Heather had been 16 when Chris was born. He was
conceived one night when she had got drunk and had sex,
both for the first time. Her parents had respected her
wish that she be allowed to give birth and raise the
baby boy. She had worked hard, both in school and in
her various after school jobs. It hadn't been easy but
now at the age of thirty-two, she had her own business
and was quite proud of her son.

Chris had his father's good looks and his
mother's intelligence. At least she liked to think so.
He played one sport after the other and always seemed
to be on his way to some sort of workout. As a result
Chris had a body that just wouldn't quit. Broad
shoulders and huge pecs drew down to a slim waist of
washboard abs. And when he wore shorts Heather couldn't
keep here eyes off his well muscled thighs and calves.

There was one thing though that bothered her
about her about her son. He seemed obsessed with play-
ing with himself. Even now, just a few minutes after
going to bed, she could hear the telltale noises from
his room. Heather tried to ignore the sounds of
squeaking bed springs, but she couldn't ignore the urge
to investigate. She swung her legs over the edge of her
bed and got up.

Heather opened the door to her room and walked
quietly down the hall. She saw a long shaft of light
coming from the partially opened door to Chris' room
and couldn't resist taking a peek.

The head of Chris' bed was near the door and she
carefully stretched her neck in order to look down the
length of the his well built young body but, darn it,
he was covered from feet to chest with a sheet. That
looked odd, she thought. It seemed as if Chris was
rubbing his stomach with a growing passion. Then he
suddenly threw back the sheet.

Heather had to stifle a gasp as she saw his man-
hood. No wonder it looked like he was rubbing his
stomach. The head of his young cock was laying above
his belly button. Heather was no tramp, but she had
seen a few cocks in her time, and the one on her son
was bigger than any she had ever seen or heard of. As
she watched his hand flash up and down the length of
his huge erection it suddenly erupted. A stream of
milky white cum streaked nearly to his shoulder.

It was followed by another and another until
there must have been a dozen strings of the sticky
liquid in the light hairs of his broad chest.

Heather had been entranced by the sight of her
son's orgasm, but now she came to herself and realized
that one of her hands had found its way to her own sex
and was rubbing it madly. She saw her son grab a
t-shirt to wipe the cum from his chest and figured that
he would soon be on his way to the bathroom, so as
quickly as her shaky legs permitted, she made her way
quietly back to her own bedroom.

Just as she reached her room Heather heard her
son coming down the hallway. She stepped into the sha-
dows of her room and turned. Chris made his way to the
bathroom, his softening but still enormous prick wob-
bling back and forth, leading the way. Heather care-
fully found her bed in the dark and very nearly fell on
it.As the vision of her son masturbating ran through
her mind, she tweaked her nipples and clit until her
own orgasm overtook her.

The next morning was a Saturday, Heather and
son's day to sleep in. It was also their custom to eat
a large pancake brunch. Heather had awakened late and
thrown a short robe over her nude body. She'd already
cooked a stack of pancakes when her son made his
appearance.

"Hi Mom," he said stretching enormously. He was
wearing a pair of shorts and a cut off t-shirt that
showed off his perfect abs. But Heather couldn't keep
her eyes from her son's shorts. She tried to figure out
where he could keep that huge cock. It couldn't be down
his shorts leg or above the waistband. His gym type
shorts were too small for that. She smiled and wondered
if she could find out.

"Sit down and eat...you can have the first
batch," Heather said, turning to get the plate of
pancakes. She placed the stack in front of her son,
being sure to bow quite low to let the front of her
robe fall open to his gaze. She glanced up to see his
eyes drinking in the sight of her breasts.

And there was plenty to see. Heather's breasts
were full and firm, and she was sure that her son had
taken a good look. She stepped back and leaned against
the kitchen counter, crossed her slim lovely legs,
picked up her coffee cup and stared into space above
her son's head, as if she was unaware that the bottom
half of her robe had fallen open revealing one leg
almost to her hip.

Her son was now hunched in his chair, eating the
cakes at a furious pace. He had one hand, not very
casually, in his lap.

Heather said, "Not so fast....Chris, what are
you going to do today?"

Around a mouth full of food, and with his eyes
locked on his mother's legs, Chris said, "Uhhhh......
we're going to play ball at Todd's house and then Cindy
and I are going to a movie....I'll be back early." He
stuffed the last bit of breakfast in his mouth, then
rising and turning away from his mother, both hands
covering his crotch, he said, "I've got to get ready,"
and almost ran from the room.

Damn, thought Heather, I think I gave my own son
an erection. She waited a full minute then went to
his room. She opened the door, saying "Chris I may be
gone awhile...I.. ." And just as she thought, Chris
stood there, shorts pulled down, his huge erection at
full attention, his hand stroking it. Heather felt a
surge of heat go through her breasts and between her
legs at the thought of turning her son on like that.

"Mom!" he cried, turning away.

Heather approached her son. "It's OK honey...I
know guys do that...sorry I barged in." She stepped
closer, and put her hand on her son's back, running her
hand up his back under his t-shirt. She leaned closer,
peering over his shoulder, and whispered "Go ahead...
sometimes I do it too." Her hot breath on her son's
neck had its desired effect. His hand started moving
again, and his slightly wilted cock was quickly back
to its full hardness.

Heather felt her knees getting weak. She stepped
back, laying heavily on Chris's bed. Heather couldn't
help herself. She opened her pussy lips with the
fingers of one hand and began to caress her stiff
little clit. Chris turned, pointing his pulsing rod at
his mother. As Heather watched, her son came with a
long squirt of cum. And he just kept on spurting. After
what she'd seen last night, she couldn't believe that
he had that much cum left in him. It squirted across
the room to fall in hot, white streams on her legs.

Chris's face was bright red, either from passion
or embarrassment as he ran from the room, cum still
drooling from his cock.

Heather rubbed her legs together sensuously,
working her son's semen into her skin. The stuff seemed
to generate it own heat that worked its way up her legs
to her crotch. As Heather felt her own orgasm pulse
through her body, she heard Chris start the shower.

Heather was in a daze. She couldn't believe what
had just happened. With her mind on cruise control she
cleaned up the mess that both she and her son had just
made and wandered back to her room to get dressed. By
the time she was ready to face the world Chris had
already left.

She spent the rest of the day at the mall. Her
mind wandered from her son, to her shopping, to her
son's cock and then back again. She was alternately
filled with shame and then lust. By the time she was
on her way back home she had resolved to just forget
what had happened.

As Heather pulled into her drive, she had to
stop short because of a car blocking her way. It was
Cindy's Mustang. She and Chris must be back from the
movie already, Heather thought. She walked inside
through the kitchen door instead of opening the garage
door as she usually did. As she walked across the
kitchen, Heather heard talking from the living room.
It was Cindy's voice. "Again? " she was saying. "You
haven't gone limp yet? What got you so turned on?"

Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing.
She tip toed down the hall to the door and peeked in
the living room. There was Cindy and Chris, completely
naked, on the living room couch. Cindy was a year older
than her son, and Heather had often wondered what drew
them together. After this sight there wasn't much
doubt. Cindy stood only about five feet tall. But she
had a perfectly proportioned figure, red hair that fell
almost to her waist, and the face of an angel.

Heather watched as Chris slumped down on the
couch and pulled the tiny girl, her back to his chest,
on top of him. Chris said, "Never mind what got me so
horny, just enjoy it." And with that he reached down
and grabbed his rock hard member and guided it into
Cindy's pussy. To Heater's amazement, it slid in
effortlessly with a sticky liquid sound. Heather slid
her hand down the front of her slacks and began to
caress her own pussy as she watched.

Cindy shifted her body slightly and turned her
head. She locked lips with Chris and Heather could see
that their tongues writhing about. Chris had one hand
on Cindy's tit, softly pinching and rolling the stiff
nipple. His other hand went to Cindy's clit and began
to finger it with a steady light stroke. And his cock!
His cock pumped in and out of her clutching, clinging
cunt in a steady rhythm with his fingers.

They stayed like that for a long moment, then
Cindy broke the kiss and grabbed Chris's muscular arms.
Her head was thrown back and a low, steady moan escaped
her lips. Heather ran a finger into her pussy as Cindy
began to orgasm.

Damn, thought Heather, she was cumming already.
Talk about being horny. As she watched Cindy's cum
fluids washed over the lower half of Chris's cock and
down his balls. Cindy's moans became louder and turned
into soft screams of delight. Heather could see the
muscles of Cindy's tummy ripple time and again as she
spasmed through one orgasm after anotherr. Minutes went
by and still he tirelessly drilled her.

Heather pulled her top out of her slacks and ran
a hand across her own flat stomach to begin to rub and
caress her breast. As Heather watched, Chris wrapped an
arm around Cindy and flipped their bodies over until he
was behind Cindy doggy style. Cindy had her face buried
in the cushions of the sofa, with her arms thrown out
to the sides. Chris put his hands on her hips and began
to pound his cock into the little girls cunt like a
well oiled machine. Then he looked up and locked eyes
with his mother.

Chris's eyes grew wide and large as he watched
his mother rock her hips in rhythm with her groping
fingers. He didn't stop his fucking motions though. He
was on the verge of another orgasm and watching his
mother finger herself only added to his excitement.

The feeling was mutual with Heather. She felt a
fresh surge of heat through her cunt as she watched
her son's slim hips slam his cock into Cindy's steamy
pussy. In only a few seconds she was shaking through
a cunt clenching orgasm. At nearly the same moment
Chris's head flew back and his face contorted as he
spent himself inside his girlfriend.

Heather stepped into the shadows of her kitchen
to put her clothes back in order, then she quietly
stepped outside and made her way back to her car.
Heather waited a few minutes and then tapped on the
Mustang's horn.

In another minute Cindy walked unsteadily out of
the house. As she walked to her car Heather could see
that the glimpse of white in Cindy's hand must be her
bra and perhaps the young girl's panties. Heather
backed out of the way and smiled as Cindy stalled her
own car several times trying to get out of the drive.
Chris must have worn her out, thought Heather.

When Heather got back in the house she heard the
shower running. By this time all her inhibitions had
vanished in a haze of passion. She threw off her
clothes and boldly walked into the bathroom. She threw
open the shower door and stepped in. Chris didn't
bother to cry out or even turn around. He just smiled
and said, "Hi, Mom, like the show?"

Heather didn't know if he meant the show with
Cindy or the one in front of her. Even soft, his cock
was an impressive sight. It arched away from his crotch
with the head seeming to dangle somewhere near his
knees as seen from above. Heather said, "You did put
on quite a show. Poor Cindy looked exhausted. It must
have taken you forever to cum." She reached out and
took the soap from his hand, then began to rub it
slowly across her son's chest. "A big difference from
the sudden explosion this morning. "

Chris had the grace to blush a bit. He said,
"Well...the more times I cum, then the longer it takes
for each one."

"I see," she said. "And just how many times did
you do it today?"

Chris took her hand and began to slide it lower
on his body. "Well, let's see, said Chris. "I did it
once before I got up this morning. And then the one you
saw. I did it again in the shower, You really turned me
on, Mom. And then, after the ball game, I did it with
Cindy in the shower at her house. Then we went to a
soft porn movie. Cindy couldn't keep her hands off me.
She jerked me off during the flick. Then we came back
here. By then it must have taken me two hours to cum
the last three times. "

Heather’s hand finally found itself caressing
Chris’s beautiful cock. When she had worked it into a
full pulsing hardness, Heather found that she couldn’t
begin to get her fingers around it. She lifted one leg
and propped it against the side of the shower. It took
some effort to pull his cock down to the level of her
cunt. It felt as if she were trying to stuff a hot,
slick billiard ball into place as she eased the head of
her son's cock into her pussy. "Don’t be in any big
hurry," Heather moaned as Chris began to slowly and
thoroughly fuck his mother.

Heather made her way home through the afternoon rush
hour traffic. As usual, her thoughts turned to her son,
Chris, and their plans for the evening. As a single
mother she'd had these thoughts countless times on a
countless number of drives home through the years. Did
Chris have ball practice, and was it her turn to drive?
What would they have for dinner? Had he finished his
homework, and did he have clean clothes for school
tomorrow?

Of course, Chris was in high school now and many of
those concerns had changed. Until a few months ago
though, she had never in her wildest dreams, thought
that she would be concerned with scheduling sex with
her son into her plans.

Heather shook her head with a smile and corrected
herself. It wasn't whether or not they would have sex,
but when and how many times.

Chris was not only handsome with a terrific body; he
was also hung like no other man Heather had ever seen.
In addition, he was darn near insatiable. There had
been many times when Chris had absolutely worn out his
older girlfriend, Cindy, and then after dinner and a
shower he'd hopped into Heather's bed.

She felt a deliciously naughty thrill charge through
her pussy. She knew that part of her arousal was due to
doing something so forbidden. But the other part was
that son or not, Chris could fill her pussy and make
her cum and cum.

She took a long shuddering breath. She couldn't afford
to get so turned on right now; she had things to do
before she could play. The traffic thinned as she
neared home and shortly she pulled into her garage.

"Chris?" she called out as she entered the house.

"In the den," his deep voice answered.

Heather dropped her purse and keys on the kitchen
counter and walked down a short hallway into the den.
Chris was seated in a large stuffed leather business
chair at the family computer with his back turned to
the door. As Heather walked into the room Chris
swiveled the chair about. He was wearing nothing but a
pair of bikini briefs, and his erect cock stuck out of
his underwear with its head resting on his washboard
abs.

"Hi Mom," he said as he stroked his cock, and grinned
like a little boy who had been caught doing something
naughty but cute.

Heather laughed and shook her head, "What's the matter?
Linda still hasn't given in to your charms?" Linda was
Chris' partner in a project for their history class. So
far they'd done all of the project's work at her home
and Linda had made it clear that the project was the
only thing that they were going to work on. In fact,
Chris had spent an hour with Linda after school that
day.

Chris gave his cock a squeeze and a drop of clear
precum flowed out of the slit in his cock head. "She's
so hot I stay hard the whole time I'm over there. And
no...we haven't even kissed." He held out his hand,
inviting his mother to come closer.

"Oh no you don't. I'm going to eat a quick dinner and
then go over to the school." Heather was going to
attend a meet and greet for parents and teachers, and
she knew that if Chris got his hands on her body she'd
never get there on time.

"Oh Mother," Chris complained. "My grades are OK."

"Yes, and I intend to keep them that way. If you're so
horny, why don't you call Cindy; she can come over
while I'm at your school." Cindy was his steady
girlfriend and Heather didn't mind sharing Chris with
her. Heather knew that she couldn't satisfy her son's
sexual appetite by herself.

Chris dropped his arm to his side and spun his chair
back to the computer. "No, she's all pissed with me
because I have to spend time with Linda."

Heather stepped up behind her son and rubbed the top of
his head through his thick blonde hair. "Oh dear, my
poor little boy can't get enough pussy," she said in
mock sympathy.

Chris threw up his hand and said, "That's OK, I'll just
find some nasty porn on the Internet and whack off." He
turned his hand to the keyboard and signed on with
their service provider. He used the screen name
'Superstud'.

"OK honey," said Heather matter-of-factly and left the
room. As she walked to her bedroom Heather thought, how
can I tell my son not to sate his lust with porn on the
net when we're having sex nearly every day? Of course,
she continued to herself, if we committed even more
incest then maybe he wouldn't need to look at the porn.
Now how ironic was that?

"Hey Mom," Chris shouted from the den. "Sure you don't
want to do the deed? Dad'n Daughter are on line.

Heather felt a fresh surge of hot blood that flooded
into her pussy and weakened her resolve. Last week,
during the few minutes it took him to recharge between
orgasms, Chris had logged onto the net and entered into
a chat room called Dad-does-Daughter. Before Heather
could stop him, Chris had struck up a conversation with
someone who was using the screen name Dad'n Daughter.
Heather had settled onto Chris' lap and stroked him
back to hardness while Dad typed up a storm about how
his daughter was sucking him off.

Heather had said, "Oh Chris, that's just some horny old
man playing with himself. I doubt that he even has a
daughter."

Chris had promptly typed in what Heather had said.

Dad had retorted that he and his daughter were for real
and he could prove it. Did they have a microphone
connected to their computer? When Chris answered in the
affirmative, Dad directed him to a site where they
could connect by audio. In a few minutes the voices of
Dad 'n Daughter were coming through the computer
speakers in Heather's den.

Heather came back to the present. "Are they doing it?"
she called out to Chris.

"Hot and fucking," he called back in a teasing voice.

Heather rolled her eyes; she didn't have time for this.

Chris continued to stroke his cock as he listened to
Dad 'n Daughter's love play. His cock had been rock
hard for a solid hour now. He was so horny he was
nearly drunk with desire. The front of his shorts was
soaked with precum.

"He's running his tongue around and around my nipple,"
said Daughter. "And now...ohhh...he's scraping my
nipple between his tongue and his teeth....mmm...that's
sending little sparks through my pussy," she moaned.

Chris' hand trembled a bit as he moved the computer's
microphone closer. "I'm going to have to whack off now;
I can't take it any more."

"Yeah I know what you mean," said Dad. "I'm about going
to sink my pecker in Daughter's tight pussy."

Chris heard bumping and shuffling sounds as the couple
rearranged themselves, and then Dad's voice came back,
"Where's Mom? I thought you said she was home."

"She has to go somewhere; I don't think she's going
to...whoa, hold on," said Chris as his mother made an
appearance at the door. She had stopped in the doorway,
one hand above her head, elbow resting on the
doorframe, and her other hand was on her hip. She was
wearing nothing but a smile and black lacy demi-bra
that made her generous breasts stand out spectacularly.

Heather walked over to her son and made a palm up
rising gesture with her hand. Chris jumped out of the
office chair and in one smooth motion he swept off his
shorts, freeing his huge cock to sway about seductively
in the air. Heather took her son's place in the leather
chair. It was warm and slick from his perspiration, but
she didn't mind. She loved his scent. It was a heady
mixture of sweat and tangy shower soap and the sweet,
musky aroma of the precum that was dripping from his
cock.

Heather scooted her butt to the edge of the seat and
Chris took the hint immediately by dropping to his
knees and firmly planting his lips on is mother's pussy
lips. Heather picked up the microphone and held it
close to her lips. "Hi there," she spoke in a low
sultry voice. Chris had teased her about that. The low,
soft and sexy voice that she used was nothing like her
normal speaking voice.

"Hi," said Dad, "glad you could join us." His voice
sounded too youthful to be an adult, and for a while
Heather had wondered if Dad 'n Daughter weren't a
Brother 'n Sister in reality. Eventually though, she
had decided that Dad's mode of speech and syntax made
him at least as old as she was.

"Yeah, I'm a little behind everybody, I guess," said
Heather as she pulled Chris' head firmly against her
pussy.

"Mmmmm...let me help," said Dad. "I've got my dick
buried in Daughter's tight, hot cunt. You love it too
don't you honey?"

"Yes, yes," came the girl's voice over the speakers.
"He's fucking me slow and steady now."

Heather rolled her hips, hunching her pussy into her
son's face. His tongue tickled her pussy lips while his
upper lip massaged her swollen clit. She could feel her
sexual tension building and building as she listened to
Daughter moan and groan.

"Oh fuck," cried Daughter. Faster Daddy, faster, I want
to cum. Please..."

"Now honey, we want to be polite and wait on Mom," Dad
said in a teasing tone.

But Daughter didn't wait; she made it perfectly clear
that an orgasm was coming. "Uh huh, uh huh,
yeah...yeah...uh huh," she chanted and then a high-
pitched squeal signaled the peak of her climax.

"Oh yeah, do her again Dad," said Heather.

"She'll cum as long as I can keep it up," said Dad
breathlessly.

Suddenly, Heather knew it was time. Her pussy had
become wet and slick enough for her son's huge penis.
"OK Chris," she said breathlessly. "Let's do it."

Chris jumped up and stepped back. He put his hands on
his hips and as Heather watched his cock twitched and a
glob of precum washed over the oversized head. Heather
smiled at her son as she stood and braced herself on
the edge of the desk.

"He's going to fuck me from behind now," said Heather.

"Tell me about it," said Dad.

"He's got the head against my pussy lips. Now he's
pushing it in. God, that head feels like a big, slick,
wet ball being pushed in."

"Fuck yeah," moaned Dad.

Heather continued, "Now his shaft is going in...and
in...and in...and in...and now the base is stretching
my pussy even wider...and...and now he's all the way
in. He's kissing my neck and cupping my breasts.

"Oh shit, yeah," said Dad, and beyond him Daughter was
doing her little orgasm chant, she was cumming again.

Chris straightened and grabbed his mother's lush hips.
He began to move his hips slowly at first and then
faster and faster, banging hard into his mom's ass.

Heather loved it when Chris fucked her like this. As
his groin slammed into her ass, a shock wave traveled
through her body to tickle her clit, and of course his
wide cock stretched her pussy so that every nerve
ending was stimulated. She even imagined that her g-
spot was getting a workout. Or maybe it was just the
whole depraved moment of a mother and son having cyber
sex with strangers, but Heather found herself cumming
almost immediately. "Uhhhhhhh," she groaned out. I'm
cumming, Dad....I'm cumming."

"Oh yeah baby," cried Dad. "Cut it loose...cut it
loose."

A few seconds later Chris and Heather heard a big gasp
and then a long groan that signaled Dad's orgasm,
followed closely by yet another cum by Daughter.

Then it was Chris' turn. Heather could feel his cock
swell and then throb in her pussy as it jerked and
jetted streams of cum that set her off again. Her pussy
clenched and urged her son to an even better orgasm. By
the time Heather came back to her senses, the Internet
connection had been broken and Chris was making
lethargic strokes with his cock. Heather knew that if
she didn't do something in a minute he'd be hard as a
rock and banging her again.

"Chris?"

"Yes?" he answered innocently.

"I'm still going to your school."

"Oh...yeah."

Heather's dinner turned out to be a granola bar that
she gulped down on the way to Chris' school, and she
was one of the last parents through the door. A student
volunteer gave her a map of the school and a list of
the rooms where she could find Chris's teachers. In a
few minutes Heather was entering the room to Ms
Johnson's history class.

Ms Johnson was busy with some other parents, so Heather
took the opportunity to look around. Apparently the
kids were studying World War Two, there were several
projects showing maps and campaigns and models of
various weapons. There was even a mobile of various
planes used during the conflict.

"Pretty impressive, isn't it?" said a voice behind
Heather.

She turned to see a man in his forties. He had thinning
sandy hair and he was only an inch or two taller than
Heather, but he had a nice smile and appeared to be in
good shape. "Yes, I'm glad I don't have to do anything
like this."

The man chuckled and said, "I know what you mean. Is
one of these your child's?"

"Oh no, Chris hasn't finished his yet."

"Chris?" the man asked with raised eyebrows. "Chris is
your son?"

"Yes."

The man stuck out his hand. "Linda, his partner, is my
daughter. My name's David."

Heather took his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Heather.
I'm sorry they've done all the work at your house. We
have plenty of room."

David shook his head. "It's no problem. They're using
my computer. I do design work so the monitor's real big
and I have all sorts of software they can use."

"That's nice of you."

"I do have one problem with Chris," said David.

Oh no, thought Heather. What's he done?

"He tends to eat all the snack food in the house,"
David laughed.

"Sorry about that," said Heather. "He has large
appetites." For more than food, she added to herself.

David looked thoughtful for a second and then said, "I
have an idea. How about..."

**

When Heather returned home that night, Chris was in her
bed watching television. He began to stroke his cock to
full hardness as he watched his mother undress.

"I met Linda's father tonight," said Heather.

"Good ol' David?" said Chris. "He's a pretty good guy."

Heather, now naked, crawled into bed beside Chris.
"He's invited us to dinner on Saturday night."

"Oh Mom," Chris squirmed. "I don't want to do that,
it's...it's so geeky."

"Why not? You and Linda can work on your project after
we eat. It'll be nice."

Chris rolled on his side as he rubbed precum over the
head of his cock, making it slick for his mother's
pussy. He was about to move between her thighs when
Heather crossed her legs at the ankles and locked her
arms firmly across her breasts.

Heather looked at her son expectantly. "We are going to
eat with David and Linda, aren't we?"

Chris saw his mother's posture and sighed. "I suppose
so," he said.

"That's nice honey," said Heather as she opened her
legs and wrapped her arms around Chris' neck.

Chris rolled his eyes, "I can't believe it," he said. "
I'm being pussy whipped by my mother."

**

On Saturday night, Dave met Chris and Heather at the
door. "Come on in," he said, ushering them inside. They
stepped into living room that was obviously the center
of the home. There was a small fireplace with gas logs
in one corner; one entire wall was covered by a
bookcase and entertainment center, and in another
corner was a huge desk containing a computer and all
the odds and ends of a home office. Besides an office
chair for the desk, there were a couple of overstuffed
chairs and a comfortable looking couch that made up the
room's furniture.

A young woman entered the room from an interior door.
Dave said, "Heather, this is my daughter Linda."

"So nice to meet you, finally," said Heather taking the
girls hand. She could see why Chris got aroused every
time he was around this girl; she was lovely. She was
tall and slim with sun streaked brown hair and large
brown eyes. Her breasts weren't as big as Heather's but
she was wearing a pair of tight shorts that showed off
a pair of fantastic legs.

Dave got everyone drinks, beer for the adults and sodas
for the teens. Linda brought in chips and dip. They all
sat around and talked until Linda said, "Dad, if you
don't get busy with those steaks we're never going to
eat."

"Have you got everything else ready?" he asked.

"It'll be ready by the time you get the steaks done."

"Oh yeah? Sounds like a challenge to me," said Dave,
grinning as he arose and headed for the kitchen.

Linda hurried right behind him. "Chris, show your
mother our project," she said over her shoulder as she
left the room.

Chris laughed as the father and daughter left the room.
"They're like that all the time," he said to Heather.

He went over to the computer and turned it on. "This is
the first time I've ever seen this thing not running."
In a minute the operating system finished loading and
Chris was looking over the program icons. "Hey look,"
he said to his mother. "They've got the same Internet
provider that we have."

Chris started the Internet program. "I wonder what
screen names they use?"

"Chris, that's none of our business," said Heather, but
Chris had already clicked on the button that would show
the multiple choice of screen names.

"Holy shit!" cried Chris in a strangled whisper.

"Chris, your language," admonished his mother.

"No, no look at this," said Chris, motioning his mother
over with excited gestures.

Heather didn't move, but her curiosity got the better
of her. "What is it?"

"They," he said in a stage whisper, frantically
pointing in the direction of the kitchen, "are Dad 'n
Daughter," he finished, tapping the monitor screen.

"Noooo..."said Heather. You didn't meet people like Dad
'n Daughter. They were just playmates, out
there...somewhere. "It's just a coincidence. They just
happen to be using the same name."

"Nobody can have the same name on our server, Mom. It
would screw up the e-mail."

"Well then, it's...it's spelled differently."

Chris gave her a sexy grin, "No, I'm sure. They're
them."

Heather's mind seemed to go blank. She took long gulps
of her beer as she watched Chris get rid of the
Internet program and bring up the much-worked on
project. He gave a thorough explanation of the various
graphs and pictures that showed on the screen, but
Heather couldn't follow any of it. Her mind was filled
with images of Dave and Linda screwing their brains out
right where Chris was sitting. Before she knew it,
Linda was calling them into the dining room.

Three glasses of wine helped Heather loosen up during
dinner. David was charming, and Linda could certainly
hold up her end of the conversation. Chris didn't say
much, but he kept giving his mother little winks and
grins which she tried to ignore.

When dinner was over everyone returned to the living
room. Linda and Dave sat on the sofa close to one
another. In fact, they were touching at shoulder, hip
and thigh. Chris plopped into one of the overstuffed
chairs and then patted the tops of his thighs as he
grinned and looked up expectantly at his mother.

Heather had had just enough wine and beer to accept his
invitation. She snuggled into Chris' lap and placed an
arm around his neck as he possessively wrapped his arms
about her waist. She smiled at Linda and Dave and said,
"I'm stuffed, you two make a good team in the kitchen."

"Thanks," said Dave. "I taught her everything I know
about cooking."

Linda snorted and said, "Yeah, that took about five
minutes."

Dave playfully poked his daughter in the ribs and when
she tried to retaliate he grabbed her hand. They
tussled until Dave had a hold of both her hands, then
as they were looking into each other's eyes Dave began
to share kisses with his daughter. Their first kiss was
a father-daughter peck on the lips, but the ones that
followed certainly weren't.

Heather could see tongues thrashing around and their
kiss seemed to go on forever. She swore she could feel
Chris' cock begin to pulse and distend under her butt.
His hand moved from her waist to cup her breast, and
then he began to nuzzle her neck. When Dave finally
broke off the kiss with his daughter Heather surprised
herself by blurting out, "Then you two really are Dad
'n Daughter."

Dave nodded, "And Chris is Superstud."

Heather shook her head in confusion. "But how did you
know?"

Dave shrugged, "Well, Chris has been around here quite
a bit, and Superstud sort of sounded like him, although
when he's on the computer he tends to lower that sexy
voice, like his mom." As he spoke Dave deepened his
voice until it was just a barely audible rumble.

Heather and Chris laughed.

"Besides," he continued, "your description of his cock
pretty well matched the swelling I saw in his pants
whenever he was around Linda. Either that, or he was
carrying around a fire hose in his pocket."

Heather said, "But you two don't sound anything like
you do on the computer."

Dave shrugged, "I do electronic design. I thought it
might be a good idea to tie in a circuit that would
disguise our voices."

Everyone was silent for several long seconds as Chris
continued to fondle his mother's breasts and kiss her
neck. Linda, on the other hand, had suddenly turned
shy. She looked as if she was trying to crawl behind
her father's shoulder.

"Well," said Dave, clearing his throat loudly and
nodding at Chris. "I see at least one of us isn't
embarrassed by all these revelations."

Heather could feel Chris' hands grow bolder. In a few
seconds she knew that he would be sliding his fingers
up the legs of her shorts and into her pussy. She
turned her head and whispered in his ear, "You're ready
to cum aren't you?"

"Uh huh," he murmured.

"And you'd like for me to jack you off, or suck you
off, or surround that cock of yours with hot, wet
pussy?"

"Ohhhh yeah, Mom," he moaned, squirming his crotch
against her butt.

"And you don't want to wait until we get home, do you?"

"Huh uh."

"Then why don't you get up and do a little strip for
Linda and Dave, just to really get them into it."

Chris scooted forward in the chair and then stood up
with his mother in his arms as easily as if she were a
child. Heather squealed as Chris spun around once and
then set her lightly on her feet. She stepped back;
Chris had done a strip routine for her more than once.

Chris bent from the waist and placed his hands together
on the floor. Then he swung his legs forward until his
weight rested on his hands while he hovered inches
above the floor in a sitting position. He eased himself
to the floor and then kicked off his shoes and socks.
Reversing his movements, Chris was quickly back on his
feet, gyrating his body to an inner beat. He slowly
pulled his shirt from his shorts and began to raise it
over his head.

Heather never tired of looking at her son's body. He
had broad shoulders and bulging pec's that lead to
washboard ab's and a narrow waist. As he threw his
shirt aside, Heather could see that Linda had her eyes
locked on Chris.

Chris ground his hips seductively as he strutted over
to the couch. When he was within inches of Linda's
legs, he hooked his thumbs into his shorts and then, in
one smooth move, he was naked. Linda's eyes followed
his huge cock as it twitched and bobbed inches from her
face. She was raising her hand as if to touch it when
her father grabbed her arm.

Dave pulled her off the couch and loudly cleared his
throat. "Why don't we take this into the bedroom," he
announced.

A minute later they were all on the king-sized bed in
Dave's room. Everyone was naked except that Dave was
still wearing his shorts. His mouth was locked on his
daughter's shaved pussy. Heather had crawled on top of
Chris with her knees on either side of his waist. His
mouth played with her nipples while his cock pumped her
steadily.

Heather looked over to Linda. The girl had one hand on
her father's head as she hunched her pussy against his
lips. She sucked on a finger as she watched Chris' cock
drive in and out of Heather's pussy.

Linda was mesmerized. Her father had told her that his
cock was average size, but Linda could see that the
amount of Chris's flesh that never even made it into
Heather's pussy was longer and thicker than her
father's entire penis. She dreamed about all that cock-
meat filling her pussy and she came with a squeal.

Heather saw Linda cum and when the girl's eyes focused
again Heather gestured toward Chris' cock and then
raised her eyebrows in question. Linda emphatically
nodded yes, but then she pointed to her father as if to
say, 'What about him?'

Heather winked and pulled herself off Chris and jumped
off the bed.

"Mom!" Chris whined. He had been about two seconds from
shooting his stuff. He grabbed his cock and began to
pump it furiously. In just a few strokes a dozen full
streams of cum erupted from the swollen head and fell
back onto Chris' hand and torso.

Heather walked around the bed and gently pulled Dave
away from his daughter. Dave stood up reluctantly and
then watched as Chris scooted across the bed and took
Linda in his arms. In a second the two kids were
shearing a furious kiss as their hands explored one
another's bodies.

"But, but..." protested Dave as he watched his daughter
in Chris' clutches.

"They'll be all right," said Heather as she led him
back to the other side of the big bed. "You know, you
look very overdressed in those shorts."

Dave looked sheepish as he slowly pulled off his
underwear. "Your son is pretty intimidating."

Heather looked down. Dave's cock was full but certainly
not ridged as it was drooping to one side. She pushed
him onto the bed and then crawled in over him. "You
have nothing to be ashamed of," Heather said just
before she licked the precum from the head of his cock
and then took the whole length of him into her mouth.

Heather drew her lips around Dave's cock and sucked him
to full hardness. She couldn't do this with Chris; she
had to strain to get just the head of his huge erection
in her mouth. When he was stiff, Heather took her mouth
off Dave and then she stroked him with her hand as she
moved up his body. Just as she had with Chris, she
fitted Dave's cock in her pussy and the laid her
breasts on his chest and rested her head on his
shoulder. This felt nice. Chris was all hard muscle and
bony angles, whereas Dave, although he was trim, had a
comfortable softness about him.

The two adults turned their heads in time to see Chris
grab his cock and rub lubricating precum all over
Linda's pussy lips. Then he pushed those lips aside and
carefully eased his cock into Linda's pussy. Linda
gasped but it was in surprise and pleasure, not pain.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Chris'
waist. In seconds the two teens were humping hard
enough to make the whole bed shake.

"Oh yes, yes, uh huh, yeah, uh huh..." Linda chanted,
and then she came. And then she came again and again.

Heather sat up, her heart was pounding and her face and
tits were burning. The kids were mindlessly driving
each other to higher and higher passion. Heather had
never seen anything so hot, and she couldn't remember
ever being this turned on. She planted her hands on
Dave's hairy chest and began to furiously bang her
pussy up and down on his cock. Dave rubbed and played
with her nipples and she came twice before he shuddered
and groaned out his own cum.

A second later Chris' buttocks clenched and he shot his
second big load of the evening into Linda. Heather
could see streams of his cum wash back over his cock
and drip onto the bed.

Heather rolled off Dave and lay next to him. "You throw
a nice dinner party," she murmured in his ear.

Dave moved to kiss Heather on the lips and then he
began to leave little kisses across her breasts and
then down toward her pussy. "It isn't over with yet,"
he said with a grin.

Heather looked over at Chris. He was on his back and
Linda was using both hands to bring his only slightly
wilted cock back to a full erection.

"Morning Mom," said Chris as he walked into the kitchen.

Heather, Chris' mother, turned and inspected her son with
a grin on her face. "Well don't you look nice," she said.

"Oh yeah, just great," said Chris sarcastically. He laid
the electronic PDA that he was carrying on the breakfast
bar and then he turned about a couple of times with his
arms out flung to show off his work clothes. He was
wearing the uniform of a local delivery service. The tan
safari shirt and shorts he was sporting were accented
with red lettering and stripes. The clothes were meant to
be loose fitting and comfortable, but they looked as if
they were painted onto Chris' well-muscled physique.

Swaying her hips suggestively, Heather walked over to her
son. She rested her hand on the swollen head of Chris'
cock where it stuck above the waistband of his shorts and
said, "Now this part of your appearance may not fit Mrs.
Smith's Delivery Service's rules of dress."

Chris smiled as his mother rubbed the head of his cock as
if she were polishing a wooden knob and said, "I sort of
woke up with a problem this morning and it won't go
away."

Heather snorted. "You seem to have this problem at all
times of the day and night, and as much as I'd like to
help you, I don't want you to be late for your first day
of work." Chris had turned eighteen and this was to be
his first day of work at a summer job before he started
college.

Chris shook his head. "I've got plenty of time." He
picked up the PDA. "All I have to do is sign in on this
thing - it has a wireless Internet connection - and it
tells the company that I'm ready to go. After that, they
send me instructions. It even has a GPS receiver to tell
them where I am."

Heather smiled and squeezed Chris' cock. "Isn't high tech
wonderful?" she said. She smiled into his bedroom eyes.
"It'll give us time for an early fuck."

Heather was wearing a fluffy cotton bathrobe, and from
long experience Chris knew that the robe would be the
only thing she was wearing. He parted the top of the robe
and cupped her full breasts in the palms of his hands, at
the same time he strummed her nipples with his thumbs.
Heather shrugged off her robe and tossed it over a nearby
stool. She grabbed her son's cock and pulled him across
the kitchen where she hopped up onto a counter and spread
her legs. Chris pushed his shorts and underpants down
just in time for a gush of precum to wash over the head
of his cock. He lubricated two of his fingers with the
clear liquid and deftly spread it on the inner lips of
his mother's pussy. He kissed her tenderly and Heather
responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and
thrusting her tongue into his mouth. In a couple of
minutes Chris could tell by his mother's eager lips and
rapid breathing that she had become as hot and horny as
he had been since he'd awakened.

Heather sighed as Chris sunk the first half-dozen inches
of his huge cock into her pussy. She leaned back against
a cabinet and swayed her hips in time to his thrusts. She
loved the way her son's cock filled her completely. It
made her clit vibrate and massaged her g-spot at the same
time. She began to orgasm almost immediately. Chris felt
the pulling contractions of Heather's pussy around his
cock. There was no reason for him to hold back so he
began to fuck faster and faster.

Heather was in the middle of yet another extended cum
when she saw Chris' eyes glaze over and his back start to
arch. She knew that in another second or two cum would be
squirting out of her pussy, coating her legs an probably
dripping all over Chris' shorts. "Chris, honey," she
said. "Don't cum inside me and make a mess."

"Uhhh.OK," was all he could manage to say as Chris
withdrew his cock. With his shorts tight around the
bulging muscles of his legs, Chris had to waddle
backwards to escape from between his mother's thighs. His
hand automatically began to jerk along the length of his
erection as he sought some place to cum that wouldn't
mean a long and messy clean up operation. He got turned
toward the kitchen sink just as the first shot of milky-
white stuff erupted from his cock, arced through the air
and landed with a splat on target.

That shot was followed by a dozen others and then Chris
had to take little waddling baby steps ever closer to the
sink as the volume and velocity of his ejaculations began
to lessen. Finally Chris' cock was over the sink itself
and he ran his hand down the length of his jutting
monster in order to milk out the last dollop of cum. Even
that last drop was more than an ordinary man would have
produced altogether.

Chris grabbed a paper towel and began to clean off his
wilting cock. He heard a sort of choking sound from the
other side of the kitchen, and when he turned he saw his
mother with her hand clasped over her mouth. She looked
as though she was having some sort of fit. "Are you
alright?" he asked.

His mother removed her hand and burst out in a fit of
giggles. "You looked so funny," she gasped between fits
of laughter, "waddling around like that, looking for
someplace to shoot off." Now she practically cackled.

"Ha, ha, very funny," said Chris. He grabbed the sink's
rinse hose and threatened his mother with its business
end.

"Don't you dare," she said, trying unsuccessfully to
sound like a stern parent. "I have to get ready for
work." She jumped off the counter, grabbed her robe, and
headed for the door to their dining room. The sight of
his mother's tight, heart-shaped buns was too tempting a
target though. Chris got her in the rear with a blast of
cold water just as she was leaving the kitchen. Heather
shrieked and ran from the room.

Chris finished cleaning the sink and checked in for work
on his PDA. Immediately he was directed to a supermarket
where he picked up several bags of groceries for a Mrs.
Brown, who lived on the well-to-do side of town. He
grabbed the keys for his company delivery van and headed
out.

Chris turned off the residential road onto a paved drive
that wound its way along side an acre-sized lawn. He
pulled to the rear of a two-story house that looked large
enough to hold most of the residents of his middleclass
neighborhood. With his arms full of grocery bags, Chris
walked to the delivery door and rang the bell. Shortly, a
stooped little old lady who was wearing a cotton print
dress and crisp apron answered the door. "I'm Mrs.
Brown," she said. "Please come in."

Chris entered an immaculate kitchen and placed the
groceries on an island counter in the center of the room.
"Now it will just take me a minute to check the order,"
said Mrs. Brown. She slowly began to examine the contents
of the bags.

Chris took one look at Mrs. Brown's arthritic hands as
she struggled to lift a heavy can from one of the bags
and he jumped to help. "Why don't you check off the items
as I put them away for you?" he said.

"That's very nice of you," said Mrs. Brown. They chatted
as Mrs. Brown verified her order and Chris put the
groceries in their proper place in the nearby pantry. In
the manner of sweet little old ladies everywhere she
managed to learn his name, where he'd gone to grade
school and where he was going to college, as well as his
mother's name and the name of her business.

When they were finished she said, "Wait right here,
Chris. I'll be back in a minute." As she departed the
kitchen into a short hallway a man passed her coming the
other way. He was a pear shaped guy in his mid-twenties
with spiky, blonde tipped hair and several earrings.
"Chris, this is my grandson, Victor," Mrs. Brown called
over her shoulder.

"Hi," said Chris.

"Hi," said Victor, and that was the extent of their
conversation. An awkward silence ensued that was relieved
only when Mrs. Brown returned.

"Here you are," she said, giving Chris a twenty-dollar
bill.

Chris looked at the money. "You don't have to pay me, I'm
sure the company bills you for the service."

Mrs. Brown laughed. "Don't be silly, it's your tip."

"Oh, thanks very much," said Chris, feeling a bit foolish
as he put away the bill.

As Chris left her home, Mrs. Brown said, "You're a sweet
boy, Chris. I'll be sure to ask for you next time."

He worked steadily through the day until about four when
his PDA told Chris to report to Mrs. Smith at her office.
Mrs. Smith's Delivery Service was housed in a nondescript
one-story brick building. Most of the building was a
warehouse fronted by a customer entrance and service
counter. Chris parked his delivery van in the company lot
and walked into the warehouse through the employee's
entrance. Mrs. Smith's office was a walled off section of
the warehouse, and when Chris knocked on the door he had
to wait for a buzz to tell him that an electrically
actuated lock had been opened.

Mrs. Smith was actually June Smith, a woman around forty
years of age. She was tall and slim and wore her blonde
hair in a business-like perm. Her very neatly arranged
desk dominated the small office. When Chris entered she
smiled at him and said, "Hello Chris, how did your first
day go?"

"Hi," said Chris. "It went OK, I guess. There's nothing
wrong is there?" He wondered if he'd screwed up someone's
delivery.

June came from around her desk. She was wearing a navy
blue, sleeveless dress with matching pumps. She motioned
to a chair at the side of the desk. "No, nothing's wrong.
Please have a seat."

Chris sat in the chair and June perched on the edge of
the desk with her legs crossed. Her knees were
practically under Chris' nose. They chatted for few
minutes about Chris' day. He plastered a polite smile on
his face and did his best to keep eye contact with June
and not peek up her skirt.

As June spoke, one of her pumps slipped off her heel and
dangled on her toes. She bounced her foot up and down to
emphasize certain points in the conversation and pretty
soon the shoe flipped into the air and wound up on the
floor. Chris politely bent over to retrieve her shoe, but
June stuck her bare foot on his leg and said, "Never
mind, I'll get it later." Her foot remained firmly
planted on Chris' leg.

June cleared her throat and said, "Chris I know this is
just a summer job for you, but there are a couple of
things you can keep in mind to advance yourself around
here." Chris raised his eyebrows as if to ask what she
meant, and June continued, "You can be a conscientious
worker, and you can make me happy." As she slid her foot
onto Chris' crotch she said, "These two goals are not
mutually inclusive, if you know what I mean."

It wasn't the first time that Chris had thought he was
being seduced. And there wasn't much doubt in his mind
about it now. June's toes were kneading his cock into a
nice erection. Chris ran his fingertips up and down
June's calf and said, "Well I think I know how to do a
good job, but how do I make you happy."

She uncrossed her legs and spread them as wide as her
dress would allow. She sighed and said, "Do what you're
doing now, just do it a little higher." Chris' fingers
roamed higher to the inside of her thighs and then onto
the crotch band of her panties. She wiggled her ass on
the desk, signaling Chris to move on.

He obliged by standing and giving June a big wet kiss
that she eagerly returned. Their tongues played around as
Chris pulled her panties aside and slid two fingers into
June's pussy. Chris wrapped an arm around her back and
cupped a strong hand over her breast. He continued to
finger fuck her until June's moans and clenching pussy
told him that she was about to orgasm. At that point he
stepped back. He was horny as hell and he needed that wet
pussy for his aching cock.

June looked at him with lust-glazed eyes and said, "I
guess you want to fuck me now."

He smiled and assured her, "Oh yeah."

June kicked off her other shoe and pulled down her
panties. As she pulled her dress up around her waist she
said, "OK, let's see what you got."

Chris knew how to let his cock make an entrance. He
unfastened his shorts and then hooked his thumbs inside
his shorts and underwear. He bent slightly at the waist
and then in one motion he swept down his clothing and
thrust out his hips. His huge cock sprang free of his
clothing and thwacked into the side of June's leg.

She looked down in surprise and gasped, "Oh my god, what
a cock!" She reached out and poked her finger at the
long, thick shaft. "Is that for real?"

"It's real and it's really yours," said Chris. He bent
his cock down and rubbed the head across June's clit and
swollen pussy lips. He gave a little push and the head
slipped into her slick opening.

June leaned backwards, until her hands supported her
torso on the desktop. She watched as Chris slipped less
than half his cock into her extended pussy and then she
couldn't take it any more. "Oh fuck me with it now," she
urged him.

Chris obliged. He humped her with a long smooth stroke
that he knew he could keep up forever. June lay down on
her desk with her eyes closed. She put the tip of one
finger in her mouth and sucked on it like a little girl,
and every few seconds her body would twitch or writhe
about. Then her hips and thighs began to tremble and
Chris felt her pussy muscles clamp around his cock.

June did a sort of involuntary half sit-up off her desk,
and Chris could see the outline of her straining stomach
muscles. She made wheezing, gasping noises for almost a
minute and then she collapsed onto the desk once more.
There's one orgasm, Chris thought as he continued his
machine like stroke. He kept it up until he knew that his
boss was one very, very happy employer.

**

A week later Chris returned to Mrs. Brown's home with
another load of groceries. After the food was all put
away, Mrs. Brown said, "Do you have a minute to help my
grandson with something?"

Chris shrugged. "Yes Ma'am, I guess so."

"He said that he needed help moving some furniture in one
of the upstairs rooms," Mrs. Brown said as she led him to
the foot of a flight of stairs. It'll be one of the rooms
in the right wing. I'd show you, but I can't climb these
stairs any more."

"I'm sure I can find it," said Chris as he started up the
wide, curving staircase.

He turned right at the top of the stairs and started down
a hallway that was lined with doors on either side.
Midway down the hall he heard hip-hop music coming from
an open door. Chris tapped on the doorframe and called
out, "Hello?"

A good-looking woman in her early twenties appeared in
the doorway. "Hi," she said with a smile.

"Oh, hey," said Chris. "I was looking for Victor? Mrs.
Brown said he needed some help moving furniture."

"Oh you just missed him. He may not be back for an hour
or so. I'm Angela," she said as she stuck out her hand.
Angela was barely five feet tall and looked as if she
might weigh a hundred pounds after a heavy meal. She was
wearing hip-hugger shorts that had about an inch of
inseam. Her sleeveless, knit top showed off her tanned
shoulders and a bare midriff.

Chris' hand engulfed her tiny, soft one as they shook.
"I'm Chris," he said.

She gestured into the room. "Since you're here, we could
try to move this stuff. Victor assumed I was too small to
help."

Chris stepped past Angela into the room. It contained a
large canopy-bed and several pieces of matching
furniture. The source of the music that he had heard in
the hallway was a boom box situated on an ornate desk in
a corner of the room. Both the music and its player
seemed wildly out of place in the room full of elegant
antique furniture.

"What did you want to move?" Chris asked.

Angela pointed to a chest of drawers. "I'd like to move
that about four feet down that wall, and then move that
vanity over in its place."

The chest of drawers looked substantial, but Chris and
Angela - Chris mostly - shoved it into place without
strain. The vanity, even with its attached mirror, was
much lighter and they carried it across the room easily.
"Well, not much to that," said Chris.

Angela laughed and said, "I guess not, especially when
you've got muscles likes these." She tried unsuccessfully
to squeeze Chris' bicep. "I guess it's silly to ask if
you work out a lot."

Chris smiled as he did what all men do when a pretty
woman touches their upper arms; he flexed his bicep into
hard muscle. "I play a lot of sports. I guess I stay in
pretty good shape."

Angela caressed the exposed skin of his thigh and said,
"I can believe it. I've never felt such hard muscles."

Chris knew a leading line when he heard one. "Feel a
little higher, it gets even harder."

Angela moved her hand upward until it found Chris'
rapidly expanding cock. "Nice and thick too," she said.
She slid her probing fingers along the length of Chris'
cock as it began to reach its full potential. She moved
her hand hesitantly; she couldn't believe what she was
finding. Finally, her hand bumped into the bulging cock
head. She cupped her hand around it like it was a rubber
ball sitting in his pocket. "And so long.and so much
thicker," she said in a husky voice.

"Would you like to see this uh.well developed muscle?"
asked Chris.

"Oh yes," breathed Angela.

Chris pulled down his shorts and underwear. His not quite
fully hard cock sort of rolled from one side of his body
to the other. Then it lifted and straightened so that its
head bobbed in the air at the same height as Angela's
breasts.

"Oh wow," she said as one of her tiny hands held the
pulsing shaft steady. She had only to bend her head to
kiss the tip, and then she spread her lips and worked the
spongy head into her mouth. There was no chance that she
was going to get more of his big cock in her mouth. All
she could do was twist and bob her head from one side to
the other, but Chris made it obvious that he loved it.

"Mmmm.baby, that feels so good," he moaned. Chris ran his
fingers through Angela's hair and then down her cheek and
neck and on to her breasts. He cupped and caressed her
tits. He could feel her nipples responding as they grew
more pronounced against the palm of his hand.

Chris was thinking seriously about cumming in her mouth,
when Angela lifted her head and grabbed his cock with
both hands. She gave it a good tug and said, "Let's fuck
on the bed."

"Sounds good to me," said Chris. He nearly fell on his
face when he tried to pull off his shorts and to follow
Angela over to the giant bed at the same time. Angela was
naked on her hands and knees in the center of crisp,
white sheets when Chris crawled onto the bed behind her.
Her hips were already eagerly thrusting back and forth in
the air. Chris had to steady her so that could slide his
massive cock into her pussy. He had barely worked his
cock head past her pussy lips, when Angela shoved her ass
backwards and practically impaled herself on his cock. He
didn't even have to move as she bucked and shoved her
dripping pussy around on his rock-hard dick.

Angela reached out a hand and grabbed one of the bed
pillows. She buried her face in its softness, and a
second later Chris heard a muffled, high pitched wailing
as Angela came. After a lengthy orgasm she came up for
air and renewed her attempt to stuff even more of Chris'
thick shaft into her pussy. She made little grunting
sounds and then buried her face again for more screaming
climaxes.

Chris didn't want to cum inside of the young woman, but
every time he tried to pull away Angela just moved with
him and clamped her pussy muscles around him like a fist.
Finally, Chris went over the edge and began to gush shot
after shot of hot cum. His cock swelled and there wasn't
any place for the milky-white stuff to go but to roll out
of Angela's stuffed pussy and down her legs.

After they'd spent themselves, Chris and Angela fell over
sideways on the bed. When they'd caught their breath
Chris looked over her shoulder and saw Angela swirling
her finger in the pool of their sex juices that had
stained the pristine sheet. "Sorry I made such a mess,"
he said.

Angela scooped up some of the slick stuff in her fingers
and let it drip off her fingers. "That's OK," she said
dreamily. "You know, if Victor came three times a day for
a week, he couldn't produce this much jism."

"Oh," was all that Chris could respond to that statement.
He reluctantly got off the bed. "I guess I better get
going," he said as he began to dress. "Mrs. Brown might
wonder what's taking so long."

That seemed to jolt Angela. She sat up and said, "Look,
don't mention me to Mrs. Brown. She doesn't approve of me
being up here. I have to sneak in and out using the back
stairs."

Chris shrugged, "That's cool with me."

He made his way downstairs where Mrs. Brown shoved a
fifty-dollar bill into his hands. Chris protested that it
was too much, but Mrs. Brown said, "You're a good boy,
Chris. I'm sure that you performed your services well."

Chris beamed at the elderly woman. "Yeah, I had an
impressive output up there."

Late in the afternoon of the next day Chris was resting
at home after work. He had shed his tight uniform for the
sloppiest clothes he owned, a triple extra-large
sweatshirt and matching baggy sweatpants. He was watching
TV when the doorbell rang. Chris went to the door and
peeked out. He saw an attractive woman who looked to be
in her mid-thirties with ash blonde hair. She was wearing
a tailored business suit and she had a seriously heavy-
duty bag slung over one shoulder. Chris assumed she was
one of his mother's business associates.

He opened the door and said, "Hi, Mom's not home right
now. Do you want to wait, or can I help you with
something?"

"Is your name Chris?" she asked. Chris nodded and watched
as the woman reached into her bag and pulled out a black
leather wallet. She flipped it open to reveal a badge and
photo-Id. "I'm Sergeant Glasson, and I'd like to ask you
a few questions, please."

Chris couldn't imagine what the police wanted him for,
but he invited the sergeant inside. They settled down in
the living room and she pulled out a small notebook. "You
work for Mrs. Smith's Delivery Service, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Would you please go over the stops you made yesterday
for me?" she asked.

Chris took a deep breath and after a little thought he
covered, as best he could, his previous day's work. He
told the sergeant everything he could remember except for
the part about having sex with Angela. He didn't think it
was necessary to bring that up.

When Chris finished, Sergeant Glasson looked over her
notes for a half-minute and then said, "Would you mind
coming with me? I'd like to go into more detail about
something with you."

Chris shrugged. "OK, but can't you tell me what this is
about?"

They were in the sergeant's car before she began to
answer his question. "About five o'clock yesterday we got
a call from Victor Brown. He said that his grandmother
had been attacked in her home. She was dead when the
medics got there."

"Oh no!" said Chris, disbelief in his voice. "She was
such a nice old lady."

"Of course we're interviewing everyone who was near Mrs.
Brown's home yesterday," said Glasson. "We saw a receipt
for some groceries on her kitchen table and that lead to
you."

Chris thought that over for a minute and said, "Then you
must have gone to where I work. I'm sure they gave you a
record of everywhere I went yesterday and what time I was
there. So why did you ask me what I did yesterday?" It
dawned on Chris immediately why she would ask those
questions. "Hey, you don't think I killed her?"

The sergeant's face remained carefully neutral as she
said, "We're just doing interviews right now." The ride
continued in silence until they pulled to the rear of the
Brown home. When they emerged from the car, she said,
"Why don't we start with where you parked and exactly
what you did while you were here?"

Chris nervously began to walk through his visit on the
previous day. After he showed the sergeant where he had
stored the groceries at Mrs. Brown's direction, he took
Glasson upstairs and into the room where he had been with
Angela. Chris looked around and said, "Hey now, this
isn't the way I left it. Someone's put the furniture
back." He pointed out the two pieces of furniture that he
had helped to move. "That vanity was over there, and that
chest of drawers was back over here."

"OK," said Glasson. She looked around the room. "After
you moved the furniture, what happened, you left?"

Chris decided that, at this point, full disclosure was in
his best interest. "No, I didn't leave right then,
we.uh.we had sex first."

"Oh really?" said the sergeant, disbelief dripping from
her voice.

"It can happen," said Chris in his own defense.
"Strangers meet somewhere and hit it off. Nothing really
weird about that."

"Yes, I'm sure it happens. But you have to see how your
story looks to me." She flipped through the pages of her
notebook. "From the records at your company I know that
you picked up some groceries and brought them here. You
were here from three thirty-seven yesterday until four
twenty-nine. I can believe that you ate up some of that
time by storing away those groceries for Mrs. Brown. But
now, according to you, after helping Mrs. Brown, you
moved some furniture that has now been mysteriously
replaced. This takes place in a room that doesn't look as
if it's been used in quite a while. And just when it
might appear to you that you haven't accounted for all
your time, you tell me that you had sex with a stranger."

Chris moaned. "Hell, when you put it that way, even I
don't believe it happened. But it did, I swear."

Glasson walked over to the king sized bed in the center
of the room. "You did it here I suppose?" She was nodding
at the bed.

Chris joined her at the bed. "Yeah, only this thing was
pulled down." He grabbed the duvet that was covering the
bed and swept it to the foot of the mattress revealing
wrinkle-free, crisp sheets.

Glasson glanced at the surface of the mattress and then
looked back to Chris. "No one's been on these sheets."

"Angela said that she would clean up our mess. I'm sure
she put down fresh sheets," he explained.

"Left a wet spot, did you?" asked Glasson.

"Well," said Chris, "when I.uh.finish, there's usually a
puddle of.uh.stuff."

"A puddle," said Glasson. She turned to Chris and planted
her hands on her hips, shook her hair back and thrust out
her breasts.

Clearly she was waiting for Chris to carry on. To either
incriminate himself further, or to somehow prove what he
was saying. Chris said, "Listen, women find me
attractive. In fact a lot of them think I'm a stud. I've
got a great bod'." He looked down and suddenly realized
that his loose fitting sweats made him look like a
formless lump. So he grabbed the front of his sweatshirt
and pulled it over his head.

Glasson forgot about her role as the impersonal
interrogator as she gave Chris the once over. He had
broad shoulders and a chest to match, impressively
muscled arms and a washboard stomach above a relatively
tiny waist. Something else impressive about the young man
was the bulge in his pants. A bulge that seemed to start
somewhere near one of his knees!

Chris saw the sergeant's eyes widen in surprise, and knew
that we has on the right track. He hadn't put on any
underwear when he'd changed clothes that afternoon after
work, and he could tell that she liked the little show
that he was making. He gave the sergeant a sexy smile and
hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants. He
pushed down his sweats until he was showing about six
inches of thick cock shaft, and then he slowly began to
reveal more of his monster cock one inch at a time.

Glasson held her breath as she watched Chris expose more
and more and even more cock. She had almost convinced
herself that she was seeing some sort of optical
illusion, when his cock sprang free from its confinement
and soundly thwacked Chris in the stomach. She followed
his bobbing cock hypnotically as Chris walked behind her
and slipped her suit coat off her shoulders. The material
of her blouse was an off-white silk that felt great as
Chris slid the head of his cock around on it. He found
the short zipper on her skirt and in a second it was
lying on the floor at her feet.

Chris slipped his hands under her blouse and cupped
Glasson's full breasts in his palms. He could feel her
nipples harden through her seamless bra. He nuzzled and
kissed her neck and said, "See? It's not so hard to
believe that I could have sex with someone I just met."

"I'm beginning to believe you," she said in a husky
voice.

Chris slid the cups of Glasson's bra off her breasts and
played with her nipples between his fingers. Locked
together, they fell on the bed with Chris' rock-hard arms
wrapped around her soft curves. He slid one hand across
Glasson's flat stomach and slipped his fingers into her
pantyhose. In another second his fingers were busy making
little circles on her clit.

Chris decided that it was time to do something for him.
He maneuvered his hips until he could drive the head of
his cock between the sergeant's legs. The touch of her
slick pantyhose didn't compare to the feel of a slippery,
hot pussy, but it would do. Chris dipped his finger into
her wet cunt and began to pump it.

"Oh, yeah," moaned Glasson as Chris managed to titillate
her nipples, her clit and her g-spot in different sensual
combinations. The spongy head of his cock played peek-a-
boo as it appeared and disappeared from between her
thighs. She wondered if he could feel the muscles in her
legs quiver as she began to cum.

Glasson was a writhing, squirming handful as Chris
brought her to one orgasm after another. Her thighs felt
like two silk-lined vibrators on the head of his cock.
Vibrators that were about to trigger a flood from his
swollen balls. Chris thrust his hips forward and suddenly
it looked as if Glasson had sprouted an enormous cock
from her crotch.

As Chris thrust and rubbed his cock head on the bed, he
poured shot after shot of milky cum onto the sheets. As
he caught his breath after his cock had finally emptied
itself, Chris heard the sergeant whisper, "Oh shit, there
really is a puddle of it."

Ten minutes later the couple was dressed. Chris sat on
the edge of the bed and watched as the sergeant paced
from one side of the room to the other. Finally she
stopped and faced Chris, "OK," she said, "this is what
we'll try."

The following week Chris pulled his delivery van into a
parking space at a strip mall. The mall was anchored by a
couple of big box stores at either end with a number of
smaller stores in between. Chris stuck a package under
his arm and headed for women's discount clothing store.

The store was packed with racks and racks of trendy, but
cheap clothing for young women. As he entered, Chris saw
a couple of employees hanging up even more merchandise, a
couple of shoppers and a young woman behind a counter
tapping away at a keyboard. As Chris approached, she
looked up.

"Well, hey Angela. How are you?" said Chris with a big
grin on his face. "I didn't know you worked here."

At first she looked startled, but then Angela managed
something of a smile. "Oh, hi," she said. "I'm good.
Uh.how are you?"

Chris laid the package on the counter. He entered the
package number into his PDA and then produced a clipboard
for her to sign. "I'm great," he said, his grin morphing
into a sexy smile as he looked around the store. "Do you
need me to uh.move any furniture for you? That was a
great time we had the other afternoon."

Angela shook her head, signed the clipboard and thrust it
back into Chris' hand. "I think all of our furnishings
are just where they need to be."

"Are you sure?" Chris asked. "I could take my lunch break
and we could do some rearranging in a backroom or
something."

Angela chewed on her lip in indecision for a second and
then she shook her head again. "We better not, that was a
kind of a one time thing, you know?"

Chris fumbled at his crotch and the head of his erect
cock popped above the waistband of his uniform shorts.
"Oh, come on," said Chris. "Just looking at you has me
all worked up."

Angela gazed longingly at the blood engorged head of
Chris' cock and then she took a quick look around the
store. "Mary," she called out. One of the women who were
putting out stock looked up. Angela picked up the package
that Chris had brought in and waved it in the air. She
said, "I'll be in the office for a few minutes. We may
have to refuse this." Mary nodded her head that she
understood. Chris discreetly held his PDA in front of his
waist as he followed Angela to the rear of the store.

They entered a combination storage room and office.
Angela locked the door and then tossed the package on a
cluttered desk. Chris barely had time to lay his PDA on
the desk when Angela wrapped her arms around his neck and
pulled his lips to hers. She opened her lips and thrust
her tongue into Chris' mouth. She had gone from being
reluctant to aggressive in an instant.

When they broke their kiss, Angela pulled off the slim
miniskirt that she had been wearing and threw it on the
desk along with her panties. She shifted her weight from
one foot the other in nervous anticipation as she watched
Chris slowly lower his uniform shorts and then his
underwear. He gave his rigid pole a few strokes and said,
"I guess you're still seeing Victor?"

"Yeah, well, lots of money there," she said eyeing the
precum that was oozing from Chris' cock.

"And you're not afraid of losing your sugar-daddy if he
should catch you fooling around?" asked Chris with a
grin.

Angela turned and put her hands on the desk. She spread
her legs and waved her firm butt and glistening pussy at
Chris. "Hell, he wants me to fool around. He was there
the other day when we were fucking."

"What?" said Chris in surprise.

Angela looked back over her shoulder. "Will you please
put that thing in my pussy? We haven't got all day."

Chris had to really spread his legs and bend his cock
down to get it down to Angela's pussy level. But all he
had to do was barely begin to slide the head past her
pussy lips when Angela shoved her ass backwards, and
stuffed in a large chunk of his cock meat. "Yeah," she
sighed, "Victor loves to watch. He was in the next room,
watching through a crack in the paneling. In fact, that's
why we moved the furniture. It let him watch us directly
and in the mirror too. I think he'd rather jerk off than
fuck."

"So it was you, me and Victor who were in the house just
before Mrs. Brown was killed," said Chris.

Angela stopped in mid-cock stroke. "Yeah, I guess so,"
she spoke hesitantly. "But of course you left, and then I
left and Victor told me that he ran out to get something
at the store. When he came back, she was dead."

"Ah, said Chris, and then, "oh yeah, baby," as Angela
doubled the energy she was putting into her squirming
ass. Chris felt her cum once and then twice, and he was
about to do it himself when there was a loud rapping on
the office door.

"I'll be there in a minute," Angela gasped out.

"Police," said a feminine voice. "I need you to open the
door now."

Chris and Angela scrambled back into their clothes amidst
more rapping and banging. When they were decent, Angela
unlocked and opened the door. Sergeant Glasson and two
uniformed officers came into the room. "Oh, hi,
Sergeant," said Angela. "What brings you back?"

"Angela, I'd like for you to come down to the precinct. I
have some more questions for you," said Glasson.

"OK," said Angela. "Let me get my purse." She gave Chris
a worried glance, and she looked shaken and confused as
she left with the two uniformed officers.

When they were alone, Chris said, "Did you get what you
needed?"

Glasson picked up the PDA and tapped on the lens to a TV
camera that was disguised to look like an on-off button.
"The picture was kind of distorted, but we got it all on
tape. Victor claims that he was with some of his buddies
the afternoon of the murder. It'll be interesting to see
what he says about this."

Chris smiled. "Did you and your uniformed friends like
our little porn exhibition?"

Glasson smiled back. "The uniforms thought that Angela
was too skinny for their tastes, but they couldn't get
over the size of your cock. They decided that it must be
the camera lens that made it look so big. I didn't bother
to set them straight."

Chris stuck his hands into his shorts and adjusted his
privates. "It's too bad you guys couldn't have waited
another minute. Now my balls are going to ache for the
rest of the day."

Glasson looked into Chris' smiling eyes and then at his
bulging crotch. She closed and locked the office door and
then she said, "I guess I can do something to help out a
cooperative citizen."

Heather must have looked at her watch a hundred times
that day. She couldn't keep her mind on her work. She
hadn't been this distracted since.well, she was too
distracted to think about it. She looked at her watch for
the hundred and first time. What was her son, Chris,
doing right now? Let's see, he would be leaving his last
class and going to basketball practice. He'd be putting
on those shorts that showed his long, thickly muscled
legs. He'd be wearing a tank top that revealed the
smooth, bulging muscles of his shoulders and arms.

Heather crossed her legs, and then crossed them again.
The pressure on her pussy was maddening. The mere thought
of her son in workout clothes turned her on so much that
she could hardly stand it. Well, she chided herself, if
you're going to commit incest with the biggest stud
you've ever known then these thing are going to happen.

She looked at her watch for the hundred and second time.
I might as well give up trying to work, she thought. She
turned off her computer and grabbed her purse. As she
exited her office, Heather told her assistant, "Mary, I'm
leaving early. If you need me, I have my cell phone."

Yes Mary, she thought to herself, I'm going to get my son
home from school as quickly as possible so I can have him
bang the hell out of my pussy.

Heather didn't know why she was so horny today. It wasn't
as if she had been deprived of sex. Just that morning
Chris had awakened her by tonguing her pussy until it
creamed and then he'd thoroughly fucked her, twice - once
in her bed and again in the shower.

Heather parked her car at the school and went into the
gym. It was the same gym and same school that she'd
attended years ago. The gym had the same smell of sweaty
bodies, and the same sounds of squeaking shoes from the
boy's basketball team and the raised feminine voices of
the cheerleaders that she remembered. Although it seemed
to her that the boys were taller and more muscular. And
the cheerleaders more mature looking and dressed much
sexier than when she'd been a student here.

Heather took a seat in the bleachers and watched her son.
He looked like a man among boys as he moved around the
court. He wasn't the tallest boy on the team, but he was
certainly the fastest and most agile. The practice ended
when the coach called for the players to hit five free
throws in a row and then hit the showers. Chris made his
shots quickly and then jogged over to his mother. "Hi,
what's up?" he asked.

"I just thought I'd give you a ride home."

"Cindy could have given me a ride," said Chris, referring
to his girlfriend who was one of the cheerleaders.

"Yeah, I know what she has that you like to ride," said
Heather as she leered at her son.

Chris reached down and squeezed his crotch
surreptitiously. "There's more than enough to go around,
you know."

"Yeah, I know that too." Heather could feel her pussy
growing moist. The thought that Chris could probably take
care of her, and any number of nubile females, made her
shiver in anticipation. "Go get your shower, stud. I'll
meet you at the locker room," she told Chris.

He trotted off and Heather went back to her car. She
drove around the school and parked at the outer doors to
the boy and girl's locker rooms. She stared at the doors
and wondered if the girl's locker room had changed over
the years. Well, why not go see? It would be a few
minutes until Chris was ready to go.

Heather stuck her head in the institution green door of
the girl's locker room. There was no one there. She went
on in and looked around. Except for a coat of paint and a
computer in the coach's office everything looked pretty
much the same. She spied an unmarked door along one wall
and smiled. Would that storage closet hold the same
secret?

Heather tried the door, but it was locked. Well, it had
been locked when she was a student too, but that hadn't
stopped her and her girlfriends. She pulled out her car
keys and found the small multipurpose knife that she kept
on the key chain. She selected a blade and in seconds she
had jimmied the spring-loaded bolt of the lock. She
slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.

There were the same old shelves full of towels, soap and
assorted tools for cleaning. Heather shoved aside a
wooden box of brushes and rags, and there it was. She
snapped off the light to the little room and felt her way
back to the shelf. There was a fine crack in the mortar
between bricks there, and if she stood just right and
pressed her face to that crack she could see right into
the boy's shower.

There they were, thought Heather. Just like when she was
their age. Some of the boys strutted in. Some ran in and
out, barely getting wet. And here came Chris with his
broad shoulders, flat and rippled tummy, tight and
shapely butt, and of course his huge cock that bounced
off his thighs as he walked.

It took him only a couple of minutes to lather up and
rinse off. Most of the boys had finished when one more
guy entered the shower. He came to the corner nearest
Heather and slowly soaped up. He kept looking over his
shoulder at Chris, and when Chris and everyone else had
left, he began to masturbate.

Heather laughed to herself; she just had to show this to
Chris. She trotted back through the still empty locker
room and stuck her head out the door. She saw Chris
leaning against the fender of her car. "Come here," she
said with a devilish grin.

Chris walked over, but he stopped short of the door and
said, "I can't go in there, I'll get expelled."

"Oh come on, there's no one around." She grabbed his
sleeve and pulled him in the door. She led Chris into the
storage closet and pushed him into the corner. Then she
showed him how to peek into the boy's shower. "Here's how
your mother got her jollies when she was a student here."

Chris peered through the crack and laughed. "Yeah, that's
Donnie, he's gay. I guess it's tough on him to take
showers with a bunch of naked guys everyday. I'd say that
he's about to blow. Three.two.one.one.. uh one.there she
blows!" Chris stepped back. "You missed it Mom, although
he sure didn't cum very much."

Heather shook her head and said, "Chris honey, most guys
don't make it by the gallon like you do." After moving
the cleaning supplies back into place she said, "I guess
we better get out of here." She was about to open the
closet door when she heard feminine voices. Heather
slowly cracked open the door and peeked into the locker
room. The cheerleaders had finished their practice.

"Now what do we do?" whispered Chris.

"Well I guess we wait them out," she whispered back. "Why
don't you come up here? This is every boy's wet dream."

Chris eagerly changed places with his mother. "Oh yeah,"
said Chris in appreciation. "This is great."

Chris kept up a running account on each girl's figure as
they stripped out of their workout clothing. Heather
could tell that her son was getting excited. She reached
around his waist and found the thick bulge in his pants.
She deftly undid his belt and soon his pants were around
his knees. Then she pulled the waistband of his shorts
away from his torso and reached in to grab a hand full of
cock-shaft.

Chris had to bend at the waist and shuffle backward to
keep his stiffening dick from hitting the cold door. His
mother ran her hand up his cock until she found the
sensitive spot just under the head. Then she began to
jack him off.

Heather loved handling her son's cock. It was so thick
that she couldn't get her fingers around it. It warmed
her hand and she could feel his pulse pound as if his
heart were laboring to keep the big thing filled with hot
blood. Chris' hips began to sway and pump, and the faster
he moved then the faster she rubbed. Her hand was
dripping with precum when she heard Chris grunt softly,
and then there came several long liquid splat sounds as
he shot his cum against the door.

"Mmmm... that was cool, Mom. Thanks," said Chris as he
gave his mom a quick kiss. He took his mother's breasts
in his strong hands and whispered, "Want me to do you?"

"We better think about getting out of here," she answered
as she reluctantly removed Chris' searching hands. "Why
don't you get one of those rags and clean up your mess?
We don't need someone finding your pool of cum in the
girl's locker room." While Chris did his chore, Heather
stood lookout at the door. Most of the girls had dressed
and left, but there were four remaining when Chris
rejoined his mother. She knew that one of the girls was
Cindy, Chris' girlfriend, but she didn't know the others.

"Who are those girls with Cindy?"

Chris put his eye to the crack between the door and its
frame. "Let's see," he said. "The tall blonde standing
next to Cindy is Amy, and the other blonde is Barbara.
The girl with the dark hair is Gina."

Heather took up her place at the door once again and
listened closely as the girls talked. Amy said to Cindy,
"Too bad Chris' mother showed up, you won't get to drive
him home."

Before Cindy could answer, Barbara broke in, "Yeah,
what's up with that? How come you're dating a sophomore?
Is it true love?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Well, according to her it's true sex. She claims that
he's hung like this," Amy said as she stuck her arm out,
clenched her fist and grabbed her forearm half way
between wrist and elbow.

"Actually, he's more like this," said Cindy. She took
Amy's hand and moved it below her elbow.

"Ooooo..." chorused the girls cynically, and then they
all laughed.

"Yeah, yeah," said Cindy. "As if you all could handle
it."

"Are you willing to share?" asked Gina, sounding at least
semi-serious.

"Lord knows, he's got more than I need," said Cindy.

As the other girls began to kid Cindy about her lack of
feminine powers, a thought came to Heather. Just how many
girls could he handle? She whispered to Chris, "Stay
quiet, I'll tell you when the coast is clear." She waited
until none of the girls was looking her way, and then
Heather slipped out of the closet. She stepped behind a
set of lockers out of view of the girls. She coughed
loudly, and strolled around the corner into the view of
the girls as if she had just walked in.

"Oh hi," she called out. "I thought I'd look around the
old school while I was waiting for Chris."

"Hi Ms Malone," said Cindy. She introduced Heather to the
other girls.

They talked for a minute and then Heather suggested, "I
heard one of you girls say something about getting
something to eat when I came in. Why don't you come by my
house? We can have snacks and chat. I don't get to meet
many of Chris' friends."

"Well, I don't know." began Cindy.

"Oh we'd love to see more of Chris," interjected Gina.
The girls snickered.

In the end, Barbara had to beg off, she was expected at
home. But the other girls were glad to take Heather's
money and go for snacks. They agreed to meet at her
house.

After the girls left, Heather retrieved Chris from the
closet and soon they were in her car on the way home.
Chris said, "What's the deal, Mom? I thought you got out
of work early so we could have the afternoon together."

Heather didn't want to admit that the thought of Chris
thoroughly banging one hot babe after another was making
her pussy cream and throb. She didn't quite understand it
herself. She gave Chris a wicked little grin and said,
"Hey, I've got Cindy coming over and two other pretty
little things who think you're a stud, I thought you
would be pleased."

"Ahhh..." said Chris.

"Amy and Gina pass inspection, don't they?"

"Nothing wrong with those two, Mom."

Nothing at all, thought Heather. Cindy was a five foot
tall little doll with long red hair. Amy looked more like
the cheerleader type. She was tall - a bit on the thin
side, but very blonde and very pretty. Gina was slightly
taller than Cindy. She had curly dark hair and a lush,
full figure.

The girls were waiting when Heather pulled into her
driveway, and soon they were all sitting around her
kitchen table eating chips and dip and sodas. In fifteen
minutes Heather heard more about the school and its
teachers and its little intrigues from the girls than
Chris was willing to impart in a year. But she didn't
forget why she had enticed the girls here in the first
place. She caught Chris' eye and then looked pointedly at
Cindy and then slightly nodded her head toward the door.

Chris took the hint. "Hey Cindy, can you come down to my
room? There're some math problems I'm having trouble
with."

"Sure," she said and in a few seconds they were safely in
Chris' bedroom.

The instant the door closed, Chris grabbed her and
planted a big, sloppy kiss on her mouth.

Cindy pushed herself away and said, "Hey, there's a house
full of people out there."

"Don't tell me that doesn't turn you on."

Cindy didn't want to admit that that was exactly what was
on her mind. The thought of his big cock sawing in and
out of her pussy had kept her squirming in her seat all
day. She said, "I just don't want to get caught. Your
mother might throw me out forever. We wouldn't want
that."

Chris moved his hands to her breasts and began to fondle
them. "I got news for you. She knows about us, and I
think it's a turn on for her. In fact, I think she
invited you and your cheerleader buddies with something
like this in mind."

Cindy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She admired
Heather. Not only was she beautiful and successful,
Heather was close to her son without trying to control
and suffocate him. But was she so close that it got
weird? Cindy mulled that over for a second and realized
that she found it exciting as well.

She grinned up at Chris as she grabbed the belt around
his waist and loosened it. Then she pulled his pants away
from his flat tummy. She placed her hand under his
erection that was stretched out to his hip, and slid it
upwards until the head of his cock was above his
beltline.

This was a little game that they played, and Chris liked
it. He spread his legs and then Cindy straddled the hard
muscle of his left thigh. As she hunched her pussy
against his leg, Cindy bumped and rubbed her breasts over
the head of his cock. There were some definite advantages
to having such a diminutive girlfriend.

"Do you think that we could get away with these moves at
a school dance?" Chris asked with a grin.

"Oh sure," answered Cindy. "Do the fuck, do the fuck, do
the dry fuck, baby," she sang to a hip-hop rhythm as she
swirled her crotch on Chris' leg. She could feel her
arousal growing by the second. She considered continuing
to an orgasm, but she wanted more, so she grabbed Chris'
belt once more, but this time she completely unfastened
the buckle.

It took Chris all of thirty seconds to jump out of his
clothes. He had to wait for Cindy to peel off her
skintight jeans. Then she spread her legs and rested her
hands on Chris' bed. He approached Cindy's lovely, heart
shaped ass. His cock leaked a steady stream of precum and
Chris used the clear liquid to lubricate his cock-head.
He slicked up Cindy's pussy lips and then slipped his
fingers inside. He loved the hot, wet, silky feel of
Cindy's tight, little pussy. Perhaps it was because he
knew what his dick was going to feel like in a minute.

He found Cindy's g-spot and pulsed it with his fingertip.
Cindy moaned with the sensation, but she really didn't
need foreplay, "Cock.stick it in me now," she demanded.

Chris was more than ready. He bent his cock down and with
a well-practiced little move he popped his big cock-head
into her clinging pussy. He pushed a dozen inches of
throbbing cock meat into Cindy. He had more, but he knew
this was as much she wanted. He began to jiggle his hips,
working his cock like it was a live, vibrating dildo.

Cindy moved her ass in circles, making sure that Chris'
cock stretched and prodded every square inch of her wet
pussy. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it so
that she wouldn't be alerting the immediate world that
she was being thoroughly screwed. In a few seconds her
muffled screams signaled one orgasm and then another. She
was in the midst of a third orgasm when then she felt
Chris' cock swell even larger and then she felt the
pulses of cum that overfilled her pussy and dripped down
her legs.

Chris grabbed a tee shirt and cleaned the sexual juices
off both he and Cindy as best he could, but Cindy didn't
seem satisfied with his efforts. As she struggled back
into her jeans, Cindy said, "I'm going to the bathroom,
don't bother to get dressed, I'll be right back."

Chris jumped on his bed. As he lay back against two large
pillows he said, "Hurry back, we'll do it again." Chris
grinned at his girlfriend as he stroked his cock back to
full hardness.

Cindy gave him a sly smile and said, "Lots more sex this
afternoon." She stepped down the hall and into the
bathroom, but instead of returning to Chris' room, she
quietly slipped back to the kitchen.

"Did you help Chris with his problem?" asked Heather as
Cindy entered the room.

"Yeah, we brought his first problem to a successful
climax," said Cindy. She had trouble keeping a straight
face. "But he has another one that's long and hard, why
don't you two help him with that one?" she said as she
caught Gina's eye.

Gina looked quizzically at Cindy. Using the words climax,
hard and long in connection with Chris brought only one
thing to her mind and it wasn't math. "Go ahead," said
Cindy, "you'll find it interesting."

"I'll stay here; I suck at math," said Amy as she
crunched another chip. She had been oblivious to all the
byplay.

Gina stood and practically dragged Amy out of her chair.
"You can lend moral support," she said as she pulled the
blonde out of the kitchen.

When the two girls had left, Cindy turned to Heather,
"Chris tells me that you're really.uh.informed about our
relationship."

"You mean do I know that you two screw like ultra-horny
rabbits? Yeah, Chris told me." Heather watched Cindy's
face turn a bright red. "You're both healthy and
certainly attractive young people; I guess it's just
natural."

"You're being really cool about this. Most parents would
flip out," said Cindy.

"I find the whole thing exciting," Heather said with a
sly smile.

Cindy returned her smile. "If we wait a few minutes, I
bet we can find something else pretty exciting in Chris'
room."

Chris glanced over his shoulder when he heard soft
footsteps in the doorway of his room. To his slight
surprise it wasn't Cindy returning for another round of
sex; it was her fellow cheerleaders, Amy and Gina.

Both girls stared wide-eyed at Chris' naked form. The
only sound in the room was their gasps of surprise and
the swish of Chris' hand as it moved along the length of
his cock. "Don't move!" cried out Amy.

"Well don't worry, I hadn't planned on raping anybody,"
said Chris.

"I mean be still," said Amy. She crossed over to the bed
and measured the length of Chris' cock with her forearm.
"Oh shit, I think it's even bigger than Cindy claimed it
was." She scurried back to stand with Gina who was busy
pulling off her shorts. Amy eyed her friend and said,
"What are you doing?"

With her eyes locked on Chris' throbbing member, Gina
said, "I'm going to fuck him raw. Why do you think Cindy
sent us in here?"

"But.but," Amy stuttered as she watched Gina jump on the
bed and tried to stuff the head of Chris' cock in her
pussy. She looked around, worried that someone might walk
in on them. "What am I going to do?" she said petulantly.

"If Chris is half the stud he seems to be, then I bet
he'll invite you to sit on his face."

Chris didn't move as Gina straddled his torso. Her
generous breasts swayed above his face as she struggled
with his cock. She tried a couple of times to slip it
into her dripping pussy, but she misjudged the length and
her lips ended up sliding down the shaft. Finally she
maneuvered the head into position and pushed. "Oh shit,"
she moaned. "It's like a ball moving through my cunt."

Amy had been standing beside the bed chewing on a
fingernail, not knowing what to do when Chris smiled and
winked at her. Gina was pounding her hips on his cock
like a mad woman and Amy could feel her own pussy lips
begin to swell and become moist. She struggled out of her
shorts and panties and did just what Gina had said, she
sat on Chris' face.

Heather and Cindy crept down the unlit, dim hallway to
Chris' room. The door to his room wouldn't close unless
someone forced it, so the two women were able to peek in.
They watched as Amy straddled Chris' face and hesitantly
lowered her pussy. His tongue flicked out and she gasped
as it flipped across her clit. Eager now, she ground her
pussy onto Chris' lips. "His tongue is fantastic," said
Amy to her friend.

"What do you mean his tongue?" whimpered Gina. "I can't
stop cumming on his cock."

Heather dragged her eyes away from the trio on the bed,
and looked over at Cindy. The girl was unconsciously
chewing on a knuckle and caressing her breast. When Cindy
noticed that she was being observed, she whispered,
"Isn't he fantastic?"

"He certainly is," said Heather with a conspiratorial
smile. "In fact," continued Heather, "I've begun to
wonder just how fantastic he can be."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he's never too tired or not interested in sex.
He's never the one to stop first."
Heather hesitated; she suddenly realized that she was
practically admitting her incest.

She glanced at Cindy, who just shrugged and said, "I kind
of figured. I mean, who can blame you?"

Heather motioned for Cindy to follow her. When they were
seated back at the kitchen table, Heather said, "Well,
now that we've got things out in the open. Let's talk how
many cums he's had today."

Cindy laughed. "OK," she said. "We did it in my car
before school. I gave him a blowjob. He says that he
wants to take the edge off his sexual tension before
school. He claims it helps him study."

"That little devil!" cried Heather.

"What's the matter?"

"That's exactly what he told me this morning," said
Heather.

"So you guys did it before he left for school this
morning?"

"Twice - once in bed and again in the shower," said
Heather.

Cindy shook her head. "Three times in the morning and
that barely got him to noon."

"Why noon?" asked Heather. "What happened at noon?"

"Have you met Ms Schmidt? She's one of our teachers."

"Yeah, I think so," said Heather. "She's an attractive
brunette - just out of college?"

Cindy nodded, "That's right. It seems that she gets these
pounding headaches almost every day. She spends her lunch
periods in her room with the door locked and all the
shades pulled down so that she can rest."

"And by rest I guess you mean that Chris is banging her
too," said Heather.

"Yeah, first Chris does me while she watches and sort of
warms up. Then Ms Schmidt plugs Chris' big cock into her
pussy and goes wild. I mean the woman cums like twice a
minute. Sometimes it's all Chris and I can do to make her
stop before class starts."

"So Chris came twice at noon today?" said Heather, trying
to confirm her count.

"Yeah, I think screwing his teacher gives Chris a charge.
He shot so much cum that you'd think he hadn't had sex in
a month."

Heather felt a shiver run up her spine. She was so horny
for her son's huge cock that her pussy felt absolutely
mushy. "So, I guess that's six times for Chris up until
right now," said Cindy.

"Actually, that would be seven," said Heather. She told
Cindy about Chris and her little adventure in the girl's
locker room.

"I thought you appeared out of practically nowhere,"
laughed Cindy.

At that moment there was a shrill laugh from the other
end of the house and they could clearly hear Amy say,
"Holy shit, what a load of cum." Loud shushing noises
followed.

"I guess we're up to eight," said Heather.

"Yeah, sounds like," agreed Cindy.

A few minutes later Amy and Gina appeared in the kitchen.
They both looked as if they had been through another
workout, and not just a cheerleading practice.

"How'd the math session go?" asked Heather innocently.

"It went great," said Gina. "I never would have thought
that Chris was so good at.math." Giggling, the girls
thanked Heather for the snacks and said their goodbyes.

Cindy and Heather were still in the kitchen when Chris
entered a minute later. He had put on a pair of baggy
running shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt. He saw that
the two women were looking at him with knowing little
smiles. "What have you guys been up to?" he asked.

"Oh we've been talking about school," said Heather.

"And orgasms," added Cindy.

"And orgasms at school," concluded Heather.

"I'm not too sure that I want my mother and my girlfriend
comparing notes."

"Too late," said Cindy. "We've already bonded." She
reached under Chris' shorts and after manipulating his
underwear, she pulled his cock into the open. Cindy
stuffed the oversized cock-head into her mouth and began
to suck furiously.

Heather watched as her son's cock lengthened and grew
back to its usual fantastic proportions. One thing was
for sure, he wasn't fucked out yet. Heather watched
Cindy's blowjob for a couple of minutes. Apparently she
intended to follow through to a climax - Chris'.

Heather stood and wrapped her arms around her son from
the rear. She slid her hands under his shirt ran her
fingers over his smoothly muscled chest and stomach. She
could feel his ab's flutter when Cindy's tongue hit a
particularly sensitive spot. "I want you to fuck me," she
whispered in his ear. "Right here in front of your
girlfriend, I want you to stuff that huge cock in my
tight.wet.pussy."

Her words had their desired effect. "Uhhh... here it
comes, here it comes," gasped Chris. His eyes closed and
his head tilted back. A second later he filled Cindy's
hot mouth with shot after shot of creamy cum.

After the contractions in his cock died away, Chris took
a couple of deep breaths and opened his eyes. He was
treated to the sight of his mother's pussy practically
vibrating as she leaned over the kitchen table. Chris
didn't hesitate. He pulled his cock, which was still
dripping with cum, from his girlfriend's mouth and eased
it into his mother's eager pussy.

No matter how many times it happened, Heather could never
get over how Chris' cock filled her pussy from top to
bottom, side to side and end to end. She was so wet and
slick that he was able to begin shagging his hip right
away. It felt like the world's biggest vibrator was
making her clit and g-spot ring like a bell.

She started cumming almost immediately. She turned her
head and saw Cindy huddled -feet up - in her chair. She
had reached around her leg and was pounding her pussy
with the fingers of one hand, while she wildly fingered
her clit with the other. Cindy had that half surprised,
half glazed look on her face that meant she was
experiencing one long extended orgasm as she watched
Chris hammer his mother's pussy.

Heather had a half dozen orgasms before she felt Chris'
cock swell and explode in her cunt. It was his fourth cum
in an hour - his tenth for the day and he was still
pumping out so much cum that she could feel the hot,
liquid pulses in her pussy.

Everyone cleaned up, and soon they were seated around the
kitchen table once again. Chris began to eat the chips
and dip practically with both hands. "Chris honey, don't
fill up on that junk. I'm going to start supper in a few
minutes," said Heather. Chris slowed his munching to a
more leisurely pace. "Cindy, why don't you eat with us?"

"I'd love to," said Cindy. She put her hand in Chris' lap
and slid her palm along the length of his erection. She
grinned at Chris. "Why don't we have a little fun while
your mom cooks dinner? Then after we eat, I can clean up
while you guys.you know."

Chris eyed his girlfriend and then his mother. "Are you
two trying to wear me out or something?"

Cindy said, "Guys stay horny all the time. But if a
couple of girls want a little sex, then suddenly it's a
conspiracy. Of course if you're too tired."

"No, no," said Chris. He stood up, dusting the salty
remnants of the chips from his hands. His cock was
tenting the front of his shorts once again. "I'm ready;
it sounds like a plan to me."

As they left the room, Heather and Cindy exchanged winks
behind Chris' back.