Catherine And Ronnie

Jean From: [email protected] (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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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 for things to get rolling. really hot lady entertains man is going to stuff your

told you about it before and it's time Jean here is going to show you how a and at the same time this nice young 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 ways than one. Not only did Jean actively and son even made a special call to their the majority of Michael's customers would

average customer in more participate, but mother home, something which 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, bulletshaped 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. --