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Son Helps His Mother Cope

Dennis awoke to the rattling of his train compartment. They were currently riding over a rough section of railing which had disturbed his slumber enough to wake him. He reached into his coat pocket and removed his cell phone to check the time. He was careful to tilt the phone so that to prevent the illumination from disturbing his cabin mates. He estimated it was sometime early morning due to the palely lit sky. His presumption was confirmed when he scanned the clock on his phone and read 5:23 a.m. He placed his phone back into the pocket from which it came and rubbed his sleep deprived eyes. The uncomfortable conditions in which the train held made sleep nearly impossible. He sat up slightly, as if to surrender to the battle of sleep, and scanned over his companions in the train compartment.
It was a smaller compartment; it seated four comfortably during the daytime, but became an unbearable fit during sleeping hours. Dennis was fortunate though, as he was able to stretch his legs across the booth styled seat located on his side of the compartment. He figured he was given this privilege due to him being the youngest member of the group.
On the opposite side of Dennis sat two traveling partners that had been forced to share the booth styled seat. One was male and the other was a woman. The male was seated as if he was prepared to eat at the dinner table, but was leaning in a direction which left his right shoulder pressed firmly against the morning-cold train window. On his left side sat the woman, who was also leaning towards her right attempting to utilize the male’s body for comfort. Her left arm had instinctively draped itself around the man, as if she was giving him some sort of half-hearted hug. They both apparently had found comfort as they were fixed in a deep slumber, made obvious by their slow relaxed breaths.
Dennis next shifted his eyes down to the female that was stretched out on the floor of the compartment. She had a blanket on top of her, that had been progressively pushed down her body during her deep sleep, so that now it was only covering her from her feet to her abdomen area. She was lying on her back with her hands pleasantly placed atop one another amongst her stomach. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was held open creating a raspy noise each breath in and out she took.
But these three companions of Dennis were not strangers, at least not complete strangers. The male female combination sleeping opposite of him are his brother and sister. The pleasant woman bunking on the floor would be his dear mother. I say not complete strangers simply because they are related through blood and are aware of each other’s existence. But if you placed those facts aside, you would truly get four travelers that were strangers. The Clark family had grown apart over the past years so much that each member had become unfamiliar with one another. If not for an unfortunate event, they may never have come together again.
The reason that this distantly-grown family was now traveling among the same train compartment now was due to their recently deceased father, Allan Clark. Allan was a lifetime explorer in a ways. He always wanted to do new things and travel all across the world. Having children had slowed him down a bit, but he would even take young Dennis along with him on his adventurous journeys. Dennis was easily the closest to his father among his siblings, and possibly even his mother. He knew everything about his dad and thought of him as a best friend and a great role model in his life. His father’s favorite quote was “you only live once.” He would say this to Dennis whenever he had doubts about anything. But it seemed Allan’s adventurous spirit had finally caught up to him. He had fallen rock climbing in France without using any rope. If there was anything good to say, it was that Allan went out the way he wanted to which was living life to the fullest and being adventurous.
But Allan’s unfortunate demise was taking an emotional toll on the entire Clark family except for Dennis. It seemed that Dennis’s close relationship to his father allowed him to understand that his death should not lead to mourning, but rather a joyous celebration of his incredible life. It was partly this as well as Dennis’s strength, both physical and mental, that kept him from being emotional over his father’s death. Allan was the strongest person Dennis knew in his entire life, and learned his own strength from him.
The train began to slow and eventually came to a stop at the Napoli train station in France. This was Dennis’s father’s hometown and now was to be the location of his burial. Later that day was the funeral ceremony for Allan Clark. Profound words were delivered by various people that had significant connections with Dennis’s father. Dennis delivered the greatest speech of all, leaving the majority of the audience in tears at completion. He hadn’t written anything down or prepared a speech. He just went up and talked about how his dad was the greatest man he knew and would ever know. Dennis, of course did not shed one tear throughout the entire ceremony, but could not say the same about his other family members. His mother, obviously, was having a difficult time holding herself together emotionally. She was clearly distraught from the loss of her life companion. Overall it was a beautiful funeral that celebrated the amazing life of an amazing individual.
Once the funeral and burial ceremony were complete, the family headed back to their house in Napoli. Allan Clark was a not just an adventurous individual but also a wealthy one. He was the CEO for a high quality outdoor equipment company in Europe. He owned property all over Europe and one of them was located in his hometown of Napoli. It had been ages since the entire family had been in this house. They only stayed in it for family reunions in Napoli.
The family was very somber through the rest of the day. They mostly stayed in their separate rooms and cried over the loss of their father and husband. It was becoming late, and the entire family had washed up and went to bed except for Dennis. He decided to retire about an hour later as he was exhausted from the lack of sleep on the train. He entered one of the two bathrooms amongst the house. This was the shared one with his siblings as the other was located in his parents’ room. He stripped down, showered, and dried himself off.
As he completed drying off, he took a moment to analyze himself in the mirror. Dennis was roughly 6’3 and weighed a solid 205. His pecks and abs were very defined as well as his biceps as he began to flex. His chest was somewhat hairy, but not overgrown at all. He had a great golden brown color to his hair which he slicked back in a business style. Because that was what he was. He had taken over the equipment company that his dad had and was a well thought of business man for only being 24 years old. His beard was neatly trimmed and kept at a very reasonable thickness. He turned around to check his ass as he always did. He loved to squat and knew it made his ass look irresistible to women. But most of all he focused on the area his father gave him. He played around with his cock and balls as he watched them in the mirror. He was blessed to have such a nice and large cock. He knew it was from his father as he had seen it many times before and was amazed at its size. He never trimmed his pubic hair as his father had never either. He thought of his great pubic collection as being just as impressive as his penis. Dennis simply looked up towards the ceiling and thanked his father for everything that he had done and given to him. Just as Dennis was about the brush his teeth, he heard a loud cry and then more loud sobbing. He quickly slid on a pair of shorts, with no briefs, and headed out of the bathroom.
He could tell it was coming from his mother’s room and he walked toward the door. He swung the door open and slowly stepped into the room.
“Mom? Are you alright?” Dennis blindly asked as he could not see much in the dark room.
He did not receive an answer but continued to hear his mother cry. He proceeded to her bed and sat on the edge of it.
“Mom? You okay?” Dennis asked once again.
“Come here sweetie.” His mother sobbed towards Dennis.
Dennis laid down next to his mother so that she could wrap her arms around him as comfort. She was crying hysterically and Dennis was unsure of what to do. So he just remained in this position. Mother and son hugging each other in mourning. Dennis didn’t say anything as he couldn’t think of the right thing to say. He hoped he was helping her by allowing her to hug him.
Dennis’s mother is named Kimberly. She is 48 years old and about 5’10. She has brown hair and is very tan as she hits the tanning salon often. She was a typical wife of a rich husband. She did not work but received all of the benefits of being rich. She had had plastic surgery many times, on her face, ass, stomach, and breasts. She did not appear to be 48 at all but rather about 30.
After a while, Kim fell asleep in this position and Dennis was stuck. He had not intended on staying here the whole night and frankly was uncomfortable sleeping like this. Once he was sure his mother was asleep, he began his escape. He gently raised his mother’s arm up off of him and placed it at her side. As he attempted to slide out of her grasp, he startled her. She was still asleep but dreamily wrapped her arm back around Dennis and pulled him tight to her. Dennis only had on a pair of shorts and his mother only wore a skimpy black night gown. He could feel her enormous breasts pressed against his chest. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, as her nipples were pointed against the thin fabric and were sticking into his pecks.
“Oh Allan. Yes. Hold me tight.” Kim mumbled in her sleep.
Dennis was now seriously concerned. His mother was dreaming that he was his father. He knew this wasn’t going to be good, so he furiously struggled to escape her grasp. She cried out a little and pulled him tighter and threw her leg over his body to really hold on to him. His mother was so close to him that he could feel the warmness that her pussy was emitting on his cock. Within seconds, Dennis had a hard on that was poking out of the band of his shorts. His mother felt this and instinctively reached down and grabbed Dennis’s cock in her hand.
“Ooo. Are you getting hard for me?” Dennis’s mom continued to say in her sleep.
Dennis didn’t know what was coming over him. He wasn’t fighting to escape anymore. Rather he was now enjoying this sensation. He knew he enjoyed it sexually, but played it off in his mind by saying that he was helping his mother cope with her loss by doing this. Soon enough Dennis was grabbing his mother’s ass and reaching his hand into her panties. All the while Kim was stroking her son’s cock and moaning in her sleep.
This fondling continued on for a few more minutes until Kim leaned her face in towards Dennis’s. She expertly guided her mouth to his without opening her eyes and placed her soft, luscious lips upon her sons. Dennis was startled by this development, as if this was worse than the groping. Passionately kissing his mother made it seem more serious to him, yet he did not make an attempt to stop. Rather he accepted her moist lips and even reciprocating the passion. This frivolous kissing went on for only seconds before Kim wanted more as she opened her mouth and aggressively thrust her tongue into Dennis’s mouth. Once again, Dennis was alarmed by this progression and did not immediately respond. After he regained his thinking, he began to join his mom in the passionate tongue wrestling. Dennis may have been partaking but in no way was he the aggressor. His mother was feverishly throwing her mouth about his and wrapping her tongue around his tongue.
During this mother son make out session, Dennis had become fully erect and was leaking an abundance of precum. As he simultaneously grabbed his mother’s ass and kissed her, he began to feel his load build within his balls. His mom reached back down and continued to stroke him as they both kissed. The resurgence of his mother stroking him created a serious problem for Dennis. He was going to cum, but didn’t want to. As soon as this thought entered his head, he began to realize what he was doing. Not only committing a terrible sin, but he was fooling around with his father’s woman. The man he idealized his entire life, and now he was completely disrespecting him just days after his death.
Dennis tried his best to contain his orgasm, but knew it was too late for that. He put forth a valiant effort, as it was not a typical orgasm for a male. The fact that he was attempting to not jizz, made his orgasm very anti-climactic. He retained a lot of sperm from holding back, but still quite a bit came oozing out and leaked down his shaft and onto his mother’s hand. He knew she was aware of the situation as her stroking had stopped completely and was now just grasping his cock.
“Oh, a little warm-up orgasm, huh?” Kim drearily giggled.
This statement planted fear into Dennis’s head. What does she mean warm-up? He constantly asked himself. He feared what he was warming up for. He didn’t want this to go any further, but it seemed it was too late.
Dennis’s cock never even changed shape after his orgasm. He stayed hard as a rock, and considering the taboo situation, it was no surprise to him. All of the sudden, his mom rolled out of bed and stood next to it. Dennis was uncertain of what was going on. Was his mother awake, or was this still part of her dream. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her night gown and lifted it over her head. As she pulled it off, Dennis’s suspicion about his mom wearing no bra was confirmed. Her magnificent tits were now fully exposed in the minimal moonlight that was entering through a small window located high on the wall. Next she bent down and slid her black panties down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and faced Dennis. He could now see her glorious pussy in the light now. He was surprised to find an enormous amount of pubic hair covering her vaginal lips. Her over the top bush turned him on even more. He didn’t think his cock could grow any further, but from the sight of his beautiful naked mother, it did.
She playfully jumped back on the bed and crawled over on top of Dennis. She slid his shorts all the way off of him and straddled his lower calves. She bent over, grabbed his cock, and placed it perfectly in her mouth. There was no hesitation on her part as she began furiously sucking his dick. With her other hand she began to play with his hairy balls. This went on for a few more minutes.
“Are you ready Allan?” Kim asked Dennis.
Dennis once again did not respond, but it didn’t matter as Kim was already beginning to get in position. She moved her ass further up Dennis’s body until her pussy was positioned right above Dennis’s erect cock. She reached down with one hand and straightened his penis so that it would align with her pussy. Again with no hesitation, she slid herself down on his dick until it was completely inside of her. At this point Dennis’s cock could not be seen. He looked down at the situation and only saw two large bushes of pubic hair interacting with each other. His mother continued to ride his dick and in minutes Dennis was ready to explode again, but this time inside of his mom. He wasn’t gonna hold back on this one. He grabbed his mother’s ass cheeks with his hands and squeezed them firmly. He was now aggressively slamming his dick into his mother’s pussy. She began to moan in pleasure and just as Dennis was ready to orgasm, he felt a strange sensation upon his cock.
It seemed that it was getting more difficult to thrust his cock into his mother. He then realized that she was also having an orgasm and her pussy was tightening on his dick. This created many dirty thoughts into his head that pushed him over his limit. He began to furiously cum inside his mother. His orgasm involuntarily made his hips thrust in and out of his mom’s pussy with more force and speed. He could feel every blast of cum release from his dick and knew his mom could to as her moans matched the streams of cum.
After the two’s orgasms, Kim collapsed on top of her naked son and began to snore again. Dennis knew she was really asleep now and figured he should leave. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he wasn’t gonna lose. He flipped his mother over so that she was lying naked on her back. He wanted the get an up close look at her amazing pussy.
He was now kneeled in between her outspread legs investigating his mother’s vagina. He ran his fingers through her luscious bush. Something about how much pubic hair she had turned him on. He guessed it was because no girls anymore have bushes. Next he turned his focus to her large breasts. He wanted to do one last thing and then he would leave. He straddled her abdomen and placed his large cock in between his mom’s enormous tits. Dennis squished them together to create a makeshift pussy that he could fuck. He thrust his cock between her tits until he was ready to orgasm again. This time he simply closed his eyes and allowed the cum to go wherever it wanted to. After a few seconds of blasting his load, he reopened his eyes to see what had happened. His beautiful mother was lying there asleep with huge streaks of cum across her face and into her hair. There were also globs of semen resting on her ample breasts. Dennis was satisfied with this and exited the room after retrieving his shorts.
He knew he had done a terrible thing, but he felt the pleasure and one time experience outweighed the negative aspects. He truly didn’t mind to be a motherfucker, in fact, it now made him horny whenever he thought about it.

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Measuring my cum Pt. 11

We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
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I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!

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Titcage (Chapter 2)

Claire has been sent to do work experience at “Titcage”, a lobby organisation dedicated to countering women’s rights. Having been welcomed to the office, she now gets involved in their demeaning work…

Fiction

Man of the House, part one

Jason was 19, a senior in high school, and a very horny young man. It wasn’t entirely his fault; his father had recently gotten engaged to a woman only a few years older than Jason himself, and she had two beautiful teenaged twin girls that loved teasing him unmercifully. Even Lisa, their mother, enjoyed flirting with the handsome young man when her fiancée was at work in the City, several hours commute away. All three of them would parade around the house in lacy negligees, wearing little or nothing under them, and enjoying the sight of his bulging boxers as he tried not to look at them.
This morning was no different. Jason was up early, getting himself breakfast before school. He usually jogged to school; it was only a few miles from his house. The twins usually slept in and took the bus. He poured milk on his Cornflakes, then dug his spoon into it for a big bite as his father crossed the room, wearing his usual suit and tie. He picked up his briefcase at the door, then turned and smiled.
“Good luck at the Meet this afternoon, son.” he said. “Sorry I’m going to miss it; got a big meeting this afternoon with a prospective new client. If I get this account, I’m sure to get a raise at the end of the Quarter, and maybe they’ll finally come through with that Partnership they’ve been hinting at.”
“Yeah, Dad, good luck on that. I know how much it means to you. Do a good job on it, and I’m sure they’ll kick down.”
“Uh, yeah, whatever.” said his dad, lamely. He could never quite keep up with teenager parlance. He went out, got in his car, and Jason heard him drive off.
A few bites of his cereal later, he saw Lisa come into the room, wearing the flimsiest of lingerie he’d ever seen her wear. It was obvious that she was nude under it, and he could see just about everything through the sheer silk.
“Did your father leave already?” she asked, seeing the man’s briefcase gone. Jason just nodded, staring at his cereal. He was fully hard in his shorts, and was embarrassed that she might see him looking at her. “Damn, he forgot to kiss me goodbye.” she pouted. “I was hoping he’d kiss me a lot, this morning, too.” she said. “Guess WHERE I wanted him to kiss me, Jason.” she said, coyly. She struck a pose for him as he blushed. Not being able to help himself, he glanced up at her , and saw that she was rubbing her pussy under the gauzy material of her peignoir.
“Oh, man, do you have to do that right in front of me?” he asked, a pained expression on his face. “I’m trying to eat.”
“Why, Jason, I do believe you’re SHY!” she crowed at him, coming closer. She gasped and raised a hand to her mouth. It was the hand that had been in her crotch, he noticed. She giggled and pointed with the other. “What’s that hiding in your shorts, young man? Oh, it’s moving! Is it a mouse?” She giggled again. “Do you have a mouse in your shorts, Jason?
“It’s not a mouse.” he said, pushing away his bowl and standing up. “It’s more like a dog.”
She backed up a little, seeing the look in his eyes. “A– a dog?” she whispered, backing up even more as he advanced on her.
“That’s right.” he confirmed. “And you know what dogs do?” The counter hit her backside and she could go no further. He came right up to her, looking her right square in the eyes the whole way.
“N-no.” she said, thoroughly cowed before him. He was a good 6” taller than she, and his shoulders were intimidatingly wide in front of her. He could smell her sex, wet and ready. He put his hands on her waist, pulling her hot little body tight against his. He was wearing only his shorts, leaving his torso bare, as well as his legs, and he could feel her nipples like pebbles burning into his chest, and the smoothness of her legs against his.
“Dogs chase pussy.” he said, grinding his cock into her belly. She struggled in his grasp, suddenly realizing that she shouldn’t have teased him quite so hard. It was his father she loved, but she saw so much of him in the son, she couldn’t resist herself.
“Jason, you’ve got to let me go.” she gasped. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have started this. Please, let me go?”
He didn’t answer her; he just lowered his hips a little and let her feel his hardness press up against the length of her soaking wet slit, rubbing it up and down over and over again. Her breath caught in her throat, and despite herself, she could feel her thighs parting slightly.
“You like that, don’t you.” he said, reaching down and pulling her right knee up and draped it around his waist.
His cock swelled and the tip of it poked out the top of his shorts. He could feel it sliding between the puffy outer lips of her labia, and his precum mixed with her copious juices. His hand slid from her hip and went to the front of his shorts, pushing the front of them down, and freeing his cock, which stood out proudly from his groin.
She shook her head as she felt it sliding along her slit, and knew it was bare flesh touching her most secret place now.
“Oh, God, Jason, NO!!” she begged. “Please, don’t do this! I’m so sorry; I’ll never tease you again, I promise!”
“Why should I stop?” he asked. “I’ve got you right where you wanted to be. Right?” He took himself in hand and rubbed the head of over her clit several times, causing her to buck her hips up at him. Her eyes were closed; her bottom lip caught in her teeth. She eyes flew open in panic as she felt it slide lower and hover at the opening to her innermost self. She knew he was one thrust away from having her.
“Oh, God, Jason, we can’t!” she sobbed. “Let go of me this instant! Oh, God, your father!”
Jason pushed himself away from her, leaving her to sink to her knees, sobbing. “Don’t ever come on to me like that again!” he ordered, stuffing his cock back in his shorts. “Not unless you want me to finish what I almost did just now.”
She looked up at him, tears streaming, and nodded. Her eyes fell to his groin and the obvious bulge there. He went right up to her once again, standing over her. She was still staring at his groin.
“You’re fascinated by it, aren’t you?” he asked, softly. “You want it, huh?” He rubbed his hand over it through his shorts. “If you want to see it, take it out. Have a look at what almost went inside you just now.”
“I… no, I…” she whispered. Her hands came together at her bosom, clasped tightly, but her eyes were locked on his crotch. She licked her lips nervously. “I… we can’t! What will your father say?”
He laughed. “I’m not going to tell him!” Jason laughed. “Are you?” She shook her head, looking up at him with expressionfull eyes.
“Then how will he ever find out?” He laughed again, looking down at her. “It’s okay, get it out and look at me. I know you want to.”
She dropped her eyes back down to it, and slowly reached up and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his red jogging shorts. They were made of terry material, and the elastic waistband was really easy to pull down. Soon, he was stepping out of them as she lowered them to the floor. She was looking down as she did, and when they were off, she raised her face back up to look at what he had.
It was at least 11” long, and several inches thick, much bigger than his father, who was rather modestly endowed. She licked her lips again, staring at it like it was a snake.
“I… it’s huge!” she whispered. “It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!” She sat back on her haunches a little, getting her face away from it some more.
Jason had other plans, tho. He took her head in both his hands and drew her closer, a lot closer.
“Come on, Lisa, you know you want to suck it. “ he said, groaning as it brushed past her cheek. “I saw you licking your lips just at the thought of it. Come on, give me some relief!”
“No, Jason, I… I’ve never!” she said, panicked. “Please, just let me go! I’m sorry I ever started this!”
“Goddam it!” he cursed, seeing that she really wasn’t going to do it. “You tease my Dad like this? Do you?”
She was sobbing again and shook her head as he angrily put his shorts back on. She saw him turn and head for the upstairs.
“Where… where are you going?” she asked, nervously. Both her daughters were up there.
“I’m going to go take a cold shower, and if that doesn’t work, I’m going to blast half a load of babies down the drain.” he said. “I can’t go running with a boner like this!”
“Jason, I’m… I’m so sorry.” she said, fresh tears welling up.
“Yeah, well, maybe you’ll think about how it makes me feel before you go flaunting yourself like that again.” he said harshly. “Fucking tease.” He left the room as she began sobbing again, still sitting on the floor where he’d left her.
Upstairs, he went into his bathroom and saw Ashley in there, wearing just a T-Shirt as she applied make-up in his mirror. She was freshly showered, he saw, as her hair was still wet. He looked in the mirror and could clearly see her nipples showing darkly through the wet white cotton T. Also, she wasn’t wearing panties, and her bare ass was sticking out as she bent forward.
“Dammit, Ashley, what have I told you about using my bathroom?” he said quietly. “And are you aware that you’re not hardly wearing any clothes in here?”
She didn’t even look at him, too engrossed on not stabbing her eye out with the liner pencil to pay him much attention.
“Well, duh.” she said. “I haven’t gotten dressed yet, so obviously, I’m not wearing any clothes.”
“Well, I need my bathroom back.” he said patiently. She turned and looked at him, one eye done, and the other not.
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” she said, exasperated. “Go use the one downstairs.” She turned back to the mirror.
“Ashley, this is your last chance.” he warned. “I’m getting into the shower now, and if you don’t want to see what I’ve got, I suggest you get out, right now.”
She turned back to him and smiled. “Who says I don’t want to see it?” she said, coyly. She dropped her eyes to his groin and he saw them widen at the massive bulge he was sporting. “Oh my God!”
“Don’t say you weren’t warned!” he said, skinning the shorts off. Her hand flew up to her mouth, and her eyes bugged out even more.
“Oh my God!” she said again, this time in a whisper. “It’s huge!”
“I’m glad you think so.” he said. It was pointing right at her. “I think it likes you.” he joked, moving closer. He jerked it a couple of times with his belly muscles, bobbing it up and down. “Oh, look, it does! It does like you!”
“Keep it away!” she said frantically, seeing him approach. She backed up and the toilet hit the back of her knees, causing her to sit down suddenly. Fortunately, the lid was down, so she didn’t fall in.
He saw the opportunity to tease her a bit, and brought it right up next to her face, which was right on a level with it, now that she was sitting down.
“Touch it with your hand, Ashley.” he said. “Go ahead, it won’t bite.”
“C-can I?” she whispered, not taking her eyes off it. It was only six inches or so away from her face, closer that she had ever dreamed. It looked so BIG!!
Slowly, her hand crept upward, and she poked it with her finger. It jumped at her touch.
“No, like this.” he said, gently, then took her hand and wrapped her fingers around it, covering it with his own. She breathed in, awed by the strength she sensed under his smooth skin on his dick. Her other hand came up as well, and she used them both to stroke up and down the length of it as he let go.
“Oh, yeah, that feels really good.” he sighed. “Would you like to give it a kiss, too?” he asked.
Her eyes opened up wide again as she looked up at him.
“I’ve heard about that.” she breathed. “Cindy Crossman at school claims she did it, once.”
“Well, here’s your chance to match her, Ashley.” he said. “Go ahead, I don’t mind.” He looked on with great pleasure as his pretty, brunette step sister brought her head forward and put her pursed lips up against the head of his cock.
“Oh, yeah, just like that.” he sighed. “Now, open your mouth and take in the head of it. Don’t forget to suck on it as you do, but remember, no teeth!”
Unbelievably, she did as he suggested, sucking on the head of it. Instinctively, she swirled her tongue around over it, and let him feed her a little more as he thrust his hips forward a little.
“Oh, God, yeah, Ashley, how much can you do? Can you suck on the whole thing?” She tried, going down on him a little over halfway before making a panicked sound and pulling her head all the way off and looking up at him again.
“Did I do it right?” she asked, hesitantly. “I know I couldn’t do the whole thing like you asked, but the part I did do, it was good, right?”
“Oh, yeah, you did it real good.” he said. “No doubt Cindy Crossman is a little better at it, but she’s not here, is she?”
“I can do it as good as she can.” Ashley pouted. “Just let me practice a little more.”
“Okay, but this time, I want you to practice doing the whole thing.” he said. She nodded dutifully and put her mouth back on him. “Good girl, just like that!” he said. She was bobbing her head up and down on his length, taking a little more every time she went down. “Try to relax your throat.” he said, feeling her starting to gag as she went too far. “It won’t choke you, and you’ll still be able to breathe, I promise.”
She went down again, this time further than she had gone on any of her previous tries, getting about ¾ of it in her gob, then pulled her mouth all the way off, slurping up saliva as she did so. She looked up at him, a little nervously and wiped some drool off her chin.
“I just remembered something.” she said. “Cindy told me that her boyfriend… uh, finished… in her mouth.” she said. “Are you going to do that?”
“What did Cindy tell you about it?” he asked.
“She didn’t exactly tell me.” Ashley admitted. “She was telling her friend Dawn about it in the locker room one day, and I happened to overhear them.”
“Well, what did you overhear?” he asked. He was impatient for her to suck it some more, because he was getting close. Another little bit like the last, and he was going to “finish” in her mouth indeed.
“I didn’t hear any more than that.” she said. “I’m kinda curious as to what happens.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you what happens.” he said. “Just so you know what you’re getting into, right?” She nodded, staring at it again. He brought it back to her lips, and she began sucking on it some more as he went on. “In just a few moments, it’s going to spit out some white stuff.” he said. “Not much, and most girls like the taste of it. There’s nothing dirty about it, either, it’s the stuff that makes babies when it goes inside your belly. I want you to try to swallow it all, okay, because it feels really grand when a girl can do that.” She bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster as he spoke, letting him guide the pace of it as he held her head lightly in his hands and pistoned his cock through her lips.
She could feel it getting harder in her mouth, and then it throbbed once, twice. She heard him grunt, and suddenly her mouth was filled with hot, salty/sweet stuff. There was a lot more of it than she expected, and after gulping down the first couple of mouthfuls, she couldn’t keep up and pulled her face back, turning it to the side.
He wasn’t done, and several more squirts came out, splattering her cheek and going into her hair.
“Ohh, gah, that was… that was…” she stammered, spitting gunk into the sink as she leaned to the side.
“That was fuckin’ COOL!!” said Caitlyn from the doorway. Jason turned to look at his other almost step sister, and saw that she was as scantily dressed as her sister, wearing only a lacy little half cup bra that barely covered her nipples and matching panties. Jason could feel new life surging into his half hardness as he checked out her form in the skimpy underwear. “I want to see what it tastes like.” she said.
Caitlyn came into the bathroom with them, and knelt on one knee down next to her sister, licking up some of his cream off her cheek. Jason groaned at the sight of it, two pretty girls wearing next to nothing and eating his come. His cock was fully hard again.
“Mmm, good.” she said, licking her lips and turning her head to look up at him. “My turn, now.” She opened her mouth and took the head of his dick in her lips, sucking softly on it. Jason groaned, louder this time, and ran his hands down through Caitlyn’s long black hair.
Ashley stood up and squeezed past them, getting in front of the sink and looking in the mirror once more. What she saw there appalled her. She was a sticky mess, and she was going to have to wash her hair again. It had come all over one side, and was stuck together in clumps. Not only that, it was all over her T-Shirt, too.
“Look what you did to me.” she said to him, in breathless horror. “You got it all OVER me!”
“You look beautiful.” he said, surprising her by raising up one hand to the back of her head and pulling her close for a kiss on the mouth. She thought it was going to be a quick peck, but he held her there and kissed her deeply, even slipping his tongue against hers.
She let out a muffled sound of protest as his other hand came up, under her T-Shirt, and cupped her right breast, twiddling the nipple erect with the pad of his thumb as he cupped the apple sized mound in his palm. She felt her thighs parting slightly, and got very wet between her legs of a sudden.
She looked down as the kiss ended, and saw her sister still sucking away on his cock. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, and now both his hands were under her shirt, pushing it up. She lifted her arms and let him take it all the way off, then he was kissing her again, his hands now sliding down her ribs, onto her hips, and then…
“Ohh, not there!” she gasped, pulling away. She couldn’t go too far away, because he had caught her by the waist and prevented her from leaving altogether.
“Yes, Ashley, there.” he said, slipping one hand back between her thighs again. She squeezed them together, trying to keep his hand off her most secret place, but her body betrayed her as he bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth. Her thighs gently parted and his hand crept up between them as she gave a long, low cry from the back of her throat. His palm cupped her sex as his middle finger slid lightly back and forth through her slit.
He moved his head up and kissed her on the mouth again, pulling his cock out of her sister’s mouth with a pop. He pulled her leg up onto his hip and turned her to face him, his cock sliding across her sex.
“Oh, damn, that looks so hot!” Caitlyn said in awe, then reached up and placed his cockhead right at the entrance to her sister’s womb. “Do it, Jason, put it inside her!”
“Oh, noo!” wailed Ashley, as she felt herself stretching to accommodate his girth. Only the head was between her pussylips, but she could feel how perilously close it was to slipping fully inside her. “Jason, please, take it out!”
“No way, Ash.” he said, thickly, feeling her tight heat on his dick. “I’m going to fuck you!”
“Please! I don’t want my first time to be in the bathroom.” she begged. “Please? Not here!”
“Okay.” he agreed, then picked her up by cupping her ass, still in place with his cockhead just inside her. He carried her over to his bed, then put her down on the edge of it so that she was laying sideways. He bent down on top of her and drove his cock into her with one smooth shove.
She let out loud moan as he entered her and clawed his back with her nails. Her feet shot straight up in the air, then curved together and clasped ankles behind his back.
Caitlyn was kneeling on the floor just behind them, and had an awesome view of his cock disappearing into her sister. She was astonished that the huge thing was able to fit in there. She touched herself through her panties, wondering if it would fit inside her the same way. “Oh, man, look at that!” she marveled, in a soft, breathless whisper. “You’re really fucking her!”
Ashley was grunting as he pistoned his massive cock rapidly, getting off on the brand new sensations flooding her young body for the first time. She screamed in ecstasy as he brought her to the brink of orgasm, them drove her right over the edge. She felt like the whole world was falling away form her as his big dick hammered away at her.
Finally, he slowed his strokes and pulled out, letting the little girl, now a woman, under him catch her breath as he got up. He felt Caitlyn move out of his way and looked down at her, amused.
“Did you like what you saw?” he asked, grinning at her. She was staring at his cock, dripping pre cum out the slit in little drops and shiny with her sister’s pussy juices.
“Oh, yes!” she whispered excitedly. “It was the coolest!”
“Are you ready for it to be your turn?” he asked, holding out a hand to her. She took it, and he helped her to her feet.
“M-my turn?” she stammered. She gave a quick glance at her sister, who was still sprawled out on her back, pussy just now beginning to close up. It was swollen and angry red looking, with just a hint of blood leaking out of the lower lips. Ashley was moaning and tossing her head.
“Yup, you heard me right.” he said, putting one hand around the girl’s waist and leading her away. “I’m going to do that to you, too.” he told her. “Let’s go into your room.”
“Well, okay.” she said, letting him guide her. “But, uh, I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” she said, as they entered the hallway.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Lisa had her hands on her hips, glaring at Jason as she stood, blocking the hallway as she stood at the top of the stairs.
“I’m doing what these girls want me to do.” he said, cupping Caitlyn’s head and kissing her deeply. The girl moaned into his mouth, but it wasn’t a sound of protest. Not exactly.
“Didn’t you hear what she just said?” Lisa demanded. “She said she wasn’t sure. That means `no`, buster, and if you do anything with her, I’m going to file rape charges.”
“Look, bitch, you had your chance downstairs just a little while ago.” he retorted. “Or are you reconsidering?”
She just stared at him speechlessly as he turned his back on her, his arm around Caitlyn’s waist and made their way down the hall.
“You come back here!” she screeched, running and jumping onto his back. She clawed at his chest, and he grimaced as he grabbed her by an arm and bent forward, slinging her to the floor.
“You bastard!” she spit at him from the floor. “Don’t you touch my baby! Dirty sonovabitch! Fucking rapist!”
“You got a dirty mouth on you.” Jason remarked, mildly. “Is it good for anything but cursing?”
“Fuck you!” Lisa said, getting on her hands and knees. “I said to get your hands off her!” Jason was rubbing Caitlyn’s ass through her panties, his other hand firmly around the girl’s waist.
“It’s okay, Mom, I… I want to.” Caitlyn said. “Don’t hurt her, Jason, please!” She tugged his hand, urging him down the hall, so he followed her, with a meaningful look over his shoulder at his step-mother, who was sitting forlornly on the floor, sobbing tears of anger and frustration.
Caitlyn pulled him into her room, letting him kiss her as his hands roamed up and down her body, first feeling her breasts, then slipping down between her legs and rubbing her pussy. He slid his hand around to her back and unhooked her bra nimbly with his fingers, then pulled it down and bent his head to kiss her newly exposed breasts.
“Ohh, Jason, Jason, that’s heavenly.” she said. She was aware that they were moving backward, but when her mattress hit the back of her knees and made her sit down, she suddenly became aware of her surroundings and what they were about to do.
“Oh, Jason, I’m… I’m not sure.” she whispered, letting him lay her down onto her back. “Ohh, yesss, that feels so nice!” she moaned out loud as he kissed her breasts again. His hands were caressing her body, moving slowly from her breasts, down over her belly, and in between her legs, fondling her pussy through her panties. They moved up once more, then when he slid them down, he wormed his finger under the elastic waistband of them and pushed them down off her hips.
“Lift up your hips a little for me, Caitlyn.” he said, nuzzling her neck. His words sent little puffs of air into her ear, and her hips came up off the bed, allowing him to slide her panties down her legs and past her knees.
Both his hands were caressing her inner thighs now, urging them further and further apart, with his fingers making the occasional journey onto her bare pussy. While they were there, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and slipped two fingers inside her.
She was moaning as he fingered her, and only looked up at him as her pulled her ass further toward the edge of the bed and got between her open thighs.
“Ready, Caitlyn?” he asked, rubbing his cock up and down her slit. He got it good and greasy with her juices, then slipped it down and pushed the head of into her.
“Unngh, yeah, right there!” she grunted, and felt him renew his grasp on her hips. He pushed it in a little more and came up against her hymen. “Oooff!” she winced at the sudden, pain, then got a look of relief as he pulled it back slightly. She wasn’t prepared for what happened next, though. He slammed it back into her, burying it to the hilt with one strong push.
She couldn’t help it; she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream of pain as something tore inside her. He left it all the way inside her, letting her get used to the feel of it, then began moving it back and forth inside her.
“Ohh, yes!” she sighed, feeling the pleasure building as the pain ebbed. He gradually increased the speed of his strokes until he was fucking the teen under him as fast and hard as he could. His balls were slapping her ass so loudly he was sure her mother could hear it if she were still sitting outside on the floor where they had left her.
Suddenly, he slowed his pace and started moving it in and out of the girl with deep strokes that made her squirm with pleasure. She met each of his deep thrusts with her hips, trying to get every inch of him into her he could. Slowly, he started increasing the speed once more, and then she was coming under him, wailing out her pleasure at the top of her lungs, Surely her mother could hear that, even if she had gone downstairs!
He pulled his throbbing cock out of her and let her come down from the heights of passion he’d driven her to, laying his cock on her belly. When she had caught her breath, she smiled up at him.
“Oh my God, that was incredible!” she sighed. “You can do that with me anytime you want, step-brother!”
“Count on it, step-sis.” he said, kissing her deeply on the mouth. “Right now, tho, I’m going to go out for a run.”
She could feel his hardness on her belly like a bar of red hot iron and was a little confused.
“But you didn’t…” she asked, hesitantly.
“No.” he answered. “I didn’t in your sister, either.”
“Don’t you want to?” she asked huskily. “I want to see you do it!”
“Okay.” he agreed. “Go ahead and suck on it like your sister did, and I’ll come in your mouth, just like I did in hers.”
“Oh, man, hell yeah!” she said. “This is the best day ever!” They traded places, with him sitting on the bed and her going to her knees in front of him.
“Ready, Caitlyn?” he asked, seeing her hesitate a second. “You’ve already done this in the bathroom, remember?”
“I know.” she whispered. “It was easier to be brave in front of my sister, though.”
“How about in front of your mother?” asked a voice from the doorway. “Are you still so brave now, little missy?”
Jason turned and saw Lisa standing there, her hands on her hips and a pouty expression on her face. She was still wearing the scanty negligee, and he could just make out the darkness of her nipples through the gauzy material.
“M-mom!” Caitlyn said. “Get out of here! You’re killing the mood!”
“Good!” said Lisa. “Jason, get out of my daughter’s room, right now. You’ll be lucky if I don’t call the cops on your for statutory rape.”
“Mom! He didn’t rape anyone! Me and Ashley both wanted this!” Caitlyn insisted.
“It doesn’t matter.” Lisa said, sweetly. “Both of you are under the age of eighteen.”
“The age of consent in this state is sixteen, Lisa.” Jason told her. “The girls are both seventeen, so if you do make a call like that, you’ll be laughed out of court, and good luck getting my Dad to pop the question after that.”
“I’m telling him everything that went on here this morning!” she said, defiantly. “I’m telling him how you almost fucked me- twice, now, and that you have deflowered both my daughters.”
“Third times the charm!” he said, going over to her, faster than she’d ever seen anyone move before. He grabbed her arm and hurled her toward the bed.
Lisa gasped and tried to stop herself, but wound up sprawled on her belly on it anyway. Her legs hung down the side, with her knees almost touching the floor. She started to get up, but them Jason was right behind her, holding her down with one hand on the back of her neck.
“Nooo!!” she screamed. “Let me go!” She felt his hand grab the back of her negligee and yank it up. She knew what was next; her bare ass was exposed to his massive cock. “Ohh, God, stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t tell!” she begged. “Please, I promise!”
“What do you think, Caitlyn?” he asked the girl. “Should I give it to your mom in her pussy or in her ass?”
“In her… in her ass?” Caitlyn asked, looking confused.
“Good idea. That’ll really teach this bitch not to come around teasing the way she always does.” Jason grinned. “Do us a favor and get some Vaseline, would you? I don’t want her blood all over my cock.”
“Oh, God, noo! Let me up, let me go!” Lisa begged, trying to squirm out from under him. “Please, I’m begging you!”
Jason laughed and pressed his cock against the woman trapped beneath him, letting her feel the massive organ laying all along her ass crack. He had one hand on her neck, holding her in place, and with the other, he grabbed the base of his cock and moved it into position at the entrance to her womb as Caitlyn left the room.
“Gonna fuck you, Lisa.” he growled in her ear, sinking his cockhead into her pussy a little. “Gonna lube up with your pussy cream first, before I fuck your asshole, though. That’ll teach you not to prance around in front of me with nothing on, won’t it?”
“Jason, please don’t do this… UNNGGH!!” she grunted, feeling him sink the whole length of his cock into her soaking wet pussy with one brutal shove. “Get it out! Take it out! I’m not protected!” she gasped. “Don’t! I can get pregnant!”
“Perfect.” he said, beginning his strokes in and out. “Maybe I won’t fuck your ass, then.” he said. “I’m gonna blow my whole load right into your cunt and knock you up higher than a kite, bitch. How do you like that idea?”
“Noo, Jason, please… I’m, I’m… Your father, Jason, what about your father?” She lost the ability to speak for a moment as he pulled it out of her almost all the way, just leaving the tip of it inside.
“Get him to fuck you without the rubber that you always make him wear, tonight. It’s okay with me if you tell him it’s his.” Jason replied, sinking his whole length into her again. She felt great on his dick, almost as tight as her virgin daughters had been. He slid it smoothly all the way back in, and she grabbed a double handful of the comforter.
“Jason, you don’t, ungh, you don’t under…stand!” she gasped. “I’m not letting you father do this until we’re married. We, unnhhh, we … have only been doing oral… with… with each other.” she told him.
“What?!? You two haven’t been fucking?” Jason asked her, astonished. He laughed, and increased his tempo in and out of her. “You’ll have a hell of a job explaining why you suddenly changed you mind and want to go all the way, then, won’t you? I’m doing my old man a favor with this.”
“No, please, Jason, take it out, please, I’m begging you not to do this to me!”
“Too… too late!” he grunted, burying himself balls deep inside her and letting his sperm flood into her tight little pussy.
“Oh, God, NOOOO!!!” she wailed, feeling his cock spasming inside her as he came.
“Hell fuck yeah!” he groaned. “Can you feel it? Can you feel my little wigglies swimming up to your egg?” he whispered in her ear. “Dad gets to go bareback tonight!”
“Here you are, Jason…” Caitlyn said, holding out the jar to him as she came back in. One look was enough to tell her it was too late, though. “Oooh, you did it inside my Mom?”
“Let me up.” Lisa said. “Let me up! I need to go douche! Maybe it’s not too late.”
“Nope.” he said, still holding her down. “I have one shot left, and I said I was going to fuck your asshole, and that’s what I mean to do!”
“Ohh, God, please, no! Not that! Jason! Please don’t do that! Everything we did here today, everything you did with my daughters, please, I won’t tell him anything if you spare me that!” Lisa begged.
“Pff, you think I’m scared of you telling him anything? Hell no, bitch! Blab all you want, it ain’t gonna save your asshole from getting speared by my cock!” He got a fingerful of Vaseline and smeared it on her asshole.
She shrieked as she felt the cold grease slathered on her asshole, and his finger worming it’s way inside, totally panicked.
“PLEASE, oh, God, no, please don’t do that!” she begged. “I’ll do anything, anything else, just please don’t do me there!!”
“Promise?” he asked, placing his cock into position.
“YES, I fuckin’ promise!” she sobbed.
“Hmm, anything, right? You know your friend Tanya?” he asked, not withdrawing his cock yet. “That cute little brunette that was here for your wedding shower a week or so ago?”
“T-Tanya?” Lisa stammered. “What do you want with her?”
“Well, I’m not interested in her mind, if that’s what you’re asking. Now, do I shove my cock in your asshole right now, or are you going to help me get her and her daughter in bed?”
“Sophia too?” Lisa exclaimed. “Get off of me, okay? I’ll help you do it, you bastard. Now let me go!!”
Jason pulled back and let her get up, smiling evilly at her. “Now, you know if you welsh on this deal; if you tell her what’s up, and cock-block me, I’m going to have to invite several of my friends over, and we’re going to take turns at your asshole and cunt, right? That’s the consequences for breaking your word.”
“I won’t go back on it.” she said bitterly. “No matter what you threaten me with.”
“Good. You have a phone call to make. I want her over here today. Since you’re her boss, I guess you can free up her schedule, right?” Jason smiled at the woman and handed her the phone off the bedside stand.
“What, now? But I’m naked still!” Lisa protested.
“It’s a phone.” Jason replied. “She won’t know you’re naked. Now get her over here. Sophia can wait until after school.”
“What do I tell her?” Lisa asked. “I can’t just tell her to come over to my house without a reason.”
“True.” Jason mused thoughtfully. “What can you tell her to get her to come over?”
“I know.” Caitlyn volunteered. “Mom, didn’t you borrow her casserole dish last week for the shower? You could have her come over to get it today.”
Lisa flashed Caitlyn a dirty look, but she nodded and began dialing. She looked surprised when Jason took the handset from her, and put it on speakerphone, but Jason gestured for her to speak as the other end picked up on the second ring.

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I was anxious and sometimes upset. I wondered just what I was supposed to do – it didn’t seem likely that she would want to introduce Kevin to her husband. But then with Kelley, I never knew. And I admit I felt some sexual excitement, especially when I thought about how she had come home after getting fucked, to tell me all about it and get off while I ate her recently fucked pussy.
Kelley, for her part, was quiet and acted for all the world as though nothing had happened and nothing else would happen. She dropped the sarcastic, domineering stuff that she had used the night she went out with Kevin. In fact, life was pretty much normal. That means we were nice to each other, even affectionate, but there was no sex.
But by Friday night, Kelley showed that she must have sensed my uneasiness. As we lay in bed reading, just before it was time to put out the lights, she rolled over and put an arm across my chest. It was reminiscent of the night she had regaled me with her tales about Kevin, but tonight she wore a modest nighty and her touch felt gentle, not aggressive. I felt a stirring in my cock and thought that maybe I was about to get lucky.
“Hey, watch it there mister.”
Kelley must have sensed the beginnings of my arousal, but her voice was gently humorous, not sarcastic.
“Look, I just want you to know that I’ve thought about it and I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to have Kevin over.”
My mind raced, trying to sort out the possible meanings. Was she going somewhere else with him? Was she planning to call it off?
“Yeah, I talked to Trace and she said it would be fine to use her place.”
So that was it. Looked like another long night here alone for me.
“But it’s kinda awkward, I mean having her there. She doesn’t have a date or anything. So I told her I’d have you come along.”
A quick image of Kelley’s friend and our neighbor, Tracy flashed in my mind’s eye. I wondered if that meant I might get a chance at her big firm breasts or even to fuck her from behind with my hands on her sweet ass.
“Hey, don’t get any big ideas. Or in your case, little ideas.”
She flicked the bedclothes above my crotch for emphasis.
“Believe me, Tracy isn’t interested in your little thing. And if I even think that you’re trying to do something with her, I’ll be out of here so fast it’ll make your head spin. Then we’ll see just how much alimony you can afford.”
It wasn’t an empty threat. Back a few months ago, when we hit a bad spot in our relationship, Kelley had moved in with Tracy for a couple weeks. Tracy was divorced and made out really well with what her ex was ordered to pay. She hooked Kelley up with her lawyer and they sat down to tell me the facts of life a few days later. Even though I didn’t have anywhere near the bucks of Tracey’s ex, the lawyer convinced me that she could get a settlement for Kelley that would keep me poor forever.
Bad as that would be, I was even more threatened by the thought of losing her. Our relationship might lack a lot, but I still loved her. Totally and completely.
“So just watch your step tomorrow, ok?”
I said ok. Her tone was gently mocking but there was an underlying edge. Then, as she sometimes did when I least expected it, she leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. Then she rolled over to turn out the light.
“Goodnight.”
I kept busy around the yard the next day, doing my best to stay out of Kelley’s sight. I knew how she would get as she psyched herself up for that night. Fortunately, she spent a good part of the day next door at Tracy’s. As evening came on, Kelley came home. She showered and made herself smell good, then put on a pair of shorts and a t shirt. I was a little surprised that she was so casual.
“Hey, why bother to dress up? I’ve already got his attention. Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna keep these on for long.”
As if for emphasis, she took off her wedding band and engagement ring and put them in the jewelry box.
“C’mon, yours too.”
Reluctantly, I took off my wedding band and gave it to her.
“Look at that – a cheater’s ring.”
I realized she meant the white area on my finger that marked where the band had been.
“Oh well, I’ll just explain to Kevin that you’re cheating on your wife to be with Tracy.”
She put the ring in the box.
“OK – here’s the deal. I’m going over to Tracy’s now. You wait here. A little while after you see Kevin pull up, come on over. You’ll know Kevin when you see him – he’s the one with the really big dick.”
The scorn and derision were back in her voice.
“Remember, no funny stuff. Trace is gonna make it look good, but you only do what she tells you to.”
With that, she left. Through the open window I heard her going into Tracy’s house a moment later. Then I waited. I watched the street for about half an hour. I had an absurd mental image of Kevin as a muscular, dark haired guy walking up to Tracy’s door with a huge erection in one hand. When he did arrive, he turned out to be a sandy blonde with a moustache. He was well built, but his dick was in his pants – at least until he went inside. I screwed up my courage, waited a few minutes, then headed to Tracy’s.
Tracy met me at the door when I knocked. She was dressed the same as Kelley, but as always, presented a real contrast to Kelley’s slight figure and almost ethnic complexion. I had to hide how startled I was when Tracy hugged me, her big breasts squashing up against my chest. I tried to look natural by putting my arms around her but at the same time trying to avoid touching her the wrong way.
As unnatural as it felt, a month or two ago, this would have been unimaginable. Time was when Tracy seemed to hate me and I found myself feeling much the same for her. I blamed her for the change in Kelley’s behavior, and she blamed me for, well, God knows what. At least recently we had reached a sort of détente. I think it was because we had Kelley in common.
Anyway, it turned out that I didn’t have to worry too much about putting on a show for Kevin’s benefit. When Tracy released me, I saw that he was on the couch with Kelley and they were much too wrapped up in each other to notice me. At least, Kevin was. I saw Kelley open an eye and glance at me while Kevin held her close and pressed his lips against hers. Still looking at me, she opened her mouth to his and pushed her tongue deep inside.
After a long, hot kiss, Kelley pushed Kevin back slightly so that he would notice me. He looked somewhat impatient as Tracy introduced me, as if he had already heard enough negative stuff about me and didn’t want to take time from his hot little date to meet me.
After the brief introduction, he got back to the business at hand – making out with my wife.
Tracy sat me down on the big chair directly across from them and settled herself onto my lap. With her arms around me and her head bent over mine, I’m sure it would have looked like we were making out too, but in fact; she managed to direct my head so I was watching Kelley and Kevin while Tracy whispered in my ear.
“Look at how she’s kissing him. She just can’t get enough of him. See where his hands are?”
Kevin was groping Kelley’s firm little tits. Tracy’s breath was hot in my ear as she whispered.
“Look at how turned on she is! You know she wants to have his cock inside her. Did she tell you how big he is?”
At that point, with this sexy woman writhing on my lap and watching Kelley make out with her stud, I was about as big as I ever get. This went on for a while – I’m honestly not sure how long. Kelley was so worked up that she was panting while Kevin kissed her and fondled her. Slowly, reluctantly, she pushed him away from her.
“Whew! I need a break!”
Kevin looked impatient again. I sensed that he was about ready to take her to the bedroom and a break was not in his plans.
“Hey Trace! Is the hot tub fired up?”
Tracy told her it was. She stood and took Kevin’s hand.
“C’mon, let’s go get wet! Or wetter…”
She cast a quick, wicked glance my way, then at Tracy.
“C’mon girl, let’s all hit the tub.”
Kevin protested mildly that he didn’t have a suit.
“Hey, it’s clothing optional. Besides, it’s not like you’ve got anything to be ashamed of.”
Another wicked glance at me.
So we ended up at the hot tub. Kelley was out of her clothes right away and in the water. I was in a bit of a quandary. Tracy was stripping, more slowly, and I desperately wanted to look but I knew Kelley was watching me. Kevin was also pulling off his clothes and I have to admit that I was curious to see this big dick I had heard so much about. But again I hardly dared look.
Meanwhile, the raging hard on I had gotten earlier had not gone down much and I was afraid about exposing that. I gulped and consciously forced myself to calm down. My dick drooped some and I felt better about stripping. I even thought that maybe I’d look bigger than usual, still half hard.
I guess it wasn’t enough. Kevin was already in the tub next to Kelley. She giggled out loud and said, not too quietly,
“See what I mean?”
I knew what she meant. It’s not like I’m tiny, but I am a bit on the small side of normal. I’ve had enough experience with enough women to know that it works just fine for most of them. But I guess it’s easy to make almost any guy self-conscious about his size if you try. And Kelley could be relentless.
I eased into the warm water next to Tracy, still trying not to stare at her. It was mostly dark anyway, so there wasn’t a lot I could see, though I admit I tried a few sideways glances. She put an arm around my shoulder and pulled up beside me. One of her breasts pushed against my side and the hard nipple poked at me. I started getting hard again.
Kelley and Kevin were in a similar position on the opposite side from us. It only took a moment before they were making out again. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see Kevin’s large hand squeezing one of Kelley’s perky little breasts. Kelley leaned over as he lay back and let her take the lead in kissing and touching. My sweet little wife was all over this hunk as he lay back and let her run her hands over his chest while their mouths locked together.
Tracy moved in closer to me, in a similar posture, even draping a leg across me. I could feel her pubic hair against my thigh and my hard cock rubbed slightly against her. Again she whispered in my ear.
“Look at that!”
I realized after a second what she meant. The head of Kevin’s cock stood out stiffly from the water. Kelley reached down and wrapped her small hand around it. The water splashed slightly as she stroked him. She continued doing that for several minutes, then he shifted away fro her and climbed up to sit on the edge of the tub with all but his lower legs out of the water.
Tracy gasped slightly in my ear as she saw what I did – the silhouette of Kevin’s huge cock bobbing erect . Kelley moved over between his legs, her back to us. Though my view was blocked, it was obvious she was sucking his cock. Her head moved up and down and she made slurping noises, sometimes mixed with a slight gagging sound as she tried to take that monster cock down her throat. Kevin supported himself with both hands at his sides. His head tipped back and he seemed to be loving Kelley’s oral attentions.
Meanwhile, I was definitely aroused and I realized that Tracy was too. Her body rubbed against mine and her breathing got more rapid. Still, I didn’t dare do more than hold her.
After several minutes of sucking and stroking Kevin’s cock, Kelley stopped and got out of the tub herself. She took Kevin’s hand and led him back inside. Tracy calmed down as they left and seemed to remember what she was doing. She pulled away from me, but only slightly.
“Come on. Let’s go see what they’re up to.”
She stood and took my hand, leading me into the house. The lights had been turned off in the living room and a soft light glowed from the spare bedroom. I heard Kelley’s giggle coming from there. Tracy led me to the couch, but as I started to sit, she said “No. Lie down.”
I did as she asked, wondering, hoping that this might be the start of something nice. As I hoped, Tracy climbed on top of me, straddling me, but instead of lowering herself onto me, she remained kneeling. I almost reached up to pull her to me but I realized that from her position, she was looking right into the bedroom. I began to understand that she and Kelley had planned it this way.
From the bedroom, the giggles silenced and were replaced by soft moans. Tracy put one hand between her legs and began fingering herself. Her big breasts swayed inches above my face.
“She’s sucking his cock again. God it’s big! He’s got his hands on her head and he’s fucking her mouth with it.”
From the bedroom a muffled gagging confirmed Tracy’s report. She continued to play with herself but after a minute, apparently got tired of supporting herself with one arm. She moved up to squat with her cunt right over my face. It was too dark to see much of it, but I could smell the musk of her desire. Her knuckles brushed my face from time to time as she masturbated.
“Now he’s got her on the bed and she’s got her legs apart. He’s getting on her. I can see his cock – he’s putting it in her…now!”
And on cue, I heard Kelley moan loudly.
“He’s pushing it in deeper and deeper. He’s working it in and out – shit, I can’t believe she can take all that!”
Tracy’s voice was a hoarse stage whisper. From the bedroom, Kelley’s moans turned to cries, even yelps.
“He’s fucking her hard now…”
Kelley was crying out,
“Oh yes! Yes! OH God! Give it to me! Oooh Oooh shit yes!”
Her words turned to pure sounds and cries. Meanwhile, Tracy was starting to pant and then to moan. She pulled her hand out of her cunt and pushed her wet slit against my face. As I moved slightly to get my mouth on her, she seemed to remember herself and pulled away.
“Oh no you don’t! I’ll tell Kelley if you try that again!”
She slapped my face as best she could from that position, then, to my surprise, shoved her fingers into my mouth. I tasted the musky, slightly sour smell of her cunt juices. Before I could react in any way, she pulled her hand back.
From the bedroom, Kelley’s cries were joined by moans from Kevin. The bed was creaking wildly as he must have been fucking her hard. The climax wasn’t hard to identify. The noise got louder than ever, and then stopped. Kelley was whimpering softly and I thought I heard Kevin panting.
Tracy knelt over me almost as if frozen. She was watching, but she wasn’t telling me anything. After what seemed like a small eternity, she moved, sliding back down on top of me. Her breasts swelled against my chest and her slick pussy grazed my hard cock, and then came to rest on my thigh.
I heard a few muffled words from the bedroom, and then Kevin came out. He headed to the tub area, apparently gathered his clothes and was gone. Tracy got off me and went into the bedroom. I stayed where I was, uncertain what to do next. A minute or so later, Kelley called out to me and told me to get in there.
She was lying on the bed, still flushed from her sex with Kevin. There was a strong smell of sex and sweat in the air. Tracy was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. I felt exposed and vulnerable as I stood naked in front of them, my cock still mostly hard.
“Tracy says you tried to eat her pussy.”
I stammered in an attempt to deny or explain or something but Kelley shushed me.
“She says that for a minute, she wanted you to. Do you still want to?”
I was frozen. I didn’t know what the right answer was or if there even was a right answer, so I croaked out a “Yes.”
“Well come on. The poor girl’s been turned on all night!”
Tracy spread her legs, still sitting on the bed. I knelt on the floor between them and put my mouth on her pussy. She was still wet and her clit seemed to jump as my tongue flicked it. She grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands and like Kevin earlier at the tub, tipped her head back. I stuck my tongue deep inside her and heard her start to pant, then moan as she came. It only took a moment, she was so worked up. I finished her by licking her slowly and softly.
“Very nice. How sweet. Now it’s my turn.”
Kelley rose and swung her legs over the side of the bed. As she spread them, I moved away from Tracy and between Kelley’s open thighs. The smell of sex was almost overpowering. Kelley didn’t trim her bush as much as Tracy and there were glistening drops of her and Kevin’s juices in her pubic hair.
I hesitated just a moment and felt Kelley’s hands behind my head, pulling me to her crotch. Just before my mouth met her cunt, I saw a thick ribbon of Kevin’s cum slipping out of her.
She practically fucked my face, moaning and panting. Not as loud as with Kevin, but I could tell she came at least twice. Her cunt was hot and wet with cum and her own juices and it felt like I was swallowing a lot of Kevin’s thick cum. She held me hard against her for at least fifteen minutes while she came and came again. Finally she released me.
Standing, a little unsteadily, she took Tracy by the hand.
“We’re going to sleep in the other bedroom. You stay here.”
I looked at the bed and saw a huge wet spot from where she and Kevin had gotten it on.
“Oh yeah, and tomorrow you’re gonna have to wash out these sheets for Tracy.”
I got on the bed as they left. Kelley called back,
“Don’t jerk off too much!”
I don’t know how much is too much. I hope four times was ok.

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MY COLONOSCOPY (Humor)

Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
THE END
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