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Peter, Mom and me.

I lived in a small mid-west town from my birth until the age of twenty-three
when I went travelling in Europe. This story happened to me when I was nineteen.
My parents ran a small guesthouse that took in some permanent guests and
travelling salesmen. I say my parents ran the guesthouse; in fact my mother ran
it whilst my father earned a living as an IT hardware engineer. This job meant
that he was often away for a few days at a time. I therefore did my best to lend
a hand, tidying and maintaining the place, to help my mother.

Let me describe my mother and myself. Mom was and still is a petite, attractive
brunette with slightly boyish looks, enhanced by her liking for bobbed
hairstyles. She is slim and naturally athletic looking being 5' 4" and with a
figure most twenty-year olds would die for. I myself am 5' 11", sandy haired,
slim & fit. Nothing special to look at but generally okay, you could say.

I considered myself to be heterosexual and had, by the age of nineteen, had a
good deal of sex with a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. Generally I am
happy with my own company but by no means a loner. I do however have a great
interest in all things sexual and have from an early age. I enjoy sex magazines,
porn videos and generally fantasising about sex in all its forms. I have never
thought of myself as obsessed; I simply have the high sex drive of a regular
young man. I suppose if there is anything unusual about me it is that I am a
sexual hedonist when it comes to both viewing and fantasising about sex. For me
anything goes; hetero, gay, lesbian, bi, consensual, non-consensual, and even
bestial. The only exceptions I make are that I'm not into S&M or anything that
involves children.

Anyway, back to the story of how the arrival of a new guest and subsequent
events put all my fantasies into the shade.

One Saturday morning Mom told me that a man had phoned to arrange accommodation
on a semi-permanent basis. He was coming into town to do some contract work at a
local surveyors office and wanted to stay at least three weeks and maybe longer
depending how his work went. Mom said that she had told him a room would be
ready for him that afternoon. She then told me his name was Peter and that she
was going to put him in the attic room and asked that I make sure the room was
all in order since it hadn't had a guest in it for the last six months. I
checked it out after lunch, opened up the windows to let it air through, fixed a
broken bulb and generally gave it a clean through. Mom then made up the bed with
fresh linen.

Peter arrived around four o'clock after a seven-hour car journey. He was in his
late thirties, very slightly overweight but was clean and smart in appearance.
However there was something about him, a look in his eye, the way he carried
himself, something different but I couldn't put my finger on it. He hadn't even
unpacked when he asked if he could bath to freshen up. I must admit that I
thought this was a little strange. Most guests at least had a look around the
house and yard, grabbed a coffee and chatted a little before settling in and
taking baths, but not Peter; he wanted a bath straight away. Mum showed him
along the corridor to the bathroom and I followed behind. I could see that Peter
was taking a good look at Mom's ass which I have to say looked pretty good in a
pair of tight stretch-jeans. Don't get me wrong. I didn't make a habit of
looking at my Mom sexually, it's just there was no denying, she had a great
arse!

Intrigued by the new arrival and knowing he would be in the bath for at least
twenty minutes, I decided to take a quick look in his room and maybe sneak a
peek in his bag. I didn't make a habit of such things but just occasionally
human nature gets the better of us all and on occasion I would take a little
look at guests personal belongings. It told more about a person in a few minutes
than hours of polite conversation over dinner ever did. I always left things
straight and never ever took anything - it wasn't about stealing, just being
nosy.

I unzipped Peter's bag, which was left on the bed. On top was the usual stuff; a
couple of pairs of pants, three shirts, t-shirts, underwear and toiletries. I
figured I'd find some porn mags since most of our male guests seemed to arrive
with some late-night reading material. Sure enough there were a few mags that
looked pretty interesting. At the bottom of his bag were two smaller zip bags.
One was obviously a camera bag and when I looked it contained a compact video
camera. The other was more intriguing; a small wash-bag. I unzipped this and
looked inside. To my utter surprise it contained a strap-on dildo, about ten
inches long. What in earth was Peter carrying a strap-on dildo in his bags when
everything else about his belongings seemed so ordinary?

I re-zipped the dildo bag and checked the clock. I had only been in Peter's room
for 3 or 4 minutes; time to take a quick peek at the mags. The first was a
regular sex mag, plenty of nice girls, all solo. The second was better. It
featured men and women having really good hard sex with plenty of penetration
and cum shots. I made a mental note to come back and borrow it one day when
Peter was at work. The third and final mag was really different. It featured an
older women, maybe late thirties or early forties, and a young guy. The text was
a story board to go with the pictures and laid out that the women was the young
guy's mom. This was really good with the young guy spying on his mother and then
getting it on with her in the kitchen. I had never really fantasised about
incest but this story was really getting me hard. I couldn't help thinking of my
own Mom and what it might be like to fuck her. I had seen her tits when she was
sun bathing from time to time but never anything else. I started to rub my dick
through my chinos and felt the dampness of pre-cum in my jockeys. As I rubbed I
just knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out for long. I checked the clock
again - fifteen minutes gone - Peter would surely be finishing soon and I had to
get out of his room. Sod it just look at a few more pages, I thought. I was
entranced and on the verge of cumming and I hadn't even got my dick out. I
quickly undid my fly, grabbed my dick out of my shorts and, massaging the
pre-cum into the head jerked myself. I started to come instantly and buckets
just spewed all over my hand. I hadn't even prepared by grabbing a kleenex. In
the back of my mind I knew I had to get out quick or be caught.

"Found what you're looking for?" I swung round to see Peter entering the room
with a towel round his waist and carrying his clothes. I had blown it in more
ways than one. I instantly flushed with embarrassment. What the fuck could I
say, caught with a fist full of cum in a guest's room and his personal property
spread all over the bed. I blurted out "Oh god, sorry... I couldn't help it...I...I "
or some such crap. Peter remained unnervingly calm. "Do you always treat your
guest's belongings like this?" he said. "No, never....I just took a peek, and..."
Peter cut me off and told me to stop mumbling. "You know I am going to have to
tell your mother, and then find alternative accommodation, don't you", he said.
"No, for god sake don't tell my Mom, It won't ever happen again, I promise,
please don't tell Mom", I pleaded. I was still stood with dick in hand and cum
dripping onto the floor - utter humiliation.

Peter's mood then changed. He suddenly changed from cool to severe. "If you
don't want me to tell your Mom then you're going have to make amends and that
means doing whatever I say during my stay here. Do you understand?" he demanded.
"Sure", I said, "I'll do chores for you, go shopping to the mall, whatever you
want".

"What I want is not fucking chores doing you little wanker, what I want is much
more personal than that, are you still on for the deal or do I tell your Mom?",
he said. "I'm on for the deal", I replied. I knew Peter would only be with us
for a few weeks and figured anything he might want would be better than my Mom
finding out what I had been upto in Peter's room.

I went to cover myself and tuck my dick back into by pants. "You can start right
now" said Peter. "Leave your dick out and drop your pants and shorts to the
floor, Now!" he instructed. What the fuck! I couldn't believe he wanted my to
drop my pants and said, "oh come on, I'll do other things, chores errands, you
know".

"Not good enough, you agreed to the deal, now drop your pant or get out and
suffer the consequences", he said.

I knew I was lost. I fumbled at my belt and slowly undid it and my pants. They
dropped to the floor. "And the shorts", he said. I slowly pulled my shorts down
to my ankles and then stood up covering my dick with both hands. I could feel it
was beginning to get semi-hard again and didn't want Peter to see that my
situation was getting me excited. I could see Peter's dick had started to tent
under his towel and realised the situation was getting him hot to.

Peter closed the door and removed his towel. His dick sprung up straight. It was
a good 8" long and un-cut. Peter wrapped his fist around it and gently pulled
his skin back and forth. "If you like to wank in guest's rooms then you can go
it again now", he said. "I can't", I said, "I've only just come". "Then you'd
better work hard to come again for me, or the deals off", he replied. I placed
my hand around my dick and started to wank slowly. My dick was getting hard but
the situation was making me nervous and I didn't think I would be able to come.
Peter obviously realised this and started to talk to me about the magazine he
had caught me with. He asked me if I liked the incest story and whether it made
me think of my own mother. Whether I had ever seen her nude and if I ever wanked
when thinking about her. I said no, but just Peter saying such things had made
me start to think of my Mom as I jerked myself off in front of another man and
one that I had only met an hour before.

"Come on, you little slut fuck, wank harder, harder, milk yourself for me, I
want to see you spray your cum again", Peter said as he continued to wank
himself faster. I could feel my own orgasm coming and was no longer trying to
cover myself in anyway. I stood proudly in front of him, a total stranger,
wanking for all I was worth and thinking of fucking my own mother. Peter
obviously realised the effect the magazine had had on me and what I was thinking
about. "So you want to fuck your own Mother just like the story do you?", "You
want her to suck you and fuck you and take your cum do you", he said. "Yes, oh
yes", I said as I started to feel my cum rising. "Oh god I want to fuck my
mother and spray her with cum", I shouted as my cum started to spray, burst
after burst across the floor. As I subsided Peter approached me and told me to
kneel down. My god he didn't want me to suck him did he. No, Peter just stood in
front of my face and continued to wank. Coolly and calmly he started come and
directed each spurt into my face and hair and across my chest. I realised
afterwards that this was designed to add to my humiliation and his dominance of
me.

As I stood up, Peter looked at me and said, "Don't worry, you will get to fuck
your Mother before I leave, but it will be on my terms and in front of me", he
said.

"I can't, I can't fuck my Mom ever", I said.

"Oh believe me, you can and you will when I say so and you won't have to wait
too long, now get out of my room, I'll shout for you when I want you again", he
said.

With that I gathered my clothes and ran quickly down the single flight of stairs
to my own room, to get cleaned up and reflect on what had just happened. Did he
mean it about Mom?


..........................................................................................


Peter, Mom and Me Pt II.

When Peter arrived home from his work, it was about 4pm. My Mom was in the yard
tidying up and I was in the lounge reading. As soon as I heard Peter walk into
the hallway, I felt a stirring in my loins. I wondered if he would be requiring
me to do anything for him today. In some ways I hoped not, I hoped that
yesterday's events would never be mentioned again. Another part of me however
wanted him to take things further.

Peter opened the lounge door and immediately stopped me wondering. "I'm going to
my room to freshen-up, be there in five minutes and don't keep me waiting", he
said abruptly. With that he walked out of the room and directly upstairs. I
waited a couple of minutes, with butterflies in my stomach and a sense of great
excitement. I checked out of the window to ensure Mom was still in the yard and
then proceeded up to the top floor of the house where Peter's room was. I
knocked the door and waited.

"Come in", shouted Peter.

I slowly entered the room and firmly shut the door behind me. "Do you want it
locked?", I asked.

"That's up to you", said Peter, "Do you want others to see us yet?", he added.

The `yet' got me worried again. Peter obviously planned at some time that what
was currently our secret was going to be made known to others. Did he still have
my Mom in mind? I decided to lock the door and having done so asked Peter what
he wanted.

"Oh, nothing special today" he said, "just a little show from you and then we
will talk about your Mother". Peter sat in the single chair in the corner of his
room, lit a cigarette and then told me to undress. I asked him what he wanted me
to take off and he said that it was to be everything today. I removed my shirt
and shoes and then unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. Having done so I
stood quietly, hoping he would not demand I remove all my clothes, although he
had already said everything should come off.

"The shorts aswell" he said.

I pulled my shorts to the floor and removed them. My dick was fully erect
already and straining with every pumping of my heart.

"I see you like our little deal", said Peter. He then stood up removed his own
pants and shorts and sat back down in his chair. I could see his dick also fully
erect and glistening; he was almost ready to come for god's sake. Peter
instructed that this time I lay on the floor to masturbate. I duly laid down a
few feet from his chair and started to wank. Slowly at first and then gently
speeding up. Peter also started to rub his own cock.

"Lift your knees and put a finger in your arse", Peter instructed. I was truly
submissive to this man and enjoying every moment of it. I raised my knees to my
stomach and inserted my index finger into my arse. "No finger fuck yourself
while you wank", he said. Peter himself just continued to wank himself slowly
and with great control. As I was becoming frantic with the lust of the situation
he seemed to remain so cool and collected.

"What are you thinking of?" he said, "Are you thinking of your Mother again?"
That's exactly what I was think of, my own dear, gorgeous, petite, sexy, Mom. I
was imagining fucking her hard and fast. I was imagining her screams of lust as
she begged me to push harder whilst at the same time exclaiming how wrong it was
tat her son should be fucking her. I told Peter exactly what I was thinking as I
pumped harder and faster.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming", I shouted, as I pumped a huge load of semen into the
air and down onto myself. The first spurts hit my face and hair. The rest rained
down onto my stomach and chest. I was covered. I started to raise myself from
the floor but Peter instructed that I should remain on the floor. As yesterday
he approached me and continued his own masturbation. He continued to pump his
straining dick and then came in half a dozen long spurts. This time he directed
it all at my crotch. My dick and balls were drenched in his spunk whilst the
rest of me dribbled with my own. Once again Peter had made no attempt to touch
me.

"Now stand up and put your clothes back on", he said.

"Can I clean up first?", I asked.

"No, put your clothes straight on", Peter instructed.

I put my shorts, pants and shirt back on over the top of my spunk drenched body.
It was slimy and sticky as I stood in front of Peter with the mess coming
through in wet patches.

Peter remained naked from the waist down and sat back down in his chair.

"Now we need to talk about your Mother", he said. "I want to see you fuck her
and I know from your lust-full ranting that you want the same".

I made no attempt to pretend otherwise, but said, "There's no way I could ever
make the move on Mom, what he she didn't want it, the whole thing could be a
disastrous mistake".

"Don't worry", said Peter, here's what you do. "Does your Mother ever tidy your
room?" he asked.

"Yeah, everyday as she does the rest of the house", I said.

"Does see know you read porn?".

"I'm sure she does but as long as I don't leave mags and vids lying around she
says nothing about it", I responded as my own spunk dribbled down my face.

"Right", he said "take the incest mag I found you wanking over yesterday and
make sure you leave it somewhere in your room that she will find it. You have to
make sure however that you `strike while the irons hot'. I am taking tomorrow
off work so leave the mag for her tomorrow morning and let me know as soon as
she finds it."

He then said that he wouldn't `require' me anymore today,. I returned to my room
with the mag which I spent the evening ready over and over whilst fantasizing
about what was to come and masturbating at least three more times before I went
to bed.

..........................................................................................


Peter, Mom and Me Pt III.

The next morning I thought about what Peter had instructed me to do with the
incest mag. Should I leave it for my Mom to find? What would be the consequences
if she genuinely didn't approve of such material. I loved my Mom and didn't want
to upset our relationship just to do what Peter instructed. However the
possibility that I might get to fuck my Mom was too great an attraction. I
decided that I would do as instructed.

Once I was up I carefully left the mag under my pillow with just a corner
exposed. I knew my Mom would find it but the thought of her reaction made me so
nervous as to nearly be sick.

Mom usually tidied the house around 10am and did my room last at about 11.00.
Just before 11.00, I climbed the last flight of stairs onto the top floor from
where I could look down on my bedroom door through the stair rails. From here I
could also go to Peters room unnoticed.

At just gone 11.00 Mom made her way up the 1st floor stairs and into my room.
Once she was inside, I quietly made my way down the small flight of stairs from
the 2nd floor and peeked through the door jar into my room. Mom was generally
tidying around and then vacuumed the rug. My heart was beating so fast. She then
approached my bed and started to straighten the covers. As she did so I saw her
catch site of the mag and take it out from under my pillow. At first she just
put it on the bed. Did she think it was just another porn mag? Would she simply
slide it under by bed where she must have known I kept my other mags? I couldn't
believe the tension I felt.

Having finished the bed linen Mom picked up the mag. This was it, the moment of
truth. Mom sat down on the bed and opened the mag. Oh my god!, I thought, my
heart raced.

Mom suddenly closed the mag. She had obviously quickly gathered from the text
what it depicted - a young man fucking his mother. Was she too shocked? She
looked over her shoulder to satisfy herself that she was alone. Just as I
thought all was lost, Mom picked the mag back up and started to read.

I quickly retreated upstairs to Peter's room and knocked quietly on the door.
Peter answered the door and I immediately told him that Mom had taken the bait
and was reading the mag as we spoke.

"Excellent", he said and led us both quietly back down the stairs to spy on my
mother.

When we approach my bedroom door we could see that Mom was intently reading the
incest mag. As we watched she raised her hand to her blouse and gently
unbuttoned it down to her waist. With her left hand she started to caress her
nipples through the material of her bra. As she read on she was clearly becoming
more and more turned on. Peter nudged me and smiled. We continued to watch as
Mom removed her blouse completely and unclipped her bra. She let it fall from
her small breasts and place it on the bed. Both her hands were now caressing and
pinching her nipples and she lay out stretched on my bed and moaned gently.

As Peter and I both became excited by the vision before us, we both got our
dicks out and started to masturbate. I could barely keep myself form spurting
then and there on the landing.

Mom then stood up and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them to the floor and
stepped out of them. She lay back down on my bed and continued to read the mag
whilst her left hand went inside her knickers and started to rub her mound. She
then turned on her back and, raising her knees, proceeded to slide her knickers
off with her moist cunt in full view of Peter and myself. She then pushed two
fingers into her cunt and started to frig herself as she turned the pages before
her.

I started to feel my cum rising. Peter realised and grabbed my arm. He whispered
to me that now was the time. He prompted me to go into my room where my own
mother was now frantically frigging herself to orgasm on my bed. My lust was at
boiling point watching Mom's show as I stuffed my rock hard dick back into my
pants and walked boldly in on my Mom.

"My God!", my Mom screamed as she realised, that like myself two days before,
she had been caught masturbating in someone else's room with no time to hide the
fact of what she had been doing. She grabbed the bed linen around her and
started to say over and over again how sorry she was and how she hadn't meant to
be doing what she was doing. "Oh god, Oh god", she kept repeating.

I immediately sat down on the bed next to Mom and apologised for leaving my porn
lying around. "No, no", she said, "it was my fault for looking at your private
stuff. I just couldn't help myself, it was so sexy", she said.

"You found that mag sexy Mom?", I asked. "You liked the boy fucking his own
mother did you?".

"Oh god, yes", she said, "I couldn't believe it, the thought of something so
naughty, so risky just got me so hot so quickly, I couldn't help myself - I'm so
sorry".

I grabbed the bed lien and started to pull it from my mother. "It needn't be
just fantasy Mom", I said as I slowly exposed her hot, naked body. Her pussy was
still wet from her frigging and her tiny nipples were fully erect. She was still
totally on heat. I dragged the bed line entirely off her and then leaving her
fully exposed I stood and removed my clothes. She said nothing as I got naked
and stood before her with my dick as ranging hard as it had ever been in my
life. Pre-cum was pouring from its head.

"We can't do this", she said, "It's so wrong, you're my son!"

As she made this vain objection she parted her legs and exposed her pussy to me.
It was literally dripping. Forgetting all about Peter I walked to the head of
the bed and grabbed the back of Moms head. I thrust me dick towards her mouth
and forced her lips open with my cock-head. She obliged and took my full length
into her mouth and started to frantically suck. I was so turned on I cam almost
instantly gushing my full load into her mouth so quickly that it dribbled from
the sides of her mouth and dribbled onto her breasts. Her mouth was so full she
was nearly gagging. As I withdrew spunk poured from her mouth onto her stomach
and down onto her pussy.

I then positioned myself between my Mom's legs and started to suck at her cunt.
My tongue went deep into her body and she screamed at me not to stop. She was
possessed with lust. As I got instantly hard again I position my dick head on my
Mom's pussy lips and started to enter her petite writhing body. I pushed hard
into her and started to fuck her. She bucked her hips toward me to meet every
thrust and clung onto my back with clenched fingers.

It was so quick, so frantic and so dirty. My own mother was reaching orgasm as I
emptied my second load of spunk deep inside her body.

Just at the moment of mutual orgasm Peter entered the room and my Mom screamed.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?".

Peter looked at me and said, "I told you your horning bitch Mother would love to
be fucked by her son".

My mother looked at me and swore, "You knew he was watching, you set this all up
you bastard".

"I m so sorry Mom", I said, "but I just couldn't resist you. You are so sexy and
I had to have you whatever the cost. I needed to fuck you and I think you
enjoyed every minute of it".
Before Mom could say anything else Peter said, "Stop worrying, no one will ever
know about our secret".

"Our secret!" shouted Mom. "What the fuck were you doing watching?".

Peter's tone changed; "Shut the fuck up women, you fucked your son and I watched
the whole thing. So now you belong to me as much as he does. If you don't like
that then just say the word and I'll happily tell all to your husband. Otherwise
get your precious son to explain the deal to you and I'll see you both
tomorrow". With that he turned and left the room.



..........................................................................................


Peter, Mom and Me Pt IV

My Mom and me both sat naked on my bed covered in the sweat of our first fuck
together and in utter silence. Peter had made it clear to my Mom that he now
considered her part of `the deal' and then simply walked out having watched our
entire fuck session. I didn't know where to begin and Mom seemed so shocked by
what had just happened, between her and me and with Peter, that she simple sat
there.

I knew I had to say something. I wanted her to know that I hadn't set her up
just to save myself from Peter `spilling the beans' about catching me wanking. I
had set her up, yes; but it was because I wanted her so bad, I thought she was
the most gorgeous, sexiest women on the planet and the fact that she was my own
Mother just added to the lust I felt for her. Sure Peter had driven the
situation but I was a willing partner.

I started to talk and told her that I loved her and that I didn't mean to do
anything to hurt her. I just wanted her so bad and Peter had given me the
opportunity.

Mom interrupted me, "So what's this deal you have going with Peter, have you
done some sort of trade with me?", she said.

"No, no", I said, "I wouldn't trade you like some $10 crack whore. It's just
Peter saw an opportunity to make it happen".

"What opportunity?", she asked, "Why and how the hell is Peter involved in
this?"

I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about Peter and me. I told my Mom
that Peter had caught me in his room going through his stuff and had kinda
blackmailed me into subsequent events.

Mom said,"If all that happened was Peter catching you going through is bag then
why didn't you tell me, sure it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through
their personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad. I have to admit
that on occasion I have done it myself", she said.

Mom clearly knew there was more to it than just my snooping. I decided to tell
her everything, from start to finish. For god sake we had just fucked each
other, surely she wasn't going to be too concerned that I had been caught
wanking over Peter's porn mags.

I started to recount the events that had led up to us fucking. Mom made me go
into every detail, how I had re-acted, how I had frigged my self on command, how
I had twice left Peter's room dripping in spunk, and finally how this had led to
Peter and I setting Mom up to find the incest mag and my fucking her. Mom was
obviously getting turned on again as I re-countered the story. She asked me what
it had been like to masturbate in front of a stranger, what it felt like to have
Peter come all over me and to describe in detail my thoughts of fucking her as I
had performed for Peter. As I did so right Mom's hand started gently massaging
her clit whilst her left hand caressed her breasts and nipples.

"Oh god, it's just all so sexy", she said, "Just the thought of what's been
going on under my nose".

I was getting hard again as I recounted my story. Mom grabbed by cock and pulled
up and down on the shaft.

"Fuck me son, fuck me again, please", she begged. I lent across and inserted my
index finger into her cunt and began to finger fuck her.

"How do you want me?", she said.

I held her small hips and turned her on her stomach. "Over the side of the bed,
doggy", I responded.

Mom gently slid of the bed and onto her knees with her shoulders and arms
stretched over the bed. I massaged the moisture left from our last fuck over the
head of my cock and knelt behind her. Her cunt was moist and dripping my first
load down her inner thigh. Her arse hole was beautifully exposed to me. I place
my thumb against her arsehole and my dick on her pussy lips. Then I inserted my
thumb into her beautiful arse and my cock into her pussy at the same time. Mom
bucked at this double penetration, then relaxed and let me enter her slowly and
softly. Once my dick was fully in her she told me to fuck her hard and fast.

"Hard, fast and dirty is how I always want our sex to be", she said as I started
to pump her frantically. "What we've now got together is never going to stop,
not even when Peter is a distant memory. I love you fucking me and I want it to
continue. Who knows what adventures we may have in the future together and maybe
from time to time with our paying guests".

I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did Mom want me now, in the heat of the
moment, she wanted to make it a regular thing. I hadn't even considered getting
other guests involved in the future but Mom's mind was already thinking ahead.

I pumped as hard and as fast as I could into my Mom with both my dick and thumb.
With my other hand I massaged her little titties. She bucked and swore as she
reached orgasm after orgasm. Once again I didn't last long but that was the way
Mom seemed to like it. I shouted that I was cumming.

"Not inside me!", Mom shouted, "I want you to spray my back and arse with your
spunk. Cover me with your juices".

I pulled out and wanked the last few strokes to a fantastic orgasm. I couldn't
believe how much spunk I was producing. Spurt after spurt covered my Moms back
and arse and dripped down between her thighs.

Mom rolled over and sat on the floor. "We must do whatever Peter wants of us
during his stay with us", she panted, "We can't afford to have him talk to your
father and spoil everything", she insisted.

As Mom started to get up and gather her clothes I couldn't resist taking a leaf
from Peter's book. "Don't get dressed or cleaned up", I said, "I want you to
walk out of here and down the corridor to your room just as you are, naked and
dripping in spunk".

"I can't do that son", she said, "What if any of our other guests were to see
me?".

"That's the whole point", I said, "The risk of it all, and anyway we only have
two other guest at the moment so the chances of being seen are only small. Now
go for it Mom and don't run, I want you to walk slowly down the corridor,
dripping my cum all the way to your room".

Mom did just as instructed and we both then waited in anticipation of Peter's
next instructions. Hopefully we would not have to wait too long.



..........................................................................................


Peter, Mom and Me Pt V

The next morning I went down to breakfast to find Mom in the kitchen making
coffee. I immediately asked her if she had seen Peter and whether he had said
anything. She said that the only person she had seen that morning was Susan Gray
and that she was outside sitting in the early morning sun having some coffee.
Susan was in her late twenties and was staying with us for a couple of weeks
whilst attending a nursing seminar at a local hospital complex.

I kissed Mom quickly and whispered that I hadn't been able to stop thinking
about the events of yesterday.
At that moment Peter entered the room. He sat down at the kitchen table and Mom
and I politely said "Good Morning". We were both a little embarrassed because we
didn't know how Peter was going to treat us or whether we should mention the
situation. My Mom passed Peter a mug of coffee and then wandered back over to
the sink, which had a window in front looking out over the yard.

Then Peter spoke, "Has your son explained the `deal'?, he enquired of my mother.

Mom sheepishly turned round to face both Peter and I, she glanced at me for
approval and then said that I had indeed explained the deal and that under the
circumstances she was prepared to go along with it under the condition that
Peter said nothing to my Father.

"A very wise move.", Peter said, "I'm sure neither you, nor your son will regret
it and as an honourable man you have my word that your husband will not get to
hear of our agreement". He went onto say, "I suggest we start right now!".

"What do you mean right now?, said Mom, "its breakfast time and I still have to
tidy round, and Susan Gray is still here, and.....". Peter raised his hand to stop
her.

"The deal is, as I am sure your son told you, that you do what I want when I
want. I don't tolerate excuses or objections. Now I shall ask you once again:-
Do you understand and accept the deal?".

Mom responded sheepishly that she did and that she would not argue with Peter's
instructions again.

"Right", said Peter, "then as I said, we shall start right now."

He turned to me and told me to fuck my Mother then and there.

"What on the kitchen floor?" I asked.

"No", he said, "Standing at the kitchen sink. You will fuck her from behind,
bent over the sink."

"What if Susan comes back into the kitchen?" I said.

"That's your risk", Peter said, "Not mine. Now proceed as your are instructed."

I walked the few paces to my mother who looked into my eyes and then
submissively turned to face out of the kitchen window. I held her shoulders and
could feel her trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear, presumably of
being seen by Susan. I checked through the window and Susan seemed quite settled
in the yard. I figured we had plenty of time and my cock was already straining
to be set free from my pants.

"Lift your Mother's skirt up around her waist and pull her knickers down to her
knees", Peter instructed, "Do not remove them!", he added.

I did as instructed. My Mom stood quite still as I exposed her small arse and
thighs to Peter's gaze. I gently pushed her forward over the sink, unzipped my
fly and pulled out by cock.

I looked over to Peter for his approval to proceed. He nodded slightly and I
turned back to Mom and slowly pushed my cock head into her pussy. Her knees bent
as I entered her but I grabbed her hips and lifted her back up. I then proceed
to fuck her slowly and firmly. Mom was really too petite to be fucked over the
sink, with each thrust her feet nearly lifted from the floor. This however made
my penetration deeper and deeper. It was so good.

Mom started to ride my dick, pushing herself back onto me as I thrust into her.
She moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me....", over and over as my pumping increased in
speed. I could feel my spunk started to build in my balls.

Peter could see that I was building to orgasm and suddenly said "Stop!".
"Take your dick out, I have a new game for you today."

I pulled my cock out as instructed. 

Mom begged, "Please, not yet, don't stop yet, please...".

"Oh, he hasn't finished, don't worry", said Peter. "Spread your arse cheeks", he
instructed mom, "I want to see your arsehole, spread them wide.".

Mom put her hands behind her and grabbed her pert cheeks, spreading her arse as
wide as she could. She was once again possessed by the situation.

"Now you will fuck your dear little mom's arse", Peter said.

Mom immediately objected that she was too small to take my dick up her arse. "It
will never fit, it will hurt, please not my arse, don't fuck my arse...".

I gently pushed her forward again. I knew from her reaction that Mom had liked
my thumbing her arse during our fuck session the previous day. I would take it
easy and gently but she would take my cock, whether or not she thought she
could. There was a tub of butter on the kitchen dresser. I reached over and
grabbed a handful between my fingers and proceeded to lubricate my dick.

"Don't worry Mom", I said, "I'll be gentle, just relax and enjoy it".

"What if Susan comes in?", Mom said, "What if she were to she us, what...."

"Stop worrying, lets just do it, its so sexy", I said.

I proceeded to place my cock against Mom's arse and started to push gently. She
was so tight and tense but against the sink she had no where to go. Suddenly my
cock sunk in to her arse. She yelped like a little puppy and asked me to go real
easy. I gently and slowly pushed further in until my cock was embedded upto the
hilt in my Moms little arse. Then I started to pump slowly back and forth. Mom
was in ecstasy. She was writhing and moaning, "oh god, oh god, yes, fuck my
arse, fuck my little arse, god I love it..."

Mom orgasmed within a couple of minutes. Her pussy was dripping with her juices,
so much that it was running down her legs and leaving wet patches on the kitchen
floor. I started to get near to my own orgasm and shouted out that I was
cumming. Once again Peter stopped me.

"Stop, take it out again", he instructed.

"I can't, I can't", I said, "I'm going to cum".

"Take it out now!" Peter shouted, "You will do exactly as I say or the deals off
and I `spill the beans'".

I reluctantly pulled out again. I was ready to burst, my dick throbbing with
excitement.

"Now", Peter said calmly, "you will come in your mothers knickers. Pull them
open and jack off into them".

Mom's knickers were around the tops of her knees as Peter had instructed. I held
the top of the knickers and pulled them open to expose the gusset. I then
proceed to jack myself. It took no more than three pumps before I started to
empty my balls. A huge amount of cum shot and spurted in the open gusset of the
knickers. So much so that it started to stain through and leek out of the sides.
I pumped every last drop I had into them. I then collapsed back into a chair,
exhausted and totally spent.

Mom was still moaning from her orgasm. Peter then got up and walked over behind
Mom. She raised her head but look so exhausted herself that she didn't seem to
care what Peter was going to do. Peter, as usual, had no intention of actually
touching Mom. He took his cock out of his pants and also jacked himself into
Mom's knickers. By the time he had finished her knickers was overflowing with
two huge loads of spunk. Peter then did himself backup and sat down again.

"Right, now pull up your knickers", he instructed.

"I can't", she replied, "there full of mess, it will get everywhere."

I knew Peter would not take no for an answer and so did Mom. She looked at him
and totally humiliated slowly pulled her knickers back up. Our spunk dribbled
out the gusset and down her thighs. As she got them up you could see the stains
appear as the cum spread around her pussy lips and arse.

I suddenly noticed that Susan had got up out of her chair, picked up her mug and
was walking towards the kitchen door. Mom quickly pulled her skirt back into
place and made for the hallway.

"Where are you going?", Peter asked.

"To get cleaned up and changed before Susan sees me", Mom replied.
"No you're not. You will go about your business in the kitchen and offer Susan
another coffee", Peter said.

At that moment Susan entered the room. Mom asked her if she would like another
coffee. Susan said she would and sat down at the kitchen table. Mom started to
get her coffee whilst Peter and I watched in silence. We could both see the cum
running down her legs and onto the floor. Would Susan see it? Would she ever
guess what it was?

At one point so much was running down Mom's leg that she had to wipe it with her
fingers. She then picked up Susan's coffee and passed it to her at the table.
Susan then obviously noticed Mom's legs and was clearly confused as to what the
sticky mess on them was. At that very moment she must have got a whiff of spunk
and sex from Mom's hand has she took the coffee cup from her. I was watching
Susan intently. I noticed the sudden realisation in her mind of what it was on
Mom's hand and legs. She said nothing, merely thanks for the coffee. She the
said the she would have to rush or be late for work, and then got up and left
the kitchen.

"That was so embarrassing", said Mom, "She saw the mess, she knew what it was.".

"So what.", said Peter, "She didn't seem upset, or shocked. I bet she's in her
room right now, imaging how you got cum everywhere and assuming it must have
been mine. She would never even consider it was your own son's as well. Now you
go and get cleaned up".

Mom then left the room.

Peter got up and walked to the door. As he left he turned to me and said "How
would you like to see Susan fuck your Mom with a strap-on?".

"You're kidding", I said.

"Then you'll just have to wait and see", he said and walked out of the room.

..........................................................................................


Peter, Mom and Me Pt VI

Two days later Mom and I were sat in the kitchen in the evening, drinking some
wine. Peter was upstairs and our other two house guests, Susan and John Jackson,
a travelling salesman, were out. Susan at a bar with some of her nursing
colleagues and Mr Jackson probably at some nearby strip joint. Mom and I had
always thought him a little seedy but he stayed regularly, kept himself to
himself, his room tidy and paid on time, so we figured whatever he did in his
spare time was his concern.

Mom and I were quietly talking about the events of the last few days and, I
guess, trying to make sure that each of us was happy with the way things were
going. Mom said that she was concerned at how easily she found it to submit
herself to Peters will, but at the same time loved being dominated by him during
our mutual sex sessions. She said the fact that I was involved made her feel
safe and that she liked the way Peter had never actually touched either of us.

"But Mom", I said, "What if Peter were to involve anyone else?, Would that spoil
things?". I had in mind Peter's comments that he was going to get Susan involved
in our little games and wanted to be sure how Mom felt about such things,
without being specific.

"Oh, I don't know about that, let's just see how it goes shall we?", she said.

A few moments latter Peter came into the kitchen sat down and politely asked if
he could have some wine with us. Outside of our sexual encounters, Peter was
always the perfect gentleman. You would never believe that he could suddenly
become so dominant and do such things to us as he had done.

Mom poured him a glass and made general conversation. I could see that Peter was
waiting for a moment to take things further with us and seemed to be getting Mom
in a relaxed mood first. An hour and two bottle of wine latter, Peter bought up
the topic of our kitchen session two mornings previously. He asked Mom he she
liked my fucking her arse and both he and I filling her knickers with two huge
loads of spunk. Mom replied that it had been fantastic and especially exciting
with Susan only a few feet away, sat in the yard. Mom mentioning Susan pushed
Peter on.

"And what about handing Susan her coffee with fresh cum on your hand and
dripping down your legs?, he asked, "You knew she realised what it was, didn't
you?"

"Yes", said Mom, "I knew, she knew and it both frightened me and turned me on at
the same time."

"Do you like Susan?", Peter asked Mom.

"What do you mean `like'?", she replied.

"You know exactly what I mean, would you have liked Susan to get involved the
other day? What he she had said something afterwards, what would you have done".

"I don't know what I would have done, but I think I would have been happy for
something to happen", mom said.

"Right", said Peter looking directly at Mom, "this is what's going to happen
next. I have decided that you and Susan certainly will take things further. You
will have a seriously dirty fuck session with Susan and you will do it in front
of both your son and me. Any problems with that?"

Mom said, "You assume that Susan will want sex with me and even more importantly
that she will be prepared to do it in front of strangers and what about my boy?
How on earth can I let Susan know that I fuck my own Son! No, no it really won't
work, its going too far."

"Trust me", Peter replied, "by the time Susan is on the verge of orgasm with you
she will accept almost anything and by that time it will be too late anyway, I
will have you both on camera. She will have to do as I say. I have already
considered a plan. Your son and I will pretend that we are going to shot some
pool in town. This will be tomorrow night when Mr Jackson is out. I know Susan
will be here because she told me she had some studying to do. Once we leave you
will engage Susan in conversation and bring up the events of the other Morning.
I shall leave it to you to take it from there. When things are getting going you
will turn on the light in my room, which will be the signal for us to come back
into the house. Is that all clear?"

"Yes, okay", Mom replied, "I will give it a go but it may not work out".

Peter seemed annoyed at her attitude. "It will work out. I remind you that you
have no choice, so make sure you get it right and that you give us a good show.
I'll take over from there. Don't you dare fuck up", he warned.

When Peter had wandered back upstairs, mom said she had never been so nervous
about anything and didn't know if she could go through with it. "How can I fuck
another women let alone tell her about us?", she asked.

"Mom", I said, "after what we've got into over the past few days this will be a
breeze and like Peter said, once he's trapped Susan on camera she'll agree to
the `deal' just like we did. You know how good at this Peter seems to be. Go for
it and I'll look out for you, I promise".

The next evening during dinner Peter made a point of mentioning that he and I
were going into town later. After dinner, Mr Jackson duly went out and Susan
excused herself saying she had some work to catch up with and that she would be
in her room if anyone phoned for her.

Peter turned to mom and told her that it was now up to her to do as told. Mom
latter explained to us how she had approached Susan:-

She said that Susan had come back downstairs to get some books she had left in
the lounge and found mom sitting in am armchair. Mom had deliberately looked
glum and worried in the hope that Susan would notice and ask if there was a
problem. Sure enough Susan did indeed notice and had sat down on the sofa
opposite and said, "Is something bothering you? You don't look to happy."

Mom looked as embarrassed and scared as she could act. "I can't get the other
morning, in the kitchen, out of my head" she said.

"What do you mean?", Susan innocently replied.

"I think you know what I mean", mom replied, "It was obvious that you realised
something had been going on, I could see by the look on your face. Yet since you
have said nothing about it I have been frantic with worry as to what you might
do and who you might talk to, even my husband".

"Don't worry", said Susan, "Sure I realised as soon as I got that pungent smell
from your hand as you passed me coffee that you had been having sex. I had
already noticed the mess on your legs and wondered what on earth it might be.
Then with the smell of your hand it all clicked! You had just had sex and since
only Peter and your son were there it must have been with Peter. You must have
cut it close. Your son could easily have caught you. Do you like living
dangerously?"

"I knew you realised what had happened", mom said, "Forget my son catching me, I
nearly got caught by you."

"But I was in the yard", Susan said.

"I know, I know, but you see, well...we were fucking in the kitchen, over the sink
right in front of the window. You could have come it at any time", mom said,
carefully leaving out the fact that it was actually me rather than Peter who had
been in her up to the hilt of my cock.

"You really do like it dangerous, don't you, well I can assure you there is no
need to worry about me telling anyone, what you do is your business. I have to
say I found it rather sexy when I realised what it was all over your legs and
hand. Didn't you even have time to clean?", Susan asked.

"No", replied mom, "you very nearly walked in on us. Tell me what would you have
done if you had?".

"Well I couldn't have done anything, your son must have been somewhere in the
house."

"But what if he wasn't, what if you had just caught me having sex with Peter?
Would you have done anything?" mom asked.

Susan was beginning to feel a little sexy at the thought of what she had just
missed seeing. "Well, maybe I would have said something or watched or.....who
knows! You just can't tell what might happen in a situation like that", Susan
said, "Its certainly a sexy thought, I have to say".

Mom realised that Susan's thoughts had turned to the events of that morning and
that she was imagining the scene of mom being fucked over the kitchen sink. Mom
decided to open her legs a little and exposed her knickers to Susan to see if
there was a reaction. Susan did notice and then looking at mom she smiled.

"You know", said mom, "it crossed my mind what a shame it was you didn't catch
us. Now that really would have been sexy."

"You think?" said Susan.

"Oh yes, you know you are really a very attractive girl Susan, I have thought so
ever since you arrived."

It was now or never for mom and the plan. She got up and said she was just going
to grab a bottle of wine from the Kitchen and asked if Susan would like some.
Susan said that she should be studying but on the other hand a quick glass of
wine would be nice. Mom headed for the kitchen, grabbed some glasses, the wine
from the fridge and then before going back into the lounge she pulled her
knickers down and off, throwing them onto the kitchen table.

Mom re-entered the lounge, poured two glasses of wine, passed one to Susan and
then sat down in front of her again. This time she sat on the edge of the chair
and made sure that her pussy was in full view for Susan should she look.

Susan smiled, and said jokingly, "What the hell happens in your kitchen?".

"What do you mean?" said mom.

"Well it seems to me that whenever you go in there you lose your knickers", she
said looking directly at my mom's pussy.

"Do you like it Susan, do you like to see me exposed, would you have liked to
have seen more the other day? I think you would have Susan. I could see it in
your face that morning, you were hot as you left the kitchen in such a rush.
What did you do Susan? Did you think about it more when you got to your room?
Did you get turned on Susan? Did you touch yourself?".

Moms frantic questioning was making Susan think of nothing else but her thoughts
that morning and the moist pussy that mom was now exposing to her across the
room.

"I think you'd like to take this further Susan? Wouldn't you Susan?", mom
demanded.

Susan was sinking into a feeling of lust. "Oh yes, I would", she murmured, "I
wanted to see more then in the kitchen and I want to see more now", She said.

Mom started to unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a little white cotton bra. Her
small breasts were flushed and her little nipples standing out through the
material. She took her blouse off and unclipped her bra. Slowly she slid it down
her arms and let it drop to the floor. She sat there in just a skirt and looked
at Susan.

"Still like what you see Susan?", she asked. "I like to be dominant", she lied,
"would you like me to be dominant with you Susan?"

Susan was light headed with the lust she was feeling as Mom undressed before
her. "Oh god yes...yes please... tell me what you want me to do", Susan whispered
submissively.

"First Susan, remove your jeans and knickers." Mom said.

Susan rose to her feet and unbuttoning her jeans slide them and her knickers to
the floor. She stepped out of them and remained standing in just a white
T-shirt.

"Now Susan, kneel on the sofa with your back to me. I want to see you cunt and
your arse fully exposed".

Susan did as she was asked. "What now?", she said.

"Now I want to see you frig yourself Susan. I want to see your hand between you
legs with your fingers in your pussy. I want you to rub, hard and fast and I
want you to talk to me about what you want me to do to you as you bring yourself
off", mom instructed.

Susan obeyed and started to rub her pussy with her right hand. She pinched and
rubbed her clit and pumped fingers in and out of her cunt which started to drip
with juice.

"Talk to me Susan, talk to me", said Mom.

"Oh god, this is so dirty", said Susan, "I have never done anything in front of
a stranger before, I've never been ordered to perform.  I've never been with a
women before. This is so good, so dirty, I want you to watch me, I want you to
see me frigging myself to orgasm, I want you to see me exposed, oh god, oh yes,
I'm cumming,..I'm cumming".

Susan's pussy started to dribble down her legs as she came in the most wonderful
orgasm she could remember. She collapsed face down on the sofa, murmuring.

"We haven't finished yet Susan", said Mom. "Wait here". With that Mom left the
room and went into the kitchen. She returned quickly carrying something behind
her back, which she quickly put at the side of her chair. Susan didn't see what
it was. Mom removed her skirt and sat back down entirely naked.

"Now Susan, crawl over here to me on your hand and knees".

Susan slid of the sofa and crawled as instructed over to mom. "Now lick my pussy
Susan, bring me off with your tongue and with your fingers", she said.

Susan placed her head between mom's legs and started to lick her clit and pussy
for all she was worth.

"Be frantic Susan", said Mom, "in this house we like our sex quick and harsh and
dirty. Do you understand?"

Susan didn't answer, she just worked her tongue harder and faster against mom's
pussy lips. Her face was now covered in mom's wetness.

"Put some fingers in my pussy Susan", mom said. She moved right to the edge of
the chair and added, "and get a finger in my arse, I like my arse being fucked
Susan".

As Susan did what she was told, mom reached to the side of her chair and picked
up what she had got from the kitchen. It was a fat carrot, a good seven inches
long. Mom reached over Susan's back and simply stuffed the carrot into her cunt
without any warning. She was quite rough but not violent with it.

"What the fuck...", exclaimed Susan.

"Shut up and keep frigging me, you bitch, go on bring me off, fuck me, fuck me",
shouted mom and she pumped the vegetable in and out of Susan's dripping cunt.
Mom was reaching her orgasm at the same time as Susan was reaching her second.
Both of them came together, pumping and frigging and screaming and dripping with
cum.

They both collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Fuck that was great!", said Susan.

"It doesn't have to finish yet", said mom, "lets go upstairs, there's more I
want from you yet".

She took Susan's hand and, grabbing their clothes, lead her upstairs into my
mom's room.

"Wait here", said mom. With that she quickly ran up the single flight of stairs
to Peter's room and switched on the light, before returning to Susan.

Peter and I, waiting outside, saw mom's signal. We quietly entered the house
through the kitchen door and saw mom's knickers on the table. The plan was
obviously working...........
 
..........................................................................................


Peter, Mom and Me Pt VII

Peter and I made our way quietly up to the second floor. We crept along the
landing and looked through the crack of the semi-open door into Mom's room.
Susan was sat on the bed, still dressed in only a white cotton T-shirt. Mom was
sat on the bed, naked and with her pussy towards the door.

Peter looked at me and whispered, "Your mom is great. It's all going to plan.
This is going to be good.".

Susan, sat in the chair, started to rub her pussy and clit and said to my mom,
"This is fantastic. I couldn't believe we would get it on together but after the
kitchen the other day I have been thinking about nothing else. What would you
think, if we waited for Peter to return and see if he wants to fuck you again. I
could watch and then maybe we could all fuck together. What do you think?".

"Peter doesn't fuck he just watches and controls.", mom blurted out.

Hearing this Peter looked quickly at me and whispered, "Fuck, she's blown it!".

"What do you mean?", said Susan, "I know he fucked you in the kitchen the other
morning. You said."

"It wasn't Peter!", mom replied quietly.

"It must have been Peter.", said Susan, "Mr Jackson was out. I know, I saw him
leave and the only other person in the house was your son."

Mom just looked Susan straight in the eye and said nothing. Susan stared back.
You could almost hear her mind ticking over! The possibilities suddenly dawned
on her.

"If it wasn't Peter and it can't have been Mr Jackson then it could only have
been your......", Susan broke off in mid sentence. "Your son!", she continued, "my
god it was your son wasn't it!?".

Mom just remained quiet.

"You fucked your own son?" asked Susan loudly. "My god, it was your own son!",
she repeated.

"Yes, yes.. it was my own son's spunk that your saw down my legs", admitted mom,
"and Peter's for god's sake".

"Hold on!, just hold on here!", exclaimed Susan, "Are you saying that the other
morning when I was in the yard, not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to
fuck you over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying Susan", replied mom.

Peter turned to me again and said "Your stupid mother has blown it. Susan knows
the whole scene and I haven't got her trapped on camera yet. For fuck sake, she
can just walk away now if she wants."

Susan was looking worried. "They don't know about us do they?", she asked mom
frantically.

"I'm sorry Susan", said mom, "yes they know. It was Peter's idea! He figured
that you were turned on the other morning and told me to take things further
with you. Don't get me wrong though. I wanted to. I wanted to involve you
because I thought you were so sexy."

I realised that Mom wanted to get it on with Susan and involve her in our games
but on honest terms. She didn't want to trick poor Susan into having to do
something just because Peter got here on film. She had taken a chance that Susan
would be willing and gone with her instinct.

Peter and I once again looked at each other. We realised that Susan would either
go for it or storm out and then god knows what would happen.

It seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke again. The mom said, "So what do
you think now Susan? Now know that I have been fucking my own son under Peter's
control and now you and I have also fucked together. What do you want now Susan?
Do you want in or what?"

"What if I don't?", asked Susan.

"That's up to you", mom replied, "I just hope and pray that you do or at the
very least you can forgive me and not tell anyone what I have told you. It's up
to you Susan. It's your own free choice."

Susan sat quietly for a few moments and then her hand slowly moved back to her
pussy and started to gently rub again. "Where are they now?", she asked, "your
son and Peter? Did they really go to play pool or do they know what's going on
here?"

Peter waited. He clearly knew that this was now out of his control. It was
Susan's and only Susan's choice.

Susan continued, "As long as I'm safe and you are going to be discreet, then I'm
on for this, but how do I know I can trust you? This is serious shit! How did
Peter get involved with you and your son? Have you and your son been fucking for
long?"

"You'll be perfectly safe with us Susan", mom assured her, "we are not likely to
spill the beans or else me and my son will be in deep shit, wouldn't we."

"I suppose you would, but how is Peter involved in all this?", she persisted.

Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the most graphic detail, right
from the start. As she did so Peter and I could see that Susan was taking it all
in and getting extremely excited as the story was told, as was Mom who had
started frigging herself as she gave Susan all the details

I decided to make the move. For once Peter seemed a little lost since he wasn't
in direct control. I walked directly into mom's room and Peter followed.

Mom didn't flinch. She just looked briefly at me and then turned to Susan and
continued to masturbate herself openly.

Susan was so cool. She didn't cover herself. She didn't jump. She just looked
straight at me and said "So you been fucking your mother have you, you naughty
boy."

Peter, realising that he had to grab control now or never, quickly answered for
me, "Yes he has, and now you've also fucked her. I made it all happen and I'm
not going to let it stop now. Do you all agree to continue to do as I say?"

Susan looked at Peter as much as to say, "why should I do as I'm told by you, a
stranger?".

Peter addressed her directly and explained that if Mom and I broke our deal to
do as he said then he would tell dad and that if Susan wasn't in on the deal
then it was off and she would be responsible for the outcome.

I figure he was bluffing but mom turned to Susan and begged her to go along with
Peter. "Please Susan", she said, "do it for me and my son. I don't want my
husband to know of this. It would finish us".

Susan looked at my mom, then at me and finally turned to Peter. After what
seemed like an age she said, "okay, I'll do as you say, I'll join your little
deal but only as long as it involves nothing violent".

"Agreed", said Peter. He was now strutting his usual confidence. He knew he was
back in control.

"Well since we are all here I suggest we go for it right now", he said looking
at my mom, "we missed you two getting it on", he said to Mom and Susan, "so you
can now put on a show for us. Wait here I have a surprise for you."

Peter left the room and dashed up stairs. He returned less than a minute later
carrying the strap-on dildo I had seen in his bag on the day he arrived.

He held the dildo out and said to Susan, "this dildo has been with me on my
travels for the past two years. It has been used by and on over thirty women in
similar situations to that, that you are now in. It's clean but well used and
will now be further used by you Susan."

Peter threw the dildo onto the floor in front of Susan and told her to put it
on. Susan bent to the floor to pick it up and we then all watched as she tried
to put it on. She clearly didn't have a clue how it clipped on and fumbled with
the buckles.

Peter's tone changed, "Get it on bitch", he shouted, "It's not fucking
difficult."

Susan quickly concentrated and got it on. She stood in the middle of the floor,
still in her white T-shirt and with the seven inch dildo standing proud and
erect from her crutch. "Now what?", she asked.

"What the hell do you think?", Peter replied, "You are going to fuck our little
landlady here. You are going to fuck her hard and you are going to fuck her in
the arse. Do you understand?"

Susan looked at mom, seeking approval. Mom had continued masturbating herself
throughout the conversation and was wet with lust. "Yes, fuck me Susan, fuck me
in the arse with your lovely dildo cock.", she said.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright", she said, "You got me involved in this, you
wanted to fuck me, you seduced me, you fucked my cunt with a carrot for god's
sake, now its my turn. Now get on your hand and knees. I'm going to fuck your
arse so hard you'll beg for mercy".

Peter seemed very turned on by Susan's dominant attitude to mom. He dropped his
pants and shorts and exposed his erect dick. It was so engorged with lust that
it looked bigger than I had ever seen it. He removed the rest of his clothes and
stood by the door, rubbing his dick and massaging his pre-cum into the head.

"Take your clothes off", he instructed me. "I want to see you wanking yourself
as your mother gets-arse fucked by Susan".

I did as I was told and Susan just watched as I stripped off and stood next to
Peter with my dick in hand.

Realising all was ready Susan knelt down behind my mother, who was now looking
so small and scared. Her petite body made her look so innocent and fragile as
Susan'' dildo cock approached her arse.

"Lubricate me, please, lubricate me first", begged mom.

"No!", said Susan, "You wanted it, now you can have it hard and rough, just like
you like it."

Susan grabbed moms shoulders and pushed the dildo against her arse. He simply
kept on pushing as mom screamed out that it was too big. Susan told her to shut
up and pushed so hard the dildo burst into mom's arse.

Mom screamed out, "God, no, please, oh god it hurts, please go slow, go gentle".

Susan was possessed. She simply started to pump the dildo in and out of mom's
arse so hard and fast. Mom screamed and gasped in lust and the pleasure and the
pain ran through her small body.

"Go over and wank over your mother", Peter instructed me.

I was so hard, I walked over to mom and knelt in front of her. She looked at me
with a mixture of lust and pain from the pounding her arse was taking. I didn't
give her time to speak. I rammed by cock into her mouth and started fucking her
face for all I was worth. Mom was coming and so was I. As she bucked herself
against Susan's cock, she started shuddering in orgasm. At the same time I
started pumping my cum into her mouth. After three bursts I pulled out and
sprayed the remainder of my cum into her face and hair. Susan then pulled the
dildo roughly out of mom's arse. Mom gave a final scream and collapsed to the
floor, totally spent.

Susan ripped the dildo off and started to frantically rub at her pussy lips and
clit. She was swearing and shouting in ecstasy as she rolled on the floor, hand
fucking herself. Her thighs and hand were covered in her own juices as she stuck
a finger of her other hand up her own arse and pumped herself front and back to
a moaning orgasm.

As the whole scene subsided we all looked at Peter. Did he approve of our
`performance'?

He was near to cumming himself but still frighteningly in control. Who would he
chose?

He walked towards me. I expected the usual, that he would spunk all over me.
Peter made me kneel but this time he told me to open my mouth. I did so. He
stuffed his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face.

"Look at you son", he said to my mother, "look at your lovely son being faced
fucked by another man. Do you like that, do you?"

Mom looked up from the floor, "Oh yes", she said , "fuck him, fuck his face,
come all over him Peter, humiliate him, go on spray all over him", she moaned.

Peter pumped a few more times and then started to cum. He pulled out and started
spraying my face and hair with so much spunk it ran down my face and body. When
he finished spurting he wiped his cock in my hair and then wandered back towards
the door.

"You have all done very well, this evening", he said, "especially you Susan. We
would make a good team, you and me".

"Thanks", she said, "If I have pleased you, may I ask a favour?".

"What is it?", Peter said.

"Can I use these two", she said looking dismissivly at me and mom, "Can I make
them do what I want when you are not around, Peter?"

Peter thought for a moment, "Yes", he said, "When I don't want them then 
you may instruct them as you see fit under the terms of my deal. If they 
don't like it tell me and I will deal with it. But remember, when I want you 
all then I am in charge." He spoke as though my mother and I were irrelevant.

"Thank you", said Susan.

With that Peter left the room and we heard him go upstairs to his room.

Susan turned to my mother and said, "I'm glad you involved me in this little
deal of yours. I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here and believe me, if you
think Peter has made you take risks, then just wait to see what I have in mind
for you both".

Susan then also left the room. Mom reached up and hugged me to her. She kissed
my lips, still covered in Peter's spunk and said, "where on earth is this going
to take us?".

"I don't know mom", I said, as I rolled on top of her and sunk my dick deep into
her pussy.

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