It all began with a drunken night out with my best friend, Helen. It was late and I could see she had something on her mind as she sipped her wine. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she replied.
“We’ve known each other since school, so I think I know when something’s wrong.”
“Christ, Jen, do you realize we have been friends for more than thirty years now?”
“Don’t avoid the question, Hel. What’s up?”
“That’s the problem,” she replied and paused. “Nothing’s ‘up’ if you get what I mean.”
“Oh,” was my automatic response.
“I do love Fred, but he can’t keep up with me. I think he’s hit the age where he’s more interested in golf.”
I laughed then noticed the serious look on her face. “Sorry,” I said and composed myself. “You knew this day would come. He is twenty years older than you.”
“Yeah, I know, but…” She paused and I eagerly waited. “I didn’t know he would lose interest just as I hit my sexual peak.”
Helen held her wine to her mouth but didn’t drink.
“I’ve decided I don’t want an affair, but I do want more sex,” she said, as she leaned closer to me and whispered, “I’m going to find me a young boy-toy.”
“Wow,” I said, without thinking. “Got anyone in mind?”
Helen frowned. “No,” she stated, “The idea of picking up a stranger in a bar… I can’t do that”
She sighed. “I wish. Bit too close to home, if you know what I mean.”
“No, you don’t want a reputation,” I replied and sipped my wine as a thought entered my head. Over the years we had shared many sex stories and I knew Helen was a highly sexed woman. She drank her wine I could see she was serious. “What about John?”
“John?” She replied, slightly puzzled.
“He’s back from university. He’s a fit young man. I’m sure he’d be willing.”
“Your John?” She asked wide-eyed, staring at me. “Your son, John?”
“Why not?” I asked, not believing I was actually trying to set up my son with my best friend. I took a second to look at Helen and thought she would definitely be most men’s idea of a MILF. Petite, pretty face, nice hair, good body, and a few laughter lines.
“Jesus, Jen, are you sure? I mean… he’s your son. You wouldn’t mind me fucking him?”
I laughed out loud, hearing her put it so bluntly. I was feeling slightly drunk and an image of them having sex flashed through my mind.
“He’s twenty-one,” I casually replied. “He’s old enough to decide what he wants. But no, it wouldn’t bother me.” Helen looked away and I could tell she liked the idea. Then I felt a warmth between my legs. “In fact,” I said, maintaining my composure. “It would be good for you both.”
“Are you serious, or is this one of your wind-ups?” She asked, looking at me with a mixture of shock and excitement on her face.
“Helen, I… I wouldn’t joke about you having sex with my son.”
“You wouldn’t mind me seducing your little boy?” She said, teasing.
“Go for it,” I replied, trying to remain calm.
Helen laughed, then looked me in the eye. “You wouldn’t mind me sucking his cock?”
“I think he’d like it,” I said and we both laughed.
“Do you think he’d like to bury his head between my legs?”
“Not if you’ve got a wild forest growing down there,” I said, pointing to her crotch.
“Smooth as the day I was born,” she stated proudly, then burst into laughter.
I’ve never thought of Helen sexually, but I suddenly pictured her naked pussy and felt a hot flush run through me.
“Oh, Jen, you’re getting me hot and flustered. You sure you wouldn’t mind me having ‘hot sex’ with your little boy?”
“He’s not so little,” was my retort and Helen almost choked on her wine. That caused me to laugh at my choice of words. “I meant he’s a good bit taller than you,” I managed to say, taking a sip of my wine to hide my blushes.
Helen tried to compose herself. “I thought you meant his cock,” she said and erupted with laughter. It was infectious and I laughed with her.
“Oh, Jen, you do make me laugh.”
“What if I told you I’m not joking?” I replied with a straight face.
“Wow!” She stated. “If you’re okay with it, then yes, John would be perfect, but…” She looked away and gasped. “Oh I don’t know, Jen. It’s not like I could pick him up in a bar. How could I…” she broke off and looked away.
The warmth between my legs was getting hotter and I was surprised at my reaction. “I’ll find out if he’s interested. I can’t think why he wouldn’t be.”
“Thank you, Jen. That would be so wonderful of you.” Helen giggled and leaned in close. “I feel like I’m back in school. Do you remember when I asked you to find out if Tony Jackson was interested in me? That’s how I’m feeling now.”
We chatted about her past loves and how I had married my first love. I don’t have a high sex drive and I’m happy to let my husband, Ben, get what he needs.
Helen is a different animal and had had many lovers before she met Ben. He was an older man who knew how to treat a lady. To use Helen’s words: “He knows how to both make love to me and how to fuck me. He’s much better than any of those ‘boys’ I’ve been with.”
I woke the following morning with a mild hangover and checked my phone. A message from Helen: “Thanks for a great night. If you are OK with it, set it up.”
Later that evening while we were having a family meal at the dinner table, I took a moment to look at John. He isn’t particularly handsome, but he’s an attractive young man with youth on his side. His sister, Zoe, two years his junior, is beautiful with long blond hair and legs up to her armpits.
When we finished the meal John helped me with the dishes. As he loaded the dishwasher I composed myself and asked with a quiet curiosity: “What do you make of Helen?”
He glanced at me. “What d’ you mean? I’ve always liked Helen, she’s fun.”
“She said something about being called a, oh what was it,” I paused, feigning ignorance. “A… a Milf, that’s it. Is she one?”
John blushed. “I, uh…, I don’t think I should answer that.” He managed to reply.
“Why not?” I asked, knowing full well why not. “What is a milf anyway?”
“Uh, I think you need to look that one up yourself,” he commented and started the dishwasher. He left the kitchen before I had my phone out. I know what a milf is, but wanted to continue my little act.
An hour later both John and Zoe were in their bedrooms and Ben was in the living room. I figured if John had been masturbating then an hour would have been long enough and knocked on his door. A moment later he told me to ‘come’ which put a smile on my face as I entered his room.
He was on his bed watching something on his laptop as I sat down on the edge of his bed. “What’s up, Mom?” He asked cheerfully.
“I looked up milf,” I said and looked at him as he blushed.
“Oh,” was all he could say.
“So, would you say Helen is a milf?”
“I… Uh… Why are you asking me?” He asked as he pushed his laptop away.
“Well. She told me she was a little surprised when she heard it and wondered if it was true. You’re the only young man we know, so I said I’d ask you.”
“Mom, that’s making me a little uncomfortable. You know, you’re asking me if I want to, uh, you know, with Helen.”
I knew I had to make him relax. “It’s nothing to feel uncomfortable with, Hon, you’re a grown man now and we can talk like adults. If that’s okay with you?” I asked, knowing he couldn’t refuse a bit of flattery.
“Sure, no problem,” he replied, a little flustered.
I felt my heart racing and glanced nonchalantly at his groin. “I’m going to say something now that you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. If you want, we’ll pretend this conversation never happened.”
“Okay,” he said slowly.
“Helen wants… she wants to know if… she wants to know if you would like to have sex with her? There, I’ve said it now, so would you?” I felt relief at managing to ask such a question and excitement at the same time.
“She wants to know if…” he trailed off, looking a little shocked.
I realized the ‘if’ part didn’t complete what I hoped for. “If you want to, she would like to have sex with you. Just two adults having a bit of fun. Not an affair or anything like that. It’s just sex.”
“Jeez, Mom, I, uh, I wasn’t expecting that.” He said and took a deep breath as he looked away. “But what about… What about Fred?”
His consideration made me smile and think he is a decent young man. The fact he didn’t say no also encouraged me. “Let’s just say he’s quite a bit older than she is, do you understand?”
“Oh, right,” he said quietly.
“You’d actually be doing him a favour and she’d stop nagging him.” I watched him think and knew he was interested. “She has got a good body, and between you and me, I know she has a dirty mind.”
“Really?” He enquired, as he sat up against the headboard.
“You wouldn’t believe some of the things she has told me.” Out of the corner of my eye something moved and I briefly glanced at his crotch. “That’s an impressive bulge,” I thought, just before he covered his semi.
“Uh, wouldn’t you think it a bit weird?” He asked.
I smiled at him. “My best friend and my son making her happy, that would make me happy. So if you want to, you can.”
“This is crazy, but good crazy,” he stated, as he tried to think. “What about the how and where? I mean, we would have to be discrete.”
I put my hand on his thigh reassuringly. “In a couple of weeks your father and I are taking Zoe upstate for an athletics meet. You’d have the house to yourself for the weekend. Would that work?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He said excitedly. “Sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to swear like that.”
“That’s alright, Hon. If I was in your position, I think I’d swear a bit too.” He moved his hand from his crotch and stroked the back of his neck. I couldn’t help but look at his tented jeans and I was impressed.
“I take it that means yes,” I said, gesturing to his cock as I rose from the bed and made for the door. “Shall I tell her yes and to make the next weekend free?”
“Uh, yeah,” he answered, still shocked. “That would be great. Thanks, Mom, you’re the best.”
He watched her leave his room, then thoughts flooded his head: “What the fuck just happened? I’m gonna fuck Helen. Mom set me up with Helen. Jeez, she’s been my fantasy since I was… thirteen. How many times have I thought of her when…? She wants to have sex with me. Mom set it up. She wants me to fuck Helen. She looked at my cock. Don’t go there. I can’t believe this, I’m gonna fuck Helen.”
I left his room and briefly wondered if he would be masturbating as soon as I left. I felt strangely aroused that I had set my son up with my best friend. I ignored the thought of him masturbating, but the size of his bulge did make me stop and feel the heat between my legs.
The next week flew by with John asking me several times if Helen was still coming around on Friday. With a wicked smile I told him: “She’ll be coming, alright.” The startled look on his face was a joy to behold.
Friday evening and Helen drove over to Jen’s house. She parked outside and was relieved to see Jen’s car wasn’t there. “Now or never,” she said to herself and took a deep breath. Her heart was pounding and she could feel her nipples pushing against her bra. She grabbed her hold-all and got out of the car as John opened the front door.
She looked at him thinking: “This is going to be fun. Let’s teach him a thing or two.”
“Hi, John. I’m glad you don’t mind me coming over.”
“No. No, not at all,” he said, slightly flustered as he welcomed her into the house. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Great idea,” she replied and followed him into the kitchen.
As John uncorked the bottle his mind was a whir: “She’s fucking gorgeous. Am I really going to fuck her? Jeez, don’t get a boner in front of her. Be smooth.”
“Jen told me you’ve just finished at uni.”
“Yeah.” He replied, taking a seat facing her on the opposite side of the kitchen table. “Still trying to find a graduate training job. No luck yet.”
As the wine flowed and conversation continued about possible careers, Helen realized she had to take the initiative. “John, are you okay with what I want?” She said, looking him in the eye.
“Uh, yeah,” he tentatively replied.
Helen mistook his nervousness as reticence. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“No. I, uh, I mean yes. I do want to,” he spluttered.
Helen got up and approached him. “I’m more than twice your age, John, and I’m not as pretty as the girls your age.”
John tried to think of something to say, but his mind wasn’t functioning properly. Helen suddenly felt nervous. “If you don’t want to, I understand. We’ll just pretend this never happened.”
“No. No. I do want to. It’s just I…” he blurted out. “I’ve always wanted to… with you… uh…”
She felt invigorated by those words and felt a shot of adrenalin shoot through her body.
“It’s alright to be a bit nervous and you’ll get over that quickly. Now here’s what’s going to happen,” she said as she stroked his cheek. “You being young I don’t want you to worry about cuming too quickly.” She looked at him and saw the look of surprise on his face. “In fact, I’ll get you to cum quickly, then we can relax and have a great weekend having sex. Would you like that?”
John couldn’t believe his fantasy was going to be a reality. “Yeah,” he said croakily.
“Good,” she replied and smiled at him. “I’m just going to go upstairs and get changed. You wait here.”
The next ten minutes were the longest ten minutes of his life. Then he heard her on the stairs. His jaw dropped as she entered the kitchen wearing a black and red lacy Basque, black panties and nylons, and black high heels.
Helen saw his reaction and strode confidently into the kitchen and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “See anything you like?” John could only nod as he looked her over. He gasped out loud as she raised a leg and placed her stiletto clad foot on his crotch and pushed against his cock. He gazed between her thighs at her panty covered pussy and breathed in deeply.
“That feels like you have something I’m going to like. Strip!” She said and turned away, walking the length of the kitchen wiggling her hips.
John leapt to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head as he watched the sexy woman walk. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks and jeans as he watched her return.
“And the boxers,” Helen commanded. A second later and John was standing naked in the kitchen with his cock as hard as it had ever been, looking at the sexiest lady he had ever seen in real life.
“You look fucking hot,” he said lustfully.
“And you have a nice cock,” she replied, leaning down to get a closer look. “Not too long, but nice and thick. Wow, that is thick.” John gasped as she took hold of his cock. “Look at that. I can’t get my hand round it,” she said and let go of him. “Where would you like to cum first?” She asked seductively. “In my mouth?” She asked and licked her lips. “On my tits? In my pussy? Or in my ass?”
John was stunned at how raunchily she sounded. “In your…”
“Stop! I’ll decide. I don’t want you soaking this Basque. Not yet anyway.” She stated, then strutted around the kitchen.
John could only watch and was amazed by how sexy her legs looked. He wanted to grab his cock, but resisted the urge as she approached him.
“Get down on your knees,” she commanded and he complied. “No hands. Lean forward and smell my pussy.”
John leaned forward, his nose an inch from her pussy and breathed in deeply. Her musky scent caused his cock to throb.
“Now take off my panties,” she instructed.
He moved each hand to her sides and slowly pulled the lacy panties down her legs. He marvelled at her smoothly shaved pussy and the delicate little slit between her legs. “Fuck me,” he said in awe of the sight before him.
“Not yet, but soon.” She replied and raised a foot onto his chair. “Now lick my pussy.” She looked down as John’s tongue snaked out of his mouth and she felt him slowly and gently lick up one side of her pussy and then the other.
She was impressed he didn’t race straight to her clit and a few licks later her body quivered and she pushed her pussy onto his face. “Oh, that feels good,” she said huskily. “Keep doing that.”
John bent down a bit further and licked the length of her slit, gently pushing his tongue between her lips. The scent and taste of her pussy was driving him wild and he instinctively took hold of his cock.
“If you want to enjoy my pussy, you better let go of your cock.” Helen stated sternly.
“Sorry,” John replied, then stroked his hand up the length of her thigh and over pussy. She was hot and getting wet. He slid his index finger into her pussy and slowly stroked the inside of her moist hole.
Helen took a sharp intake of breath and felt her heart race. She felt his finger on her G-spot and her body reacted with a spasm. Then she watched him cup the top of her pussy with his mouth and lick her clit, as his finger worked magic.
“Suck my clit and finger my pussy. Oh, God, that feels good.” She moaned as she felt her orgasm build.
John lapped at her clit then drew away and blew a stream of warm air on her pussy. Her body flinched slightly, he was pleased he was turning her on. He slipped another finger inside her pussy and pulled her towards him. Her pussy squelched and he fingered her vigorously, revelling in the sight, smell, and the sounds coming from her pussy.
The noises coming from her pussy turned her on and she knew her orgasm would be soon. “Make me cum, John. Do it. Make me cum. Ah, that feels good.”
John looked up at Helen and smiled as he worked his fingers inside her pussy and massaged her clit with his thumb. “Cum for me, Helen. Cum for me,” he said as she threw her head backwards and moaned out loud.
He continued working his fingers and felt her pussy contract and spasm. Then Helen let out a little squeak and her body shuddered. She flinched again and a small squirt of her juices splashed into the palm of his hand.
“Wow!” He exclaimed, having only ever seen a squirter in porn. He slowly licked his palm.
Helen looked down and watched him lick her juices. “Oh good,” she thought, “he’s up for some kinkiness. That was much better than I expected.”
John stood up and faced her. “Did you like that?”
“That was a good start, John,” she replied. “Now it’s my turn.”
He watched as she knelt down and admired his hard cock. She stroked his cock with her right hand and pre-come seeped out over his crown. The sight of the fluid triggered her response and she licked his crown and felt his cock throb in her hand. She rubbed his cock over her cheek and looked up at him. “Sorry, but I can’t fit this in my mouth.”
“Use your tongue and suck as much as you can,” he said, feeling his body heat rising and his heart pounding.
Helen looked at the marvellous cock and licked his balls, then licked the length of his shaft and sucked his crown between her lips as she gently stroked his cock. She felt his legs twitch and knew he would cum quickly.
John watched as Helen sucked his crown and stroked his cock. When she looked up at him and swirled her tongue over his crown, he felt his semen build.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he blurted out.
Helen grabbed hold of his cock with both hands and rapidly jerked him off inches from her face. She felt his cock spasm and looked up as his first jet of cum exploded from his cock over the top of her head.
John gasped when his orgasm shot into the air, then felt her warm luscious lips engulf his cock-head and the next stream of sperm erupted into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he exclaimed and pumped his semen into her mouth.
Helen was surprised of the amount of semen she swallowed and felt his legs buckle. She released his cock and he stumbled back against the table.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said, breathing heavily as Helen stood up.
“Like I said, it was a good start,” she replied lustfully. “Now, where would you like to fuck me first?”
John was aghast. “Wuh, wuh, what d’ you mean?” He asked.
“Every room in the house, John. I want to cum in every room of the house. Where do want to start?”
A wave of confidence surged through him and he pulled her to him and kissed her on the mouth. Their lips opened and their tongues probed each other’s mouth, dancing, swirling together. He broke the kiss, grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground.
“Right here in the kitchen,” he stated as he placed her on the edge of the table with his cock rubbing against her pussy.
Helen looked down at his still hard cock and a thrill of excitement ran through her remembering a young man could stay hard. She placed a hand against his chest and gently pushed him back.
“Go slowly at first, okay,” she told him, looking into his eyes. “I’m small and that is the fattest cock I have ever seen. Let me get used to you before you let loose and fuck me.”
John couldn’t believe his ears, let alone his eyes, with this sexy wanton woman before him. Then it dawned on him to take it slowly and not hurt her.
Helen wrapped her arms around his neck and eased forward to the edge of the table. Her pussy now available for his cock.
John took hold of his cock and rubbed it over her slit and up to her clit. Helen flinched as he slapped his cock against her clit and felt it pulse. Then he lowered his cock and eased it into her pussy. She gasped and John stopped, with the first two inches of his cock inside her.
“Hold still,” she said breathlessly.
John felt the heat and moisture from her pussy and struggled to not pound his cock into her. He held off and watched her face, then she nodded and he pushed further inside.
“Christ, that’s thick,” she said, as she leaned back and placed her hands on the table behind her. “Push it all in then stop.”
John slowly eased his cock all the way into her tight pussy and stopped, then looked at her. Her mouth was wide open. She stared down at her pussy and breathed heavily.
“Slowly now,” she instructed and John eased his cock back out and slowly back in. Her pussy felt hotter and tighter than any he had known before. He wondered how long he would last, then remembered he had just shot his load and should be able to fuck her properly.
Helen felt her head swoon as his cock filled her pussy. She could feel her heart pounding and the blood rushing through her brain. Her stomach inflated with every in thrust and deflated as he withdrew. She’d heard of women fainting during sex and made herself concentrate on his cock. In and out. Slowly in and out. In and out. In and out. Her mind went blank as she was consumed by the pleasure her body and his cock was giving her.
John looked down and saw his cock glisten with her juices. He figured that meant she was suitably aroused and he made his cock throb. Her little gasp told him she was ready and he upped the tempo.
Helen moaned and lay back on the table. John took this as a sign that she was ready. He took hold of her left leg and raised it up to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her leg and used it as a lever to thrust his cock home into her pussy.
A minute later sweat was pouring from his forehead as he pounded his cock in and out of her pussy. He watched her writhe with pleasure and shake her head from side to side.
Helen could no longer control her body. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God. Urrrgghhhhh,” she whimpered.
John was amazed at the sight beneath him, then felt her pussy clamp to his cock as she rolled onto her side. Her body convulsed and she let out a long guttural moan as her orgasm enveloped her. She was gone. This was animal fucking.
John stopped and withdrew his cock as her body shuddered on the table. He pulled out and her orgasm erupted from her pussy. He looked down as it splashed against his stomach. “Fucking wow!” He thought. “Jeez this girl is something else. Fuck! I’ve got her for the weekend. Be cool. Be cool.”
As Helen regained control of her breathing john asked if she was alright.
“Alright?” She answered. “I told you, this is just a good start,” she said as she pushed herself up on the table.
Thoughts flew through John’s mind: “Is she some sort of nympho. Just a start? That was great. Much better than most of the porn I’ve seen. Best I’ve ever had and I didn’t even cum.”
Helen took a sip of her wine. “Number one and two were good, but number three is the big one,” she said looking at him.
“Sorry?” he asked, slightly confused.
“Give me a few minutes to get my breath back.” Helen noticed the puzzled look on his face. “The third time I cum is the big one. Now pour me another glass and think about which room is next.”
John fixed her another drink and wondered what the ‘big one’ could be. He’d never seen a woman convulse on his cock like she had. She’s squirted twice. He tried to think what he could do better and failed to come up with anything.
A minute later John lead her into the living room. “I think we need to get rid of this,” he said, indicating the Basque and moved behind her. He slowly pulled the zip down as his cock hardened against her ass.
Helen felt his cock against her cheeks, then she was free of the Basque. His arms came around her and his hands caressed her breasts. She leaned her head back and John kissed her neck passionately. “Where do you want me? She asked.
“Over here,” he replied and lead her to the sofa. “Lean back and spread your legs.” He watched as she lay down and spread her legs. “You look absolutely fan-fucking-tastic,” he said, then knelt down before her.
Helen felt her breathing tighten as John moved his hands up her thighs with his head between her legs. She watched him slowly roll down her nylons and felt the anticipation in her pussy build. Moments later she felt his tongue on her pussy and she grabbed his head, pulling him onto her sex.
“Lick my pussy. Lick my tight, wet, pussy. It’s your pussy now. Oh, that feels good.”
John looked up and saw her eyes were closed and her neck had reddened. He reached up and cupped a breast tightly. She let out a little squeak when he pinched her nipple.
“Fuck me, John. Fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me.”
That was music to John’s ears and he rose up onto his feet. He took hold of her calf’s and lifted her legs up to her tits and watched as Helen pulled them back to her shoulders. He took hold of his cock and slid it into her pussy.
“Fuck me, John. Fuck me.”
John stared into her eyes as he started fucking her. Feeling his cock slide in and out of her hot wet pussy was better than he had ever dreamed of.
Helen giggled then said: “This is where your Mom always sits. Ummm, keep doing that, it feels so good.”
John continued pumping his cock in and out, occasionally slipping out.
“Did you position me here on purpose, John?” She asked lustfully, with a horny look in her eye. “Are you thinking of fucking your Mom? Oh, that’s it, your cock feels so good. Keep fucking me.”
John moved his hands to her tits and pinched her nipples, unable to speak as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy.
With her legs against his shoulders and his head above hers, Helen moved a hand down and strummed her clit. “Oh, that’s good,” she gasped. She looked up and saw John was consumed with lust and sweat poured from his brow. That turned her on even more. “Call me Jen and fuck my pussy.”
“Jen, your pussy is fucking great.”
Helen felt her body go into overdrive when he called her Jen. Her mind raced: “He wants to fuck Jen. He wants to fuck his Mom. Fuck, this feels good. I’m going to get him to fuck his Mom. Fuck, that’s kinky.”
“Oh, Jesus, Hel, I’m gonna cum.”
“Not yet,” she replied breathlessly. “Another minute,” she managed to say as she rapidly stroked her clit.
John concentrated on not cuming, then felt her pussy clamp on his cock. Helen’s eyes were wild and he knew she was close.
Helen screamed then grabbed his head, looking him straight in the eyes. “Call me Mom and cum in my pussy,” she demanded.
“Oh, fuck, Mom, I’m gonna cum.”
That was all Helen needed to push her over the edge. She felt his cum explode from his cock and pump into her pussy. Her body tensed and she heaved her hips upwards.
John felt his orgasm trigger her orgasm and continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. He watched her rapidly strum her clit. “Arrgggghhhhh,” she moaned, then reached up and pushed him away.
John felt her pussy muscles contract tightly and push him out. She squealed as his cock came out of her pussy and she squirted a stream of her juices up over the back of the sofa.
Helen continued strumming her clit and he watched in amazement as a second stream squirted from her pussy over her body and into her hair. The third squirt splashed over her face and into her open mouth.
John couldn’t believe what was happening. He quickly lowered his head and the next squirt drenched his face. His cock was still hard and he thrust it back into her pussy, only to feel her force him out.
“Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she groaned, as a fourth and final eruption exploded from her pussy and soaked her body, covering her tit’s, neck and face. Her head uncontrollably rolling from side to side as her body jerked and convulsed on the sofa.
John couldn’t say anything and just watched the woman before him disappear into sexual oblivion. She was consumed by sexual bliss and not in control of her body. It was the most amazing sight he had ever seen. He reached forward to stroke her hair from her face. Helen flinched and pushed his hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” she said, exhausted. “Too sensitive.”
John just watched as she tried to regain control of her breathing. A minute later she opened her eyes and looked at him. “That was the big one,” she said and smiled at him. “Thank you, that was great.”
“That was better than great,” He replied, awestruck. “That was fucking amazing!”
Helen giggled. “Glad you liked it. Did you like watching me cum?”
“Like it? I loved it. That was… That was the most incredible thing I have ever seen. You’re amazing.”
“Did I make a mess? She asked.
“Don’t worry about that,” he replied and gently kissed her on the lips. “I think you need a shower.”
“Not yet. I need a few minutes. Could you get me a glass of water?”
When John returned from the kitchen with her drink, he sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her into him.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he told her.
“It was pretty hot wasn’t it,” she replied feeling her nipples harden. “And we’ve only just got started.”
“There’s more?” he asked, surprised.
“That’s what this is for,” she said, and raised the glass of water. “Give me half an hour and I’ll cum like that again.”
“WOW!” Was all he could say.
“Where would you like me to cum next?”
John thought for a moment. “In my mouth,” he replied.
Helen giggled and stroked his cheek. “I meant which room, Silly? But pick a room and I’ll happily cum in your mouth.”
John felt his cock harden just as his phone rang. “Ignore it,” Helen told him and he resisted the urge to answer it. A few seconds later his phone buzzed, indicating a message, and he checked his phone.
“Oh, shit!” He exclaimed. “Bad weather has postponed Zoe’s athletics meet. They’re on their way back. We got ten minutes.”
They both rushed into the kitchen and grabbed their clothes. Helen ran upstairs and a few minutes later she was ready to leave. “I was so looking forward to me fucking you, but I guess that will have to wait,” she said, before kissing him goodbye.
John was in his room when his parents and Zoe entered the house. A little while later his father called him downstairs. His sister and mother were standing by the living room door and his father beside the sofa.
“What happened?” Ben asked, pointing to the wet patches on the carpet.
John felt his cheeks go red and tried to think. “I, uh, sorry, Dad, I spilt a drink. I’ll clean it up now.” He made to leave and Zoe stopped him, pointing behind the sofa.
“How the hell did you spill a drink both in front and behind the sofa?”
“I don’t know,” he answered and pushed past.
Half an hour later John lay on his bed, relieved he hadn’t had to explain further. Zoe knocked and entered his room.
“Sorry about your meeting being cancelled,” he said sympathetically, as she sat on the edge of his bed.
“Don’t worry about that, it’s been rearranged for next week.” She looked at him with a wicked grin on her face. “What really happened in the living room?”
“Nothing,” he replied tersely.
“Oh, come on, John. The living room reeked of sex when we walked in. Who was it?”
John knew he was busted and he couldn’t lie to his sister. “I can’t tell you. I promised I would be discrete.”
Zoe raised her hand to her mouth and gasped. “Oh my, God,” she exclaimed. “We passed Helen on the way back. You had sex with Helen.”
“Shush,” he replied, shocked that she knew. “You can’t tell anyone, alright.”
“I won’t tell anyone if you tell me all the juicy details,” she said and giggled, moving closer on the bed.
It didn’t take long for John to share his story and by the end he could see her nipples poking through her shirt.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” Zoe commented when he explained the stains in the living room. “You really made her come that hard?”
“I think it was more down to her than me,” he replied.
“Don’t put yourself down, big brother. It’s good to know we have a stud in the house.”
They both laughed and Zoe continued: “You got me all hot and flustered. I’m just going to go and take care of myself,” she stated with a giggle and got up from the bed.
“Uh, too much information, thank you.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. I do help with the laundry and I’ve seen the mess you make on your sheets.”
John was mortified, then relieved as she left his room.
The following morning, I wasn’t surprised when I got a call from Helen and we arranged to meet for a coffee. As I drove there I wondered if I wanted to hear any details of my son having sex with her. Helen always enjoys telling me of her adventures, but this would be different. How right I was.
After getting our coffees and exchanging a few pleasantries, Helen leaned onto the table. “Jen, your son is incredible. He gave me the best orgasm of my life. It was amazing!”
“I’m not sure if I want to hear this,” I replied, knowing that I did.
“I’ve got tell someone, Jen. It was mind-blowing. He made me squirt and the last one was an explosion. I came all over the place. I went over the edge, Jen. It was… it was like nothing I have ever experienced.”
I confess I felt a little pride for my son at that point. “Wow!” I said without thinking. “I’ve never had one of those.”
“He gave me three, Jen. Three! The last one was… His cock is incredibly thick.”
I wanted to stop her there, but I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt.
“And he certainly knows how to pleasure a lady. I’ll never forget that last one.”
“Did that happen in the living room?” I calmly enquired.
Helen twigged immediately. “Sorry about the mess,” she said and smirked. “I tell you, even if you want me to replace the carpet, it was worth it.”
I grinned and shook my head, happy that she had such a good time. “That’s okay, I’m happy for you. Just wish you hadn’t done it where I sit on the sofa.” The expression on Helen’s face changed to excited and serious as she gestured for me to lean closer.
“Oh, Jen, you’re not going to believe this. That was his idea. I think it’s what made me feel so naughty. When he came he was thinking of you. He called me ‘Mom’ as he filled my pussy.”
I leant back in shock and gasped out loud. “NO!”
“He did, Jen. Hand on heart, I wouldn’t lie to you.”
I turned away, unable to comprehend what I just heard. My heart raced and thoughts flashed through my mind: “My son couldn’t want to have sex with me. That’s incest. That’s perverse. What’s the matter with him? He called her ‘Mom’ as he came. He thought he was fucking me. Oh my, God. What am I going to do?”
“Jen. Jen.” She said, snapping me back into the moment. “So you’ve never had a squirting orgasm?” She asked in a matter-of-fact tone that again surprised me. I blinked and gently shook my head. “Well, I would certainly recommend John, if you want to experience one.”
“What!” I exclaimed, stunned. “I can’t have sex with my…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence, it was that absurd.
“Why not?” She responded, shocking me once again. “Two consenting adults. What’s wrong with that?”
“He’s my… My, God, Helen. What’s the matter with you? I think we need to change the subject.” I looked away and sipped my coffee, astounded at her suggestion.
The following week was strange. I noticed I felt uncomfortable being in the same room as my son and when I sat on the sofa, I couldn’t help but think about Helen. I was relieved to get away from the house when taking Zoe to the athletics meet and suspected Helen would use the opportunity to have more sex with my son.
“I won’t be back ’til after midnight,” Helen said into her phone.
“That’s alright. Just come over when you can,” John replied.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.”
John had thought about Helen all week and still couldn’t believe the amazing sex they had. His cock stiffened just thinking about her coming over later and stayed semi-erect all evening until she arrived. He greeted her with a kiss and a glass of wine.
After drinking her wine, she looked at him with a mix of curiosity and mischief on her face. “Do you remember what you said to me last week?”
“I remember virtually everything,” he replied enthusiastically. “But not what I said. I was just concentrating on your sexy body.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she replied seductively. “Let’s take this upstairs and I’ll remind you of what you said.” She lead him into his bedroom and gently pushed him onto the bed.
“Now I’m going to fuck you,” she stated and took off her clothes. John peeled off his T-shirt and pulled off his jeans and boxers in one move. He still couldn’t believe what was happening and smiled at her as she climbed onto him and positioned his cock between her legs against her pussy. He felt the heat from her pussy against his cock, then in one motion she slid all the way down his shaft.
“You’ve got a really good cock, John. I’ve never had one this thick.”
John lay back and watched as Helen fucked him. She used his cock like a toy and bounced up and down, getting more and more turned on with every penetration. He felt her pussy contract and reached down to stroke her clit.
Helen felt his hand on her clit and a wave of excitement shot through her body. “Not yet,” she said and brushed his arm away.
He wondered what ‘Not yet’ meant, then realized she was working herself up. He made his cock throb inside her hot pussy and saw her body respond with a shudder.
Five minutes later and Helen was getting close. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration and her hair was sticking to her face. She looked wild. She looked like an animal. She looked out of control. John reached up with both hands and cupped her tits, squeezing her nipples.
“Oh, yes. That feels good.” She said, as she bounced up and down on his cock. “Do you like my tits? Do you like my pussy? My tight pussy?
He was about to answer when she placed a hand over his mouth. “I like your cock. I love your cock. It’s going to make me cum. Pinch my nipples, make me scream.”
John thrust his hips up off the bed, forcing his cock deep into her pussy. She crashed forward, burying her head into his shoulder and continued riding him. “Nearly there,” she whispered into his ear and pushed herself back up. “I’ve never felt so full. So horny.”
John watched as she fucked him and he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm. Her body tensed and her pussy clamped on his cock as she thrust her body backwards. A second later and her head was shaking from side to side as she viciously attacked her clit.
“Uuurrrgghhhhhhhhhhh,” she screamed, and moved forward, his cock slipping from her pussy.
John couldn’t believe the speed with which her hand moved over her clit with it only inches from his face. Helen yelped and then it happened. Her juices erupted from her pussy and covered his face.
He blinked rapidly, not wanting to miss a moment, then felt her opening his mouth. The second squirt filled his mouth and he eagerly gulped it down.
Helen looked down at John’s face covered with her come and decided it was her turn. She moved down the bed and looked up at John as she grabbed his cock. “Now cum on my face,” she ordered and jerked him off.
John felt his sperm rise and watched as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. “Cum for me, John. Cum all over my face.”
He couldn’t hold off any longer. The first jet of cum sprayed over her nose and onto her forehead. She continued jerking his cock and the second rope of cum covered her cheek and chin and she growled like a dog. “All of it.” She demanded. The third and final rope she took in her mouth and greedily gobbled it down.
The next thing John saw it was daylight and Helen woke him. “Come on, up you get, coffee’s on. After the coffee you’re taking me shopping,” she announced and left the room.
The shopping trip consisted of a single visit to a sex shop. “I’ve never been in here,” John announced, a little surprised.
“You’re in for a treat,” Helen responded, took him by the hand and lead him inside. John couldn’t believe the size of some of the toys and wondered if they were really used. The lingerie section excited him, but what turned him on was how comfortable Helen was looking at everything and squeezing his hand when she saw something she liked.
“Here’s what I’m after,” Helen commented, when she selected a packet with three butt plugs and admired the contents.
“Why do you need three?” John curiously asked.
Helen chuckled to herself. “Small, medium, and large. I need to work my way up if I’m going to take your cock in my ass. Come on,” she said, as she grabbed a tube of lube, and lead him to the checkout.
After paying she enquired where the changing rooms were, and was told they were closed for cleaning. Helen looked around and noticed there was no-one else in the shop.
“Would you mind if I…” she asked the cashier as she opened the box.
“Go right ahead,” he replied.
John was shocked when Helen pulled down her trousers and panties, then handed him the small butt plug. “Lube it up first, then pop it in,” she instructed, and passed him the lube.
John nervously looked around the room and felt his cock twitch. When Helen leant on the checkout counter and wiggled her ass, he felt a surge of blood give him an erection.
“Hurry up,” she ordered.
John spread the lube over the toy, then looked at her ass. “Spread your cheeks for me.”
Helen reached behind and pulled her cheeks apart. John placed the toy against her asshole and gently pushed, to be met with resistance as her sphincter instinctively shut tight.
“Just push it in,” Helen told him, then let out an ‘ooh’ as she felt the toy enter her ass. “Bit cold, but feels good,” she said with a smile and pulled her trousers up.
An hour later and they were having lunch at a local Italian restaurant. John was thinking about the sex they had last night and the butt plug in Helen’s ass. Then he remembered his Mom telling him Helen had a dirty mind. “Would you mind if I asked you a personal question.”
Helen looked at him, her curiosity piqued. “Ask away.”
“Are you into…” he stopped not sure if he should continue, thinking he might get into unchartered territory. Then decided to go for it. “Are you into anything kinky?”
“Depends what you call kinky,” she replied immediately.
John thought for a moment. “Bondage?”
“Mild, yes. Pain, no. How about you?”
“Uh, I’ve never… Only ever had normal sex.”
“That depends what you call ‘normal’ doesn’t it,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Would you like to get kinky?”
John stuttered: “I, uh, I… I don’t know.”
“If you can think of it, I’ve probably done it. I’m going to go to the bathroom to change up a size,” she said picking up her shopping bag. “You have a think and maybe, no probably, I’ll agree to it.”
John watched her walk away and tried to think. All that came to mind were porn scenes and he didn’t want to share her with anyone. He hadn’t tried bondage. He thought he might like it, but didn’t like the idea of his Mom finding him naked tied to a bed.
When Helen returned she took a moment to get comfortable. “So, did you think of anything kinky you would like to try?”
“Um, not really. I haven’t had much, uh, experience in that way.”
“Okay,” she replied slightly disappointed. “Any questions you want to ask?”
He looked around to make sure no-one was listening. “Uh, what’s the strangest thing you’ve done?”
Helen paused for thought, then leaned closer. “A double enema, that was fun.”
John was embarrassed by his ignorance. “What’s that?”
Helen giggled. “It’s when you fill my ass and pussy with water so that I’m really full. Then I force it all out. The feeling of going from completely full to totally empty, that is a bit strange.” Helen noticed he wasn’t disgusted. Then he smiled and she thought he might like some ‘strange’.
Half an hour later they had finished their meal and Helen departed to the bathroom to insert the large butt plug. When she returned she had mischief on her mind.
“I do have one kink we can indulge in today,” she informed him. “If you want to fuck me in the ass, you have to call me Mom. Are you okay with that?”
All John could think about was the first half of that sentence and he duly nodded his consent. Minutes later they were driving home and John was getting nervous – he’d never fucked anyone in the ass and was worried about disappointing her.
Helen noticed he was quiet. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what to do,” she said reassuringly and put her hand on his thigh. “Once you get going, you are going to love fucking my ass. It gives me the best orgasms.”
John’s heart rate surged and he felt his cock stiffen. His mind raced: “How could an orgasm be better than what she had last night. Or last week? What have I got to do? She said she would tell me. Jeez, I’m going to fuck her ass.”
“What are you thinking,” Helen asked as they approached his home.
“You certainly are surprising me.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“Oh, yes,” he answered enthusiastically.
“Well, maybe I’ve got a few more surprises for you. Would you like that?”
“Uh, yeah,” he replied hesitantly. “I think so.”
When they entered the house and John closed the door, Helen pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately. She pushed her breasts into him and raised his arms above his head, then pulled his shirt off. Seconds later his jeans were on the floor beside his shirt.
John watched as Helen stood back and looked at his erect cock. Slowly and seductively she undid her shirt and threw it to the floor. She stripped for him, taking her time and touching his hard cock every time she removed an item of clothing. She was an angel and a devil at the same time. He’d seen strippers before, but never such a personal show and Helen was a perfect temptress.
Her show finished with her bent over with her head between her legs looking up at him. “Ready to fuck?”
John didn’t need asking. The glistening steel butt plug protruding from her ass was the most erotic sight he had ever seen and his cock was throbbing. He grabbed his cock, bent down and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. He held her by the waist and with one thrust he was deep inside her.
“Ahh, that feels so good,” she whelped. “Fuck me, John. Fuck me. I want you to fill my pussy with your cum. Fuck me. Cum for me. Cum in my pussy.”
John vigorously pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. Helen shrieked and pushed her hands against the wall. “Fill it. Cum in my pussy. I want your cum. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fill me. I love your cock. Ah, fuck me harder!”
He was turned on by her dirty talk and held her hips tighter as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. He marvelled at the sight before him. Every time he slammed his body against hers he noticed the ripples roll through her ass cheeks.
Moments later he felt her pussy contract and clamp on his cock. He worried about cuming too quickly, but his mind went blank and instinct took over. He felt his semen rise and forced his cock into her as deep as he could. His body jerked as his seed exploded from his cock and filled her pussy.
“Phwoar, I needed that,” Helen gasped as he slid out of her pussy. “Pass me my panties.”
John passed her her panties, curious as to why she wanted them, then watched her mop his semen from her pussy.
“Don’t want it spilling on the carpet. That was a big load.”
John chuckled. “Good thinking. You were on fire.”
“Let’s have a drink while you get your strength back,” Helen said and lead the way to the kitchen. John watched her ass cheeks bounce as she walked.
After gulping down a glass of water she turned to John and lustfully asked: “Which room next?”
“Would you mind if we leave Mom and Dad’s room out of this. I don’t think they’d like it.”
“No problem,” she replied. “That leaves Zoe’s room.”
John nodded and felt his cock harden.
“If we miss your Mom’s room, when you fuck my pussy you call me Zoe and when you fuck my ass, you call me Mom. It’s one of my kinks.”
John briefly wondered why, but accepted it as one of her kinks. He took her by the hand and lead her up to Zoe’s room. Once inside he watched her look around the room. “Very girly,” she commented. “Now where does she keep her toys?”
“I, uh, I don’t know if she’s got any,” he answered.
“With a body like she’s got, she’ll have some toys, believe me.”
John watched as she pulled out the bottom drawer of a chest and rummaged about. He was surprised when she found a ‘Magic Wand’.
“Only the one, but this is a good one,” she said as she approached the bed and plugged the toy into the socket. “We’ll save it for later. Now let me suck that beautiful cock of yours.”
John quickly moved forward as she sat on the edge of the bed. His hard cock throbbing and his pulse quickening. He watched as she took hold of his cock and licked from the base to the tip, then sucked on his crown.
“Oh, Helen, that feels so good,” he muttered.
She stopped and looked up at him. “Call me Zoe or I won’t suck your cock.”
“Uh, okay,” he whimpered as she squeezed his cock. “Zoe, please suck my cock,” he pleaded. He briefly wondered what was with the names, then closed his eyes and felt her tongue on his cock. An image of Zoe sucking his cock entered his mind and he opened his eyes, a little startled at the image.
“Um,” she moaned then licked his crown. “I think my pussy needs your cock.” She looked up at his face as she lay back and spread her legs. She could see the eagerness on his face and felt his cock nudge against her entrance. She relaxed and he slid his cock all the way inside, filling her completely.
John moaned with pleasure as he felt her hot pussy take his cock. He looked down at her glistening pussy lips and saw her juices on his cock as he pulled back, then thrust it back in.
Helen wrapped her legs around his as she felt her body come alive. “Call me Zoe and fuck my pussy,” she demanded.
“Zoe,” he blurted out as he fucked her. He concentrated on making his cock throb every time he thrust into her and her moans encouraged him to continue.
Helen put her hands around his neck and pulled him to her, their faces inches apart. “You like fucking Zoe’s pussy,” she said huskily.
“Yes,” he replied breathlessly.
Perspiration was dripping from her forehead. “Who’s pussy are you fucking?” She demanded.
“Zoe’s,” he answered and felt her pussy clamp on his cock.
“Fuck Zoe’s pussy and make me cum,” she commanded as she pushed her head down into the bed.
An image of Zoe impaled on his cock shot through his mind.
Helen grabbed the bed sheets and moaned with pleasure. Her back arched up off the bed and thrust her tits towards him, her nipples hard and deep red.
“I’m cuming,” she uttered, unable to breath. “Ahhhhhh,” she moaned and her body went limp as John thrust his cock deep into her pussy. She squealed and he felt her pussy spasm on his cock. He watched her lay back and she gently pushed a hand forward to his chest, motioning for him to stop.
“Are you okay,” he asked, sincerely.
“Great,” she replied breathlessly. “Just give me a minute.”
John lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her glistening body. His cock remained hard and he knew she would be up for more in a minute.
Moments later she turned her head to face him. “Have you got the lube?”
John didn’t answer. He leapt from the bed and ran downstairs. When he returned, he stopped and looked at Helen. Her sexy body covered with a sheen of perspiration. A woman who enjoyed sex and had just orgasmed. A sexy lady who wanted his cock. Now he was ready to fuck her ass.
Helen noticed he was ready and lifted her legs up to her shoulders, pinning them behind her arms. “Take it slowly.”
John reached forward and pulled the butt plug from her ass. He looked down just as her gaping hole closed. Once he applied the lube, he lined his cock up to her ass and gently pushed forward. He stopped when his crown was buried inside her and felt how hot and tight she was.
“More,” she said quietly and he eased his cock further into her ass. He stopped when she flinched and moaned with pain. “I’m okay,” she pleaded. “Take it slowly.”
John eased his cock in and out of her ass, amazed how tight she was and how much he was enjoying it. He took care not to push too hard and watched the expressions on her face. She grimaced on the first few instrokes, then looked up at him and smiled.
Helen felt all the tension seep from her body and she relaxed, ready to enjoy the fucking. “Call me Mom and fuck my ass.”
John’s cock instinctively throbbed and he pushed his cock all the way inside. “Oh, Mom, your ass feels so good.”
“I love it,” she lustfully replied. “I love it when you call me Mom.”
An image of his Mom squirming as he fucked her ass flashed through his brain. He tried to take in all he could see. His cock in her ass. Her legs behind her shoulders. Her nipples hard and dark. Her pussy lips soaked and puffy. Her damp hair sticking to her face. She was his.
He pumped his cock in and out of her ass and watched the skin on her face turn red as beads of perspiration rolled down her face. He felt his semen rise and concentrated on not cuming.
Helen reached down to her pussy and strummed her clit. She gasped out loud at the pleasure she was feeling and wondered if she could get any higher. “The Magic Wand,” she demanded.
John stopped pumping and passed her the wand. He wondered what would happen next as he had never used any toys before.
“Keep fucking me,” she commanded. “And call me Mom when you cum.”
John rocked his body back and forth, forcing his cock in and out of her ass.
Helen turned on the wand and a gentle buzzing sound filled the air. She knew she would cum quickly when she placed the rubber end on her clit. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
John felt the pulsing vibrations shoot through her body causing her to tighten her grip on his cock. He held still wanting to watch her face and feel the toy work its magic. Her face was dark red and taught as she took short rapid breaths. Her eyes were locked on his and he knew she was about to cum.
Helen pressed the button on the toy and the vibrations increased in speed. She felt like her body had been possessed and she was no longer in control. She pressed the button again and the vibration was a long powerful thud against her clit. Another press and the toy felt like a jackhammer on her pussy.
“Oh, God! Oh, God. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She bleated.
John thought the vibrations felt strange at first, but watching how turned on she was made him push harder and deeper.
“Arghhhhhh,” she screamed and threw the toy on the bed as her orgasm tore through her body and exploded from her pussy.
John stopped pushing as her orgasm squirted from her body and splashed against the wall. He watched with wonder as she strummed her clit and the second squirt erupted from her pussy and soaked the sheets. The third and fourth squirts covered her body as she writhed with pleasure, lost in oblivion.
He pushed his cock in as far as he could and she wailed like a banshee as a fifth jet of her juices splashed down on her tits. “Fuck, Mom. I’m gonna cum,” he blurted out as his semen shot from his cock into her ass.
“Urrrrgggghhhhhh,” she screamed, feeling him cum.
Helen felt her body shudder and spasm. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to understand the feelings. She was gone. Lost. Out of control. Her body had taken over. She convulsed violently and growled like a dog.
John pulled out and worried if he had hurt her as she bucked up and down on the bed, her arms flailing by her side. Her breathing deep and rapid. He reached out to touch her, then remembered she would be too sensitive.
The next minute terrified him as she continued to convulse. He wondered if something was seriously wrong and thought she might have had a seizure. When her breathing regained some sense of normality he felt a wave of relief and gasped out loud.
“Are you okay,” he quietly asked.
Helen heard the question, but was unable to answer. She felt her body slowly relax and she grabbed hold of the sheets, pulling her knees up to her chest as she panted heavily.
When she calmed down, John went to the bathroom to fetch a towel. He asked if it was alright to touch her before he wrapped her in the towel. He gently held her and waited for her to speak.
“I’ve never cum like that,” she whispered.
“Neither have I,” he replied and kissed her shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know,” she answered. “That was almost too much. At one point I was scared.”
“Shush now. Just relax. Go to sleep.”
When Helen fell asleep John thought about what had happened. She’d orgasmed so powerfully she had completely lost control. He’d heard about such things and now he knew they were true. A strange surge of pride made him smile and he realised he was definitely a good lover.
Helen slept the sleep of the dead and woke as the sun was going down. She tried to stand up, felt dizzy and sat back on the bed. “I’ll get you some water,” John said and went to the bathroom.
When she finished her drink she realised she felt week. “Would you drive me home, please, John. I don’t think I can drive.”
“Sure,” he replied. “Would you like a shower first?”
“Just take me home.”
John helped her dress and carried her down stairs to her car. They were silent as they drove and both thought about what they had experienced. When they arrived at her house she thanked him and kissed him on the cheek.
He watched her disappear inside, took out his phone and ordered a taxi. After he returned home he had a bite to eat and suddenly felt exhausted. His legs felt heavy and he forced himself upstairs to bed and slept.
“John! John! Wake up,” Zoe said, as she shook him awake. “My room, now!”
“What time is it?” He asked groggily.
“It’s gone twelve. My room, now!”
As Zoe left the room he suddenly remembered he hadn’t changed her sheets and felt awful. He pulled on his jeans and tried to think how to make it up to her. “I’m so sorry,” he pleaded as he entered her room. “I’ll clean it all up now.”
“Look at it. Look at it.” Zoe demanded. “Her cum is everywhere. The sheets are covered with it. She’s even stained the wallpaper and I’m not touching my Magic Wand while it’s still covered with her cum. You fucking well owe me for this.”
He looked at all the stains and felt proud at how much he had made Helen cum. “Sorry, Zo. I’ll change the sheets now.”
Zoe watched as he changed the sheets. She couldn’t stop thinking about Helen’s orgasms. Her nipples hardened and she felt hot between her legs. She looked at her brother and wondered how good he must be in bed. Then she shocked herself with the thought: “No-one would know.”
“All done,” he stated as he finished wiping the wallpaper. “That’ll dry out soon and you won’t see anything. I really am sorry. I did mean to clean it up before you got home.” He picked up the bucket and cloth and made to leave.
“Not yet,” Zoe stated. “You still owe me, Buster.”
“Okay, what do you want?”
Zoe’s mind raced. She looked in his face and saw a puppy dog waiting for his master’s orders. “I want you to make me cum.”
“What!” He replied, shocked. Then the image he’d had of them fucking flashed back into his mind.
“I can’t use my magic wand knowing where it’s just been. All her orgasms have made me horny. I need an orgasm. Make me cum!”
“Jeez, Zo. You’re my sister.”
“You and Helen, it’s just sex, right?” She stated firmly.
“Yes,” he meekly replied.
“Well this will just be sex. Not full sex. ‘Me Time’ is what I call it.” A surge of adrenalin flooded her body and her arousal excited her. “Just lick my pussy and make me cum,” she said as calmly as she could and peeled off her tracksuit bottoms.
John watched her recline on her bed and spread her long legs. He’d never looked at her sexually before and right then all he could see was a beautiful young blonde who wanted an orgasm. “This could get weird,” he commented, unsure what to do.
“No it won’t,” she replied, realising he hadn’t balked at the idea. “Just make me cum, then we get back to normal. No-one will know.”
“Okay,” he stated slowly and put down the bucket and cloth. He looked her in the eye and could see she wasn’t joking. She breathed in deeply and her breasts heaved forward. “I make you cum and we call it quits.”
Zoe’s heart raced as she knew she had him hooked. “Maybe,” she replied coyly. “Just get down here and lick my pussy.”
John felt himself move forward and get down on his knees between her long legs. He felt like he was under a spell and couldn’t stop himself.
Zoe watched as he moved his head between her legs. “Huh,” she gasped as his tongue made contact with her thigh. “Oh yes,” she cooed as he licked up to the hem of her panties. “That feels really good.”
John looked up at her as he licked her other thigh and noticed her nipples poke through her T-shirt. He continued licking her thighs then moved forward and licked her panty covered pussy. She gasped again and John reached out with both hands and took hold of her panties.
Zoe felt her body tremble and eased her butt off the bed. She watched him pull her panties down and felt incredibly excited exposing her pussy to him. Without thinking, she reached down and spread her pussy lips. She was hot and could already feel she was wet.
John stared at her pussy. “Beautiful,” he uttered, admiring her short blond hairs and tender pink lips. He leaned forward and licked from the bottom of her pussy right up to her clit.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as he sucked her clit into his mouth. “That’s soooo good.”
John leaned back on his heels and admired her pussy. He reached forward and stroked up and down both sides before moving his fingers to her entrance. She gasped when he slid his index finger inside and again when his middle finger entered her pussy. He moved his other hand across the top of her pussy mound and gently pressed down as his fingers pushed up.
Zoe was wide-eyed in admiration and anticipation. She closed her eyes when she felt his tongue on her pussy and his fingers gently caress her G-spot. “Oh, God,” she mumbled as her clit throbbed on his tongue.
John sucked her clit into his mouth and sloshed his tongue over it. He made ‘come to me’ gestures with his fingers as he felt her spongey G-spot. She smelt wonderful. She tasted wonderful. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he slid his tongue over her clit.
“That’s it. That’s it. Keep doing that. That feels soooo good.”
John kept one hand pressing down on her pussy mound as he fingered her and sucked on her clit. Her legs flinched and her body tensed. Her juices began to flow.
“Oh, God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” She uttered as she felt her orgasm build and she lay down on the bed.
John leant back and increased the pressure on her mound and the speed with which his fingers moved. Her pussy repeatedly squelched and her juices covered his hand. He wanted to watch her cum.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep doing that! I’m gonna… Urrgghhhh,” she sighed as her orgasm swept through her.
John felt her body tense and her pussy spasm on his fingers as she came. He smiled, pleased he had given her an orgasm. Then she relaxed and looked up at him. “That was wonderful. For that, I’ll make you some lunch.”
He wiped his hand on his jeans and watched her get dressed. She stood and walked up to him. “Looks like I’ve got me a new toy. Sandwich okay?” She asked as she left her room.
Three times during the next week she asked John for ‘Me Time’ and three times he duly obliged, giving her an orgasm each time. Zoe thoroughly enjoyed her orgasms and John enjoyed helping her to climax.
Saturday afternoon I had arranged to meet Helen for coffee and was surprised how quiet she was. “What’s the matter?” I enquired.
She looked at me and I could see she was thinking. “Oh, Jen,” she began, then stopped. “It’s your boy. I can’t stop thinking about him.”
“Don’t go falling in love, Helen. You know it will only end badly.”
“I know. I know,” she replied. “It’s just the best sex I’ve ever had. I completely lost it last time.”
“He made me come so powerfully I almost passed out. I couldn’t control it. I just kept cuming and cuming. I squirted all over the place.”
The thought of having an orgasm like that got me aroused. I’ve read about them in magazines like Cosmo, but I’ve never experienced one.
Helen leaned closer. “Jen, I think he wants to have sex with you.”
“What! Don’t be crazy.”
“He called me ‘Mom’ as he came.”
“No!” Was all I could say. My mind was in a spin. I confess I had thought about what Helen had told me previously and I had been avoiding John. When I looked at him at the dinner table I no longer saw my little boy, I saw a young man who was apparently a bit of a ‘sex god’ and it got me aroused. I even wondered if he could make me cum like Helen did. That had worried me.
“Earth calling Jenny. Come in, please.”
“Sorry, Hel. I just can’t believe it. Do you really think he wants to have sex with me? I’m his mother.”
“You’re also a hot older woman. There isn’t a young man alive who wouldn’t want you.”
“Nonsense,” I replied. “Don’t be so crazy.”
“I’m not,” she continued. “Most young men will have sex with anything. A pretty woman like you with a body like you’ve got, you’d be on many a young man’s wish list.”
I drove home wondering if there was any truth in what Helen had said. As I entered the empty house there was one of Zoe’s T-shirts on the floor. I picked it up and took it to her room. When I opened the door I was stunned by the sight before me.
Zoe was naked on the bed facing me with her eyes tightly closed. John was between her legs eating her pussy. I was shocked. My boy and girl were having sex. I tried to speak, but couldn’t. I tried to move, but couldn’t.
Zoe moaned and pulled John’s head tighter into her pussy. She arched her back off the bed and she came loudly with a squirt of her juices flying straight up into the air.
I moved back and gently closed the door behind me. My first thought should have been: ‘What the hell are they doing?’ But I confess it wasn’t. It was: “Zoe’s a squirter.” I tried to think, but couldn’t get that image out of my mind. “Helen’s a squirter. Zoe’s a squirter. Maybe all women can squirt.”
Ten minutes later John and Zoe joined me in the kitchen. They made small talk, but I knew I had to give them a big talk. “Would you both sit down,” I said tersely and they both understood my tone of voice.
“What’s the matter, Mom?” Zoe asked.
“I know about you two and what you’ve been getting up to. It’s wrong. It’s got to stop. Do you understand me?”
Silence. They were both rabbits caught in the headlights. John lowered his head and spoke softly. “Sorry, Mom. It won’t…”
“I’m not sorry,” Zoe interrupted. “I like it. It’s just sex, Mom. We’re two consenting adults giving each other some pleasure. It’s not like I’m going to have his babies.”
“But, Zoe, he’s your brother!” I replied, stunned by her words. “Sex should be with someone you love. Not your brother.”
“Mom, I feel safe with John and I do love him.”
“It’s incest and it’s against the law,” I stated indignantly.
“What we do behind closed doors is our business and nobody else’s.” Zoe stated firmly, then rose to her feet. “If I have sex with him, and I do want to have sex with him, be glad it’s with someone who cares about me.”
I watched as she stormed out of the kitchen. “Maybe you can talk some sense into her,” I said to John. He sighed and looked at me.
“It’s just sex. Just like with me and Helen.”
I was stunned. He’d used my words to defend the un-defendable. “It’s incest!” I yelled and rose from my seat.
“Mom, please calm down,” he said quietly. “We’re consenting adults and it makes us happy.”
“It makes you happy!” I said, feeling my rage rise. It’s just sex!” I yelled in disgust.”
I ran out of the kitchen and up to my bedroom. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day trying to make some sense of what happened. My thoughts were all over the place. I was horrified. I wanted to kick them out of the house. Then I worried that I might never see them again. I didn’t know what to do.
With the image of Zoe’s orgasm playing on a loop in my mind, I heard myself quietly say: “It’s just sex. It’s just sex.” Again I was horrified. “Could it be true?” I asked myself.
Just before I fell asleep I heard a bedroom door open and close, then a quiet knock and another door open and close. I figured John and Zoe had things to talk about, but I couldn’t think about it and drifted off to sleep.
Zoe had entered John’s room and sat up on the bed beside him. “What do you think Mom’s going to do?” She asked.
“I don’t know. She might kick us out.”
Zoe thought for a moment. “No, Daddy wouldn’t let her do that to me. To us. I’ll pout and use my little girl voice.”
John chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve seen how he reacts when you do that.”
“I’ve got him wrapped around my finger. I’m Daddy’s girl. We’ll be alright.”
“Whatever happens it’s going to be very strange around here. Do you think we should stop?”
“What! No way,” she stated, a little surprised at the suggestion. “I meant everything I said.”
They both sat against the headboard thinking about what Zoe had said. Zoe rolled onto her side to face John. “I did mean everything I said.”
The image of him fucking Zoe flashed back into his mind. “All of it?” He quietly asked.
“All of it.” She replied. “Including the bit about us having sex.”
John felt a rush of blood to his cock. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. We’re both adults. You’ve been giving me a lot of pleasure. It’s only right that you get some pleasure.”
“We can’t while Mom’s home.”
“Why not?” She asked as she got off the bed. “She already thinks we’re having sex.”
John watched her lock his bedroom door, then turn to face him. She peeled off her T-shirt to reveal her pert tits and her nipples were already erect. Her jeans and panties came off together and she stood before him, naked.
“You have a fantastic body,” he commented lustfully.
“And it’s about time I get to see your cock. Come on, get your clothes off.”
He got off the bed and his cock was hard before he had his T-shirt off. He pulled down his jeans and removed them with his socks, leaving him in just his boxers. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Come on, get them off. I want to see your cock.”
John paused as Zoe approached him, then took his boxers off and watched Zoe stare down at his cock.
“Oh, goodie,” she stated excitedly and took hold of him. “I do like a big fat cock. Get on the bed.”
John climbed onto the bed and Zoe lay down on her side, facing him. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. John tentatively reached forward and stroked her breast as Zoe placed her hand on his cock.
He moved his hand down her body and slid it between her legs. She was hot and wet. They looked at each other as they mutually masturbated. The sexual tension built and neither wanted to stop.
“Mind if I fuck you first?” Zoe asked.
“Sure,” he casually replied.
Zoe giggled. “I’ve wanted to do this for years. I’ve even dreamt about this happening.”
John was surprised with the ‘years’ comment, then felt her gently push him on to his back as she straddled him. He looked at her long slender athletic body as she rose up above him and took hold of his cock.
“Wow! This is a fat one,” she teased and rubbed his cock against her hole. “So, Big Brother, are you ready for a good fucking?” She asked as she slid down his pole. “That feels soooo good.”
Zoe’s pussy wasn’t as tight as Helen’s, but it was every bit as hot and wet. John watched her as she leant up and rode his cock. Her long legs gave her leverage to rise right to the top of his crown before sliding back down, taking all of his cock.
She leant forward placing her hands over his shoulders and slid back and forth on his cock as she ground her clit against his body. “Your cock feels great. Nice and full,” she huskily stated, then pushed back up and leant back.
John felt his cock bend to a painful angle and pushed himself up with his hands behind him. Zoe leant back and placed her hands on the bed behind her. They both looked down at her pussy slowly sliding back and forth on his cock.
John clenched his muscles and made his cock pulse, pulling her towards him. “Ooh,” she moaned. “I like that. D’ you like my pussy?”
“It’s hot and beautiful,” he replied.
Zoe watched his face and clenched her pussy muscles, squeezing his cock. John moaned and heaved his cock into her pussy. She was pleased with his reaction and realised they were definitely compatible as lovers.
John watched her lean her head back and she bounced up and down on his cock. Her body was smooth without an ounce of fat. Her tits weren’t big, but they were firm with lovely pink nipples. Her legs were those of a super-model’s. In his eyes, she was perfect.
As Zoe leaned forward, John leant back and reached up to caress her breasts. She continued to ride his cock and let out a little squeal when he pinched her nipples.
He looked down and saw his cock shine with her pussy juice. Her lips were puffy and red, and her breathing was deeper. He planted his feet on the bed and heaved upwards, forcing his back off the bed.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, feeling his cock all the way inside as she moved forward over him. She held herself still and looked him in the eye. “Fuck me.”
John pumped his cock in and out of her pussy with all the strength he had. She closed her eyes and let out a guttural moan. “You’re gonna make me cum,” she said breathlessly.
John could feel his sperm rise and then her pussy muscles contracted and clamped on his cock. “Fuck, yes!” He whimpered.
“I’m gonna… Yes! Yes! Yes!” She exclaimed as she felt her body tense and her pussy squeeze his cock. “I’m cuming.”
John thrust his cock up into her and his semen spurted deep into her pussy as she came. His balls were in overdrive and he pumped rope after rope of cum into her. She collapsed against his body as he emptied his last blast and they lay together, a sweaty mess.
She brushed her hair from her face and stroked his cheek. “That was amazing! First time and we came together. How cool is that?” She stated with a delighted tone.
“That was special,” he replied.
“I think it’s a sign,” she said as she rolled off him and lay back on the bed.
John wondered what she meant, then they both heard their father’s car draw up outside. They leapt from the bed and scrambled to put their clothes on. They were almost dressed when the front door slammed shut. Zoe grabbed her Nikes and ran to her room.
Ben entered the house and was surprised with the silence. He entered the kitchen and noticed no sign of any cooking or used plates. “Jen,” he called out, after checking the living room. Puzzled, he made his way upstairs to their bedroom.
I roused myself when Ben entered the room. With one look from me, he stopped, knowing something was wrong. “We need to talk,” I said as calmly as I could. “Sit down. This is going to come as a shock.” There was no easy way to tell him so I simply said: “Our children are having sex.”
He looked at me bemused. “So? What’s wrong with that?”
“With each other,” I stated and watched as the penny dropped.
“What! Are you sure. They can’t be.”
“I saw them this afternoon. I confronted them about it and they didn’t deny it. They said ‘It’s just sex’ and it’s ‘just a bit of fun’. I couldn’t believe it.”
“Jesus Christ!” Was his response and he held his head in his hands. I waited as he thought and then he looked at me. “What are we going to do?”
“I’ve tried talking to them, but they wouldn’t listen to me. Maybe you could explain why it’s wrong.”
He sighed, exasperated. “Okay,” he replied reluctantly. “I’ll go and talk to them.”
After Ben left the room he called John and Zoe down to the kitchen. When I heard them go down I went and sat on the stairs.
Ben stood beside the sink as Zoe and John sat at the kitchen table. There was sadness in his voice when he asked: “Is what your mother told me true?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Zoe answered with her ‘little girl’ voice.
“Oh, Jesus,” he responded. “Don’t you know how wrong this is?”
“Why, Daddy? Why is it wrong?”
“Because he’s your brother!” He stated, raising his voice. “You don’t have sex with your brother! I know you are both young, but it has to stop. Sex should be with someone you love.”
“But I do love him, Daddy, and he loves me. Not a romantic love, but a caring love. All we are doing is making each other happy. It’s just a bit of fun.”
“But, Zoe… You should be saving sex for someone you love.”
Zoe dropped the ‘little girl’ voice. “Come off it, Daddy. You’re not telling me Mom is your one and only.”
That remark caught Ben off guard and he struggled for a reply. “Have you got anything to say?” He asked, looking at John.
John looked at Zoe and she smiled at him. “It’s just sex, Dad.”
“And I’m on the pill,” Zoe quickly added.
“So you ‘just have sex’ with anyone you want.” He stated and glared at Zoe.
“No, Daddy! I’m not a slut!” Zoe replied and felt emboldened by her defence. “If they…”
“If they what?” Ben barked.
“If they… If they loved me as much as you love me, then yes, I would have sex with them.”
Ben was incredulous and shook his head. “Don’t you understand it’s wrong!”
“What’s so wrong, Daddy?” Zoe asked and felt a thrill shoot through her. “We’re all consenting adults.”
The word ‘all’ stunned Ben.
“I like sex. John likes sex. You like sex.” Zoe continued. “Why shouldn’t we share our bodies if it makes us happy?”
“But… But… But…” Ben stuttered.
Zoe rose from the table and approached her father. “I’ve got a good body, Daddy. Would you like to have sex with me? I’d like to have sex with you.”
“What!” He barked, then looked at her body.
“I’d like to have sex with you and John would like to have sex with Mom.”
John was startled by Zoe’s comment; then the image of him fucking his Mom flashed through his mind.
“Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? What’s the matter with you?” Ben asked, feeling baffled.
“I’ve watched porn where a man your age has sex with a girl my age. I liked it. Wouldn’t you like to have sex with me?”
Ben couldn’t stop himself looking at her body. She was no longer his daughter. She was a beautiful young woman. A sexy young woman. Thoughts flashed through his mind: “What a body! She certainly is sexy. Amazing legs. No, no, no. She’s having sex with her brother. This has to stop.”
Zoe reached out for her father’s hand and he pulled away. “Get out! Get out! The pair of you, get out of this house right now!”
John got up from the table, took Zoe by the hand and lead her out.
I scampered back up the stairs and waited a minute for Ben to come to our bedroom. “Well that didn’t go very well,” were his first words when he entered. I couldn’t help but laugh at the understatement. “What’s so funny?”
“You,” I replied. He came and sat beside me on the bed and I held his hand.
“What did we do wrong?” He asked.
I leant my head against his shoulder. I thought about what Zoe had said and felt fear when I realised I couldn’t compete with her. If Ben wanted her I would be out on my own. I knew he loved me, but any man would find it difficult, nigh impossible, to resist Zoe.
Then it struck me that I might be alone regarding my opinion. I thought incest was wrong, but I asked myself ‘why?’ Inbreeding came straight to my mind, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Obviously age and abuse are considerations, but both John and Zoe are adults. I was confused. I couldn’t think why it was wrong.
That’s when I thought about John’s cock. I remembered feeling turned on when I first talked to him about Helen. The bulge in his jeans had contributed to the warmth between my legs. I confess I had thought about his cock a few times after Helen had described the sex they’d had.
“Maybe they’ve got a point.” I heard myself say.
“And what would that be?”
I thought for a moment before answering. “Sexual norms change. Incest was accepted as normal years ago.”
“And then they discovered the biology and inbreeding.”
“And now we have the pill,” I replied, not knowing where the conversation was going. We sat there without talking for the next five minutes. Both of us thinking about what had happened.
I broke the silence. “I sat on the stairs and listened to you talk to them.”
“You heard it all?”
“Yes,” I replied. “All of it.”
“Including when Zoe said she wanted to have sex with me and John wanted to have sex with you?
“Yes,” I replied, thinking about what Helen had told me.
Ben put an arm around me and pulled me tight. “What do you think we should do?”
I thought for a while. “Do you remember when we considered swinging?”
“Huh,” he chuckled. “That didn’t go very well, did it?”
“No, but it did mean we were both open to the idea of having sex with other people.”
“Yes, but they’re our children,” he replied, sounding confused.
“Would you like to have another go at the swinging scene?” When he didn’t answer, I took it as a ‘yes’ and guessed he was thinking about Zoe. “They’re adults and have their own minds.” I took a deep breath and composed myself. “Let’s be honest. Zoe is a very attractive woman and I understand if you want to have sex with her.”
“Wow!” he gasped and I noticed his trousers tenting as his cock grew. “An hour ago I was playing golf and now…”
“I think this gives away your answer,” I said, as I squeezed his cock, getting confirmation he was getting hard.
“But what about you?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “You’ve got a higher sex drive than me, so I… I wouldn’t mind.” I was amazed that I’d actually said those words, then felt a calmness come over me. I felt better accepting the situation. Then I felt excitement.
“Are you saying you really wouldn’t mind?”
The excitement in his voice gave his intentions away. “You want sex more than I do. You’re both consenting adults. Just not in our bed, okay?”
“Okay,” was his answer and he kissed me on my forehead.
All manner of thoughts flashed through my mind and then I realised it all went back to Helen. All of this began with her. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if she had set the ball rolling.
John had never so much as flirted with me before he had sex with her. Had she planted the seed in his head? I decided I was going to have some fun with her. I took out my phone and called her. Twenty minutes later we were sat in her kitchen drinking wine.
“So for what do I owe the pleasure? She mischievously asked.
“Two things,” I replied and sipped my wine. “Firstly, your squirting orgasms.” I said and giggled. “I’ve never had one. Is there anything special you do?”
Helen looked at me in surprise. “Wow! I wasn’t expecting that.” She paused and thought. “The first time it happened, I went wild. I really let go and went for it. No inhibitions. No worries. Not even any consideration for Fred. I just needed an orgasm and it shocked me when it happened.”
“So just let go?” I asked, unsure what she meant.
“You know how sex can be complicated. Are you doing it right? Should I be doing more? Is he enjoying it? All those sort of questions.”
I nodded and she continued. “Well, I don’t think about them. That’s what I ‘let go’ of. Then I just enjoy myself and go a bit wild.”
“Okay,” I replied. “I think I understand that.”
“Oh, and another thing,” she started, then took a sip of her wine. “I can’t believe I’m saying this. Makes me feel like we’re schoolgirls again. Before it happens, it feels like you need a pee. That got me worried a couple of times, you know, the thought of peeing during sex. But it’s not urine. Now I know when I get that feeling, I just push it out and whoosh, the sheets get soaked.”
We both laughed and I understood what she meant about ‘letting go’.
“What’s the second thing?” She asked.
I thought over the lines I had rehearsed on the way over and put on a serious expression. “I need your advice,” I began. “John and Zoe are having sex. How can I stop them?”
“Oh, WOW!” She exclaimed, wide-eyed and excited, as I expected. “Young lovers. They would make a good couple.”
“Helen, I’m serious. What should I do?”
“Nothing. Let them enjoy themselves. It’s only sex.” She sipped her wine and gauged my reaction. “How did you find out?”
She was excited and I had her full attention. The line: ‘It’s only sex’ convinced me I was right. I leant forward, held my head in my hands and mumbled: “Oh, God.” Then I snivelled and gasped as I sat back. “I’m going to kick them out.”
The excitement dropped from her face and she looked horrified.
“I’ve got to go,” I stated and got up and left. When I got home John and Zoe had not returned. Ben and I ate in the kitchen and I asked him if he had a plan.
“I still can’t believe what has happened,” was his reply. “Are you sure you’re okay with it all?”
“It’s fine. Any man would want to have sex with Zoe. At least with you, it’s someone who cares about her.”
I was surprised at how casual my attitude had become. Giving permission to your husband to have sex with your daughter should be the last thing a mother would ever do, but I felt fine with it. Even slightly aroused and I wondered if I would have sex with John.
“I’ll send them a text, telling them to come home.” Ben stated and took out his phone.
Zoe and John were in a coffee bar when her phone buzzed and she read the message: ‘Come home, go straight to your room, put on your tennis outfit, then wait for me.’
“Dad says to come home,” she said to John.
“Whoa,” he commented. “What d’ you think’s gonna happen?”
“I think we’re going to be alright. Come on, let’s go,” she said and felt a warmth between her legs.
When they entered the house, Zoe went straight upstairs to her room. John paused in the hallway, then proceeded into the kitchen where his parents were sat at the table.
“Where’s Zoe?” Ben asked.
“She’s, uh, gone to her room,” John replied.
I motioned with my hand for John to sit down. “You’re a grown man now, John, and you make your own decisions. We can be ‘grown ups’ about this.” The tension went from his body and he sat down.
“Thanks, Mom, Dad.”
“What consensual adults do in their own home is nobody else’s business,” Ben stated nervously, then poured us each a glass of wine.
“How are you feeling?” I asked John.
“Kinda weird,” he answered. “I didn’t do any of this to hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“We know,” I replied. “We had a good chat when you left and we understand. If this is going to continue we have to know no-one is going to get hurt.”
“It’s only sex, Mom. I’d never hurt Zo.”
“I know that, Hon, but how would you feel if your father had sex with your sister?”
John thought for a moment. “If she’s fine with it, then that’s all that matters.”
“Good answer,” Ben chipped in, then took a gulp of his wine. I almost laughed at his nervous excitement. “Right, I’m going up.” He stated and took his wine with him and went upstairs.
John watched him leave, then looked at me, slightly confused. I simply nodded and he understood. We both sipped our wine. Then we heard Zoe shout ‘Come in.’
Ben entered her room, closed the door and stared in wonder at Zoe. She wore a pleated white tennis skirt that barely covered her ass and a cropped white T-shirt. Her hair was tied into two ponytails and she had put on pink lipstick.
She spun through a turn and her skirt rose up to reveal the skimpiest white panties. “How do I look, Daddy?”
Ben cleared his throat, amazed by the sight in front of him. “Hot!” Was all he could say.
“Good! I want to look hot for my Daddy,” she replied and took another spin. “Where would you like me, Daddy? Like this?” She asked, as she turned and leant against the bed with her ass pointed at him.
Ben felt his cock stiffen at the sight of her long legs and her panty clad pussy.
“Or like this?” She asked, as she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide enough that the skirt rose up to the top of her thighs. “Or on all fours on the bed? Doggy style, woof, woof.”
Ben’s cock was rock hard and uncomfortable in his jeans. His heart was pounding as he stared in awe at the sexiest lady he had ever seen. He lost all notion that it was his daughter. She was a sexy young woman who wanted him.
“What’s the matter, Daddy? Don’t you want me?” She coyly asked, feigning shyness as she closed her legs.
“No, no, no. Of course I want you. But… But… Are you sure about this?”
Zoe rose from the bed and slowly walked towards him. She looked him in the eye and knelt before him. “It’s just sex, Daddy. Now let me see your cock.” She reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans.
Ben’s breathing rapidly increased in speed as she pulled on the zip. She pulled his jeans down and his cock tented his boxers. “Ooh, look at that.” She looked up as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Is this because of me?” She asked seductively.
Ben looked at her and nodded, unable to speak. Zoe slowly pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang out inches from her face.
“Would you like me to lick your cock, Daddy?” He nodded and felt her soft tongue lick from the base of his cock all the way up his shaft and over his crown. She licked it again then took hold of it in her hand. “Nice cock, Daddy. Tastes goooood.”
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered when she sucked his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue over his crown. Her lips sealed to his cock, she moved her head up and down his length and he gasped out loud. She let his cock pop from her mouth and bounce against her face.
“You like that, Daddy? She asked and smiled up at him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Do it again.”
She wiped his cock across her face, then sucked it back into her mouth. A minute later he felt his semen rise and he lifted her off his cock. All the plans he had were long forgotten. He needed to fuck her.
In one movement he lifted her up and onto the edge of the bed, then pulled off his jeans. She spread her legs invitingly and he moved between them. She giggled at his enthusiasm when he grabbed her panties and yanked them down and off.
“Slow down, Daddy. We don’t want you going off too quickly.”
The words didn’t register to him. He had to feel his cock in her pussy. She lifted her skirt to her waist and he gazed adoringly at her pretty little blond pussy. He couldn’t wait any longer. Standing between her legs, he aimed his cock at her pussy and thrust forward.
“Ooh!” Zoe squeaked.
“Ah, that feels so good,” he groaned, as her hot pussy encased his cock. Instinct took over. He grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. Back and forth, in and out. Pumping his cock into the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
“Oh, Daddy, this is just like I dreamt of. Take me, take me.”
He didn’t need any encouragement and looked at the sheen from her juices on his cock and thrust it back inside her.
Zoe pulled her T-shirt up over her tits. “Like my titties, Daddy?”
He reached forward with both hands and squeezed her tits. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned and continued sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.
Before she could finish saying: “Pinch my nipples,” he had them between his thumbs and fingers. She squealed, then giggled. “Use me, Daddy. Cum in my pussy.”
Ben felt his semen rise and pulled out. “Roll over,” he demanded and she complied, raising her ass into the air. With one push, he was back inside her. He grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth, heaving his cock into her pussy as deep as he could.
“Pull my hair, Daddy.”
He grabbed a ponytail in each hand and pulled her back to him. “Arrgghhhhhh,” she screamed, then yelled: “Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy.”
Sweat covered every pore of his body and he felt his orgasm build. With a last heave, he forced his cock all the way into her and gasped as his sperm erupted from his cock and filled her pussy. He continued pumping until he was drained and collapsed on her back.
“Oh, Baby, that was so fucking hot,” he said, and rolled off her onto her bed.
I confess when I heard Zoe scream, she made the decision for me. John and I were watching the TV, but neither of us could concentrate on what was going on. I couldn’t stop thinking about Ben and Zoe, and suspected it was the same for John. When she yelled: “Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy,” we both heard it above the sound of the TV.
I was staring at the TV but didn’t take in what was going on. All I was concentrating on was how my body felt. My heart was racing and the butterflies in my stomach were no longer fluttering, they had taken off and were flying. My neck was hot and my cheeks were flushed. The heat had reached between my legs and my pussy was wet. My whole body was excited.
Those feelings overwhelmed my thinking. I told myself it was wrong to fuck my son, but that thought disappeared when I thought of John’s cock. He was right there in the same room and I could have him if I wanted to. I did.
“Follow me,” I said to John, as I got up from my chair and lead him into the kitchen. Part of me couldn’t believe what I was doing, but the level of arousal had me tingling all over. I simply bent over the kitchen table and said: “Fuck me.” Then waited.
When nothing happened, I was mortified. ‘Of course he doesn’t want me. Why would he want me? Oh, God, what have I done.’ Then I felt him slowly pull the zip on my skirt. Seconds seemed like minutes as he gently eased my skirt down my legs.
I gasped when I felt his hand on my calf, then he gently stroked his hand up to my knee and back down. I wanted him to go further and spread my legs. The next stroke was up to the middle of my thigh and back down.
He repeated this on my other leg and my anticipation caused me to quiver. His fingers traced the outline of my panties around my cheeks to my inner thighs, then back down and up my legs.
Lying on the table with my face on my hands, I started to forget whose hands were tantalising my body. When he slowly slid my panties down my legs I realised I hadn’t had sex outside of the bedroom in more than twenty years and that sex had always been with Ben. The thrill of it caused a hot flush between my legs.
I felt a cool stream of air on my pussy, then he caressed my labia with one finger, stroking up and down each side. An involuntary gasp escaped my mouth when I felt a finger slide inside my pussy. Minutes passed as his fingers softly stroked the inside and outside of my pussy.
The tip of his tongue on my pussy lips caused me to flinch. My body was tingling with anticipation and when I heard the sound of his zip, I thought I was ready for him. Moments later something large pushed against my pussy. It felt so wide, I wondered if he was trying to fit his fist inside me and I instinctively clenched my muscles tight.
“Relax. It’s just sex. Enjoy it.” He said softly.
When I felt his hands on my hips, I realised it was his cock probing my entrance and I exhaled loudly, wondering if I could take him. Then I relaxed and his cock entered my pussy. His girth surprised me and my muscles contracted on his cock when he was only a couple of inches inside.
He stopped and waited for me to relax, then pushed in further. I felt his body against mine and he was completely inside me. I figured his length was about the same as Ben’s, but his girth was much larger and it was a very tight fit.
‘Let go’ was Helen’s advice and I tried to relax. It took a few seconds without him moving before my body indicated I was ready and I sighed, then felt him slowly withdraw and push his fat cock back inside.
He took his time with long slow strokes and I could feel my heart begin to pound. My God his cock filled and stretched my pussy. It was strange feeling so full and then so empty, but it was a strange that was turning me on.
My arousal grew as he increased the tempo and my juices reduced the friction. Now he was slowly fucking me. ‘Let go. Let go. Relax.’ I told myself. ‘Let him fuck me.’
Minutes passed of gentle fucking before he increased the tempo again. Now I could feel his body bumping against mine and each time I felt a wave of pleasure flow through the length of me.
I concentrated on how much I was enjoying the full and empty sensations and the waves of pleasure as he pushed his body against me.
When he stopped with his cock completely inside me, I wondered if that was it and he had finished. How wrong I was. He leant forward and I took a sharp intake of breath when I felt his hand on my clit. God it felt good. His cock in my pussy and his hand on my clit.
My arousal heightened. I breathed deeply. My clit was throbbing. I knew he would make me cum and felt my orgasm build. He increased his speed and his body crashed against mine, sending vibrations throughout my body.
“Ung,” I moaned. He took it as a signal and fucked me harder and faster. My mind went blank and my body took control. The pleasure was overwhelming and my pussy felt amazing. His cock had me on the edge for the longest time and then I came. My pussy squeezed his cock and a hot wave of pleasure shot through my body.
I moaned out loud and he continued fucking me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me and I came for the second time with his cock buried inside me.
He still wasn’t finished. It was the longest fuck of my life. So full. So hot. The vibrations. The waves of pleasure. My pussy spasms. He moaned and his cock throbbed deep inside me. He flooded my pussy and it clamped around his cock as I came for the third time.
I remained still on the table after he withdrew. I thought about what had happened and was amazed how good my body felt. We hadn’t made love; we’d just had sex. They were right. It was fun. Pure physical fun. What’s more, I didn’t feel any shame.
To tell the truth, by the end I had completely forgotten who was fucking me. I just enjoyed all the sexual pleasure my body gave me. I felt wonderful.
“Mom, are you okay?” He quietly asked.
I slowly raised myself from the table and smiled at him. “Thank you. That was wonderful.”
The next week was the most sex filled week of my life. I felt like a young woman again and I felt wanted. I told John he could have me whenever he wanted and he replied: “No. Only when you want to.”
I had him three nights that week while my husband was with Zoe. The sex reignited the passion between me and Ben, and I had him the nights I wasn’t with John. I felt truly alive.
On Saturday afternoon I met up with Helen and my plan for her meant I had to keep up a good act. After making small talk about her shopping, she asked for an update regarding John and Zoe.
“I couldn’t do it,” I said, sounding sad. “I couldn’t kick them out. I’m too scared I won’t ever see them again.”
“Jesus, Jen. Stop worrying. It’s just sex. They’ll find someone they want to marry and it’ll stop.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “It’s over, Hel. It’s me that’s moving out.”
“What! Why?” She asked, with genuine concern.
“I caught Ben having sex with Zoe. I can’t take anymore.” I held my head in my hands and sighed. “I have to go.” I stated, and got up and left.
Later that afternoon I got a text from Hel asking if I was ok. I replied with a simple ‘No’ and she asked if she could come over. I was alone in the house and texted back a ‘Yes’. Then I sent texts to Ben, John, and Zoe, telling them not to come home for the next hour.
I poured Hel a glass of wine and we sat in the kitchen. She looked at me and her face was full of concern. “What happened?” She asked.
“After telling me it was ‘Just sex’, she repeated the line to her father, only she went further. She told him she wanted to have sex with him.”
“Oh, shit!” She muttered.
“Zoe’s a gorgeous young woman. I can’t compete with her. It’s depraved, Hel. Depraved! How could he have sex with his own daughter?”
“Jesus, Jen. I’m so sorry.”
A tear rolled down her cheek and I decided on one more push. “My parents have invited me to stay with them.”
“But… But…” She stammered, “They emigrated to Australia.”
“New country, new life,” I replied with a sigh.
“You can’t! You’re my best friend. My only friend.” Tears flowed down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I’ve been so selfish.” She stated and broke down. A flood of tears and she burst out crying. “I didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry. Please don’t go. Please!”
I felt so shitty.
I rushed to her side and wrapped my arms around her. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s a wind-up. Everything’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
I rocked her in my arms and squeezed her tight. Her sobbing slowed. She snorted and wiped her tears on her sleeve. I let go and passed her some tissues. “I didn’t mean it to go so far. I’m sorry,” I pleaded.
“You fucking bitch,” she called me, then wiped her mascara stained cheeks. “You’ve given me one of the worst days of my life. I thought I’d ruined your family.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Whatever you want. No more wind-ups.”
“Why?” She asked.
I explained everything from the beginning to the end. By the time I was finished she was back to normal. No, better than that. She was excited hearing me telling her about the sex I had with John. Hearing how liberated we all felt to explore our sexual freedom, that turned her on.
As she sipped her wine, she leant back in her chair, trying to take it all in. “I’m happy for you, Jen. You’re a lucky lady.”
“Thank you.” I felt a huge sense of relief that I hadn’t ruined our friendship. “Are we okay?”
“You said you’d make it up to me,” she said, and I could see she had something in mind.
“What can I do?”
“This might surprise you, but your freedom has rekindled a desire.”
That intrigued me. “Go on.”
“I’ve never had a threesome.”
I immediately thought she meant with me and John. A thrill rushed through me and made me shiver.
“John and Ben.”
I pushed my disappointment aside. “I’m sure they’d be up for it. I’ll ask them.”
“Thank you,” she replied, and sipped her wine.
“One condition. Could I watch? I want to see what you do to squirt.”
She nodded her consent and I felt a rush of adrenalin.
That evening I tried to think how to broach the idea with Ben and John. I knew two men didn’t mind showing their erections when sharing a woman, but I wondered if it might be different if it was father and son. It isn’t. When I asked them individually, they jumped at the idea.
Then they jumped me. They both gave me terrific orgasms. I was so turned on at the idea of watching them, I came in no time at all. No squirting, but I had the feeling of truly letting go. I have to admit, I was starting to wonder why I was being so slutty but decided to ignore that thought.
I made Ben and John promise not to tell Zoe. I didn’t want her to know other people knew about our relationships. We arranged to meet at our house the following Saturday at seven in the evening. Friday evening Zoe was a bit put out with neither Ben or John wanting to have sex with her (I’d suggested they should save their energy and their sperm, and they agreed).
On Saturday Ben and John made themselves scarce and I could see Zoe was frustrated. I realised that we were being selfish. I told her to go and meet with some friends and to return home at eight o’clock. I also told her not to ask why, but to bring her dressing table chair to my room. That sent her away with a spring in her step.
Helen arrived bang on time and Ben greeted her with a kiss. She looked stunning in a midnight blue cocktail dress.
We all sat in the kitchen and had a glass of wine while we chatted. She wanted to hear more about our incestuous relationships and how the men felt about them. I could tell it was turning her on hearing about our sex lives.
“Shall we adjourn upstairs,” I asked with my poshest English accent and they all laughed, then rose from their seats. Ben took Helen by the hand and lead her upstairs, followed by John and me. I was getting excited.
When we entered our bedroom I took my seat beside the door and watched. They stood in front of the bed, a little unsure how to proceed.
“No means no,” Ben said. “If ever you want to stop, just say so.” I was impressed with his consideration.
“That’s sweet of you, but you forget this was my idea,” Helen replied, as she pulled Ben to her and kissed him on the lips. It only lasted for seconds, then she turned to John and kissed him. As they kissed, Ben unzipped her dress. Moments later the dress was on the floor.
Helen stood between them and faced me, looking me in the eye. I nodded my consent.
“Cock’s, boy’s. I want to see your cock’s!” All the tension disappeared and they stripped. Helen lay in the middle of the bed with Ben and John knelt either side of her. Ben poured baby oil over the length of her naked body, then their hands began to explore her.
It didn’t take long before she was writhing with pleasure. John’s hands massaging her breasts as Ben’s hands massaged her legs. He rubbed the oil into her skin all the way up her legs and across the top of her thighs, not touching her pussy.
They rolled her over and Ben massaged her arms and shoulders, while John did the back of her legs and ass cheeks. I guessed they’d made a plan to leave her pussy alone until she couldn’t take anymore. The suspense was killing me, so God knows how she felt.
They spent twenty minutes massaging her body and it glistened with baby oil. When John gently forced her ass cheeks apart, she emitted a long guttural moan and pushed her ass up off the bed.
“Cocks, boy’s. I need your cock’s.”
I chuckled when Ben looked at John’s cock and said: “Me first.” It wasn’t because of seniority.
The sight on my bed was turning me on. Three naked bodies and two hard cocks; I felt like I was watching a live porno. When John knelt before her, she took his cock and licked it from its base to the crown. I quivered with excitement.
Ben got on his knees behind her and slid his cock into her pussy. He moaned with pleasure, took hold of her hips and rocked his cock in and out as she licked my son’s cock. This was definitely the hottest thing I had ever seen and I felt my heart race.
It wasn’t long before Hel’s face was beetroot red and she was lost in the pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes were closed as she rocked back and forth in rhythm with Ben as he fucked her. She held John’s cock against her face, then enveloped his crown with her lips and jacked him off. I was starting to feel incredibly horny.
I now understood what she meant by ‘letting go’ and could see she had abandoned any inhibitions. She was a woman enjoying sex without a care in the world. I felt strangely proud of her. It was her needs being taken care of, not the men just getting their nuts off.
She looked back at Ben, “Harder! Make me cum,” she demanded. He tightened his grip on her hips and pounded his cock in and out of her pussy. Helen let go of John’s cock and her body stiffened. “I’m gonna cum,” she announced breathlessly. “Pull out!”
Ben pulled out and Helen groaned as her orgasm squirted from her pussy and soaked Ben’s thighs. “Fucking yes!” Was his response, then he slid his cock back in.
“Wow!” I thought and wondered if I could let go and orgasm like that. A knock on the door startled me and I remembered it was Zoe. I put a finger to my lips to quieten her and opened the door. She heard what was going on before she entered the room and a smile was instantly on her face.
Not one of them noticed as Zoe sat on her chair beside me. She watched intensely as they fucked and I wondered if I had done the right thing inviting her. Would she be okay with our secret shared?
It was only when the guys swapped positions that they noticed Zoe was in the room. “Hi, Zo,” John casually said, then slid his cock into Helen’s pussy. She gasped at the feeling of such a thick cock, then took Ben’s cock in her mouth.
Zoe didn’t say anything. She looked uncomfortable and her smile was gone.
Helen let go of Ben’s cock and looked up at him. “I can taste my pussy,” she said lustfully. “It tastes good.” Ben took hold of her face and guided her back to his cock. I hadn’t let Ben face fuck me, but watching him do it to her set my juices running.
“I can’t watch anymore of this,” Zoe announced and stood up. I thought she was going to run out. It is strange to say I was relieved when she pulled off her T-shirt and seconds later she was naked. Her body was as amazing as I thought it would be.
She climbed onto the bed in the same position as Helen, her ass towards John and her head beside Helen’s. “Care to share?” I heard her ask. Helen giggled, then passed my husband’s cock for her to suck. She went at it eagerly, swirling her tongue all over his cock, then bobbing her head up and down his shaft.
When John moved behind Zoe and started fucking her, Helen sat up against the headboard and watched them. “Come and join us, Jen,” she said and motioned for me to come over.
I had been so wrapped up enjoying the show, the thought hadn’t occurred to me. “Yeah, Mom. Get those clothes off and your naked body on the bed,” John commented, as he pumped his cock in and out of my daughter’s pussy.
It didn’t take long before I was pulling my panties down and I noticed they were soaking. I felt so excited, I thought I would cum there and then.
“I want to watch you all have sex,” Helen stated and took a position in the middle. Ben lay down beside her and Zoe straddled his cock. In one movement, she took all of his cock inside her pussy and began bouncing up and down. God, she looked hot!
“Dad, John, don’t cum until I tell you,” Zoe told them. Ben nodded his agreement. “John, did you hear me?” He looked up and nodded.
John pushed my legs apart and licked my pussy. I gasped loudly and Helen held my hand. “Let go,” she said with a loving tone and squeezed my hand. Briefly my eyes closed and the first wave of pleasure swept through my body. I’d never cum so quickly and it felt marvellous.
I opened my eyes when John lifted my legs towards my chest and I held them there. It still amazed me how thick his cock is and I yelped as he pushed it into my pussy. God, it felt good.
It felt incredible. I let go. I abandoned all restraint. Pure physical pleasure. Sexual pleasure. It overwhelmed me. My son fucking my pussy. My daughter fucking her father. My best friend beside me. I was in heaven. All I ever wanted.
I looked up at John. He was gone. Lost. Lost in desire. Lost in lust. He was fucking me like it was all that mattered. I looked over at Zoe and she was in a different world. A different dimension. She was wild. She was fucking my husband like an animal. The sheen of perspiration on her body made her look beautiful.
Then she came. Fuck, it was sexy watching her cum. Her juices flowed and flowed all over Ben’s cock. She rolled off Ben’s cock and collapsed on the bed. He was still hard and his cock glistened with her juices. Right then I wanted his cock in my mouth.
Helen leaned up on her side beside me. “Let go, Jen. Let go.” My heart was pounding. My clit throbbed. My pussy was full. My son was fucking me. I loved it. I loved it all. A shock went through me when I felt a hand on my clit. It was Helen’s. “Let go, Jen, and cum for him. Come for your son.”
She strummed my clit as my son fucked me. I was gone. I felt the need to pee. That was it. I’ve never felt my pussy muscles spasm like this. I screamed. My pussy clenched so tight it forced John out.
My release. My awakening. My destiny. My orgasm exploded from my pussy. My juices squirted up into the air. Sexual bliss. Sexual oblivion. I was there. I was gone. Nothing else mattered. I closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure pour through me. I came like never before.
As I bathed in sexual pleasure my head turned to Helen. Her breathes were rapid and short. Her neck arched off the bed, staring down at her pussy as she masturbated. She threw her head back onto the pillow and pushed her body up off the bed. She squealed, then her orgasm erupted from her pussy and flew through the air. It was magnificent.
All three of us ladies (if you can call us that) had squirted orgasms. I felt like I was a member of a new club and it was wonderful.
“Uh, ladies”, I heard John say, and turned to see him gesturing to his hard cock. I looked at Ben’s erection and realised neither of them had cum yet. I confess I giggled. How the tables had turned -the girls had got what they wanted, but the men hadn’t.
“Sorry, guys,” Zoe said, as she knelt upon the bed. She looked at us all with a glint in her eye. “It’s because of Helen and her amazing orgasms that we’re all here. I think she deserves your cum. What do you think, Mom?”
I pretended to look disappointed while I quickly thought about Helen’s stories. “Gentlemen, paint her face.”
“Oh, yes!” Helen stated. “Come here, boys.”
“Alright,” John guffawed.
Helen lay back and propped her head up on a pillow. Ben and John knelt either side of her face and began masturbating. Zoe and I sat on the bed by her knees and eagerly watched.
I’ve seen porn before where a woman gets a facial and I had thought it was a little demeaning. I confess that seeing it in real life was very exciting. Helen was the center of their attention. She was the object of their desire. She was what they wanted. She wanted their cum.
My hand went between my legs and I masturbated watching Helen as she looked back and forth between the two cocks, trying to anticipate who would cum first. When John groaned and pushed closer to her face, she opened her mouth wide for him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, then shot his sperm up over her cheek and onto her forehead. The second rope of cum splattered against her cheek and across her mouth. She lapped at it eagerly and the third stream of cum went over her chin and into her mouth.
Zoe gasped, “Fuck that’s hot!”
That triggered Ben’s orgasm and he fired his semen up over her face and eyes and into her hair. She blinked rapidly and wiped his cum from her eye just as his second pulse of cum blasted onto her cheek and nose. She looked amazing!
I don’t know what happened to me, but I felt an urge and acted on it. I leant forward and licked a rope of come off her cheek, then I kissed her. Our tongues twirling together, sharing the semen. Zoe leant forward and licked another rope of cum from Hel’s face and they kissed. It was the naughtiest, sexiest, thing I had ever done.
Zoe broke the kiss, looked at me and smiled. I knew what she wanted. We both leant forward and licked more cum from Hel’s face. Then we kissed. Passionately. My daughters tongue in my mouth. Our tongues danced together, sharing Ben and John’s cum.
When I broke the kiss, I looked at Helen and Zoe and realised we had a lot more exploring to do. I turned to Ben and John.
“I think we should all sleep in here tonight.”
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