AUTHOR	Oediplex
DATE ADDED	25th January 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL	oediplex@hotmail.com
STORY CODES	MF/m-teen, bi, family, inc, reluc

Frank and Gail Turner were discussed their son's
need for sex education. Several days had gone by
since Gail had caught Billy looking at one of his
father's adult magazines.

"The time is right, he's almost fourteen." said
Billy's father.

"I guess your right. Does he know about sex
yet?" Billy's mom asked.

Frank and Gail Turner were discussing their son's
need for sex education. A pair of former hippies
they had met at Woodstock and fallen in love.
They married even before they had finished college
and their passion for each only grew stronger, as
the years had gone by. Billy was born a couple
of years after they had settled in a nice suburb of
New York City where Frank worked at an
advertising agency.

Several days had gone by since Gail had caught Billy
looking at one of his father's adult magazines.
Frank and Gail kept their love life fresh with new
ideas and experimentation. They allowed each other's
fantasies to be explored and role-played without
judgment and demeaning criticism. They were turned
on by the other partner's turn-on. So their sex was
some times a bit kinky, but it was with each other.
They kept the things that worked and moved on when
other stuff did not.

Billy had come across one of the booklets with both
pictures and a variety of stories. Gail wasn't
sure if he read any of the material, but she was
sure that he had looked at all the very graphic
pictures. She hadn't freaked out when she found
the publication while making Billy's bed. She
informed him that when he got home from school
that she considered it unsuitable material for a
youth of his age and that it was confiscated.

Now Gail and Frank talked the situation over and
tried to decide how they should handle the matter.
"I'm not certain what he's learned in school. His
friends must have talked about it. He can't be so
innocent in this day and age. I want to make sure
he doesn't have any wrong ideas and misconceptions
about sex, of doing it with love."

"Your right." Gail responded, "How should we
approach it though?"

"Well why don't we have a discussion with him after
dinner?"

"Good idea. And let's be totally up front with him
and answer all his questions, no matter what, okay?"

"That's smart. Then that's what we'll do." Frank
closed the discussion with a deep French kiss.

Later that evening.

As Gail was taking the desert dishes away, Frank
leaned over toward Billy and said, "Son you mom
and I want to have a talk with you about something."

"Am I in trouble about the magazine dad?" Billy's
voice quavered a little.

"Well, it's sort of about that, but you're not going
to be punished. Relax, go put your pajamas on and
come to the living room in a half an hour." said
Frank reassuringly.

Thirty minutes later Billy went to the living room.
The easy chair was pulled up close to the couch
where his folks sat. Obviously that is where they
meant for him to sit. His mom was in a light cotton
robe and his dad only had his boxer shorts on, it
was typical evening attire in their casual household.
Billy went and sat in front of them, slightly nervous,
even though his father had said that they were just
going to talk.

"Billy, your mom and I just want make sure that you
don't have any odd ideas about sex and that you
understand that the best sex is with someone you love.
Do you know much about sex?"

"Some," Billy frowned, "They had some Sex Ed in
Health class, but it was just pictures of the insides
of people. It was about as exciting as looking at the
plumbing under the kitchen sink." His mom chuckled
at that remark. "That's why I sneaked the dirty
magazine, so I could see what real women looked like,"
he continued.

"We understand about your curiosity," comforted his
mother. "But Sweetie, that kind of magazine has
things you might have trouble comprehending.
And sex and nudity isn't dirty, but it is generally
very private. We are going to answer all your
questions about sex this evening, but it must be
private in our family and not be told out of the
house about what we do tonight. You can talk a
bout sex with your friends, but you would be breaking
our personal privacy to talk about what ever happens
in our home. All right?"

"No problem, mom, I get it. Can I really ask any-
thing and you'll tell me?"

"Tonight, we are going to be completely open with
you and we want you to be the same with us. Go
ahead and ask us what you want." Frank affirmed
his and Gail's willingness to be fully above-board.

"Ahh..." Billy took a deep breath, "I know about
eggs and sperm and how a baby grows inside its
mommy. They gave taught us all that in school.
But I don't know too much about making out and
fucking?"

"Say sexual intercourse, dear." said his mother,
at her son's vernacular.

"Gail we say fucking when we make love, and tonight
is an intimate evening with Billy. Let's use real
language for our talk."

Gail indicated her acceptance with her expression
and a nod.

"Can I see you naked, Mom?"

Gail started to protest and looked at he husband.
"Gail, we ought to be open for this. It will just
be for tonight, only. You understand, Billy?
Just this once, and I'll pick up a girlie nudie
magazine for you, son, so you don't need to rely
on your mother to study the female anatomy. Go
ahead Gail take off your robe. In fact, I'll shuck
my shorts and Billy, you take off your pajamas too.
Then your mother won't feel so embarrassed."

Frank stood up and led the way by dropping his
drawers and flipped them out of the way with his
foot. Billy pulled off the top of his PJs and raised
his rear to slide his bottoms off. He took his night-
clothes and tossed them over by his dad's skivvies.
Gail seeing that she had no choice in the matter
undid her robe and let it fall behind her back she
opened the material on her lap, so that she was
left sitting on her robe totally exposed to her
husband and young son except for the pink panties
she was wearing. She had not expected the night
to take this sort of turn.

"Panties too, Babe." prompted her spouse. She
leaned back with her shoulders on the couch and
raised her hips. She could see the eyes of her son
go wide open as she pealed her undies, revealing
her furry triangle and the rosy slit between her
thighs. It seemed odd to be stripping in front of
her son. But part of it was a sort of an exhib-
itionist kick that she had a little of in her, and
that part made it erotic. She felt a tingle of
sexual excitement. She could see that Billy had
a nice erection as he sat in awe of her display.

She got the panties to her knees and sat back down.
But then, in naughty girl fashion, she raised each leg
separately to take them all the way off, thus
exposing her sex to the ogling eyes of the boy.
She smiled and held them on her index finger.
Giving the pink apparel several twirls she let it go
so that it flew right into her child's startled face.
She laugh and that broke the tension of the moment.
They all giggled and Billy tossed her garment to the
discard pile.

"Your beautiful, mom!" Billy exclaimed.

Yes, Honey, you are really a gorgeous, sexy
creature." said Frank.

"Thank you both." Gail nodded to her son and turned
to look at her husband, whom she saw also had a stiff
one.

"Now Billy," said his dad, "you said you wanted to
learn about making out. Well, grown-ups call
petting, foreplay. It helps to get the couple
aroused and eager to . . . fuck. There are erogenous
zone on a person's body, places that are pleasurable
to have touched. Obviously, you know a guy's cock
is one of a man's places. Women have all kinds of
spots, which turn them on. Places like the back of the
neck," Frank put his hand on Gail's nape, "when
caressed softly or kissed can be very stimulating."

Gail responded to his touch involuntarily, but as if
on cue. Her nipples harden and began to become
erect. She detected a hint of dampness in her crotch.
"I'm sure you know that the breasts and nipples are
very sensitive," Frank continued and that getting to
second base is a big step from kissing, even
French kissing."

"I never French kissed a girl before. Could I
French you, mom?" Billy piped up.

Gail thought for a short second. "Sure, sit by me
and I'll show you how." Her son moved to her left
side. Now she was flanked by both her men. Billy
looked into her face with a huge smile on his. She
turned to him and took his head in her hands. She
kissed his lips with a soft tender kiss of the romantic
regular sort, then slid her tongue between his lips to
find his and wiggled the lingual digit. Billy found
the sensation a bit odd at first but then decided it
was fun and played dancing tongues with his mom.
He extended his into her mouth and they swapped
spit for a bit longer.

Frank tapped on her shoulder. "Me too," he said
and she broke off with Billy to deep kissed with
him as well. After a few minutes of watching his
parents, Billy tapped on her shoulder and Gail
switched again. This went on until the three were
breathing hard and they gasping. Frank got his son
attention by placing his right hand on Gail's right tit,
which was closest to him. He started to gently
grope her. Billy followed suit. Gail was going to
object but she decided that it was better that the
youth learn how to handle a woman, than to grab
a poor girl's boobs without realizing how tender
an organ they were.

So son and father fondled the mother's breasts and
Gail leaned back to enjoy the attention. "Let's give
your mom a treat she's never had" said Frank, and
he put his mouth on her left nipple and suckled
delicately. Billy copied his dad's actions but
with a bit too much suction.

"Gently; gently, Darling." Gail cautioned her son
placing her hand on his hair and then stroked his
head as he lightened to a nibbling tickle. Mean-
while, her other hand reached down and found
her husband's hard-on. She stroked Frank's cock
and her son's scalp in rhythm. Then her left hand ]
sought Billy's dick and she jack off both as they ]
did double delight to her ta-tas. She was wet now!
She remembered the erotic sensation when she had ]
nursed Billy as a baby and Frank went down on her
at the same time. It was a wonder she didn't
smother the infant!

Frank reached out for his son's right hand and
brought it down to between Gail's thighs and
guided it back and forth until the kid began to
massage the leg. Then he did likewise on the
opposite, knowing how much it turned his wife on.
Gail groaned her growing passion from the duo's
pampering. Her limbs spread, knees falling apart.
Billy paused for a moment and looked down from t
he saliva-coated nipple. He saw his father's fingers
run up high on her thigh then tease the red gash of
his mother's pussy.

When Frank's arm retreated Billy made the same type
of move and felt the wet soft flesh part as his fingers
slid along the mystery place of womanhood. Gail
decided that this was a bit too far and caught his
forearm. But then Frank stroked her split and clit
and she lost the power to hold on the he son's wrist.
Billy's fingers joined his father's as they rummaged
around the labia. The duel diddling was putting her
close to the edge of orgasm. But before that
happened, Frank moved.

"Now I want to show you one of the favorite things
girls like, Billy. Here, help me move the chair back."
Frank said as he pulled his son from Gail. They
lifted the big chair between them back to its usual
spot. Then he spread her legs. "See this is the clit."
Billy crouched by his dad as Frank pointed to the
bright pink nubbin that stood out on her mound.
"And this is the opening to the vagina." He slid a
finger in and then withdrew it. Billy again followed
his dad's example discovering the hollow haven,
the weeping grotto of his mother's hole. Billy was
struck by the heat and slipperiness and the enchant-
ing soft little cave his finger was spelunking.

Gail wondered how far Frank was going to let Billy go.
This was bordering on incest, not just a field trip of
sexual education. She decided to draw the line at
this touch. Before she could find the words to
disengage her son's explorations and any deeper
delving in her inner self, Frank spoke again. "Okay,
Billy now watch, but this you don't get to do."
With that said, which relieved her of the burden to set
limits without having Billy feel rejected by her. Frank
knelt between her feet and went down on her.

Billy had been having an awesome evening making out
... petting... foreplaying with his mother at
his father's instructive direction. He knew what
going down was but only in theory. He sat next to
his mother again and observed how his father's tongue
went up, down, sides to side in the cleft and round
the button of love. He realized that his dad was
thrusting his oral appendage into the opening of his
mom's cunt too.

Gail could hardly think in the onslaught of pleasure,
but she managed to once again grasp her son's prick.
The tip was oozing pre-cum copiously and she used
her thumb to smear the lubricant around the helmeted
shaped head. Billy played with her nearest nipple and
never took his eyes off the spectacle at the juncture
of Gail's legs. Gail could feel the orgasm rising in
her again, close, closer. Abruptly, Frank stopped
and raised his head and asked, "Let Billy taste what
a woman's pussy is like! Come here Billy get between
you mom's knees."

They switched places, not noticing Gail's feeble head
shake and whispered, "no, no." She was too weakened
by the intense passion and tension of being on the
brink of an orgasm, to stop the oral assault by her
son at her husband's urging. She rationalized the at
least Billy would not have to force any girls to do
something they were unprepared to do, in order to
find out what pussy tasted like. Then she realized
that was just what he was doing with her.

But not of his own accord. They had started this.
She and Frank had agreed to teach him about sex.
She had never thought that it would lead from
teaching about having sex, to Billy's participation.
He had learned well by watching his dad do cunnilingus
on her, she had to admit. She could feel the coming
cum. This was incest. They had crossed the line no
doubt of that. What would be the . . . "OH! Yes!
Honey just like that!!" Gail cried out her thoughts
interrupted by a perfect set of maneuvers repeated
by her son. Almost there, almost there...

Billy love going down on his mom. The slidey-slippery
flesh tasted slightly pungent and unique, a delicious
dish of the very place of femininity. It was so much
fun to play with, even better than Frenching. He
kept his eyes open to see a vagina from as close
as you could get. To study the little rosy pill that
was a clitoris. To see how far one might see into
the depths of where a penis penetrated. He discovered
the delight of driving a female to ecstasy; to hear her
moans of pleasure and gasps at his fluttering tongue,
to be the one which drove her wild and made her
totally wanton.

Frank touched himself, watching the amazing site of
his son giving head to his wife. It was better that
any porno movie. It was live action with the smell
added to sight and sound. The fact that it was his
kid and spouse reminded him of his own Oedipal
feelings he had as a teen, with the hots for his own
mom. His wife's over riding passion, which had
overcome her reluctance, to participate was an
incredible turn on. He couldn't believe how hard
he was. Suddenly, he was overcome with cunt lust.
He had to fuck this beautiful woman before him.

Billy found himself pulled back unrepentantly.
"Get low and watch!" his fathered grunted as he
straddled the boy. Billy knew it was going to
happen right then. He would get to watch the
ultimate sexual act. He scooted back so his father
had access to his mother's pussy.

Gail was diverted a third time from the pinnacle
of cumming. Momentary, confusion gave way to
happy eagerness as she opened her eyes and saw
her husband's meat club about to fill her needy
emptiness. She nodded her agreement that it was
time. No thought of the fact that they were doing
in from of their son crossed her mind. Her cock
lust consumed her too.

With his first thrust into her, the long awaited
release began. As he sawed in and out, in a ravaging
rampage of pumping meat, she screamed her climax,
as the flood of her cream washed out and the shudders
of intense contractions cascaded head to toe. Then
after-shocks and ripples continued. She gained her
wits and Gail felt such love for her man as he pounded
in and withdrew, to pummel her pussy again and again.
She knew what would be the special treat for him,
something he had never had, but was ripe and ready
for. She couldn't easily reach there but Billy could!

Gail called to her son. She couldn't see him, but
knew he was between their legs. At first, Billy was
so engrossed by what he was watching that he didn't
hear his mother. He wanted to memorize the
mesmerizing display that played out in most graphic
detail, the connection of male and female. The
entrance to the hole, which he had put his small
finger into, now expanded as his dad's eight inch
member plowed into it. The lips, which had curtained
the mystery, seemed to thin to next to nothing as
they encircled the girth of cock.

His mother suddenly, after only a few moments of
taking his dad's dick oozed a white froth as if a
dairy churn were too full. Still the motion con-
tinued. This was sex; this was it, the act the
penetration. His father's hairy balls bounced
against his mother's asshole and seemed to be the
very essence of manly power. Then he did hear his
mother calling. "Billy, do you want to make daddy
really feel good? Billy do something for daddy,
stick your finger in his asshole and wiggle it!"

Billy thought that was a little gross, but at this
point he was willing to do anything to continue
to be involved with the evenings events of ever
broadening and deepening adventurous sex lessons.
He took his right index finger and did as his mother
had suggested. His digit penetrated the hairy
crinkle hole easier than he expected and with a
couple of strokes had buried in the full four inches.

He wiggled it for a moment, and then began to finger
fuck his dad's anus. In response his father let out
heavy grunts and oddly high pitched moans and began
to screw his mom in overdrive. With a great guttural
cry the older male began a huge, trembling orgasm.
He locked the finger in with his sphincter and seem
to try to get even his jumping balls deep into his
wife's' cunt as he came.

Then Billy's mom also had a little climax. She had
not been ready for the sudden blast from her hubby,
but the combination of hot white semen gushing in
her depths and all the other erotic factors, including
her son's participation, took her over the edge
. She has happy that they were able to give Frank
something her husband had always wanted to feel;
being penetrated in the rear and his prostrate gland
stimulated while he fucked her. Now he had his wish
come true and a with big cum too.

Frank rolled over away from his wife, almost
knocking Billy over with his leg. His breath came in
great racks as sweat poured from every pore, a
dripping body with a drooping erection still with a
string of goo dangling from its tip. He flopped on
the end of the couch next to his wife. After a few
moments, he caught his breath and hoarsely whispered
his exhausted thanks to his kid. Gail reached over
to the end table and took some tissues from the box
and wiped Billy's dirty finger.

Then his father said the fatal words that Billy had
dared hoped might somehow be said that eve.
"Now Billy".

Gail turned and looked at her husband in a wide-eye,
startled expression. "That is really incest, not
education, Frank!"

"Both, but let him just put the tip in, to see how
a pussy feels, as a reward for doing what you asked
him to do.

'Fair is fair' thought Gail and she began to spread
her legs again. "Okay, Billy but just the tip, no
further, you understand?"

Billy nodded, too excited to speak. He scooched on
his knees up between his mother's thighs, with his
rock-hard raunch-rocket erect and ready.

Gail leaned back against the sofa and spread her legs,
giving Billy the most open and intimate look at a
pussy to date in his young life. A wreath of curly
damp hair surrounded it. The ruddy flesh was a raw
maw, which encircled a seeping bright pink portal of
womanhood. It presented the perfect target for the
youngster's dick, but there was a problem.

As Billy positioned himself, it was clear that while
he was nearly as big as his dad in the equipment
department, he was still a bit less in height, thus
his pole aligned a few inches too low. His father
caught on to the situation and grabbed a seat cushion
off the easy chair. Billy retreated to let Frank
lay the pad on the floor at his mother's feet. When
Billy advanced again this time his penis was in
perfect position to enter his mother's pussy.

Gail watch in wonder of the evening's events,
as her son's cock came closer and closer to their
tentative touch of genitals. The distance closed to
millimeters, then Billy hesitated. "It's okay, Baby,
come and put the tip in mommy, just the tip though,
no more." she said to her son.

Billy leaned forward so that the stiff spar of sex
just kissed the center of the Gail's mother-hole.
He could feel the warmth radiating. The underside
of the head of his dick, dripping with pre-cum now,
was slicked even more with the ooze from his mom's
cooze. As he pushed, the up-turned meat tube skidded
past the entrance and slid up her crack, nosing the
protruding pink pearl of Gail's clit. Both mother
and son moaned at the erotic sensation. Billy
wanted to arouse his mother to a peak.

It wasn't exactly a plan, but in the back of his mind
he reasoned that with enough stimulation his mom
might lose control and let him go all the way in,
once, maybe twice or three times if she was really
turned on. His manly muscle made long sweeps up
and down Gail's flesh-groove, from the low mush-pit
to the crinkly tuft at the top. He pressed hard as he
rubbed the slick length of his mom's special place.

Gail could tell how ripe she was and knew the two of
them were skating on thin ice. The shock of her son's
hard love-lance pressing on her hot-button was almost
beyond her ability to maintain self-discipline and not
succumb to her lust. She couldn't remember a more
erotic, and yet, quite frankly, a more romantic night
in her whole life. Not even her honeymoon, nor even
losing her virginity, was close to the hyper-aroused
state she was now in. Then it occurred to Gail that
her son was about to lose his virginity with her.

No, was that actually so? Was 'just the tip' doing
it? That wasn't fucking, not really, was it? He
still would be . . . well not innocent, but not fully
experience, still be her baby boy yet; even with
the level of intimacy they were about to share,
still her sweet child. At that moment Billy
stretched up to suck her right breast, as his cock
pressed into the soft entrance of her vagina it
reminded her that despite his youth, her baby boy
was well hung with a hunk of man-meat that would
be a pussy-pleaser to any woman he put it to.
She had, in her sub-conscious, a notion and curiosity
to see what it would be like to have her son all the
way in her. But in her motherly moral conscience,
she denied her hidden desire.

As he leaned over his nude mother to nibble on her
nipple, the tip of his tuber aligned perfectly with
his mom's entrance. It was well greased up by the
action of sawing at Gail's gash. She draws his head
up to kiss his lips, as the tip slips in. Their
tongues played together in her mouth, then his, as
the head of his penis popped into the ring that
marked the enclosure's true beginning. She could
feel the snug flesh of her vaginal opening encom-
passing the hot bulb, a spongy orb on a firm staff.
Billy closed his eyes as his first inch entered, the hot
- wet - slippery - tight - wonderfully intense tactile
sensation almost made him cum immediately.

He steeled his concentration to make the moment last.
Billy knew if he blew his wad now that would be the
end of the education and he might never get another
chance to put his dick in his mommy's cunt. Even as
he savored the very instant his penis penetrated a
pussy for the first time, his Dad, who had begun
growing a new erection at the sight of his wife being
entered by their child, was observing him. He began
to masturbate at the spectacle. "Go on, Billy," Frank
urged the teen, "pull out, then put it in again!"

"No!" Gail protested, but when Billy followed the
paternal advice, she was ignored and she felt her
son withdraw, not losing contact but keeping his
angle in the correct bearing. Then he once more
burrowed the blood engorged bulb into the haven
of his mother's hot hole. Gail, put her hands up to
his torso and made a weak effort to push him away.
"No ~ noo... that's all Baby, you had your taste
of paradise, take it out now, please. Please...
enough!"

But Billy could tell there was little will power
behind his mom's words and feeble attempt to fend
him off. To test that theory, he pushed another
fraction of an inch in. His mother pushed back at
his chest, but she also made a small movement with
her hips that allowed another smidgen of Billy's
bountiful babe-banger to slide deeper a bit more.
Gail gasp, as the action grew more dangerous. Billy
slowly backed out, Gail smiled until he stroked
forward again. This time the head - and shoulders
of his dick stretched the opening and gained a
foothold.

Gail moaned in both protest to the third entry and
from the passion that threatened to over take her
senses. "Frank, that's enough, no more, please,
before it's too late." Frank looked up from his
study of incestuous invasion, and shook his head.
"Honey, he hasn't cum yet, let him do it until he
climaxes, fair's fair, we've both had orgasms, now
it's Billy's turn. Gail saw the logic, but the
emotional conflict still held her in check (if only
by a thin thread) from the abandonment to the pure
joy of coupling with her son.

"Wait, Billy," Gail made one last desperate attempt
to stave off total incest with her son. "Let mommy
move, you just enjoy and cum when you need to."
She hugged him to her breasts, his face along side
hers, she could feel the hot panting next to her ear.
Billy could feel the soft pillows of his mother's
ample breast press against his chest. The dual
cushions floated him on a warm, smooth waterbed
of pure femininity.

She raised her hips slightly so he was situated with
the tip of his cock engulfed in the mouth of her
muff. She began to tilt her hips up and down just a
little, so that the super-sensitive knob of her
man-child disappeared and materialize as it dipped
and surfaced in that most special of baths. It was
close to real fucking Billy realized, and the
thought of screwing his mother began his balls
boiling. An urgency for his semen to bubble out
of the spout between his legs, which now sipped
at the well of paradise, grew in intensity.

He couldn't help himself, he began to move too.
The effect of the complimentary motion made the
penetration go a little deeper than Gail intended,
but she allowed it, in the effort to bring her son
off. It felt good for her too, too good. She moved
a bit more with the swing of her hips. In and out,
dip and withdraw, slip in / slide out, thrust and
retreat, down and up; their hips made the dainty
dance of sexual teasing a torment to both.

Now Billy was getting a little deeper each time.
From the first touch to the first dip. The head,
then the head and neck - shoulders - two inches in
now and four to go. Gail continued to moved, her
body began to dictate the tempo, her physical needs
to rule, her animal lust to reign above any reason,
her passion to block all doubts, her excitement to
burn in her gut, a fire that needed a heavy hosing
to quench the quim, to make her cunt cum. Frank
could tell that Gail was a goner and that his son
was going to get laid by his mother!

Billy sensed it was time to move to the completion
of the evening. He now began to not hold back.
cock went half way on the next push. Gail knew
she had lost the battle with her moral vestiges.
But still she made one last attempt to stem the
inevitable lovemaking with her boy. "Oh! No! Billy
don't do it, don't fuck mommy, its not right Baby,
Oh! Stop, no deeper, mommy can't take it, it feels
to good!" Billy plunged another inch in the next
stroke. "Nooo... don't! In a panic now, Gail
cried to her spouse. "Frank, it can't be, it mustn't
happen, it will ruin everything!"

Frank, in response, put his hand on the kid's hips and
pushed as Billy entered his mom once again. Billy
knew the ultimate moment of conquest was now, and
gave a big shove of hard cock into his mom. Gail
knew, when her husband provided permission for the
sinful sex to happen between her and her son, by
encouraging Billy to make full penetration of her
'holy of holies', that she was out numbered and out
gunned. She knew that her whole hole of hot hairy
horniness, that was the very center of Gail's being,
was to be fully filled with her son's handsome
member. She broke, the dam of morality collapsed,
her reserve flowed away as she made the sacrifice of
her final feminine mystique to her boy by fucking him.

Gail opened her cunt to her kid's sweet cock. She
made the swing of her hips a full arc; her thighs
spread as wide as she could make them and her heals
began to beat against Billy's butt as they got into
it completely. Billy felt his dad push him into his
mom. He understood this was the time, this was
the okay, this was the yes, this was the instant he
had dreamed of for so long. He felt himself slide
/ slither / snake to the root of his rod all the
way into his mother.

His pubic hair mashed and tangled with hers. He
held that socket tight for a long minute. Then he
shoved harder still, to cram every last millimeter
in. He felt a funny nubby place deep in her pussy.
Gail felt her son bottom out in her, the tip nudging
her womb. Could he / would he / what if he should
make her pregnant? Frank saw his boy's balls bounce
on his wife's ass and started to pound his own
meat stalk.

Then, the dam broke. Gail commenced to moan, like
when she was about to have an earth shaking cum.
Billy was banging away at his mom's pussy like he
might never get laid again. Frank could feel the
jism in his testicles about to blast. Billy reveled
in the ecstasy of sex at last, sex with his mother,
sex with his parents participating, permitting, enjoy-
ing one another and initiating him into the ultimate
intimate adult act.

He stretched to kiss with his mom. Then he turned
to his father and kissed him on the lips. His eyes
said all the thanks needed to his old man for wonder
of sex. SEX SEX SEX - he couldn't get enough of
going into his mom. He wondered if she would let
him give her a baby. Gail could tell her next orgasm
was on the rise. Her cum was riding on the brink of
release.

Then - then... then, they came. Billy suddenly
found himself over the edge, he battered his mommy's
middle with a raging erection that stretched the
skin so it seemed like it might split. His tip
bumped her womb, his pubic bone mashed her clit, his
nuts drummed her butt, his mouth kissed her cheek,
his arms were around her now in a fierce hug, his
chest was nipple to nipple with her breasts. Gail
let out her pre-cum wail, "Ahh! Yess! O! uhh...
now!"

Frank considered the possibility that Billy might
impregnate Gail. This was the thought in his mind
when his penis shot a stream of white cream onto the
fucking pair. Billy felt the explosion of his cock
in his mother's vagina, like his dick was a stick of
dynamite. The flow burst out, a geyser of goo right
into the very mouth of the womb that bore him; the
place his life and soul had formed in and which his
spirit and body had longer to return to, to return
to that avenue of love in this very special way, in
this spectacular act of reuniting mother and son!

Gail finally released the pent-up climax with her own
erotic creaming in synchronization with Billy's
spewing his potent poison into her burning center.
Her body arched, and her arches contracted, as the
spasms of orgasms shook her. She bucked up to pump
the last hardness of her son's erection into her
hungry hollow. She felt her pussy flutter, gush,
cum. Her brain flashed a lightening bolt of pleasure
through her nervous system. Her cunt clenched the
softening cock of her boy within her. It shrank and
dropped out, allowing the draining of their mixed
juices to drench the robe beneath her and even soak
through to the couch.

The three gasped and looked at each other, as the
sweat dripped from their happy faces. Their lust
wishes, subverted for so long were now out, open,
honest and undeniable. Billy leaned over and kissed
a deep French one with his mother. Then he even
Frenched his dad, in gratitude for allowing him to
not only learn about sex, but to fuck his own mom
in the process. Frank then also tongue kissed Gail
and asked, "Aren't you glad we did it?"

Gail nodded and smiled a naughty smile. "Yes Honey,
I am. I am now into incest entirely. It was the
best sex I ever had; being with the two men I love
the most. Now, tomorrow night, don't you think we
ought to continue the lessons for Billy, after all,
he needs to experience more positions, doggie, me on
top, behind me from the side, me on my tummy and him
on top. And maybe," Gail once more grasp the two
cocks, one in each hand, "if you're both real good
boys, we might do a double penetration!"

Frank winked at Billy, who could only smile back at
both his parents with a pussy-eating grin that
stayed on his face for a very long time.

 

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