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A rookie’s folly(formerly called the huntress)

So, this is a story I wrote last year, a young huntress decides to try and prove herself and it goes awry, though she may liek the new results better. anyways this story contains bestiality, size difference etc. so normal warnings you must be of age to read this on and on such and such, anyways enjoy(also pardon and grammar issues, I have a nerve issue which causes me to transpose my words a lot, I do my best to catch the mistakes and ammend them but some can slip through)

Fiction

BABY BROTHER

Bobby returns to his childhood home to the loving arms of his big sister, Sissy. He needs shelter and respite from the turmoil of his court-martial.

Fiction

And Mother Makes Three

And Mother Makes Three
I could clearly hear the squeak of bedsprings emanating from my daughter’s bedroom through the thin plaster walls of my bathroom. I knew she was being fucked because masturbation doesn’t make that much noise! However, I was surprised to find out that it was her brother who was fucking her. I had definitely heard her say, “Oh, yes! Scott, that feels so good.” I knew I wasn’t crazy, and the walls were not thick enough to have distorted her words that badly. No my children were involved in a sexual and incestuous relationship. It was a relationship filled with potential dangers if I didn’t take some action.
I padded barefoot down the hall to the door of Sharon’s room. I knew that I must catch them in bed together or all was lost. To wait until morning would only give them the opportunity to deny it all and try to convince me that I had finally gone over the edge. My dilemma was whether to wait until they were finished or rush in and catch them in mid-stroke. It was an excruciating choice, one I didn’t have to make as I listened to Sharon and her brother keening in harmony, signaling their completion.
I quickly made up my mind as how to handle the situation. I stripped off my nightie and opened the door. Before they could even begin to be surprised, I slipped under the covers with them and hugged them both to me. I could easily feel their fear washing off them in waves. The last thing any teenager wants is to get caught having sex by their parents, but when one is participating in incest the desire not to get caught is at least a hundred times greater.
“So what were you guys up to?” I asked in a voice that was light and carefree. It was not the voice of a parent, it was the voice of a concerned friend, which I was trying to be at that moment.
“Uh … nothing”, Scott choked. At nineteen years old he had the body of a man, but he still retained his boyish face; a face that constantly reminded me of his father.
“Well, it sure sounded like something to me,” I said, sounding light and chipper. The last thing I wanted to do was frighten them anymore than they already were. “A very good something,” I said.
“You mean you’re not mad?” Sharon asked suspiciously.
“Mad? why should I be mad?”
“Because we were screwing,” Scott said incredulously.
“You were not screwing,” I said indignantly. “You were making love. You were making love to your sister, whom I know to be a very lovable person,” I added as I hugged them both tightly to me.
“You mean you’re really not mad?” Sharon asked timidly, as if expecting me to turn into some type of fire-breathing monster who could melt stone with just a glance.
“Heavens, no! There’s nothing wrong with making love to your brother”, I assured her. “However, the important question is: What do we do now?”
“I guess we’ll have to stop,” Scott said, sounding as disappointed as a child who has learned there really is no Santa Claus.
“Oh, really,” I said unbelievingly. “And just how long do you think you’d be able to stick to your guns on that, especially if Sharon walked into your room one night wearing a skimpy little negligee and smelling yummy, and tried to convince you that I wouldn’t find out if you did it to her?” Scott didn’t answer; he just shrugged his shoulders as his mouth twisted into a thin line. “See. So abstinence is not an option.”
“So what is?” Sharon asked a little heatedly. “What are you going to do? Send me to a convent and Scott to a monastery?”
“No,” I laugh at her absurd suggestion. “That would only make God angry with me. I’m sure you’d have half the nuns transformed into raging lesbian nymphomaniacs before a month.”
“You know her too well, Mom,” Scott laughed, and it was a good sound to hear. “So what do we do?”
“We are careful,” I said. “The most important thing is to insure that you two are safe. And by that I mean: No one finds out you’re sleeping together, and Sharon doesn’t get pregnant. She’s too young to have a baby.”
“I’m eighteen,” Sharon protested.
“Exactly, and still in high school,” I retorted. “So starting tomorrow, Scott has to wear a condom, each and every time you two do it. At least until I can get Sharon safely on the pill.” They both agreed and pinkie promised. “Second, you are only ever allowed to fuck at home, in this house, nowhere else, and never when we have company without my express and explicit permission. And last, you are both to see other people.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” Sharon cried. I hugged her and kissed her brow.
“You don’t have to sleep with other boys, sweetheart, and I really hope you don’t. I’d rather not have it known around town that my little girl ‘goes all the way’,” I assured her. “But you must at least date other boys to carefully cover our secret.” I was a full member of this conspiracy. “We must give others the impression that you and Scott share a normal, whatever that means – brother/sister relationship, and nothing more.
Understand?” Sharon nodded, quietly.
“Mom, why are you taking this so well?” Scott asked. “Why aren’t you going ballistic or something?”
“My father didn’t go ballistic when he caught me with your Uncle Mike.”
“Grandpa caught you and Uncle Mike doing it?” Sharon sounded astonished. “Oh my God, this can’t be true.”
When I was eighteen, it was unseemly for women to be sexually active, yet I had a very strong inquisitiveness about sex. My brother, Michael, and I had been so very close that I knew I could ask him any question I had without fear. Everything I learned about sex I learned from Michael, and when I finally decided that I was ready to become sexually active, it was to Michael whom I give my virginity. He was so sweet and tender, everything a sexually naive girl could ask for in a first time. When he parted my legs and entered me for the first time, I was so filled with love for him I didn’t even feel the tearing of my hymen. I experienced orgasm after orgasm as we fucked on the rug in front of the fireplace in my father’s den, which is where my father caught us after we forgot to lock the door one time. My father completely understood the relationship between most brothers and sisters, especially when both were extremely attractive and filled with a zest for life. He had also shared some incestuous moments with all three of his sisters. He taught us the most important word about such relationships; discretion. My father’s main concern was that his children were all right and protected, and I wanted the same for my two.
I told all this to Scott and Sharon as they listened enraptured. “Well,” I concluded as I separated myself from them, “I’ll leave you two alone to your fun.” I was out of bed and halfway to the door before they stopped me.
“Mom,” Scott said hesitantly. “Well, Sharon and I thought you’d like to stay.”
“That’s sweet, darling, but I don’t think you guys need an old woman crowding in on your fun.”
“You’re not old!” Sharon said vehemently. “Besides, we know how lonely you’ve been since Dad died.” I was lonely. My husband had passed away five years earlier, and I had not been with a man since. I had compensated by doting on my children, giving them all the love and support I thought they needed. Now, they were making me the same offer.
“We love you, Mom,” Scott said as he tossed back the sheet and got out of bed. Naked, he walked across the room toward me. My breath caught in my chest because he looked so much like his father when we had married. The same slim chiseled form, identical all the way down to the light dusting of blond hairs on his tummy. He reached out a hand and gently caressed my cheek. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.” His touch was so sweet and loving I felt my heart melt inside me.
“Stay with us, Mother,” Sharon said as she came to me and grabbed my hand. She was so petite; she looked like a nymph or a fairy princess. She was slim and slightly boyish in front, yet there was a definite and discernible curve to her bosom and a flare to her hips. She was the image of the ultimate woman-child, innocent and pure, and so temptingly tantalizing. I could see why Scott had to have her.
Their eyes were so full of love as they looked at me, I knew there was no way I could refuse, even if I wanted to. “Thank you, my darlings,” I murmured and let them guide me to the bed. They laid me down in the center of it, one of them on either side of me.
“Let us love you, Mother,” Sharon whispered as she kissed me tenderly on the mouth.
“Let us take care of you, like you’ve taken care of us.” This from Scott as he kissed me also, this tongue flickered along the surface of my lips before I parted them and accepted him into my mouth. Scott is such a great kisser, just like his dad was. His tongue moved languidly in my mouth as it explored. It had been such a long time since I had been kissed that way that I immediately got wet. There was a special thrill about kissing my son because at that moment he ceased being my offspring and became a man, my lover.
My attention was drawn away from Scott’s exquisite kiss by an intoxicating sucking at my breast. I looked down to see Sharon nursing at my teat as she had done as a babe. She sucked insistently, yet softly, on my nipple as if expecting milk to flow freely. I ran my hands along the smooth contours of her torso until I touched her smallish breasts. They were so tiny that they fit neatly into the palms of my hands. The nipples hardened and I massaged them briskly between thumbs and forefingers, causing my daughter to moan against my bosom.
Scott dipped his head and suckled at my other breast. I could feel the blood pounding in my head as my children mouthed my tits. My empty had itched to feel Scott’s body, especially his hardness. My fingers closed around satiny hotness of his penis, and memories of my past life – when I was a sexually active woman – flooded my brain. I remembered holding Scott’s father, hard and warm in my hand. Scott’s erection pulsed in my grip; it throbbed so strongly I could have measured his heart rate.
“Oh, my babies,” I said softly as Sharon’s teeth closed gently on one nipple and Scott inserted his hand between my thighs. I felt a little self-conscious as his fingers made contact with the thick pubis covering my cunt. I usually kept myself smoothly shaved for my husband, but since his passing I had never thought I would allow another man to touch me there so I just let it grow. Now I regretted that I gave up the practice of shaving daily as my son’s fingers traveled through the tangles of my pubic hair. I wanted to feel the callused pads on his fingertips sliding across the silky smooth skin of my boobs.
Scott slipped his long, slender fingers into the center of my dampness. I felt the digits slide into me slowly, and I was so aroused my cunt spasmed around them in a minor orgasm. It was a tiny climax, yet it felt as if thousands of vibrating fingers were traveling along my spine. I cried out softly and Sharon silenced me with a kiss.
I clung to my daughter, kissing her hungrily and passionately. I could feel the flutter of her rapidly beating heart as she pressed her body against mine. I laid my hand along her flank and stroked the tight curve of her ass. She squeezed my nipples until I experienced a delightful pain and cried out. I traced the valley of her buttocks with a finger, slowly circling the puckered skin of her asshole.
Scott was moving on top of me now, spreading my thighs to reveal the steaming essence of my womanhood. I could feel rivulets of my feminine secretions running down the insides of my thighs and the crack of my behind. Not since my wedding night had I felt so much desire, or so desirable. I could actually feel Scott’s excitement like heat rolling off sun baked pavement in the summertime. Sharon reached down between our bodies and guided her brother’s cock to the yawning mouth of my sex.
With a slow lunge of his hips, Scott flawlessly entered me. “Oh, Mother,” Sharon whispered sensuously into my ear. “Doesn’t that feel good? Doesn’t it feel so filling?” she asked, but I couldn’t answer in anything that even remotely sounded like the English language. I babbled in some incomprehensible tongue as I was rocked by the extremely pleasurable sensation of being penetrated by my son. “Make Mother enjoy it, Scott,” Sharon instructed her brother. Luckily, he was one to follow orders explicitly.
I thoroughly enjoyed every stoke, every plunge, every withdrawal. Absently I wondered what woman had taught my son to be such a fabulous lover. She deserved a medal or at least my heart-felt thanks. He was so considerate and giving, meeting my every sexual and psychological need. The way he twisted his hips as he fucked me insured that his cock touched every inch of my internal walls as well as my clitoris. He was ten times the lover his father was, although I had loved his father with all my heart.
Sharon was again occupied with my breasts. She mashed my more-than-ample tits together, allowing her to take both nipples into her mouth simultaneously. Her tongue flicked between both rock-hard points of my teats like lightning during a thunderstorm. She sucked the entire areola into her mouth and lovingly chewed it. That was the last straw; between that and the exquisite friction Scott was eliciting between my legs, I was catapulted over the edge.
I cried out my children’s’ names as the shockwave of a major orgasm buffeted me. I wrapped my legs around Scott’s waist and levered my hips off of the bed to meet his thrusts. I pulled Sharon to me and kissed her with a passion and desire that I never felt for another woman before. My hands kneaded her pert buttocks, savoring the feel of those cottony soft orbs of flesh. My climax was so intense; I actually believed it would kill me. I didn’t believe it was possible for a person to sustain such concentrated pleasure and survive the ordeal. However, I did survive, barely. I survived just long enough to feel Scott twitch inside of me and fill me with his seed. It was at this point I developed a serious case of vertigo and passed out.
I awoke a few moments later to find myself nestled between the naked forms of my children. They kissed my face and brow tenderly. “We love you,” they said to me over and over again. “I love you, too, my darlings,” I answered them.
From that night onward Scott shared my bed with me, which caused a slight rift between Sharon and I. Before I began my incestuous affair with Scott, Sharon had exclusive rights to her brother’s attention. She didn’t have to worry about “sharing” Scott with any other woman. Sure, my son saw other girls while he was sleeping with his sister. However, once he walked through the door of our house he was hers and no one else’s. He never brought any girls home with him, and as far as Sharon was concerned the life he led outside our home had no connection to the life he led inside our home. Once I entered the picture, my daughter’s relationship with her brother, and with me, took on a new dimension.
I blamed myself, not because I was sleeping with Scott but because I subconsciously monopolized his time and attention. I would never hurt my daughter intentionally. I had been so long without a man in my life that I rejoiced in the romantic attention of my son. I sought to replace the husband I lost with his son, and my daughter’s lover. I didn’t think about the bond Scott and Sharon shared, or how deep her feelings for him ran. He was her first and only lover; he had taken her virginity which she had surrendered to him willingly and eagerly.
When I realized that my relationship with my daughter was suffering, and why, I quickly thought about how to make amends. One of my problems was I was more ready to accept Scott as a sexual partner, even though he was my son, and I was not quite free-spirited enough to do the same with Sharon. In my mind, Scott was just a man, a lover, no longer my son in the classic sense of the word. Whereas Sharon reminded me so much of myself that I could only see her as my daughter, flesh of my flesh, and blood of my blood. Yet, my love for her was so strong that I would do anything to make things right between us once again.
So, one night I sent Scott out to a movie explaining to him that I wanted to spend some time alone with Sharon. Immediately he became worried because he had sensed the tension that was building between us during the last couple of weeks. He probably envisioned some nasty scene with his mother and sister fighting over him like two crazed bitches. I assured him that everything would be fine, but that Sharon and I needed this time to work things out between us.
After he had gone, I put the finishing touches on the special meal I had prepared for my daughter and me. I made all her favorites; a nice Caesar salad, lasagna, and for dessert, strawberry cheesecake. I had brought a nice bottle of wine to go along with the meal. I put on some soft music and lit some candles, then called Sharon down to the table.
My daughter walked into the dining room and her jaw dropped to her chest in awe. “What’s going on?” she asked. “I know it isn’t my birthday.” I strolled across the room and put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her soundly on the mouth. “No, it isn’t your birthday,” I answered. “I just thought you and I would enjoy a quite candle-lit dinner for two.” I seated her at the table and served the food.
During the meal I explained all my feelings and shortcomings to Sharon and sincerely asked for her forgiveness. My little girl surprised me by acting with the surety and maturity of a grown woman. She understood how I could become so emotionally attached to her brother after my five years of emotional and sexual celibacy. And she believed me when I told her I never meant to hurt her.
After dessert we retired to the living room, where we reclined on the couch with our second bottle of wine. I leaned over and kissed my daughter tenderly on the mouth, slipping my tongue between her lips. She pulled at my shoulders crushing my lips against her own. I worked at the buttons of her blouse as she slipped the straps of my slinky dress off my shoulders. My pendulous breast spilled out just as Sharon’s tiny A-cups were uncovered. “Oh, Mother, your breasts are so beautiful,” Sharon said as she pulled on my nipples. “God, I wish I had tits like yours.”
“Why, darling? Yours are perfect,” I said in truth, and I secured my lips around an extended nipple. I teased the rubbery nipple between my teeth, making Sharon moan in pain/pleasure. I dropped a hand to her lap and inserted it under her short skirt between her legs. I was pleasantly surprised to find out my daughter was not wearing any panties. My finger fretted with the silky blonde hairs of her cunt before parting her lips and entering her. I slid three fingers into my daughter’s pussy as I rubbed her erect clit with my thumb.
“Yes, Mother! Finger me,” Sharon breathed, lifting her hips to meet my questing fingers. I pulled my daughter’s skirt clear to her waist as I laid her out on the sofa. I stared at her cunt, marveling at the way the hairs curled with her moisture. I lowered my head into the cleft of her sex and began tonguing her. She tasted very pungent, my daughter, with a slightly acidic undertone. It was strange at first, but I quickly found myself enjoying Sharon’s bouquet. Her tangy sweetness assaulted my taste buds as I licked her to orgasm.
“Yes, Mom! Yes,” Sharon cried out breathlessly. “Eat me, Mother. Oh, oh, I’m cummmmmmiiiinnnnnngggg!!” A clear, thin liquid filled my mouth as Sharon came with cataclysmic force. Her whole body shook and quivered as if she was suffering a seizure.
Later, she went to her room and returned with her secret cache of dildos. We inserted them into our every orifice, enjoying climax after climax. Sharon even penetrated my ass as she ate me to a mind-shattering orgasm. When Scott came home, we took him to my bed and fucked him until the small hours of the morning. We shared him equally.
From that day forward the three of us have been inseparable, we do everything together. I have even lubed up Scott’s cock as he took my baby girl’s anal cherry. Sharon and I have become more like sister/wives than mother/daughter, with Scott as our husband.
Right now, I am three months pregnant with my son’s child. Sharon was a little jealous at first; however, I promised her that Scott can put a baby in her as soon as she graduates college. She thought this too long to wait, so we compromised, she only has to go to a two-year junior college. She has only sixteen months more to wait, and I’m just as anxious as she is. Between the both of us, we keep Scott deliriously happy, which is how wives should keep their husband. All in all, we are the three happiest and luckiest people I know.

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Fiction

“MOM CODE I”

Mothers Code
By Blueheatt
….. For some reason, all us mothers have a code that is taboo to ever talk about. We don’t talk about our sexual feelings for our sons or daughters. It’s somehow so taboo, so unthinkable, so naughty, we never talk about it. (except in low whispers with a friend who will never ever tell we talked about ‘it’)
Mothers will say (outwardly) how disgusting, sick, weird or say that any sexual feelings about our sons or daughters is just nasty. They’ll say how a mother that does that should be somehow punished, their kids taken away from them, shunned, and be outcasts from society.
Oh…. you may have a very close friend that you talk in whispers to, maybe after a few drinks, that will express her true feelings about her sexual feelings about her kids. I had such a friend.
We broke the code…..
…..and It stayed broken between us.
Every chance we got, we talked about it, because?…it made us excited sexually, plain and simple. Let’s just call me, Julie, and her Lynn.
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A few years back we both had 12 years olds, my boy, and her girl. We were comparing notes about them. A few glasses of wine, and I broke the code. I asked her if she ever got turned on when she felt her little girls body. She got quiet for a while. Then a devilish smile, she leaned real close to me and whispered: (“…oh god Julie!, you too?”) and that was the start of us talking hush hush about our sexual feelings about our kids.
Our husbands were out of town one weekend, and I wanted her to spend the night with me. We put the kids in other rooms and we got together in my bed. We both were dying to talk privately together. We said just talking bout it was making us both hot and turned on, big time. We turned out all but a night light and closed and locked the door. It was all quiet now, total privacy. We were both getting wet in anticipation. She whispered: (“ Before we start, ..do you masturbate?..”), I giggled and said (“….hell yes!..”) She smiled big and said: (“When I secretly think about my girl touching me, or me touching her, I always like to masturbate while I think about it….do you mind?”) I said: (“..may I join you?”), we giggled quietly. We took off our panties, opened our legs and started in rubbing our vagina‘s. Our open legs touched and that made it all the more exciting. Masturbating together with a close friend was very hot, and very taboo.
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She told me how it first started with her,….
When she gave her little girl, about 9yrs old, a bath, is when she first got the ’tingles’. Feeling her smooth little body all over while washing her was more and more a turn on. The little girl liked it when mommy washed her little vagina, and giggled. One time she got brave and got in the bathtub naked with her.
Her little girl was wowed at mommy’s big titties and the hair between her legs. She asked: “Mommy, can I touch your titties?” Lynn told her:
“Oh yes, I’m your mommy, it’s ’ok’ to do that.”
“Julie, my little girl started touching, feeling, then stared my nipples. She then just started sucking on my nipples and playing with them. I got so hot when she did that, I closed my eyes and gasp for air.
Then she felt my pubic hair, and ran her little fingers through it and she liked to comb it with her fingers as a comb. Then she rubbed her little face on it.
The first time I let her do that, I orgasmed hard, and shivered and shook. She smiled and asked if I was cold. I said:…. “Oh no…(gasp)….mommy just got a nice feeling from her doing that.” She said she got tingles when she touched her little bump, right here. She opened her little legs wide, looked down, and put her finger on her little clit.
I should have felt very guilty….but I didn’t…it felt good to have a wonderfully intense orgasm that way, and I wanted more. I told her that all this was our ’girls secret’ and to never tell what we did in the bathtub. ….’Ok?’ She, at 9yrs old then, said she would never tell anyone ever, and that was our secret just between her and I,…………. and she never has.
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Lynn’s story got me so hot… I felt dizzy. My fingers were wet from feeling my vagina, and my clit was so sensitive, I could hardly touch it.
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I told how I started getting tingles in my vagina when I felt my son’s body. Dressing him, bathing him, and feeling him for no other reason that to get a sexual feeling. Little boys are more curious and he loved to look at my tits. I let him take long looks while I dressed or changed clothes. I slowly put on or took of my bra. I felt my own tits and played with my nipples as he watch, wide eyed. At nine years old, we too had a talk about secrets and I made him understand. He agreed and to this day we have our ’little secret.’ He got little hardons now, and ’mommy’ would rub it and make it feel good. He love that, and if we were alone, he would request we go do ’that’ we called it. I would take him in the bathroom and lock the door. I loved jacking on his little dick and the first time he had a little shot of white cum shoot out….I orgasmed.
It was so hot as I held his little dick in my hand and felt his first cum between my fingers. When he left, I got really bold and licked my fingers… his little cum was erotic tasting and I orgasmed again when it touched my tongue.
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We both were now breathing hard after telling the events so far. We closed our eyes and rubbed our vagina’s faster. I felt her hand grab my leg to steady herself. She was trying not to moan as she lifted up her hips up high and shook as she had a big intense orgasm. I was right with her, and steadied my self with my hand on her leg too. I unconsciously squeezed her leg as I moaned and lifted my hips high,….shook hard and had a big orgasm too. We shook for a while, and moaned quietly. Our hands still on each others legs. Feeling each others orgasms that way was a very erotic event we had never had before. We lay quiet…then she whispered:….(“….I think (gasp) we’ve found a new turn on, Julie.” )…I agreed and whispered back: (“..Later, I think (deep breath) I think next time I would like to turn around, so we can face each others vaginas (gasp) and we can watch us do ’that’ again, I have a powerful urge to watch your vagina orgasm, very close up next time.”)
It was a very exciting and wonderful night. We’ll keep what we did late in the night….very private,…..for now.
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Well I’m here to finally talk about the ‘code’. We both felt, if our kids said they didn’t want do something, we would always honor that and not do it, but so far, that has never happened.
Our kids are a little older now, and we still have our special ‘secret’. Her daughter and her still go in the bathroom and have their ‘private’ time, my son comes in my room and we too have our….’private’ time. Sneaking a hot feel still takes my breath away. We get so hot so fast when you only have a short time to touch our body’s.
Now days, I can make him cum in my hand in a short time. He can make me orgasm so fast, I almost faint. Lynn and her daughter carry little vibaratiors with them and can orgasm each other fast without moaning…(usually,)….. (I’ve heard them as I listened at the bathroom door before…that always gets me so hot.)
What they don’t know is Julie and Lynn, we have our, ‘private’ time too, when we talk about the latest happenings with our growing kids. We wait until we can spend the night all alone with each other, we get naked, and…..well…. the story’s gets us so hot we…..turn off all the lights……
(whispering….”do you mind if I put my hand on your leg Lynn?” …“Of course not Julie, you know you always can,…. Wow, your trembling, you must have a hot story for tonight. If you don‘t mind, I think I‘ll put my hand on your warm leg and just masturbate while you tell it.”
(This was the way we like to tell the latest hot story’s. Somehow the human contact, makes us so very hot as we talk.)
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“….Well, (gasp, pause), you better hold my leg tight as I tell you about my son. Last week he reached up under my dress, then sliding his hand down my panties and ran his finger down the center of my vagina, in the middle of my living room!” ….“Oh god Julie!, I would have loved to feel that!”
“Well Lynn,…(gasp)….I was standing there in my living room when I felt my sons warm hands wrap around me. He started kissing me on the neck and feeling my tits so good, I lost my breath….next thing I know, I feel his hand slide up my leg. Inching up slowly to the top of my panties. Then I feel his warm hand move down inside my panties and slowly slide down my lower tummy, headed right for my already damp vagina. I felt his finger combing thru my pubic hair, and on to my vagina…I shivered with anticipation, hoping where his finger was headed. He found it….. my wet clit, and his finger danced around it. Oh Lynn…my knees got weak, I got hot flashes and pushed my vagina to his finger. I felt his hardon against my butt cheeks. I reached around and pulled his hips tight to my butt cheeks. Oh god Lynn…his finger was massaging my clit now, right in the living room, where anyone walking or even driving by might see us! I finally whispered to him: (“It’s mom’s turn, son.”) I turned around and un zipped his pants. I reached in and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. (gasp)…my heart was beating fast as I felt his big warm dick. I carefully pulled out his dick, and started stroking it. My back was to the windows, but he had my skirt pulled up and had pulled my panties down some. The risk was so intense, I felt my vagina start to seeping more juices. I couldn’t think…did I lock that door?….I didn’t know for sure…his finger on my clit was causing my brain not to work…all I knew was I wanted to orgasm so bad and now. He knew it too, and started rubbing my clit firmer and firmer while squeezing my tits. I cupped one hand over the head of his dick…I was going to make him cum big and I wanted to catch it all in my hand. It all happen so fast. I felt my orgasm building up and up and I tried not moan loud but I just couldn’t and let out a “ Oh Baby…Yes!!!!”…and my knees buckled as I had a glorious orgasm just as he shot hot cum in my hand. He filled it up so fast, I had to rub some on my vagina to keep it from spilling out on the floor. He kissed me and told me what a beautiful mom I was and that I was the best mom in the whole world. My head was spinning as I kissed him back and let my tongue do the talking. We were both so weak but managed to keep standing. We straightened up, I just left his cum on my pubic hair, and pulled my panties up over it. We sat down and panted as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
The door opened.
I forgot to lock it! My husband came carrying some stuff and just said: “Hi folks,” and didn’t even hardly notice us. I spent the rest of the day with my sons cum in my pubic hair so I could sneak a feel with my fingers and a taste and smell if I was careful too.”
Lynn was breathing hard and rubbing her vagina. Her fingers dug into my leg as her hips squirmed. I was really hot too, watching her and feeling my own vagina and feeling her hot leg. I don’t know where I got the courage to say this, but I nervously whispered to her: (“did you (gasp) need some help reaching your climax, Lynn?” )…She moaned and whispered back: (“..if you’ll do me,…(gasp)…I’ll do you Julie.” )
We had never done that before. We had the best and most wonderful night we‘d ever had….with our ‘private time’.
The next night we got to be alone again. We got naked with a low light, while she told of her and her daughters latest encounter. This time we had taken us to the next step. We had whispered about doing ‘a little more’ between us. Our trembling hands ventured out to our desires.
I had my hand resting on her pubic hair and she had hers on mine. We very slowly started fingered each other as she told her story. Our fingers trembled with the new pleasure. My heart was beating with excitement. Lynn rolled toward me, and rested her face on my tit as she talked. Soon her leg slowly moved over mine. I was so excited, I know she felt the wetness in my vagina as she eased her fingers slowly in it. I know I sure did in hers, as my fingers were so wet as I massaged her big clit. (She had big one too, and I loved playing with it, making her gasp.) We loved the way we told our stories in our new positions. We had new urges and they were very taboo and very exciting. We kept them totally secret and private. It was getting so we liked feeling each other as much as we did our own kids and we both knew it. We both secretly wanted to do more each time.
Lynn had another story……
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“Well, Julie….(big breath)….last weekend my husband and my daughters boyfriend went on a overnight fishing trip. We had the whole house to ourselves all night. We both got hot when we found out. The minute they left, my daughter and I headed to have a private shower. Oh Julie, her tits are bigger now, I loved to get behind her and feel them in the warm soapy water. She reached back and rubbed my vagina so good. Something was driving us to get closer and do more. We had never had ‘girl sex’ but she was leading the way. I didn’t resist at all Julie …I couldn’t …I was weak and felt it was going to happen…..Then she whispered in my ear:
(“mom…let’s ‘do us‘…ok?, please?”) …then she kissed me, long and so wet. I froze as I felt her tongue slip slightly in my mouth. I was kinda in shock but the jolt in my vagina was awesome! We had never kissed like that, ever before.
I whispered, out of breath: (“Oh my (gasp)….my little girl is growing up and wants to do more now?”)
(I didn’t quite know what ‘do us’ meant.) She said that she likes guys and sometimes girls to play with. We had never done ‘do us‘, but I was game as I loved feeling her body. We felt us in the warm soapy water and she showed me how she liked to have me massage her little clit, as she did mine. This was new for us and we got real hot and out of breath. I got weak as she rubbed my clit so fast I…..I…well…I orgasmed right in the shower.
I just couldn’t help it Julie! She held me close and tight. She kissed my neck and rubbed her own clit fast and then….shivered and moaned:…(“….ohhhhh mom!,…. I want you in bed so bad.”)….I got a tingle shock in my vagina!
Julie, it was so naughty and so taboo but so exciting, We held our wet soapy butt cheeks and I started rubbing her clit fast….then, she moaned so long and shuddered as we parted our legs and pressed and ground our soapy clits together.
Julie….mom’s and daughter’s making each other orgasm was so risky if anyone ever found out…I got so hot as she washed me slowly to cool me down. I wanted this wonderful shower to last and last. We finally got out, so weak, dried off and got into bed and just felt each others naked body’s for a long time.
Julie, she’s was just like me and loves the feel a female body on her hands and fingers.
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Feeling Lynn’s hot body against mine was reminding me of a time when my son crawled in bed with me. I started telling her this story. I pulled Lynn close to me as we felt each others body’s. Our fingers doing our thing.
“Lynn, I’ve got a story about when my son crawled in bed with me one time.” She said: “Oh good!,…. but I need to orgasm real bad, will you help me after words?” I said: “Of course, I whispered: (we’ll do a cross masturbation after words)…Ok?” She squeezed my vagina and said: “Ok!!!” We had talked about masturbating each other and how…‘someday’ we ‘might’ try it.
“ Well Lynn, my husband had just left for work. My son knew I was alone in bed. He was about 13 then, and no school that day. I took advantage when he got under the covers in my bed and rolled him on top of me. Oh Lynn….he felt so good on me in only his little boxers. I felt his back and legs and soon his growing boner started pressing against my vagina. He said he had a really hot dream. He didn’t say who the girl was, but did say she was older, about my age. I asked him if he had a ’wet’ dream about this girl. He said no, he woke up before they could have sex. I knew ‘this’ mom could make him cum big, so took more advantage. I ask him to describe the girl. Lynn, he described me in every detail. I said:…“Awww that’s to bad you woke up before you two could have hot sex.” I pulled the covers up over us and said why don’t you put your boner between my legs and we’ll pretend I’m that girl. He sleepily reached down and pulled out his boner and put it between my legs. I had my panties on and I felt his warm boner against my inner legs and vagina. I clamped my legs together tight and rubbed his body wildly. He started pumping me and breathing heavy. I took his hands and put them on my tits. I started whispering in his ear: (….”..oh yes baby…oh hell yes…cum in me… oh jeeez you feel so good in me!…fuck me baby…take me…take it home baby…Oh….OH….OH!…..EEEEYES!.. I felt him explode between my legs as he moaned ..”Oh…OH… MOM!”…
(mom?)…I knew he was having a dream about me!, and his slip of the tongue verified it. He flooded my legs and soaked my panties outside my vagina. He collapsed on me as I rubbed his smooth body over and over as his boner just kept pulsating the last of his cum out between my legs.
Ok, I admit it, I orgasmed when his hot cum shot out and I felt it on my vagina. Lynn, it was the closest ever, to him having sex with me. It was so wonderful, I’ll never forget it…ever.
Lynn was straining for me to finger her faster, and I was so ready for her to do the same. I turned so we faced each other and we fingered each other and bucked our hips together. She grabbed my fingers and speeded them up in her vagina. My thumb rubbed across her clit as she felt my G spot in my vagina. It started…. we took short gasping breaths…and here it came…our first dual climax, as it jolted us and peaked! I almost cried as we moaned and squirmed out of control, we both moaned…“YES BABY YES!!!yesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!!!, and shook hard!
…We held each others hand that was in our vaginas and guided it in and out to where the peek feeling was. We were so spent we slowly just let the pulses have their way and felt the spasms prevail.
We kinda passed out for a while. Then later, still moaning and holding each other we drifted to sleep.
Her daughter and my son came over the next day, they just happened to arrive at the same time. Lynn and I ended up in the kitchen talking. I looked around the corner at my son, and he and her daughter were sitting close and talking. Soon his arm went up on the back of the couch and she scooted closer. (“Lynn,” I whispered, “come look.”)…she looked and started to grin. Her daughter came in and said she had been playing tennis and could she take a quick shower. I said ’Sure, go right ahead.’ We continued to talk and then I noticed my son was gone. We listened quietly. I tip toed to the bathroom door. I heard them giggling quietly. I motioned for Lynn to come listen…we both grinned and quietly tip toed away.
We sat in the kitchen and talked. Soon her daughter came in smiling with her wet hair. A few minutes later my son came in…wet hair.
Lynn whispered: (“Look as his wet hair Julie!….do you think they took a shower together???”)
Her daughter had to go somewhere and my son walked her to her car. He leaned his elbows on her window sill, as they talked, and we watched. He looked around and gave her a long hot kiss. We giggled and wondered what was going to become of this. We talked quietly. “Julie, if they compare notes….oh my god! Their two moms are ‘feelers‘ and they both love it, and we both know they like to feel and touch us also.
I wonder of our ‘little secret’ will come out when they talk? We better have a talk with them and let them know it’s ‘ok’, to share our secret with only them.”
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*Julie and Lynn were to late. Jen, Lynn’s daughter, and Ken, Julie’s son had already talked and shared with them only, the ‘little secret’. Ken told his mom Julie later in private, Jen ask him if his mom, like hers, well….a….sort of…..a…..feel him extra good. Ken said hell yes and I like it. Jen said ‘oh my god!’ I love it when my mom feels me too! Secret out, but only with the two of them. Then the feeling and touching urge between the two of them skyrocketed. This happened while they sat on the couch. They planned their first ‘feel up’ in the shower. Ken told his mom Julie, “Finally a girl who like to be felt up all the time! She likes to feel me up too. We went crazy in the bathroom, we took each others clothes off in a flash. Feeling us up all the way. Then….well that’s all I’m going to say for now, mom. Julie smiled and felt his big boner and said: “You don’t need to say anymore son. Jen and Lynn are the only ones we can ever share our ’little secret’ with. When the time comes, I’ll tell you what Lynn and I talk bout in private.” “Mom, I had no idea that Jen and Lynn were ’feelers’ like us.” Ken felt his mom’s tits and kissed her neck and said: “I think were all gonna like what’s coming ahead.” He felt his mom’s ass as she pulled him in tight to her pussy and whispered in his ear: (“Oh baby, (gasp) I know we will“………)
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