Karen

I've often heard people talk about a life altering event, but until very recently I never placed much credence into the idea that one single moment could so profoundly change someone's life. Well, I do now, and it's not just my life that's been so thoroughly impacted either, it's my son that's been affected too. The truth is the two of us are standing at the edge of a precipice looking down at something that is so alluring to our carnal urges and desires that continuing to defy what our bodies are demanding from us is just an act of futility that is only prolonging our suffering. It's not if we cave in, it's when, and for me, I finally accept now that's it is inevitable.

When I first heard the glass breaking my initial reaction was that Charlie had dropped something in the kitchen, which was an assumption that proved to be terribly wrong. You hear about home invasions happening to other people, but three weeks ago tonight it happened to us. There's no way anyone can prepare for it either, and for me, the cost of an alarm system that I decided we didn't need, mocked me as the three intruders herded us downstairs towards our family room. All the episodes of Criminal Minds played in my head in slow motion as our captors stood in front of us, and shockingly, it was two men and a woman that were ransacking our home. I don't know why, but I just never imagined a woman capable of doing what she was doing to us. And as it turns out, she's the one who is responsible for what will ultimately be our life altering experience.

Surprisingly, the two men were actually very courteous to us, but it was that terrible woman who seethed with anger and contempt, and most of it directed at me. She called me the T-Mobile slut because of my physical resemblance to that skinny girl in the commercials, and no doubt the fact she was short and stocky just fueled her rage all the more. I guess I never thought about it much before, but I've been thin all my life, and to think another woman could be so enraged about my body makeup just never really occurred to me. Even now I can't explain why, but I still get excited every time I think about how I was standing there virtually naked in front of not only our unwelcomed guests, but also my eighteen year-old son as well. The feeling of those men's eyes going up and down my body proved to be so insignificant compared to what I was feeling as Charlie's eyes gorged themselves on my long thin legs in a way a son isn't supposed to do to his mother. As hard as I tried, my vagina betrayed me every time I tried to focus on anything other than feeling of his eyes ravaging me.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, my choice of wearing a T-shirt that barely reached my thighs proved to be too much for even my female antagonist. She clearly recognized what I was going through too, and not surprisingly seemed to relish embarrassing me further by pointing out that my nipples were fully erect. The fact I wasn't wearing any panties just added to my anxiety, and as I waited for her to expose my bald vagina, the sensation of feeling my fluids dripping down my thighs showed me just how much I was getting off on what was happening to me. Luckily, while everyone's attention was on me, they failed to notice that Charlie was fully erect too. Anyway, she brought me downstairs and told me to take off the T-shirt, immediately that fear of rape came crashing down on me, but she assured me in a very terse way that no one was going to fuck me. As crudely as she said it, I still could feel such animosity from her that I just knew she planned to humiliate me in some way other than being sexually molested, and as it turned out, that's exactly what she did, or so she thought.

She duct taped both my hands together mockingly in the praying position, and then told me to kneel on the futon facing the wall. When she told me to spread my legs and open my ass, that bad feeling quickly overtook me again, and the thought of being raped and sodomized overwhelmed me in a way that I never thought possible, it actually excited me. I knew what I was feeling was wrong, but I guess being a widow for almost five years played a role in why I was so susceptible to the urges I was feeling. She then ran a rope under the couch and attached it to my hands, and then tied my legs so I couldn't close them, in essence, I was literally spread wide open, and being that vulnerable proved to be very much a turn-on for me too. I know it doesn't make any sense, but I was getting off on what was happening to me. Every woman may deny it, but the truth is that we all like it when we're in a compromising situation, and I certainly was compromised.

Of course, that's when it finally hit me what she was up too, and then I remembered how she told one of the men to watch Charlie until she came for him. Just kneeling there totally exposed the way I was it soon sunk in exactly what she was going to do to me. Her intentions were to simply bring him in and shame me with my own nudity, a thought that honestly made the throbbing between my legs grow even more intense. I can still see the look on his face as I stared in the mirror when she brought him in, I guess looking at all those naked girls on his computer paled in comparison to what his eyes were feasting on as he walked into the room. I knew I was soaking wet already when she told him to look at my pussy, and the sensation of my vagina quivering with delight wasn't lost on either of them, I'm sure. I wonder how many other mother's with a teenage son would have loved to be where I was at that very moment.

God forgive me, but when she told him to take his clothes off I almost had an orgasm. The secret this woman didn't know was that Charlie and I had already started going down that unnatural path together that a mother and child aren't supposed to travel, and yet, we were. As hard as I tried to fight what was happening between us, I always capitulated to my own unrelenting urges as I crept closer and closer to giving him what he wanted. My willpower was eroding daily to something that I knew I was helpless to fight, and yet, I knew my maternal instincts wouldn't allow me to consummate what both our bodies were clearly craving. Of course, that was before our unwelcomed guests stepped in and allowed fate to take its course, naturally or unnaturally. Maybe that's why I so easily accepted what I was being forced to do, and the reality that it excited me to be naked in front of my own son was easily rationalized to my subconscious as merely a byproduct of what I was being forced to accept. At that point it didn't matter anymore, and I was just too turned on to worry about any moral issues, and so was Charlie.

The truth is that every mother has struggled with the issue of their son's masturbating at one time or another, and to some it's just a disgusting behavior they'll eventually outgrow, but for me, it was the aphrodisiac my body needed after being forced into a life of celibacy after my husband died. The first time I found the towel filled with semen I nearly fainted, and between the explicit picture of the young girl with her legs spread wide open on the computer and the semen soaked towel, I was totally bewildered as I felt my panties beginning to soak. I knew what I was feeling was wrong, but I felt helpless as I returned daily to claim my prize. The first time my taste buds feasted on the thick yogurt like substance I felt my whole body quivering as my tongue gobbled down every delicious morsel. It was just too tempting for me to merely throw the towel in the hamper, and every day the thought of actually getting it directly from the source began to consume more and more of my consciousness.

Charlie knew what he was doing to me too; he was luring me closer and closer to doing something that a mother isn't supposed to do to her son. At first, I couldn't fathom where all his confidence was coming from, that is until the day I saw the enormous bulge in his sweat pants. For years he would wear knee length football jerseys around the house, and as I looked at the material of the sweat pants straining to contain his erection, I instantly realized why he felt he had to hide the gift Mother Nature had given to him. It was just so obvious that he was enormous; I've seen too many movies not to recognize that he had a dick as big as the ten inch cyber skin dildo I kept in my nightstand drawer. It was as if time stood still as my eyes tried to measure exactly how big he was, and the fact he just stood there letting me rape him visually seemed like he was more in control than I was. My own unchecked desires, along with the image his big dick were seducing me in a way that I felt powerless to resist.

I think deep down it's every woman's secret fantasy to be fucked by oversized penis, and the fact I have a dildo that big just seems to validate my theory very nicely. All the nights I've laid in bed with it buried deep inside me only made me just more aware of how I really wanted the real thing, and as satisfying as it was, my frustrations just seemed to be intensifying knowing that my own son's penis was probably bigger than the artificial substitute that was stretching my pussy nightly. It was if some unseen force was guiding me as I removed all those hideous jerseys from his bureau and replaced them with t-shirts that barely reached his waist. The sight of him walking around the house with that gorgeous organ sticking straight out was reciprocated by me wearing less and less clothing as well. We were taunting each other in a way that wasn't natural, but for me, I felt powerless as I gazed at his erection and imagined taking it deep inside me, and yet, still not having enough strength to overpower those maternal instincts that were still holding me back from doing what I really wanted to do with that oversized banana.

For women, I think it's just part of our DNA that once we find a partner that has a dick as big as a ruler; our primal instincts overwhelm all other considerations. I think even our most primitive female ancestors certainly would have chosen a mate to procreate with that had a distinct advantage over the competition. And even then I'm sure the sight of a male with an organ that was nearly twice the size of all the other suitors would certainly have guaranteed him being chosen as her mate. At forty-one, I'll admit that the thought of being impaled by an unusually large penis has crossed my mind the last few years, and being a widow has no doubt played a role in it too. I know when Don and I used to watch 'fuck movies' together, his description, not mine, the only scenes that ever intrigued me were the ones where the male actors were unusually large. It took all my willpower not to let Don know what turned me on about them, but it was just obvious to him, I'm sure.

I guess as I was kneeling waiting to finally get a glimpse of the real tormentor that was in the room, my heart began to sink as the thought that he may have stuffed a cucumber or something similar in his sweat pants just to tease me. How cruel would that be I remember thinking as I felt my own fluids dripping out of me. I think I even said a small prayer asking for it to be real, I wonder what God was thinking as he heard my pleas for help. At first, I thought it was just an optical illusion and the mirror was playing tricks on me, but when I turned my head to see for myself, the image of one the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life filled my eyes completely. It just seemed so monstrously huge too, and as my eyes tried desperately to estimate its length and girth, I felt my own fluids literally pouring out of me. The look on my captors face confirmed what my own vagina had already figured out, and somehow I just knew it would only be a matter of time before I'd be sliding down it length incestuous concerns or not.

The truth that couldn't be denied anymore was that my vagina had already made that decision for me, and as the rest of my body fell in line one by one, the quivering between my legs was clearly overpowering any lingering resistance that my intellectual side could offer. But what was even more surprising to me at that very moment was how there seemed to be a momentary truce between me and that terrible woman, and as we both marveled at what gift had been bestowed on such a young boy, the thought of what pleasure was awaiting the vagina that was going to be able to lure such a beast inside her was going through both our heads I'm sure at the same time.

For a split second I thought she and I might be sister's enjoying the same fantasy, but as she called out to her accomplices in a state of rage to come down and see the kid with the horse dick, my heart sank as I knew how embarrassed he would be at being discovered with such oversized organ. As I turned my head and smiled as our eyes locked onto each other's, I could clearly see the panic draining from his face. In retrospect, I realize I was acting more like a lover soothing her partner than a mother calming her son, but in the end, I know I'm going to be playing both roles for him very soon. They duct taped his ankles to the chair, and then taped his left hand by his side while his right hand was purposefully left with just enough freedom so he could masturbate if he chose too. Of course, our female tormentor thought this just added to my humiliation, but it actually proved to be quite the opposite. It didn't take long for my nostrils to be filled with the musky smell of my overly excited vagina, and the sight of the eel like creature right behind me just kept fueling my rage all the more. I think by then my antagonist had figured out what was really going on between us, and as much as her male companions wanted to see what was going to happen next, she was loathed to give them any pleasure that came from seeing me being used as a source that excited them. One of the men was either her husband or boyfriend I presumed, and no doubt he was going to pay a terrible price for the way he stared at my glistening vagina.

It was at that exact moment with all those male eyes locked on my ass and pussy that I felt a form of arousal that I've never experienced before, and it was as if I had wrested control away from all three of them with just the sight of my kitty lathering herself with her own juices and daring them to do something about it. The balance of power had clearly shifted to me, or should I say my pussy, and the short stocky woman who I feared initially had all she do to keep her companions from untying Charlie and watch him fuck me. Truthfully, that's exactly what I wanted, and I'm sure the chance to see an actual live sex show was very appealing to them as well. The thought of that big dick sliding inside me as I was bound helpless to resist its onslaught was just such an appealing answer to how I could eliminate any moral issues that could come up later. It's not as though I was in control, or was I?

She knew what I was doing too, and in a final gesture of trying to humiliate me even further, she came over and whispered in my ear that something was wrong with me the way I was acting in front of my son. I didn't know whether to laugh or spread myself a little wider, but I chose the latter in spite of how angry I knew she would get. It just seemed so ironic that what had been my biggest fears just a short time before, had turned out to be one of the most erotic moments I've ever had. As they left the room we were advised to wait until the next morning to call the police or risk suffering a fate we'd dearly regret. The truth was I had no intention of calling the police until the next day anyway; the two of us were trapped in a place that neither one of us really wanted to escape from either. Most people would never understand how powerfully aroused we had become; I guess you just have to experience it for yourself to appreciate how overwhelmed our senses had become affected by our own forbidden ravenous desires.

It was as if I had been totally liberated from any feelings of shame or embarrassment as I felt my own son's eyes gorging on my ass spread wide open just a matter of inches from his face, after all, it wasn't like I had any other choice in the matter. I was being forced to prostrate myself in front of him by outside forces, and as such, I felt completely free of any complicity what so ever. Of course, Charlie could see the fluids dripping out of me too, but I doubt very much that he held that fact against me. I knew it was going to be only a matter of time before he would succumb to his urges, and as I arched my ass shamelessly to pressure him even more, the sensation of the hot semen hitting my back and ass nearly made me faint. No more towels I yelled out as his cock shot all its sticky cream all over me, and It was as though he perfectly aimed his giant tool as he bathed my anus and vagina shot after shot until he finally drained his balls completely.

I lost track of how many times he ejaculated, three or four times I think, and I was finally able to free my hands and finger myself as his dick belched it's seemingly endless supply of cum. The thought that I was pushing his semen inside me even though I wasn't using any sought of birth control didn't matter as I lost myself in just wanting to get myself off. That instinct to climax overrode all other concerns as my fingers brought me one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. It was unbelievable, and I licked my fingers as I tasted both our fluids mixed together, it was a salty cocktail that I was going to share with him too I told myself, but just not at that moment.

Sadly, it only took a few hours after we freed ourselves to start to feel the guilt setting in, and I can only speak for myself, but it was devastating. It's not what I did that was so wrong; it was what I wanted to do that made it such a powerful indictment against my conscience. I broke laws of both God and man as I let my sexually starved side take over me completely, and just looking in the mirror proved to be as painful as I stared at a woman who I know would have fucked her own son in a heartbeat if it had only been possible. But just like a clock's pendulum Mother Nature has a way of letting time solve the unsolvable, and for the two of us independent of each other, our lives became agonizing as our bodies demanded a return to those magnificent moments when we were free of any feelings of what was right or wrong. I couldn't sleep, and trying to concentrate at work without the image of Charlie's gorgeous member in my head proved completely hopeless. As hard as I tried to ignore the message I was receiving from my vagina, ever so slowly I realized that the door we had gone through together was made so forbiddingly electrifying because of who we had shared it with.

I admit that I kept going back and forth about the moral dilemma our pleasures had caused us, but I finally made peace with the fact that the most exciting and aroused moment I've ever had in my life just happened to be with my own son. If it felt so good, then how can it be wrong? But, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the thought of having Charlie's swollen organ sliding in and out of me didn't play a role in it either. After all, what woman could possibly deny that as she's watching a steamy video where a male actor's excessively large penis is sliding in and out of some lucky girl's pussy that deep down inside her she's secretly wishing that it was her vagina that was riding up and down its unnatural length? The truth that most of us will never admit to is that we all do, and that delicate line that we have to balance so as to not hurt our husbands or boyfriends can get very tedious sometimes.

*

"Did you get the results back from math test yet," I ask as I casually walk into his bedroom with my vagina already hemorrhaging with excitement.
The sight of him lying on his back with his enormous organ sticking straight up instantly causes and involuntary gasp to come out of my mouth, I suppose with time I'll get used to seeing it, but for now, my body is just going to have to accept seeing something that big attached to my own son. I'm not sure if it's because he's so young and he still has the body of a teenager, but the conflict between how's he built and what's sticking up between his legs just seems so incredible. All the men in the videos with big dicks I've ever seen were always in their late twenties or early thirties, but I imagine their dicks were just as big when they were Charlie's age too. Truthfully though, I'm finding it very much a turn-on with him this young, and as big as his dick is, he's still so very much a novice when it comes to sex. He's discovering that there's a world of difference between sitting at his computer watching some young girl getting her pussy stretched as opposed to what it actually feels like when he slides that monster into the real thing. I can only imagine all the times he's jerked off trying to duplicate what my vagina has done to him the last few nights, and now, all he has to do is simply lay naked on his bed waiting for me to come in and service him.

I know service sounds so cold, but I'm desperately trying to stay within some self-imposed boundaries. I'll let him slide his dick inside me, but blowjobs and letting him lick my pussy are strictly off limits, at least for the time being anyway. I know that doesn't make any sense, but I keep telling myself that I'll just do it a few more time and then I'll be satisfied, but the reality is he's fucking me with a dick that makes my ten inch cyber-skin dildo seem small, and honestly, I'm really starting to enjoy what it's doing to me too. When I measured it last night I was shocked at what my eyes were trying to communicate to my brain, and even as the numbers on the measuring tape kept staring back at me, I still couldn't believe it. Charlie must have thought me daft when I quickly re-measured it, but the same numbers stood staring right back at my unbelieving eyes, and the reality that my son has a dick that is only a quarter of an inch shy of eleven inches slowly started to sink in. Of course, I measured it after he exploded inside me, and the combination of my fluids mixed with his semen proved to be more of a temptation than I had anticipated as I tried to get an accurate measurement.

What is it about cum that drives women wild? I know as my hand slid up and down his dick and scooping his yogurt like semen into my hands, it took all my will power not to bring my fingers to my mouth and let my tongue feast on the salty cocktail both our bodies had mixed together. As women, we're expected to lick their dicks after they fuck us, at least that's what I've always done, and my husband certainly never complained when I did it to him. But maybe that's just me, and the addiction for tasting both semen and my own juices is something unique only to me, somehow though I doubt I'm the only woman who loves tasting that salty treat after having her pussy stretched by her lover.

"Do you have to wear the robe," I hear him ask me in a voice quivering with excitement.

Ever so slowly I start to undo the buttons of this mini black robe that has become my wardrobe of choice for the last few days. When I saw it in the juniors section at Marshal's both my heart and vagina reacted to it simultaneously, and as I modeled in front of the mirror in the fitting room, the only thing I could think of was what it was going to do to Charlie and that gorgeous organ hanging between his legs. It didn't even occur to me as I was fingering myself thinking of what his dick was going to do to me that there may have been a hidden camera recording every salacious detail, but truthfully, I would have done it even if there was one.

I have to admit that I've become very proficient at letting him see more and more of my legs lately, and ever so innocently too. The truth is all boys like looking at girls with long thin legs, and of course, every girl over fifteen instinctively knows just how to exploit that weakness too. I think the more skin we reveal just heightens the excitement for them as they try and get a glimpse of what's actually sitting between our legs, after all, it's all about pussy. But this robe was the signal to him that I had had enough of teasing him, and the inevitability of what was going to happen between us just couldn't be put-off any longer, then again, the sight of his monstrous organ bulging the material of his sweat pants certainly may have influenced my decision too.

For the past two nights I've simply straddled him without taking the robe off, maybe it was being cruel on my part to tease him the way I did, but the thrill of having his snake like organ blindly probing both my vagina and her naughty sister was a sensation that was very new to me. He was fumbling ever so innocently trying to find which sultry hole he was supposed to slide into, and all while my pussy patiently waited as his inexperience was proving to be both a major turn-on and a OH so sensuously frustrating at the same time. Then again, Charlie was a virgin until he finally slid inside me that first time, and by the second night his cock instinctively knew what pleasures awaited it once it found which hole was lubed and waiting to be ravaged by it. I could tell he already wanted to slide it in my ass, and as much as I might have wanted it too, I'm a long ways off from even thinking about letting him have it.

I think the role of the internet has become an integral source of education every boy uses today when it comes to discovering all the hidden secrets about exactly what they're supposed to do when they finally find a girl of their own. All they have to do is sit at their computers stroking their dick's watching as some young girl gets her mouth or pussy filled with cum to get a glimpse of what's waiting for them too. I remember all the Penthouse and Hustler magazines my brothers use to hide under their mattresses when we were kids, and there were always a lot of girls with their legs wide open too, but it was the one's where they were fucking some gorgeous male model that always made my panties soaking wet. Obviously, the way the pages were always stuck together confirmed that Mikey and Eddie liked them too.

Today's erotica is much different though, and what's so stunning to me is just how young the models are that are in the sex scenes, and of course the quality of the videos is absolutely unbelievable too. Sometimes I swear I'm looking at high school boys and girls Charlie's age fucking in front of me, I know back when I was a young girl such material was almost impossible to find, but today, it's just a click away, and both boys and girls are utilizing it too. Maybe that's why I never got overly concerned when I started finding charges on my credit card for porn sites, of course, the first time I inquired about the charge and was told it was for YoungPussy.com I nearly fainted. I imagine that nice sounding young man who told me relished the part he was playing too; after all, the thrill he was getting saying pussy to the mother of a teenage boy was probably something he really enjoyed too.

As long as no one gets hurt has always been my belief when it comes to Charlie looking at porn, and all the videos I've discovered on his computer certainly weren't showing girls in any kind of pain. Unless you count the look of distress on their faces as their ass holes are being stretched wide open for the first time, but, that's a look I've seen many times when Donny use to fuck me in front of the mirror. He use to get off on thinking it was the first time his dick slid in my ass, and for me, anal was surprisingly enjoyable too. Although, Charlie's probing of my naughty hole with that monster makes me wonder if it would be worth taking that risk with an organ as big as his.

"Please," I hear him say ever so sheepishly for me to finally expose myself to him.

There's a part of me that is afraid to reveal my body to him, and every woman over forty can certainly attest to my fears about being compared to all those young girls that either are on TV or in the pages of magazine's that so many men love to look at. Their perfectly toned bodies and wrinkle free faces are just a reminder to the rest of us that getting older is a curse that we have no answer for, and all we can do is struggle daily to delay the inevitable. Of course, usually I'm much more accepting of my body, but I guess with an eighteen year-old boy begging me to reveal myself to him, all my insecurities about if he'll still find me attractive are coming out now. I guess I always knew this day was going to come eventually, and for the past several weeks I've been starving myself so he wouldn't be disappointed once we started to have sex. My weight is actually lighter than I was in college, and having my hair tied in a ponytail is just making the illusion that I'm eighteen again just a little more believable for me, although once I start sucking that gorgeous organ, I'm quite sure he will probably care less about the sacrifices I've made to appeal to him.

"Are you sure," I ask as my fingers toy with the bottom button like a cat would do to a mouse it has been mercilessly torturing until it finally decides to pounce on its helpless captive.

"OH God," he moans as I let the robe fall slowly to the floor.

This feeling of having his eyes ravaging me is just so intoxicating, and the sensation of my own fluids dripping down my thighs merely confirms it too. If this is so wrong what I'm feeling right now, how come my body is functioning at a level of arousal that borders on the fanatical? I challenge any woman to stand where I am now and not succumb to the desires that are wreaking havoc with me now. It's just not possible, and the fact that I know it's all about the size of his dick that just makes me aware that I'm fighting instincts that are rooted so deeply inside me as a woman that resisting them any further is just an act of futility where eventually I know I'll give in anyway.

Tell me the truth mirror; is that really my image reflecting back at me? Maybe it's just an illusion brought on by the excitement of knowing that I'm going to be sliding down that gorgeous organ in just a minute or two, but that is me standing naked in front of the mirror, and I'm liking what I see too. The way it's supposed to work is that a girl's body always evolves into a woman's body, but what I'm looking at right now suggests that I've managed to turn back the clock and be eighteen again. Even if it's only for a short time, it'll be long enough so that Charlie's dick won't care that I've put back those nine pounds after it starts getting drained every night.

"You look just like a model," I hear him say almost in a whisper.

He'll definitely get his dick sucked a few times tonight for saying that, and the best part about it is that he said it because he believes it too. My baby is just so innocent when it comes to things like giving compliments and telling the truth, and just those two qualities alone I find so endearing about him. Of course, the fact his dick is humungous might be swaying in a way that anything he says now will result in me milking him dry of all that delicious cream he has waiting for me.

"You really think so," I say as I slowly approach the bed while feeling my fluids cascading down my thighs as though I were peeing.

He has no idea what I'm capable of doing when I'm this horny, and if he thinks I'm merely going to ride him and let him ejaculate in me like he's done the last two nights he's in for a very pleasurable rude awakening. I think in a lot of ways I'm very different from other women, and luckily for Charlie he's stumbled upon a partner who has totally embraced every aspect of her sexuality. So many of my friends just go through the motions with their husbands when it comes to sex, for them, it's a tedious burden at best, and something that's meant only to last a few minutes at the most. Not me though, I've always had an incredibly high sex drive, and just one and done isn't going to do it for me. Truthfully, I love it when I get all get sticky, and the more cum that's either shot deep inside me or on me is just something that makes me lose control of all my inhibitions. Donny always knew that if he pulled out of me and shot it all over my face and in my hair that some internal mechanism inside me would release the most lustful of urges that could only be satisfied by hours and hours of endless fucking. Needless to say, once I see semen something extraordinary happens to me, and any guy I'm with is going to be treated to pleasures that they'd only seen in magazines or videos.

I guess that's partly why the last two nights have been so frustrating for me too, and as good as it felt being impaled by such a large organ, the reality is that I couldn't see what was happening to me. Just the thought that my pussy was devouring inch by inch such a large serpent couldn't placate that side of me that needed to see it with my own eyes. I know that I'm very much like men in that regard too; they all love to watch their dick's slide in and out of us, and for me, that's just something that I need to fully connect with my lover. To think of all my friends making love in the dark and missing that excitement as their lover pulls his swollen organ out of them covered with both their juices just seems like such a loss. Of course, all I ever do is listen as they vent their feelings of distaste for anything sexual, and squirm a little as my panties start to moisten as five years of celibacy continue to take a toll on my body.

Not any more though, and from tonight on there's goanna be no black robe concealing my eyes what our bodies are doing together. And if he's smart, Charlie is going have as much pussy as he wants, and I'm going to have a lover who is virtually blessed with not only the resiliency of a very virile teenage boy, but also one that has a dick that's almost as big as a ruler too. I have to admit that lately I wonder if this is all just a wonderful dream and I'm going to awake feeling my fingers buried deep inside me, a thought that always sends a terrible chill of melancholy throughout my whole body.

"If we're goanna do this, there are some things that we have to discuss," I say as my legs straddle him and pin his enormous organ down with my vagina.

He's just so fucking big that even now I can hardly believe what I'm looking at, and to think that my vagina will swallow its whole length just doesn't seem possible. Maybe it was a good idea that I wore the robe the first few times he slid inside me; after all, I had no visual reference to go by as to what was actually happening when our bodies were locked together. I know I shouldn't even think this, but I actually pity all those girls who Charlie bottoms out in once he starts fucking other's on a regular basis. Not every woman's vagina will be able to handle such a monster, but he'll always have mine, and I know for a fact that I'm going to do things to him that no other woman will even come close to when it comes to pleasing him. After all, it's the girls who fail to keep their man satisfied that end up discovering all too late that another pussy has lured their partner away, of course, I'm sure many will disagree with me about that theory.

"I just couldn't help myself," he says as I see his face become twisted with sorrow as he thinks I'm upset because of how quickly he ejaculated inside me the last two nights.

I have to admit that even I was surprised at how quickly he came, but just sitting there with his dick belching all that delicious cream deep inside my womb, I was just as much in awe about the sensation of being so totally stuffed by his penis as I was by the fact that it was over in less than a minute. Young boys just don't have the discipline that men do, and then again, from what the girls at works say about their husbands, some men cum just as fast all those overly excited boys do. But that's such an easy fix for a woman like me to deal with, and I'll just either let him jerk him off all over me or merely suck his dick until he pops, either way, his endurance is bound to get better.

As much as I wanted to discuss with him the boundaries of our new relationship, my sense now is that he's struggling with confidence issues, and that's the worst thing that can befall a young lover. I'm sure in his mind he's failed to please me, and after probably watching hundreds of videos where the boys seemingly fuck their girlfriend's non-stop for twenty minutes or so, he's no doubt afraid of a reprimand from me now.

"I've never seen anyone so big," I say as I start sliding my pussy up and down the length of his shaft as my vagina literally screams for me to lift up and take it deep inside me.

It's just so obvious how wet I am by the way I'm coating the entire length of his organ with my sticky fluids, and the glistening alone betrays just how turned on I am right now. In all the years Donny and I were having sex together he was always in awe as to just how wet my pussy would get, and once I started going hairless, it seemed like I could stay lubricated for hours too. I'm not exactly sure why having a bald pussy affected me so much either, but I think the thrill of appearing so young and innocent as I watched myself being fucked in the mirror might have had something to do with it. Donny's request for putting my hair either in a ponytail or pigtails wasn't lost on me either, after all, a shaved pussy and a ponytail can easily take ten years off any woman.

"I can't hold out much longer," he moans as the rhythm of my hips grinding against him is already bringing him to the verge of ejaculating.

"That's it baby, let it all explode out of you," I say as thick white semen starts violently squirting out of bald one eyed monster that I have helplessly pinned with my vagina.

I absolutely adore the way his face has literally transformed itself into what I can only describe as being truly angelic like as the pleasures of his ejaculation ravages his entire body, and I doubt there's anything else on earth capable of replicating it either. Maybe this is just God's way of letting all of us know just how much we've lost when he banished us from Eden, and those fifteen or twenty seconds of ecstasy we feel as our bodies writhe with pleasure are just a constant reminder of what our arrogance has cost us. I doubt most biblical scholars would even contemplate such a theory, but to me, it kind of makes sense.

"OH GOD," he moans out as if he just read my mind about where the true origin of the sexual gratification he's feeling is really coming from.

The sheer power that's released through the typical orgasm of a healthy teenage boy has to be mind boggling, and at this age, two or three times a day is a minimum, I'm sure. Of course, their mother's pussy's aren't sliding up and down their dick's the way I am now, but, I suspect a lot of those boys have rubbed themselves many a time thinking about all the things they love to be doing to their mother's. It's only human nature to be attracted to the opposite sex, and a horny teenager's cock certainly isn't going to struggle with moral issues as its daily milking's require ever newer fantasies to get off too. And let's face it, every mother has built in radar between their legs, and whether it's intentional or not, we all put on a little show for our son's benefit. The robe that's too short or wearing the tennis skirt around the house might seem innocent enough, but we all know the power our bodies have over them, and we certainly do enjoy it too.

I've known for some time that Charlie's eyes have been glued to my ass and legs, he's like his father in that regard too, and I guess the allure of my tight little ass and long legs is just a part of his DNA. At first I was troubled by it, but late at night with my dildo buried deep inside my quivering hole I finally accepted that it actually was turning me on. After all, what harm could it possibly do to tease him just a little with a little peek here and there, of course, I'm sure the fact I use to walk around the house in skin tight black leotards wasn't lost on him either. I remember how innocently I'd act knowing full well I was probably making his dick hard, and it was such a pity that he always wore those knee length football shirts too, but then again, if I had known how big he really was, I probably would have been arrested for child molesting.
"It feels so good," he moans as his body embraces his orgasm completely now.

Instinctively, both my hands wrap around his swollen organ and start milking him of all his creamy nectar, I've seen many orgasms by his father, but nothing compares to what's happening in front of me now. His thick white semen squirting burst after burst of yogurt like substance out of his angry serpent covers his stomach and chest completely, I wonder if it's because he's so big that so much semen is coming out of him? I've seen videos where some boys seem to ejaculate an inordinate amount of semen, bur paired with a dick this big, I feel as though I've hit the sexual jackpot.

"Please don't stop Mommy," he begs me as both my hands continue to slide up and down his shaft as his hips move in rhythm with me as though he were fucking my pussy.

I can't believe he's actually fucking my hands, and as much as I've considered myself to be well read on anything sexual, this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this being done. Then again, how often is it that a dick this big shows up in the grasp of your typical girl next door's hands, not many I bet. Even in all the sex videos I've ever seen not one ever showed what I'm doing right now. That's it baby, fuck many hands, and then you're goanna have my pussy too, a thought that just makes me squeeze his dick a little tighter. Just as quickly as it started, the head of his penis quickly exhausts itself entirely of all its creamy splendor, and as I sit here simply mesmerized by what has just unfolded in front of my disbelieving eyes, I can feel stirrings deep within me that warn of an explosion of passion that soon will overtake me. For some unknown reason just the sight of semen unhinges me in a way that even I can't fully explain why, but all I know is once it starts, there's nothing I can do but follow my nymphomaniac urges to engage in hours and hours of uninhibited sex.

Donny always said I was the hottest undiscovered porn actress he'd ever seen because of the way my appetite for sex just seemed so unquenchable, and I have to admit that there were times when I imagined myself going from one dick to another draining each one with my mouth, pussy or ass of all their delicious nectar. It was painfully obvious Donny couldn't keep up with my demands, but before anything could tempt me to seek out others, his diagnosis with cancer sobered me to the reality about what the definition of monogamy really meant, and as such, I realized just how closely love and sex are so interwoven. Of course, my love for Charlie is unconditional, and as my vagina has pointed out to me, that promise I made to myself about being monogamous can simply be transferred from father to son.

"I can't believe what you're doing," he says almost in a whisper as both my hands continue to milk the last of his salty cream out of his still rock hard organ.

This is just so incredible how much semen just came out of him, and the fact that his dick is defiantly refusing to comply with Nature's demand to go limp just makes it all the more unbelievable too. Even when Donny and I first started having sex he usually needed about ten minutes or so before he could get an erection again. Last night I thought it was just my imagination after he came inside me that he seemed just as hard as when he was fucking me, who knows, maybe he's a male version of me with an appetite for sex that has no limits too.

"You better get used to it," I say as I let one of my hands slowly slide down his still erect organ and start massaging his balls.

Can there be any greater feeling than that euphoric state that smothers us after we climax? It's as though time actually stands still too, and all our fears and insecurities seem to melt away as we revel in the gift Mother Nature has given to us. I guess that's why we're so different from all the animals that co-exist with us too, we're fortunate enough to embrace our orgasms and partners as one, unlike the beasts who merely mate and separate as though nothing truly phenomenal had just happened.

"Am I dreaming," he says as he starts to regain consciousness from the spell his body was under as it pumped out so much semen that I'm still having trouble accepting what I'm looking at smeared all over his boyish chest.

I wonder if there's a correlation between the amount of semen produced and the intensity of the orgasm. Perhaps that sounds foolish or naive on my part, but wouldn't it be interesting if there was some validity to that theory? I'd bet there'd be a lot of women my age volunteering to go to all the high schools and colleges to prove it too, or certainly have a lot of fun trying. Boys all over the country would be required by law to submit to being tested, and horny women like me would drain every drop out of them for the greater good of science too.

"What do you think," I reply as I release my grasp of his still swollen organ and immerse my hands in the thick sticky juices of love that cover his boyish chest.

Can there be anything more pleasing to the eyes than a young boy with a massive erection and thick globs of pure white semen smeared all over his virgin body? There was a time when I felt uncomfortable watching some of the videos on Charlie's computer, and it wasn't because of the sex either, but more to do with the fact I was identifying more with their age than my own. I became fixated on the fact that a young lover could last for hours, and once I became aware of just how well-endowed my own son was, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I'd be sitting right where I am now.

"I love it when I make myself all sticky," he says as he watches me lathering my face and tiny tits with his juices.

Instantly I feel a jolt of excitement as what he just said starts to penetrate my consciousness, for years I tried to get Donny to paint his face and neck with his own cream, but I think it was just his homophobic fear of his own semen that stopped him from evolving further like I had. Women are just so much more in touch with their inner self than men are, and as much as they deny it, they are just so squeamish when it comes to sex. They'll stick their fingers in our pussy's and watch as we ravenously lick our own juices without hesitation, but God help us if we ask them to suck our pussy's after they've filled us with their juices. That was always one of my biggest disappointments when it came to making love with Donny, and as much as he knew what I wanted, he just couldn't summon up enough courage even as I pleaded with him to try it. For some reason though, I suspect Charlie isn't going to suffer from the same hang ups about sex as his father did, of course, in being fair to Donny, I doubt there are that many men out there that have finally crossed that line either. If there are, their wives and girlfriends are experiencing pleasures that make regular sex seem so bland in comparison.

"You have no idea how much this turns me on," I say as I start pasting his face with his own semen.

Between his still rock hard organ sticking straight up between my thighs, and my fingers massaging his own cream into his face and hair, the overwhelming urge to slide his cock deep inside me has me almost light headed. This is how two people are supposed to have sex, no limits or boundaries either, and as long as no one is being coerced, then there should be no limits as to the pleasures they'll enjoy together. I imagine right now there are brothers and sisters who have tip toed to each other's room and are enjoying the forbidden bliss that only comes from becoming one, and of course the mother's like me who steal themselves into their teenage son's room to find relief too. I guess as long it's not forced, what's the big deal?

"I can't wait any longer," is all I say as I literally rise up on my knees so I can guide his massive organ towards my throbbing vagina.

"OH God," he moans to the deity that I'm sure is disapprovingly watching what we're both doing together.

"Look," is all I say as his nearly eleven inches of love starts to slowly disappear inside me.

What's happening to me now is exactly why I had to let the robe fall to the floor, my senses were all so hopelessly skewed as my body tried to comprehend what was going on without the ability to actually see it unfolding in front of me. Unless you're born blind, sex is just something that has to be seen to be truly appreciated. How people can just fuck in the dark is beyond me, and only once too, and then they'll merely roll over and go to sleep as if nothing happened. Not me, and I doubt Charlie is going to settle for one shot at my pussy either, and if he does, he's in for a stern lecture from a very horny woman.

"You like my tight pussy," is all I say as I feel his balls bottom out against my ass.

I can tell he's in shock, it's one thing to have his dick in me, but quite another for me to use language that I'm sure he never expected to ever hear coming out of my mouth. Then again, last night I meekly straddled him and let him slide inside me, and all while not uttering a single word. Not tonight though, and if he's really like me, he's goanna talk just as dirty I am. At least that's one thing Donny had no problem with when he was fucking me, and I hope Charlie shares that vice as well.

"I use to dream about cutting a hole in your leotards," he whispers as our bodies get in sync with each stroke of his monster dick as it starts relentlessly gaping my poor vagina ever wider with each new thrust.

Every woman should experience what I'm feeling right now, and there's simply no comparison of what a dick this big can do to your pussy either. Even my ten inch dildo failed miserably compared to the way I'm being stretched now, and the fact it's not just my vagina that is feeling the effects that just makes it so inconceivable too. The sensation of my rectum opening and closing as her slutty sister is impaled again and again is a pleasure that I hadn't counted on. Donny fucked me in the ass many times, but having that same feeling as my pussy is being stretch is just all entirely new for me.

"Why didn't you," is all I can manage to say as his dick mercilessly starts to gain momentum?

God how I loved those black leotards, I use to stare in the mirror mesmerized by my own reflection too, and of course the thought of what it would do to Charlie played over and over again in my head as I worked up the courage to actually let him see me dressed like that. After all, it was just my workout outfit I told myself, and the fact I wore no panties had more to do about not wanting panty lines than letting him see the outline of my pussy. Perhaps I'm stretching the truth a bit, but certainly not any more than the way my pussy is being stretched right now.

"I wanted to cut the seam in the crotch with a razor so that when you stretched your legs wide open the material would rip apart," he says reminding me of the very few times that I actually let my excitement completely overpower my decision making.

I remember that he just got his license, and that just triggered something inside me that left me helpless to urges that just kept building inside me. He was watching TV and I came upstairs from working out, being hot and sweaty might be a turn-off for most women, but to me it's an aphrodisiac. Anyway, I laid on the couch across from him and brought my knees up to my chest and spread myself as wide open as I could, our eyes locked and then I saw his gaze shift to my crotch which was already soaking in my own juices. He must have known how I excited I was, and if it wasn't for that long football shirt, I would have known how aroused he was too.

"You liked looking at Mommy's pussy," I say as he pulls me down and starts fucking me with long deep strokes that tell me he won't be able to last much longer.

For some reason saying Mommy to him as his cock readies itself for another ejaculation excites me in ways that I just can't comprehend yet. And even before when he called me Mommy as my hands were sliding up and down his dick, I could tell he was just as into this forbidden realm of incestuous pleasures as I am. I guess it's one thing that we're actually fucking each other, but the aspect of not even trying to mask it in any way just makes it all the more naughtier. At some point though, I think we're going to have to deal with some issues, but right now my pussy is the only one who is capable of making any rational decisions for me.

"I can't hold it much longer," he moans as he buries his mammoth organ inside me as deeply as he can.

Suddenly, the feeling of his hands spreading my ass wide open sends a surge of adrenalin through me that totally catches me by surprise, and the feeling of his fingers gently probing my ass hole as his dick shoots its sultry load deep inside me is just one more reason why I know I've made the right decision about what we're doing now. And if there were any lingering doubts, the finger ever so slowly slipping into my naughty hole is eradicating any resistance that may still be hiding somewhere deep inside my consciousness. I'm his fuck toy now, and...he's mine as well.

This is all so new to him, and yet, he's touching me in a place now that even his father dared not go to until we were in our late twenties. Of course, from what I've seen in the videos on Charlie's computer, getting fucked in the ass is just considered normal as far as sex is concerned in today's world. Well, at least as far as the girls in the videos are concerned, but I suspect that all the boys who jerk off imaging their dicks' exploding deep in the bowels of those skinny nymphs' aren't going to settle for anything less once they find a skinny slut of their own.

I can already tell we're just so much alike when it comes to sex, and even though I'm over twenty years older than he is, my senses tell me that there's nothing he won't try when it comes to pleasing me. And as if I needed any more proof, the sensuous fragrance of his semen mixed with our perspiration that is painted on both of our faces just adds to the evidence as to why he's the one I've been waiting so long for. I'll admit that I never thought I'd find a lover who would share my fetish for semen, and to think that's it's my own son who's going to be tasting that magical elixir of our juices mixed together makes me realize just how truly lucky I am. I remember how Donny use pull out of me and watch as his cream slowly started to ooze out of my pussy, and he truly so loved it too, but he just couldn't bring himself to put his mouth and tongue where I so desperately wanted him too. Charlie is different though, and I know when he slides that creature out of me, his mouth and tongue are going to be rewarded with a creamy desert that I just know he'll become addicted to just like I am.

"You liked filling Mommy's pussy with cream," I whisper in his ear as I get up on my knees and start slowly inching towards his face as my vagina starts to ooze his thick white salty seed onto his chest.

I don't know what's got into me, and for some reason I just know he's not going to reject what I'm offering him now. In all the years that Donny and I were together this was the one fantasy I had that I always prayed would happen. I knew Donny would probably never be able to do it, but I always held out hope that one day I'd excite him so much that he wouldn't be able to resist it any longer. If only men knew what they were missing, and I suppose most women as well for that matter.

"I always wondered what it would taste like," he says as I gently lower my vagina filled with his cream on to his waiting mouth.

I know this may sound so ludicrous, but the image flashing in my head now is of something that I saw recently on the National Geographic channel, and for some strange reason it's exciting me. I seriously doubt that all the viewers who watched as a mother eagle feeding her ravenous chick bits of delectable morsels would have anything in common with what I'm doing now, but too me, I kind of think there's some similarities that at first glance are easily over looked. After all, I'm nurturing Charlie in a way that only a loving mother could do for her offspring, and besides that, I'm sure there has to be some nutritional benefits to what's sliding down his throat now.

For years I prayed for just one scene of a guy going down on his partner after he ejaculated in her vagina, but sadly, not once did I ever see anyone even come close to it. Of course, gay guys do it all the time, but it's just not the same when you see a pussy hemorrhaging thick white wads of semen begging to be feasted on by the one responsible for its appearance. It's getting better though, more and more I'm seeing videos of two girls being fucked by one guy, and usually one of the girls eagerly laps the pussy that's been filled with cum. I never really thought about it before, but as I feel my ass and vagina being treated to pleasures that words are helpless to possibly convey what's happening to me now, the thought of sucking Charlie's semen out of some young girl's gaping vagina is flashing in front of my eyes now, and I'm liking what I'm seeing too.

"Isn't it so decadent," is all I can utter as I feel his mouth and tongue fulfilling a dream that I still can't believe is actually happening to me now.

*

I've only been blindfolded for about fifteen minutes, and already I can feel my other senses frantically trying to compensate for my lack of vision. The ticking of the clock on the wall banging out each second as my ears become acutely attuned to time in a way unlike anything I've ever experienced before just adds to my anxiety, and the vibrations of someone walking towards me are being amplified through the legs of the couch alerting me to the imminent arrival of my captor. This truly has to be every woman's worst fear, and yet, here I am replicating the very same scenario that I lived through several months ago.

"Please, Please don't hurt me," I say begging my unseen captor to show mercy to me.

In my mind I picture what his eyes are revealing to him, and a sense of uncontrollable excitement surges throughout my entire body as the extent of the perilous position that I find myself in now starts to sink in to my consciousness. The image of a naked young woman kneeling on a couch with her back facing me with both her legs spread wide apart sends an instant shiver between my legs, and the fact that it's my own body that is trussed like a helpless animal just makes it all the more electrifying. It's funny how as my hands and legs were being bound with ropes, the vulnerability I was feeling was heightened even more by the fact my sight was deprived from me, an element that I added that my real captors failed to pick up on that is proving to be most enjoyable.

Truly, this is every woman's nightmare come true, and yet, it's also a secret fantasy that none of us will ever admit too, but the reality is that many of us finger ourselves as we imagine our pussy's being violated again and again in situations where we are helpless to control. How can there be guilt if we're forced to suck a dick that is forced down our throats by the intimidation of a man holding a gun to our heads? That's the beauty of the world of make believe, and as women, we're masters at the art of fantasying about forbidden pleasures, even as we mask our lascivious desires behind faces of sweet naïve creatures no one could possibly suspect of having such dark thoughts.

"What are you going to do to me," I moan as that fear of being raped and sodomized finally takes hold of me in a way that starts to seem almost real to me now.

The smell of my vagina ripe with the fragrance my own juices fill my nostrils as I realize my body has already surrendered itself to the prospect of being violated by my unknown assailant. And as much as I know that this is all just part an elaborate role-playing fantasy Charlie and I are engaging in, it's proving to be more exciting than I had anticipated. I think part of it has to be just how vulnerable I am right now, after all, I'm totally helpless to what Charlie wants to do to me, and that's stirring desires inside me that I never even suspected existed. It's not like I didn't know I had a kinky side before, but the idea that I could really be subjected to something like this is really proving to be very enjoyable. I know what I'm feeling should be repugnant, and yet, the aroma of my pussy burning with anticipation of being stuffed with an eleven inch cock just keeps my excitement escalating to the point where nothing else matters now. I need to feel his dick slide inside me, and truthfully, if those two men had wanted to fuck me that night, I'm sure my pussy would have rewarded them with a well lubed orifice too.
"Please don't," I say feigning my objection more out of what's expected of a woman who finds herself in a situation like this.

God forgive me for saying this, but the last few months have probably been the happiest of my entire life. Of course, I know most of it is due to the unbelievable sex Charlie and I are having together, but the truth is that we're experiencing pleasures that most people will never come close to achieving even in the longest of relationships. And what's so stunning to me is the fact that we can share even our most intimate secrets without fear of judgment or repudiation. It's like I'm talking to one of my closest girlfriends when I pour out all my secrets to him, and what's even more amazing is the way he's been able share things about himself that I doubt most so-called healthy adult males could ever possibly do. I know for a fact Donny couldn't put into words what really turned him on, and I don't mean just things like getting his dick sucked or even seeing me with my legs spread wide open either. Men are just too insecure about themselves to reach the levels emotionally that we as women seem to flourish so easily at without even trying, and heaven forbid if we point it out to them, then that fragile male ego will sulk like a toddler's until we sooth their wounded pride with a nice long luscious blowjob.

Charlie on the other hand can effortlessly express himself in ways that are more reminiscent of the gender that lacks that beautiful tool he has hanging between his legs, and as such, I'm finding that I'm drawn to his emotional awareness as much as I am his giant organ. It's one thing to be fucked again and again by a loving partner, but when you start hear whispering in your ears of things that make your heart melt...that's when you know that something truly remarkable is happening.

"OH GOD," I moan as I feel him sliding the head of his dick against both my aching holes.

What would any woman do if she was confronted with a Sophie's choice of which orifice she wanted to be ravaged? I know ninety-nine per cent would choose their pussy over their ass-hole, and considering how big his dick is, most of them would have chosen correctly too. For me though, I know that by the time tonight is over, my mouth, pussy and ass-hole are all going to be filled with semen.

"NO, NO, NO, not there," I squeal as I feel his prick pressuring my anus to invite it inside.

Charlie likes fucking me in the ass just as much as his father use too, and once my dildo proved to me that I wouldn't be ruptured internally by such a large organ, he's been double fucking me for a weeks now. The fact he can ejaculate in my vagina and then instantly slide deep inside my bowels is just incredible, and all without even showing a hint of needing to recuperate either. He's spoiling me, and what's even more important, I'm spoiling him in ways that I know he'll never find from some little teenage princess he goes to school with. His dick is mine now, and if some little slut is going to push me out of the way, she better get used to having her ass-hole split open.

"Take my pussy and I won't fight, I promise," I moan as I realize this is exactly what any woman would say if forced to choose where she's going to be violated.

The feeling of his organ gently pushing against the opening of my vagina instantly sends a feeling of exhilaration shooting throughout my entire body, and as he slowly inches deeper and deeper into my womb, all my thoughts are becoming scrambled as I'm being impaled with an organ that most women would kill to have inside them. Big dicks' just fuck harder and deeper, and as I feel him starting to bottom out inside me, it's taking all my will power to stick to the character that I'm supposed to be imitating.

"I can't believe how you fill me," I moan as I feel my vagina literally stretched to its limits by his enormous organ.

The sudden jolt from his hand hitting the back of my head shocks me back to reality as I feel him slowly sliding out of me, and the sensation of my anus being forced open makes me wonder if maybe that isn't Charlie's dick that is trying to gain entry to my ass-hole. All the times he's fucked me in the ass, I've always stressed how important it is not to go back in my vagina, to men it's just another way to get off, but every woman knows that the dreaded UTI is a real threat if a dick ladened with anal bacteria goes back into their vaginas.

"NO," is all I can say as I struggle helplessly as I feel my ass-hole swelling itself to accept the unwanted intruder.

I can't believe what he's doing to me, and what's even more amazing is the way he gave me a whack on the back of my head. Again and again I told him how I wanted this to be as real as possible, and as I feel his dick stretching my ass wide open; I realize he was listening to my every word. That's what's so special about him; most men would be blindly pumping me now, but not Charlie, he's as into this moment just as much as I am.

"You're too big," I moan as I know virtually every other woman would be saying the same thing if they were where I am now.

Anal isn't for everyone, I can always tell the girls in the videos who have that grimacing smile are the ones who are being forced by the camera to act as though they are enjoying it. I guess it's just one of those things that you either love it or hate it, and luckily for Charlie, I'm one of those girls that get off on it as much as guys do. We're in the minority though; maybe one out of a hundred likes getting fucked in the ass, but when a guy finds one of us, they'll seldom go out looking for anyone else.

"Please stop," I whimper as I feel my bowels slowly being filled with his manhood.

I remember how horny I use to get looking at my brothers' naughty magazines, and then one day quite by accident I discovered a drawer full of cucumbers in the refrigerator while I was still in heat. Needless to say that's when my pussy started to be routinely stretched on a nightly basis, and as if that wasn't bad enough, it wasn't long before I started stuffing carrots and zucchini's up my ass too. If boys can jerk off two or three times a day, then girls should also be entitled to just as much pleasures as their male counterparts.

"OH GOD," is all I can moan as I feel his fingers pinching my clit.

If it wasn't for the massive organ between his legs, I'd swear Charlie was more like a girl than a guy. He just instinctively knows so well what drives me crazy, and as I feel his cock starting to slide in and out of my ass, the realization that I'm probably going to feel hot jets of semen filling deep inside my bowels as my own orgasm sweeps over me has me almost light headed with anticipation. The fact that this is how I usually get myself off again shows me just how intently my baby has been paying attention to what I like, and he'll be rewarded very handsomely for it too.

"It's not supposed to feel this good," I moan as I know some women would accidentally let it slip while at the same time being racked with guilt for feeling such pleasures at a time when they know they should be struggling to resist what's happening to them.

One of the unexpected pleasures from what is happening right now is the complete lack of communication that exists between us. Besides the slap on the back of my head, his dick is only other way I know that someone is actually standing behind me, and as such, it's just making this illusion seem even more realistic. Even the slapping sound of my cheeks as he pumps me faster and faster sends a shiver down my spine as both his dick and his fingers work their unholy magic on me. The soft moans my ears detect alerts me that he's getting close to ejaculating, and the near frantic movements of his fingers on my clit tells me he wants both of us to cum at the same time. Timing is everything when it comes to sex, and with Charlie lately, we've been able to get in sync as far as our orgasm's are concerned. It just has to be so rare that two lovers can cum at the same time, but somehow we've stumbled on a way to do it almost on a regular basis now.

"Please don't stop," I shamelessly whimper as I imagine myself locked in a basement being defiled by an unseen presence furiously fucking me in the ass as I scream out for him to go faster.

I wonder how many women who are actually kidnapped and gangbanged secretly succumb to what they're bodies are being forced to accept. Survival is an instinct that has virtually no peers when it comes to living for just another minute or two, and as I feel my ass-hole clamping tightly around my assailants organ as he relentlessly pushes me closer to my orgasm, I suddenly realize the monumental guilt that a woman could endure once freed and returned to her husband after being subjected to pleasures that's she knew she shouldn't have enjoyed so much.

Thank God this is just a contrived fantasy Charlie and I are acting out, because if it was really happening to me now, I'm afraid I'd be a willing participant once my pussy got wet. That terrible night proved to me and Charlie just what I'm capable when I get aroused, and the leering look on both men's faces as they stared at my soaking vagina caused such a rush of adrenalin in me that taking each one deep inside me was one of the thoughts that kept popping up in my head. The thought of Charlie watching as they pumped my ass and pussy full of cum caused me so much distress too, but the fact that it also excited me wasn't lost on my vagina either.

"OH GOD," I cry out as I feel my insides burning in a way that causes both pain and unmatched ecstasy as well.

This is what I live for now, and the sensation of his hot juices filling my ass reminds me why what's happening between Charlie and me is just so right for the both of us. Whether it was an accident of fate or Nature, all I know is that I've never known such pleasures with anyone like way I do with him. Even Donny on his best day would have left me frustrated after what my body has become accustomed to now, and luckily for me, my baby's appetite for anything carnal matches my own so perfectly too.

"I'm cumming," is all I can utter as I feel my bowels being bathed in warm milky semen while the first waves of my orgasm start to envelop me in a rapture of illicit pleasures.

Charlie just seems years ahead of where he should be for being a boy of only eighteen, I don't know if it's because his dick is so big or the fact he's effeminate in so many ways, but whatever it is, he's bringing me so much pleasure now that my body's struggling to absorb what's happening to it. Even my clit is screaming with delight with the way it is being molested, and as far as my ass-hole is concerned, it's absolutely convinced Charlie is a god sent from Olympus to service it like no mere mortal man could possibly ever do.

This is the time I love the most, my orgasmic convulsions slowly fading away as I still feel myself stuffed with my lovers still rock hard organ. Not one of my girlfriends would believe me if I told them that my lover's ability to keep an erection after ejaculating is unlike anything I've ever experienced, and his prowess for non-stop fucking truly makes him almost god like too. Such a pity my bff Amy Tolson couldn't feel his dick sliding in and out of her, I know for a fact that for her it would be a life changing event like it has for me.

"How can you still be so hard," I say spitting out my words just like anyone else would do if they were still impaled on a dagger that just refuses to comply with the rules of Nature.

In the beginning I tried to keep our sexual rendezvous confined to his bedroom, but his seemingly unquenchable thirst for fucking soon found him opening my bedroom door looking for even more pleasure. At first I felt uneasy fucking him in the same bed his father had taken me so many times before, but his ability to maintain an erection after my mouth or pussy had drained him completely soon convinced me of the folly of not taking advantage of such a gift. What better way is there for a woman to be awoken than with an eleven inch cock burrowing deep inside her pussy? The fact I was always wet wasn't lost on him either, but if Donny was here, he'd tell of all the times my mouth was riding up and down his dick because I wanted more too, just like my baby does to me now.

Ever so slowly I feel him pulling out of me, and as I struggle to picture my anus gaping wide open with thick pudding like clumps of semen oozing out of my ass-hole, the sudden thrust of his still rock hard organ deep inside my vagina startles me in a way that I had not prepared for. And all the times I told him pussy to ass, but never ass to pussy are blaring in my head as he his unexpected break from our routine has me unsure what to do. My concerns about getting a urinary infection seems to be fading with each stroke of his insatiable serpent, and as my vagina accepts whatever fate the bacteria world has waiting for her, I'm realizing just how satisfying it was to be fucked in the ass and then in the pussy. Of course, most men would need to recoup after blowing their load in their wives ass, but if a woman really wanted to feel what I'm experiencing now, she'd sneak into her son's room and shamelessly offer herself to him night after night. I bet nine out of ten offers would be gladly received too, and the lone exceptions would be attributed to the fact the one hold out is probably gay.

"Who are you," I moan as he settles into a rhythm that I know he can easily maintain for several minutes now.

"I'm a friend of Eddie and Mikey," he answers me in a voice that if I didn't know it was Charlie's I'd swear it was someone else.

"What did you say," I scream out totally surprised by what he just said to me.

He knows all my secrets, even the ones that I dare not share even with Amy have been shared with him too, and that remarkable bond that exists between us just seems to know no boundaries as he exploits a part of my life that still makes my pussy wet whenever I think about it. The truth that I so easily confided in Charlie is the fact that whenever I go into the auto parts store my brothers' own, the feeling of their eyes undressing me always leads to my panties getting soaking wet as they both try to hide the bulges in their trousers from me. It's as though all our teenage flirting is still waiting for us to cross that invisible line from fantasy to reality, and even though I've been riding Charlie's cock for the past several months, I still find myself compelled to go and tease two more dicks' that I know would fuck me if I only gave them the green light.

"You know you want to fuck them," he says in a voice more reminiscent of a very good Batman imitation.

The truth is that I've never found anyone who I could bare my most intimate wants and desires too, that is until Charlie, and even though we've become lovers, my admittedly dangerous obsession with having both my brothers' as my lovers was met with support and encouragement from him. Of course, the revelation that he and Rachael, Eddie's nineteen year-old daughter have been locked in a very sultry flirtation for the last few years made me realize just how adept he has become at manipulating events just like a woman would do.

I have to admit that I was a little jealous at the thought of him sliding his dick inside that skinny tart, but he admitted that the thought of Eddie and Mikey fucking me caused him both guilt and excitement at the same time, just like how I feel about sharing him with Rachael. It's getting complicated what the two of us are pushing each other toward, and you would think what we're doing together would satisfy us, but the truth is that thinking of Eddie, Mikey and Rachael joining us is fueling my sexual urges even more than the dick that's impaling me now.

"Just like you want to fuck Rachael," I say as if I turned some unseen switch on and instantly start getting pumped in a way that I know he won't be able to last much longer.

That's it baby, long deep strokes, and the slapping of his balls against my ass as his cock pumps me furiously tells me just how I'm going to exploit this new found weakness I've discovered about him. Although, he's probably going to do the exact same thing about Mikey and Eddie, after all, we're just so much a like when it comes to teasing each other. The truth is there just seems to be no limits to what our appetites for sexual pleasure are demanding from us, and willingly or not, we're both giving into urges that neither of us have the power to resist anymore.

"Hurry Charlie, you're mother just pulled in the driveway," I whisper hoping he picked up on what I just said.

"I'm cumming, Rach, I'm cumming" he moans as he gently wraps his arms around me as his organ fills my womb with his warm creamy seed.

*

It's been three days and I'm still not fully recovered from what we did Saturday night, and as I still try and digest every scrumptious detail, the thoughts and images that keep going over and over again in my head just seem to have locked me in a perpetual state of arousal. All it takes is a random thought and I start throbbing between my legs to the point where it's almost painful, and the most bizarre part about it is the fact my vagina isn't the driving force behind it. It's the doors Charlie opened when he forced me to confront my unfulfilled yearnings for bedding my own brothers' that is fueling my rage, and of course picturing Charlie's enormous organ sliding in and out of Rachael's pussy as her father and uncle double team me is an intricate part of it too.

It's funny how I never thought of her as a rival before, and truthfully, I don't think I actually do. Charlie is the one who has tried to plant those seeds in my head, and if he only knew the extent my imagination is doing to me as I picture that emaciated Lolita sucking my pussy clean after being filled with his cum. More and more I've noticed two young harlots servicing some lucky boy in Charlie's collection of videos, and after the way we pushed each other Saturday night, the obviousness of what he really wants hasn't been lost on me either.

"Hey Mom, check this out," I hear him call out to me from his bedroom.

The sight of him sitting naked at his computer immediately sucks the breath right out of me, and the beckoning of his enormous organ sticking straight up already has my vagina drowning in her own fluids. I bet every boy sitting at his computer jerking off wishes his mother was standing in the door way like I am now, and if push came to shove, I suspect a lot of those mothers have probably thought about doing it too. That's just the cruel reality that Mother Nature has played on women my age, we're paired with teenage boys hemorrhaging their hormones while our own urges match theirs in almost every way imaginable. And sadly, we're forbidden to even think about what they're doing behind their bedroom doors, even as our vaginas alert us to the pleasures that await us if we only turned the door knob and embrace pleasures that are so unimaginable.

"What's up," I say realizing immediately the double meaning of what I just said.

"This is the one I was telling you about," he says as he proudly displays the image of the young girl that he says could be my clone.

I don't know where this website finds these young maidens, but the image staring back at me makes no hint as to what this gorgeous young creature will be doing in a few more frames. The ankle length sun dress accented by a look of complete innocence has already made my vagina go into a state of near frenzy, and as I wait for this shy young nymph to transform herself into a sultry Lolita, I can't help but notice Charlie's organ literally throbbing with excitement. He knows full well what each click of the mouse is going to show me, and as I ready myself to be dazzled by yet another of his monstrous ejaculations, I can't help but to be seduced by the young beauty who does seem to possess an uncanny resemblance to me. Perhaps that is a woman's vanity speaking right now, but I've learned firsthand what appeals to my son, and seemingly shy young girls who mask their insatiable appetite for sex is what gets him off the most.
I guess I have to admit that I'm an enabler as far as his masturbating is concerned, and rather than have him milking that gorgeous organ behind a closed door, I've encouraged him to do what every other teenage boy does at least two or three times a day, but without that fear of being caught. Of course, that fear of being discovered is exactly what makes it all the more exciting for all those horny young boys jerking themselves off to pictures and videos on their computers, and the thought of their mother or sister intruding on them just makes them start to get ever bolder in wanting to get caught. I remember how Mikey and Eddie would walk around the house with a bulge in their sweat pants whenever Mom wasn't around, and as much as I wanted to open the door to their room to watch them masturbate, I just couldn't summon up the courage to ever do so.

Mom would have had a heart attack if she only knew how close I came to being ravaged by them, and oh so willingly too. I guess if I could only beam back in time, Charlie's cock wouldn't have been the first incestuous fucking my pussy had ever experienced. I wonder if it's too late to try, after all, they're both available now, and not dating anyone as far as I know. The fact they both salivate after me whenever I see them suggests they'd be open to finishing what we all never quite had the opportunity to consummate so long ago.

"She looks just like Miss Honey," I hear him say breaking me out of my sultry daydream.

For me, one of the more interesting revelations that have come to light is Charlie's infatuation for the children's movie Matilda. It's about a little girl with magical powers who is harassed by her unscrupulous parents played by Danny DeVito and Rhea Perlman, and it truly is a feel good move too. But all the times I caught Charlie watching it always made me wonder what it was about that movie that was so alluring to him, especially since he was watching it just a few days before our home invasion. Little did I know just how attracted he was to me, and especially the surrogate in that movie who he fantasized about as I naively sat across from him oblivious to what was really going on.

As I listened to him confess how he use to slide his sweat pants down and stroke himself as he imagined his cock sliding in and out of the gentle and timid young teacher who had befriended Matilda, I was totally blindsided by the fact he said that she's as close to being me than anyone he'd ever seen. At first I was stunned about how he could possibly compare me to that shy young creature that probably could barely make eye contact with a perspective lover, let alone even flirting with one. But as I scrutinized her character unlike any other I've ever seen, the perceptions Charlie had of her and me quickly began to make sense. I guess it's like hearing your own voice on a tape recorder, and if you didn't actually know it was you, you'd swear it was someone else's voice you were listening too.

Donny always use to say no one would believe him if he ever gave details of our love life to anyone, after all, who would suspect that the sweet looking young girl who blushed so easily would be capable of giving pleasures that most men only dream about. Even now I can't explain why I get so horny, I wonder if part of it might be due to all the times Mikey and Eddie use to get me so excited just before I'd go to bed. Both of them knew what they were doing to me too, and of course the fact I wanted to go into their room and fuck both of them told me early on just what kind of passion was burning between my legs, and I suspect Charlie's is a mirror image to mine too.

"Here comes the hot ones," he says as he shamelessly lubes the green masturbator sex toy I bought for him at the VIP store.

I just find it so irresistible that he can actually sit there stroking himself with me standing right next to him, and it just shows the level of trust he has in me that he can do something that I'm sure so many other teenage boys dream about as they explode nightly in the naughty towels that their mother's probably supply for them. I have to wonder how many women succumb to their urges and let their tongues lick the forbidden treat that Nature has left for them? Once Charlie turned eighteen, I had no qualms about feasting on his semen, and I'm sure I'm not the only mother who has done it too.

Frame by frame I watch as the beautiful young girl slowly pulls the sundress over her head, and like magic she's suddenly standing there with her small breasts and bald vagina appearing more like a startled juvenile virgin than the hot little vixen she really is. The fact this could be any girl just a block or two away that has been intruded upon by her horny brother makes it all the more erotic too, and I'd be curious as to just how often something like this really happens. I remember how I'd lay in bed every Saturday morning hoping either Mikey or Eddie would discover me with my naked body completely exposed, but sadly, the door knob never turned.

This just seems so surreal; here I am standing next to my teenage son who just happens to be naked, and he's showing me nude pictures of a girl who is obviously only eighteen or nineteen that he says is my double. I know that I've managed to turn back the clock through dieting, but if Charlie sees me like this, then how can my vanity possibly ignore this gift he's offering me. I defy any woman to turn away the surge of excitement that I'm feeling right now as I'm being compared to a beautiful young creature that could tempt any man with her beguiling charms.

"She's gorgeous," is all I can manage to come up with as I stare at the young Lolita looking back at me.

We've broken through so many of the barriers that ever existed between us, and because of it, we're able to share our most intimate desires without fear of ridicule or rejection. For me though, discovering just how much anxiety having a large penis can affect someone as young as Charlie was something that caught me totally off guard. I just assumed that having a big dick would give him a surge of confidence, and yet, when I discovered that he had Dr. Jameson give him a note excusing him from gym, I started to see the world through his eyes. I suppose it might be like a young girl with big breasts, we all assume that it's every girls dream to have big boobs; at least I did when I was a teenager, but not all girls view it that way. I remember how Ellen Sager hated all the attention she received because of the size of her tits, and all while I was despising my tiny A cup bra that she was probably so envious of too.

"I told you she looks just like you," he says slowly sliding the green sleeved masturbator up and down the full length of his glistening organ.

In the blink of an eye the little virgin has her legs wide open, and the dick that has her mouth and tongue preoccupied looks as big as Charlie's too. He knows my weaknesses so well, as I do his, and yet, our exploitations of each other's most secret wants and desires is met with an enthusiasm by each of us in a way that I'm sure most couples barely ever come close to discovering even in the longest of relationships. It's unbelievable the chemistry we have with each other, and to think that it's only been a matter of a few months makes me wonder just how much more we're both going to discover about each other.

Just the other night I let him watch me get myself off, and I still can't quite explain why it both frightened and excited me at the same time, but all I know is that the feeling of his eyes on me as I rubbed myself with that big black dildo buried all the way inside my pussy was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. Maybe part of it was because he wanted me to act as though he discovered masturbating, after all, don't a lot of women share their son's secret wish to be found out with their pussy's being worked by a large sex toy? All those nights where I'd be frantically pounding that artificial dick in and out of me as I prayed for the door knob to start turning seem like a hundred years ago. I even thought of leaving the door open just a little so he might hear my moans and want to investigate what I was doing, but of course I'd chicken out each time the moment presented itself to actually be done. I just think it's so ironic that we both were caught up in the same fantasy, and the truth is that both of us were so close to doing it too.

I can't put into words how much I adore the fact that he can sit there shamelessly stroking himself in front of me, and all while showing me graphic pictures of a skinny nymph with her legs spread wide open too. I guess I'm becoming just as addicted to looking at young pussy as he is, although, for me it's more about the young boys shooting their nasty tasty treat all over those young pussy's that's got me hooked. I guess the truth is we're both benefiting from looking at erotica; Charlie gets to fantasize about all those girls he'd like to fuck as my mouth is riding up and down his dick, and I get to imagine being locked in a room with three or four of those horny teenagers as I get my pussy stretched by him. We both win, and what's even more amazing is that we're sharing those intimate details with each other too, and that fear of being ridiculed or scolded is completely absent.

"Be careful with the keyboard," I say not wanting him to duplicate what he did a few weeks ago.

I imagine he's not the only teenage boy that's saturated a keyboard with semen, and as we contemplated bringing it in for repair, we decided it probably wiser to just buy another one. I suppose it's not all that uncommon either, after all, jerking off is just a part of every teenage boys life. I have to wonder what all those mother's out there think when they see the telltale signs of dried semen all over their son's keyboard? If they're still active sexually, they'll instantly know what it is, and they'll probably get their panties soaking wet because of it too.

"I couldn't help it," is all he says as my eyes monitor both the image on the screen and the speed at which the sex toy is now sliding up and down his cock.

I promised myself that I wouldn't come in here tonight, but the allure of knowing what he's doing at his computer is just something I don't seem to have an antidote for yet. Although some nights I can resist those terrible urges without giving it another thought, but nights like this one find me so susceptible to desires that are only being heightened by the graphic images on the computer of a girl that he says resembles me.

"Well, I guess I better take my robe off," is all I say letting him know where I expect his semen to land.

"This isn't as good as the real thing, but it's better than my hand," he says with just a hint that he'd rather be shooting it deep inside my pussy.

He's just so insatiable when it comes to fucking me; I know he wants more than two or three times a week, but the reality is that my vagina can only take so much pounding by him. Then again, he does have my sex drive, so jerking him off or sucking him seems like a reasonable solution to me. But he wants attention every night, and hard as I try not to, I always seem to end capitulating to not only his urges, but mine as well.

"That's what my pussy looks like when you're fucking it," I whisper in his ear as the skinny nymph on the screen gets a dose of a big dick buried deep inside her.

"Yeah, but this is what I really want," he says as he clicks the next image which shows a skinny nearly flat chested brunette joining the still fucking young couple.

Rachael, that's who you see, and the fact the fluids dripping down my thighs tells me just how much I'm enjoying this moment too. It's funny that I never equated his seemingly harmless teenage crush for his cousin would look anything like what I'm looking at now, and my being so oblivious to what he's been steering me towards again highlights just how much attuned he is to his feminine side. Most guys would just blurt out what turns them on, but Charlie is different, and I'm learning to appreciate just how special he really is.

"Where are we going to find a girl that will suck your balls and lick my pussy," I say as feelings of Saturday night's Tsunami of emotions start to overpower me in a way that seems almost supernatural in nature now.

Poor skinny Rachael, I guess I'm being hard on her because she reminds me so much of myself at that age, and the simple truth that she and I have been mistaken for mother and daughter many many times were never lost on me either. She has no tits, and that ultra-small ass of hers just makes me jealous every time I see it too. But that gorgeous smile and little girl charm always melts my heart, and the thought of such a sensitive young creature being impaled by the monstrosity sticking up between my son's legs is already being added to the list of fantasies that I'll get myself off too.

"She wants too, but she's afraid," he says slowing his hand as he becomes aware just how far my female intuition has already taken me.

I always wondered what they were up too before I get home from work, and the image of her delicate hands sliding up and down her own cousin's dick instantly appears in my head. The truth is they've always been close, and when her mother disappeared with her secret lesbian lover ten years ago, it was me who wouldn't allow her to go home alone until Eddie got home from work. And even now being a freshman in college, more often than not, I see her car pulling away as I'm making my turn onto our street.

"That tight little pussy of hers must be screaming to be stretched," I say as I realize the KY glistening on his cock is going to prevent me from taking him in my mouth.

That's why he seems to be lasting longer lately, she's milking him before I get home from work, and then he confidently fucks me like a lover many years his senior would do knowing full well he wouldn't suffer from pre-ejaculation like he did in the beginning. Is it him or her that is so devious, or is devious even the right word to use to describe what's going on now. Whatever it is, I'm finding the notion of that little vixen is working up the courage to actually take such a large penis inside her very alluring to say the least.

"I want more than just her mouth and hands" he says clicking the next image of the Rachael like maiden with a dick half buried inside her vagina.

The thought of my mouth feasting on her pussy as thick wads of semen oozes out of her nearly buckles my knees, and the motion of the masturbator starting to go faster as he pictures himself buried deep inside his cousin tells me my time for being smeared with all his delicious nectar is almost at hand. How all my friends can say how disgusting a squirting dick is beyond me, and I suspect Rachael is more like me than them.

"Does she get on her knees so you can shoot it all over her face and tits," I say assuming the position that I know she must do a few times a week.

"OH GOD," he moans as a massive load of cum is blasted all over my face.

Every woman should be subjected to what's happening to me now, and even though most of them would probably still detest it, I'm sure there would be a few converts who would become addicted to it just as much as I am. How can they possibly ignore such a gift from Mother Nature, especially when it's being shot out of a dick as big as this one?

"Don't worry baby, she'll be riding your dick and sucking my pussy shortly," I say as I lather my hands so my mouth and tongue will know the taste of the delicacy that he just gave me.

*

Like a leaky faucet slowly surrendering one drop at a time, Charlie finally revealed to me the true extent of what he and Rachael have been doing the last few weeks. In a way it's partly my fault, if it wasn't for the surge of confidence I've given him these past several months, I'm quite sure he would have been too timid to even contemplate seducing Rachael the way he did. But once his dick started being sucked and fucked by me on a regular basis, that fear of being rejected by her evaporated once he grasped just how much the allure of her seeing just how big his cock really is, after all, if his own mother couldn't resist it, how could his sultry cousin? God really should have given him a pussy too; he just seems to know all our catty ways as though he was one of us, and his magnificent ability to lure us like we do to men is just so incredible. Poor Rachael never had a chance either; the sight of him sitting at his computer stroking that beautiful organ of his was just too much for her, and the accompanying blasting of his ejaculation all over his keyboard as she stood mesmerized sealed her fate, just like it sealed mine a few months ago. A big dick coupled with a lot of semen is just too much for any woman to resist, and the fact that even the implications of fucking a family member would probably only sway the most radical from surrendering to those unrelenting urges that would descend on them.

As much as I fear being found out by her, the thrill of hearing Charlie describe every scrumptious moment in such graphic detail like only a woman knows how's to do has literally ratcheted up my sexual arousal to the point that I'm beyond caring if I'm discovered by her now. After all, she's sixty-nineing him every chance she gets, and the difference between whether my pussy or her mouth is being used on his dick won't much matter if she ever reveals my secret to anyone. The truth is she's just like me now, and the thought of seeing her skinny ass sliding up and down Charlie's cock makes me ache every time I think about it too.

For me now, I've become obsessed with the thought of somehow bringing the three of us together as lovers. Even though there's a part of me that almost feels like I'm being used as a pawn, the images of that skinny girl who looks like Rachael lapping cum out of the other girl's juicy hole just keeps haunting me to the point where that's the only thing that I think about now. And to make matters worse, the only videos and pictures that really excite me now are the ones where two girls are servicing some lucky boy, just as though Charlie had planned it too. He's manipulating me, and I suspect Rachael as well in a way that both of us are just helpless to resist, that is even if we wanted too.

*

"Lift it all the way up and count to three, and then slowly let it back down again," Rachael says as I struggle to comprehend what I'm looking at isn't just an erotic dream that I'll wake from frustrated and horny.

This is only the third time we're working out together and already it's obvious that there's more going on here than just two women working out together. Usually I stick to just the treadmill and Pilates as my primary source of exercising, but when Charlie told me that Rachael was working part time at Planet Fitness, the idea of using Donny's gym room as a catalyst to see if she would be receptive to my advances just seemed to perfect to pass up. Evidently my instincts were correct, and the thought of getting my tongue between this skinny nymphs legs has my poor vagina in a near state of hysterics. The first time we worked out we both wore baggy sweat pants and T-shirts, and as much as I wanted to wear just my skin tight black leotards, the sound of that little voice whispering inside me urged me to move cautiously. But by the second workout, the throbbing of my vagina soon persuaded the rest of my body to ignore all the arguments that were being offered up as valid reasons why I shouldn't wear my most sensuous body suit, and the look on Rachael's face as I walked into the room virtually naked only validated what my vagina had already figured out.

I could see it in her eyes how aroused she had become, and the telltale sign of her nipples sticking out of her t-shirt like two darts merely confirmed it too. It was absolutely electrifying what we were both experiencing, and as our workout progressed, that unmistakable aroma of two vaginas overheating filled the room with a fragrance that just seemed so intoxicating too. That invisible wall that had to be breached before I could push her do things that are only whispered in the night had clearly crumbled, and the thought of lapping her pussy filled with Charlie's cum just drove me to a level of arousal that seemed to have no limits. Of course, once I was sitting at my desk doing all the mundane clerical jobs at work, fear and doubt soon overwhelmed me as I struggled to accept what was happening was actually occurring. Charlie and I were already taking so many risks, and to bring another family member into our world of forbidden pleasures just seemed too risky. And as I sat there agonizing about what to do, the vibration of my phone receiving a text message as though sent from heaven broke me from my despair. 'Auntie, can't wait for tonight,' the message appeared before my eyes. And a few seconds later, 'hope you won't mind if I work out el natural' was staring back at my disbelieving eyes.
Even now, I still can't get over how casually she slid her sweat pants down her legs exposing her bald vagina to me, and then the added sight of het flat stomach and equally flat chest slowly being revealed to me nearly made me faint. She has that gorgeous teenage body that both men and boys drool over as they stroke themselves feverishly to ejaculate, and then fantasize about later when they're fucking their wives and girlfriends with those illicit images still fresh in their heads. It's a vicious circle what Mother Nature has done to us, and just when we start to feel secure with our significant other, the sight of a seductive creature built like Rachael literally turns our world upside down.

I hear my friends talking all the time about the porn they're husbands have hidden on their computers, and a few of them openly admit that they'd rather have their guys jerking off to pictures and videos of teenage Lolita's than soiling them. I wince whenever I hear them say it out loud, but that website Charlie showed me with all those young girls even makes me feel a vulnerability that I thought I was immune from ever feeling. I remember the power I had over my brothers' when I was a young girl, and that fear of getting older is a companion that is just so unrelenting at the age I am now. Not Rachael though, she struts around with a confidence that has always made me green with envy, and since she turned eighteen, she's even managed to cast a spell over her own father and uncle too. Maybe that's why in the last year my feelings for her have cooled a bit; I was just so uncomfortable watching her prance around in a string bikini that I know wouldn't be tolerated at any public beach and all while Eddie, Mikey and Charlie all tried to hide the obvious affects it was having on them. And yet, each time Eddie invited me and Charlie over to use his pool, my vagina rejoiced as my conscience battled urges deep inside me that always ended up with me capitulating to desires that I just couldn't ignore.

"Don't you just love being naked," she says as my eyes marvel at what is being offered to them.

I think she called it the bench press what she's doing now, but my eyes are more preoccupied with sight of her vagina glistening than the unwanted distraction of her lifting weights in front of me. And even now as she just pulled her legs up exposing that luscious gash even further, the trembling of my legs reveals just how taken I am by the sight of a young girls pussy. It's no mistake God made our reproductive organs so delicate, and matching the gentleness of our gender so precisely too, unlike Adam's phallic like dagger that seems almost violent for the purpose it was really meant to do.

"Do you always work out in the nude," I ask as I let my knee gently make contact with her vagina.

The sudden response of her pussy being touched instantly sends a shudder throughout her whole body, and the movement of her hips instinctively starting to grind against my knee tells me just how attuned the two of us are to what's happening now. That urge to slide my tongue up and down her juicy slit is building uncontrollably too, and of course the thought of her tongue molesting me has my vagina lathering herself in her own juices as well.

"Always," she replies almost in a low moan, and then quickly adds, "Daddy and uncle Mikey certainly don't mind."

Oh my God, suddenly the image of both Eddie and Mikey working out in the basement when we were kids sends a jolt of excitement surging throughout my entire body. I remember how frightened I use to get too, and the most amazing part about my fear was that it wasn't being afraid of them that rattled me so much, it was my own urges that I was battling each time I stood watching their muscles flexing with my vagina on fire. They knew what they were doing to me too, and the skin tight gym shorts that ultimately became choice of dress, as well as the enormous bulges from their erections fueled so many orgasms for me as my fingers ravaged me night after night imagining them taking turns molesting me.

I just find it so inexplicable that the three of us didn't cross over to that land of forbidden pleasures, after all, our hormones were peaking due to Nature's demand that we copulate, and the fact we were siblings doesn't seem like a strong enough argument for two hard dicks' and a virgin pussy to simply ignore. Of course, the fact that Mom kept a short leash on me when she knew I was downstairs suggests she was well aware of what was transpiring between the three of us, and especially after she caught me bringing a cucumber glistening with my own fluids back to the vegetable drawer.

You would think I would have been mercilessly scolded by her too, but the truth is she merely took it from my grasp in such a gentle manner and watched in disbelief as her hand slowly slid up and down the length of the green surrogate that had been just buried deep inside me a matter of just minutes before. After that night I felt so emboldened too, and felt no embarrassment as I brought back ever larger cucumbers and zucchinis to the basket as she and I scoured the aisles together in ShopRite. I can still remember the feeling of my vagina throbbing as her hand added four bottles of KY lubricant to the basket, and the relief my anus felt as it knew I no longer would have to sneak that magical elixir out of her nightstand any more.

The strangest thing is that there was never anything verbally communicated between the two of us either, looking back though, the unscheduled trip to the gynecologist where I received my first prescription for the birth control pills just seemed like an unlikely coincidence, especially since it was the very week she caught me with that sensuous vegetable. Needless to say, her unspoken approval for my vagina to know the pleasures that only a stiff cock can bring to it were nearly met with both my brothers' getting exactly what they had been shamelessly scheming for so many months before, and of course the fact I was just as complicit as they were wasn't lost on her as well.

I guess I never appreciated until now just how close I came to fucking Eddie and Mikey, maybe that's why it was so easy for me to take Charlie as my lover, after all, the seeds of incestuous pleasures had already been planted so many years before. Of course, the size of Charlie's dick made it nearly impossible for me to resist its advances on my body already ravaged by years of celibacy, and the aroma of my nieces vagina only illustrates how easy it is to give into forbidden desires once that wall of moral arguments has been obliterated.

"Do they still wear those skin tight shorts when they work out," I ask as my knees buckle forcing me to be on eye level with a creature that has proved to have complete dominance over virtually every member of my family.

"Not since I turned eighteen," she says as she spreads her legs wide open with her delicate flower begging for my mouth and tongue to feast on it.

I remember how I was right on the verge of giving into my incestuous desires when out of nowhere Donny came into my life. It caused me such terrible conflictions too, and as much as I wanted to surrender myself willingly to Eddie and Mikey, the thought that I'd be cheating on both them and Donny stopped me short of actually consummating what the three of us had been planning. Of course, needless to say that after three dates I was fucking Donny like a wild woman, and the sadness in my brothers' faces as they accepted what they had lost haunted me for years.

"Do you work out with them," I ask as I watch her slide her fingers deep inside herself, and then slowly pull them out coated with her juices.

The offering of her fingers to my mouth and tongue are just too good to be true, and instantly I detect the taste and smell vaginal fluids mixed with semen. I've tasted my own pussy too many times after Charlie fucked me to be wrong about this, and the thought that the only other way she could have gotten such a delectable treat pumped inside her was from her own father and uncle makes me want to bury my face between the legs of this very naughty Lolita.

"Can you taste it," she says as she spreads her legs even wider.

I've marveled at how well Charlie has mastered the art of cunnilingus in such a short time, and as my face is only inches from a pussy that is so young, the thought of his tongue giving me numbing pleasures after he filled me with his seed makes me suspect my pussy wasn't the only one that he was practicing on either. Then again, he admitted that they just sucked each other, an admission that I can't believe is true from what I'm looking at now. This innocent looking young seductress even has me under her spell, so how could Charlie possibly resist what even I can't.

"That's it auntie, suck all of Daddy's cream out of me," she moans as my mouth and tongue work their unholy magic on this skinny tarts vagina.

There's no mistake about it, this pussy's been filled with semen in the last hour, and the thought of her knowingly giving it to her father and uncle like I almost did so many years ago is driving me wild. I was so close too, and if it wasn't for the fact that I was tutoring Donny for his SATS, who knows if I would have even gotten involved with him either. I thought I was just so invisible to Donny too, but when he asked me out, I just knew I couldn't have a boyfriend and fucking my own brothers' at the same time.

"Where's uncle Mikey's cream," I ask as I feel myself starting to lose control of any lingering inhibitions that are left inside me.

It was only a couple of weeks ago when Mom and I were out for lunch that she made a startling revelation to me, we were talking about how the bond of twins is almost supernatural in nature, and she described in exquisitely explicit detail the time she accidentally caught Eddie and Mikey lying side by side stroking themselves while watching a dirty movie. To hear her admit that she couldn't move until they ejaculated made my panties soaking wet, and I suspect hers as well too. What was even more amazing is that she said if it wasn't for Donny coming into my life, the three of us would probably still be living at home and fucking each other's brains out. Just hearing my own mother acknowledging that she knew exactly what was going on turned out to be such a turn-on for me, and even at forty-one, that little bit of feeling like I got caught doing something I shouldn't have still resonates with me even now. Why wouldn't it either, here I am sucking her granddaughter's pussy as if it's normal for an aunt to do to her niece, while the lingering taste and smell of her own son's semen is still fresh in her granddaughter as well.

That brings up something that's been bothering me for over a year now, and the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced it wasn't just a coincidence either. Last summer when I watched as Rachael walked around virtually nude at Eddie's house, it was good old Mom that kept stoking the fires of my jealousy by pointing out how she could be a Victoria's Secrets model one day. And as I think about it now, she made sure that all our eyes stayed glued on this little tart's body.

"Daddy likes it when he's fucking me and I'm giving uncle Mikey a blowjob," she moans as she pulls my head against her soaking vagina.

That would have been me twenty years ago I'm sure, and truthfully, right now, I wish I had done it too. The only difficulties would have been keeping their names straight when I would cum, other than that, I'm sure my pussy and ass could have handled both dicks' without breaking a sweat. And besides, with what I know now, Mom would have gotten off on it too, the allure of watching her own children fucking would have been too irresistible for her to resist. Of course, now I have to wonder if she's watching her Victoria's Secret granddaughter get it on with her own sons'.

"Please auntie, make me cum," she begs me as my tongue searches out the little knob that God reluctantly added to our vagina's out of guilt for making Adam's organ so much easier to give pleasure too.

A thousand times I've looked in the mirror and stroked my own clit to the point of screaming so loud the police would be called to investigate who was being assaulted, anyway, that was always my fear that Charlie and the neighbors would hear my moans as I tried to pleasure myself. I'm sure I'm over exaggerating too, but when that little knob of pleasure is awakened, I dare any man to compare their organs spitting semen to the delight we feel as wave after wave smothers us with untold promises of rapture like orgasms.

"That's it auntie, you got it now," she moans as her hips get in rhythm with my tongue.

The secret that women keep to themselves is that men simply don't know how to suck pussy; Donny would lap me blindly like he was a dog licking its favorite treat. I don't know about the twins, but besides Charlie, I suspect that they love fucking pussy but don't have a clue about eating it. Although, I should be fair and wait till they've sucked mine, and then render judgment about how well they did.

"I'm cumming Auntie, I'm cumming," she moans only like a girl who is being bathed in the forbidden delights of an illicit climax brought on by her own aunt's tongue.

*

"Hi Mom," I say as I enjoy the benefits of still lying in bed on a beautiful Sunday morning.

The fact I'm nearly covered from head to toe with Charlie's dried semen just makes it all the brighter too, and that naughty feeling of talking to my mother as memories of what I did with her grandchildren last night is already stirring my kitty from her sleep. It's like I can't separate that video I'm so infatuated with from what the three of us did either; of course, the reality is that we were all watching it playing as we indulged ourselves in acts that I doubt even the adult film industry could possibly replicate. I know in all my years of watching sex videos, I never saw anything even come close to what the three of us did together.

Pussy's and ass-holes being drilled by a dick that is just too big to fit inside orifices that tiny, and yet, Rachael and I managed to get both our insatiable holes pumped for hours without a whimper from either one of us. What amazed me the most was how horny Rachael was after I made her cum at least twice downstairs, and her ability to want even more after having her father and uncle earlier just seems so incredible to me. But I remember when I was her age, Donny had to literally beg me to calm myself after one of our fucking marathons, and the thought of going home and letting my brothers' ride me was never far from a possibility either.

But now as I lay here thinking somewhat objectively about all her claims about taking her father and uncle as her lovers, I'm wondering if it was more a case of her just wanting to turn the sexual pressure up even more between the three of us. After all, what Charlie and I are doing together came about more by as an accident of fate, and for me to believe that she could actually being doing all the things she says she's doing with her father and uncle just doesn't seem possible. But then again, what she and I did together last night doesn't seem possible either.

"Did you enjoy your workout with Rach," she asks as I wonder just how much she really knows about what we did last night.

That girl was just so unbelievable too, she pulled Charlie's dick out of my ass and sucked it like there was no hint of the nasty place it just had been buried in. And to Charlie's complete surprise, as his cock was pumping in and out of my ass, she slid her finger in his as well, and the three of us looked in the mirror as she gave him his first prostate exam, and the unmistakable look of pure ecstasy was written all over his face too. He liked it, and at first I was shocked by it, but if his anus is anything like mine, then no wonder he was moaning so loudly as he felt two pleasures overpowering his body so completely.

"I can see why Eddie and Mikey like working out with her so much," I say wondering if all her claims of servicing her father and uncle might actually have some validity to them.

Oh my God, I didn't think until now about how casually Rachael slid her finger into Charlie's ass-hole, and having watched hundreds if not thousands of videos, I've never seen a girl do what she did last night. There's more here than just a nineteen year-old girl that's super horny, and as my mind is trying to comprehend exactly what is going on, I can't help but feel that my mother might be a part of it.

"She reminds me so much of you at that age, and once she gets going, there's just no stopping her," she says as I peel back the sheets and examine my semen encrusted body.

I remember the time Donny and I skipped school and spent the morning fucking in my bed room, Mom was at work, and the twins were at school too, so it seemed the perfect place for two teenagers in heat to relieve themselves from the ravages of their hormones. It was absolutely incredible knowing that we were doing something so naughty in my own bed, and as I got up and went downstairs with semen smeared all over my face and in my hair, the sight of my mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee nearly made me collapse with fright.

I wonder how many times this has happened to other teenage girls? But for them, yelling and screaming would surly have followed after the discovery of what they were really doing in their bedroom came to light. Obviously, the sight of me standing there naked with thick globs of cum all over me should have triggered some reproach from her, but all she did was calmly sit there as I felt her eyes going up and down my body in a way mother's aren't supposed to do to their own daughter's. Even now, I still can feel the goose bumps as I stood there frozen in place as my mind searched for what to do, and to my complete surprise, all she said was no wonder Donny found me so appealing.

I guess that should have tipped me off to just how kinky she was, and as I retrieved a Pepsi from the frig, she told me not to mind the sound of the vacuum cleaner and just keep doing what I was doing. At first Donny was freaked, but as my mouth and pussy rode him to the sound the vacuum cleaner right outside my door, he quickly came around to feeling just how exciting it was to be fucking me with my mother just a matter of a few feet away. After that, whenever I knew the twins weren't going to be home for a while, I'd make sure Donny was pulling into the driveway as they were pulling out. That feeling of exhilaration we both felt as we blatantly made it so obvious to her what our plans were for the day, and the sensation of her eyes locked on Donny's jeans bulging with an erection just made our lovemaking all the more enjoyable too. It finally reached the point where I simply walked around the house naked as I waited for Donny's arrival, and the nipples sticking out of her blouse just confirmed what I already suspected about her too. She was horny, and why wouldn't she be, after all, she'd been celibate for as far as I can remember. It had to take a toll on her body, and back then, Donny and I just rationalized that once she found a boyfriend, her need to listen to us fucking would be replaced with sounds of her own moans as she finally found relief for her frustrated vagina. That was our theory anyway, and as our relationship progressed, it became apparent that she wasn't going alter her behavior either. I felt so sad for her too, and once we married, buying a house and getting pregnant became our sole focus. We just hoped one day there would be talk of dating by her, but sadly there never was.

"Well, if you had just cracked the door a bit when Donny was fucking me, you would have seen how insatiable I was" I say as my fingers gently start searching for my already swollen knob.
Can you believe it, I'm horny again, and what's driving it is even more amazing too, I'm getting off talking to my own mother, and there's no illusion that we both know exactly what's going on either. She knows everything of what we did last night too, and as I feel a most incredible orgasm approaching me, the thought of her watching me getting fucked fills my head completely. She gets off on it too, and I bet I wasn't the only one she spied on either, her admission a few weeks ago about accidentally catching Eddie and Mikey jerking off wasn't an accident, I'm just so sure of it now.

"I finally accepted that my compulsion for voyeurism had to be embraced rather than be denied, and after living with guilt for so long, the freedom of feeling my eyes feast on what can only be described as God's most beautiful nymphs enjoying themselves brought a peace to me unlike anything I have never known," she says as I detect a tension in her voice that is unfamiliar to anything I've ever heard before.

She likes to watch, and that explains why she was so cool to Donny when we first started dating, I guess I ruined her plans of watching me being fucked by Eddie and Mikey. And as much as she wanted to open my door and watch Donny fucking me, the fact it wasn't the twins fucking me stopped her from getting what she needed. But she had to watch something back then, and as my vagina is on the verge of surrendering herself to yet another orgasm, the need to hear her recite what she did see is the only way I'm going to able to get myself off.

"Please, Please tell me about watching them jerk off," I moan not even attempting to hide the fact my fingers are frantically rubbing my naughty place without a hint of shame either.

"Rub your pussy, and Mommy will get you off," she says as my desperation to hear one of her stories is becoming almost painful for me now. "I use to rub their bodies with baby oil as they lay on my bed watching a movie I picked out for them; it was so hard finding girls with small breasts that looked like you, most boys prefer big boobs, after all, X-rated actresses built like you and Rachael weren't exactly in high demand back then," she says as my fingers try and stall my climax to match what she's going to tell me.

She's right though, small tits have only become popular since the internet has exploded on the world, and the websites Charlie showed me are dominated by girls built like me rather than the typical big boobed girls that appeared in Hustler and Penthouse back then. I could see it in those men's' eyes who broke in my house, and the way that woman tried to vilify me for looking more like a teenager just proved it too. A lot of guys won't admit it, but secretly they all love looking at girls that are built just like their own daughter's.

"They were always so excited that they virtually exploded with just a few strokes, and then I'd massage all that creamy goo all over their gorgeously toned young bodies, and between the movie playing and my hand sliding up and down their dicks, it didn't take long before they were rock hard again," she says as my imagination focuses on every minute detail she's describing to me.

She actually wrapped her hand around their cocks' and stroked them too; I wonder what else she did? Is that your secret Samantha, you can only have sex with your own children, and evidently gender doesn't matter either. I'll goggle it later for sure, but now my need to get off demands that I hear more of what she use to do as I naively lived under the same roof with this closet nymphomaniac.

"What were you wearing," I ask as that first time Charlie saw me naked flashes in my head.

Can there be anything more exhilarating for a mother than to have her own son see her naked? Especially the ones who work out and try to be just as alluring as that little teenage slut who lives next door. I'm not saying it's something that is consciously driven either, but the truth is that when you have a horny teenage son living with you under the same roof, things can get out of hand pretty quickly. One of my friends confided in me that she thought her son was masturbating all over her panties, and I could tell by her body language that she enjoyed the thought of it, but she was also racked with guilt because of it too.

"The same thing you're wearing now," she says confirming my suspicions about her.

Of course she had too, two boys naked stroking themselves as they watched couples fucking would get old after a while. But the sight of her naked certainly would have kept things hot, and no doubt she did more than just pose for them too. How could I not have not seen this happening back then? The truth is I was just too busy getting off teasing her that I forgot about what she was up to with the twins, she needed to get off just as much as I did, and no doubt she had no other choice but to fill in for the void left by me choosing Donny as my lover rather than the twins.

"All boys want to see Mommy's pussy," I say knowing full well that is the dirty little secret every mother knows so well.

"Especially when they're jerking off," she instantly responds.

Can you imagine if there was a secret poll taken at all the high schools of what all those horny boys really wanted to look at when they were jerking off? I'm sure half of them would say the sight of their own mother spreading herself wide open would be on the top of the list too. And I'm sure girls have that same secret desire about their fathers and brothers as well. It's just human nature, and from what I'm hearing now, it's the nature of my family too.

"Tell me more," I plead as my need to hear the specifics of what they all did together starts to play in my head like a sultry movie.

"They both loved having me lathering their faces with their own cream, and then when I started making them jerk each other off, that need to see them covered in each other's semen just became too overwhelming for me," she moans as I know exactly what her fingers are doing to her now.

I know twins are supposed to be close, but the notion that they jerked each other off just blows me away. This is getting out of hand now, and just when I thought I reached the pinnacle of lust in my family, another shocking revelation comes out of nowhere. Not that the thought of them jerking each other bothers me either, but you just never hear about straight guys doing it. This all has me so intrigued, and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be thinking about as ever more details come to the surface.

I remember how some of my friends use to ask me if the twins were gay, after all, they've always reminded me of Bjorn Borg when he was a teenager, and as much as I use to try and deny it to myself, the truth was that they were both absolutely gorgeous. Janey Peters called them pretty boys, and she said how they reminded her so much of Brad Pitt in the movie Troy, and all the times I use to watch that movie with her words echoing in my head always ended up with the same conclusion, they jerked off to pictures of girls in magazines while perusing me relentlessly, so the notion that they might be gay just seemed absurd, but looking back at what I know now, I wonder if perhaps they're possibly bi-sexual.

"They actually jerked each other off," I say hardly believing what my ears just communicated to me.

"Do you know how many times I caught them with their mouth's riding up and down each other as they sniffed your panties while looking at those Penthouse magazines," she tells me further throwing me into even a deeper quagmire of sensuous delights.

It makes perfect sense too, who else knows how to give the ultimate blowjob than another guy, and the most fascinating part about is that they were sniffing my panties saturated with Donny's semen. I always thought she was the one getting off on my soiled panties, Donny would have freaked if he had known all the times he jerked off in them that it was the twins who were the benefactors of the sultry gifts we left to be discovered. This obsession that we all seem to share with semen and vaginal fluids just seems so unbelievable, and the fact Charlie and Rachael have those very same cravings just makes it seem like it's part of our family DNA.

"I would have loved to have seen them sucking each other back then," I say as the thought of all those horny young boys in the Mall sucking each other off as the price they'd have to pay before they could slide inside some young girl's pussy.

If I had the ability to promote a website, it would center on each scene with two gorgeous young Lolita's, and two equally attractive young boys with dicks' as big as Charlie's being required to make each other cum before they could get at all that young pussy. No hand jobs either, unless of course if their mouths and tongues were all in on it too. Just the thought of watching something like that is causing me to tremble, and no doubt I'm sure I'm not the only woman who feels this way too. The truth is I certainly had no problems sucking Rachael's little pussy either, and the thought of a double standard seems almost comical now too. I guess I just thought guys immune from doing the things that are being described to me, and although Eddie and Mikey were only teenagers back then, the thought of them actually blowing each other was something I'd never guess in a million years.

"My favorite way of getting them off was when I would whisper in one's ear about you walking around the house pasted with Donny's cum as the other's mouth slid up and down his dick, they both easily ejaculated three or four times in some of our more erotic sessions too," she says as I wish I had been able to see it for myself.

"They shot it in each other's mouths," I ask as my ability to placate my vagina any longer has finally been defeated by the sounds of my moans alerting me to the arrival of my orgasm.

"Many times," I hear her respond as though she were a million miles away.

"I'm cumming Mommy, I'm cumming," I moan as what she just said makes me explode internally with the image of Bjorn Borg's mouth sliding up and down some young boys penis as my finger gently gets me through the rest of this unbelievable orgasm.

*

It's been nearly three days since I've learned that my brothers' have indulged themselves in sex acts that most people would characterize as homosexual in nature, and yet, I know firsthand their preoccupation with pussy, especially mine. For me as a woman the thought of a gorgeous straight guy wrapping his lips around the cock of another equally attractive straight male gives me goose bumps every time I think about it. And for the last two days I've watch numerous videos of two boys having sex with one girl, and as much as I hoped I would see one of those young boys pulling his cock out of the girl's pussy and ejaculating in the other boy's mouth, it just never happened. That old double standard between men and women applies just as equally to sex videos as it does to everything else.

I'm not surprised though, men are the ones who decide what's goanna be shot, and they're certainly not going to alienate all those middle aged males out there jerking off thinking about their neighbors daughter being double teamed, and then watch in disgust as one of the boys takes a cumshot in his mouth. I know it wouldn't be prudent from a business perspective either, but that's the exact thing women would love to see. At least I would, and I'm sure there are a lot of others out there that think just like I do.

I certainly know if I had two male lovers I would hope that the three of us would be so in sync with each other that the thought of giving pleasure wouldn't be tied strictly to just our own gender. Just thinking about it now has my hands trembling too, and to think what I'm going to see once Eddie, Mikey and I hook up is starting to consume me just like it did when Charlie would walk around the house with that monstrous erection exposed to me. The truth is I can't wait to see it, and just the thought of watching one of them giving me a kiss with a mouth full of semen makes me wet with anticipation too.

Remarkably, when I shared everything I've learned about his uncles with Charlie, I could hear his feminine side dissecting all the arguments that could be made about what they were doing was wrong. Sometimes, I swear God played a cruel joke on him by giving him the insight of a woman, and the dick of a porn star, and hearing him say out loud that men are scared to death at the thought of even contacting their own semen, let alone another male's proved to be so very liberating for me. He validated my own views, and the thought of seeing his dick with a pair of male lips wrapped around it just heightens my excitement even more now.

One of the things he said that was so unexpected for me to hear was listening to him admit that he's been curious about what it would be like to actually give a blowjob. It just melted my heart as he sheepishly worked up the courage to overcome that sense of vulnerability about doing something that is just so taboo for a heterosexual male. Just his inner awareness and trust in me to be able to express something so personal like that just seems so remarkable considering he's only eighteen, and the fact that he's mastered eating pussy so well tells me he'd suck dick just as good as I do in no time too.

"Sam's here," I hear Charlie alerting me to the arrival of my mother.

Just looking at her approaching me I can't help but notice that my vagina is reacting the exact same way it did when it knew Rachael was going to be its new lover. It was so obvious from the way we both got each off over the phone that it would just be a matter of time before our mouth's tasted each other's nectar, and as much as I know I shouldn't be attracted to a woman her age, my eyes feel so conflicted because of how young she appears.

Instantly, I notice that she's wearing a black body suit under her sweater just like the one I wear when I work out, and as my eyes transmit the data for my brain to process, I feel my vagina already rendering her opinion as well. As incredible as it may seem, the thought of seeing my own mother virtually nude is exciting me, and for all those times when I shamelessly posed in front of her in the nude, there was always a part of me that wished she that she had been naked too.

At sixty-two, she could easily pass for a woman ten or fifteen years younger, and God forbid if Charlie or Rachael ever called her grandma I think she'd have a heart attack. I guess that's where I get my genes from for still looking so young, and of course, the twins as well. It still boggles my mind that she's never made any attempt at dating, and yet, from what I've just learned about her recently, she may be incapable of maintaining a so called normal relationship with a man. For whatever reason, her need to just watch, and no doubt masturbate as her children and grandchildren have sex is her only sexual outlet as far as I know. But something tells me that Eddie and Mikey were rewarded handsomely for all the shows they put on for her, and I have no doubt her pussy was part of it. Luckily for her, she's in for a very special treat tonight, although, I suspect that's why she made arrangements for coming over in the first place.

"You certainly look scrumptious," she says to me dismissing any false pretenses as to why she wanted to see to me and Charlie tonight.

Of course, the fact I have my mini-black robe on with just the bottom button keeping my kitty from being exposed isn't lost on her either. Why pretend, we both know she wants to see me and Charlie fucking, and especially since she now knows how big his dick is. I have no doubt Rachael shared every salacious detail with her, and probably her father and uncle too, It doesn't matter though, there all goanna see it soon enough anyway. The telltale signs of her nipples sticking out of the material of her sweater just further eliminate any doubts about why she is here, as if I didn't already know. She's always reminded me of that actress Barbara Hershey, and even now her jet black hair and slim figure could still rival that actress when she was in her prime. Of course, the fact I'm on a hormone high right now is probably skewing every detail in a way that is just making me more aroused.

"I certainly feel like it," I reply as I feel her eyes going up and down the length my body without any attempt of even hiding her lascivious advances from me.

This feels so naughty, and to think that I use to parade around the house naked in front of her just makes the throbbing between my legs even more intense. The truth is I wasn't just naked either; it finally reached the point where Donny would either shoot cum on my face or in my snatch, and then I'd go and model myself shamelessly in front of her. It was as though we had a symbiotic relationship as I gave her what she needed, and I of course also benefited from it as well.

"Charlie certainly must enjoy looking at those long legs," she says not even attempting to disguise her motives as to why she's here tonight.

"Why don't you ask him," I say as my fingers toy with the button that her eyes are fixated on now.

The look on her face as she digests every detail that is happening between us is one that I've become very familiar with lately, the glazed eyes and face tensed with arousal are just so obvious too. She's right on the verge of getting herself off, and that's only if she does indeed get off in the conventional way like I do. I wonder if she will finger herself in front of me when Charlie is fucking me, I think that might have to be the price she has to pay if we're going to perform for her tonight.

"Honey, I want to ask you something," she calls out to Charlie as our eyes communicate in a way that words no longer are necessary to use.

The sight of Charlie with his sweat pants bulging as he enters the kitchen clearly has her reeling too, and just like she did to me, her eyes go up and down his body finally resting on the object of both our desires. Even for me after being molested by him for all these months the sight of his erection still stirs me with ravenous rage every time I see it, and just by her reaction, she's as taken by it as I am. It's just part of our feminine DNA to be excited by a dick this big, and family member or not, the need to have it buried deep inside us overwhelms any moral arguments that may come up.

"Hey Sam," he says so casually as he shamelessly models himself in front of us as though he was being auditioned for a part in a steamy video.

I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to fill out that form looking for new models on that website that has captivated me so much. Of course it's not me that that they would be interested in, it's Charlie and his oversized dick they would be after. Just the thought of seeing his cock impaling all those young girls takes my breath away every time I think about it, but the realities of all the STD's that are out there always brings me back to reality. And besides, now that he's fucking Rachael, it'll be as if I'm watching my very own teenage models seducing both me and the imaginary camera they'll be playing too.

He's so much like a girl in that regard too; while we have our legs, ass and tits to conquer our prey, he's managed to use his boyish build and massive organ to subdue his as well. Every time I see the promos for that new show about the Bate's motel I can't help but notice how much he looks just like that boy on TV, and invariably that ache between my legs soon starts to overpower me. There's just something about seventeen and eighteen year-olds of both genders that is so alluring for me too, and I know I'm not the only one who has fallen under their spell either.

"Can you believe how gorgeous your mother's legs are," she asks knowing full well what she's doing to all three of us now.
At this point it doesn't matter anymore, and as I slowly undue the button that is hiding what both of them want to see, the feeling of my fluids trickling down my thighs lets me know that the time for us to start fucking is almost here. That's why she's here, and far be it for me to deny Sam what she wants to see, and besides, I'm too damn horny to worry about anything else right now.

"It's like I have my very own Victoria's Secret model," he says clearly capturing the mood so exquisitely.

Whenever I see those adds with those nearly naked young models posing so seductively, I can't help but to feel sorry for all those women out there that are grimacing as their husband's and sons' are drooling at what they're seeing. It's not fair that women's bodies are always being scrutinized so closely, after all, suppose we held the same standards to men as they hold to us. Big belly's and out of shape gargoyles would be our rallying cry, and I doubt many men would be able to hold up to the very same standards that they hold for us.

As the look on her face as to what she just heard slowly sinks in, I slowly let the robe slide off of my shoulders ever so seductively. It's been years since I've been naked in front of her like this, and having Charlie standing only a few feet away is just feeding the frenzy of emotions that are surging inside me now. In one regard I feel like a child again, and yet, the throbbing between my legs reminds me how faraway I am from actually being one. I remember once I turned eighteen she started treating me very differently, and I suppose that applied to the twins too, just like I did with Charlie when I knew we weren't breaking any laws when we started doing things that only adults are supposed to do together.

I guess one of the unexpected surprises that I found as I went through his collection of forbidden pictures and videos was just how young the models actually appeared to look, and as dug up old pictures when I was a teenager the similarities were just so striking. There's just something so innocent, and yet, so very erotic about seeing boys and girls that young copulating with that sense of freedom and purity kept totally intact even with the intimate acts they perform on each other as well. But for me the most glaring difference typical porn is that virtually in every scene the young boy's penis is glistening with the juices from his partner's very excited vagina. Girls get wet when they're aroused, and that's why I adore watching them lubing their lover's shaft in a way it's supposed to be done.

"Of course, those girls wouldn't spread their legs for you like your mother does," she says so matter-of-factly that it even takes me by complete surprise.

She just knows all the right buttons to push too, and whether it's me or the twins, it's her ability to manipulate us that still has me awe. I feel like a schoolgirl again as I stand her naked in front of her, and that sense of being caught doing something naughty has my heart racing with excitement. I can tell Charlie feels this energy too, and the sight of his dick beckoning to me is eroding my ability to resist it for much longer. The undeniable truth is that I want to fuck him in front of her, and as his dildo sized cock slowly disappears inside me, I want to see the expression on her face as her daughter and grandson engage in acts that in some parts of the country I have no doubt we'd be arrested for committing.

"I use to pose nude for Sam when I was your age," I say as the sight of Charlie both pulling his t-shirt over his head and sliding his sweat pants down his legs nearly makes me gasp.

All Sam and I can do is marvel at the sight of his erection as it literally springs free from the constraints of the sweat pants that were keeping it hostage. For her to see something that is as big as a ten inch dildo with the diameter of an oversized banana attached to her own grandson must be like manna from heaven, and the combination of her senses being both shocked and incredibly aroused at the same time is a feeling that I've become very familiar with these past several months. And as often as I've seen it, it still makes my legs tremble with anticipation as the thought of my pussy being stretched for hours at a time is almost here.

"Really," Charlie exclaims as though he heard something that really surprised him as he stands next to me with his penis clearly enjoying the discomfort it's causing for both of us.

"My God," is all Sam can utter as the sight of the oversized sized organ has already cast its web of seduction over her.

"And she use to rent movies for Uncle Eddie and Mikey to watch as she walked around the house naked," I say something that's just escalating the tension between the three of us even more now.

"They were built just like you, tall and thin with those long luscious legs and cute little round girlish ass's that even managed to convince their own erect penis's into thinking they had found an available teenage princess all their own," she says as my mind tries and comprehends what exactly she just said.

She's right about his girlish part though; I couldn't help but notice how much Charlie and Rachael share in the build of their physiques, and especially their tight firm round asses too. A few times when I looked quickly, it was only the sight of his massive organ that separated him from Rachael, but in fairness, it was dark too. And yet, that is something I've noticed in the videos with all those young boys and girls having sex, the only discernible differences between their flat chests and stomachs were the erect organs sticking up between the boys legs. It's just so obvious too; both genders have yet to mature to their adult bodies, and though they're not legally children anymore, the allure they have over the rest of us is just too tempting for us to ignore.

Suddenly the image of Eddie and Mikey being super aroused as they watched couples fucking instantly flashes in my head, and to even heighten they're arousal even more, being bathed in baby oil too. I know firsthand what the human body is capable of doing when it's pushed beyond its sexual limits, and I can certainly sympathize with them for needing to find a solution for their penis's desperate need to find relief. After all, if I could fall prey to forbidden desires with my own son, I doubt they had any qualms about using each other as surrogates to trick their throbbing organs into thinking they were being squeezed by a young girl's vagina as they took turns filling each other's bowels with each other's semen.

This erotic movie playing in my head of them wrestling together as their erect organs can't distinguish which gender is tempting it as it frantically searches for a lubed orifice to slide into, and whether it's a young girl's hairless hole or a pretty boy's ass-hole, the need to ejaculate outweighs all other concerns. The image flashing in my head of Rachael with Charlie's dick buried in her ass nearly buckles my knees, and the thought of Eddie and Mikey enticing each other with their bodies that are more feminine oriented than male at that age sends a jolt of electricity coursing throughout my entire body. In a weird way I can see the logic behind it, and I suppose if roles were reversed where it was me and my twin sister that were being overly sexually stimulated without a penis available to relieve our cravings, we'd probably resort to doing exactly what Eddie and Mikey had to do, but of course we'd just have to use our tongues to satisfy each other.

As if on cue, Charlie turns and models for us in a way more reminiscent of the way the young nymphs do in the videos, and If it wasn't for the fact I know how much he likes pussy, I'd swear I was looking at a gay model mercilessly teasing the camera with his sizzling hot body. Girls instinctively know just how much the sight of their angelic like appearance have over men, and as I see a side of Charlie I've never seen before, the droplets pudding on the floor from my over excited vagina tells me just how much I'm enjoying what he's doing to me. I truly do have the best of both worlds in regards to having him as my lover, and it's his ability to morph seemingly at will between both genders that has captivated me in a way that just seems to be evolving each day with ever newer revelations being discovered. He climbs on top of me in the middle of the night with that magnificent organ hungering to be satisfied, and then after I'm reeling from what was just done to me, his mouth and tongue bring so gently to me an orgasm that usually only a woman knows how to do.

"This is what you really want, isn't it Sam," he says with a confidence that surprises even me.

The sight of his hands going up and down his body like I use to do in front of her so long ago literally has me frozen in place, and all this is happening as his giant organ seemingly dances in midair too. I think it's his ability to cross over to the other gender with such ease that seems so baffling to me, it's as though I'm looking at some young girl with a strap-on as he's teasing us mercilessly with seductive poses that I thought only women capable of doing. The fact I'm enjoying it so much speaks to just how kinky I really am, and of course, Sam as well.

"What I really want to see is that gorgeous organ buried deep inside your mother," she says as she takes his hand and leads him upstairs.

Step by step I can feel myself literally being transported back in time to when she first caught me teasing the twins with the very obvious bath towel that always seemed to be too small to cover my naked young Lolita like body, and even though it's been years since I've even thought of those cherished memories, the adrenalin rush that my vagina is experiencing as those forbidden delights flash in my head just add to the avalanche of emotions that are staggering me now. Somehow, this uncanny ability of hers to dominate both me and Charlie in the most subtle of ways has me feeling like a mischievous child that's been discovered doing something very naughty. Charlie is instinctively reacting to what he knows she is seeking from him, while I'm struggling internally to process everything that she's been feeding me about Eddie and Mikey. And yet, I can feel myself becoming that teenage girl who use to taunt her with semen smeared all over my body. Both my mind and vagina are spinning trying to comprehend where this is all going, but my vagina knows whatever happens, she's going to be stretched and brutalized by my own son as my mother's eyes feast on every salacious detail.

"OH MY," is all she says as the image on Charlie's computer stops her dead in her tracks.

These past few nights Charlie has sodomized me as though I was some innocent young school girl he's infatuated with, and as his still rigid organ filled my bowels with his hot creamy semen, he merely pulled his bacteria laden serpent out of my ass-hole and slid inside my pussy as though the laws of ejaculation didn't apply to him. Mind you, I'm not complaining, but the toll of having a dick as big as his stretching both of my naughty holes one after the other is proving to be a challenge even for me. Of course, I know the risks I'm taking with letting him fuck my ass first, but the thrill of doing something so decadent just outweighs all my fears of getting a raging vaginal infection. The unspoken truth is that he knows how excited I got that terrible night when I thought I was going to be molested by our unwelcome intruders, and it's his ability to do to me what I'm really craving that just makes what we have together so unbelievable.

"Can you believe how talented he is with a camera," I sheepishly say as that fear of being scolded by my own mother has me giddy with excitement.

I knew when he asked if he could take my picture last night that he was up to something, but as my fingers massaged my clit with both my vagina and ass-hole gaping wide open with semen oozing out of both of them, the only thing that really mattered to me was to get myself off. It's funny that with all the pornographic pictures I've looked at in my life, the image I'm looking at right now is by far the finest example of what eroticism is supposed to look like. And as much as I love watching those young girls getting their little pussy's stretched by some young boy with a dick as big as Charlie's, the reality is that they're all just actors playing to the camera, while the picture in front of me now displays a woman genuinely smothered in the embrace of passions that just can't be duplicated by some young nymph merely trying to persuade us she's in the throes of an orgasm that is obviously being faked for our benefit. To be fair though, all the girls that I've discovered on Charlie's computer remind me so much of myself when I was a teenager, and the sight of their young angelic like bodies covered with semen has become just as much an addiction for me as it has for him. There's just something about seeing a young nymph getting bathed in thick yogurt like cum that excites me, and the realization that I used to do it for my own mother's enjoyment just enhances the ache that is torturing my vagina now.

"He's talented alright," she says as she slowly removes her sweater.

For years I've wondered if there would ever come a time when I'd be looking at what my eyes are now feasting on, and although she's not naked, she's as close to it as I have ever seen. And as hard as my mind tries to convince me that she's over sixty, the reaction of both my vagina and Charlie's penis to what they're looking at clearly have both of them in a state of denial. She's a grandmother for God's sake, and as much as my eyes are being tricked by one of Mother Nature's most seductive illusions, the ratcheting up of the pressure on my own vagina to get relief is just becoming too unbearable for me to deal with for much longer.

"You look just like Mom," Charlie says clearly overcome with the sight of what can only be described as a near clone to what I look like when I'm wearing my naughty bodysuit.

"Relax honey, the only pussy that's going to be brutalized by that monster is your mother's," she says as she takes a plastic bottle out of her purse.

"Baby oil," I ask as the image of her oiling Mikey and Eddie's naked body's flashes in my head immediately.

"Better than baby oil, and more importantly...it tastes good too," she replies as she pours some of this unknown magical elixir into her hands and approaches Charlie.

The sight of my son's cucumber like organ being rubbed by his own grandmother sends an instant shiver throughout my already devastated psyche. How much more of this can I tolerate before I either force my own son to thrust his enormous organ inside me, or straddle my mother's face with my hemorrhaging vagina? Instantly the image of Eddie and Mikey flashes in front of me, and as her hands lube his cock ever so gently, I can't help but wish I had at least enjoyed one time where the three of us were lubed and wrestling together in the heat of passion in front of her. The thought of their slippery organ's desperately seeking out my vagina or ass-hole to slide into as she shamelessly encouraged both of them to impale me makes me wish I had at least once surrendered to them so long ago. But I didn't, though time has a funny way presenting opportunities at the most unexpected of moment, and this time I will make the right choice, at least as far as where I am in my life right now.

"See how sexy you look," she says as her hands slowly slide up and down his thighs as the sound of my heart pounding in my chest makes me wonder if it might burst because of what's happening in front of me.

As if playing to an invisible camera, Charlie opens his legs and lifts his arms above his head, and as my eyes are transfixed by the sight his ravishing teenage body glistening so seductively with her secret illicit lubricant, I can hear my vagina screaming in agony at the sight of his monstrous organ just inches away from me. This whole scene just seems so surreal too, and as much as I try and convince myself that I'm not dreaming, that ever present fear that this is all happening in the world of my sub-conscious has me terrified to the point that I can feel my eyes beginning to well up with tears.

"Rachael said how much you enjoyed getting your naughty place touched," she says as I watch in disbelief as her hand slides between the cheeks of his ass.

I still remember how shocked I was as Rachel's finger was slowly disappearing inside his anus, and the fact his dick was slowly sliding in and out of me at the same time just made it all the more exciting. Truthfully, I thought girls were the only ones who enjoyed being touched down there, of course, that is too say as far as heterosexual couples are concerned. But the look on his face as my pussy squeezed his cock while Rachel's finger brought him new pleasures that he never even imagined existed before just made both our orgasms climb to level that I didn't think possible.

"OH GOD," he moans out to the deity that no doubt is frowning because of what he's witnessing happening between them.

I can only imagine Eddie and Mikey standing where Charlie is now with her finger buried deep inside their rectums, and as much as I was initially shocked at what I've learned about them these past few days, the truth is I was fingering my own ass-hole with a cucumber buried inside my pussy when I was Charlie's age, and no doubt while Mom was jerking them off with her finger buried deep inside their ass's too. Every woman knows about the power of the tingling nerves and unimaginable pleasures that anal foreplay can bring, but it's the ones who are willing to explore all those forbidden desires that finally come to appreciate the ecstasy of having their bowels filled with red hot semen, and now that I know Mikey and Eddie enjoy it as well, I'm finding the image of Charlie being violated while my mouth and tongue do their magic on him to be very alluring. Just the thought of a mother giving her own son a blowjob as he is being sodomized seems so very decadent, and yet, at this point there are no more barriers to what we can explore together.

"That's it honey, just let it overpower you," she says as she hands me the bottle of lubricant.

I still have trouble comprehending just how attuned Charlie is to his own body, and the fact he is willingly accepting pleasures that 99.9 per cent of the straight guys out there could never even contemplate just blows my mind. At eighteen, he's already broken barriers that even the most liberated of adult men will never even come close to doing, and to think that he's already figured out what his own father barely scraped the surface of just makes it all the more incredible too. There's just no hint of embarrassment or shame as he embraces what Sam is doing to him either, and as I lube my hands so I can stroke all that delicious semen out of him, I can't help but think of the prospect of having three dicks' at my disposal very shortly.

"Every teenage boy should feel the touch of his mother's fingers relieving all that stress from his swollen organ," she says as both my hands wrap firmly around his quivering penis.

I wonder if there would indeed be life changing behavioral adjustments to all those troubled teenagers out there if their mothers did in fact ejaculate them daily. Of course, it would be merely reduced to the act of helping reduce the effects of overly inflated amounts of testosterone in their son's seductively toned young bodies, but as time and their ability to build up resistance to our hands draining them off grows stronger, the inevitable solution offered by Mother Nature would be the dirty little secret no one would dare speak aloud. The obviousness of horny women doing what they do best would come to the surface, especially if their sons have a dick as big as Charlie's. It'll never happen though, but it does make me wonder if there might be some validity to my theory.
"That's it baby, fuck Mommy's hands," I say as his cock starts to slowly slide in and out of the surrogate pussy I've provided for him.

"It feels so good," Charlie moans in a voice that alerts me his ejaculation isn't far away now.

"Make believe you're in Mommy," Sam says as I wonder how many times this very same situation has played itself out between her and the twins.

"Mommy's always going to be my girlfriend," he moans as his dick starts belching all its creamy load against my stomach.

Instinctively, I drop to my knees, and as my face is instantly smothered with thick yogurt like substance, his hips and my hands find that magical rhythm that will milk him of all his cream. Shot after shot of his red hot semen covers my face, and as I open my mouth and allow it to shoot straight down my throat, the sound of his moans unlike anything I've ever heard from him fill my ears as my mouth and tongue can no longer be kept at bay from doing what both of them are so good at now. Between my sultry lips and hands locked on his organ as he helplessly tries to resist what I'm doing to him, and the utter futility of struggling with forces that just can't be denied any longer, he finally accepts the inevitable truth that Mother Nature's surrogate is lovingly draining his cock of all its juices.

"Please don't stop," he moans as Sam and I assault his body in such a way that is probably still illegal to do in some states, especially the southern ones.

That's it baby, fuck Mommy's mouth like you've been doing for months now, and then if you're a good boy, I'll let you have my pussy too. The fact he's still so hard just makes it all the more unbelievable, although I've grown so used to it, unlike Sam who is no doubt in a state of denial at what she is witnessing. I'm not sure how big the twins are, but there's no way they're as big as Charlie, and add the fact that he can just keep fucking after he ejaculates, it's no wonder why I can't stop taking him as my lover, and that's even if I wanted too.

"That's it, just let Mommy have it all," Sam says as if speaking to a child with words of encouragement that would probably shock even the most seasoned therapist if they ever knew what she was really talking about.

"No wonder Uncle Eddie and Mikey don't have girlfriends," is all he says as my tongue licks the last morsel of semen off his still erect penis.

As I stand up with my legs trembling from what we just did, the sight of my mother unrolling a small condom like sleeve down her middle finger just shows the level of sophistication she has evolved to in giving anal pleasures to her no doubt willing recipients. Of course it makes perfect sense, after all, there's a big difference between sticking a finger in a girl's vagina, as opposed to sliding inside the bacterial infested world of the human rectum. That being said, I can't help but remember how eager I was to lick Rachael's nasty place after Charlie filled it with semen, and of course she reciprocated my generosity by licking my swollen rectum after Charlie's serpent had spit all its venom deep inside my bowels as well.

"You're lucky you have Mommy and Rachael," is all she says as I detect just the slightest bit of resentment in her voice.

She knows of the guilt I'm feeling for not taking part in the orgies she and the twins have indulged in all these years, and as much as I know I'm right for choosing to marry Donny, there's still a part of me that regrets not being able to have reconciled the difference between cheating on my husband, and fucking my own brothers. I use to lay awake at night with my vagina on fire thinking about them taking turns fucking me, and all while Donny slept so peacefully after having his balls drained completely of their sticky nectar.

"Go lay down," is all I say to Charlie as my hand finally releases its grasp on his still rock hard penis.

"He's unbelievable," she says as I realize suddenly it's my turn to be caressed by her sultry touch.

"It's to the point now where he can literally fuck me for hours," I say as my legs instinctively obey the commands from my vagina to spread themselves a little more so she'll have easier access to my overheated flower.

"Thank God you have Rachael to help you," she says as her fingers start massaging all of Charlie's cream into the pours of my face and scalp.

What is it about getting my hair lathered with semen that excites me so much? From the time Donny first started fucking me I made him pull out and shoot it on my face and in my hair. Girls don't do that, at least the normal one's anyway, but I do, and Rachel enjoys it too. Could it because of Sam's influence on us, or maybe we just both like watching sperm shooting out of a guy's dick, whatever it is, all I know is it's an aphrodisiac that makes me want to fuck like a crazy woman once my face and hair become pasted with semen.

"Do they both fuck her at the same time," I ask as she pinches my nipples almost to the point of being painful.

"She's absolutely insatiable, there's just no amount of sex that seems to satisfy her now," she replies as her fingers continue caress my nipples in such a way that I'd almost forgotten the pleasures that are possible from such a seemingly simple act.

"Charlie's cock and my tongue seemed to calm her quite well," I whisper in her ear as my tiny tits try and wrench control away from my vagina with what she's doing to them.

It's funny how I've neglected a part of my body that is so sensitive for so long now, I remember when I first started masturbating how I'd roll my nipples until the throbbing between my legs became almost unbearable, and then finger myself for hours as I imagined myself walking into the twin's room and letting them take me again and again. Those were the innocent days for me back then, and for Eddie and Mikey too for that matter, but the truth is neither of us had crossed that line into the land of enchanted pleasures that only adults are supposed to experience, but once we did, Sam was waiting for us.

Without hesitation, she begins rubbing me down with the magical elixir she brought with her, and as much as I thought I was the one who was going to be in control, it's just so obvious that she is now. The thought of a mother touching her daughter like this has me trembling, too bad I never had a daughter because I know full well that I'd be rubbing her pussy just like mine is being rubbed now.

"It's no wonder the boys get so excited with the way you and Rachael walk around in the nude," she says as the feeling of her fingers caressing my nipples nearly makes me collapse.

"I'm sorry Mommy," I reply almost forgetting that I'm actually an adult that is being literally transported back in time to when I was Charlie's age.

"The two of you have to learn that if you're going to walk around the house with your bald vagina's and perky little breasts cruelly enticing them, then you're simply going to have to deal with the consequences and be prepared to take care of their needs," she says sounding more like headmaster scolding one of her students as all I can think to do is just spread my legs a little wider allowing her even more access to my already inflamed flower.

"Don't worry Mommy, I'll give Charlie as much pussy as he wants," I moan as her hands slide between the cheeks of my ass.

"The twins are so excited that you're finally coming home," she says as one of her fingers gently slips deep inside my ass-hole.

All I can do is stand here and imagine them fucking me with her watching every delicious detail, and no doubt Charlie and Rachael too. But right now, she's goanna watch to me fuck the biggest dick she's ever seen, and who knows what else might happen too. If she's as kinky as I am, there has to be a few twists to what we're all going to do tonight.

"This is what happens when you tease your brother with that short little robe," she says to me totally flabbergasting me with the door she just opened.

"And half the time she doesn't even wear any panties," Charlie instantly adds just making me further in awe at how quickly he's already grasped where Sam is steering us now.

Why should this surprise me, after all, it's the very fantasy that's fueled her for decades now, and if she needs to see Charlie fucking me as if I were his own sister, then who am I to deny such a lusciously illicit illusion from her. Truthfully, the past few days, all I've been thinking about are the forbidden pleasures that tempt so many teenage siblings with the promise carnal ecstasies that are just too seductive for some of them to resist. Although, I'm sure every boy with an erection would be willing to pass through that invisible barrier that separates them from incestuous relations with their sisters without hesitation, but it's the prim and proper young girls with intact hymens who are the ones that will deny their unrelenting growing urges, unless of course they have a very good reason to breach that code of morality that normally they would be impervious to such frivolous advances by their horny siblings.

But, I suspect once it becomes obvious that their geeky brother has a dick nearly as big as a ruler, a good percentage of those young girls will soon start having their tight little pussy's stretched on a nightly basis without hesitation. It's just ingrained too deeply into our feminine DNA not to take advantage of such an opportunity that may never come along again, and the fact that it's a sibling with who has just as much to lose from being discovered as we do just makes it all the more inviting. And besides, what teenage nymph could possibly resist the thought of sneaking out of her room in the middle of the night to confront one of Nature's most alluring creatures? We've all talked about it with our friends since grammar school too; I know girls are thought to be so naïve when it comes to such matters, but that's just the universal secret we've all managed to keep hidden from our male counterparts since being banished from Eden so long ago.

The unspoken truth is that today's teenage girls are leaps and bounds ahead of my generation when it comes to fulfilling their very healthy sexual urges, perhaps, I'm an anomaly because of how strong my cravings are for anything carnal compared to women my own age, but I can definitely tell that today's young nymph's are more aligned to my own urges than their mother's. And as hard as it is for some of my friends to accept, the truth is that their daughters like to fuck, and they're not ashamed about it either. The cum stained thongs and nightgowns that Susan and Jill tell me about that they discover when they wash their daughters clothes when they come home from college just confirms it too.

If only they knew just how liberated their daughters really are, and I'm quite sure they'd be stunned at what they'd discover too. I know I was when I watched Rachael masturbating next to Charlie as they both got themselves off watching a video of a young couple their own age having sex together, and the fact there was absolutely no hint of shame or awkward embarrassment from either one of them just seemed so incredibly refreshing for me too. Just the sight of Charlie's penis spitting its venom all over Rachael as she rubbed her tiny knob nearly buckled my legs too, and I know this may sound odd, but if only Susan and Jill could watch two such gloriously youthful nymphs smothered in such pure blissfulness like I did, I just know they'd be downloading videos with models similar to Charlie and Rachael making love, and then find themselves masturbating for hours at a time afterwards like I did.

You would think that of all my friends Susan is the one who should have figured it out by now, she told me a few weeks ago that she found a sex video on her daughter's computer. If it wasn't for how I watched Rachael masturbating to what use to be considered a purely teenage male oriented behavior, I would have been just as shocked as she was, but luckily my eyes were already opened to such a phenomenon. That's why I think the thing that bothered Susan the most wasn't so much that she knew Lisa was masturbating, but it was the content of the video that stunned her the most. The thought of her book wormed bespectacled daughter rubbing her pussy as a boy and a girl her own age were fucking in front of a camera rocked her Christian values to the core, but what was most the most telling part of what she confided in me was the great lengths she went to in describing every intimate detail of the video. It was just so obvious that she had watched it in its entirety too, and the way her hands started trembling as she described how the beautiful young boy pulled his penis out of the young girl's vagina and shot it all over her face had clearly resonated with something deep inside her that she was desperately struggling to comprehend. The fact she's been divorced for almost four years and hasn't had a date yet might have something to do with it too.

I think what's at the core of her struggle is simply the fact that the dirty movies she and I grew up with seem so contrived compared to what she and I both have stumbled upon recently. In our day, Jenna Jameson and Ron Jeramy clones fucked and sucked each other without even a hint of passion or love between them, it was strictly big tits and a cum shot that was usually delivered in such a manner that it always seemed so degrading to the actress receiving it. The girls of course always appeared glassy eyed as though drugged or stoned, and although it didn't affect me at first seeing them sucking and fucking one guy after another, I soon found myself turned off because I just couldn't empathize with them in any way.

Of course, once I saw the videos on Charlie's computer, I was instantly transported back in time to when I was a teenager. The perfectly toned bodies of the gorgeous young models were just to irresistible for my carnal instincts to ignore, whether it was the long-legged flat chested young girl with a bald pussy, or the so seemingly young boy with a big dick, I soon became just as addicted as Charlie is at wanting to watch them making love the way only teenagers truly know how to do. And just the simple act of the young girl taking her mouth off her lover's carrot and passionately kissing him as her hand slides up and down his cock made me yearn for exactly what we were watching, and Charlie too, I'm sure.

That's why what Susan is going through right now makes me want to share with her everything I've learned these past several months about myself, and the very idea that sex can be taken to a level that literally transcends our currently bland forty something sexual existence would be a revelation for her that would be almost spiritual in nature too. But, the only catch for me is the one that is responsible for my evolutionary development just happens to be my own son, and since her return to the Catholic Church, I doubt she could even contemplate what we've discovered as anything other than an abomination of nature. Then again, she and I both share a secret together that we've both chosen to ignore for many many years now, and with what's happening between me and Charlie, I'm reevaluating that glorious summer fling she and I had together in a very different way than I did before I took my own son as my lover.

At one time her uncontrollable urges rivaled my own, I remember the overnights where we'd just walk around her room in just our panties, and then desperately jumping into bed covering ourselves just in the nick of time as the door slowly opened ever so menacingly with her father standing in the doorway. That fear of being caught was so palpable for us too, and the idea that he might catch us nearly naked always made our panties soaking wet. Eventually, we both ended up fingering our overly excited pussy's under the covers as our low moans serenaded each other's ears with a music that seemed almost unworldly. But it wasn't long before our young nubile bodies were intertwined rubbing and caressing each other in such a way that it seemed like we were always in a state of heat. While our fingers and mouths were exploring every erogenous part of each other in the warmth and anonymity of the darkness, our orgasms continued to get ever more intense as we learned what drove each other to the brink of even more pleasures. We were young maidens learning how to master that delicate flower that lies between our legs, and unlike our male counter parts, we were completely willing to use someone of our own gender to explore our blossoming sexuality to the fullest without any sense of guilt or shame.

That being said, it's just such a shame that boys are so homophobic when it comes to discovering the hidden secrets that lay just beyond their grasp of their own penis, and for them, the thought of being naked in their bedroom with their best friend would just be unthinkable. Then again, Eddie and Mikey did it, but being twins makes them an exception to the rule, and the sight of their erections only excited them even more, unlike every other boy out there who would be scared to death that his masculinity was being challenged by his friend masturbating in front of him. But that just illustrates the significant difference between boys and girls, and If only the parents of all those seemingly docile pony-tailed teenage princesses ever knew what their daughters were really thinking about when they shut their doors and went to bed every night, I'm quite sure they'd all be shocked too. Boys stroke themselves until that uncontrollable need to ejaculate just totally overpowers them, and the telltale evidence of their debauchery is either evident in the sheets or ever present towel that always seems available to them. Girls on the other hand need not worry about leaving any evidence of their naughty behavior, unless of course you count sticky fingers as a hint of what they were doing. That's why girls always seem to operate under the radar with such impunity when it comes to masturbation, while their brothers are always leaving telltale signs of their naughty behavior.

As for me and Susan, we soon grew tired of cloaking what we were doing to each other in the safety of darkness, and the need to each other's virgin vagina's without panties became such an unrelenting pressure on the two of us that we had to finally give in to our mounting urges. You would think all the times we'd walked around with just a skimpy piece of material covering our flowers wouldn't make that much of a difference, but trust me, it did. And the first time my eyes gazed upon her hairless pussy, I felt as though I was going to faint. All the pictures in the magazine's from Eddie and Mikey's secret stash flashed in front of me as my disbelieving eyes tried to cope with what was just a matter of inches away from my salivating lips. And as my mouth and tongue ravaged her that first time in the exquisite beauty that only illumination can bring, all my other senses seemed to suddenly appreciate what a gift my eyes had delivered to them. My sense of taste and smell rejoiced as they could finally see where the delicious treat they were greedily devouring really came from, and the thought that she would soon be sucking my virgin flower made me almost animal like as my tongue washed both her naughty holes without hesitation. It was unbelievable that first time, and as excited as I was the first time I sucked Donny's cock, Susan's pussy for the longest time was always in my head whenever I was being impaled again and again by him. She was my first lover, and though some may not count it as such, I certainly do.

After our initial leap into the world of exposed passion, we both decided that whenever we were in her bedroom the need for clothing no longer applied to us anymore. It became our nude beach, an oasis of pleasure that we escaped to as often as we could, and even the thought of being caught by her father no longer frightened us either, although the thought of him opening the door and staring at my hairless slit always made for a great fantasy whenever she was going down on me. Of course, she wanted to have the same privileges in my bedroom, but that very real fear of an all-out orgy erupting because Eddie and Mikey might be pushed to the brink of not being able to control themselves eliminated any chance of that happening. But the truth was we were readying ourselves for the time when our mouths and vagina's would be riding up and down some lucky boy's stiff organ, but for me the reality was that I had already pledged myself to my younger brothers, and I was literally in agony waiting for their turn to finally reach the age of consent. As much as I wanted to share with Susan who my first lovers were going to be, I always refrained out of fear of being unmasked for what most would consider immoral behavior. After all, how many teenage girls actually fuck their own brothers, and the one's that do certainly aren't going to admit it, I'm sure.
For us though, it was just incredible the amount of frustrations our bodies had endured while being trapped in the hell of our post pubescent journey to becoming barely legal. Whether it's an hour or a week past they're eighteenth birthday, every girl knows that the time to spread her legs and open her mouths is almost at hand, and for me and Susan, the unrestrained tsunami of desires that were released upon us after we turned eighteen just seemed as if we could finally do all the things we'd secretly been thinking about for so long. We no longer had to refrain ourselves from feeling guilty for making each other writhe in the throes of orgasmic delights any longer, and even though our initial steps of heavy petting under the safety of the darkness seemed so bold at the time, everything changed once we took our panties off and beheld each other's hairless flower. We both knew that it was but a momentary piece of time we'd spending together, but that's what made it so special too, and the lessons we wanted to learn before crossing over to the land dominated by long thick male organs just added to the attraction we had for each other.

We were just so inseparable that last summer before college, and no doubt there might have been some whisperings amongst our friends of all the time we spent together, but we just didn't care. Our time was dedicated to giving each other a crash course into the world of seduction and sexual gratification, and as much as we thought we knew about that land of enchanted pleasures that rested between our legs, our ignorance of just how powerful it really was soon began to sink into our nubile consciousness. Young pussy is a commodity that is universally accepted as being more valuable than even gold, and two pony-tailed seemingly innocent girls like us were worth billions, or so we thought.

As we opened ourselves totally to each other, it soon became apparent that we both shared the same fascination of looking at naughty magazines; mine of course were from Eddie and Mikey's stash, while Susan's were from a drawer in her father's nightstand. For me, the thrill of thinking of her father making the pages all sticky instantly brought an ache to my poor overheated vagina, and I suspected hers as well. I was very naive back then, but something told me that she was a little too enthusiastic about how she relished talking about him jerking off to all those sultry pictures, but luckily for her, she was paired with the one girl who completely shared her dark incestuous desires too.

I still remember so vividly how my heart was racing that first time as we tip toed down the hallway toward his bedroom, and the fact we were both naked just intensified the level of our anxiety we were feeling too. That thrill of opening the drawer that he used to store his stash of naughty magazines as our ears strained for any hint that he might be coming up the stairs was just such a rush for the both of us. Obviously, we couldn't linger long, so we simply scooped up a plié of them and headed back to the safety of our refuge of carnal delights. Any thoughts that he might notice that his erotic library may have been raided by us didn't sink in until later that night, and oddly enough, we both hoped he would discover what we had done. I have no doubt that if we were two teenage boys that had raided their father's collection of forbidden treats there probably would have been a very swift rebuke handed out to them, but what do you do when your own daughter is the one who has initiated the incursion into that very private realm of hidden erotica that most men and boys use as tools for masturbating. For me, because my own father died when Sam was still pregnant with the twins, I had only Susan to guide me as to how we were supposed to behave, and since we were both feeding off of each other's unbridled urges, that line between father and daughter was quickly becoming skewed.

As we turned the pages of the Penthouse, Club and a bunch of other magazines I had never seen before, it became increasingly apparent that we both were searching for signs of semen encrusted pages amongst the images of the big boobed models that dominated that era. But it wasn't until we reached the glossy paged $25 dollar magazines that our search was finally rewarded with the unmistakable signs that he ejaculated while looking at the luscious images of girls who appeared no older than we were, and although the pages weren't saturated the way the twins would do to them, it was obvious that Mr. Shaunessy liked looking at young pussy when he jerked himself off. I guess I just assumed most men his age preferred girls with big tits in their mid-twenties to fantasy about, and as we went through the pages of the flat chested beauties with bald vagina's that looked remarkably just like us, I felt a sensuous tension starting to build in how I was perceiving her father. He was probably around the age I am now, and being a detective on the local police force just added to his mystique for me, along with the fact he was tall and built like an NFL player only teased my poor overly stimulated vagina all the more. Just the thought of him stroking himself while thinking of me started to play like a slow motion movie in my head.

Susan never said a word about what she was thinking as her fingers rubbed the cum covered pictures, but it was obvious that she was just as overtaken by the thought of who it was that supplied that delectable nectar for us to find as I was. We both knew we were headed down a path that when we first started sucking each other's salty holes we could never have imagined where our sordid journey might lead us, but the thought of her father becoming entangled in our web of lust just wasn't a part of our thinking, certainly not mine anyway. Later that night after we gorged ourselves on literally every image in those illicit magazines, we opened our legs like two erotic scissors and grinded our flowers together as our unchecked moans heralded the arrival of our orgasms. Never before had we allowed our discipline to fail so miserably as it did that night, and the knowledge that just down the hall was a man who was probably masturbating while being serenaded to the sounds of two young maidens in the throes of ecstasy was just too much for us to ignore. The thought that he got off looking at young girls our age overpowered both of us entirely, and the realization that we were empowered by one of Mother Nature's ultimate weapons wasn't lost on either one of us.

I'll admit that I was still very naïve at that point in my life, and as I laid in bed drifting between the bliss of sleep and the feeling of utter satisfaction because of what my body had just experienced, I watched almost eerily as Susan slipped out of bed and so carefully turned the door knob and exited the room. The fact she was naked didn't sink into my consciousness until much later, but when she returned and woke me from a sound sleep begging me to make her cum, my suspicions were still completely absent as my mouth was met with tastes and fragrances that were totally unfamiliar to it. If only the lights had been on I'm sure that my eyes would have picked up the unmistakable signs of a well fucked pussy and the remnants of semen dripping out of her.

That was the first time I had ever tasted both semen and vaginal fluids mixed together so exquisitely, and even though I failed to recognize what the source was for the new found flavors that my taste buds had detected, my appetite for my newly discovered treat triggered an unleashing of whatever inhibitions I had left without any thoughts of shame or guilt. It's almost comical looking back now that I couldn't understand why her pussy was so juicy, but all I knew was that I was thoroughly possessed in my need to scrape every morsel of the foreign ingredient out of her quivering hole. It was like I was a kitten being exposed to catnip for the first time, and even after all these years, her moans of being reamed by my tongue are as real now as they were over twenty years ago.

After what seemed like hours of continual foreplay and orgasms, we were both so utterly exhausted by the time the sun light began to stream into the room, and as we laid there naked with our vaginas still tingling from the abuse we put them through, the sound of the door knob slowly turning shot a jolt throughout my whole body. Mr. Shaunessy's ritual of saying goodbye before he went to work was forever changed when his eyes were greeted with the sight of two Lolita's lying on their stomachs totally nude. I was petrified, and yet, instantly aroused by the thought of her father's eyes feasting on my virgin flower. That feeling of being so exposed was just so incredible, and even though I was frightened half to death, I still managed to open my legs to allow him a better look at what his taste in erotica had revealed to me. I'm sure I'm not the only teenage girl who has been faced with that very same dilemma, but what I wonder is how many daughter's knowingly allow their father's eyes to gaze upon their virgin vagina's like he did to ours.

Of course, it wasn't lost on Susan what the effects of feeding me her father's semen had on me, and although my still being so obviously oblivious to where her secret spices came from, my cravings continually increased with each feeding. I was her lap dog begging to be fed, and I'm sure her father relished each time he filled her womb knowing full well that my mouth and tongue would soon be gorging on the sultry treat he left buried deep inside his own daughter for me to feast on. I was like a ravenous eaglet each time she came back with my salty meal, and even though it eventually dawned on me where the true source of my cravings were coming from, I continued to profess complete ignorance even though I knew she was riding her father every chance she had.

Truthfully, it became a game for me, and I suppose for Susan as well, but the fact neither of us cared to say out loud what both of us already knew just added to the level of arousal that she and I were experiencing. Of course, I could tell by the way Mr. Shaunessy looked at me that he too was just as caught up in what was happening as we were. I have no doubt I could have joined them if I had wanted too, but between my yearnings for my own brother's, and a growing fondness for Donny, I just wanted to keep my sense of still being somewhat virginal intact as much as I could. I know that must sound so ridiculous, but I could accept Susan's tongue freely ravaging me as opposed to being impaled on an organ not of my own choosing.

"I can't believe you don't wear any panties in front of your brother," I hear Sam asking me as I feel myself wrenched away from memories that I've kept buried away for over twenty years now.

For me though, the undeniable truth is that sister/brother hookups are by and far the most common form of incest that occurs today. What Charlie and I are doing together is more a product of fate than what probably would have happened if it were not for our home being invaded, and as I think about it more and more, the reality is that as much as I may have tempted by his huge cock, I think my maternal instincts would not have allowed me to succumb to its advances under ordinary conditions. BUT, if we were sister and brother, I have no doubt that we'd be fucking like rabbits once I found out how big his dick really was.

"It's not fair, you let him walk around with his pajamas bulging and never say a word," I say as I slowly climb onto the bed and straddle his massive organ.

I literally can feel myself being eighteen again as I fully embrace this role I'm so enthusiastically assuming now, and the beauty of this make believe world I find myself in now is that I'm not obliged to adhere to any worries or concerns that kept me at bay from Charlie until he turned eighteen. I can be the horny older sister home from college who discovers her younger brother's giant secret, or be Juliet seeking her well-endowed Romeo sibling with visions of untold pleasures playing in her head. I've never even thought of being this naughty as to the forbidden opportunities that are in front of me now, and Charlie too, for that matter.

"Don't you think it's because he gets so excited seeing you almost naked," she says as she puts both her hands on my shoulders letting me know that it's time for Charlie's eel like organ to slide inside me.

The tender kisses from the head of his swollen organ against my labia sends an electrifying jolt surging through my already over stimulated body, and the thought that my own mother is standing behind me taking in every illicit detail is just too exciting to even convey properly into words. The fact is we've all done things that we were scared to death about being caught by our mother's, but what I'm doing now has to be the ultimate hormone rush, and we haven't even started fucking yet. Ever so slowly I feel my vagina conforming itself perfectly to the intruder that is burrowing itself ever deeper and deeper inside me. I wonder if it's actually more a case of my vagina devouring it's over sized prey than merely being subjugated by a blind mindless creature that needs to stab its victim repeatedly until its venom can no longer be held back any longer. Perhaps I'm being over analytical now, but this happens to me sometimes right before I surrender myself to urges and desires that will unleash a barrage of passion that will make me truly an out of control nymphomaniac.

"I can't believe what I'm looking at," I hear her say as I feel Charlie's hands spreading my ass wide open for her greedy eyes to feast on the union of her own daughter and grandson.

"OH GOD," the words come out of my mouth involuntarily as I feel her finger slip inside my already gaping rectum.

Whether it's me or Rachael, there comes a point when Charlie's cock is so deep inside us that it causes our ass-holes to open as if obeying some silent command from his penis. You would think they'd be independent of each other too, but as Charlie's dick nears bottoming itself out, our puckered pink little holes open automatically as if trying to entice another lover to fill it too. The first time I saw Rachael's naughty orifice gaping wide open I was absolutely stunned, and as each long deep stroke continued to stretch her pussy even more, her slutty sister kept perfect pace until it was time for her to be ravaged too.

I know it's imperative now to calm myself if we're going to continue our little charade any further, and as I slowly lower myself down the full length of his penis, I feel my mind frantically searching for clues as to who I want to pretend to be in this forbidden fantasy Charlie and I are acting out for Sam. It has to be someone other than me if I'm going to be able to make this work, isn't that the ultimate goal of role-playing anyway. But who can I pick, that's the dilemma I'm facing now.

"You walk around the house without panties on," she says again as if reading my mind as to where my thinking is now.

Suddenly, the image of the young girl at the Mister Doughnuts that I go to every morning flashes in my head, and as I feel the tension draining away from my body because of finding who my character is going to be, I slowly lift up and let Charlie's rock hard serpent slip entirely out of me. The image in my head of my vagina's gaping wound being revealed to Sam has my thighs trembling with delight, and as I ever so slowly lower my pussy down the glistening shaft that no doubt she's guiding back inside me, I feel a rage building inside me like when Susan and I seduced her father, and this time there will be no regrets.

"He makes me take them off and then he creams in them," I say as I bend down and whisper in Charlie's ear who it is that I'm pretending to be now.

The skinny brunette who arguably could be my clone when I was her age always seems to have the parking lot full when she's on duty, at first I was dumbfounded as to why the line always seemed so extraordinarily long, but as it was my turn to order from the skinny nymph, the skintight jeans and bra-less tiny tits revealed why so many middle aged men were lined up at her register. Back when Susan and I were eighteen, if you didn't have cleavage, you were just considered an underdeveloped boy as far as a lot of guys were concerned. But the obvious charms of her small tits and a compact little ass are certainly filling her tip jar daily, and even though the manager is a woman, the bottom line is that making money trumps exploitation every time.

"She's been filling so many doughnuts with custard that now she thinks I'm doing it too," Charlie says so perfectly matching where I want this story to go.

I made a point last week of just sitting and watching as the little nymph went through her daily routine of erotic gamesmanship, and as I scrutinized all the subtle ways that she was driving all those frustrated men wild, our eyes locked as she brushed her hand against her nipple ever so cleverly as the tip jar received another deposit. The truth is that Charlie is the one who told me about her, and although some might consider what she is doing as being almost lewd, the fact she goes to school with Rachael and uses the money she earns to help pay for her tuition certainly gets my respect.

"Well, considering how you tease all those poor men at Mister Doughnuts when they ask you to put extra cream in their doughnuts, I wouldn't be surprised if it was your hand that was milking your poor brother's cream into your panties," she says stunning me with the way she so casually let it out that she knows who I'm pretending to be.

Now's the time for that little game Charlie and I have perfected so well together needs to come into play, and just the thought of a marathon fucking festival with Sam here just seems so apropos too. Donny and I certainly never perfected the art of lovemaking the way Charlie and I have in such a short amount of time, for most guys they fuck to get off, but as long as a girl's pussy is well lubricated, it can go for hours. At least I can, and so can Charlie for that matter, and that need to drain his balls regardless of what his partner wants is just so refreshingly absent from him.

"They all like it when I tell them that I like a lot of cream in my doughnut," I say as I lift up just as Charlie slowly pulls three or four inches of his penis out of me.

Who knew this weird ability of mine to sit for hours at a time with my knees bent would one day allow me to have virtually endless amount of sex in this position, of course, assuming my partner doesn't ejaculate first. But lately Charlie and I have somehow managed to stave off each other's need to reach an orgasm as we've simply reduced the level of our arousal to the point where our bodies are placated with just enough pleasure to satisfy both of them. His cock gets squeezed just enough by my pussy to keep it happy, and my salty hole is stretched to its limits waiting for that surge of energy alerting it that that it'll be drowning in cream soon.

"And what about Charlie, does he put a lot of cream in your doughnut" is all Sam says as she pulls something out of her bag of delectable treats.

It truly is amazing how he and I can talk about almost any subject as our bodies are locked together in a lovers embrace; it's kind of a paradox of Mother Nature going to the extreme to achieve what normally would be unthinkable. If only all those therapists out there that dispense prescription after prescription for all those boys who seem so troubled could just watch as Charlie and I interact on virtually any subject while we're both being soothed more effectively than any narcotic could ever do. Granted most mothers wouldn't fuck their son's like I am, but I'm sure a surrogate could easily be found for the right price, and I'm sure the results would be instantaneous too. The truth that no one wants to say out loud is that if you really want to calm a teenage boy, pills aren't the answer, but a nice juicy pussy certainly is!
"I just couldn't help myself, he's so big, and besides, he really likes it when I tug him," I answer her as I watch her unwrap what appears to be a very strange looking dildo.

"Is that all she does is tug you," she asks Charlie as she lubes the strange looking object as though it were a real cock.

What is that thing, I just know I've seen it before, but where? Oh my God, I remember looking at it in the VIP store, but at almost a hundred dollars I figured Charlie's massive organ couldn't be out done by even a toy that actually plugs into a wall socket. I guess I'm about to find out what I was missing, and I have a feeling my rectum is too. As if some silent command was given to both our bodies, Charlie and I instinctively start making each stroke of his cock just a little but longer, and while the thought of having both my holes so thoroughly stuffed surprisingly has me very apprehensive as to exactly what it is that high priced toy is supposed to do once it gets deep inside me. I remember reading on the label that it causes multiple orgasms, a claim that if it wasn't for what Susan and I use to do together that forbidden summer so long ago, I'd simply dismiss it as more male propaganda.

"C'mon, tell me the truth, was it just her hand that wrapped around you," Sam asks as she gently pushes me down toward Charlie as I feel the lips of my anus starting to strain to open itself for the arrival of this very expensive sex toy.

That's it baby, long deep strokes from that giant dick will keep Mommy happy tonight, actually, every night as far as I'm concerned. Once Charlie starts pumping me like this, the house could be on fire and we'd still be locked together until he fills my womb with his seed. Donny could fuck, but there's nothing that compares to a cucumber attached to an eighteen year-old that will make a woman's vagina sing the way mine is now. And now as the feeling of something incredibly large burrowing itself ever deeper inside my rectum, the thought that keeps going through my head is of all those times Susan and I pushed ourselves to the very limits of what our young bodies could handle. It was if we became addicted to that high that only drugs or great sex can give you, and being that young only made it more exciting as our appetite for pleasure just kept intensifying.

"Once she knew how big I was, she'd sneak in my room and...," Charlie finally responds as I can tell by the sound of his voice quivering that he might not be able to last much longer.

"OH God," I hear the words coming out of my mouth as my ears detect the low hum that is emanating from deep inside my bowels.

It actually feels like its spinning inside me now, I know that isn't possible, but that's the sensation that is being transmitted to my brain. Why in the name of God would it have to be plugged into a wall outlet? Aren't batteries sufficient enough for all the other sex toys out there? What if something happens and Charlie and I are electrocuted, how will Sam explain that? I can only imagine all the talk in town about how we were found together naked in bed with a giant dildo stuffed up my ass, and no doubt the size of Charlie's cock would be prominently mentioned as well by the first responders.

"What did you do to your brother," Sam asks me so sternly that it even makes me wonder if she is disapproving of what we're doing together now.

The sound of the whining of what I can only guess is some sort of electric motor that is encased in that fiendishly crafted sex toy that is buried deep inside my ass just seems to be getting louder and louder, and as I suddenly feel a strange tingling sensation that is starting to travel up the inside of my thighs, I just have the sense that something wonderful is going to happen, but what? Between Charlie's cock pumping me while this incredible force that keeps growing in intensity, I just know that it'll only be a matter of seconds before I won't even be able stay focused on what we're all doing now.

"I sucked his dick so hard that he moaned like a baby," I scream out as I start to feel my body reacting to spasms unlike anything I've ever felt before.

It's as though a thousand serpents' tongues are flickering against my tiny knob all at the same time now, and as my brain tries to decipher whether or not I'm locked in the embrace of something truly mystical in nature, the sensation of Sam sliding that electric eel even deeper inside me just pushes my body to the brink of what it can endure. It's as though that thin membrane that separates my vagina from her slutty sister is threatening to tear itself apart as I feel Charlie's cock grinding against that other beast that is buried deep inside me. There's a part of me that wants to cry for fear of what damage internally I might be suffering, but the sheer gratification of being so thoroughly stuffed by two enormous predators as my clit is being magically massaged is just causing a paralysis of my senses as I feel an orgasm approaching the likes I can only imagine what it will do to me.

"Deeper Mommy deeper," I hear the words coming out of my mouth as my ears communicate to my brain what my carnal side just requested as it totally bypassed the normal screening process that the intellectual part of my consciousness would usually handle.

It's as if I'm stuck between heaven and hell as both pain and pleasure battle for supremacy over me now, and even though I know most women could never comprehend just how pleasurable the two are when mixed together like this, I can just feel an orgasm building deep inside me that is absolutely going to shock me because of how intense it's going to be. The feeling of my heart threatening to burst because of what it's trying to cope with makes me wonder if a doctor should be consulted before anyone slides that diabolical toy inside them, but then again, if you're going to die, what better way to go than with a climax that literally stops your heart.

"Doesn't it feel so good," I hear Sam say as I feel my ass-hole gobbling down the remainder of this unholy beast that is gorging itself on my intestines now.

"Oh God," I scream out as I feel myself starting to convulse with spasms of pleasure I didn't think the human body capable of experiencing in one glorious burst of unbelievable lascivious delight.

I'm literally shaking as though I were under the spell of a fever that was sucking the very life out of me, and as I hear the whine of the motor increasing even as it is being muffled by my rectum, I'm starting to feel the first waves of this God like induced rapture beginning to overtake me. I just can't comprehend what I'm feeling now as my brain is just totally out of sync with all the nerve endings in my body that are being smothered in a way that I'm not sure is really happening to me now. Whatever it is that's going on deep inside me, the thought of telling all my friends the pleasures await them from having this unholy toy buried deep inside their bowels quickly evaporates because I'd have to expose a side of me that that I just dare not risk exposing to them.

"It feels like fire is shooting out me," Charlie moans as his mouth locks on mine and our tongues wildly embrace as my womb is being bathed with his semen in a way I've never felt before.

Can all this mayhem be the result of what is spinning wildly out of control in my ass? How come I've never read anything about the miraculous benefits this animal is capable of inflicting on a woman's body? It has to be the best kept secret out there as far as I'm concerned, and as I literally feel my princess being bloated by the sheer amount of cream that is being injected inside her, the sense that it feels like his cock is emptying itself in a way it's never done before. Can that be possible that he just can't stop ejaculating because of what his body was subjected to by that demon that was stuffed up my ass?

"I'm cumming Mommy, I'm cumming," I hear my own voice crying out as I'm not sure whether I'm whispering or screaming.