Arrange these four words into an amusing mind-picture: orgy - mummies - incest - kids. Not too difficult, er?
OK, so now try and walk upstairs calmly, with those sorts of thoughts pounding through your brain. Yeah, a tad harder.
Good, now try and think through what you're going to say to my friend Lindsey when you get to the top of the stairs - she's had half an hour to get all saucy, entertaining my boy and her two sons with her trim small body and heavy D-cups.
I'd like to take them downstairs, to join sweet young Ellis and her mum. I'd like to watch some tender pre-teen boy-girl action. Well, OK, I don't want to just watch. But. And it's a really big but, I also don't want to blow it. If Lindsey has got down into some intimate kinky fun in a variety of boy-boy and boy-mummy combinations, I don't want to stomp in their with my Doc Martens and ruin the fun.
So getting to the top of the stairs is like reaching the summit of Everest without oxygen. I feel faint. I feel dirty. I feel hot. I feel wet. I feel nervous. Which is why you find me standing, topless, posed at the top of my stairs, listening hard into the silence for some clue as to what the fuck is going on up here.
But silence only tells you the absence of things: no cries of orgasm, no rapid fuck slaps of penetrating thigh hitting doggied botty, no mmmmm, no arghh, no ohhh. But listening closer, much closer ... finally whispers - Lindsey's cheeky high voice - talking slowly, carefully, constantly.
I gingerly peek through the crack of my slightly ajar study door. Lindsey sits at my PC, her back to me, wearing my pink tee-shirt. It's too long for her, but not busty enough. Her eldest, Dylan, sits nestled beside her, Lindsey's arm round his small bare shoulders. I can't see the other two.
Lindsey's voice has the meter of authority: storytelling mode.
"and John's dad took his son's pants down, so his mommy could see how big he was ..."
A mother reading to her child is just such a beautiful cherished moment, reaching out into her child's mind, and joining them in a tight bond, glued by the magic of a fantasy world.
"and mommy was soooo very pleased with John, she jiggled her tits ..."
Lindsey gave hers big D cups a playful jiggle and I could hear my Jack giggle.
"and ran her long slender fingers up the tall shaft of her son's big boner."
Lindsey turned and spied me at the door. She smiled, but turned back and ploughed on with reading. My Jack and Lindsey's little Finbar were sat naked on the floor in front of Lindsey, listening with little boy's flapping ears, looking up into the neat fan of jet black pubic hair between Lindsey's short legs, and jerking each other's sniff willies off together.
I waited patiently ... not a core skill. The story climaxed with mummy getting a good facial.
"I think Emily has something she'd like to show you" Lindsey concluded.
I led my little troop downstairs and back into the sunshine. The boys stiff cocks flapped like mini-elephant trunks glued to the wrong part of the autonomy.
It was a joy to watch them in their unselfconscious nakedness. As was sunshine that broke across Cheryl's face as we entered the back garden.
Cheryl and her daughter were cuddling on one of the sunloungers Cheryl half laying on top of Ellis, her tongue searching inside her daughter's mouth, her tittie dangling into the palm of Ellis' softly pinching hand.
Lindsey plonked Dylan next to Ellis.
The nine-year-old boy and eleven-year-old girl eyed each other wearily.
Ellis topless, her small tight pointy tits making tiny judders with the slightest move, glanced down with a certain distain at Dylan's hard four inch cock. Dylan naked in the afternoon sun, also looked down on to the purple head bugling firmly back up at him. He moved his weight from one buttock to the other, and then back again.
For moment the two pre-teens sat motionless: not speaking, not touching, not acknowledging the other's presence, but both very uncomfortably aware of the weight of expectation from the three grinning mummies.
Till Cheryl brushed passed Lindsey, murmuring, "if we leave it to these two we'll be here until puberty before they got it on together", and kneeling down in front of Dylan, her head lowered down into his lap, covered the head of his cock with her hot wet lips, and began to bob her head up and down, sucking firmly on the young boy's stiff cock. Dylan tightened his whole body as the intense pleasure flooded up across his whole body.
The whole party watched mummy Cheryl giving Dylan a vigorous blowjob, then I felt a slight tug, and looked down to see my naked son looking back up at me with big soulful eyes and a sniff little cock in his hand. I too knelt down in front of my son, and gently took his hot hard boy cock into my mouth. Jack wrapped his small arms around my head as I sucked firmly on his cock.
Beside me, Lindsey joined me on her knees, and took her youngest son's small penis into her mouth, and lovingly started to suck and nibble on his plump cock, as it grew longer and harder in her dribbling mouth.
Ellis sat on the sunlounger, part relieved that the spotlight had fallen away from her, part gooseberry, as she watched three mummies suck off three young boys. Of course, she'd suck and chewed on her father lots of times. But that was really hard work. His thingy was longer than her face. Its fat purple head filled her mouth till it choked. The heavy hairy sweaty balls didn't taste nice, and were usually hot and smelly. But watching these grown up women enjoying these small boy cocks seemed a very different thing - a much lighter confection, with there small hard willies and soft hairless empty scrotums.
Ellis relaxed back on to the sunlounger and studied the differing styles. Her own mother bobbed furiously back and forwards over Dylan's cock, greedy. Her medium length auburn hair swished about as her face danced over the tip of a oh-so-sensitive penis. And as her mother was nearly a blur of perpetual motion, Dylan was a statue frozen in wonderful pleasure.
Ellis watched Lindsey stay perfectly still, and eat her Finbar's cock as if it were the tenderest delicacy. Tugging at it, chewing on it, licking it around its swollen head, suck on it up and down. Finbar combed his fingers through his mummy's sleek black hair as he gazed down at her with an expression of rapt fondness.
And I was aware of Ellis watching me slowly flow over my son's erection, my extended tongue searching out every crevice and crinkle in the folds of Jack's foreskin, and round the firm little ball sack. Jack responded by slowly rocking his groin into my face. I gave Ellis a bright-eyed, mouth-filled broad grin that made her smile sweetly back.
I lead my son over to where Ellis was laying, and sat him down besides her, placing her small hand around the stem of Jack's saliva dripping cock. Ellis took a firm grip, and began to wank my son off, as he leant forward and took her small tit in his mouth just as he so often taken mine.
As they played nicely together, I slipped my hands up Ellis' short skirt, and with a bit of tugging, removed her wet panties. Opening her legs and pushing them back across her body, so that her feet were nestled by her ears, revealing the most tender ginger fluffed pussy and fat juvenile smooth pussy lips ... and though my intention was to get my son to mount this sweet young jewel, I found my faced pressed hard against this tasty cunt, the pointy tip of my tongue dipping into its hot, wet, inky hole.
Ellis' high girlie voiced rasped "oohhhh Em-er-ley" as my mouth chewed softly on Ellis' warm rubbery outer labia, making circling swirls with my tongue, till it winkled out Ells' citreous out from underneath its hood. I raised my face to find that I had an audience of mums and sons semi-circled around us. I reached out a hand to Dylan and lead him to kneel between Ellis' raised legs, and with eager fingers, helped guide his mum-stiffened nine-year-old cock into Ellis' eleven-year-old vagina.
Working to some sort of deep seated genetic instruction, Dylan started fucking Ellis. Pumping his hard four-inch cock into Ellis' greedy tight little hole.
Cheryl encouraged Ellis to fuck him back, to use her hips to dig Dylan's cock into her. As we all watched the young couple fucking (except for Lindsey and Finbar ... they were still lost in a slow mummy blowjob).
I swung a leg over Ellis's head, and lowered my pussy on to her mouth. She licked me to the same rhythm that Dylan fucked her.
Cheryl knelt by the side of her daughter and dipped her head on to her daughter's small tight wobbly chest. She worked each nipple in turn, licking and softly biting.
Jack took advantage of Cheryl's motherly rear end, whose vertical smile grinned up from her bent over body. Jack tried kneeling, but his small legs left his hard little cock too low to reach Cheryl's juiced up pussy. So he stood up, placed his hands on top of Cheryl's big buttocks, and leaned his body into hers, till his cock head pressed firmly against the rich-brown rose of Cheryl's wrinkled arsehole.
Cheryl's head popped up and round to look at Jack with some surprise. Jack stabbed his dry penis into Cheryl's dry arse ... without much effect.
I rubbed my fingers in my own Ellis-slobbered pussy, leaned forward, and lubricated my Jack's cock with my sticky fingers. I did the same again, but this time pushed it into the soft yielding hole of Cheryl's arse. I wiggled half a finger in her hole. It was hot. I removed my finger, and as Jack's cock took his mummy's finger's place, I ostentatiously licked it.
Cheryl grinned at me. Let out a small "oofff" as Jack's needle cock entered her arse, and returned her greedy mouth to feeding off her daughters modest chest.
It was all so exquisitely depraved. Mum sucking-off son. Boy fucking girl. Girl eating woman's pussy. Mum licking daughters titties (and circling the boy's cock with her fingers that was fucking her daughter's cunt), Boy arsefucking woman.
I was close to climaxing. Ellis's face gleamed with the wetness of my pussy. She'd made me so wet. I was loosing it, crying and gasping and pushing my pussy lips into her face as shivering waves of pleasure rocked me repeatedly.
In a moment I couldn't take it anymore. I leant back, raising my pussy off Ellis's hungry tongue ... despite her stretching out for it. Wild for oral stimulation herself, she carried on licking, but with me reaching back over her head, she could only reach my arse - so she licked that.
Her tongue probing my arse was completely unexpected. I was defenceless. Involuntarily, I pissed myself. A golden yellow spout of piss arched from my pussy and shot over the top of Cheryl titty feeding head - raining droplets on the back of it - and drumming against the small barrel chest of Dylan. Dylan screamed in surprise and pleasure. Cheryl poked her head up to see what was going on and was thwacked in the side of her face by the full splatter of my piss.
Cheryl struggled to cap her mouth over my piss streaming pussy. Her mouth quickly filled and excess ran down her chin to fall on her daughter's sweet fresh face. Ellis had to stop poking her tongue into my arse as she was drowning in my urine. She turned her face to one side to cough up my piss - made almost impossible by the climax she was experiencing from the dogged drilling of Dylan's small but sturdy cock.
I collapsed off Ellis's head, sliding to the ground, still pissing lightly. Cheryl, denied my pissing cunt, turned her head down to her daughter's cunt. She pushed her face into Dylan's groin, to try and get her tongue on his cock as it fucked Ellis's tight girl cunt.
Lindsey's hand reached down to help pull me up off the floor. Her face and chest were sprinkled with tiny droplets of her little boy's pre-cum and her salvia smeared from his wet cock. Together we watched the sticky mess of Cheryl, her daughter, Lindsey's oldest and my special little boy all fucking.
Ellis was cuming again. She was hurting; my piss had made Dylan's cock rub her raw. She was pleading with him to stop, but couldn't help cuming with a raw cunt agonised climax. Dylan pulled his stout cock out of Ellis's pussy, and pushed it into Cheryl's mouth.
Cheryl launched her body into worshipping the lad's boyish manhood. My Jack's cock popped out of Cheryl's arse as she lurched forward. He stood a little at a loss for a moment. But Lindsey and I, sat on the floor with our backs against the glass of the Conservatory, waved him to us.
Jack walked over to us, and stood with his proud cock between us. My best friend and I leaned forward to lick clean my son's shitty cock.
I sucked my son while Lindsey sucked Jack's tight little balls. Out the corner of my eye, I watched Dylan pumping himself into Cheryl's mouth, his swollen pink cock trapped between her maroon lipstick lips.
Lindsey, her neck uncomfy from twisting it to suck Jack's balls, stood and stretched. She looked at me sucking my son off for a moment, grinning. She bent her legs slightly; pulled open her hairy cunt lips, and ... nothing ... I sucked Jack even more determinedly. Jack patted the top of my head and grinned up at Lindsey. And Lindsey stood in full standing-up piss pose ... with nothing happening!
Cheryl came and stood next to Lindsey, her daughter tucked under her arm. Dylan came and stood the other side of his mummy. Only Finbar sat off to one side. The others all watched me suck off Jack and Lindsey not pee.
Cheryl adopted to same pose, bent legs, pussy lips held open by firm fingers on either side. Except that Cheryl started pissing almost immediately. Just a squirt at first, running down Jack's leg. Then another, loudly splashing into my left ear. And then a fountain, gushing out of her cunt like she'd never pissed in her life before.
I was drenched. My mouth filling with piss just as much as it filled with my son's cock. Eyes tight shut, I carried on sucking on my son's cock. The gush stopped as suddenly as it started ... but there was still a steady trickle drilling into the back of my head, running down my neck and washing the expanse of my bare back in hot piss.
I squinted through piss-strained eye lashes. It was Dylan. His cock in his hand, hosing my back with a pale watery stream of boy urine.
As I watched, Ellis took a step closer. She didn't hold her pussy lips open, but her pussy was so close, her long thin ginger pubic hair brushed the side of my face. She began to relive herself. The pee sneaked out from between her closed lips at first - running down her legs. Then it shot out. I screwed my eyes shut, but despite being so close, her girlie piss missed me, but left her cunt lips at a funny angle and bathed my son's tummy in a shinny wash of strong smelling piss. I drank Ellis's piss off my son's cock.
I heard Lindsey groan and a final soft splash of hot piss washed over my head and face. I had to let go of my son's cock, for choking.
I fell back, spent ... thrilled.