cool air was rushing onto her bare back. Next she felt
his hands pushing the top of the gown off her shoulders.

"Take your arms out of the sleeves my dear" she hear her spouse say. He
was still assisting her with the gown and with this little bit of
cooperation on her part, the gown quickly fell to her waist area. Her
bridesmaid was now kneeling before her and finished to job of pulling
the virgin white gown down the rest of the way to her feet.

Her husband took her by the hand and said in a clear and commanding
voice "Step out".

Standing beside him, with her hand in his, she was definitely a site to
behold. The cheer and applause she now was receiving was more like what
you would expect to hear in a strip tease bar than in a church. And
rightly so. Her new husband wanted to show off his new prize in all its
glory---which was Jean. On her head was the wedding veil pulled back to
expose her lovely, soft features. Around her neck was a strand of
white pearls which matched the white lace underwire bra enclosing her
firm melons. The scenic tour continued down to her navel where
onlookers received a nice view of a white waist cincher with white
nylons attached to it. Her feet were fitted into shiny white high
heels and the outfit was completed with a pair of white panties which
were extremely high cut, so much so that the front and back pieces of
material were joined together at the waist with two elastic strings
tied into bows.

Her unveiling was not over yet, as her bridesmaid stood by her side
with the wedding dress across her arms like a courteous butler, she
once again felt the hands at work on her. This time he was undoing her
bra! What was he doing! How far was this man going to undress her in a
public place? Frozen in place she heard the distinct snap of a
brassiere clasp letting go and felt the straps being pulling off her
shoulders. With an extra tug it was jerked off her lovely, ripe tits.
If the crowd wasn't flying high earlier, they certainly were now as the
pink nipples in all their glory came into full view. Husky male hands
touched her once again, and with a pull simultaneously to each side of
her hips, the panties fell away. With all of her feminine charms now
fully reveled including her golden bushy triangle between her legs, he
put his arm out to walk her down the aisle.

Going down a side corridor they were met at the door of a small room by
another clergyman, who actually looked more like a monk in the robe in
wore. "This is were you will consummate your marriage" he said softly
as he opened the door for them. "It should only take a few moments, and
then you can join the others for your reception." Once inside he took
Jean's hand and assisted the semi nude woman up onto a leather covered
padded table. He had her lay on her back with her tits pointing at the
ceiling, like cherries on top of mounds of ice cream. After grasping
her ankles and spreading them apart, he departed closing the door
behind him.

Her bridesmaid had been following behind them all this time and
carrying her gown and underthings along with her. Her mate now took
them from her for safe placement in a nearby chair and proceeded to
help the full breasted dark haired beauty out of her pink gown.

She tilted her head enough to see him repeat the process of dress
removal her had used on her. This gal wore simply a full cupped black
bra and black briefs under the innocent looking dress. She turned
quickly on her own without any encouragement, presenting her back side
to him. Just as swiftly, he undone the four stays of her black
brassiere which she pulled free of her full scarlet-dipped breasts as
they swayed provocatively on their own.

Instantaneously she dropped to her knees in front of the groom and

rapidly undid his trousers and exposed him to his ankles. Without
hesitation she took his semi-erect organ in her mouth an without delay
transformed it into a rock hard ramrod. She then walked over to Jean
and parted her legs further. Jean could feel her cunt lips being spread
and a slim finger inserted into her vagina.
"She's ready," announced the bridesmaid and with that she took a hold
of his cock and guide the hot missle to its intended target. It was a
welcome invasion and they soon were building up a rhythmic fuck.
Standing right next to the copulating couple Jean realized this black
pantied beauty was their witness that the consummation had taken place.
She only hoped the girl wasn't going to stick her finger in her when
they were done to make sure there was cum in her pussy.

With the steel hard prick being covered with feminine juices, they were
soon fucking like two pieces of well oil machinery.
Just as she was reaching her own peak of passion, she felt the hot jets
of steamy masculine cream filling her pussy. This was just the
stimulation she needed and it drove her on over the edge.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!, OH YES DARLING, FUCK ME."

Jean was getting off in her fantasy quite fine, and in reality too, but
it wasn't a new husband fucking her slick groove out. It was actually
her son Mike pouring his hot load up his mothers fiery tunnel, the same
hole which had given birth to him was now giving him extreme pleasure.
At the moment Jean didn't know or care who owned the magnificent organ
being shoved up her love canal. All that mattered was her own wanton
lust. Incest or not.
Jean was in for quite a jolt when she awoke in the morning and realized
what had taken place. She managed to make it to the shower, which gave
her time to sort things out. She came to the conclusion that things
were not as out of control as seemed, and as long as she kept a firm
hand on the situation no one would ever be the wiser to the mother/son
coupling going on. In fact considering some of the past sexual events
in both their lives, this would seem to be closer to normal for them
than it would a lot of other people.

When she was 18 and married Mike's father, he had showed her an
underground movie. It had been short, only 20 or 25 minutes with no
sound, but it had been in color and explicit. This type of film could
not be bought even in an adult store since two of the players were
underage, or at least they appeared so in the film. This only made her
more curious as to where he had originally found such an item. It
remained in her memory as vivid as yesterday.

It opened with a young short brunette who had a voluptuous physique

that was inclined to being plump. She had a round innocent looking face
with dark eyes. Her breasts were heavy and lushly abundant. Her middle
was well filled but not fat with wide fleshy hips and plump, strong
thighs.

She appeared to be working around a kitchen area. The girl was wearing
a dress, if you could call it that, which was more like a french maid's
uniform. Although it was solid white in color and lacked the usual
attached apron, it still had puffed sleeves cut off at the elbow and a
scooped out neck line with a pleated lower half. The hem barely
covered the bottom edge of her slick shiny white panties and was almost
micro in size on her. When she bent over her full ass or enormous
melons were always visible.

After a few minutes of the young girl exposing her charms around the
kitchen area, a man entered the scene posing as her husband who quickly
proceeded to kiss and hug the young wife. It immediately progressed to
him running his hands down her sides and squeezing her massive buttocks
under the skirt. Until now the movie seemed quite normal for adult
fare, but it rapidly took off in another direction as the scene changed
to the living room area.

Her "husband" bent her over the coffee table and lifted her dress
exposing the panty clad rear end for some depraved fun. He pulled her
underpants down and guided them gently over her high heels as she
lifted each leg to slide out of them. He then fingered her ass and
cunt. Kneeling on the floor next to her were two teenage boys, taking
in all the action first hand. Once she became moist the man unzipped
himself and stroked his cock to an even greater erection. He then
fucked her in the ass until he cum.

When he withdrew from the tight orifice, he made motions to her in the
direction of the two boys. She then pulled the dress over her head,
unhooked the front of the bra, and removed it. She then layed on her
back on the carpeting. One boy sucked her tits and the other fucked
her cunt. After a several moments he appeared to cum in her cunt. Her
husband reappeared with a dildo fit over his own organ. It was about
six inches long, streamlined with a blunt, bullet-shaped head. It was
Jean's first sight of one and the first time she ever seen one used.
She was fascinated as it seemed to split the pink little slit ever so
much wider. Even more interesting was the sight of the girl as she rode
the latex cockhead, she really seemed to enjoy it!

As she was penetrated the boys squeezed and manipulated her stiff and
engorged nipples which they had previously sucked.
While stroking their cocks over her, the two young underage and over
heated males violently shot white thick sticky semen across her tits in
a crossfire of passion and heated lust. The over sized plastic cock
did it's job and drove her over the edge. With a look of total
satisfaction on her face, the camera panned to reveal the cum running
down her tits and across her heaving white belly along with the white
streams running out of her vaginal and anal splits.

In the ending moments of the film the boys pull off the final item on
her, the high heels, and toss them on top of the discarded dress, bra
and panties. The concluding shot is of her laying in a bath tub and
the three males guiding their organs in hand and pissing the semen off
her body in a warm three way golden shower.

Jean had always remembered this as the kinkest "family" porno film she
had ever seen. Not only did it expose her to new forms of sex, but it
always stuck in her mind like glue. Even though she never admitted it
to even her husband, it excited the living daylights out of her. Many
times in the middle of an afternoon she would masturbate to this
fantasy---with a dildo she had talked him into bringing into their sex
activities. When Mike was born it faintly passed through her mind the
possibilities in the future. Even letting him breast feed gave her a
charge which would last until nighttime when she could get some
fucking. It was no wonder that the forbidden act had taken place.

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As Jean let the warm water of the her morning shower relax and clean
her body from the previous night's lustful activities, her began to
focus and put everything in perspective.
She couldn't help but wonder if some of her previous actions with him
had causes the incestuous coupling to take place. Indeed she realized
now that his masturbation with her panties had been the result of much
more serious fantasys that she had imagined. She thought of the time
she had been getting dressed about six months ago. Being in a hurry and
having no time for his fooling around she had boldly walked into his
room wearing a strapless sky blue corset, white nylon stockings, and
just barely visible under the bottom edge of the corset, white bikini
panties.

The corset had half cups for her breasts. They lifted up her bosom
and pumped it up. It cinched her middle in and gave her a classic hour
glass figure. Garters were attached to the bottom of it, four of them,
fat and frilly. They were pinned to the tops of her stockings. She had
white high heels on with sharply pointed toes and spiked heels. The
corset actually zipped up the front for either male or female
convience.

The panties were of her usual type forming a small triangle of nylon
between her legs which barely covered her blond bush and likewise a
similar size panel in the rear which left a lot of ass cheek exposed.
She was completely made up and only lacked a dress. Since her slit and
nipples were not exposed she did not concern herself with her state of
dress or undress as it was.

Mike's eyes bulged from the sight of her and his stomach knotted with
excitement. His excitement rapidly turn to fear when he saw the hair
brush in her hand. Jean swiftly walked over to him and grabbed him by
the arm and drew across her lovely lap as she dropped down into a
sitting position on his bed.

She jerked his underpants down and he could feel the rush of cool air
on his naked buttocks. She applied the brush to his bottom with hard
hitting accuracy and precision. As his bottom began to glow red with
heat, tears spilled out of his eyes. Jean ignored his sobs and cries
and continued to spank him. She was boss around here and she wanted him
to know it. She also wanted to inflict some sort of feminine domination
upon him as it further aggravated her when she realized his naked
member was now very erect and stuck between her warm, soft thighs. It
was rubbing up against her pussy with only the nylon panties separating
mother and son's sexual parts. She could feel the rigid poker of flesh
right through the material as she was sure he could feel her warmth
also.

Finishing with him she tossed the hair brush on the bed and left him
dance around the room for a few moments. Just as he was getting a grip
on his senses again, she ordered him to get in the bathroom.

Not wanting to further aggravated her, Mike quickly proceeded naked to

the room. Jean followed right behind him and was going to put an end
to his momentarily lust.

"Don't try to cover yourself young man, I've seen you naked plenty of
times before. Now grab that cock of yours and jack off!"

"Mom, I can't with you watching," he pleaded.

"Get on with it Michael. The way you have been acting it should be easy
for you with me half dressed. When I cleaned your room I found my old
lingerie catalogue in your closet with some of the pages stuck
together. One of them was even still wet. There is nothing that unusual
about a woman in her under clothes and I'm going to prove it to you by
standing her while you masturbate. You must learn to relate to real
people, not pictures and fantasys."

He new she was right. Only the other day when he took out the trash he
had found one of her old underwire lace plunge bras. He had fished it
out and poured a hot steamy load of cum into one of the cups. Later he
shot another big load into the other cup. Terrific!

He ran his hand up and down his steel hard penis. His cock throbbed
with a life of its own now.

"Look at me," she commanded. "Look at me and concentrate." With that

she slowly turn around so he could get a complete view of her backside
and panty clad rear. She slowly turn around to face him again.

"Come on, do it." He sensed a certain urgency in her voice.

"Look here," she quietly said and slowly, seductively unziped the front
and slid the zipper down to the top of her panties. He starred directly
at her panties for a moment and then his gaze traveled back upward as
his mother parted the material to the sides just enough to expose her
breasts and the edge of the nipples. His lust tormented cock gave way
like a dam bursting and frantic blasts of hot cum poured forth into the
sink and against the tiled wall. Electric shivers shot through his
nervous system from his rapidly discharging penis.

Before he knew it she was handing him a piece of toilet paper to wipe
his member clean with. She then tossed it in the toilet and flushed it.
The incident was over but not forgotten.

As Jean finished her shower she decided things were going to be put
back on track again. At least as far as what her view of being a
rectified situation was.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Over Michael's summer vacation his life at home would can dramatically.
Jean brought him through several different levels
of sexual development. His relationship with his mother was constantly
changing over a period of two or three weeks at a time.

After an initial explicit sexual discussion, she began her own private
program, without knowing it or realizing it at the time.
She was actually cultivating her son for more disciplined activities.
After assuring him in was a natural and normal thing for him to be
sexually stimulated by her as his process of growing up, she also
assured him it was equally acceptable for him to masturbate.

The first step was for him to feel comfortable masturbating with soap
in the shower, something which Jean like to peek in on and watch the
sheer bliss on his face and the resulting shot of thick milky cum
hitting the glass door of the shower and slowly run down as Michael
would fall back against the tiled wall.

This was then followed by Jean wearing different types of sexually

stimulating apparel which caused the youth to become excited to the
point of jacking off.

She would delay this by allowing him to insert his penis between her
thighs and against her pantied cunt. While holding on to her he then
could have simulated intercourse with his mother to the point of
orgasm, shooting his load into the crotch of her panties. Even this
one part of his training was done in steps. Each time Jean and him had
such an encounter, she would wear less and less clothing.
The final episode of simulated sex occurred on a Friday when Jean came
home from work. As was now customary, Michael would set on his mother's
bed to discuss his day at school while she undressed from the office.
Depending upon her mood, this was also an excellent opportunity for
other activities with mom. If nothing else at all it was sheer pleasure
to watch her expose herself.

Jean kicked off her black high heels and left them at the end of the
dresser. With her back to Mike and her facing the large mirrored hutch
on the dresser top, she unzipped the short black skirt at the side, let
it fall, and steeped out of it. Jean had on a white nylon blouse with a
fancy ruffled edging from the neck to the shirttail encircling the
button area, something like you would see on the front of a tuxedo. A
simple small black ribbon running under the collar and around her neck
formed a neat little tie, all which was reflected in the mirror. From
the back side he could clearly see through the blouse to the bra straps
covering her shoulders and back. Sticking out from under the bottom
edge of the blouse was a pair of high cut sleek white bikini panties.
Leading down over the panties was the straps of her black garter belt
which made quite a contrast with the other garments. These were
attached to a pair of white nylon stockings.

As Jean turned around to undo the blouse at the cuffs she noticed the
bulge in the front of her son's cut off jeans. She then began to undo
the tiny ribbon around her next while she look directly into his eyes.
Michael knew his mother was going to put on a modeling show for just
him. Still staring directly at him, she slowyly and seductivly undone
each minute button on the blouse.
She then leisurely pulled the blouse open until it rested just to each
side of the bra cups. Jean had not worn her usual business like full
cup brassiere to work this day, but instead had worn a lustrous
underwire pushup style which caused the top half of her breasts to be
exposed, reveling firm white flesh which the seashell shaped cups held.
He admired the smooth trim shaped of her body and traced it's shape
with his eyes slowly moving downward towards her navel. He could make
out the slight roundness to her stomach as gazed at the glossy black
material of the garter belt edged out with black lace. The black
elastic straps hanging down from it reminded him of the bra straps he
had seen covering his mother's shoulders so many times before.
Attached to these were shining chrome clips where the nylons joined on.

The bulge in her son's jeans was begging for release. Jean slipped the
blouse from her shoulders and then just as carefully and seductively
she reached up and undone the tiny clasp which joined the cups
together. With an unmistakable snap the hook gave way and soon reveled
her colossal tits in all their glory. She tossed the useless bra aside
and cupped her breasts in her hands.

"Young man, you could use a little action with mother couldn't you? "
she coyly suggested knowing full well what her graphic display of
womanly charms was doing to him.

"Yes madame," he replied.

"Then get those pants off and let's see what you have for mother.
Here, let me help you." Jean then dropped to her knees in front of the
boy and with her head at the height of his waist unsnapped and unzipped
his cutoff blue jeans. With a quick and forceful pull they were down
around his ankles soon followed by his shorts.

"Now isn't that better?" she said as she took hold of his erect penis
in her hand. It only stayed there a few moments as Jean leaned forward
to slid her glossy painted red lips over her son's throbbing purple
cockhead. He could feeling the warmth and wetness of her oral cavity
which was almost overwhelming. The sight of his own mother topless and
kneeling before him like a whore was unbelievably erotic to his teenage
mind. His cock felt like a piece of hardened steel being covered with a
deluge of saliva.

As Jean rose to her feet again she wiped some of the excess saliva from
the corner of her mouth where it had tried to seep out.

"Come to me Mike," and with that she took hold of him and drawed his
body against hers. Michael could smell her intoxicating perfume which
seemed to fill the room. She took a hold of his cock once more and
guided in between her nylon sheathed legs and right up against her
panty covered cunt. Placing her hands on either side of his buttocks
she quickly got both of them into a fucking rhythm where by Michael was
pulsing briskly against the warm panty crotch. She had used this method
many times previously to get him off. In fact when she done this in the
bedroom a few days ago Michael came so violently that gushes of thick
sticky semen had shot out from between her legs and hit the mirror
behind her. It stayed there clinging to the mirror until it finally
weakened and ran down the glass surface in little rivers of milky
fluid.

This would not happen this time. Jean was about to scream from the
intense fires being built up in her cunt and finally gave in.

"Oh Michael I can't stand it this way any longer," she blurted out. She
shoved the boy back from her and rapidly slipped her fingers into the
top of the panties and peeled them down over her legs, tossing them on
top of her discarded bra. She then launched herself on to her back on
the bed. With nothing but the black garter belt and white stockings on
she immediately ran her hands down into her lushous blond pussy hair
and spread her cunt lips as far apart as she could! She exposed the
coral pink inner lining to her young son's view and could feel her own
moist juices leaking out onto her painted finger tips.

Michael quickly assumed the position he had the night she was drunk and
they had sex. But this time would be no accident or misunderstanding as
it was quite obvious Jean was now admitting to the full brunt of her
incestuous desires. He slipped between her legs and let his cock slide
in his mother's slippery juices
until he was in her up to his balls. This beautiful sexy creature which
was his own mother was screaming for him to fuck her.

"FUCK ME MICHAEL! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME HARD

MICHAEL! FUCK YOUR MOTHER! FUCK ME IN THE PUSSY!"

Totally out of control now, she was acting like a bitch animal in heat
and in reality she was. Periodically she would have uncontrollable
sexual desires, but now she had finally found an effective and private
means of release.

"I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING " she wailed out as Mike bored deeply
into her sticky love tunnel. He could not possibly take much of this
type of ravenous sex and soon poured his own hot sticky load of semen
directly into his mothers fuck hole. As the last spasms
were tracing through his member and he was still holding on to her
legs, it suddenly dawn upon him that he was pouring his seed into the
very opening which had given him life. He was actually trying to breed
his own mother!

This didn't confuse or overwhelm him at the moment, only make it the
whole affair more arousing.

When they had finally regained their breath, Jean was the first to
speak "Michael, you will be sleeping in here from now on. There's no
sense in playing games or trying to deny what we want to do together as
long as it stays between you and me." He could only nod his approval
as Jean was already foddling his cock in an effort to bring him to
arousal again. That was the nice thing about teenage boys, they
recovered so quickly!

Jean fucked the boy again before supper. They stopped long enough to
eat and rest a few hours. When bed time came he found her dressed in a
black corset with satiny pink side panels and pink lace covering the
cups. Matching pink panties and black nylon stockings completed her
attire. Their love making was a little slower this time but just as
intense. The following morning she introduced him to anal sex. He loved
the intensity of her asshole and the feeling of togetherness. She
showed him how to reach forward under her and milk her red-tipped
nipples while his cock filled her ass. While this went on she was
thrusting her fingers in and out of her slit.

When her orgasm hit her, she clenched her powerful ass cheeks which
causes Michael intense pleasure, especially when he fired his load directly
up his mother's tight young ass. He gently nursed at her breasts
afterward like he had as a baby while she gingerly fondled his cock.

Saturday afternoon she had him mow the grass in the backyard. The pine
trees and bushes provided them with the privacy they required. Jean had
him wear gym clothes, for the job. When he made it to the backyard with
the mowing, she had him remove his shirt and shorts. With nothing on
but tennis shoes and a jock strap he was quite a sight. Peering from
behind her sun glasses Jean liked watching his white buns as he worked.

She also provided him with some incentive as she was wearing a black
string bikini with a hot pink strapless top. Reclined in a lounge
chair, she could oversee his work and when need be, spread her legs
just enough to give him a view of her scantily covered crotch and the
rewards beneath it. Seeing the blond pubic hair sticking out from under
the edge of the suit and having experienced her pleasures orally,
vaginally, and anally she had achieved total control over his libido.
They would now sleep together, shower together and he would help her
dress in the mornings. Handling her intimate feminine garments only
helped to draw him closer to her.

Mike found his life was about to change again through the efforts
of his mother. One afternoon she called him to the living room
were he found her visiting with a well dressed lady.

Jean was attired is a skirt and blouse outfit which looked quite
nice on her as she sat in an overstuffed chair in the living
room. Across from her sat an attractive lady who looked a few
years older than his mother. She was about the same size as his
mother, but her breasts were smaller, appearing as firm apple
sized mounds pushing out against her white blouse. She was attired
in black nylons, a straight blue skirt, and a matching jacket
which fit over the white blouse. The jacket was undone but still
partially hid her figure. Her overall appearance was that of some
sort of business professional.

As Mike entered the room he seen the well dressed stranger on the
couch bend over to her purse sitting on the floor and put what
appeared to be a checkbook into it. As he turned to look his
mother he noticed on the coffee table next to her laid some sort
of small appointment book with the edge of a paper sticking out
from the middle of it.

"Michael I would like you to meet Maureen. She's anxious to meet

you and become your special friend."

He walked over to her and shook her hand. The woman seemed to
watch him with the same fascination a cat would a mouse. They
chatted for several minutes about insignificant things like his
friends and school when Jean finally joined in.

"Michael, Maureen is in on our little secret so why don't you

relax and be friendly with her? " He look from his mother over to
the other woman who was now slowly licking her red lush lips in
anticipation of things yet to come.

"Take off your shirt Mike." Jean commanded. Mike didn't hesitate
and quickly pulled his shirt over his head.

"Come over here by me." Mike walked over by his mother's side.
She unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down in a no
nonsense manner. He got the idea and removed them himself the rest
of the way. He was left standing in nothing but his white jockey
shorts, the look of young innocence. With only one look from his
mother he knew enough to remove those too and now stood naked
before the two women.

Jean reached out and fondled his adolescent cock to a full

erection. Mike was quite embarrassed by the whole ordeal but at
the same time quite excited. His mother was now stroking his
manhood with one hand and while running the other over his bottom.
"Don't lose control Mike, our fun is just beginning " Maureen
joined in as she rose from the couch. She quickly began
disrobing. First off was her jacket, tossed swiftly onto the sofa,
followed by her high heels, skirt, blouse and half slip. She
paused for a moment to pose for the boy in black stockings, white
garter belt, bikini panties and a lacy underwire brassiere. Her
eyes fastened on the rigid prick in front of her. The highly
flushed woman quickly peeled off her bra and panties and tossed
them aside. Walking in her stocking feet she quietly approached
him.

45-year-old Maureen kneeled down in front of him and began to fellate

the magnificent young cock before her. Her pussy at once became
moist and sticky and her breasts felt taut. From time to time she
had to stop to swallow her rapidly gathering saliva but managed to
keep the male organ at least partially in her mouth at all times.
The tantalized youth could barely stand the carnal lust being
vented on him as he worked his pelvis back and forth with slow,
smooth movements.

The woman stopped her voracious sucking long enough to stretch out
on her back in front of him. With no coaching what so ever from
his mother, he quickly dropped down between her creamy thighs and
pushed his cock into her slick, moist tunnel.

"OH YES FUCK ME!" she cried out. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GIVE ME YOUR
HOT COCK!" The highly aroused matron felt the young hard ramrod
slice swiftly into her over heated cunt. If she had any shame
about so wantonly giving herself to a stranger, a mere boy at
that, she didn't show it in the least bit. Indeed, it seemed to
only spur her on further. The sensitive nerve endings in her
vaginal canal were already responding to the manmeat pressing
against them. Hot gushes of feminine dew lubricated them for the
lovely joyride to follow.

Jean sat and watched the magnificent show before her. An

adolescent boy mating with a mature woman. A woman who virtually
paid to have an under aged male take her sexually.

"I'M CUMMING! OH GOD I'M CUMMING........" The woman's screams of

lust trailed off as she faded into orgasmic bliss. Her pussy had
been hit by hot blasts of sticky semen which sent her over the
edge.

Jean look down at the two exhausted bodies before her and realized
there were more women in the world willing to give her son sexual
experience, entertainment to her, and money to both of them for
the privilege of having a young cock at their disposal. This was
something to look forward to and explore further in the near
future.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Over the next several months Michael became more at home with the
new life Jean was creating for both of them. He still showered and
slept with his mother as well as engaging in different types of
sexual activities, but he also made many new sexual "friends" as
mom liked to call them. Jean very carefully screened all
prospective clients with the scrutiny of a well heeled lawyer.
She even has business cards printed up announcing "JPS
ENTERPRISES", which was short for Jean's Personal Services. The
bottom of the card stated the business as "private and discreet
intimate arrangements made for the mature lady." This was enough
to peek a woman's curiosity and draw her attention without
attracting unwanted suspicion upon the venture. It all worked
quite well as Jean saw to it the cards were circulated to the
proper people in the proper places. Many went through the hands
of her own trusted, and thoroughly checked out, clients. Most of
these consisted of women who had their own confidentiality at
stake and thus were quite careful themselves. These included
private secretaries at major companies, teachers, nurses,
real estate brokers, and even one clergy members wife. All these
ladies had use for such a private service. All of them either
tried it with Michael for a fling, or like the vast majority of
repeat customers, had a deep-seated fetish for young boys in some
form or another.

Mike enjoyed them all, especially when it came to a woman

undressing for the first time, and particularly if she was like
Jean and took pride in her selection of lingerie. Whenever he seen
a woman he would wonder immediately what she would look like in
her bra and panties. The ladies also realized this and took extra
care to further his excitement. Sometimes his life seemed like a
constant parade of different bra and panty styles and colors.

The manner in which Michael would engaged in sex to entertain

these ladies would also change over time with each of Jean's
clientele. Ellen, who was in her late 20's and was one of younger
of the membership, was a good example. After having a couple of
previous sessions with him, her third one consisted of the short
cropped brunette showing up and proceeding to the bedroom. She had
come prepared, to get her fun in without messing up her teaching
schedule.

Once in the bedroom she quickly removed her short black wrap
around skirt. Mike originally thought she had a gold blouse tucked
into the top of the skirt but now realize she was wearing a one
piece teddy suit. It look much like a blouse sewed directly to a
pair of ladies briefs, with elastic at the leg openings and a snap
crotch. She never remove the teddy during the short time she
visited him, and simply had him unsnap the crotch piece and enter
her hot, moist slit. He had seen her before in a lacy plunge bra,
but this day all he could do was watch her firm tits sway like
waves on the ocean under the gold material. At the end of the
session when Mike was about to cum too, Ellen pulled up the
unsnaped end of the teddy and exposed herself clear up to her
navel. This gave him a place to shoot his load without staining
her outfit. After being cleaned off with a warm washrag thru
Mike's efforts, she was straighten up back in her clothes in no
time at all. No worse for wear for her illicit efforts.

On rare occasions Jean joined in the activity with the client.

Perhaps the most unusual of these involved Michael and Jean
working together with a client and his wife. The most difficult
time was the first, but then after both knew exactly what was
expected of them.

Michael's part was played as usual, that of the teen having sex
with an older woman. Jean got into the act by dressing as
sensually as possible for the husband, to the point of being a
fantasy girl in the flesh. She kept her usual clean, smart style,
but it bordered on the look of a hooker. On one meeting she piled
her hair up on top of her head, made up her eyes dark and her lips
in glossy red and wore large dangling ear rings. Her top consisted
of a light bandeau top, smaller and tighter than a strapless bra,
with a matching mini skirt whose top tapered down into a vee shape
several inches below the navel. The hem stopped only a few inches
below her crotch. White pearls around her wrists completed the
arrangement.

The "call girl look" is what was desired here and Jean always went
out to please her clients. For her original meeting she choose a
lycra mini skirt with a tight elastic top and so short it had a
built in panty. It was glued to her hips and thighs as if it was
her own skin. The whole thing was more like a half slip or some
type of undergarment than it was a skirt. Her top consisted of a
black half bra which pumped up her full breasts even more and left
the top half of them bare. The lacy edge of the cups just barely
covered her nipples. Giggled too much or too quickly and the
large red tips would pop out of the satiny cups.

The whole idea was not to make Jean feel cheap, but to use her
sexual presence to humiliate the wife. Jean would be the model of
what a woman should be like with a man.

Jean met them at the door without even so much as a blouse

covering the half cup bra. Once in, Michael could clearly see Bill
and his wife Louise. He was dressed like a business man in jacket
and tie, while she wore an attractive lemon yellow dress which you
could see through enough to tell that the lady was wearing a slip
and bra. Both looked as if they had just came from a church
gathering.

The woman appeared apprehensive to the sight of Jean and look

cautiously at Michael. By the time they got done eyeing each
other, Jean and Bill were ready to begin the session. With Jean
taken in tow by the hand, Bill entered the living room and sat on
the couch. Jean perched on the arm next to him.

"Bill, I don't understand what we are doing here" Louise said

nervously as she stood in the center of the room near Michael.

"I think you do my dear. I told you about it before and it's time
for things to get rolling. Jean here is going to show you how a
really hot lady entertains and at the same time this nice young
man is going to stuff your cunt!" Bill snorted at her.

"God no! You must be joking. That was only pillow talk, a fantasy,
you can't be serious!" she shrieked.

"Ah, cut the crap Louise. You keep pretty close watch on that
young fella I have cutting the grass as well as the paperboy. Why
don't you just relax and appreciate the opportunity for a nice
young hot fuck."

"This is ridiculous Bill! A forty-year-old woman can't

do it with a boy his age!" the near hysterical woman shrieked.

"You can and you will. Right here and right now. I'm paying for it
and I demand satisfaction from you. Love bunny here and I are
going to supervise until you get started." With that he patted
Jean on the bottom sending her over in his wife's direction.
Seeing his mother treated in such a manner was new to the
adolescent and it was interesting to see how she accepted her
submissive role to the older man.

Louise stood in place like her feet were fixed to the spot. Jean
took her by the shoulders and turned the matron around and reached
for the tap at the nape of her neck. In a slow, precise motion the
zipper came open with a smooth sound on the fine teeth.
It finished its journey when it came to rest at the base of her
spine. Jean pushed the dress off the women's shoulders to reveal
the thin slip straps and the wider white elastic brassiere straps.
She pulled it down over her wide hips to the carpeting. Louise
instinctively stepped out of it without protest.

"Come over here Jean and sit on daddy's lap like a good girl," he
told her. "She's going to strip on her own now, aren't you my
dear?"

What ever it was between them, Louise only hesitated a moment and
without a word reach down for the hem of the slip and pulled it up
and over her head. When she did, it revealed the heavy white bra
she wore underneath. The cups looked almost like they were made of
a canvas type of material. It had no lace on it at all. It was
just a plain white stiff bra, purely functional and supportive of
the large mature breasts they contained, nothing feminine or
sexual in nature about it. Her panties were like wise full cut
briefs of plain white nylon. Jean was providing all the sexual
electricity in the room.

"Undress Michael," Jean gently told her son.

"Strip bitch!," Bill ordered Louise.

As Michael undressed before the three adults. He felt more

uncomfortable for Louise than anything else. It did not bother him
to undress, especially with two adult ladies present and almost
naked with him. She seemed more shaken than anyone.

Louise quickly undid the five hooks which held the bra cups
together and peeled it off. The front hook closure was the only
modern thing about the garment. She gently slipped her fingers
into the top of the panties and peeled them down over her wide
massive buttocks and dropped them on top of the discarded bra.

Bill was now french kissing Jean and fondling her tits through the
half bra. He reached over the edge of the cup to squeeze the
enlarged nipple contained there. He looked up long enough to give
a few final commands, "Lay down! Relax bitch and enjoy it! Lay on
your back and spread your legs, I want to watch you take it."

The woman assumed the position as she was instructed to do.

Michael was very erect and ready to mount.

Jean didn't even look up from the attention she was getting,
"Michael is she wet?"

He reached in and spread the stranger's cunt lips and pushed two
fingers inside her hole. "Yes, Mom."

Again without looking up, only turning her head to receive more
kisses on the neck, she huskily said "Fuck the lady honey."

Without further procrastination he pushed the women's thighs

further apart, spread her cunt lips with two fingers and propelled
his cock forward with one thrust.

"OOOOH!" Louise gasped and suddenly felt weak with excitement from
having the young hard cockmeat in her pussy. The presence of her
husband and the boy's mother now only further reassured her in
this moment of animal lust with the adolescent. Her crotch became
a wet waterfall at the fork of her legs. Her love juices flowed
quite liberally and soon even Michael's balls were wet. He look at
her and without either saying a word he let himself down until his
belly rubbed up against hers. His tongue flicked out over her
nipples. His lips quickly pursed and promptly he began to suck at
her like a baby.

Jean had now lost her bra and lycra mini skirt. They layed in a
pile on the floor next to the sofa. Bill was likewise sucking at
the nipples of a female who was almost young enough, and cute
enough, to be his daughter. His rigid pole was riding away in
this lovely creature's cunt. Unlike his wife, who merely layed
back into the pillows at home and went into a dream like state,
this babe was wide eyed alert with a complete look of lust on her
face. This only made him all the more excited. The tight orifice
under him was truly heaven on earth as he pounded forth with
continuous effort determined to fill this hole with his seed.

Michael looked up long enough to notice Louise was looking at him.

"The butt," she said, "I want it in the butt."

He pulled out of her and she immediately rolled over presenting

him with the huge round moon of her ass. Michael reached under her
and felt her pussy with his fingers until they were wet with her
cuntal juices. He then spread her ass cheeks apart so that he
moistened her asshole with his fingers. He licked his own fingers,
tasting her juices and getting slavia to further wet his tool.

Holding her ass cheeks apart he worked his cockhead slowly against
the tight orifice. Louise began to whine like a young girl but
Michael did not let this bother him what so ever as she had asked
for this.

"Don't hurt me!" she pleaded, but this almost made him laugh.
Michael worked his steel hard prick up her most intimate place.
Within minutes she was responding to the pleasant friction and
purring like a kitten.

"A little faster, just a little faster, yes, yes this is

wonderful," she said in a half daze. Michael's cock worked like a
piston in the woman's shit hole. It seemed to relax and become
more like a tight pussy the longer he fucked her.

Abruptly he could feel her pick up speed and sensed her impending
climax. He pumped her even faster and harder and his thighs were
slapping her ass cheeks with a loud smacking sound.

"I'M CUMMING! OH JESUS I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME! FUCK ME MICHAEL!"

Louise's voice filled the room as orgasmic sensations filled her
ass and cunt. The teen likewise was reaching his own peek, and
poured hot blasts of thick milky cum up her butt. He fell
backwards against a chair and felt the last trickles of cum leak
out of the tip of his member. He looked up just in time to see
Bill groaning like a bull as he pulled out of Jean's hole and
explode like a cannon, squirting cum into her face, on her rock
hard tits and trace down to her soft flat belly. To think they
were getting paid double for this was encreditable!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bill and Louise were the exception to the average customer in more
ways than one. Not only did Jean actively participate, but mother
and son even made a special call to their home, something which
the majority of Michael's customers would not want.

Bill met them at the door and welcomed them in. Jean had continued
with the flashy call girl look and was wearing a body hugging
black stretch lace dress with chandelle feathers around the hem
which came to rest several inches above the knee. Thin spaghetti
straps held the dress in place. White pearls circled the blond's
neck. Her red glossed lips gave her the appearance of being ready
for a night on the town.

Louise could not have been dressed more conservative. A tan blouse
with sleeves down to her wrists fitted into the top of a blue jean
skirt which went down over the top of her ankles. The blouse was
the same shade of tan as an old photo, which is what she reminded
Michael of. The buttons on it were very tiny and pearl like. One
certainly couldn't be in a hurry in trying to open this garment.
The clothes fit her personality to a tee. Louise was exactly had
Michael had remember her from their initial encounter. She was
bigger and broader than his mother. Her bust was massive and her
middle thick, hips wide and legs like columns. She may have been
bigger and a little older than Jean but she was still attractive
and had a warm look about her.

Once inside it did not take long for the activity to begin. Bill
fondled Jean as soon as she was inside and she quickly responded
by grabbing his cock through his pants. Louise quitely took
Michael by the hand and lead him down the hall. He hesitated just
long enough to get a short peek around the corner at his mother
and Bill.

He had already unzipped the petite blond's dress and peeled her
out of it. Jean was wearing a red half cup bra covered with black
lace, a matching red satin garter belt, crotchless black bikini
panties, and black nylons. Jean couldn't look more like a whore
if she tried and Bill quickly motioned for her to go down on her
knees. The woman immediately open his pants, and uncovered his
already steel hard prick. Her tongue lashed out as she made love
to the erect organ in her face. Bill liked to use women in a
submissive manner and Jean knew he would make the most of this
opportunity. Saliva quickly covered the male member and glistened
with wetness when it had been sucked and licked. Michael felt a
gentle tugging at his hand and turned away to follow Louise down
the hall to her bedroom.

The room was done up quite nicely but different from Jean's. The
bedroom he shared with his mother was done in priscilla curtains
and a canopy bed with lots of pink and white hues. This was a
cannon ball style bed with an oak frame with an equally dark
colored carpeting and draperies which went to the floor. The last
century decor certainly fit the way Louise was dressed.

They talked on the bed for a little while, mostly about

insignificant things. She seemed bent on discovering his feelings
about what they had done previously.

"I didn't know how you felt about.......about what we did last
time" Louise hesitantly said.

"It was o.k. with me, it was like....different you know? Most of
the ladies are younger than you, but you're nice to be with too."
This seem to give Louise the confidence she needed. She got up off
the bed and walked over to the dresser nearby. It had a wooden
hutch setting on the top half of it with a large mirror in the
center. She opened a small side drawer and took out a round wooden
paddle about the size of a scrub brush. Someone have crudely
carved her name into the handle of it which wasn't much large than
what would fit into a person's hand.

"Use this" she said, "and do it to me in the butt, just like you
did before." The matron then dropped to her knees without looking
further at Michael and rapidly undone his jeans and pulled down
his jockey shorts. She played with his cock like it was a toy and
slowly stroked it. Once fully erect she slowly pressed her lips to
his manhood and leisurely sucked. After a few minutes she let the
cock slip from her oral cavity and rose up enough to bend at the
waist and lay across the side of the bed.

Michael grabbed the end of her skirt and pulled it up to her

waist. This presented him with a magnificent view of her back
side. Louise was wearing a pair of white tap pants. By being cut
full and being loose fitting, he was able to grasp the material
from each side and jerk it up into her crotch and ass crack
exposing the huge white globes of her ass.

Smack!, Smack!, Smack! Michael began alternating blows to the

woman's bottom, first one cheek and then the other. It landed on
each cheek causing it to momentarily flatten and turn red.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The young boy was picking up speed
like a freight train pulling out of the yard now and was really
getting into his role. Louise's cheeks were turning a bright
crimson now and she was really beginning to cry out. "Owww! Ouch!
Oh my God, that hurts! Take it easy, OH! OH!

Mike was really deep into this now, to the point of being almost
out of control. He had never spanked a woman before and had not
realized how stimulating it could be. He was in command here, not
her, and he was going to give it to her good! It was he who was
going to say when to quit and not her. He was going to decide if
she had enough. Every smack of the paddle became a symbol for him.
Every smack he ever received at the hand of his mother, his aunt
or his teacher. He was going to get them all by spanking this one
bitch.

Bitch she was for asking him to give it to her. It was the child
spanking the illicit parent. This was for all the adolescent males
she ever lusted after or had teased into an embarrassing erection.
He would make sure she had all the forbidden sex she could handle.

"PLEASE STOP, OH GOD, STOP! I CAN'T STAND IT! OH! OH! Her hot
blistered bottom felt like a branding iron was being put to it
instead of a mere wooden paddle. She tried to get up on her hands
to further protest his lack of control over himself, but he
quickly put down her rebellion by grabbing one of her wrists and
holding her arm to the middle of her back. Being full bodied, she
was no match for him in this position. As fire red as her ass
cheeks were, so was his cock. It felt like a red hot poker
sticking out of his crotch. As the sobbing woman lay there, he
grabbed the waist band of the tap pants and violently pulled
backwards with all of his might! He lost all pretense of her being
a customer now and only considered himself. The pants ripped
completely down both sides and most of the garment ended up in his
hands. He reached for the small piece under her crotch and roughly
jerk it out from under her, yanking it swiftly through her cuntal
groove. She had no underpants on at all now, and he feasted his
eyes on her naked full ass.

Something primeval came over him, and as if being possessed, he

swiftly climb on top of her and spread her ass cheeks apart. One
hand reached for her cuntal groove where he found her soaking with
love juice. He got enough on the ends of his fingers to lubricate
her asshole where he promptly began to rub his burning organ up
against. The sound of the sobbing woman only drove him on further,
and he gently but firmly worked his cock into her anal opening and
past her tight sphincter muscle. After a few minutes they meshed
together and his cock was getting a fantastically taut hole to
fuck. Louise quit sobbing and finally fell silent to the steady,
even rhythm of the butt fuck.

They quietly continued fucking until he could feel her begin to

squirm around. She was trying to coordinate her ass to his cock
thrusts and rub her pussy against the bed at the same time.

Suddenly he realized she was about to cum. Her ass clenched even
tighter and she was actually fucking him instead of him fucking
her. Sensing this, he thrust even deeper into her rectal opening
while slapping her ass cheeks at the same time.
"CUM BITCH! CUM! COME ON AND CUM! CUM WITH A COCK UP YOUR ASS!!!

It was all the more encouragement she needed. Louise screamed at

the top of her lungs and nearly choked to get enough air. She was
over come with lush feelings of feminine surrender as he slowly
pulled out of her, letting his cum run down to her pussy below.
Exhausted, she lay on the bed.

He staggered down the hall just in time to see Bill fucking his
mother doggy style. She was naked except for the red satin garter
belt and the black stockings. He pumped his cock in and out,
holding her firmly at the waist. With his face beet red he let
out a low groan and pulled out of Jean. He grabbed his cock and
pumped it a few final strokes as the thick, steamy, semen shot
over Jean's back. She squeeled like a little girl when the hot
liquid suddenly sprayed on her naked back. Bill fell back into a
setting position and Jean promptly crawled on top of him and began
licking his semen coated prick clean, using her tongue like a cat.
Her lips and cheeks glistened with the fresh sticky fluid where
they had come into contact with his member.

"No more, please stop, please," the exhausted man strained to get
the words out. It did him no good as she was like a cat in heat
and was now feveriously sucking his cock to another erection. Once
again hard, Jean held his cock with her right hand and spread her
legs so she could sit down on him and let his joystick slide
directly up her overheated cunt. She wrapped her arms around him
and mashed his face against her tits. Not until he came the second
time, shooting directly up her hole, did Jean finally cum herself.

Michael wondered who was more mixed up, his mother and him or
people like this? He knew one thing for sure and that was that he
was going to have Jean fuck him when they got home while she was
still wearing that red garter belt and black hose. If she could be
mother and lover to him, she sure as hell could be whore for him
too. When he got enough fucking from her pussy he was going to
fuck her in the ass too. But this time, unlike Louise, he was
going to raise her legs up to enter her butthole. He wanted to
watch her face as he ass fucked his own mother like a whore. Maybe
then they could take a shower and get some rest.

Michael accompanied his mother to the home of Vera St. John and
her fourteen year old daughter Wendy. Vera was a big boned buxom
brunette near forty. She wasn't plump in any sense of the word,
but just a large size woman close to six feet tall. Her size and
stature was that of most men and a far cry from Jean's petite
size. The dark haired buxom brunette had a voluptuous physique.
Her breasts were heavy, even for her and quite abundant. Michael
would discover later when he looked at a tag on one of her bra's
that those magnificent melons were a size 42DD. She too had her
hair cut short, to the nape of her neck, like Jean's. She wore a
black blouse and a charcoal gray skirt. Her nails and lips were a
glossy shade of red. Jean always had a trend towards white, pink
or maybe some light shade of blue. This lady seem to prefer more
primitive and exotic colors.
Once in the living room Vera's personality came to light. It was
obvious she like being in a controlling position and that Jean had
taken Vera into her confidence concerning their private life, or
part of it at least.

"I understand you enjoy playing games with the ladies, Michael"
Vera said with a look that went right thought him.

"Yes madam, that's true." Michael said in a normal voice.

With an air of superiority she quickly replied "Your mother tells

me of all sorts of experiences you've had, but none like I intend
to give you. Does that bother you ?"

By her tone he could sense her demanding an immediate answer.

"A little I guess." he nervously answered.

"Well mother's lover, your mother and I have made an arrangement

concerning you. The way you conduct yourself in school you
certainly aren't a dummy and I fancy the looks of you. Therefore
you will have the privilege of impregnating my fourteen year old
daughter for reasons which only your mother and I need to know.
Also at the time of my choosing. For now you can make yourself
busy getting to know me and Wendy." Vera immediately picked up a
small bell setting on the small end table beside her chair and
lightly rang it twice. Within moments a young girl entered the
room.

"Jean, would you like to do the introductions?" Vera said in a

commanding tone.

For the first time since they entered the living room the petite
blond had an opportunity to speak, "Wendy, this is my son Michael.
Michael, this is Vera's daughter Wendy."

Each said "how do you do" very politely to the other with Wendy
adding "I'm pleased to meet you." They both scrutinized each
other carefully. Michael could imagine what she was looking at or
perhaps what she might be looking for, but the view from his side
caught him by total surprise.

Wendy was dressed as a french maid! Her hair was black like her
mother's and tied back in a pony tail. She wore the traditional
little white cap on her head and her young features were accented
by a coating of peach lipstick on her mouth. Her maids dress was
black with short puffed sleeves and a scooped out neckline which
clearly accented a magnificent pair of mammary glands. Even at
this age they were obviously a magnanimous pair of tits. She was
shorter than her mother, so they balanced quite nicely. The outfit
came with a little white apron which rested just above the edge of
the extremely short ruffle skirt. The hem fell only a few inches
below her crotch, just enough to cover the tops of her white
stockings. Black high heels completed her attire.

Vera broke the daze the two teenagers were in. "Jean, I think it's
time we got to the personal introductions. Why don't you take
Wendy and get started."
Jean rose from her chair and casually undone her slacks and
slipped out of them. She undid the buttons on the front of the
blouse, and it soon joined the slacks on the floor. Jean had
nothing more than a red bra and panties on underneath but she
looked outstanding in the simple feminine attire. The panties came
just below her navel with lace at the sides running up to the
elastic waistband. As usual, the red nylon material seemed to have
a life of it's own and was sucked up against her love mound. The
bottom of the bra cups and sides had a satin finish with lots of
lace covering the tops of the cups. The straps were thin and
spaghetti like and even the cups were joined together by two thin
cris-crossing strips.

Vera quickly noted Michael's fascination for his mother. "If we

can focus at least some of his attention on Wendy we can
accomplish our goal. Help Wendy out of that dress but leave her
in her bra and panties. I don't want to reveal too much of my
prize at once."

Wendy stepped out of the high heels as Jean slipped behind her to
unzip the maid outfit. Michael was getting a splendid view of his
mothers back framed in the red straps and her firm bottom covered
with the tight red material. Once the dress was removed, it
revealed Wendy in a more intimate manner. The young lady was
wearing a white satin garter belt to match her stockings but the
sleek white material of her bra and panties were covered with
randomly spaced black dots. The top of the bra cups were covered
with black lace. The pattern reminded Michael of the panties Jean
wore the time he masturbated in the bushes outside her bedroom
window.

Vera was feasting her eyes on the sight of the two females also,
and made a personal note to Jean. "My dear the way you look in
those you should consider wearing them on a regular basis. The
color certainly suits your style and taste" alluding to Jean's
sexual nature. Michael was sure Vera was insinuating this as more
than just a suggestion. It was becoming quite clear that although
Jean and Vera had joined forces, his mother was the subordinate as
much as Wendy was. He didn't know where he fit in at the moment,
but was sure his deep-seated love for his mother had something to
do with it.

Being as petite as she was, Jean's size was close to that of

Wendy's and made it easy for her to hold Vera's daughter in her
arms, fondle her and squeeze her asscheeks in the well filled
polka dot panties. Jean looked into her eyes and her tongue
lashed out to invade her young partner's mouth.
Vera looked down at him. "Take off your clothes and set your bare
butt down on the floor if you want to watch." He no sooner had
complied than she motioned with the tip of her black high heel and
said "I want to watch you stroke that thing off."

He didn't even think of resisting her and immediately grasp the

cockhead and began massaging it. It was already on display, as
the moment he had removed his clothes Vera had gotten a smirk on
her face at the sight of his throbbing erection. The spectacle of
his mother and Wendy making love was extremely stimulating.
The blond ran her tongue down the little brunette's back to the
top of the garter belt. She traced her path back up again with
oral organ and unhooked the bra. Michael's hand stroked faster and
more firmly as Wendy's young creamy white globes of flesh came
into view. Jean cupped the tits from behind and gently fondled
them until the nipples were fully distended. Jean stopped long
enough to undone her own bra and toss it aside.

"You ladies can finish later. It's time for Wendy to suck her
first cock. Since she is partially the cause of Michael's
excitement it seems only proper for her to be the one to relieve
his condition. Get with it Wendy." commanded her mother. "Jean,
why don't you supervise?"

The topless teen knelt down in front of the sitting young male,
gently took a hold of his stiff penis and began to lick at the
organ. Jean knelt down to the side of the couple for close view
of the sexual relations. Michael quickly felt the warm, moist
pleasure of Wendy's mouth on his swollen cockhead.

"Here let me show you" said his mother, and she promptly took a
hold of her son's erect penis and inserted it in her mouth.

"You see Wendy? You have to form an "O" with your lips to make a
tight seal around it, puckered a little too, like a smooth asshole
for the cock to fuck, except you provided all the motion. Here
you try." Jean pushed the cock over in Wendy's direction.

The young girl tried to imitate what she had been shown. "There
you go, that's just fine. Before you get into deep sucking like
this I usually like to get things started by licking the cock from
the tip down to the balls, like a cat would and just under the rim
of the head, that will really help get things going."

The sight of two shapely females bare breasted and kneeling down
in front of his exposed and aroused sex organ was a awesome sight.
He would not have been able to control himself had it not been for
the fact of already having an appreciable amount of sexual
encounters.

Vera St. John had taken this opportunity to remove some of her own
clothes. Mark had looked over just in time to see her undo the
front of her blouse and pull it out of the top of her skirt.
Vera's breasts strained against the lacy cups of the bra she wore.
The black bra straps contrasted with her white shoulders. Her
breasts looked firm and full. She unzipped the skirt at the side,
and pulled it down to reveal a gold garter belt trimmed with black
lace. She wasn't wearing any underpants, and her full,thick, black
bush became immediately visible when she stepped out of the skirt.
"Wendy, put the white cuffs on Michael." The young girl quickly
moved to follow her mother's orders. She crossed the room and
at once found the two inch wide leather wrist cuffs. Just as
promptly she put them on his wrists and joined the two together
behind his back with a single metal link which was threaded so it
could be quickly shut by the flick of a finger.

"Now the cock, dear." Once again Wendy followed her mother's
commands and attached a cock ring to his penis. The ring was made
of a thin but tough leather band. The ban circled the top of his
swollen balls where his sac joined his pelvis. A second band
circled the base of his shaft.. The device guaranteed that he
would stay hard as it was virtually impossible for him to go soft.

"O.K. Wendy, you can play with him now." The nymph began kissing
and fondling him. There was no part of him she didn't get to.
Constantly she kept one hand on his steel hard prick, continually
stroking it.

Michael's eyes suddenly became wide with fear as Vera was

strapping a dildo on over her naked cunt! It was of an oversized
penis shape, flesh colored, and a streamlined, blunt, bullet-
shaped head. Thin leather straps were attached to snaps at the
base of the shaft. Vera fastened the straps into place on her
hips. The cords pressed deeply against her soft, yielding flesh.
The artificial cock bobbed obscenely from her womanly hips,
looking fantastically bizarre.

She walked over to Jean. "No, not now, not in front of Michael"
the blond begged, "Not in front of my own son."

Without breaking her stare at Jean, Vera said "You see Michael, I
have found out each of your personal fetishes. Yours is lingerie,
which I have obviously provided for and your mother's is hanging
between my legs. I don't know if she fantasizes being a little
girl and a big man fucking her or what, but I'm sure I will find
out sooner or later. Now cut the crap Jean and lie down."

"NO VERA! FOR GOD'S SAKE, NO!" Jean shrieked out her last protest.

"Yes you will, you blond slut, her and now!" decreed the
dominating amazon brunette. Vera pushed Jean off her bottom on
onto her back, holding her by the neck against the plush rug. With
her free hand in one swift motion she grabbed the red nylon
panties by the elastic waistband and ripped them down between
Jean's open thighs!

"Oh, no, no, no!" protested Jean, "Oh, this is awful! Please don't
let him watch!"

Vera was already running the dildo head up and down the coral pink
slit under her. She used two fingers to spread the smooth folds of
flesh and slowly pushed forward. Jean could feel herself being
penetrated and could do nothing to stop it. It was as if an alien
force was entering her body. She was going to be fucked and she
knew it. She was going to be fucked and she couldn't stop it. She
was going to be fucked and she was going to enjoy it. Yes, even
though it was slightly painful being stretched so far, after a few
minutes of a steady rhythm, Jean began to respond to the pleasant
friction. She finally relaxed and laid back, totally surrendering
to the dildo. Vera kept her hands on her partners waist, fucking
her like a man would. When Vera's climax hit her, she screamed at
the top of her lungs, gasping for breath. The cock in her hole was
larger than any normal cock and unlike a real one, never went
soft. Vera jack hammered her hips against Jean's crotch when she
come. Her fuck hole was to be satisfied by a cock which was
longer and wider than anything in real life.
Jean could do nothing but lay naked on the rug. The dildo had did
it's job and Vera slowly slid it out of the pussy it was intended
for. All this time Michael was going crazy seeing his mother/lover
being fucked by another female, plus the fact a topless teenage
girl younger than himself, was stroking his erect cock!

"I've been looking forward to getting my hands on your virgin ass

and my dildo inside it! You have had too much of women already and
I intend to let you know who is in control here." Vera said with
a grin on her face, "But first since you already are familiar with
the taste of your mother's cunt, you certainly wouldn't mind
licking the dildo head clean for me. Her hips were level with his
head and the dildo was inches from his face. "Take this in your
mouth and suck it!"

Vera fed the dildo into his mouth. His lips pressed against the
latex shaft and it felt warm and slick from his mother's passage.
She held his head in place and he slurped wetly at it.

"Can you taste mommy's juices little boy?" Vera teased.

All he could do was nod his head. After a few more moments she let
the member slide from his lips. "Grease up his bottom Wendy."

Michael wanted to die. She was going to fuck him like he was a
girl. She was going to fuck him like he had been fucking all those
older women. He was confused. He didn't know if he should be
reluctant or rejoice, but his still hard penis begged for release.
He was half crazy after seeing his mother cum so violently on the
same cock that was about to fuck him.

Wendy took hold of his bare ass cheeks and pried them apart. He
could feel the sudden rush of cool air into his warm crack. The
young girl's fingers quickly found their intended target and
Michael groaned when she pushed a greasy finger up his butt. His
embarrassment was magnified by the girl handling him in such an
intimate manner.

Vera took over now and stepped behind him with the dildo
still attached to her hips. Wendy smeared some of the lubricant on
the latex head and her mother was ready. Holding his ass cheeks
apart, Vera slowly pushed the cock head into the young boy's rear.

"Loosen yourself up and push a little so I don't hurt you so much"

was Vera's order. He could feel the mushroom shaped head begin to
pry his sensitive spot open. It was a terrible feeling of being
invaded by the cold intruder. His insides were being stretched and
he thought he was going to be ripped apart. The pink invader
continued it's forward journey until it was at last fully up his
anal opening.

"There now Michael, that wasn't so bad, was it?" questioned Vera.
He could only whimper as she slowly began her rhythmic ride in and
out of his asshole. Her could feel her warm long fingers on his
buttocks, gently but quite firmly holding them apart for his
complete humiliation. After several minutes his rectum back to
become accustomed to the size of the dildo and his own bodily
warmth heated the oversized penis.

"Wendy, I think our boy here has found something new he likes."
crooned Vera. To his own shock and further embarrassment, Michael
suddenly realized he had a rock hard erection! Vera quickly
reached around with one hand and grasped the young manhood in her
hand and gave it a tight and steady stroking. She paused long
enough to have Wendy put a small amount of lubricant in the palm
of her hand.

"We don't him to think he is fucking an asshole, do we Wendy? You

must always use lubricant on the male just like he finds in a
pussy, otherwise he will become accustomed to dry fucking which
will not suit our purpose at all." We absolutely must do a
video of this sometime, its just too precious not to have. Vera
commented.

The masturbation and anal violation was over whelming. His balls
wanted to explode. He felt so totally helpless with his wrists
bound behind him and the leather cock strap snugged up tight
around his scrotum.

Sensing his immediate need, Vera took the lead.

"Do want to come Michael?"

"Yes, Oh yes!" was all he could pant.

"Beg me Michael, beg me to let you cum."

"Please Miss Vera, PLEASE let me cum."

"Only when I tell you too." she commanded.

"Yes, madame." he quietly whispered.

Her assault on him was steady and continuous. His face was beat
red and perspiration was running off his forehead.

"NOW MICHAEL!, CUM FOR ME!, CUM !!!!!"

Vera slapped his ass violently with her left hand and gave the
cock strap a vicious yank with the other, finally releasing his
ball sack.

Michael didn't have to be told twice. Suddenly it was like a great

weight had been lifted off him and the hot, thick, sticky semen
shot out of his swollen cock like a high pressure hose. The cum
came out of his penis like a cannon blast and he thought he was
going to pass out. The sensation rocked every nerve in his body
from his crotch to his head.

Vera girlishly laughed at him and slowly withdrew the dildo from
his sensitive membrane. Michael felt like to limp rag doll laying
on the floor. He felt the catch being released on his cuffs so
that he could part his hands. It was all he could do to hold
himself up on all fours like a dog. He looked up at Vera standing
over him with her hands at her hips, still wearing the black bra,
gold garter belt, black nylons and heels. The flesh colored cock
was sticking out erect from her hips on top of her lush black
bush. She looked like the ultimate goddess of pleasure and pain.
Michael realized his life was about to change again, for better or
worse he did not know, but it would definately be interesting.

He crawled over to her, looked up slowly at her, and then while

steadying himself with one hand, use the other to grasp the dildo
so he could slowly suck it.

Vera stood still for him and watched.

"Looks like we have a new toy Wendy."

There wasn't any answer in the room for Vera's comment, only the
soft sucking sounds coming from her hips.

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