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Title: James's Story
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involve explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit".  Do not read this story if you believe that
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   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words.  I am not an English major.  Deal with it.  This stuff is not true.
None of it.  I made it all up.  No names were changed to protect the
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graded <TAME> compared to some of the stuff I've read in this newsgroup.

   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





   Chapter 1 : James & Robert





   James had a problem.  Well, he had lots of problems, as most kids his
age did, but this one stood out more than all the others.  He was being
bullied, at school.  There is a lot of awareness these days about bullying,
but of course it still happens.  He didn't think it was fair at all, and of
course it wasn't.  It was a problem, true, but it wasn't the root problem.
James knew what the root problem was, and that made it even more unfair, to
him.  The root problem was, James had a big dick.  He knew it was big.  He
was intensely aware that it was big.  He was proud of it.  He expected
great things out of it, some day.  But, today, it was just causing
problems.

   Of course, in school, everyone wore clothes.  No one knew he had a big
dick.  He didn't get to show it off.  Gym class, though.  Gym class is how
he knew he had a big dick.  Because of gym class, he knew that not everyone
had a big dick like he did.  Not anyone, in fact.  In fact, some of the
boys had really tiny dicks.  Really small ones.  James' dick was big, even
when it wasn't hard.  Well, it was long.  It hung down maybe six inches. 
The other boys had stubby little dicks that sometimes looked barely an inch
long.  James had felt sorry for them until they started making fun of him,
and trying to pop his dick with towels.  They called him "Weirdo-weenie"
and "Deformo-dick" and stuff like that.

   Really, one boy started it all.  Tony.  Teeny dick Tony.  That was
James' secret name for him.  Tony seemed to really take it personally that
James had a big dick and he didn't.  In fact, Tony probably had the tiniest
dick of all the guys.  But, he thought he was a bad-ass.  Maybe because of
that, he tried harder.  And he hated James the most.  Probably because
James had a big dick, and he didn't.

   James wasn't defenseless, at least.  He was average in height, maybe a
bit tall, and average in weight.  In fact the only thing he wasn't average
in was dick.  Anyway, he had taken over eight years of karate and ju-jitsu
and Hong Kong Fooey and such things, and he was certainly able to defend
himself.  He was forced to do this one day, in the showers, when Tony came
at him, murder in his eye.  James easily flipped him onto the wet floor,
which just enraged Tony even more.  Tony scrambled to his feet and came at
James again, as the other boys cleared a circle around them.  Most of the
boys kow-towed to Tony, just because he was a bad-ass, and most of the boys
at least pretended to hate James.  James didn't care about that, although
it was unfair.  All he cared about at the moment was Tony, coming at him
like a wildcat.  He tripped him up again, easily, and Tony went crashing
again to the wet soapy floor.

   A piercing whistle screeched through the dim, cloudy water vapor. 
Jeezus, it was the coach.  James immediately began rinsing shampoo out of
his hair, trying to look innocent.  Tony got up, and went right to the
coach, whining, pointing at James.  Lord.

   "Gomez!  In my office, now!"

   James sighed to himself, grabbed his towel, ignored the smirking Tony
and followed the coach to his office.  Once inside, the coach closed and
locked the door.  He said "Sit." and took his place behind his desk.

   "Gomez.  What is the problem.  Why do you goad Tony so?  This is the
second time in a week."

   James spluttered in anger and confusion.  "I don't goad him!  He hates
me!  He attacked me for no reason!"

   "No reason, eh.  Why do you think he hates you?"

   "I dunno...  Well, I think I do, but..."

   "But?  But what?"

   "I can't say, sir."

   "Yes you can.  We are adults here.  If you know it, say it.  If it helps
me get Tony off your back, help me out here."

   "I think, sir, that Tony is jealous of my dick."

   The coach laughed at James's forwardness.  Plus, that is exactly the
same thing he thought.  He had seen the boys dressed and undressed, and
James had the biggest dick he'd ever seen in a boy.  Maybe the biggest he'd
ever seen, period.  His was nothing to sneer at, and, soft, James topped
him by one or two inches.

   "Gomez.  Stand up and drop the towel." The coach was curious, and just a
little jealous himself.  Plus, he liked dicks.  He wasn't gay or anything,
he had a wife in fact, but he had done his share of playing around with
dicks, in the past.  His own, and others.

   James sighed, stood, and dropped the towel just as the coach had
ordered. His dick hung, flaccid, six inches of meat.  He was proud of his
dick.  He looked forward to showing it off, but he had always imagined it
would be to pretty girls, not the coach.

   Uh oh.  It didn't take much for James to get hard.  Often just centering
his attention on his dick did it.  That seemed to be the case today.  And,
knowing the coach was looking him over.  He felt the familiar stirring
inside, and, to his horror, his dick started to get hard.

   "Gomez, you don't have anything to be ashamed of."

   "I'm not ashamed, sir.  It's just that Tony won't leave me alone."

   "Tony is a bully.  He's an ass.  I'm sorry.  I'll tell him again to get
off your back, but you still might have to deal with him.  I saw that you
seem to be able to take care of yourself, so maybe that won't be a
problem."

   James' dick was over half hard by now, jutting out at a forty-five
degree angle.  It was at least ten inches long now, and growing.  Jeezus,
the coach thought, this kid.  It's just not fair.  I understand Tony's
anger, at least.

   "Having a problem there, Gomez?" The coach said, amused at the boy's
situation.  He felt a little stirring himself, down there.

   "I can't help it, sir.  When I talk about it, it starts up like this."
James was embarrassed, but also a little proud.  Now the coach would see
what a real dick looked like.  He hoped the door really was locked.

   "Jeezus, Gomez, I see why pencil-dick Tony is pissed.  That's a hunk of
meat you've got there."

   James stifled the urge to laugh.  His dick just got harder and harder.
He knew what would have to come next.  He would!

   "Will it ever go down?" The coach asked, watching the ever-hardening
organ.

   "Probably not, sir, not until I, uh, cum." There, James had said it. 
Well, the coach has said we were all adults here.

   "Good grief.  How long is that thing?" The coach said.

   "Twelve inches, sir."

   The coach laughed.  "You measured it?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Well, you have something to be proud of.  The ladies will love you, you
lucky bastard.  What do you mean?  You have to ejaculate for it to go
down?" The coach knew that.  He was like that.  Most guys were.  He just
liked saying it.

   "That is usually the case, sir." James, less and less embarrassed, was a
bit turned on, now.  He hoped he would get to jack off at school, under the
coach's orders.  His dick was fully erect now, jutting upwards a few
degrees, proudly holding itself against the tug of gravity.  The cap was
hard, almost purple, and although he couldn't see it, he knew that drops of
pre-cum were oozing out of it.  James was pretty familiar with his dick by
now.

   The coach came around his desk with a large garbage can.  "Well, here,
Gomez, spank it into this.  We certainly can't have you walking out of my
office with a boner."

   James nodded his thanks, and placed both hands on his dick, aiming at
the trash can.  He began to stroke, running his right hand over the cap,
feeling the intense pleasure that he did every time he jacked off, which
was three or four times a day now, at least.  It turned him on to know that
the coach was watching him, although he certainly didn't think of himself
as gay either.

   The coach was going a little bit crazy as he watched the boy masturbate.
He finally slid his shorts down, and pulled his own dick out of the
athletic supporter it was in.

   "Gomez, I hope you don't mind, I'm going to join you.  Good for stress
relief."

   The coach's dick was nothing to laugh at.  It was already pretty hard,
and would stand out to about nine inches when it was done.  He'd always
been proud of it, but he was a bit sobered to confront James with his
twelve inches.  Well, he thought, at least I've nailed a zillion more
chicks than he has.  He's probably still a virgin.

   The coach approached the can across from James, and began stroking
himself, staring at James' penis.  James stared at the coach's.  The two of
them masturbated silently, eyes on each other.  The coach was pretty turned
on, spanking his monkey with a young boy.  James was pretty turned on too,
spanking it with the coach.  Several minutes passed, in companionable
silence.

   "Well," The coach finally said, "This is fun, but we need to wind it up.
My next class will be along shortly.  Oh, I'll give you a slip for your
next class, you'll be late since you still need to dress."

   James grimaced, and felt his legs lock.  He forced his dick down towards
the can, grunted, and began to ejaculate in long forceful strings of semen.
The coach was impressed in spite of himself.  James not only had a big
dick, he had big balls, and they stood him well.  There were eight or nine
big squirts before the stream slowed, and then a few dribbles.  The air
filled with the smell of semen.  The coach felt his whole body jerk, and
then he was coming too, spilling his seed on top of James's.

   "Thank you, Gomez," The coach said.  "That was good idea you had.  I
needed that."

   James snickered to himself as he wiped his dick on his towel.

   "I don't have to tell you to keep this to yourself, of course." The
coach said, and James nodded.

   "Here." He took the hall pass the coach offered him, saluted, and
disappeared out the door.  The coach was spraying the room with air
freshener as he left.





   Funny how stuff turns out, James thought as he made his way to his next
class.  I thought I was going to get in trouble, and instead I got to jerk
off.  With the coach.  Was that a circle jerk?  There were only two of us.
Not much of a circle.  Oh well.





   The next day, something new and interesting happened.  A new boy
appeared in gym class.  James didn't pay him much attention, he was more
worried about Tony.  When gym was over, and they went to the showers, James
went all the way down to the end, by himself.  He was about halfway
through, hurrying somewhat, when the noises started.  It sounded to him
just like when everybody made fun of his dick.  Then the new boy showed up,
down at James's end.

   "They said I had to come down here with you." The new boy said,
apologetically.  James looked up at him, and was instantly in shock.  The
new boy had a big dick, as big as his, at least!  Damn!  James felt an
instant kinship with him.

   "Yeah." James said, laughing.  "This is where the freaks shower."

   The new boy laughed.

   "What is your name again?" James asked, embarrassed he couldn't
remember.

   "Robert." Said the boy.  Okay, Robert, James thought.

   "They will ride you pretty hard, probably.  They do me.  The one to look
out for is Tony, Teeny-dick Tony.  He seems to really take it personally."

   The new boy laughed again.  "I'll consider myself warned."

   They finished their showers in silence, and dressed, and left the gym
together.  James hung out with Robert off and on the rest of the day,
filling him in about the school and it's quirks and screwed-up social
scene. He gave Robert a verbal list of whom he felt were the most foxiest
girls, and told him the ones he thought would or were putting out.  Not
that it did much good for either of them, they were both a little shy and
nervous around girls.  Too bad they just couldn't show them their dicks. 
James had always hoped that the gym guys would spread the word around, but
it didn't seem to be happening.  The bastards.

   Finally, school was over.  James walked home, alone, as usual.  He went
to his room and locked the door, and turned on his computer.  He had two,
maybe three hours of aloneness before his Mom got home, and usually
utilized that time looking at porn and jerking off.  His hobby, as he
thought of it.  He wondered what Robert did, if Robert was as sex-crazy as
he was.  He wondered if Robert jerked off a lot, too.





   The next day was much the same, and as school wound down James had an
idea.  He found out Robert lived on the same side of town as he did, and
invited him to stop by his place after school.  Robert accepted readily. 
They walked the short distance to James's house, and went up the stairs to
James's room.  James turned on the TV, turned it down, and turned on the
computer.  They spent a few quick minutes finishing homework.

   When that was done, James began questioning Robert, trying to be subtle.
He quickly established that Robert liked looking at porn too, and so they
moved to the computer.  James showed Robert all his favorite stuff, and
they looked over hundreds of images.  Robert seemed to be enjoying himself,
and James was pleased.

   James had a pretty good hard-on by now, uncomfortably so, and he looked
at Robert's crotch, and could see a definite lump.  He took a deep breath,
summoned up his courage, and asked, "So.  Do you jerk off any?"

   Robert looked at him and laughed, not seeming to be bothered by the
question.  "Yeah, a lot.  Two or three times a day."

   "Me too.  Sometimes more."

   They passed a few more minutes in silence.  Finally James could stand it
no more.

   "So.  Do you wanna?"

   Robert did look surprised at that.  Then he looked puzzled for a moment,
and then smiled shyly.

   "I don't care.  Sure."

   They both stood, slowly.  James pulled his pants down, and then his
underwear.  It didn't matter, they had already seen each others dicks in
gym class.  Not hard, of course.

   "My Mom won't be home for two more hours.  And she never comes in my
room anyway, so don't worry." He told Robert, watching Robert get his own
dick out of his pants.

   As they sat back down, James surreptitiously examined Robert's dick.  It
was every bit as long as his, a foot at least, and it was a nice dick. 
Unlike James's, which had a definite upward bent, Robert's dick was
laser-straight, and tapered down slightly the whole length of the shaft, to
the cap.  They were both circumcised.  Robert, like James, had a nice large
cap on the end of his dick.  James put one hand on himself and began
stroking, as he operated the computer with the other.  Robert used both
hands, running them up and down his shaft, shivering with pleasure.

   James felt like he was in his element.  If sex with girls was this much
fun, he couldn't wait.  They killed an hour, stroking and looking, although
they seemed to spent a lot of time watching each other, too.  James tried
Robert's technique, but he liked concentrating his efforts on the cap of
his dick more.

   Finally, James began to worry about his Mom coming home from work.  He
told Robert they needed to think about finishing up, and Robert looked at
him blankly.  "Do you mean cum?"

   "I guess so," James said, and got up, and got his favorite towel from
under the bed.  He arranged it on the floor, and they returned to
masturbating.  Finally James felt the familiar feeling start, and he locked
his knees and began spraying semen onto the towel.  Robert came at almost
the same time, and James was pleased to notice that Robert came as much as
he did.  The towel was soaked.

   "Well, that was fun." Said Robert, and James nodded.

   "Yeah, I do that every day after school.  It's my hobby."

   Robert laughed.





   That was the sequence for the next few days.  Almost every day Robert
came over, they whacked off together, and Robert went home.  Finally, one
day, James invited Robert to stay for dinner, and Robert met James's Mom.
Then the fun really started.

   James's Mom.  She was something.  She was young, in her early thirties,
and she was good looking.  Damn good looking.  James had always known that,
and always kind of been in love with her.  Lately, he was more in lust with
her than anything.

   She was tall, almost as tall as James.  Statuesque was a good word for
her.  Her face was beautiful, she had long dark hair, and dark dusky skin.
She had the coolest round tits he'd seen, and her ass was out of this
world. James didn't feel too bad lusting after her, he knew that she was
not his real Mom, even though she had raised him by herself.  His dad had
disappeared long ago, when he was just a few years old.  Anyway, she was
beautiful.  Beautiful and sexy, although she didn't seem to try and be. 
She just was.

   James used to have fantasies that he would grow up and marry her.  Now
they were just that he had sex with her.  He didn't feel too guilty...  He
knew society in general frowned on parents and children having sex
together, but he didn't care much.  He just knew what he liked.

   Anyway, when Robert met her, James could tell instantly that Robert was
every bit as in lust with her as he was.  Robert hung on her every word,
and his eyes never left her.  When she turned around to prepare dinner, his
eyes were glued to her ass, beautiful in a pair of tight slacks.  James was
amused, and a little turned on himself.

   The next day, at school, Robert gushed and gushed about James's Mom. 
That afternoon, when they adjourned to James's bedroom, Robert gushed some
more.

   "I can't believe you get to live with such a fox like that.  I just have
to live with my dad.  It's not fair at all."

   James laughed.  Robert went on.

   "I would be jerking off every minute if I lived here.  God, she's a
fox..."

   James decided it was time to play one of his trump cards.  He led Robert
downstairs to the living room, and selected an old, worn photo album from
the bookcase.  They both sat down on the couch, and James placed the book
on his knees.  He knew exactly where to turn in the book.  Robert drew in a
convulsive breath of air, and then stopped breathing completely when James
got to the page.

   There, in all her glory, was a young, sexy, stark naked Jessica. 
Standing with some naked guy with a long dick, staring at the camera,
laughing.  Her tits were fantastic, round and globular, like two
grapefruits on her chest.  Her aureoles were the size of fifty-cent pieces.
Her nipples were as big as his fingertip.  Her stomach was smooth and flat,
with plates of muscle visible.  In one picture she was half turned away
from the camera, exposing her beautiful ass.  She had no tan lines.  Her
pussy was hairy, god it was hairy.  It turned Robert on intensely.  He
could stare at this for hours.  Weeks.

   "That's my dad." James said.  "My real one.  That's where I got my dick
from, I guess.  Anyway, they used to go to nudist camps.  Hey!  That's me!"
He pointed to a naked little boy at their feet.

   "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." was all Robert could seem to say.  He took
the book and examined it closely.  There were six pictures in all, Jessica
playing with a ball, laying beside a pool, and just walking through tall
grass.  Robert's dick was purple by now.

   "Turn the page.  It gets better." James said.  Robert did, and took in
another gulp of air.  In one picture was Jessica, her legs through the
hoops on a swing set, her legs halfway spread, her pussy in almost complete
view.  Robert seized his dick and began pumping in earnest, causing James
to ask him to please not cum on the couch.  There were ten nudist pictures
in all, and James knew them all by heart.

   "Where was this at?" Robert finally asked.

   "I dunno, I think somewhere in Arkansas.  My mom still makes jokes about
Arkansas and hillbillies and so on."

   Robert finally had to take his hands off his dick, before he came.  He
wanted to kiss the picture showing her pussy, but he finally handed the
book back to James.  "I don't know if I can stand much more of this, James.
Jeezus."

   James lugged the book upstairs, and they both whacked off looking at the
picture of Jessica's pussy.  It was pretty intense for both of them,
although James had already spanked it to that picture numerous times.

   "Look." He told Robert.  "I've scanned those pics, I took them out and
scanned them.  I'll give you a DVD of them, but you have to promise never
to let them get out.  In fact you need to encrypt them, do you have an
encrypted drive?  I can't let her see them on the internet somewhere."

   "Oh yes, oh god yes...  I have an encrypted drive, that's where I keep
my porn.  Yes, please, thank you, oh god thank you."

   "Yah.  No biggie." James had another idea.  It was his single biggest
secret, but he felt like he knew Robert well enough to trust him with it
also.  He felt like Robert would appreciate it.

   "Hang on, let me lock the front door." James left the room and went
downstairs, his hard dick flopping in front of him.  He went downstairs and
slid the chain lock in place, just in case his Mom came home early, and
rejoined Robert upstairs.

   "Follow me." They left James's room, and went down the hall to Jessica's
room.  Robert was in heaven just being in her bedroom.  Everything was
frilly, real girly, and she had a huge queen-sized bed that he imagined
making love to her on.  Hell, he didn't want to simply make love to her. 
He wanted to fuck her.  Hard.

   James went to her closet and pulled out her dirty clothes basket.  He
dug around in it for a moment, and pulled out his prize.  A nice used pair
of panties.  Robert almost swooned.

   James exposed the crotch, and gave it a good sniff.  Yes, they were
yesterdays.  Still damp, even.  He handed them to Robert.

   Robert sat on her bed, his rock-hard dick sticking up, higher than ever,
halfway to his chest.  He buried his face in the panties, breathing her
scent in, loving the wonderful smell of her pussy.  He almost felt like he
was actually smelling her pussy, it was so intense.  Hell, he was actually
was smelling her pussy.  He moved to where he imagined her beautiful
asshole would be, imagining he saw the lightest of streaks there, and
breathed in the fantastic bitter scent.

   "You are the luckiest sumbitch I know." Robert mumbled, between sniffs.
James had found another pair of panties, and was snorting her too.  They
sniffed and stroked, both almost to the edge of coming already.

   "I like to cum in her toilet." James told Robert, and they crowded into
her little bathroom.  Robert came first, hard and fast, the panties
plastered to his face.  James was amused by his intensity.  James took his
place and had a nice long cum too, sniffing deeply on the panties he had
taken.  He had to clean up some splashes on the rim of the toilet, and then
he flushed it.

   "You can have those panties, Robert..." James said, and Robert's eyes
bugged out.  "I've taken a few myself over the years...  she doesn't ever
seem to miss them..."

   James collected the laundry basket, and took it downstairs and dumped it
into the washer, along with his clothes, to hide the theft.  He started the
washer, his dick flopping about, and after unlatching the front door they
made their way back upstairs.  Robert collapsed on his bed, his
semi-tumescent dick also flopping about freely.

   "That was the most intense cum I've ever had." Robert said.  "Again, you
are one lucky fucker.  Damn."

   James laughed.  He knew he was.

   "There will be a fresh pair tomorrow.  Just try to hold out until then."

   Robert reverently folded the panties James had given him, and carefully
put them in his pocket.  They were now his most treasured possession.  He
couldn't wait until tomorrow.





   James got a pleasant surprise the next day at school.  In the lunch
room, he suddenly found himself standing next to Missy, one of his favorite
fantasy girls.  She gave him a strange look, turned and spoke to a
girlfriend, and then turned back to him.

   "Hi, James." She said, surprising him that she even knew his name.  She
gave a pointed look at his crotch.  "I hear you are...  quite a guy..."

   He didn't know what to do but shake his head and laugh, and she was
gone. He thought he knew what she meant.  She had to be talking about his
dick.  Maybe word was getting around.  Maybe he was on the brink, the brink
of getting lucky.  It's about time, he thought.  He liked Missy, a lot, and
he hoped that she would like him for more than just his dick, but he'd take
whatever he could get.  It would be better than what he was getting now.



   That afternoon they raced to James's house.  Well, Robert raced, James
just tried to keep up.

   "Did you whack it last night?  With those panties?" James asked, as he
chained the front door.  Robert laughed.

   "Yeah.  Twice, once after I went to bed.  Thanks a million for giving
those to me."

   "My pleasure."

   They made their way upstairs, dropping their books off in James's room,
and pausing to pull their dicks out of their pants.  They both just
unzipped, leaving their pants buttoned, and pulled their dick and balls out
of the slit.  They were both already pretty hard.

   They moved to Jessica's room, and James rummaged through her dirty
clothes, emerging with a nice pair of white panties.  He examined them
momentarily before passing them to Robert.

   "Those look like a nice pair.  A nice stinky pair."

   They were.  They looked like they'd been worn a week, all crusted with
dried pussy juice, and a definite racing stripe in the back.  Robert just
about fainted with joy.  He sucked her fantastic smell into his nose, and
closed his eyes.  James was out of luck, since he'd done laundry yesterday
there were no panties for him.  He consoled himself with her sexy black
bra, rubbing his penis with it, smearing pre-cum all over it.  He watched
Robert with amusement.

   "Oh shit!" Robert's eyes flew open.  "I'm gonna cum!" James dropped the
bra and cupped his hands, holding them down towards the end of Robert's
dick.  Robert got the idea, and guided his dick into Roberts hands and
Robert placed his thumb over the cap of it to hold it in place.  Robert
ground in and out a little, and James regarded it with amusement as Robert
fucked his hand somewhat.  Finally Robert began to spew, a few splashes
going over onto the floor, and half-way filled James's cupped hands up with
hot semen.  Robert finally relaxed and gave one last dribble, and James
went into the bathroom, dumped the handful of sperm in the toilet, and
washed his hands.

   "Uhm, thanks...  sorry about that..." Robert was a bit embarrassed, but
James just pooh-poohed it.  He had actually enjoyed it a bit more than he
thought he would, the feel of Robert's hot hard dick in his hands kind of
turned him on.  Again, for the umpteenth time, he wondered if the was
slightly gay.  Does simply liking dicks make you gay?  He didn't think so,
but...





   This was their routine for quite a while.  A quick intense jerk-off
fueled by furious panty-sniffing, and then an afternoon of slow
masturbation while surfing porn, followed by another cum-fest right before
Jessica got home.  Robert became a fixture at their house, his dad didn't
care where he was or what he did.

   One day, as they sat in front of the computer, they both turned
slightly, and their dicks touched together.  For some reason that turned
James on intensely, and he had an idea.  He felt like he knew Robert well
enough now to approach the subject now without much hear.  Plus, Robert
always seemed willing to go along with his ideas.

   "Robert.  That felt good.  Let's rub out dicks together." Robert didn't
look fazed in the slightest.  They turned their chairs to face each other
even more, and brought the heads of their dicks together.  The soft silky
hardness of it was intense to both of them, and they began to rub in
earnest.  At one point James grasped the caps of each dick together in one
hand and rubbed softly.  It was great fun.  Robert seemed to enjoy it as
much as he did.  After a few minutes of this James dropped all pretense,
and grasped Robert's dick with both hands, pumping it slowly.  Robert
leaned forward and grasped James's dick much the same way, and copied his
motions.  Occasionally glancing at the spread-eagled girl on the computer,
they masturbated each other for twenty or thirty minutes, both enjoying the
sensations.  James finally cupped Roberts balls, and squeezed his hand
around the top of Robert's ball sack, loving the soft feel of it.

   "It's not like we're gay or anything." James finally said.

   "Yeah.  Not like." Said Robert.

   James looked at the clock.  It was time to finish.

   "Go ahead." He said.  They finished.





   One day, as they masturbated, James had an idea.

   "Robert.  Have you ever tried to suck yourself?"

   Robert laughed, and said.  "Sure.  Who hasn't."

   James said, "I have tried, and I can almost reach it.  Maybe if you
pushed on my legs I could.  Would you?"

   "Sure." Said Robert, still laughing.

   James gathered up his pillows off his bed, and lay them on the floor. 
He got down on his shoulders, his feet in the air, his back laying against
his bed.  His ass spread out, his asshole stretched, and his balls hung low
in front of his face.  His dick looked cool from this angle, he thought. 
So close.  He lowered his pelvis as far as he could, and strained to reach
his long hard cock with his mouth.  It was so close.

   Robert knelt, and put his hands on the backs of James's knees.  James
was very conscious of Robert's dick looming before him, almost in his face.
Weirdly, it made his dick even harder.  Robert slowly and gently pushed
down on his legs, causing his back to stretch.  His mouth approached his
penis closer and closer, and he got more excited.  This really was going to
work.  He was thankful again that he had a long dick.  Robert gently
bounced his legs up and down a little, letting his muscles stretch and
stretch.  James could hardly breath.  Suddenly, his tongue touched his
cock. Jeezus, he was excited.  He glanced at Robert's hard cock, just
inches from his face, and saw it was rock hard, the cap purple.

   Robert spent a while longer just stretching James's muscles, and at last
came the moment James was hoping for.  He slid the cap of his own dick into
his mouth.  It didn't feel quite as exciting as he'd thought it would... 
it certainly didn't feel like somebody else's dick.  Weird.  His tongue did
feel warm and wet on it.  He was excited tremendously, in any case.

   He rocked a while, Robert pushing and releasing on his legs, and finally
managed to get an inch of his shaft into his mouth.  He was about to come,
he realized.  He wondered what Robert would think if he came in his own
mouth, and ate his sperm.  After all we've done together, surely it won't
bother him.  He began sucking in earnest.

   "Robert..." He finally managed to say, his lungs almost collapsing. 
"I'm going to come."

   James stuck his legs straight out, parallel with the floor.  He locked
his knees, which he liked to do when he came.  He sucked as much of his
penis into his mouth as he could, sucking hard, loving the feel of the cap
on his lips.  He imagined he could taste his own pre-cum, although he had
tasted it before, and it didn't seem to have a taste.  The slipperiness of
it just felt sexy to him.

   At last James came, as his back started to cramp.  He filled his own
mouth with his own semen, some spilling down his cheek.  He groaned in
pleasure, and then straightened up, cracking his back.  He slowly fell over
on his side and lay there, exhausted.

   "Thanks, Robert." He said.

   "No problem." Robert said.

   After James recovered, he helped Robert get in the same position he'd
been in.  James couldn't believe how quickly Robert took his dick in his
mouth.  That's not fair, he thought.  Robert seemed more limber than he
was. Robert sucked lustily away on his own penis, getting a good three
inches of it in his mouth, to James's envy.  We'll have to do this two or
three times a week, James thought.  I'm sure I can get stretched enough to
suck as deeply as he is.  Just a matter of time.

   It was interesting to watch Robert come.  His large balls, hanging down
and swinging freely, pulled up tightly to his body.  His asshole puckered
and un-puckered as he pumped his prostate.  Finally Robert came, hard,
filling his mouth with semen.  He lay exhausted, like James had, and James
guided him down to the floor, where he lay like a dead man.

   "Pretty intense, huh." Said James.

   "Hell yeah." Said Robert.  "We need to do that once a week from now on.
In a few months I bet I can deep throat myself."

   "Just what I was thinking." Said James.





   Chapter 2 : Kat & The Boys





   "James!"

   It was his mother, calling him.  He turned off the TV and went out onto
the landing.  His mom regarded him from below.

   "James, come down here.  I need a favor from you."

   He went down the stairs, and followed her into the dining room.

   "Yeah?"

   "James, for the next few weeks Alice has to work late, and she needs
somebody to watch Kat for her.  I told her you probably would, just for a
few hours after school, well, until I get home, really.  I'll take her home
after that.  She can just walk here from school, or maybe you could walk
with her."

   James was seriously disappointed.  This would totally ruin his jack-off
sessions with Robert.  For how long?

   "For just a few weeks.  I'm sorry, I know you don't need a little kid
running around, but poor Alice needs all the help she can get.  Will you?"

   There wasn't much he could do but agree.

   "I'll pay you, if you promise not to tell Alice or Kat.  I'll pay you
twenty five bucks a week, okay?"

   Oh, that made it a lot better.  Twenty five bucks a week, just to watch
the brat.  Done.

   "Good.  Thank you, James, I knew I could depend on you."





   James told Robert the next day at school.  They finished out the week in
their usual routine, snorting Jessica's panties and looking at porn. 
Robert spent the night that weekend, and they did more of the same, but
without the panties since Jessica was home.  Finally Monday rolled around.
School sucked, as usual, and then James walked to the four-thru-six
building.  Robert tagged along for lack of anything better to do.  They had
to wait a few minutes, and then a wave of little kids blasted out the
doors.

   Kat finally spotted James, and left her friends and joined the boys. 
James introduced her to Robert, and they made their way towards James's
house.  He thoughtfully took her stack of books, admiring her firm little
ass, clad in a pair of tight jeans.  She was flat as a board, but she had a
nice ass, for a little girl.  He racked her mind to remember how old she
would be now.  Ten?  nine?

   Robert saved him by asking her.  She said nine.  Good.  Almost a woman.
Standing on he brink.  Cool.

   They got home, the door unlocked, and were in.  The three of them
stopped in the living room and quickly did their homework, just to get it
out of the way.  Kat wondered through the house, having only been over a
few times before.  James tried to look at her as objectively as he could,
pretending she wasn't his cousin, although he realized to a horny boy than
made no difference.  It wouldn't have mattered if she was his sister.

   She was small, well over a head below him.  She had dirty blonde hair,
in a kind of page-boy cut.  Cute.  Her eyes were brown, and her nose had a
definite up-turned pug look to it.  A few freckles dusted her cheeks.  She
basically looked like a cute little girl.  He decided she was sexy, in her
own way, and that she would probably really be a fox in a few more years.
Maybe he should ingrain himself with her now, to plan ahead for the future.
He felt like he should definitely get to know her better, and to let her
know that he liked her.

   That was pretty much it for the day, when Jessica got home she fed them
all, and then took Kat home.  Robert went home, and the day played out. 
The next day was much the same, and the day after.  Then, James and Robert
ended up with little or no homework, while Kat had loads of it.  They left
her downstairs, and retired to James's room, where James locked the door.

   "Quick, let's spank it, for old time's sake."

   Robert laughed, and pulled out his dick.  James turned on the computer
and called up some decent porn, and they began jacking off.  The passed a
few minutes in companionable silence, and suddenly there was a knock on the
door.

   "Oh shit." James began trying to stuff twelve inches of hard meat back
into his pant.  Robert was having the same trouble.

   "Y'all in there?  Am I bothering you?"

   "Yes." James said under his breath, and "No!' out loud.  He closed the
picture down on the computer, and went to the door.  He was too polite just
to tell her to get lost, although he thought about it.

   She stood at the door, a smile on her face.

   "What were you all doing?  Guy stuff?"

   Now what he hell did she mean by that?  he wondered, inviting her into
the room.  She sat on his bed.

   "Naw, just looking at some stuff."

   She snorted.  She seemed suspicious.

   "No really." He said.  "Tanks and airplanes and stuff."

   "That's why you had the door locked?" She said, almost laughing at him.

   "Habit, I guess."

   Robert seemed amused by the whole thing.  He gave James a look.  James's
mind raced.  This had...  possibilities...

   "Okay, Kat.  You caught us.  We were looking at porn."

   As forward as she had seemed to be, this seemed to scandalize her.  Then
she got a predatory grin on her face.

   "Yeah, I thought so.  Most guys do."

   "Yeah, it's natural, I guess."

   The silence dragged.  James was slightly turned on by his admission.  He
wondered if she was more curious, but afraid to say.

   "You ever look at porn, Kat?" He finally asked her.  She shrugged.

   "I've seen my share.  Mostly skanky hos, I think..."

   James and Robert both laughed at that.

   "You ever seen people...  doin' it?" He asked.  She shrugged again.

   "I guess.  A little."

   "Well, if you're ever curious, I've got some stuff I can show you...  if
you want, of course..."

   She was silent for a few seconds.  Then she simply said, "Okay."

   The silence dragged, again.  Finally Kat sat forward.  "Well?  Are you
gonna show me?"

   James laughed silently at her eagerness.  He knew that she was hooked.
He wondered if she'd ever really seen pictures of men and women fucking. 
This might be interesting.  This had possibilities.  She was young, and his
cousin, but she was still a girl.  And a fairly cute one, at that.

   James went to his favorite folder.  It didn't have fucking, but it had
girls showing it all, spreading wide.  He started at the top.

   Half an hour later, he figured she was ready for the hard stuff.  She
was sitting on his lap now, or rather on his legs, and she actually seemed
to be enjoying the pictures.  She didn't make any more comments about
skanky hos, at least.

   He went to his fucking folder.  Kat was silent as she watched picture
after picture of men fucking women, and women being fucked.

   "You ever seen that before?"

   She was silent a moment.  "Not in pictures...  I've seen my Mom doing
it, but that's all..."

   Jeezus.  James and Robert traded glances.  That was...  interesting...

   "Tell us about it, please..."

   "Well, just some guy that used to come over...  I heard a noise one
night and I peeked in her room...  She was up on her hands and knees, and
he was behind her...  He seemed really rough with her, but she seemed to
like it.  She squealed and squealed at the end.  I saw his wanger and
everything."

   "Heh.  Cool." James said.  He placed his hand on her small butt, turned
on by her story.  She didn't seem to notice his hand.

   They spent the rest of the afternoon looking at pictures, James trying
to find harder and harder material to see if it would capture her interest.
The pee sex stuff make her laugh.  He also had dozens of movies of Japanese
chicks pooping, that seemed to disgust her a little bit.  Oddly, she seemed
to just like looking at pretty girls the most.  He wondered if she was gay.
He wanted to show her dicks.  He wanted to show her his dick, mostly... 
His mind boiled with ideas, discarding them, turning them over, wondering
how he could get her to do it and make it look like her idea.  Make her
think it was her idea.  Possibilities, possibilities.

   Finally they heard Jessica come through the front door.  James shut down
his computer, and they went down for dinner.  He trusted Kat to keep her
mouth shut, and she didn't disappoint him.

   The next day was much the same.  They finished their homework and
traipsed upstairs, and Kat settled on James's lap again.  James fired up
the porno machine.

   "You guys ever do stuff?  While you're looking a pics?" Kat suddenly
asked.  James was taken a bit aback.

   "Stuff?  What do you mean, stuff?"

   "You know.  Guy stuff."

   "What is guy stuff."

   "You know..."

   "It's okay, we're all adults here.  What do you mean, guy stuff."

   "You know...  you ever rub yourself and stuff?"

   "Oh, that." He regarded Robert's gaze, behind her head.  "Yeah,
sometimes.  So?"

   "So nothing.  I just wondered."

   "What do you know about that?"

   "A little."

   "A little?  How?"

   "Bella...  she's a girl in my class.  I go home with her sometimes... 
Her brother, he does it all the time...  he does it in front of her
sometimes...  she says he spanks it...  I don't know if she means for
real..."

   "That's a, uhm, euphemism for masturbation." Robert spoke up.  Good old
technical Robert.

   She had a blank look on her face.  James said, "Spanking the monkey. 
Whacking off.  Jacking off.  Playing with yourself."

   There.  She understood that one.  She nodded.

   "Yeah, that's what he does.  Plays with his weenie.  She's seen him do
it a lot of times.  I never have." That last part, she almost sounded
wistful.  James wondered just how badly she wanted to see it.

   "Yeah, we do that sometimes.  All guys do, I think.  Some girls even do
it."

   She giggled at that, for some reason.

   They looked at a few more pictures.

   "Well?" Kat said.  "Why aren't you doing it?  Because I'm here?"

   Although that was the exact reason, James didn't want to just come out
and say it.  He looked at Robert again.  "What do you think?"

   "Hey." Robert seemed oddly unsure.  "Whatever you want to do."

   "I guess we could.  What time is it?"

   They still had plenty of time.  He stood her on the floor, and went and
locked his door just in case.  He was aware of Kat watching him intently.
He realized she was eager to see his dick.  He wondered if she'd ever seen
a real one before, up close.  Other than that guy she spied on as he fucked
her mom.

   "Look." He said, an idea popping into his skull.  "If we're gonna get
naked, you have too also.  Fair?"

   "Okay.  Fair." She acquiesced immediately, surprising him.  She
surprised him even more by stripping off her shirt, and dropping her jeans
to the floor.  As she pulled her panties down, he admired her cute little
flat titties.  Jeezus, they actually looked hard.  He was started to
realize that she was a little sexpot.  This was great.

   She was stark naked, and they hadn't even started.  Slowly James drew
his shirt off, and dropped his pants.  He was used to being naked, but
usually when he jacked off with Robert they just pulled their dicks out of
their pants.  What the hell.  He went ahead and stripped, and Robert did.

   When he pulled his underwear down and his hardening dick flopped free,
Kat gulped, and regarded Robert's massive prick also.

   James felt proud.  Of both himself, and Robert.  He knew that for the
rest of her life, she would probably measure every dick she saw against
these two.  And how rarely would she find one that matched up.  Plus, she
was little, and they probably looked even bigger to her than normal.

   "Well?  What do you think?" He said, wondering what was going through
her mind.

   "That...  that's a lot bigger than my mom's boyfriend...  a lot..."

   Both the boys snickered.  They both knew how impressive their dicks
were, even to a girl who'd probably not seen a lot of dicks.

   "I saw some boy's weenies on the playground when they peed...  they were
tiny..."

   Both Robert and James had full erections by now, James was excited just
by showing her his dick.  He looked at her little mound, seeing the slit
disappear between her legs.  His dick got harder yet.

   The computer was forgotten.  James and Robert stood before her as she
sat on the edge of his bed.  They both began to stroke their dicks, showing
her how they did it.  She seemed fascinated.

   "Kat." James spoke.

   "What." She jumped.

   "This would be way more intense...  if you would, uhm, if you would
spread your legs out where we could see you..."

   "Me?  You mean I would make you feel better?" She instinctively spread
her legs wide, at the same time hardly believing that she could be an
object of interest to them.  She lay back a little, to afford a better view
even.

   James and Robert were entranced.  She had a beautiful little pussy.  Not
a hair on it.  Clean and...  damn...  just beautiful.  James decided then
and there that he was going to taste it before this was over.

   She seemed amused by the whole thing, now.  James stroked harder,
staring at her cute little pussy.  He wanted to taste her pussy, and sniff
her asshole.  He wanted to sniff her pussy, and taste her asshole.  He
wanted to do it all.  And he felt like it was in his grasp, as willing as
she'd been so far.

   He moved over in front of her.

   "Kat...  can I rub you with it?  Want me to?"

   She looked at little unsure, but finally said "Okay..."

   His bed was high enough that he just had to push down the end of his
dick slightly, and he began to rub the cap of it up and down in her pussy
slit.  She sighed and relaxed, and seemed completely comfortable with him
doing it.  He went on for a few minutes, and finally turned to Robert.

   "Want to smell it?" Robert nodded, and bent down to the cap of James's
dick, taking it in his hand.  He sniffed a few times, saying "Yummy", and
then surprised them both by taking the cap of James's dick in his mouth. 
He swished it around, and grinned up at them.

   James returned to rubbing her pussy when Robert gave him his dick back.
It felt even better, wet with Robert's saliva.  Finally he noticed her
breathing was becoming deeper and deeper, and her eyes rolled back in her
head.

   "Jeezus, she's coming!" He said to Robert, and they both watched in
fascination as her small body trembled and shook uncontrollably.  She
finally relaxed again, and grinned up at them.

   "That was good..."

   "You came, darling." Said James, laughing softly.

   "I don't know what it was but I liked it." She said, a puzzled look on
her face.

   "That's called coming.  It's like the payoff for having sex."

   "We are having sex then?"

   "We're pretty close to it, I think."

   Through all this he just kept on rubbing.  Finally, he had a generous
thought, and moved aside so Robert could get some time in.  Her pussy
seemed moist, he wondered if she was able to get wet yet.  Robert moved in
with gusto, and proceeded to rub in her slit for twenty minutes or so,
until she came again.  She was really starting to like that feeling.  She
was glad she'd disturbed the boys, glad it had led to this.  She felt like
she'd really learned something valuable.  She felt like she was ahead of
the curve.

   Robert finally took the initiative.

   "Kat...  could you turn on your stomach and stick your butt in the air?
I want to kiss your bottom if you don't mind..."

   She immediately did as he wished, sticking her little ass high in the
air.  The boys regarded her little brown wrinkled anus with awe, and then
James nodded to Robert.  Robert slowly placed a hand on each buttock, and
spread her beautiful little ass apart.  He moved his nose down, and
breathed in her wonderful scent.  Her ass smelled just like what an ass
should smell, strong and spicy and intense, and he felt his dick get even
harder yet.  Was there no end?

   He gave James a chance to smell her before he slurped her up like an
oyster.  James seemed turned on, also, by the raw smell of her, and he
stopped and ran his dick up and down her slit a few times.  She shivered.
He moved aside and Robert took his place again.

   Robert had never actually tasted an ass before.  Sure, he'd slurped
Jessica's panties many times, but he'd never had the real thing, the real
hot moist pulsating thing.  It almost made his eyes water.  Without a
thought further he fastened his mouth around her little anus, sucking in
her taste, reveling in the raw sensation of it.  It was truly intense.  It
had a bitter bite to it, but it was wonderful.  He was in heaven.  It
didn't matter that this was a little nine year old ass, it was an ass, and
it was his, for the moment.  He felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

   James, Robert and Kat had no idea how much time had passed.  James
looked at the clock and was horrified how late it was.  His mom was due
home in just fifteen minutes.  He tapped Robert on the shoulder, causing
the other boy to pull his face out of the young girl's ass.

   "We gotta finish up, if we're gonna.  It's almost time."

   James grabbed his towel from under the bed, then paused.

   "Kat.  Could we jack off on you?"

   "Sure." She didn't even pause to think.  He wondered if she had any idea
what he was asking.

   She lay spread eagled, on his bed, her legs over the side.  The two boys
began jacking off in earnest, and it didn't take long at all, as turned on
as they both were.  As they both came at once, strings of semen sprayed
out, all over her chest, her stomach, her pussy.  She laughed in surprise,
watching the twitching dicks spray on her.  The smell was intense.  It was
over quickly.

   James grabbed the towel, and quickly rubbed her down.  "Go, darling,
jump in the shower, you smell like cum, just rinse yourself, okay?"

   He got the water warm for her, and she stepped in and rinsed her body
while the boys dressed.  When she got out James dried her off with a fresh
towel, and handed her her clothes.  He bent down and kissed her pussy
softly before she drew her panties up.

   "Tomorrow, okay?  We'll try a few things tomorrow, yes?"

   She grinned and nodded.  He realized that he loved her.  He looked at
Robert, and saw the same love in Robert's eyes.  Damn.  They had a girl
now. This was getting better and better.





   Tomorrow couldn't come quickly enough for James or Robert.  They raced
through school, impatient as ever, and zoomed over to the grade school to
wait for Kat.  They walked her home, straight up the stairs and into
James's bedroom.  He locked the door.

   "Well." He said, regarding the two of them.  Kat looked as innocent as
ever, and he could hardly believe he'd sprayed his sperm all over her
yesterday.  His dick began to get hard.  This was going to be fun.

   "Wanna look at pictures?  Or just strip down and start?" He finally
said, as they both sat on the edge of his bed.

   In answer, Kat slowly pulled her shirt over her head.  James and Robert
were eager as ever, and in just a few seconds they were nude, waiting on
her to catch up.  Finally she was naked.  How did I ever think she was not
sexy as hell, James wondered.  Her little titties were hard again, and he
promised himself to suck on them today.

   Robert's dick was hard, and stood straight out from his body.  So was
James's, though his had a definite upwards tilt to it.

   Kat finally finished undressing, and crawled up on James's bed, and lay
back, her legs slightly spread, and her knees hanging over the edge.  James
looked and Robert, and slowly kneeled in front of her.  "Kat.  Can I lick
your pussy?"

   "Sure." She said blankly, surprised he'd asked.  He lowered his face
down into her wonderful little cunt, and began licking.  The little bump of
her clit was definite, and he concentrated on it, feeling her shiver
beneath him.  Something was going on with her and Robert, he felt Robert
crawl up on the bed, and realized Kat was holding Robert's dick in her
hands.  He continued to eat her out as she played with Robert's hard dick,
and he finally looked up in time to see her tentatively take the end of it
in her mouth.  The cap was about all she could take, but that seemed to be
enough for Robert.  This went on for a few minutes.

   Finally James could stand it no more.  He wanted to taste her little
asshole.  He pulled away, and waited for a pause in her play with Robert's
cock.  She finally removed it from her mouth.

   "Kat, darling, could you get up on her hands and knees like you did for
Robert yesterday?  If he moves down there you can still suck on him, while
I kiss your butt."

   She complied, instantly, and Robert moved to the head of the bed, where
he turned and offered Kat his cock again.  She took it eagerly, and began
sucking in earnest.  James reached two trembling hands down, and pulled
apart her ass cheeks, exposing her little rectum to the light of day.  He
put his face down into her ass, breathing deeply through his nose, drinking
in her wonderful smell.  Sharp, tangy, spicy...  a thousand adjectives came
to mind.  Wonderful.  Just wonderful.  He slowly reached out his tongue and
barely touched it to the center of her puckered hole, savoring the flavor
of it, wanting to remember forever this moment.  She had a wonderful tasty
little ass.  He began to lick.

   Robert looked down at the top of her head as she sucked deeply on his
dick.  He loved her desperately, more than he ever thought he would a
little girl.  She was so cute and so sexy, he thought he couldn't stand it.
His prostate gave a lurch, and he realized that at any time he could come,
if he allowed it.

   "Kat, baby..." He said.  "I'm about to cum...  slow down..." He felt
rather than heard a snort from her, but she did slow down a little.  The
minutes stretched, both boys in heaven, and the girl seemed to be enjoying
herself, too.  When she finally came she almost bit Robert's dick before
she caught herself, and she spit it out, and gave herself up to the feeling
of her second orgasm.  Goose bumps covered her inner thighs, and she jerked
and twitched, causing James to lick her ass and clit all the harder.  He
pulled his face up from her ass and pussy finally, and she turned over and
flopped down on the bed, exhausted.

   "That was fun..." was all she had to say, and the three of them rested
for a few minutes before Robert asked "May I?" and began his turn licking
her pussy.  Kat just lay there and let him, hoping she would come again,
trusting that she would.

   After a while Robert pulled himself back up, and spread her legs
further.

   "Kat...  baby..." He asked, kind of apologetically.  "Can I stick my
finger in you, maybe just a little ways?  I'll try not to hurt you..."

   "Yes..." she said, smiling up at him, trusting him.

   "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" He licked his middle finger and made the
"fuck you" sign, positioning it in front of her little cunt.  He slowly,
carefully pressed it inwards, immediately burying it up past the nail, and
pushed it further and further in her body.  He felt her jerk once, and he
stopped, looking at her inquisitively.

   She nodded, and he continued.  He pulled it in and out a little, going a
little further each time, as her wetness coated it.  Finally his knuckles
rested on her pussy lips, and he was all the way in.

   "How does that feel, baby?" He asked, and she smiled and nodded.

   "It feels good...  I feel full...  but it's good..." He smiled, and
began slowly pumping his finger in and out, finger-fucking her.  He reached
up with his thumb and squeezed her clit every time he sank his finger in
deeply, and he felt her quiver with pleasure.

   James was slowly masturbating as he watched this, and finally he
remembered what he had seen Robert doing earlier.  He moved up on he bed,
and moved the tip of his dick to her mouth.  She accepted it easily,
sliding it into her hot wet mouth, craning her neck upwards to take as much
of it as her small mouth would allow.  She could feel the difference
between the two boy's dicks, James's was noticeably larger around, but she
enjoyed the feeling of both of them.  She decided she liked sucking dicks.
It was fun.  But then, having her pussy licked was even more fun.  And this
finger thing felt good, too.

   Robert wanted her to come badly as he stroked her.  He was glad he had
clipped his fingernails this morning, for this very reason.  Her pussy felt
so sexy wrapped around his finger, tight and hot.  He reached down with his
free hand and cupped one of her little buttocks, squeezing and kneading it.
She was so sexy, Jeezus.  He really wished they could fuck her, but as
tight as her pussy was on just his finger, he didn't think that could
happen without splitting her open.  And he sure didn't want to hurt her.

   Finally, at long last, Kat came again.  Her third!  She screwed up her
eyes, and her little nose squinched up, and she panted like a dog in
heat... Her legs twitched and jerked, and she came mightily, a big orgasm
for such a little girl.  Robert was proud of it, that he had made that
happen.  James had withdrawn his penis from her mouth when she began to
come, for safety sake, and suddenly he felt a jerk from it as he realized
he was just a stroke or two away from coming, himself.

   "Kat...  may I?" He asked, placing his penis over her stomach and chest.
She nodded, smiling, looking down at it.  Robert carefully pulled his
finger out of her pussy, sniffed it, and then popped it into his mouth. 
With his other hand he began masturbating himself, aiming his dick at her
little pussy.  James grunted loudly, coming hard, spraying sperm all over
her belly, and even shooting a stream up under her chin.  Robert finally
came, shooting his load onto her little pussy, covering it beneath a creamy
load of sperm.  They finally sat back, exhausted, the smell of fresh sperm
rising heavily from the young girls body.

   James looked at the clock.  They still had almost two hours!  Having to
baby-sit Kat was definitely the best thing that had happened to them so
far. It was going to be an interesting few weeks.  He'd already decided to
have his mom ask Alice if Kat could come over every day from now on.





   Chapter 3 : James & Jessica at the Camp





   One day, just quite by chance, James and Jessica happened to be sitting
in the living room together.  When the TV show they were watching ended,
James put one of his long-term plans into action.  It was risky, he felt,
but with risk came reward.  He reached over and pulled the photo album out,
his favorite one.

   "Mom?"

   "Yes, dear."

   "Tell me about this, please." He opened the book to the nudist pages. 
He wanted his Mom to know he'd seen the pictures, that he'd seen her naked.
He wanted her to wonder if she'd turned him on.

   Jessica saw what he'd opened to, and laughed.  Not an embarrassed laugh,
just a laugh.  He admired her for not being embarrassed.

   "That was many years ago, James.  That's your father!"

   "Yeah, I figured that."

   "That place was in Arkansas, on Highway 270.  It was old way back then.
I wonder if it's still even in existence today."

   "How often did you guys go?"

   "Oh, twice a year, usually, once in the spring for a few days, and then
in the late summer for a week or so.  It was lots of fun.  Everyone was so
nice.  So...  earthy, or something."

   "Why did you stop?"

   "Well, after your dad left, there wasn't much reason for me to go by
myself.  And I pretty much had my hands full with you."

   "Would you ever go again?"

   She thought for a moment.  "Yes.  Yes, I would.  I enjoyed it, I enjoyed
the freedom of it.  And the social scene.  Totally layerless, as you can
imagine.  Just people, being themselves.  Nudist are a very special
bunch... I don't know if special is the right word for it...  but an
eclectic group.  Very sociable."

   "So, why don't we go there, instead of Myrtle Beach?"

   She actually laughed again.  "Us?  To the nudist resort?  I don't
know..."

   "Well, it's an idea."

   "That it is, that it is." She eyed him speculatively.  "You think you
could do it, at your age?  Run around for a week, with your ding dong
hanging out?"

   He actually felt a twinge from his dick when she said "ding dong".  He
knew she was just trying to be funny, but it turned him on nonetheless. 
His mom was amazing, she seemed to have absolutely no hang-ups, no
inhibitions.  He was disappointed that he so often lost his nerve when
talking to her, he thought of the sexy things that it would turn him on so
much to hear her say.  And he had little doubt that she would say them.

   "Sure I could.  It sounds like fun." That was pure bluster on his part,
he wasn't sure if he could go nude in front of people or not.  If there
were cute girls there, he'd have a hard-on the whole time.  Hell, just
seeing his mom nude would probably be enough for that.

   "Uhm.  What happens if guys have...  problems..." He wanted so bad to
say "hard-on" or "erection" but his nerve broke.  She laughed.

   "Well, most guys carry a towel around with them, just in case.  You see
a guy quite often wearing a towel." She turned the page to the page that
had the picture of her showing her pussy.  James was astounded, proud, and
turned-on.  He felt an erection coming on.  Sure enough, in the background
of that very picture, was a man with a towel around his waist.

   "Maybe that was this guy's problem.  Maybe not."

   James stared lovingly at the picture, at her beautiful hairy pussy.  He
wondered if it was still hairy.  Most everybody shaved nowadays.

   "Yeah, I could do it, I think.  Like I said, it sounds like fun."

   "Well, get online and see if the place is still open.  Happy Valley. 
I'll think about it."





   James was exhilarated, abashed, embarrassed in advance, and really,
really turned on.  They had been in the car six hours so far, and he'd had
a hard-on almost the whole trip.  He realized that when they got there,
he'd have to wear a towel the whole time, probably.  But this was a dream,
really coming true.

   It was summer vacation, at long long last, and they were on their way to
Happy Valley.  The people there had been glad to accept them as trial
members, probably glad it was a mother and son instead of some pervy old
man.  I am a pervy young man, James thought.  And proud of it.

   God.  He was going to get to see his mom naked.  Nude.  Whatever.  That
alone was worth any future embarrassment he might suffer.  He'd just wear
his towel, and be happy.  His mom would understand.  His mom had given him
a long talk about the camp, about the difference between sexual nudity and
naturist nudity, and how he needed to separate the two in his mind.  It
didn't seem to bother her a bit that he would be seeing her naked, or she
him.  He idly wondered if she had any idea how big his dick was.  His dad
had a big one, why shouldn't he?  He hoped she would be surprised.  And
even proud, maybe.  He was certainly proud of it.

   He wondered again what girls might be there.  He hoped there were a few
his age, a few good-looking ones, although he was still shy around girls.
He hoped his big dick would somehow magically open doors for him, since
everyone would be able to see it.  If he could actually do it, go nude.





   Another two hours, and they pulled off the road at the Happy Valley
sign, and drove another few miles.  They came up to a gate, and Jessica
pushed a button.  The speaker squawked, she identified them, and the gate
began to open.  James put on his sunglasses, so no one could see where his
eyes were looking, and he prepared himself mentally for magical sights.

   He was disappointed.  On the way to the office, he only saw a few
nudists from a distance.  They exited the car and went into the office. 
James was a bit horrified by what he saw in there.  An old man and woman
ran the camp, and they were there, in all their nudist glory.  Old, fat and
wrinkled.  James had a hard time not looking, in horrified fascination. 
The old woman's boobs hung down to her waist, almost.  The old man had a
fairly large or rather long dick, or maybe he was just seeing the effect of
years of gravity.  It was a little frightening.  His mom greeted them like
long lost friends, and they both swore they could remember her, from twelve
years ago.  Maybe they could.  It was a relief to get the business
concluded, and go find their cabin.

   Their cabin was quaint, a little two-bedroom thing with a small kitchen,
and fortunately a bathroom.  James helped his mom unload the car, and he
craned his neck here and there, looking for cute girls.  Nothing.  The
moment of truth loomed ever closer.  He had come this far without being
sure of what he would actually do when the moment came to strip down.  How
would he control his unruly dick?  The towel was his only answer.  The
towel would be his savior.

   He went in his room, and put up his clothes.

   "James!" His mom called out from her room.  "I'm going native!  Don't be
surprised!"

   I won't be surprised, I'll be turned on, he mumbled to himself.  He went
to his door, and closed it to within an inch of being shut.  His room
looked right out into the kitchen, and he hoped to catch a glimpse of her,
in the nude, before he had to come out.  His plan, formulated on the spot,
was to jerk off enough times to where his dick was finally exhausted,
satiated.  Then maybe it would stay down, at least for an hour or two.  He
turned off the light in his room, and hurriedly stripped, his dick
blossoming in the freedom of release from his jeans.  He went to the crack
of the door, and watched, and waited.

   He didn't have to wait long.  His own grunt of satisfaction surprised
and horrified him, and she walked out into the kitchen.  She didn't seem to
have heard the noise he made, at least.  She was everything he'd ever
dreamed of, ever hoped for.  Incredibly, she was even more sexy now than
she'd been in that picture of twelve years ago.  Her pussy was smooth as a
babies butt, he was pleased to notice.  Her legs were long and strong,
almost hard looking.  Her stomach was still flat, maybe not as much as
years ago, but she didn't have anything to be ashamed of.  God, she was
hot, she was just damn hot, he told himself.  Damn hot.

   His dick was hard as an ironwood tree, and he began stroking it, folding
it up along his belly so he could get closer to the crack of the door.  He
watched his mom as he silently masturbated, watching her put up groceries
and arrange the silverware in the drawer.  She was less that ten feet from
him sometimes!  Naked!  He was so in love with her it hurt, almost.

   He felt a lurch from his dick when she bent over to put something in a
lower drawer.  Her ass was the stuff of dreams, of nightmares.  He had
seen, for a split second, the darker indention where her asshole was,
nestled between her cheeks.  He hurriedly looked around, and grabbed a
small trash can, and held it out, the end of his dick down inside it.  He
came, hard and forceful, wincing at the splattery noise of his semen
hitting the bottom of the can.  He shook the end of his dick off, and
carefully set the can on the floor.  His dick did go down a little, for a
little while, but he couldn't stop staring out the crack at her, and soon
it was back up just like earlier.  Damn.

   "James!" He jumped, as she called him.  She had done it without even
looking at his room.  He wondered if she somehow knew he was spying on her.
He went to the end of the bed before yelling back, "What!"

   "Are you coming out?  Dinner is in an hour, communal dinner.  We should
go, meet everyone."

   Oh shit.  He had a full hard-on again.  Suddenly she spoke, from
literally the other side of the door.

   "James?  May I come in?"

   He dropped to the bed, and grabbed the pillow, placing it over his dick.
He almost had to force his dick down into the space between his legs.

   "Uh...  sure..."

   She opened the door, and stood there, in all her naked glory.  She
looked at him a bit strangely, sitting there in the dark with a pillow in
his lap.  She turned on the lights.  She was even more fantastic, close up.
Her skin was so dark and smooth.  He wondered if she went to the tanning
booth.  She had definite tan lines.  Sexy tan lines.  She was sexy,
personified.  Everything about her was sexy.  His mother, his beautiful
mother, stood naked before him.  Now his dick was really hard.  His tongue
was even hard.

   "James...  darling...  you're going to have to come out sometimes..."

   "Uh...  I know...  I just...  got a problem right now..."

   She actually giggled at that, causing him embarrassment.  He stared at
her, drinking her beauty in like a thirsty man in the desert.  It didn't
seem to bother her a bit that he stared.

   "James, James, you're a growing boy, it's only natural..."

   "I'm not sure...  if this was a good idea..."

   "Yes, yes it was.  It's what you make of it, James.  Don't waste your
time here hiding in your bedroom, get out and have some fun.  Get your mind
off of it.  Remember what we talked about?"

   "Uh...  yeah..."

   "Come on.  Throw that pillow away, get a towel, and let's go meet
everybody.  I'm curious to see if there are more people here that I might
know."

   After that she just stood there, her hands on her hips, waiting on him.
Was she waiting on him?  Was she waiting on him to toss the pillow?  He
wanted to show her his dick so bad.  He was proud of his dick.  He loved
his dick.  He wanted her to be proud of it.  Well, he wanted her to be
turned on by it, really.  And god, her pussy was so smooth, so beautiful.
And those tits.  He couldn't tear his eyes away.

   Finally, his arm muscles screaming in protest, he tossed the pillow
aside.  Before he could stand up he heard a sharp intake of breath from
her. He looked up.

   He had seen a lot of looks on his mom's face before, but never one of
such surprise.  He realized then that she had no idea how big his dick was.
Well, now she knew.  He just sat there, like an idiot.  Idly he wondered
where a towel was.  A big towel.  A big thick one.

   "James, James." His mother said softly, "You do have a problem.  A big
problem." She laughed, equally softly.  "Damn your father.  At least he did
do one thing right."

   That puzzled him.  He wasn't sure how his deadbeat dad fit into this. 
"What do you mean?"

   "He did leave you with one thing of value.  Damn, James.  Damn."

   That surprised him, to hear her swear like that.  He had never heard her
swear before.

   His dick was hard as ever.  My mom is looking at my dick, he told
himself, my mom.  He almost thought for a second he was going to come,
without even touching it.  He wondered if she could smell the semen in the
trash can.  He sniffed.  He could smell it.

   "So, what do you want to do?  Wear a towel?  Can you get that thing to
go down anytime soon?"

   He mumbled, weirdly embarrassed, weirdly proud.  "No, it won't... 
unless I do...  something..."

   "Something?  Like what?  Ejaculate?"

   To his shame, his face burned with embarrassment.  At the same time it
turned him on to hear his mom say the word.  He realized that her gaze
hadn't left his dick, since he first exposed it.

   "Yes, that."

   "That will make it go down?"

   "Well, actually, I did once, and it didn't..."

   "You have already?  Since we've been here?" She glanced around the room,
presumably looked for a towel or something he had masturbated into.  He
knew she could smell it, the whole room was full of the smell of it.  She
continued, "How long ago was this?"

   "About ten minutes maybe..."

   "Jeezus, James, you ejaculated ten minutes ago, and you're that hard,
again?  Good grief." She seemed genuinely impressed.  He felt a surge of
pride.  He was getting through to her.  He had to be.

   She glanced at her watch, then returned her gaze to his dick.  He
noticed she had tennis shoes on, with no socks.  For some reason it turned
him on even more, to think of her walking around naked and wearing shoes.
It really looked sexy.

   "Well." She said, "Dinner is in fifty minutes.  Let's see what we can do
about this."

   He nodded and glanced down at his dick.  Hard as a rock, it jutted
upwards at a jaunty angle.  He was pre-cumming like crazy, a huge drop of
it leaving a long string as it dripped onto the floor.  Jeezus.

   Then came the moment that utterly shocked him to his core.  His life
changed forever, with once sentence.  His mom opened her mouth, and out
came the words, "How about if I give you a hand?"

   There was no doubt whatsoever in his mind what she meant.  She was
talking about jacking him off.  She was talking about wrapping her hand
around his big dick and jerking it until he came.  He felt a wave of love
for her and her brashness that almost overwhelmed him.

   He sat back down heavily, and lay back slightly.  He felt like he was in
a dream.  He simply said, "Please...  please..."

   She had what he imagined to be a satisfied look on her face.  She sat
down beside him, facing him, one leg up on the bed, crooked at the knee. 
Her knee rubbed his ass.  Her pussy was spread wide, whether she meant that
to happen or not, he didn't know.  He couldn't look away from it.  He
jumped when her hands touched him, when she grasped his hard penis in her
warm firm hands.  Oh god, oh god.  Was this really happening.  She began to
stroke.

   The next few minutes were a dream, truly a dream.  He knew he could come
any second if he let himself, but he held back, as hard as he ever had in
his life.  He wanted this to go on forever.  Forever, capital.  He felt
like he was floating.  The sensations from his penis felt so good, so
incredibly good that he almost couldn't stand it.  His mind retreated
further and further from reality, almost unable to take what was happening.
He kept repeating to his self, My mom, my mom...  my mom is jacking me
off...  my mom...

   He stared down at her exposed pussy, loving her more than he thought he
was able too.  Her pussy was so beautiful...  so bare, no hair...  the lips
were deep pink, wrinkled...  He wanted to taste her so bad...  Her pussy
gapped open, slightly, and he thought, I can see inside her.  I am looking
inside my mom's pussy while she jacks me off.  I can die now.  It will all
be downhill from here.

   His mom was good.  His was not the first dick she'd pumped.  She ran one
hand up and down his long shaft, while she cupped and rubbed and teased the
cap with her other.  In her mind she was jacking off James's father, again,
as she did so often, back in the good old days...  She had loved the man
dearly, and she had loved his big dick...  how surprising, but not really,
to find that his son had an even bigger dick...  She had read somewhere
that the penis size gene traveled through the mother's side...  She didn't
know where he'd gotten it, but James had a damn big dick.  A nice, big
dick. I'm sure I'll regret this in the morning, and maybe for the rest of
my life, but I don't regret it now, she thought.  It had been a long time
since she'd gotten to play with a big dick.  She didn't realize how much
she'd missed it.

   Finally, the moment arrived...

   "Mom..." He mumbled, saying words he'd never in his wildest dreams
imagined he'd say to his mother.  "Mom...  I'm gonna cum..."

   He thought his capacity for shock was overloaded, that he couldn't be
shocked any more.  But he was wrong.  She leaned forward, and positioned
her mouth right over his dick.  There was no doubt on what she intended. 
He felt her hot breath on the pre-cum smeared cap of his dick.

   "Go ahead, baby."

   She slid her lips down around the cap of his penis, her soft warm wet
lips, and he ejaculated violently, so hard it hurt.  Prostate cramp, he
thought.  Damn.  He came, again and again, and he felt her swallow
convulsively several times as he pumped her mouth full of semen.  He hadn't
even been able to dream of anything this sexy happening.  He hadn't dared.
He thought to himself, the stakes are too high, but he had no idea what he
even meant by that.  He realized that her hand was cupping his balls,
feeling them twitch and contract as semen blasted out of them.

   He slowed.  One more half-squirt, and he was drained.  He was happy.  A
soft and warm glow surrounded him.  He could have gone to sleep, there and
then, as his mom slurped and sucked the cap of his dick, cleaning every bit
of sperm from it.  She kissed it softly, and sat up.

   "James." He looked at her blearily, loving her to death.  "James, we
probably shouldn't have done that, or rather I probably shouldn't have done
that...  but I did.  I'm sorry if you regret it later.  I hope you don't. I
was just kind of overwhelmed...  your dad...  your dad had a powerful hold
over me...  I think that it still affects me, somewhat...  Please don't
think poorly of me, for what I've done..."

   To his, and her, surprise, James began bawling like a baby.  Tears ran
down his face.  He saw his mom steel herself, and realized that she didn't
understand why he was crying.  He turned to her and grabbed her, pulling
her to his body, wrapping his arms around her, hoping to explain.

   "No!  Mom!  I'll never regret it!  I love you!  God I love you!" He
snuffled and snorted.  "You've given me something...  something, I don't
know, something I never would have dared hope for...  I love you so much!
Don't ever regret it!"

   She was surprised at his intensity, but then again, his own mother had
just jacked him off, and sucked down what felt like a gallon of his semen.
That would probably shock any kid.  She let him hold her while he finished,
and then she raised his chin up, and kissed him.  A real kiss, not just a
peck.  A nice long, open-mouth kiss, she even tickled his tongue with hers.
She hoped her spermy breath didn't bother him.  He tasted his own semen on
her lips, and on her tongue.  He had tasted it before.  It didn't bother
him.  They finished, and he laid against her, almost seeming asleep.  She
looked down at him, loving him back, feeling a warmth for him that she
never had before.  She had raised him as her own, but never felt like he
was her own.  Sometimes she felt like they were just two people living in
the same house.  Now, though, she thought she understood the depth of his
love, yes, his lust for her, and she felt some of her own, in return.  And
that dick.  Oh god, that dick.

   His face rested on her breast.  His lips were an inch from her nipple.
Give him what every teenage boy wants, she told herself.  She wiggled her
boobs, leaned forward a bit, and teased his lips with her nipple.

   "Come on baby...  suck on mommy's titty..."

   Without even opening his eyes his lips latched onto her tit.  He sucked
so hard it almost hurt, and she wished that something would flow out of
there and make him more happy.  She had never breast-fed, and always felt
like she'd missed out on one of life's great experiences.

   So, for a while, she just sat there on his bed, holding him, letting him
suck and nibble on her nipples.  She was happy, and she was glad she had
decided to bring him here.  She wondered if he had planned things with this
in mind.  It was obvious he had liked her more than an ordinary mother/son
relationship would allow...  She wondered how long he had felt this way. 
She wondered how far she was going to allow this to go.  It had already
gone pretty far.  She wondered what was going to happen once they got back
home, if they could return to simple mother and son.  She remember, with a
blush of embarrassment, her high-brow lecture about separating nudity from
sex.  We all see how well that turned out, she thought.

   "James.  Come on.  Let's go to dinner." His eyes flew open, and an
almost frightened look appeared on his face.  He looked down.  She looked
down.  Damn.  He was hard again.





   The rest of that evening just passed in a hazy dream to James.  Dinner
was fine.  He did fine.  His dick behaved fine, after his mother sucked him
off a second time.  The intensity of it surprised them both.  He didn't
squirt out that much semen after the third time in less than an hour, and
his balls actually hurt.  But he loved it.  Looking down at the top of his
mom's head as she sucked him had been so incredible.  He lightly ran his
fingertips all over her neck and shoulders as she sucked him, wanting to
give her something back.  When he had came again, at last, she gave him
another long kiss, and he tasted his sperm on her tongue.  That turned him
on.  Everything turned him on.  He worried about getting hard again, but
his dick was exhausted for the moment.  Tonight, he thought.  Tonight.  How
can I not get to fuck her, after this?  I want it.  I almost think she
wants it.  Damn.  Maybe I'm gonna get some, finally.

   James was slowly realizing that a lot of this had to do with his dad. 
But he didn't care.  Move over, old dog, he thought.  His dad had bailed,
for some reason.  He had walked away, leaving an incredible woman behind. A
woman that still obviously loved his memory, at least.  And the memory of
his dick, which is probably what she sees in me.  No matter.  Like I've
always said, I'll take what I can get.

   After the dinner they walked slowly back through the dusk to their
cabin, holding hands.  James could see the lights come on at the volleyball
field, but he didn't care.  All he cared about was his mom.  He was ready
for more.  He was hungry.  He felt his dick lengthening, getting ready to
get hard again.  He wanted that, too.  He wanted her to see it.  He wanted
her to know that it was for her, because of her.  There were girls at the
camp, he had half-way noticed at dinner, good looking girls.  A surprising
number of them.  But all he had thought about was his mom.  The girls could
come later.  Tonight, to him, was all about his mother.  His wonderful,
sexy, beautiful mother.





   "Well."

   They were back in their cabin.  James still felt like he was in a daze.
His dick was half tumescent, swinging long and free.  He wanted to scream
and shake it at his mom and chase her around the cabin like a caveman, but
he sat carefully on the couch.  Jessica had spoken, but then she didn't
really have anything else to say.  He broke the silence, finally.

   "Mom."

   "Yes, dear?"

   "Can I...  can I take some pictures of you?"

   She snorted, almost laughing.  What a boy.  She knew he wanted
something, some part of her to hold onto, should things change.  Should she
go back to being just his mother.  She didn't mind.

   "Sure, James, I don't care..."

   He went and retrieved his camera.  He hadn't been sure about the picture
policy at the camp, but he had brought his camera anyway.  He began taking
pictures of her as she sat on the couch, concentrating more on her face and
surprising himself at that.  He wanted to see her for more than just a
piece of meat.  But, well, he did want that meat, too.

   She tried to be a good model.  It was enjoyable.  She knew he was trying
for more than just tits and ass, and she tried to give him some elegance.
She was elegant by nature anyway, that wasn't hard.  But she found herself
more and more trying to look sexy.  She finally ended up laying back on the
couch, her legs spread slightly, while he clicked away, now obviously
concentrating on her pussy.

   "Mom...  how do you get so smooth...  down there?  Do you shave every
day?"

   She laughed softly.  "I had laser hair removal, when it first came out.
Burned like a motherfucker."

   He was scandalized to hear her cuss so nonchalantly.  He nodded.  He
wanted to touch it so bad.  He hoped he'd get to.  He was pretty hard by
now, his dick flopping back and forth as he moved.  He noticed she just
couldn't seem to keep her eyes off it.  Matter of time, he thought, matter
of time.

   "Mom.  Can I get your butt?"

   She turned over, and lay on the couch.  He went down to the end and took
a few artistic-type photos.  Then, she draped one leg over the edge of the
couch to the floor.  He could see in her crack, all the way to her asshole.
For an instant he remembered the tangy, sexy smell of Kat's little asshole,
and his dick got even harder.  He wished Kat and Robert were here with him,
to share this, his triumph.  Robert would go nuts when he heard about this.
He couldn't wait to tell them about it.  And, show them these pictures.  He
took some more pictures of his mom's cute brown asshole, telling himself
that before the week was out his tongue was going to go there.

   James finally got enough pictures.  Well, he filled his card up.  Now
just run those off onto his laptop, and take more...

   Jessica sat up on the couch, and he joined her.  He burned like fire
where her leg touched his.  His dick pulsated, rising and falling with his
heartbeat.  Damn.  They didn't even have a TV.  Obviously, you weren't
supposed to spent your time on the couch at the nudist colony.

   "James.  It's dark outside.  No one can see you.  Let's go for a walk."

   He didn't really want to, he'd rather stay here and ogle her and see
what might happen.  But he agreed.  He got a towel, just in case they came
to any lighted areas.  They left the cabin.  They walked away from the
central area, into the night.  A few hundred yards from their cabin they
came upon a game field, with freshly mown grass.  The night was damp and
humid.  Insect noises were all around them, and earlier something had
scampered across their path.  But, they seemed to be alone.  They walked to
the center of the field.

   "James." His mother spoke.  "Spread your towel out on the ground."

   He did.  Luckily, it was a beach towel.  A large one.  His mom squatted,
kneeled, and then lay down on the towel.  He could barely see her in the
dim light.  Her beautiful breasts seemed to shine, they were so pale.  He
looked at her, and could barely see her motioning to him.

   "Come down here, James.  Lay with me."

   He did.  They lay, side by side, chastely, like two medieval lovers in a
chaperoned tryst.  A whole universe of stars was spread out over their
heads, and James almost felt like he was falling into it.  He felt her hand
creep into his, and he seized it desperately, wanting to drink in the
moment, wanting this feeling to last forever.  Wanting to hold on to her.

   "James." His mom was feeling guilty now, he thought.  He discerned that
from the Tone of voice of just one word.

   "It's okay, mom, it's really okay.  Don't worry."

   "I'm not that worried, not yet.  I don't think it's really sunk in yet."

   "Mom.  Regret nothing.  Just keep going forward, that's what my coach
says."

   She laughed softly.  "Yes.  I guess.  I just don't want to hurt you."

   "How can this hurt me?  It's making me the happiest person in the world.
Mom.  All I want is to love you.  That's all I want."

   "James, James, my wonderful James...  I hope, god I hope...  Well,
what's done is one."

   "Yeah.  And it was wonderful."

   "Yeah.  Yeah, it was."

   They were silent for a while, staring at the fabulous river of stars.  A
hundred Feet away a couple walked by, murmuring.  No one knew they were
there, out in the Middle of the football field.  Or whatever it was.

   "James." His mother spoke again.

   "Yes?"

   "Roll over on top of me.  I want to feel you, on top of me."

   He was surprised, but willing.  He didn't roll, he picked himself up
slightly, and gingerly crawled on top of her warm body.  God she felt sexy
beneath him.  He could feel her tits against his chest.  He put his arms
down, and his hands around the back of her neck.  Even her neck was sexy.
God!

   "James." Her breath was hot and fragrant against his face.  He
suppressed an urge to Kiss her, knowing it would come, soon enough.

   "What."

   "James.  Make love to me, darling.  Fuck me.  Here.  Now."

   Hearing her say the word jarred him, shocked him.  And turned him on to
no end.  His dick was already hard, nestled up against her flat stomach. 
He wanted more than anything in the world, in the universe, to do what she
had just asked.  He was ready.  But...

   "Mom.  I'm a virgin."

   "I know.  I don't care.  You'll figure it out."

   "Mom.  Thank you." He almost started crying again, but choked it off. 
This was it.  This was his time.  And at the hands of the person he loved
most in the world.  Truly, there was a heaven, and this was it.  He hadn't
even noticed dying.

   She wiggled beneath him, spreading her legs.  She giggled.  "James. 
Your dick is so long you'll have to go down a ways, to get it in.  You want
to go ahead and put it in?"

   "Mom." Strangely, he was not embarrassed to tell her this, not at this
time.  "No, mom.  First I want to taste you."

   He felt rather than saw her nod.  He clambered down her body until he
felt her thighs on his forearms.  He slowly dropped his head, going by
sense of smell, his nose filling up with the beautiful scent of her pussy.
Way better than any old pair of panties.  He dropped his mouth down onto
her smooth, silky pussy.  He sucked.  Time stood still.

   James had no idea how much time had passed.  The only delineations of
time to him were his mother's orgasms.  The first one only took a few
minutes.  After that they were rapid fire.  Her whole body would tense up,
her knees would lock, and she would moan and groan, squirm a little bit,
and then suddenly collapse, relax.  A few minutes later she'd do it again.
Jessica loved having her pussy licked and ate, and James made up for in
enthusiasm what he lacked in technique.  Amazingly, for a first-timer, he
was pretty good at it.  She lost track of how many times she'd came.  She'd
always been good at multiples.

   At long last, James had enough.  His mouth was dry and his face
slathered with her juices as he climbed back up her body, stopping with his
head about a foot below hers.  Her taste filled his mouth and nose.  He
thought even his throat could taste her.

   "Mom.  I'm ready, are you?"

   "Oh yes, I'm ready.  Goddam but I am ready."

   He gripped his dick in one hand, and explored around her crotch with the
tip of it.  She spread her legs even wider.  Finally he felt a soft, wet
spot he was sure was her pussy.  He slowly began to press into it, pulling
his body upwards.  He had an overpowering urge to kiss her, so he kissed
her nipples.  Kissed and sucked.  His dry, hard penis slowly penetrated
into her wetness, and he pumped in and out, spreading her moisture onto
himself.  He felt his cap enter her, then inch after inch as he plunged
deeper.  At last his mouth was even with hers, and he was able to kiss her.
He placed his open mouth around hers, and they kissed deeply, as he began
to plunge into her in earnest.  Nothing in his life had felt as good as
this.  Nothing so far.  He didn't know how he could keep from instantly
coming, but he held it back, somehow.  Jessica began to groan as he
increased his pace, and he suddenly realized her fingers were buried in the
flesh of his ass.  He jumped slightly, giggling to himself as she poked a
finger against the ring of his asshole.

   "Do it, mom...  do it..." He murmured, and she plunged her finger in his
ass, causing him a momentary stab of pain.  He felt beneath her with his
own hand, probing for her asshole, and she helpfully lifted her asscheek
off the ground for him.  There it was!  He quickly removed his finger,
licked it, and put it back beneath her, centering it on her asshole.  A
push and he was in, feeling her asshole tighten around his finger.  He
slowly ran it in and out, keeping half time with his strokes into her
pussy. His dick was harder than hard, almost some kind of new metallic
substance by now.  His balls tightened and expanded and contracted,
churning up yet another load of sperm, their, what fourth?  of the day.  He
didn't care if dust came out.  He was fixing to come.

   "Mom..." he started to tell her he was about to come, but she came
explosively before he could get it out.  She let out a yip, like a dog,
startling them both, and trembled and shook in the grip of a lengthy
orgasm. She moaned loudly, then drew a gasping breath, making him wonder if
anyone out there was listening.  Fuck it, he thought, and then began
trembling himself as he shot load after load of semen into her body.  His
balls did hurt, but it was wonderful.  After a minute he finally slowed,
and stopped, and lay there on top of her, exhausted.

   He thought after a while that she was asleep, but she finally mumbled,
"Stars...  so many stars..." and he rolled off of her.  They lay side by
side again, hands clasped, and ooh'ed and ahh'ed as a few shooting stars
burned through the night sky.  James was truly, wonderfully ecstatically
happy.  He had made his mom come, and come good.  He knew it was good.  He
could feel it, as she came.  He had made her happy.  He was happy.  He
didn't need anything else, at that moment.  He was happy.





   It was way after midnight when they tired of the star show, and made
their was back to the cabin.  No locked doors at the nudist camp.  No
locks, even.  Everything was still there.  Jessica turned off all the
lights that James had turned on, except one.  Without a word she led him to
her room, and pushed him towards her bed.  Ah, he thought, a quickie before
we go to sleep!  But by the time he'd crawled in and she'd crawled in and
they wrapped their arms and legs around each other, he was fast asleep. 
She kissed him softly, said a little prayer for forgiveness, and closed her
eyes.





   James woke early.  His mom was still asleep.  He stared at her beautiful
face from just a few inches away, loving her, worshiping her.  You are now
my god, he thought, I will worship only you.  From you all blessing flow,
yadda yadda yadda.  He kissed her softly and snuggled back under her chin,
feeling the warmth of her breasts on his cheek.

   An hour later they were both awake.  They fucked around for a while in
bed, without actually fucking, just playing.  Jessica got on her knees, her
butt in the air, and James grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands,
spreading it wide apart.  He stared at her beautiful asshole, and sniffed
it deeply.  It was pungent, with a hint of poop smell, but mostly sweat
from six hours of sleep.  He licked it, in a dream, tasting her, loving her
taste.  I could do this forever, he thought.  She tastes better than candy,
than cake...  than his favorite thing of all, sweet tea...  She tastes so
good...  he loved her puckered asshole.  He made love to it, with his
tongue, pressing inwards, finally feeling her sphincter tighten around his
probing tongue.  His dick was harder than an iron rod.

   They finally fucked, after his mom drew the suspense out a while, and
they fucked almost in a frenzy, and James came powerfully, filling her
belly with semen.  Finally they dragged out of bed and dressed, well, okay,
they put on their shoes.  His mom went in the bathroom and douched with a
home-made douche using a plastic bottle, attempting to get some of the
sperm out of her cunt, not wanting to walk around in public with cum
dripping down her legs.  They finally went to the lunch shack for
breakfast. It was delicious, and probably fattening.  Fuck it.  James
worried about his dick, but it behaved, even when a troupe of pretty girls
showed up in the lunch hall.  Two of them looked his age or older, and two
of them were younger.  The little one looked about Kat's age.  He did feel
a twinge then, thinking of Kat, and he hurriedly looked away from the
girls, and talked to his mom about all the safe subjects he could think of.

   As they made their was back to the cabin, they talked.

   "James.  Get out and make some friends.  Please don't just fixate on me
while we're here.  That's not why we came."

   "I know, I know...  I will..."

   "And I don't own you, or you me.  If you or I meet some nice person
here, and want to go off with them, we'll go.  We are not glued together. I
admit, our relationship has changed somewhat...  A hell of a lot...  but
our lives must go on...  understand?"

   That wasn't really what James wanted to hear, but he nodded, trying to
look thoughtful.

   She stopped, and pulled him around to face her.

   "James.  I will always be here for you.  Whatever happens next is what
you decide.  I will respect your wishes.  I love you, and I will always
love you.  I will not be jealous if you get a girlfriend.  I will still be
here for you.  Understand?"

   He nodded, impressed with her sincerity at last.  She pushed him gently
back up the path.  "Go.  Meet people.  Make friends.  We'll compare notes
tonight, okay?"

   He nodded, suddenly clung to her for a second and gave her a long, deep
kiss.  She kissed back, rubbing his tongue with hers, and gave his butt a
squeeze.  He turned and headed back towards the center of the camp, happy,
curious to see what would happen next.





   James had had a good, full day.  He hoped his mom had, also, but of
course he wanted her to be back at the cabin tonight.  He was anxious for
tonight, to see if things would continue between them.  It had hung over
his thoughts the whole day.

   He had hooked up with a group of kids that seemed to include every kid
at the camp.  The camp was truly colorblind, layerless and democratic to
the extreme, just like his mom had said.  He got the impression that all
the other kids had grown up this way, so he kept his head down and tried
not to embarrass himself.  He was very pleased with how his dick had
behaved, it only embarrassed him once, when two girls seemed to stare and
stare at it as they talked to him.  He finally wrapped up in his towel, and
shortly things were fine again.  The girls had finally drifted away.

   The kids played volleyball, which was embarrassing and hard on James,
without an athletic supporter.  Later they all went swimming in the lake,
which was more comfortable for him, since he was mostly underwater.  They
walked in the woods and went to an old ghost town, where a girl stepped on
a nail, and James helped carry her back to the camp.  That worried him a
little, feeling her soft naked skin on him as she clung to his back, but
his dick behaved nicely.  He wondered if he was getting a handle on it.  It
would be nice to have conscious control over body functions such as
erections.  Robert had talked about that.  He'd have to look into that.

   His phone was a problem.  The naked body did not have pockets.  He just
carried it usually, but occasionally he just left it back in the cabin. 
The kids at the camp didn't seem to depend on phones as much as kids did in
the outside world.

   He joined his mom for the evening meal, and they made small talk, and
walked slowly back to their cabin as the sun set.  James dumped the
pictures in his camera onto his laptop, and joined his mom on the couch. 
She turned to him and lay down on the couch, facing the back cushions, and
put her head in his lap.  He felt her warm breath on his belly.  His dick,
trapped beneath her head, lurched, and he tried to clear his mind and think
of safe things.  For the moment, at least.

   "What do you think of the camp, now, after your first full day?" She
asked.  He tried to explain, tried seriously to put his feelings into
words. He had enjoyed it immensely.  He felt like he knew now exactly what
she meant about the "freedom" of nudity, and he felt like he'd done a good
job of separating nudity and sexuality while he was with he other kids. 
Weirdly, he seemed to find it much easier to talk to girls here, in the
nude, than at home or school, with clothes on.

   She laughed at that.  They talked a while longer, about tomorrow and the
next day, and things they wanted to accomplish while they were here.  James
just wanted to have fun.  His mom hoped to hone her cooking skills in the
communal kitchen, and learn from the other women.  Finally their
conversation tapered down to nothing.

   "James." His mom spoke, causing him to jump.

   "Yes...?"

   "Can you reach the lamp?  Turn it off, darling." He could, and did.  It
was still pretty bright in the room.  She pulled herself up and crawled on
top of him, facing him, her legs on either side of him.  His dick began to
harden as he realized what was fixing to happen.  She put her arms around
his neck, and their mouths met.  They kissed, hard, long, and open.  He
tried not to seem too desperate.  He was desperately happy.  He had waited
all day for this.  He ran his hands up and down her smooth back, and then
gripped her ass.  He kneaded and squeezed it, feeling her firmness, loving
the sensations.  Her skin was so smooth.  And so soft, for being so hard.
She had a muscular ass.  She had a beautiful ass.

   She sat forward on her knees, and raised herself higher and higher.  She
fumbled around for his dick, unable to reach it, and he grabbed it and
brought it up to her waiting fingers.  She tucked it into the gap between
her legs, and he felt the hot moistness of her pussy on the head of it. 
She lowered herself slowly, bouncing up and down a bit to coat his dry dick
with her flowing juices.  Slowly he sank into her.  It was incredible. 
Finally he was all he way in, and her ass nestled into the curve of his
leg. She began rising and falling in earnest then, fucking him deeply, with
long strokes.  He relaxed, knowing that would keep him from coming, and
wanting to go on just as long as she wanted it.  She wanted it a long time
that night, until finally, her legs trembling with exhaustion, she began to
come.  Her whole body shook, and she squeezed his face into her breasts,
moaning and sighing and even hiccuping at one point.  He was entranced.  He
surrendered to the moment, and began pumping cum into her pussy, feeling it
run out and down his dick to his balls.  He didn't worry about staining the
couch; he didn't care.  His body trembled and shook, and he stuck his legs
straight out, locking his knees, coming as hard as he had last night.

   They collapsed into each other, and just sat there for a while, sweat
drying on their bodies.  James could smell her delicate sweaty scent, and
it turned him on.  He almost felt like he could go again.

   "That was...  delightful..." His mother murmured, her breath hot on his
cheek.  "We really must remember to try that again someday." They both
giggled.  Hell yeah, he thought.  She continued.  "You can do some fun
things when you have a long dick to work with.  Your dad showed me that."

   James laughed softly.  It didn't bother him, he knew now that he was
more than just a big piece of meat to her.  Not that he minded.  He would
be her meat, if she wished.  He'd be anything she wanted, if he just got a
touch of this every now and then.  He clung to her, happy.

   They made love again that night, in bed, long slow technically precise,
beautiful love.  He came slowly, and for what felt like a long time.  She
started coming before he did, and finished up after he did.  He was proud
of the way he could make her come, he hadn't blown it yet and came before
her, a big fear of his.  She turned him on immensely, but he could hold it
back until she was done.  A gentleman always lets his lady come first, he
told himself.  She cleaned his dick with her lips, and he slid into sleep
still slippery with her juices, tasting his own semen in her mouth as he
kissed her.





   Chapter 4 : James & the Girls





   The next day was fun, and more relaxed.  The kids swam a lot, and played
softball.  James passed on the mountain bike ride, for obvious reasons, and
sat with three girls and talked.  He congratulated his dick on it's good
behavior.  The girls were named Marissa, Belle and Concertina, who of
course went by Tina.  They seemed to like him, though he did notice that
every time he looked away their gazes went right to his dick.  He didn't
mind.  Marissa was two years older than him at seventeen, Belle was
sixteen, and Tina was ten.  Tina was Marissa's little sister, and James
instantly liked her the most, she was quieter and more reserved than the
other two girls, and she reminded him of Kat, back home.

   The four of them wandered back to the lunch shack and ate, and James
signed all four of them to his cabin, hoping his mom wouldn't mind.  After
lunch the other kids still hadn't shown up, so they sat in the stands at
the ball field and talked.  They compared schools and all the usual stuff,
solved a few world problems, and finally Marissa asked James if he had a
girlfriend.

   "Well...  no, not really..." James said, embarrassed.  He tried to cover
his embarrassment by telling the raw truth.  "Back home, I'm really shy...
I'm different here, for some reason..."

   The two older girls laughed.  "Yeah." Said Marissa.  "I know what you
mean.  It's different here, without clothes.  I'm a nobody at home, but
here, I'm one of the gang.  I'm a somebody!"

   She did a victory dance thing, and the others laughed.

   "James." She said, staring him right in the eyes, almost daring him, it
seemed.  "I'll be your girlfriend.  Here, and when you go back home.  If
you want."

   James was taken aback at her forwardness.  He almost spluttered. 
"Uhm... yeah...  cool...  thanks Marissa..."

   "Me too." Piped up Tina, embarrassing him further.  He was embarrassed
for her, but the other two girls just ignored her, causing him to feel
sorry for her.

   "I'd be your girlfriend any day, too." Said Belle, winking at him.  Now
he was a mess, wondering if they really meant it, or were just teasing him.
They sat for a while in silence.

   "Well." Said Marissa, obviously now the leader of their little sub-pack.
"Since the others don't wanna play, wanna go back to our cabin?  We have a
TV!  We brought our own!"

   "Cool.  Sure." Said James, relieved that the subject had changed.

   He met Marissa's steely gaze again.  She slowly, deliberately winked,
and said, "We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other." He wasn't
sure what she meant, but he knew what he hoped it meant.  Marissa was dark
and dusky, like his mom...  Brunette through and through, even her cute
little mohawk stripe of pussy hair was dark.  Her breasts were full and
almost swayed when she walked, topped with large puffy almost brown
nipples. He hoped that being her boyfriend included touching privileges. 
Touching and sucking.  Touching and sucking and maybe fucking.  He felt a
stab at that, feeling unfaithful to his mom.  Well, he told himself, she
did say that they should continue to live their lives.  And she did say
that she'd always be there for him.  He was pretty sure he knew what she
meant by that.  At least he hoped.





   They started down the path.  Marissa possessively took James's hand in
hers, and he thought, wow, she meant it.  They turned off at a cabin fairly
close to his own.  A few pieces of girl laundry hung on the porch, drying.
Laundry?  At a nudist camp?  James asked Marissa how long they had been
there.

   "Almost a month now.  We're going to stay all summer.  My real dad is in
Saudi, and my mom says this is our new home.  But of course it's not
really."

   God they must be rich, James told himself.  This might be interesting.
They traipsed into the cabin, and stopped short.  A woman lay on the couch,
regarding them with steel-Grey eyes.

   "Oh, Mom..." said Marissa.  "We didn't know you were here."

   "Yes, I am." The woman said, regarding James frankly.  He felt a moment
of panic.  This was Marissa's mother?  The woman wasn't bad looking, maybe
forty, fairly lean, though larger in the thighs and butt than his mom... 
but her tits were amazing.  They looked hard!  They were almost perfectly
spherical, and he could see them curve back in before they joined to her
body.  Her aureolas were huge and flat, and her nipples were as large as
his thumb.  They looked permanently hard.  Her breasts were incredible.  He
couldn't help wonder what it would be like to suck on them.  He glanced
down at her pussy, seeing another little stripe of hair, just like her
daughter.  Bare and bald, other than that.  Cool.  He looked away, willing
his dick into obedience.

   "And this is?..." The woman said, staring pointedly at James.  He saw
her gaze slowly travel down his body, and stop, of course, right at his
crotch.  Meet the monster, he thought.

   "Sorry, Mom." Marissa said, remembering her manners.  "Mom, this is
James.  James, this is my mother, Virginia." Everyone used first names at
the camp.  No "Mr." and "Mrs." nonsense.

   "James.  Pleased to meet you." She stepped forward and extended her
hand. He shook it, wondering if he should have kissed it.  Probably not.

   "You are quite a young man, James.  I believe I noticed you at dinner
the other night."

   He had no memory of her, but then he had been in a daze.  He realized
that, as usual, she was speaking in double entendrees, making a reference
to his big dick.  Payoff, he thought.

   "Yes Ma'am." He said.  "Pleased to meet you."

   "What are you kids up to?"

   "The others went bike riding.  We just thought we'd watch TV...  watch
TV and mess around..."

   "Mess around...  so that's what you kids call it nowadays..." Virginia
winked, a group wink.  James almost snickered.  She stared again at his
dick.  It twitched.  Oh Jeezus.

   "Oh to be young again." Virginia said, sighing.  James felt the definite
start of an erection.  She was paying way too much attention to his dick.
And her tits!

   "Uhm, Marissa, do you have a towel I can borrow?" He had left his towel
back at the ball field.  Damn.

   "Mom, James is my boyfriend now.  Even when we go back."

   "Really.  Well, congratulations, Marissa.  I'm glad he's part of the
family.  I'd like to see more of him."

   Oh jeezus.  Another double entendree.  This woman was good.  Or bad. 
Whatever.  His dick passed the twenty degree mark, lengthening, heading for
forty-five.  He definitely had Virginia's attention now.  He desperately
looked at the other girls, to see them staring in fascination at his dick.
Oh shit.  And her tits!

   "He can't be your boyfriend." Tina piped up.  "You're older than him."

   "That doesn't make any difference, squirt." Said Marissa huffily.  James
hit forty five degrees, and went right on past.  All eyes were on him.  He
felt embarrassed, and proud.

   "Marissa, about that towel..."

   "James." Virginia spoke.  "Don't worry about it.  Let nature take it's
course.  Don't be embarrassed." Her eyes never left his dick.

   "James, you got a really big weenie." Said Tina proudly.  James smiled
at her, charmed.  Embarrassed, and charmed.

   "Tina, mind your manners." Said Virginia.

   "It's true..." said Marissa dreamily.  "James is the biggest in the
camp."

   "Yeah...  the biggest..." said Belle, just as dreamily.

   "Marissa, dear," Virginia said, just about as dreamily.  "I know you're
not a virgin...  but do you think you can handle this young man?"

   "Mo-om!" Marissa said plaintively.  "Don't embarrass me!"

   "Well, if you want any help, all you have to do is ask." Good grief,
what did she mean by that?  What he thought she meant?  He would take any
help he could from her, just to get his hands on those tits.  I mean,
Marissa had nice tits, and they definitely seemed within reach, but her
mother...  Jeezus...

   "Mo-om!" Marissa said again, scandalized.  All the girls giggled. 
Marissa regarded James with humor, and what seemed to be a little lust. 
"Mom, you can have a turn with him first...  if we can watch..."

   Virginia regarded her daughter seriously.  Finally she spoke.  "What
have I brought into this world?"

   James started to hotly interrupt, and point out that he should have a
say in this, then he thought, hell, this might happen.  And I do want it
to. I want to crawl on top of this woman and fuck her.  Especially with
these girls watching.  The thought of that turned him on more.  His dick
was high and proud now, well above horizontal.  All four females in the
room had their eyes glued to it.  He could almost feel their gaze.  He was
proud and happy.  He knew they were seeing a nice dick.

   "Missus..." He started, breaking the camp rule, and remembering too late
he didn't know her last name.  "Virginia.  I would be glad to make..."
Shit. Too formal.  "Fu..." Shit again.  Too vulgar.  "be with you." Shit.
Damn.  What a stupid thing to say.

   Virginia actually met his eyes at that.  Then she dropped her gaze,
again.  "Yeah...  I'm sure you would."

   Tina said, "Mom, can I watch too?"

   Virginia regarded Marissa seriously.  "Darling, I would love to make
love to your young man, if he were willing.  But I don't want to make you
mad or jealous.  If I do it, I think that you should do it, too."

   "Uhm, sure!" Marissa giggled.  "Mom.  I don't care.  I know he's a kid
like me and you're not going to steal him away or anything."

   They all looked at James.  He said, "Sure!"





   Virginia unfolded the couch into a bed.  She crawled onto it, her nude
body glistening, either with sweat or oil, James wasn't sure.  He
approached slowly, his penis leading the way.  Virginia continued to stare
at it.  He almost expected her to lick her lips.

   He crawled onto the bed, and sat clumsily beside her.  That was enough
for her.  She took his penis in her hand, and began rubbing it.  She
brought her face close to his, and they kissed, experimentally at first,
then a real one.  She was a good kisser.  She tasted good, too.  A hint of
cigarette smoke.  He could smell a slight sweaty smell from her body, and
it turned him on.  They lay down.  He saw movement out of the corner of his
eye, and looked up to see the girls gathering around the bed.  Marissa
smiled and nodded to him, and he smiled nervously back.  Tina moved into
his sight, smiling gently, watching eagerly.

   He felt Virginia's hands on his penis, guiding it towards her pussy.

   "Uhm..." he asked...  "could I taste you first?"

   "Sure..." She mumbled, and he started down towards her pussy.

   "No!" She said.  "Do it where I can reach you." She crawled around on
the bed, heading towards his feet.  They both lay on their sides, facing
each other, head to feet, in kind of a reclining 69 type thing.  He put his
face down in her spread pussy, and she took his cock in her her mouth.  Her
pussy was oriented kind of weird, but it tasted great, and he enjoyed
eating it.  He licked and licked on her clit until she squirmed and panted,
breathing out hot breath around the head of his dick.  He was pretty sure
she came at least once, although she seemed to control herself well.

   Finally she had had enough.  "Come up here." Virginia ordered, and he
was glad to obey.  He entered her easily, she was a bit looser than his
mom, he figured because she had had children.  Still, her pussy felt good
on his dick, nice and hot and slippery.  He rapidly sunk to the bottom of
her, and began to pump.  She began to murmur and groan, and he knew she was
close.  He pumped harder, willing himself not to lose it.  For all he knew
he had to do Marissa after this.

   He fastened his lips on a fat nipple, and sucked, hard.  He kneaded her
firm breasts with his hands, wondering if she had implants.  He couldn't
seem to feel anything inside of her, but she was so firm, almost hard.  She
had her arms up behind her head, and he ran his hands up into her
underarms, causing a sweaty smell to arise from her.  It turned him on
immensely, and he buried his face in her underarm, causing her to laugh. 
She smelled so good, strong, healthy...  incredibly sexy...  he began to
lick her underarm, causing her to squirm even more.

   He felt the precise moment she began to come.  Her body spasmed and
jerked beneath him, and she grunted loudly, over and over.  Her eyes rolled
back in her head.  She seized handfuls of her own hair and pulled it, hard.
Finally she gave one last jerk, and relaxed.  He slowed to a stop, not
wanted to risk coming himself.  He slowly pulled out of her.

   "James..." She said, between breaths.  "Thank you...  I needed that...
It's been...  a long time..."

   "Anytime, Missus Virginia..." He said, wincing.

   "You are a very talented young man...  and blessed by nature...  I hope
you'll visit me again someday..."

   "Like I said, anytime.  Just let me know."

   She laughed softly.  "Do my daughter, if you have anything left."

   "I do, I didn't come." He felt weird saying the word to an adult.  She
nodded.

   "Good boy.  Marissa!"

   Marissa was standing right there, of course.  The three girls were
scandalized by the whole thing, but impressed.  Marissa and Tina had heard
their mom making love before, but never seen it.  Her boyfriend last summer
at the camp had often touched and rubbed her pussy in front of them, and
even gotten a hard-on, but they had saved the actual love-making for the
bedroom.  Marissa knew it had been a long time since her mom had had sex,
and she wondered if that was why her mom was so willing to do it with an
audience.  And Tina there, too!

   Virginia crawled off the bed, and Marissa, hesitantly, crawled on. 
James wrapped his arms around her and held her, whispering encouragement to
her.  He could tell she was nervous.  Virginia sat in a rocker a few feet
away, exhausted.  James began to kiss Marissa, and squeeze her breasts. 
She did have nice tits.  Nice, natural tits.  She finally began to forget
herself, and kiss back.  He could tell she was warming up to him.

   He re-positioned them both, winking at Tina in the process.  Tina seemed
fascinated by what was going on.  This was certainly an education her her,
he thought.  He wished Kat could be here, and watch him fuck.  This was
going to be one hell of a story.  He was starting to wonder if Robert and
Kat would believe him.  Well, they'd believe the part about his mom, he had
pictures.  But this deal?  Damn, pictures would be nice.

   He crawled down Marissa's belly to her pussy.  Her pussy was smooth and
bare, just like his mom's, except for the little spike of hair.  He could
tell she shaved from the feel of it.  He began to lick and suck her clit,
causing her to jerk and shudder.  Her clit must be really sensitive, he
thought.  She came in no time, trembling and shaking all over, but silent.
He crawled back up, and positioned his dick at the opening of her vagina.

   "Marissa, darling, I'm going in." He whispered to her, and kissed her.
He slowly pressed harder and harder into her.  She was tight, god she was
tight.  He would have believed she was a virgin if he hadn't heard her mom
say that she wasn't.  His dry dick finally got enough moisture spread onto
it, and he began to pump her.  She responded by shaking and jerking her
hands around on the bed, and clasping his legs tightly with her own.  Her
breathing became erratic and heavy, and she began moaning and groaning.  He
looked up to see Tina with a puzzled and almost frightened look on her
face, and wondered if she thought that he was hurting her sister.

   Finally, after what seemed to be several minutes of this, Marissa came.
She came hard.  She almost bucked him off at one point, and her whole body
spasmed and jerked like she was spastic.  He was shocked at how hard she
came.  She finally calmed down, and he slowed, still not having ejaculated.
He was pretty ready after that wild ride, he thought, but he didn't know
what was next.  He kind of hoped he'd get to do Belle, too.  He wondered if
he should offer.

   Marissa finally seemed to come out the trance or whatever that she was
in.  She just lay there, exhausted.  He stroked her and rubbed her, trying
to make her feel cared for or loved or something, he wasn't really sure,
but she seemed to like it.

   "Wow." She finally said.  "I never had it like that before.  That was
intense."

   "Anytime."

   "Stop saying that, James.  You are not a self-service pump."

   He laughed, and she laughed, too.

   Belle's plaintive voice rang out.  "What about me?"

   James looked up and her and smiled.  This was a good day, indeed.



   Belle lay exhausted.  James lay exhausted.  He still hadn't come.  He
almost wondered if he could, by now.  He wondered if he should impress the
ladies and jack off in front of them.  He should be able to shoot out a
gallon by now.

   Belle finally dragged her well-fucked self off the bed.  She had came
quickly, at least.  She was a foxy little thing, and he liked her the best
so far.  She had dark, short hair, and big brown eyes, like his mom.  And
full fat lips, very kissable lips, and she was a good kisser.  Her tits
were small, but he enjoyed her.  She had a nice ass, and he had played with
her asshole as she came, wanting to stick his finger up it, but not daring
to, on a first date, so to speak.

   To his surprise, horror and elation, Tina came right up to him, and
stared at his still hard dick.  Sexy little Tina, brown eyes (did everyone
here have brown eyes?) shoulder-length brown hair, cute flat little chest
with two little nipples...  Tina had a nice butt for a little girl, he'd
decided earlier.  He remembered smelling Kat's butt, and he wanted to do
the same for Tina's.  He wanted to do what Robert did to Kat, and lick her
pretty little asshole.

   "What about me?" She said, coyly.  He gulped and looked at her mom.

   "Tina, dear, this is grownup stuff.  You are too young, darling."

   "No I'm not.  How old were you when you first did it?"

   "I was twelve, we all know that, but this is different.  And you are too
young.  We shouldn't have even let you watch, but I figured you needed a
little education in real life."

   "Mo-om.  You have to let me, or I'll tell dad."

   "You will not, young lady.  You will cry an ocean of tears if you do
that.  Plus, you know he and I have an open marriage.  He probably won't
care."

   "Mo-om.  Can I at least touch it?"

   "That's up to James."

   Marissa and Belle were tee-hee-heeing by now, making Tina angry.  James
felt sorry for her, but Virginia was right, she was too young.

   He said, "Tina, you can touch it, I don't care, but your mom is right.
You're too young."

   She pouted a slight pout, and then imperiously motioned him towards the
bathroom.  "Come in here with me.  I don't want everybody watching me."

   James helplessly looked at Virginia.  She nodded, almost absently.  "Go
ahead.  Let her play with it.  I trust you not to do any more, you'd split
her in two."

   James followed Tina into the small bathroom.  She shut the door, and sat
on the toilet, and then regarded him with big brown eyes.  He realized she
didn't have the slightest idea what to do next.

   "Tina, what do you want?"

   "I want you to make out with me, like you did them."

   "Tina, I can't, I'm too big.  I would tear you up inside.  You'd bleed
and everything."

   "Hmmmph."

   "Listen, every year that I come back here we'll try, gently, to see if I
can fit in you.  When I can, then I'll do you.  I'll fuck you."

   It turned him on to say the word to such a young girl.  She was only
three years younger than him, though.  He almost wondered if he could get
in her.  But Virginia made him nervous, he wouldn't go against her wishes.

   He went ahead and made out with her for a while, kissing her, showing
her how to tongue-kiss, loving the fresh clean taste of her little mouth.
He kissed her little nipples, which didn't seem to do a lot for her, but it
was fun.  She carefully held his cock as they kissed, her little hands
wrapped around it, and he showed her how to rub the slippery pre-cum into
the cap.

   He finally got down on his knees in front of her.  He pulled her forward
slightly on the toilet seat.  He put the cap of his hard dick right up into
the little nest of her pussy, and began rubbing it up and down in her slit,
just like he had done with Kat.  He knew it would feel good.

   "If I could fit in your pussy, I'd go into it.  This is all we can do
for now, but it feels good, doesn't it?"

   She nodded, obviously enjoying the experience.  He rubbed for a long
time, and she relaxed further and further down on the toilet seat.  He
wondered if she would come.  This had made Kat come.

   "James..." she said.

   "What, darling." He was close to coming, himself.  At long last.  He
wondered if he should shoot it on her, and decided probably not.  He'd
better check with Virginia first, and see if she would let him come, or
send him back home.  He decided, though, that he wanted to see Tina come.
He wanted to make her come.  He wanted to give her that.  Virginia wouldn't
mind that, surely.  He would eat out her little pussy until she came.

   "James, you have to leave now." Tina suddenly said.

   "Why darling?  I want to make you come first."

   "Sitting here has made me need to poop."

   The thought of that turned him on.  James liked pooping girls.  He loved
his movies of pooping Japanese girls.  It was something naughty, something
nasty, and although he'd never been around a girl when she pooped, the
thought of sexy little Tina doing it turned him on.

   "Oh, darling, let me stay.  I love that.  Let me lick your cute little
pussy while you poop."

   He was almost ready to beg like a dog.  She looked a little disturbed,
and thoughtful.  He decided not to give her a choice.  He reached down and
grasped her stomach, and leaned her a back on the seat, so she could poop
and he still had access to her pussy.  He spread her legs further, and
leaned down, putting his mouth right over her pussy.  Her pussy tasted
great, sweaty yet clean, little-girl clean...  it was yummy...  He began to
lick her clit.

   Tina didn't know what to do.  She was embarrassed, no one had ever been
in the bathroom when she pooped except her mom.  As she mulled this over,
she slowly realized how good what he was doing felt.  She had played with
her own pussy before, rubbing her little clitty-bump, but this was several
orders of magnitude more intense.  This really felt good.  She hardly
noticed as her sphincter relaxed.

   James heard the plop-plop of little turds hitting the water.  The smell
wasn't that bad, he thought.  He could take it easily.  He doubled his
efforts, licking all around her beautiful little pussy, but of course
concentrating on her clit.  He thought he felt her twitch a time or two. 
She farted softly, and defecated some more, and then suddenly sat up and
pushed his head away.

   "James.  I gotta pee."

   "Pee, then." He said, feeling like he had a front row seat.  He pushed
her back down the seat, and reached in, spreading her little lips for her.
After a few moments she grunted softly, dropped a last little turd into the
bowl, and began to pee.  She was so small she didn't have much urine, but
it turned him on greatly to watch it spew out, so close to him.  So sexy.
When the flow trickled away to nothing, he looked up at her, and she
nodded. "All done."

   He pulled her back to the edge of the seat, and dropped his mouth back
down on her pussy.  He tasted the bitter tang of her urine, and almost came
on the spot.  He heard the door, and guiltily looked up, to see Virginia
peeking in.  She nodded, and shut the door.  Wow, he thought.  She's not
gonna kill me.  He dropped back to Tina's pussy, licking for all he was
worth.  After what seemed like ten minutes, she began to twitch and shiver,
and he felt goose bumps on the skin of her thighs.  She moaned a little
moan, and jumped, swaying back and forth on the seat.  He kept on licking,
hoping she had a good one.  When she finally slowed down, he stopped.

   "Darling..." he asked her, "Did you come?  Was it good?"

   She was silent for a few seconds.  "I don't know what happened.  It just
felt really good.  Can you do that again sometimes?"

   "Whenever your mom says it's okay, I'll be glad to do it.  You had an
orgasm.  You came."

   "It felt good.  I liked it.  Could I put your weenie in my mouth like my
mom did?"

   Lord.  "Ask her."

   She started to jump up, then remembered she hadn't wiped her butt. 
James leapt up, seized the paper, not wanting to miss this opportunity.  He
wiped her little butt good, and got a wet wipe off the back of the toilet
even, and cleaned her thoroughly.  He flushed, and she jumped down.  She
stuck her head out of the bathroom door.

   "Mo-o-o-om!  Can I put James's weenie in my mouth?" James was horrified
at the shrieks of laughter from the other girls.  Tina's face developed a
storm cloud, and she yelled at them to shut up.  James heard Virginia shout
"I don't care, I'm surprised you haven't already!" This family, he thought.
This crazy family.

   Tina sat back down on the toilet, and James stood before her and guided
his dick to her mouth.  He cautioned her against choking, and let her
carefully take his penis into her mouth.  He thought again of pictures. 
Fuck!  His phone!

   He had set his phone on the sink when he entered the room.  He grabbed
it, and activated the camera.  It wasn't high res, but at least it had a
flash.

   "Tina, darling, I'm going to take some pictures, do you mind?"

   She looked up, her jaw extended, his penis well into her mouth, and
shook her head.  I should tell her to suck at some point, he thought.  He
began taking pictures, mostly of the top of her head, but then he switched
hands and took a few from the side.  This was proof, at least.  She began
to actually suck a little, at last.  Her mouth was wet and warm, at least,
and it felt good.  Anything to do with his dick felt good.

   He let it go on for a few minutes before he got afraid he was going to
come.  He didn't want to drown her.  He finally pulled out and explained to
her what he was afraid of, but of course she didn't really understand.  He
got her to sit back on the toilet, and he clicked a few pics of her pussy,
then he asked her to get up so he could shut the lid of the toilet.  After
that he bent her over, with her laying on her stomach on the toilet, and
took some pictures of her cute little butt.  Then, holding the camera in
one hand and spreading her ass with the other, he took some selfies of
himself licking and eating out her little ass.  She tasted wonderful, just
like Kat had smelled, and he finally dropped the camera and concentrated on
her wonderful little asshole.  He pushed his tongue into it, past her
sphincter, tasting her, loving it.  It was nice and nasty.  He wondered if
they had some mouthwash in the cabinet.

   A few minutes of this, and he was worried again that Virginia might look
in on them.  She hadn't seemed to mind anything he did, so he wasn't sure
she'd mind this, but he just didn't want to take a chance.  He gave Tina's
ass one last slurp, and pulled her up.

   "Okay, darling, we need to go back out there.  We're done, okay?" Tina
didn't seem ready, but she finally agreed, and they exited the bathroom. 
Virginia looked asleep, and the other two girls were watching TV.

   "Did you guys have fun?" Virginia asked, drowsily.

   "Yes." Tina said.  He thought she would expound but she didn't. 
Probably didn't want the other girls to make fun of her.

   Virginia stared at James's still ninety percent hard cock.  "You poor
darling, you've never got to come, have you?"

   James laughed, and shook his head.  "It's okay...  I'll..."

   She interrupted him.  "Come here."

   He approached her chair.  She motioned him closer.

   "When you come, pull out and shoot it on my breasts, okay?"

   "There will be a lot, missus Virginia.  It'll make a mess."

   "I don't care.  I want Tina to see it.  To see what makes babies."

   She leaned forward, and took his dick in her mouth.  The other two girls
joined Tina, and together they watched Virginia suck on James's dick.  He
tightened his prostate rhythmically, quickly bringing himself to an orgasm,
and suddenly he touched Virginia on the chin.  She understood, and let him
pull his dick from her mouth.  The first squirt was uncontrollable, and
went all over her shoulders, in her hair, and her cheek.  He came again and
again, splashing her tits, covering them, leaving dripping strings of sperm
drooling from her nipples and running down her stomach.  The girls ooh'ed
and ahh'ed, and Tina snickered, for reasons unknown to him.  He really made
a mess on Virginia, but she didn't seem to mind.  Just as he squirted his
last squirt she grabbed his dick and sucked the sperm off the end of it,
and then ran her hand down her belly and brought up more and licked it off.
James had almost had leg cramps on that one, he was so ready to come after
an afternoon of teasing himself.

   A few minutes later the four of them were back outside, looking for the
other kids.  The girls all acted like nothing had happened, so so did
James. Marissa and James held hands the rest of the day, and before dinner
they found a private spot and kissed for an hour.  James wondered if he
would be expected to fuck her again, but it didn't come up.  She did love
to kiss, though.  He satisfied himself by squeezing her wonderful soft
breasts, and playing with the nipples.  Maybe tomorrow.





   Chapter 5 : James & Jessica





   James trusted his mom, but he was still too nervous to tell her the
scope of his adventures that afternoon.  He basically told her that he'd
made out with Marissa, which was true, and that he hadn't come inside her,
which was true, and that he'd finally got to cum via a blow job, which was
also true.  So he didn't feel too guilty.  That he had done any of that
didn't seem to bother her in the slightest, she acted happy that he was
getting out and making new friends and even that he had a girlfriend.

   He had met his mom for dinner that night, and Marissa sat with them. 
Marissa seemed a bit intimidated by Jessica, and he realized that Jessica
was probably a bit imposing to a young girl.  He was proud of her.

   That night they all watched the young kids shoot off fireworks, and
James and Marissa went off for a little more private time.  They got a
little more heated up, but still didn't have actual sex.  Marissa played
with James's dick and he rubbed her pussy and played with her plump butt.
He went back to the cabin happy, and slightly horny.  He hoped his mom
would be there.

   She was.  They curled up on the couch and talked about the day.  She
said something that made his eyes slam open and his stomach lurch.

   "I talked to a lady down the path a bit, Virginia, I think.  She said
you came over and watched TV with her daughters."

   "Uh...  yeah..."

   "She said you were a perfect gentleman, and I should be proud of you.  I
am proud of you, James.  You have grown up a lot in the last few months."

   "Uhhh...  thank you..." Whew.  Maybe Virginia didn't blow his cover.  He
just didn't want his mom to think he'd lied to her.  Especially since he
didn't really lie, he just didn't tell all the truth.

   "James.  I've been thinking...  about us, about what I've done...  do
you think we can go back to being mother and son?  What will you require of
me, when we go back to real life?"

   "Mom.  I just want to make love to you every day for the rest of our
lives.  That's it."

   She laughed gently.  "Okay...  I can live with that, I guess...  I just
don't want that to stand in the way of the life you might lead.  Your
happiness is out there, somewhere, James, don't give it up by clinging onto
me."

   He seized her, and clung.  He felt tears again.

   "Mom.  You are my happiness.  You are all I want.  You are all I'll ever
need."

   "Don't make your mind up yet, James.  You are young.  You have a lot
ahead of you, and a lot of promise."

   "Can't we worry about this later, like when we go home?"

   She laughed at that.  "I guess so."

   He raised up, and kissed her.  She mmmm'd and kissed back.  They fucked,
slowly and gently, on the couch, and then went to bed.  Later that night
she felt him enter her again, as she slipped into slumber.  She woke up
several times as he slowly fucked her, off and on for what seemed like
hours.  She came, half asleep, dreaming of unicorns and castles and
hobbits, ugly horny little hobbits with huge penises.





   The next few days passed in a blur.  He played with the other kids, and
kissed on Marissa during the day, and fucked his mom at night.  He finally
fucked Marissa again, out in a field in a dusky evening, and he tried to
stretch it out as long as he could, he wanted her to remember him the rest
of her life, no matter what happened between them.  She fucked nicely, and
she came like a volcano, almost shaking the ground.  He had noticed she had
a nice big fat clit, and he wondered if that was why she came so
energetically.  He also decided she had a clit in her asshole, he had made
her come first by sawing his finger in and out of her asshole as they lay
in the grass.  She was fun to fuck, and she seemed to appreciate it.  She
was on the pill, so he didn't have any worries in that regard.

   Later, the next day, he walked to the lake with his mom, and showed her
some of the places the kids hung out.  They walked on to the ghost town,
and collected a few trinkets, and walked back to the lake.  James was
turned on by the whole experience, just being with his mom turned him on,
and walking around the woods with her naked by his side gave him an almost
perpetual half hard-on.  They stood on the shore of the lake and she
laughed at him, grasping his dick and wiggling it, jacking him a little. 
She looked all around to see if anybody was nearby.  No one was in sight.

   "James.  Get in the water with me.  Let's fuck." She said,
conspiratorially.  He was only too glad to comply.  She waded out into the
cool water, and he followed.  He had thought she meant deep in the water,
where no one could tell what they were doing, but she stopped when it was
barely knee-high.

   "I don't want you pumping me full of pond water." She explained, and he
understood.  They embraced, and kissed deeply.  His hard dick got even
harder, folded up against her warm body.  They both scanned the shore
again, and saw no one.  James hunkered down and brought his penis up into
the crease of her cunt, pushing slowly, gently, and finally he pierced her.
She breathed a long sigh, and gripped him to her.  He began slowly fucking
up and down into her, wetting his dick with her juices, and at last began
seriously fucking her.  She moaned and groaned, truly enjoying the
sensations, as she still scanned the shore behind him.  They continued this
way for several minutes, until she finally came, hard and fast, almost
losing her footing and falling in the water.  James knew she had hurried,
and figured she was worried about someone coming along.  They stood,
holding each other, for minutes afterward, in the glow of orgasm.  James
finally washed his dick off, and they returned to the camp.





   That evening he had another charming little encounter with Tina.  The
other kids were off doing who knows what, and she felt left out.  He walked
to the north of the camp with her, into the woods, where the ghost shack
was.  It seemed like no one was around for miles and miles.  In the dusky
twilight, a million feathery seeds floated in the hot, dead air.  She
stared at him, and he was surprised that a ten-year old could give him such
a look of raw, naked lust.  He pulled her down on the weathered, crumbling
porch of the ghost shack, and fastened his mouth around her sweet little
cunt, sucking for all he was worth, burying his tongue deeply in her body.
As the shadows lengthened, he brought her to orgasm, and then showed her
how to suck a dick right.  She was a good student, and she managed to pull
major vacuum on his hard cock.  He wanted badly to come in her mouth, but
at first he was afraid he would choke her.  He finally thought what the
hell, and warned her several times what was going to happen.  She
remembered her mom, and was willing to try.  He came mightily, blasting a
half-dozen jets of sperm into her mouth, until it oozed out the side and
dripped down her chin.  Luckily, she didn't choke.  She swallowed several
times, and gave the end of his cock a lick, and announced that although it
was alright, she probably could pass on future semen slurping.  By then she
was exhausted.  She sat, breathing heavily, rivulets of semen running down
her neck and onto her young flat chest, and all the way down into her sweet
young cunt.

   They sat side by side on the porch.  Tina laughed, and looked up at him,
her eyes sparkling.

   "Ja-ames...  guess what...  I have to poop!"

   Oh god.  Here we go.  He centered her up on a concrete slab in the yard
of the ghost shack.  First she stood, bending over backwards, her hands on
the backs of her legs, spreading her legs wide, and sent a stream of pee
shooting out, across the yard.  James quickly leaned forward, his tongue
out, and tasted her urine, excited by the bitter, yellow taste of it.  It
splashed all around his mouth and down his chest, almost steaming in the
hot dry air.  She squatted, finally, bent over at the waist, and defecated
softly, a long brown turd hanging from her asshole.  It broke off and
another one followed.  When she was done, James gathered up some leaves and
wiped her best he could, then finally just up-ended her and licked her
asshole clean.  Even her shit tasted sexy, he decided, turned on by the
harsh bitter taste.  He reminded himself to brush his teeth and tongue when
he got back to the cabin.  They walked through the gloom back to the camp,
and James kissed her chastely on top of the head.  They separated.





   Marissa was completely cold to him the next day.  No hand-holding, no
sweet talk, barely any talk at all.  He wondered if Tina had squealed about
their adventures last night.  It hadn't bothered Marissa when he played
with Tina the other day at her cabin, though.  He was puzzled but not
really hurt, he knew about girls and their moods.  Finally, that afternoon,
he conspired to be alone with her.

   "Marissa.  What's wrong?  Are you okay?" Just get it out in the open, he
thought.

   She regarded him with that steely gaze she was so good at.  He could
almost feel it with his eyes closed, he thought.

   "James.  Thomas B and the jester saw you yesterday, at the lake. 
Fucking your mom."

   Oh shit.  Oh shit.  So that was it.  Jeezus, what now.  How could he
wiggle out of this.

   "Well, uh, Marissa..."

   "Your mom, James?  Your mom?  I mean, she's sexy and all that, but your
mom?"

   "Marissa, maybe that's what it looked like..."

   "Looked like?  That's what it was.  They said she came and everything."

   "Okay, okay." Think think.  "Marissa.  It's a long story.  And she's not
really even my mom.  I'm not even adopted by her.  I've just lived with her
forever.  We go back a long way, me and her." Well, that was kind of true,
they did go back a long ways, although the sex stuff was pretty recent.

   "James, James.  And I trusted you so."

   "Look, Marissa," he spluttered.  "I fucked your mom too, remember?  You
practically shoved me onto her, or her onto me, whatever.  This is the 21st
century.  Lines are blurred.  This doesn't happen a lot," Lie!  "but every
now and then she just has to have it.  Give me a break.  I can love her and
you both." That, at least, was the truth, he felt like.

   Marissa regarded him coolly.  "Well, that's true, you did fuck my mom.
But, honestly, James.  Your own mother?"

   "Marissa, honey, you can tell how strong-willed she is...  when she
wants to fuck, I can't do anything but fuck..."

   Marissa sighed, obviously still wanting to be a little angry.  But James
felt like she understood now where he was coming from, although he had
misrepresented his mom somewhat.

   "How often do you do it?"

   "Uhm, maybe once a week." Lie again.  Oh well.

   "Really."

   "Marissa, baby, don't you remember how we fucked night before last, you
and I?  Do you think I could do that if I was all tired out from her?"

   "James." Marissa sneered a bit, but good-humordly.  "James, the other
day you fucked three girls, myself included, and then played dickee-die-doe
with my little sister.  I think you have it in you."

   "Well, maybe.  But don't let it bother you.  This is just how my life
goes.  And I do love you.  You have been very sweet to me, and I don't want
to lose you."

   "Okay, okay.  But tell me when you you've had to fuck her.  And wash, I
don't want her juice on me."

   "Hey, you didn't mind your mom's..." He stopped at the look on her face,
and nodded.  "Okay.  Deal."

   They passed the day in friendly company, and Marissa seemed to be truly
over it.  That night, he felt like he had to make it up to her, and he led
her to the field where he had first fucked his mom.  He didn't tell her
that, though.  He spread out a towel, and they lay down and watched the
stars.  They played around for an hour, he made her come and come again
with his fingers, and finally he slid his long hard cock into her moist
cunt.  He wished he could see the stars while he fucked her, but it was
okay.  He fucked her long and hard, actually having a hard time holding
back, and when she began moaning and bucking he finally let himself come,
groaning and grunting a little himself, pumping her tight pussy full of
sperm.

   He jumped as a rough voice said, "You kids okay?"

   Sweet Jeezus, what the fuck.  A shadow stood over them.  Marissa was
motionless beneath him, frozen.  He was frozen.

   "Yes, sir, we are fine.  Thank you."

   "Just wondered.  Heard some noises, thought maybe somebody had fallen or
something."

   The man turned and left.  James let out and explosive breath.

   "Jeezus, is there no privacy in this place!" James was indignant. 
Marissa giggled, her body shaking.

   "Darn you.  He didn't know who you were, but I'm sure he did me.  I
talked and everything.  Jeezus."

   "James, don't worry.  Fucking on the football field is not illegal,
except during games."

   "We're both underage.  Damn."

   "James, he won't care.  That was old man Stephens, Jester's grandpa.  He
just thought something was wrong."

   "Jeezus.  Sweet Jeezus." This one he would want to tell his mom about.
She would probably think it was funny.



   He did.  She did.

   "James, don't worry about it.  He's an old man, but he probably
remembers being young once.  Forget it."

   He was amused now.  He'd been made twice, once fucking his own mom, and
once fucking his girlfriend.  Word was sure gonna get out now.





   Word did get out, quickly.  Jester was in awe of him.  Even Thomas B, in
his senior year, and the only kid to come anywhere close to challenging
James on penis size, was impressed.  The group was layerless, like he'd
thought earlier, but a definite pecking order was solidifying, and he was
pretty damn near the top.  He carefully tried not to abuse his new-found
power.  Even Marissa seemed to bask in the glow of fame, or infamy, since
everyone knew that it was her that was underneath him when Mr.  Stephens
had happened onto them.

   Mr.  Stephens was faintly apologetic the next time James saw him, but it
was obvious that he had squealed.  All the kids knew about it.  They even
started calling the football field "fuck field".  When James told his mom
that, she really laughed.  Jeezus.

   He had a long talk with Jester, Thomas and the other boys in Thomas's
cabin one afternoon, and he told them a carefully edited story about him
and his mom, making it sound like it had been going on for years.  Everyone
was jealous, they all agreed his mom was a major fox, and every last one of
them wanted desperately to fuck her.  He wished they could.  A surprising
number of the boys were still virgins, and he had no real advice for them,
other than don't give up.  They did seem to enjoy his stories, though.  Kat
magically aged several years, but he mostly told the truth.  He decided he
was a good storyteller.





   One morning, James and his mother arose and prepared for the day.  In
the bathroom, he urinated, which was hard to do because he had a piss
boner. His mom giggled.  "I always pee in the shower," She said, causing
him even more hardness.  They crowded into the small shower after the water
warmed up, and James said, "Mom.  Do it, please."

   Jessica giggled again and spread her legs at the knees.  He hurriedly
dropped to his knees in front of her, in relative dryness, since the warm
shower water was pounding on her back.  She said, "oh, shit." and finally a
hot steaming stream of yellow fluid almost exploded from her cunt.  He
buried his face in it, his tongue out, tasting her bitter urine.  This is
her life, he thought, I am tasting her life.  This water was been through
her body, somehow being changed into this magical fluid.  He gulped some of
it, feeling its heat in his throat, splashing down his chest.  He thought
of Tina, and the difference in her bittersweet little-girl pee, and his
mom's thicker, headier urine.  The smell was intense, almost burning his
nostrils.  His dick was so hard it was almost ready to explode.  Piss ran
down his neck, and over his chest.  He could feel her urine dripping off
his balls.  The stream tapered off, and he buried his face in her cunt,
licking and sucking.  Jessica giggled.

   "James, my sweet little perverted James.  Thank you, darling, thank
you."

   They finished, scrubbing each other's backs.  Jessica, always concerned
about James's hygiene, spent a lot of time carefully washing his dick, so
much that he got a little soap burn.  Shit.

   He seized her and slid into her, fucking her standing up, they way she
liked it.  She was easy to fuck standing up, she had a nice wide space
between her legs, at the top of her crotch.  And, he noticed, her pussy
seemed to angle outwards a bit.  She was built for standing fucking.  He
pressed her against the shower wall, and her back stuck and pulled away as
he fucked her, making farty noises because of the vacuum.  They both
giggled.

   She came, and he came, hot water sluicing down their bodies.  At last,
as he stood and hugged her, the water began to get cool.  Jessica washed
her cunt, washed what of his sperm she could out of it, and they climbed
out of the shower.  They brushed their teeth, and went back to the bedroom
and put on their shoes.  This had become their usual morning ritual. 
Jame's mother puttered about, applying the tiny bit of makeup that she
thought she needed.  James knew she didn't really need any, but he kept his
mouth shut.  It was just part of the routine.

   "James, dear, will you excuse me for a moment?" She stopped, and waited
for him to leave the bathroom.

   "Nope." He said, brushing his hair, making it stand up.

   "James." She laughed, motioning towards the door.  "I need some privacy.
For just a few minutes."

   "Mom.  I just drank your pee.  We have no secrets."

   She snorted.  "Yes, we have one.  James, would you please leave while I
go to the toilet?"

   "Mom, don't worry about it.  Go ahead.  We're a couple now, remember?"

   "James...  James, some things are off limits for even couples, dear. 
Scoot, now."

   "Mom." He turned and faced her.  "You are sexy, to me.  Everything you
do, and everything about you is sexy.  The thought of you pooping, even, is
sexy.  Go ahead."

   She sighed in exasperation.  "James, James.  What a weird child you are.
You are what I've made you, I guess."

   "Mom." He turned and faced her.  "Go ahead.  I want to fuck you, again.
While you're on the toilet."

   She regarded him again with her sober gaze.  "You are one weird kid."

   She finally realized he wasn't going anywhere.  She sat gingerly on the
toilet, and stared at him.  He realized with glee she was embarrassed.  How
rarely was she ever embarrassed.  He couldn't remember the last time. 
Nothing happened for a while.  He continued his ablutions, and finally got
down on his knees in front of the toilet.  He began stroking his half-hard
dick, trying to wake it up, and she instinctively spread her legs wide.  He
was just tall enough on his knees to fit his dick over the rim of the
toilet and send it probing in between her legs to her pussy.  It was
finally fairly hard, and she made a funny noise, and helped him fit it into
her cunt.  He pushed deeper and deeper into her, glad, once again, that he
had a long dick.  And that he was young, and could get hard again so
quickly...  well, he didn't actually think that, he was too young to know
about that particular problem.  She sat back on the seat, and sighed.

   "James, James.  What will become of us, dear..."

   "We will live long happy lives, Mom.  And fuck every day until we die."

   He fucked her for probably fifteen minutes.  He was turned on, waiting
with anticipation, for what exactly he wasn't sure.  How rarely in life, he
thought, do we get to experience something totally new.  This had been a
summer of new things for him, more than any other time in his life.  He
wasn't sure how his mom pooping really fit into that, but the thought of it
was turning him on.  She lay back on the seat, almost asleep, he thought,
but he knew she was enjoying the toilet fuck experience.  Finally her eyes
slammed open, and she squinched up her mouth.  She came, trembling and
shaking, and at the same time he heard splashes in the bowl beneath them as
she defecated.  She farted gently a few times, giggling, and the room
filled up with the smell, and he thought, She-it, goddam.  Her shit does
smell sexy.  He was pleased to be right.  He fucked away until she settled
back down, smiling shyly at him, and giggling.

   He came, groaning, shooting what felt like a gallon or two of hot cum
into her body.  His legs almost locked, since he was on his knees, and he
felt the start of cramps in his calves.  Jeezus.  He finally finished, and
fell forwards on her, hugging her.

   "Jeezus, James." She said.  "That was...  intense...  I really had to
go. That felt good, to do it when I came."

   He got up at last, and left her alone, letting her wipe her ass in
peace. He had even thought of doing that for her, like he had Tina, but he
thought, what the hell, save something for next time.





   As the week wound down to a close, James was morose.  He wanted so bad
to suggest they stay longer, but he knew that they probably couldn't afford
it.  And his mom had to go back to work.  He made a last trip to the ghost
town with his mother, and they dropped his towel on the floor of an old
building, and fucked slowly for what seemed like hours in the dusky green
twilight.  Dust tickled their noses and made them sneeze, and he could feel
his dick pulsate and contract every time when he sneezed, deep in her body.
She came like a tiger, exhaling loudly and almost shouting at one point,
and he laughed and gulped and grunted loudly himself.  They walked back to
the camp slowly, past the pond where James thought about suggesting a
farewell fuck, but he was too tired.  One more full day, he thought.  What
should he do to make it special for Marissa.  All he could think of was to
fuck her.  That would have to do, he guessed.  It's not like they had a
gift shop or anything at the camp.





   One day near the end of the week, James couldn't remember which, Marissa
dragged him back to her cabin.  She didn't have to drag very hard.  All she
had said was, "My mom wants to see you before you have to leave." James
figured he knew what Virginia really wanted, and he was right.  Virginia
and he sat on the couch, while Marissa frittered and fretted around the
room.  He and Virginia made small talk.

   "Mom." Marissa broke in, standing before them.

   "What, dear." Virginia's eyes left James's cock momentarily to glance at
her daughter.

   "Mom, James fucks his mother.  She makes him do it."

   Oh shit.  James sighed.  Virginia regarded him coolly.

   "Yes, I heard something to that effect through the grapevine.  Well,
she's a lucky woman then.  James is a very exceptional young man.  Marissa,
watch your language.  Is that how all you kids talk now?"

   "Pretty much." Said Marissa.

   "Miss...  Virginia..." James said.  "It's really a little more
complicated than that.  She's not my real mother and I'm not even adopted.
I just live with her."

   "James.  I make no judgments, and neither should my daughter." Virginia
regarded Marissa with that steely, intense gaze.  "Sometimes I wonder
exactly what I'm raising with these two.  Sometimes I wonder if things got
switched at the hospital."

   "Mo-om..." Said Marissa.  These two, she had said.  James wished Tina
was there.  If he was going to get to fuck Virginia again, he wished Tina
was there to watch.  He didn't know why he liked that so much, but he did.

   "No matter." Said Virginia.  "James, if you enjoy making love to your
mother, more power to you.  Your mother is a very attractive woman.  I'm
sure it's enjoyable for you."

   "Yes, Ma'am." Said James, stealing a glance at Marissa, hoping that
didn't make her mad.  It looked like it did, kind of.  Why am I here again?
James thought.

   "James." Virginia said, crushing out her cigarette.  "I asked Marissa to
bring you by so I could tell you goodbye and thank you for the other day.
You made me very happy.  I don't get to be happy very often, but you did it
very well."

   "Uhm...  you're welcome..."

   "I would...  and I did ask Marissa about this first...  I would welcome
another chance...  to spend a little time with you."

   James stared fervently at her beautiful round hard tits.

   "Oh, anytime, Miss Virginia, I would be glad..."

   "Marissa, darling?" Virginia regarded her daughter.  "Would you join us
in the bedroom?"





   James was very turned on.  The thought of fucking both Marissa and her
mother together excited him greatly.  He followed Virginia into the
bedroom, and turned to Marissa.  He gave her a long slow kiss to re-assure
her.  She seemed okay so far.  Oh, he thought, let this go well.  Let this
go well.

   Virginia was no-nonsense, and very business-like.  She lay back on the
bed, and spread her legs.  Her cunt was dark, the lips brown, almost black
in some places.  Her clit, like her daughter's, loomed large, stealing
attention from her pussy.  Her cunt was bald, and James wondered if she'd
had the laser treatment, too.  He remembered how smooth she felt last time.
They needed to get that for Marissa, she had definite stubble at times. 
James figured Virginia was ready for him to just plunge into her, but he
liked her cunt, and he wanted to taste it again.  He sat Marissa down
beside her, and bent his head down to Virginia's vagina.  Oh, he didn't
care if it was forty years old, it smelled good to him.  He knew it would
taste good.

   After a few minutes he moved to Marissa.  He had been finger-fucking
Marissa while he ate Virginia, and now he switched.  His finger felt loose
in Virginia's pussy, but she seemed to be enjoying it.  He tried to bump
her clit every time he went in, knowing that that would help.

   Marissa's cunt was sweet and almost cool under his tongue.  What a
difference a little age makes, he thought.  He guessed Virginia was in her
forties.  He wondered what his mom's cunt would be like when she was in her
forties.  His mom, to him, was every bit as young and fresh and delectable
as Marissa was.  As even Kat and Tina were.  He knew his mom was no virgin,
but she still had a special something to him.  Virginia acted a bit like
what she was, a tired old lady.  His mom was nothing like that.  He felt a
twinge of sadness for Virginia.  She seemed like a hell of a lady, strict,
yes, and incredibly also liberal, I mean look at how she was raising her
two kids.  Letting them watch her fuck people, letting Tina play around
with his dick...  Jeezus...  what a strange family.

   Virginia had had enough playing around.  "James, please make love to me
now." She said.  He crawled up in between her legs, and lay on her.  They
kissed, and she began to rub his back and squeeze his ass.  They fucked for
what seemed to be a long time to James, and he began to be uncomfortable,
wondering if he could hold back and leave some for Marissa.  Marissa, what
the hell was she doing?  She was just sitting there, on the side of the
bed, watching him fuck her mother.  Finally, at long long last, Virginia
came, an earth-shaking pounding orgasm, and he was pleased that he had done
that for her.  He hoped he was responsible.  When her fingers and toes
uncurled and she looked blearily up at him he laughed, and kissed her one
last time.  She smiled, and pulled herself up.

   "Marissa...  he's all yours...  sorry if I took more than my share..."

   "Thank you, mother." Said Marissa, giggling softly.  James held his arms
out to her, and she flew into them.  He lay back on the bed with her on top
of him, and began kissing her and massaging her firm flesh.  At last they
rolled over, and he entered her.  He fucked her slowly, gently, wanting it
to last, wanting her to know he cared about her and her pleasure.  She
finally indicated that she wanted it a little harder, and he banged harder,
eager to please her.  He had no idea where Virginia was, she might have
left the room for all he knew.

   Marissa buried her fingertips in his ass, and spread his ass cheeks
apart widely.  He went "Mmmph" into her mouth, and they both giggled.  Then
he jumped in shock as he felt something touch him back there.  A wet wiggly
thing was rubbing his asshole.  Something was tightly gripping his balls.
He realized Virginia was back there, down between his legs.  She was
licking his asshole.  Jeezus.  It was intense, and he almost came then. 
Marissa pulled and stretched his ass apart, and Virginia kissed and licked
and slurped on his asshole.  He liked his ass played with, and he hoped he
was clean down there for her.  He didn't figure it would matter to her,
though.  He felt her tongue enter him again and again, and finally,
thankfully, Marissa came, and he knew it was safe for him to come.  He did,
grimacing and grunting, pumping the girl full of hot, burning sperm,
moaning and groaning.  They lay, exhausted.  Virginia slapped him on the
ass.  "Good work, you two." She said.

   They left the cabin.  James was tired and his knees were weak.  Virginia
had kissed him goodby, on the lips.  Jeezus, he thought.  I've just kissed
my own ass.  Marissa chattered away, her hand in his.  He was happy.





   On the very last day he found himself with his mom again.  They walked
out to the pond, and stood on the rough, cracked shoreline, staring out
over the water.  They had made love just once last night, but what a love
they had made.  James had gone for hours, and finally come, and then came
again just a few minutes later.  Neither he nor his mom and any idea how
many times she had come, but it was a high number.  He felt like he was
getting really good at the sex thing, he had yet to really fuck up a fuck,
and god, could he ever make her come.  He was so deeply in love with her by
now that he felt like at times he was drowning, sinking further and further
down, his lungs filling with her, his consciousness dwindling to a little
point, surrounded by an ocean of her.  He could not imagine life without
her, or going back to the life he had had before this.  How could he?  He
would die.

   He did wonder what would happen when they went back to real life.  What
would she allow?  Could he move into her room with her?  Would she fuck him
in his own bed?  In the back yard?  On he couch in the living room?  He
wanted it all, he wanted to do it all, and he wanted to come back here next
summer.  And every year after that.  Let's see...  his mom was seventeen
years older than he was...  when he was twenty, she'd be thirty seven... 
she's still be sexy, surely...

   His mom broke his daydreaming.

   "James.  Let's go out into the water again."

   Shit.  Of course.  He'd told her about the boys seeing them the other
day in the pond, and it just amused her.  He's also told her about his talk
with Marissa, although he edited it slightly to make Marissa seem a little
less hostile to his mom.  He realized that Marissa was probably just
jealous, his mom was truly something to be jealous of, especially to a
probably slightly insecure young girl.  Anyway.

   He followed her out into the water.  They stood, side by side, looking
out over the lake, well, really it was a just pond, watching birds swoop
down and snatch things floating just below the surface.

   "James.  It's been a good week.  Thank you for suggesting this."

   "Oh god, mom, thank you for saying yes.  And for paying for it."

   "It was worth it.  I think I needed this, I needed some kind of
absolution or something.  I needed something to purge the remnants of your
father out of my mind..."

   James knew that he had done that, if anything had.  Him, and his big
dick.

   "James.  I'm going to bring this up one last time, and then I'll shut up
about it.  You're a big boy, you can make up your mind.  I just hope that
you don't hate me someday..."

   "Mom!" He started, but she silenced him with a gesture.

   "James.  What we have done will probably forever be wrong in the eyes of
the world.  But I wouldn't take back anything.  I have enjoyed this week
more than any in my life.  I love you, and I offer you myself to you, as
long as you want me.  Please remember that, that everything I have done
this week was out of love.  I want it to be that way now, even if it didn't
exactly seem to start out that way..."

   He wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he'd take it.  She was
silent.

   "Mom.  You know how I feel about you.  That will never change.  I will
always love you.  You are my life.  I regret nothing either."

   They stood for a while longer, in companionable silence.  Finally they
drifted together, and hugged, face to face, their heads on each others
shoulders.  James let his hands drift down his mom's back, and gently
rubbed her butt, her beautiful firm butt.

   "Mom."

   "What."

   "Wanna do it one last time?  In the water?"

   It was dusk, twilight.  The sun was setting beyond the trees.  Night
things were waking up, and starting to chirp.  He slid into her easily, her
moist cunt gripping him firmly.  He pumped her to an orgasm, but he didn't
come, remembering his plans for Marissa that night.  They stood in
knee-deep water as darkness fell over them, and hugged each other tightly.
James kissed her fervently, almost harshly, wanting to melt into her,
almost wanting to be her.  He couldn't love her more than this, he though.
It just wasn't possible.





   They talked frankly on the way back to the camp, and James told her she
had quite a fan club among the boys of the camp.  She snorted at that.  No
really, he said, every single last one of them would die to make it with
you.  Really.  She became thoughtful at that.

   "Even that Mexican kid?  The one with the big cock?" Yes, even the
Mexican kid.

   She walked along, silently.  They went inside.

   "James." She settled beside him on the couch.  "How would you feel... 
if I did...  If I did make it with your friends...  some of them, ones you
picked out..."

   He didn't really even have to think about it.  "Mom.  More than
anything, I guess I would feel proud.  Proud of you.  Would you really do
that?"

   "I'm considering it."

   "Mom.  Think about it, while I go spend some time with Marissa.  Okay?"
He wasn't sure how serious she was, but his mom was pretty
straight-forward. If she said something, she usually meant it.  This would
be wild, he though, too wild.  It didn't even occur to him to be jealous.





   Feeling a little pressed for time, he found Marissa.  They went to the
lunchroom for dinner, and then walked out into the night.  He had his
towel, of course.  They found themselves at the football field, but too
many people were out and around.  Finally James suggested they go back to
his cabin.  Maybe his mom would be out.

   She was just leaving as they arrived.

   "Mom...  Marissa and I are going inside for a while..." He didn't really
know what else to say.  It wasn't like they could watch TV or anything. 
His mom, amused, nodded and smiled.

   "Have fun, you two." She was gone.  He figured she'd stay away for a
while, knowing they were in there.  Marissa seemed embarrassed.

   "She knows what we're going to do..."

   "Of course.  But she doesn't care.  Marissa.  Get over it.  She likes
you!"

   "She just makes me nervous is all.  I'm sorry."

   "It's okay." They went inside.  James got them drinks from the fridge.
After that, there wasn't much to do except make out.  So they started
making out.  James finally moved them into his bedroom.  Marissa surveyed
his still made bed with suspicion.  He hadn't slept in that bed once, even.
And it looked like it.  Shit.

   "Do you sleep with her, James?  Every night?"

   "Uhm." His mind raced.  He lied, to keep the peace.  "Actually, usually
I sleep on the couch."

   "I see." Said Marissa, not entirely convinced.  She finally gave in, and
they crawled onto the bed, and James wrapped his mouth around hers.  After
what seemed like an hour of kissing they began to rub and fondle each
other, and it quickly built up into a fevered pitch.

   Suddenly Marissa burst into tears.  "I can't believe you're leaving
tomorrow!" She wailed, and he comforted her, not knowing what to say other
than, "I'm sorry, darling," over and over.

   He let her cry herself out, and then he kissed her some more.  Finally
she heated up a little, and took his dick in her mouth.  He stretched his
arm around behind her, and began playing with her asshole.  She came before
he ever got his finger in her even, and then she indicated she was ready to
be fucked.  What an odd, backwards girl, he thought, as he penetrated her.
His dick felt huge, and he was already ready to come, but he pumped away,
slaving to make her happy.  She came again, a good come, bouncing and
bucking on the bed, almost throwing him off.  They lay, his arms around
her, basking in the glow, resting, recharging.

   "Marissa.  I love you.  I'll think of nothing but you while were apart.
Please remember that.  I love you."

   "I love you too, darling," she said sleepily.  Oh shit, she was going to
sleep.  He looked at the clock.  Almost ten.  Shit.

   "Damn, girl, you're going to sleep.  Want me to walk you home?"

   "Yes, please, James, I don't feel too great today.  I'm really tired."

   They walked back to her cabin in silence, enjoying each others company.
He didn't want to go in and risk more wasted time, so he stopped on the
porch, and hugged and kissed her deeply.  She was almost in a trance by
now, half asleep, and after assuring him she'd see him in the morning she
disappeared inside.  James flew off he porch and went in search of his mom.

   He finally found her in the lunchroom, talking to other adults.  He
seated himself nearby, and waited for her to finish.  She wrapped it up,
seeing him, and hung her arm over his shoulder and they left the main camp.
she only said one thing to him on the way to their cabin, but it
electrified him.

   "James.  Get your friends, and bring them to the cabin."

   He whirled and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her, and then
scampered off.  Most of the boys spent the evening at Jester's, watching
TV. That's where he found four of the seven of them.  He burst in the room,
checking to make sure Jester's grandpa wasn't hiding in the corner.

   "Hey, you guys.  My mom wants to see you, all of you.  Find Ralph and
Don and Sammie.  Hurry."

   They were puzzled, but eager, if his mom was involved.  He was sure that
just from that sentence, lights were going on in a few heads.  I mean, at
this time of night?  What could it be?

   They spread out, and the other three boys were quickly found.  James
shushed them, and had them break up into groups, and they all quickly snuck
in the door of James and Jessica's cabin.  His mom sat, naked of course, on
the couch, watching the troupe enter.  He thought she actually looked a
little bit nervous.  He wanted to comfort her, to tell her not to worry. 
He felt a bump on his dick and looked down to see it hitting the couch
armrest.  It was half hard, already.  He was already getting turned on,
just thinking of this.

   "Boys." His mom finally spoke.  "I will trust your discretion in this
matter.  We're going to do a chinese fire drill.  Please don't think ill of
me for what I'm about to do.  I just want my son's friends to be happy, and
have a good summer."

   The boys nodded, smiling, some nervously.  It was obvious by now that
something big was in the air.  James looked around.  Half of them were hard
already.  He was totally hard.  Jeezus.

   She got up from the couch and motioned them to follow her into her
bedroom, where the double bed was.  In silence they watched her sit on the
edge of the bed and spread her legs wide.  James loved her so much that
moment that it hurt.  She's doing this for me, he thought, well, maybe for
herself a little, but she's doing this for me and my friends.

   Everyone was crowded into the small bedroom.  There was silence.  His
mom spoke.

   "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't come inside me.  Otherwise it'll get
pretty messy for the next guy.  Right before you come, pull out and I'll
finish you myself.  Understand?  Well?  Who's first?"





   The next two hours were a blur to James.  Thomas was first, putting his
above-average sized dick to good use.  His mom came quickly, surprising
James, and he thought she was surprised, too.  Thomas did it right, after
making her come he pulled out, and she seized his penis and popped it into
her mouth.  She sucked away as he came and twitched and jerked, and went
away smiling.  Sammie was next, he wanted to suck her tits and she let him,
not rushing him at all.  He finally fucked her with his average-sized dick,
and she came nicely.  James wondered if she was going to come every time,
for every boy, and decided she would at least pretend to, to be polite. 
Her comes seemed real to him, though.

   By the time the jester stepped up, she was already starting to look a
little worn.  Sweat covered her body, and James turned on the ceiling fan.
He wished the units had air conditioning in the bedrooms.  Jester pumped
away, putting in a fine performance, and Jessica came hard, honestly, it
seemed to James.  He wondered how many times she could come.  It had been
close to an hour already.  The next boy wanted to taste her pussy, and she
seemed to welcome the chance to relax as he munched and slurped his way
around her genitals.  He finally fucked her, and she sucked him a long time
before he came.  James figured he was holding back, but didn't blame him.
Two more to go.  The next had a little accident, and came quickly, inside
her, but she pooh-poohed it, and excited the boys by reaching a finger
inside herself and drawing out semen.  She popped the finger into her
mouth. The last boy seemed to fuck her forever, pumping away, sucking her
tits and kissing her.  She came again, a last time, and finally told the
boy he could come inside her, since he was the last.  But he wanted her to
suck him off, and she did, massaging his balls as he came in her mouth. 
James wondered how much semen she had swallowed that evening.  A lot.

   The show was finally over.  Jessica lay limply on the bed, exhausted. 
James had planned on a round with her himself, but he didn't have the heart
to do it to her.  She looked totally worn out.  His love for her knew no
bounds.  That she would do this for him, for his friends, gave him the
happiest, warmest feeling ever.  He would never forget this.

   The boys thanked her sincerely, and quietly filed out.  James smiled and
waved until the last one had left, and went back to join her.  He crawled
up on the bed beside her, and held her.  She mumbled sleepily, and nuzzled
her face against his chest.  Amazingly, she didn't even smell of sperm,
that much.  He got up and turned out the light, and rejoined her.  It was
past one o'clock.  They slept.

   Deep, deep in the night, James twitched.  Something woke him up. 
"Mmmmm...." his mom mumbled sleepily.  James searched around for her face
and kissed her, loving her.  She woke up a little further.

   "James..." she said, blearily.

   "What, mom?"

   "Will you still respect me in the morning?" He had no idea why she asked
this, he guessed because she'd just let seven boys fuck her.

   "Mom, I will respect you forever...  what you did was...  fantastic... I
love you even more for it..."

   "Thank you, baby...  just keep thinking that..."

   "Don't worry, darling...  go back to sleep..."

   She nodded sleepily, then kissed him.  They kissed again.  And again. 
James realized she was pretty awake now.  He was too.  He laughed softly,
and touched his dick, to wake it up.  It was already awake too, he
realized. In another thirty seconds he slid it into her, and started a long
slow stroke.  She took a deep breath and sighed, and pulled him up on top
of her a little more.  They fucked slowly, languidly, until the room began
brightening and morning came.  She came, softly, slowly, her muscles
contracting almost to the point of cramps.  He could tell from her
breathing she had had a good come.  He let himself go, and pumped jism deep
into her cunt.  They lay quietly, loving each other, and then both drifted
off into sleep.

   At eight o'clock James's phone went off.  They dragged themselves out of
bed, put on their shoes, and began packing what little they had brought. 
At breakfast they said their goodbyes, and James let Marissa weep on his
shoulder.  Finally it was time to go.  One last kiss from Marissa, and
James pulled his shorts and a shirt.  His mom was looking sexy in some
cut-offs and a tank top.  They waved to everyone, got in the car and drove
away.  A somber group of young boys watched them go, sad to see them leave.





   Chapter 6 : James Returns





   The trip home was fun, in spite of James's sadness at having to leave
the camp.  His mom looked incredibly sexy to him, after a week of seeing
her naked to see her in sexy cut-offs and a tank top almost blew his mind.
Every time they stopped, once at a gas station and twice at gift shops, he
knew that every man's eyes were on her.  And she's mine, he thought, she's
mine.  His whole future seemed to open up before him, a place of limitless
possibilities and limitless sex.  His mom had said that it was up to him.
He knew already what he wanted.  He wanted her.  He would always want her.

   They finally pulled into the house as night fell.  It was a matter of
minutes to unpack the car, and they settled in.  James had called Robert
when they hit the city, and told him to get over as quick as he could.  He
was sure Robert was eager to hear of his week in glorious nudesville.  Poor
Robert.  If they went next year, he was going to do everything he could to
see if Robert could go also.  He would save up money to pay his way, even.
It was only fair.

   He transferred the pictures on his laptop to his encrypted drive, almost
rubbing his hands together in anticipation of showing them to Robert.  He
wondered when Kat would get to come over.  This was going to be good.

   At last he heard voices downstairs.  Robert tramped up the stairs and
came in his room.  James motioned for him to shut the door.  He did.

   "Hey, what's up."

   "The usual."

   "Well, how was it?  Did you see lots of girls?"

   "No, not a one.  Yes, lots.  Lots and lots.  I have a girlfriend now,
even."

   "Really!  You lucky!"

   "Yeah, it was as cool as I thought it would be.  Cooler.  Way cooler."

   "Damn you.  You are so lucky.  God, your mom looks sexy in those shorts.
Jeezus, you're lucky."

   You don't know the half of it.  Yet.  James thought.  He almost felt
sorry for Robert.  Maybe he could get his mom to...  hmmmm...  He filed
away the idea for later.

   Robert's voice dropped in volume.  "So, how did your mom do?  How did
she look?"

   James got up, and went and locked his door.  He knew Robert wouldn't be
able to keep his dick in his jeans once the fun started.

   "Robert.  Things have changed between my mom and me somewhat."

   "Because of the camp, you mean?  Because you saw each other naked?"

   "I think it's more complicated than that.  It's stuff to do with my dad,
about her feelings for him and stuff, I think."

   "So, what do you mean?  Changed in a good way?"

   "Oh yes.  A good way.  Here.  Just look."

   James turned to the computer, and called up the first picture from that
first night.  He felt Robert go rigid beside him, and then laughed quietly
to himself as Robert scrabbled to get his zipper undone and his dick out.
James resignedly pulled his own dick out, feeling it begin to get hard.  It
was so obvious from the pictures that she was posing for him.  The pictures
got more and more overtly sexual.  Robert kept saying, "Slow down, slow
down!" James snickered to himself.

   Finally, the pics from the first night ended.

   "See what I mean?" James said.

   "Not really.  So she posed for you?  She enjoyed it?"

   "Oh yes.  I think she did."

   "Did you have a boner while you took those pics?  Did you have jeans on?
How could you not have?"

   "Yes, I had a boner the whole time we were alone, usually.  That's how
it all started."

   "How what started?"

   "Okay.  Look at this shit."

   James went to a folder two folders down.  He knew this one by heart.  He
took a deep breath, and clicked.

   In all her vulgar glory, Jessica spread out on the bed before them.  Her
legs were spread wide, her smooth cunt in full view, in all it's fabulous
pinkness.  The lascivious look on her face told the whole story.

   "You.  Mother.  Fucker." Robert said softly, and James laughed out loud
at the inadvertent truth of what Robert said.  He slowly scrolled through
the pictures.  When he got to the one he was waiting for, Robert almost
missed it.  There at the bottom of the screen, was something long.  Hard.
Flesh-colored.  Robert did a literal double-take, and stared at the screen.
In the next pic, the object was closer to her.  In the next, it was
touching her vagina.

   "You.  God.  Damn.  Mother.  Fucker." Robert whispered softly, turning
to look at James.  "You did it, didn't you?  You fucked your mother."

   James laughed.  "More times than I can count.  I have literally lost
track of how many times."

   Robert actually seemed in shock.  All he could do was sit there and say,
"Goddam.  Goddam." Over and over.  The next picture showed James's cock
buried inside Jessica.  There was no doubt he was fucking her as he took
the pictures.  There was no doubt the dick in the pic was his.

   "Like I said, our relationship has changed."

   "How did she...  how did you...  did she justify it?  How did she?  Did
she make an excuse?"

   "Yeah, she talked about my dad, and his leaving her, and her love for
him.  I think, actually, that she just transferred it to me.  The second
she saw my dick her whole demeanor or whatever changed.  From there, for
her it seemed like there was no turning back.  She almost acted like she
had no choice."

   Robert finally seemed happy for him.  "You motherfucker!  You really are
a motherfucker!" They both giggled.

   James scrolled through the rest of the pictures.  His dick, sunk deep in
his mother, His dick, in her mouth as she stared up and the camera. 
Dozens, if not hundreds, of close-ups of her pussy and asshole, her
beautiful asshole.  A whole series of his finger, in her asshole.  One or
two, even, of his dick partly ways in her asshole.  She didn't go much for
asshole sex, he told Robert.  Robert was entranced.

   "James.  I understand how private this is, thank you for sharing it with
me.  Could I maybe have some of these without her face in them?"

   "Sure, Robert, I'll be glad to give you some.  You and Kat are why I
took a lot of these, so I could share it with you guys, basically." He
didn't say the obvious, that he didn't need pictures because he had access
to the real thing.

   "I don't know if I can ever look at your mom the same way again." Robert
said heavily.  James didn't know if that was good or bad.

   "Yeah, I thought that too, but I've made the switch, or something.  I
realize that I'm a comfort to her, I guess.  And I'm glad, I'm glad I can
give her something instead of just take."

   "Yah.  Yah." They reached the end of the fuck folder, and James showed
Robert the rest of the pictures.  It was past two o'clock.  James was sure
his mom had long since gone to bed.  He yearned to join her, but he wanted
to share with Robert.  He felt like he owed Robert that.

   He finally got to the pics of Marissa.  Robert was appreciative of her,
and seemed impressed that he had a seventeen year old girlfriend.  James
told Robert all about fucking Marissa, also, but sadly he didn't have any
action pictures of that.  Marissa was a little more uptight than his mom
had been.

   He remembered the pictures of Tina, and showed Robert that, and told him
the whole story about fucking Marissa's mom, and Belle.  And playing around
with Tina.  His phone pictures weren't as nice as the pictures from his big
camera, but they got across the idea of her cute little ass, and asshole.

   At last he got to the few pictures that he had taken the night of the
orgy, as he thought of it.  Robert was astounded, even at this point, that
his mom would do such a thing.  James felt another wave of love for her. 
What a lady.  He tried to explain to Robert how he saw it, that she'd done
it out of love for him, and he wasn't sure if he'd gotten through or not.

   "Fuck that, I just wish I would have been there." Robert finally said.

   "Yeah.  I wish you had too.  Maybe next year." James thought for a
moment.  "Robert, I got a plan, for you, and my mom.  Just give me a day or
two.  I'm not making any promises..."

   "Oh jeezus, sweet jeezus, don't even give me hope.  Do everything you
can, but don't give me hope.  I'll die if I have hope and it don't work
out."

   James laughed.  "Okay.  Just hang on."

   "James.  Go back to the pussy pics, and let me come in peace."

   They silently masturbated for another thirty minutes, looking at
pictures.  James had promised himself he wouldn't come, saving it for his
mom, but finally Robert filled James's towel with spunk.  It was almost
three.  Tomorrow was Sunday, thank goodness, his mom didn't have to get up
early.

   "Robert.  You can sleep on my bed."

   "Where will you...  oh...  shit...  you mother fucker..."

   "Heh.  Goodnight."

   James left his room, and crept into his mom's room.  Amazingly, she
still was up, reading.  She looked at him inquisitively.

   "Mom...  can I stay with you tonight?"

   "Of course, darling...  did Robert go home?"

   "No, he's in my bed..."

   "So he knows?"

   "Yes...  I felt like I owed him that much...  He'll be...  discreet... I
trust him..."

   "Yes, I'm not worried.  Okay.  Well, crawl in."

   James dropped his shorts and underwear, and pulled off his shirt.  His
mom threw back the blanket, and he saw she was already nude.  Of course she
was.  He hadn't seen her in night clothes in, hell.  Six months.  He
crawled in beside her, feeling his erection start again.  Jeezus, she
turned him on.

   They held each other for a while, and she murmured to him, he couldn't
tell what she was even saying.  Finally they began to kiss."

   "Mom...  mmmm...  from now on...  mmmm...  can I stay in here...  with
you?  Mmmm..."

   "Of course, darling, if you want..." Her mouth wrapped around his.

   "Thank you...  mmmm..." They kissed a while longer, He began to rub her,
and squeeze her butt.

   "Robert was really...  mmmm...  he really tripped out when I told him
about us...  He loves you very much, mom...  I think he loves you more
now..."

   She snorted.  "Yes, particularly now that you showed him your pictures
of me.  You did show him your pictures of me, didn't you?"

   James burned in embarrassment.  "Mom...  yes...  but not to brag or
anything...  he just loves you about as much as I do...  he loves to see
you..."

   "Hee hee, I bet.  I bet." She reached between them and grasped his dick.
An idea struck him.

   "Mom.  Robert's...  Robert's dick is as long as mine.  Honest."

   She made a silly scooby-doo noise, like "really".  He laughed and she
giggled.

   "Really." She finally said.

   "Yes, really.  That's how we became friends, the boys in gym class were
making fun of our dicks."

   "They what?"

   "They were jealous, I guess.  One guy especially.  Teeny-dick Tony.  He
popped my dick with a towel once."

   "Oh, my poor baby!  Are you serious!  Where was the teacher or coach or
whatever?"

   "The coach doesn't take showers with us, mom." He said.  He thought
about telling her about jacking off with the coach, but changed his mind.
Probably not.

   "Well, well.  What an interesting week of revelations.  James and
Robert, the big dick boys."

   "Mom.  I'm not asking you, but if you ever feel like, uhm, offering
Robert, uhm, giving him a little bit of yourself, I'm sure he would
appreciate it more than anybody in the world."

   "Yes, yes.  Of course he would.  My, I'm suddenly spreading myself
pretty thin lately.  Years and years of no companionship, absolutely no
sex, and look at me now.  I'm quite in demand."

   James giggled.  She giggled.

   "Mom.  You are the greatest.  No one even comes close."

   They made time for a quickie, and then settled down to sleep.  James
nodded off with his arms around her, and her breath hot in his nostrils. 
He was happy, insanely magically stupendously happy.  It couldn't get any
better.





   The next morning he stumbled out of an empty bed, wondering where she
was.  He smelled bacon cooking, and went to wake up Robert.  They took
quick showers in James's bathroom, and went downstairs.  There was Jessica,
in some little nightgown thing, serving up a massive, high-cholesterol
breakfast.  The three of them ate like famine victims.

   "Boys, entertain yourselves today.  I'm going to go see Alice, and do
some shopping."

   "Mom."

   "What."

   "What is Kat doing his summer?  Who watches her?"

   "I think some lady that Alice knows is watching her.  I think she has a
daughter, and the two girls kind of entertain each other."

   "Well, I'll be glad to look after her if she ever needs me too.  Let her
know, okay?"

   "Yes, James, I will, that's very thoughtful of you.  I'll tell her."

   She departed.  The boys cast about restlessly for something to do, and
finally gravitated back upstairs.  James locked the door.

   The went back through the pictures, being sure to carefully look at
every single one.  Their dicks finally got tired and sore, and they had to
take a break.  They went to the store and bought some junk for lunch, and
went back to the house.  James kept watch while Robert did a panty raid,
and they scuttled back to James's bedroom for a quick marathon of panty
sniffing and jerking.  Finally Robert allowed himself to come, but James
was saving it for his mom.  They replaced the panties, and went walking
around town, looking for help wanted signs.





   Jessica was not crazy the next day about returning to work, but off she
went.  James was alone half the day until Robert showed up, finally.  They
sniffed Jessica's yesterday panties, jerked off, and then walked around the
neighborhood.  James had to admit that, although still fun, the panty thing
didn't turn him on like it used to.  Not surprising, considering he was
getting the real thing.  Oh well.

   They turned down Kat's street.  There in her front yard, sitting on the
porch, was Kat.  She was overjoyed to see them.  After a hurried
conference, she went in the house and asked her mom if she could go home
with James.  Alice came out and talked to the boys for a while, making sure
it was okay, and the three of them departed, heading back to James's house.

   "Gosh, I'm glad you showed up.  It was getting deadly boring."

   James laughed.  "Glad to be of service."

   "How did your trip go?  How was the nude camp?"

   "It was lots of fun."

   "He's fucking his mom now." Robert piped up.

   Kat shook her head, looking puzzled.  "I said," said Robert, "He's
fucking his mom now.  I'm still a virgin, and he's fucking his mom."

   Kat giggled, and so did James and Robert.

   "How did that happen?"

   "It just...  happened...  Some kind of thing with my dad, in her mind or
something..."

   "Are you happy then?"

   "Overjoyed."

   "Good.  Did you take pictures?  Of the nudes?"

   "Yes.  Mostly of my mom.  But, yes, a few."

   They arrived, and traipsed upstairs to James's room.  He locked the
door, just in case.  Kat had already stripped by the time he turned around.
He laughed, and pulled his dick out of his pants.  Robert did the same.

   They pulled up chairs, and Kat took her place on James's lap.  He
wrapped one hand around her soft warm stomach, and took the mouse in the
other.  For the next two hours they looked at James's pictures, Kat ooh'ing
over them.

   "James." She said.  "Your mom is so beautiful.  You are lucky."

   "Yes, I know I am."

   "You are one lucky motherfucker." Said Robert.  "The luckiest
motherfucker I know.  Actually, the only motherfucker I know."

   They all giggled.  James dropped his hand, and began stroking the top of
Kat's little pussy.  She obligingly spread her legs.  He began rubbing it
top to bottom.

   "Kat." James said.  "Wanna play around?"

   "I don't care."

   The three of them moved to his bed.  James arranged her with her legs
spread, then put his middle finger in his mouth, getting it good and we. 
He began finger-fucking her, while Robert let her suck on the end of his
dick.  After ten minutes, and a cute little Kat orgasm, James stopped.

   "Kat?  Could we try something, with our dicks?  Could we see how far
into you they'll go?"

   "I don't...  care..." She seemed a little nervous at that.  James
promised himself not to hurt her.

   "Any time, if you want us to stop, just say it, okay?  We'll try not to
hurt you."

   "Okay."

   James wanted to let Robert go first, he knew that the girth of Robert's
penis was slightly less than his.  He went to the bathroom and got some
baby oil, one of his favorite masturbation aids.  He slathered it on
Roberts penis, rubbing it in good, masturbating Robert for a minute or two.
Finally, he laid Kat back down on the bed on her back, and poured a small
stream of baby oil directly into her little cunt.

   He motioned Robert over, and carefully fitted Robert's dick into the
lips of Kat's vagina.

   "Slowly, gently..." He said, and Robert began to carefully push.

   "You okay?" He asked Kat, and she nodded.

   Robert pushed pretty good, and the cap of his dick disappeared into her
body.  She made a noise then, and he stopped instantly.  James thought that
looked so sexy, Robert standing there, with two inches of his dick inside
the little girl.

   "How is it?  Does it hurt?" Asked Robert anxiously.  Kat nodded slowly.

   "A little.  Just wait a minute, please..."

   He did, and finally she nodded again.  He resumed the pressure and
another inch of his dick slid into her.  He stopped, to give her time to
get used to it.

   "How does that feel?" James asked, slowly stroking his own dick.

   "Tight...  full..." Kat said, looking relatively untroubled.  He could
almost see Robert's dick beneath her mound, pouching it outwards, puffing
it up.  He wasn't sure this was such a good idea, but she was standing it
well, at least.  Robert slowly pushed in another half inch, an inch...

   "that's it!" Said Kat, "I don't think it goes any further." James
figured it was uncomfortably by now, or maybe it just plain hurt.  Robert
had stopped instantly, of course.

   "Kat...  can I just leave it in for a while?" Robert asked, and she
nodded.  He did just that, pumping every so slightly, a quarter of an inch,
maybe.  Robert reached down, and began almost idly rubbing her clit with
his thumb.  Amazingly, after a minute of that, maybe because of that, she
came, goosebumps and all.  Both the boys were slightly surprised at the
suddenness and strength of her orgasm.  Kat was getting used to coming. 
She was liking it more and more.

   James had hoped to try his dick in her, but he could see no reason to
try, considering Robert hadn't had much luck.  Plus, of course, he was
getting to fuck his mom.  It was not a big deal.  She was still just too
small.  Maybe in another year.  He hoped to still be playing around with
her in another year.

   After Kat had had her orgasm, James looked at the clock.  His mom would
be home in an hour.  The two boys jerked off on Kat, spraying their semen
from her pussy to her chin, and she went to take a rinse in James's shower.
An hour later they were watching TV when Jessica came through the door.





   Chapter 7 : Robert & Jessica





   The week passed, uneventfully.  James and Robert both tried to find
jobs, but not much was going on in their suburb.  They entertained
themselves with porn, panties and poontang, little girl poontang, having
Kat over a time or two and playing around with her.  James was more and
more satisfied with his relationship with his mother, they fucked every
night, and once even in the morning before she went to work.  The things he
did with Robert were really more for Robert's sake, now, well, and it was
still fun, especially the stuff with Kat.  He loved the taste of her little
pussy and asshole, and she was just funny at times, and fun to be around.

   One night after dinner James's mom seemed quiet and introspective.  He
didn't worry about her, and finally she opened up to him.  It was about
Robert.

   "James.  If I do make love to Robert, will it affect you in any way?"

   "No mom...  really...  I'll just appreciate it, like I do everything
you've done for me..."

   "I know, I know...  I just want to check with you...  I don't want to
screw anything up between us, now that it seems to be going so well..."

   "You won't, mom.  James is my best friend.  I want the same things for
him as I do myself."

   "Well...  it will be an every now and then type thing...  I can't keep
up the pace, with two of you..."

   "I know, mom.  That's okay.  I know he'll appreciate whatever you can do
for him."

   "Okay, okay.  Next time he spends the night, maybe..."

   "If I tell him that, he'll be over tonight."

   "Well, let's plan for Friday night, okay?"

   That night, the night before, James clung ever tighter to his mom,
knowing he was giving her up for one night.  One night seemed like a long
time to him, now that it was almost upon them.  But he did appreciate what
she was willing to do for Robert.  They fucked a long time, and finally he
allowed himself to come, long after she had.  Her breath was hot in his
face, and her pussy was hot on his groin.  His dick felt like a steel rod
inside her, as he pumped stream after stream of burning semen into her
cunt. He fastened his lips around her mouth and breathed through her
nostrils, feeling his breath come out her nose and tickle his upper lip. 
She pinched her nose shut and took a convulsive breath through his
nostrils, giggling.  They rolled over, with her on top, and she lay her
head on his shoulder.  He loved her so much he thought he could die, he
could just die.  He was happy.





   He didn't tell Robert the whole thing.  He just told him he could spend
the night, Friday night.  Robert was always glad to spend the night at
James's, probably mostly because of Jessica, James figured.  Well, this
should be interesting.

   Robert had spent the whole day, actually.  James discouraged their usual
jack-off session, or at least the part where they came, so that Robert had
plenty of cum ki saved up.  Finally Robert got a little suspicious, and
James decided to tell him that maybe, just maybe, his days of being a
virgin were drawing to an end.  Robert was overjoyed, for a few seconds,
and then began to worry that he might screw it up.  James spent most of the
rest of the afternoon giving him tips and pointers, and telling him not to
worry.

   Robert looked like a deer in the headlights when Jessica showed up that
evening.  She didn't act any different, of course, she was her usual cool
self.  The three of them went out to eat, and Robert finally relaxed
somewhat, but James could tell he was still a little uptight.  Uptight, and
turned on, James could see that Robert had an erection most of the evening.

   The evening dragged horribly.  James and Robert watched TV, and finally
Jessica wandered in, and lay on the couch, her head in James's lap.  He
stroked and rubbed her, and tickled her ear.  After a while he realized she
was asleep.  He made signs to Robert, and they spent the rest of the
evening just sitting there.  He didn't want to disturb her.  He hoped that
he was getting her ready to stay up late, with Robert.

   Finally, ten o'clock.  James wiggled around, trying to stretch his
cramped legs.  Jessica finally woke up, and stared blearily up at him.

   "Good morning!" He said.

   "Oh shit." She said.

   "Not really, it's just ten o'clock.  At night.  You just had a little
nap."

   "Oh shit, I got stuff to do." She clambered up, and disappeared up the
stairs.  Robert made a weird face, like a "what do I do now?" kind of
thing. James motioned calm down, calm down.  James went and made sure the
doors were all locked, and picked up a few things, getting ready for bed.

   They were at the foot of the stairs when they heard Jessica's door open.

   "Boys!  Time for bed!" She called out.

   James snorted.  She hadn't told him when his bedtime was for three or
four years now.  They climbed the stairs.

   Jessica waited for them at her door.  Even James's heart lurched at the
sight of her.  She had washed her face, and was very lightly made up, very
subtle.  Bedtime makeup, James thought.  She was wearing a lacy little
teddy thing that came halfway up her ribs on the leg holes.  It was pulled
so tight in the crotch that it almost looked painful.  The top was mesh,
and her nipples showed plainly.  And her nipples were hard, James thought
thankfully.  Robert looked like he positively might faint.  James feared
for him, a little bit.

   "Goodnight, James." His mother said, and kissed him chastely.  "Robert,
would you please come here."

   James nodded encouragingly at Robert, and went into his bedroom.  He
felt a little left out, but he was glad for Robert.

   Robert shuffled slowly into Jessica's bedroom.  She bustled about,
getting the bed ready.  Her giant, girly frilly bed.  Oh god, he thought,
feeling lightheaded.  Oh god.

   "Shut the door, darling." He shut it.

   "Come here.  Sit down." He slowly approached her, and sat gingerly on
the side of the bed beside her.

   "Robert, Robert.  Let's not pretend, we both know why you're here.  I
want to make this special for you.  I know you like me, and I like you."

   He gulped, and nodded, feeling idiotic.  He didn't trust himself to
speak.

   "James has spoken highly of you.  James is a very good friend, and I'm
sure you appreciate what he's done for you."

   Robert nodded again, eagerly, feeling like a little puppy, wanting to
please her.  His master.  Her.

   "Well, let's stop worrying, and let our hair down.  Let's have a little
fun.  I'm looking forward to this.  I feel like I've known you all this
time, and yet I don't really know you.  I want to see the real Robert
tonight.  And I want you to see the real me.  All of me."

   He closed his eyes, and just breathed.  She waited patiently.  Finally
he opened them, and said, "Thank you.  Thank you..."

   She leaned in to him.  Her breath was hot on his face.  He smelled her
toothpaste.  "Think nothing of it." She said.  She kissed him.  He melted
into her.  Somewhere a clock began ticking away the last few minutes of his
unwanted virginity.





   The night, as nights do, passed at last.  Robert remembered, later,
discreet images and sound bites from that night, sensations, and smells. 
Oh god, smells, wonderful smells.  Robert had a strong connection to his
olfactory senses.  Smells affected him in powerful ways.  Good smells.  Bad
smells.  Luckily, tonight, all he smelled were good smells.  Sexy smells.

   The images stuck with him, for years.  For the rest of his life.  Her
high, firm proud breasts, jutting forward, bouncing as she pounded away, on
top of him.  Her beautiful round ass, as it slapped his belly while he
fucked her, doggy style.  Her beautiful pussy, clean and smooth as a baby's
bottom, as his hard dick cleaved it in two.  Her face, her sexy face,
panting with lust, grinning obscenely as she took his rock-hard cock in her
mouth.  She tasted so good, and he licked her until his tongue was sore. 
The night just broke down into a series of something like video clips, as
his overloaded brain struggled to keep up with the onslaught of fresh
sensations pouring into it.  He realized later that he had expected so much
from her, he had built up something in his brain that might never be
matched, but then something even more powerful had happened, something that
more than matched it and blew his careful construction away.  Just totally
wiped it out.  He was as happy as James had ever been with her, maybe a
teensy bit happier, because he knew that this wasn't going to be that
regular of an occurrence.  How lucky James was, how goddam lucky.  To crawl
into bed every night with this.  How goddam lucky.

   Jessica had a good time.  The moment she drew his pants down, she knew
she was in luck, if not love.  He had a nice dick, a nice long dick, every
bit as long as James's.  Maybe not quite as big around, but close enough.
She did love big dicks.  She nibbled and gnobbled and gnarfed on it,
sucking and licking on it until she thought she'd worn away the taste buds
on her tongue.  He came the first time in her pussy, but later when he came
in her mouth she almost choked, so much semen sprayed into her mouth.  She
had her fingers wrapped around his balls, and she could feel them pull up
and twitch, as he filled her mouth with life.  The rest of the night passed
in a blur for her, they fucked and fucked, he had the stamina of James, of
the young.  Within an hour after coming as hard as he had, he was pumping
away again on her, sending her to the edge of another screeching orgasm. 
She hoped James was able to sleep, as much noise as she was making.  Poor
James, all alone.  She looked at the clock.  It was five AM!  Damn!

   "Robert." She said, her voice husky.  "Robert, go get James.  Let's do a
threesome."

   He was only too glad to obey.  He felt like he owed James that much. 
Plus, he was ready for somebody else to help a little.  She was insatiable.
He almost felt like she was consuming him, using him up, sucking him dry.
But he loved it, though, he wanted to melt in the intensity of her
attentions, melt and drain away.  He realized, as James did quite often,
that his life was probably going to be all downhill from here.  How could
it get any better, after this?  What was left?

   He stumbled from her bed, his dick flopping loosely.  He made his way to
James's room, and shook him awake.

   "Come on, your mom needs you." He mumbled.  James looked up in surprise.

   "What's the matter?  What's wrong?"

   "Nothing.  She wants a threesome."

   James ran to his bathroom to brush his teeth.  Robert breathed in his
cupped palm, and asked to borrow a toothbrush.  Luckily James had a new
one. They made their way back to Jessica's room.

   She was stretched out on her bed, looking to be fast asleep.  Robert
felt a twinge of disappointment.  Suddenly she rose, sitting up, looking
like someone possessed.  Her face looked almost greedy with lust.

   "Hello, boys!" She said, like in that movie.  "I'm ba-ack..." James and
Robert just started laughing.





   "Now you both know I'm not really into butt sex.  But I'm willing if
your both willing."

   They both nodded.  Of course.  She produced a tube of cream of some
kind, handed it to Robert.

   "James, lay on the bed.  You may fuck my pussy.  When we get good and
situated, Robert will climb on top, and fuck my asshole.  Robert, if I
squawk, just stop for a minute, and let me get used to you.  I think it
will be fun.  You'll see."

   James lay down, and she climbed on top of him.  He was good and hard by
now, hell, who wouldn't be.  He slid into her tightness easily, feeling her
around him like a sheath.  She sat forward on her shins, so her hips were
bent, and her ass stuck out behind her.  The position naturally spread her
ass apart, feeling good.

   "Okay, Robert." She said, and felt him gingerly climb on top.  She felt
him applying cream to her asshole, and assumed he had also to his dick. 
She felt the head of his dick center on her asshole, and then he began to
push.  Harder and harder, until suddenly the cap of his dick popped into
her.  She didn't even feel any pain.  Wonderful.  Deeper and deeper he
pressed.  She felt the bottom slowly fall out of her stomach when he
carefully pulled out, and then he pressed in again.  He was deep inside her
filling her up, making her feel like she needed to poop.  It was a good
kind of poop feeling, though.  The sensations around her sphincter were
intense, a good kind of pain, almost a satisfying burning feeling.

   James and Robert could feel each other's cocks moving inside of her,
separated by a thin membrane.  It was very sexy, especially when James went
a little faster and the cap of his dick seemed to rub the shaft of Robert's
cock.  James could hear little squishy noises as their two cocks plunged in
and out of her.  He hoped she was enjoying it.

   "Robert, feel free to come in my butt.  Do what you want, I'm
comfortable." Jessica finally said.

   "I want to do this forever," He replied, "But I don't know how long my
legs will hold out." He was in a kind of squatting position.  Next time she
tried this she decided she would sit up in the middle of the two of them,
with one in front and one in back.  She relaxed, and lost herself in the
moment as James and Robert carefully pumped in and out of her at two
different speeds.  She felt an orgasm building up, much sooner than usual,
but she was quite a bit turned on by this, just because it was something
new, if nothing else.  She let herself come quickly, remembering Robert and
his potential leg cramps, and shuddered and twitched as her body rolled
with waves of pleasure.

   After Robert washed his dick off, she went in the bathroom and closed
the door while she expelled an ass-full of dirty cum into the toilet.  Then
the three of them just curled up in her bed, exhausted.  She knew the sun
would come up any minute, but what hell, it was Saturday.  She lay, a boy
on each side of her, and basked in the glow of their love, even if they
were already asleep.  She was already making plans for next Friday night.





   And this did become the routine, over the next few weeks, as summer got
underway.  James crawled in bed every night with his mom, and fucked to his
heart's content.  Robert came over almost every day.  Kat showed up once or
twice a week, and they would spend the day looking at porn and screwing
around with her.  Friday night was Robert's night with Jessica, although
quite often James found himself involved in that, too.  James wondered, at
times, if there was some way he could get Kat and Jessica together, in bed.
The thought of that turned him on, to think of Jessica sucking on Kat's
sweet little pussy.  That had real possibilities.  And his mom seemed
open-minded enough that it probably could happen, if he could think of a
way.  Maybe it would just be as simple as Kat spending the night and
sleeping in his mom's room.  That would look natural, the boys in his room
and her with his mom.  Hmmm, hmmm...  Kat might have to work out some
seduction techniques, but hmmm...

   Robert was still obsessed with Jessica's panties.  Even after having sex
with her.  Both he and James had thought of mentioning this to her, but
they kind of didn't want to take the fun out of sneaking in and stealing
them.  They knew she wouldn't mind a bit.  They thought she might even be
turned on a little by it, the stories of how they used to sneak around and
steal them and sniff them while they jacked off.  Well, they still snuck
around and stole them.  But it probably wouldn't be quite as much fun if
she just handed them out.

   This was life for James and Jessica.  James was appreciative enough of
his mom not to let it get simply routine.  He thought that he would die if
things changed, if they had to go back to the way they were before.  That
seemed so far away now, so long ago.  Every time he fucked her, he
remembered how lucky he was, and how it had been before, when he had loved
her from a distance.

   James texted with Marissa every day without fail, and spoke to her on
the phone almost every day also, careful not to run over his minutes.  He
did some math, and decided he could talk to her six minutes a day, and he
tried to.  She was still at the nudist camp, of course, and she claimed to
miss him horribly.  He did miss her, although sometimes the lack of
complications was pleasant.  Marissa always had to ask about his mom,
things like was he still servicing her, and did he enjoy it too much, and
so on.  Stuff like that.  James tried to be patient with her, knowing that
she was just simply jealous.  He was jealous of her a little bit, that she
was getting to spend the summer at the camp.  Must be nice.





   The next Friday night, the three of them went to a fancy restaurant. 
Jessica wore a slinky, low-cut dress, almost a miniskirt, elegant, but
revealing.  The boys both wore suits.  James let Robert borrow one of his.
They felt pretty upper-crust, and tried to comport themselves with dignity,
and they were both desperately proud of Jessica and how she looked, and
acted.  She knew she was a fox, she didn't have to act that out, she and
they knew that almost every man in place, even a few of the gay ones,
couldn't keep their eyes off her.  She was just herself, and people thought
that was sexy.  Weird, sometimes.

   She was proud of the boys, and loved them dearly.  Tonight was Robert's
night.  What special thing could she think up.  Don't worry, something will
come.  They left the restaurant at last, and drove around town as the sun
set.  Summer was over half over.  She pointed that out, and a pall settled
over the boys.  Come on, she said, lighten up, we still have lots of time.
And so what when school starts?  Nothing will change.

   They stopped at a park, and all three took their shoes off.  James was
amused.  At the nudist camp, he was naked, except for shoes.  Here, he was
fully clothed, with no shoes.  Crazy.  They walked down the pathway,
Jessica holding each boy by the hand.  James and Robert were both bursting
with pride at her sexiness.  They wanted to announce to everyone they met,
"Hey, look at this!  I'm getting some of this!" But of course they kept
their mouths shut.  James almost felt like, from the looks of some of the
men that passed them, that they knew exactly what was going on.  Was it
that obvious?

   It was almost completely dark.  They passed a football field.  James and
Jessica looked at each other and snickered.  She led them out to the center
of the field, right on the fifty yard line.  She sat, drawing them down
beside her.  The night settled in.  Crickets and other things chirped and
made night noises.  Dogs barked far away.  It was a moonless night.  Dark.

   "James." She spoke.  He copied her scooby-doo noise of assent.  "James,
please keep watch.  Robert and I are going to fuck.  Then you and I can do
it.  Okay?"

   He laughed softly.  She was too much.  He stood, and looked about. 
Nobody in sight.  He looked down at the two of them.  Robert already had
his slacks off, and was folding them.

   "Go for it, you two." For the next hour he looked around, walked around,
and occasionally watched dim wiggling shapes as Robert and Jessica fucked.
They fucked for a long time, in the traditional fuck position, finally
getting a little adventurous and doing it doggie style.  Jessica came,
loudly, not seeming to care, and James winced and stared around.  Luckily,
no one was close.  The path was pretty far away, thank goodness.

   They finally finished, and lay exhausted.  Jessica was naked, having
stripped her dress off, and Robert just had a t-shirt on.  James let them
rest for a while, let the sweat evaporate from their bodies.  Finally she
was ready for him.

   "Come on darling, let's do it." He dropped his pants, as Robert slid his
pair on.  Robert took over guard duty, as James slid his hard cock into
Jessica's slippery cunt.  Away they fucked, stopping once as some kids
walked nearby, hunkering down, trying to be invisible in the darkness.  It
must have worked.  They continued.  Robert afforded them a little privacy,
walking off a distance, and James finally came, puffing like a steam
engine, feeling cool sweat on his back and buttocks.

   They walked back to the car in amiable silence, and it wasn't until they
got home that they noticed Jessica had put her dress back on inside out.





   Chapter 8 : Kat & Alice





   Kat lived with her mother Alice, in what they both realized was the poor
side of town.  Alice struggled to keep them at a decent standard of living.
Kat was really all she had in the world, and Alice did love her dearly, if
not a little absent-mindedly at times.  Alice had bad luck with men, her
last boyfriend had slapped her around more than even she could tolerate,
and she didn't want Kat growing up thinking that was normal.  Kat did think
a lot of weird things were normal, probably, Alice thought, but she tried
her best.  It's just that her best wasn't always good enough.

   Having Jessica and James to watch the girl had really helped out last
spring, and it did this summer, too.  Kat seemed to love it over there, for
some reason.  Not surprising, Jessica had a nice place.  Jessica had it
all, Alice sometimes thought enviously, brains and beauty...  she wondered
at times why Jessica didn't have a man...  her last had been years ago. 
Dean.  What a jerk.  Alice knew Dean had a big dick.  He'd showed it too
her, several times.  He had a woman like Jessica, and all he could do was
show his dick off and try and cheat on her.  He tried with every woman he
came in contact with.  He knew that a big dick opened doors.  He had tried
with Alice, but she rebuffed him.  Well, she did jack him off at the lake
once, just to touch his marvelous monster, but she didn't really consider
than "having sex" with him.  She didn't feel like she was unfaithful to
Jessica for that.  She knew that Jessica had loved him and missed him, but
she just needed to get over him and move on.  Jeezus, it'd been like ten
years or so.

   Alice had a crappy job, that didn't pay enough.  But somehow, they
survived.  Her happinesses were few and far between, but she got by.  This
was life.



   One night, as she tossed and turned in her bed, worrying about tomorrow,
or next week-- just worrying, really, she heard a noise at the door.  It
was Kat, standing there in the darkness in her little nightgown.

   "Mom...  I heard something..."

   Alice threw the sheet back, not wanting to get out of bed.

   "Crawl in darling.  Don't worry about it, probably just some kids."

   Kat approached through the darkness, and crawled in beside Alice.  Her
forearm brushed Alice's naked breast, and Alice shivered.

   "Mom...  you're...  naked..." Kat said slowly.

   "Yes, darling, I sleep naked often, since it's so hot in this house."

   "Mom...  can I, too?"

   Jeezus.  "Sure, darling.  I don't care."

   Kat pulled her nightgown over her head, and yanked off her panties.  She
liked being naked, especially after all the stuff she did with James and
Robert.  Being naked felt sexy to her, and even at age nine she had a
pretty good idea what sexy was, and felt like.  This was sexy.

   Kat hadn't slept with her mom in years, it seemed like, but she began to
make a regular habit of it.  They both slept in the nude, now, all the
time. The house was hot at night, until well into the morning.

   One night, after Kat had came and crawled into Alice's bed, the girl lay
awake for some time.  She turned to her mom, who was lightly snoring,
laying on her side.  Alice's breasts, not bad breasts at all, too, Alice's
breasts shone palely in the dim light.  Kat remembered something she'd seen
at her aunts house, a woman friend of her aunt's had been there with a
baby, and the woman breast-fed the child.  Right there in front of
everybody.  Kat had been fascinated, and secretly wanted a taste of the
milk herself.  She liked milk.  Surely milk from a mother would be good
milk.

   She lay there, and stared at her mother's tits.  Did every woman make
milk?  Was it just waiting there, to be sucked out?  Almost without thought
Kat moved closer to her mom's breasts, watching her mom, gauging her amount
of steepness.  She slowly leaned forward, and put her soft lips around a
nipple.  It felt good, natural.  She sucked slowly, but to her
disappointment nothing came out.  Still, it was fun.  She sucked for a
while, and then changed nipples.  This one was harder to get to.  After a
while she stopped, and lay back down.  Her mom snored away.  Cool.





   A week later, Kat did it again.  She was secretly enjoying it, it did
feel a bit naughty, because she knew that tits were usually part of having
sex and so on.  She wished she had tits, and hoped that someday she would
have nice ones like her mom.  Her mom had walked around the house naked for
several minutes tonight, before bedtime, and Kat herself had wasted no time
getting naked.  Her mom still looked fairly good, Kat didn't realize that
of course, she didn't think in terms of that yet, at her age.  Alice had
full breasts, that tapered down into fine puffy nipples.  Her butt wasn't
bad, either.  Kat wondered if she should tell her mom some of James's
stories about the nude camp, but didn't.  Maybe later.  She had thought
several times about what her mom might think if she found about her playing
around with James and Robert, and decided it would probably be best just to
keep her mouth shut about that deal.  She didn't want to do anything that
might result in her not being allowed to go over there anymore.

   This time she lay for a long time, sucking, and her mom's nipple seemed
to harden, as she sucked.  She sucked pretty hard, not wanting to wake her
mom, but loving the feeling of the big hard nipple in her mouth.  This is
why babies like it, she thought, well, that, and the milk.  Milk would be
nice, right about now, cool yummy milk.  She didn't realize that it would
be body temperature.

   After a few more minutes of sucking she stopped, and went to sleep. 
Alice slowly opened her eyes.  What had just happened, there?  She had
awoke from a dream, a nice dream of sun-bronzed young men, islands and
sailing ships...  Some beautiful guy was sucking on her titty, and she woke
up to feel Kat moving away from her, and wetness on her nipple.  Had Kat
been sucking on her?  As weird as it seemed to Alice, it turned her on. 
She felt her pussy getting wet.  How long had it been since somebody sucked
on her nipples, anyway?  Well, next time Kat came to her bed she'd stay
awake, and get to the bottom of this.  She certainly didn't want it to get
out of hand.  A few seconds later, she, too was fast asleep.





   The next time Kat came to her bed, Alice managed to stay awake for
thirty seconds or so.  But she did wake up with the pressure of Kat's mouth
on her breast.

   "Katherine Louse, what are you doing?" Alice said, her whole body tense.
Kat giggled.

   "Sorry, mom, just getting a drink."

   "You'll be drinking nothing from those dry teats, young lady..." She
wondered what to do from here.  Kat didn't seem to be fazed in the
slightest.  Alice could feel the girls hot breath on her drying nipple.

   "Darling, little girls aren't supposed to suck on their mommy's titties.
Well, little bitty babies can, but not big girls.  It's just not right."

   "I know...  but it's fun...  and they taste good..." Actually, there was
no taste other than a faint sweaty impression, but Kat thought that was
good.

   "Well, darling, stop it.  Let's go to sleep."

   That was it.  They went to sleep.  But next time Kat came to her bed,
Alice knew that she had done it again.  She woke up, and her tits just felt
sucked on.  She knew Kat was still doing it.  Oddly, it bothered her way
less than she thought it would.





   That night, Kat just came and crawled in bed with her at bedtime.  Alice
hadn't wanted to make a habit of this, either, but now it just didn't seem
to matter to her.  She enjoyed Kat's company.  They talked and giggled and
finally Alice nodded off, to wake with Kat's lips around her nipple.  She
sighed, and reached down and pulled the girl close, hugging her, loving
her. Kat was a sexy little thing, Alice thought, if you could say that
about a kid.  Someday she was going to make some young man very happy. 
Hmmm, though, she was sucking on a nipple though...  what if she was gay?
What if this turned her gay.  Alice was no idiot.  She knew that this was
just probably harmless childhood play.  Or something.  She hoped, at least.

   She turned, and pulled Kat up on top of her body.  She spread her legs,
and Kat dropped down in between them, her stomach resting on Alice's hairy
pussy.  That felt good, Alice thought idly.  She made tentative plans to
masturbate later, after Kat went to sleep.  If Kat went to sleep.  Kat was
now sucking all the more energetically on her mothers nipple, slurping the
hard flesh, even rubbing it with her teeth like what Alice liked her men to
do.

   "Kat, darling, isn't that about enough already." Alice said dreamily,
although she loved the sensations from her breast.

   "Mmmmph." Said Kat, her mouth full.  Then she pulled away.  "Mom.  Will
you show me what that feels like?"

   Alice was puzzled.  "What do you mean, dear?"

   "Will you suck on mine for me?"

   Oh lord.  This is what it leads to.  Jeezus.  Alice sighed, and started
thinking of all the arguments against it.  Why a mother shouldn't suck on
her daughter's cute little nipple.  She tried, but she couldn't really come
up with anything good.  Shoot.

   "Okay, lay down, darling." Kat lay back, pleased.  Alice sat up, and
leaned over the girl.  Kat's nipple was so tiny and flat that Alice
couldn't see it in the dark, she just trusted her lips would know it when
they found it.  She was right, and she felt the tiny little bump.  The girl
was hard!  The teeny tiny nipple, no bigger than the tip of a dull pencil,
was hard.  Amazing.  Alice sucked gently, and rubbed it with her tongue. 
She teased and slurped, actually kind of having fun.  Weird.  Shit, she
thought, I could probably go to jail for this.  But, what the hell, it's
fun.  Naughty fun.

   Kat had enough, fairly quickly.  Her nipples weren't developed enough
for her to get much pleasure from the experience.  They lay for a while,
and then Kat dropped her lips back down to her mom's nipple.

   "Darling..." Alice laughed nervously.  What was this girl's obsession
with sucking on her nipples?

   "Mmmmph..." Said Kat.

   Alice just lay there, and let her.  The night noises faded and she
snoozed, waking with a start.  Something felt good, so good.  Her pussy. 
Her pussy felt good.  Jeezus!  Her pussy!

   Kat was nestled down between her legs, licking on her pussy. 
Instinctively, or maybe because she was female and had one too, she seemed
to be concentrating on Alice's clit.  Alice grabbed her and pulled her up
even with her face.  She smelled her own pussy on Kat's breath.

   "Darling, whatever in the hell are you doing?"

   "Just licking you, mom.  Din't it feel good?"

   "Yes, dear...  listen...  this has gone far enough...  way too far..."
Alice didn't know what to say after that.  She just hugged Kat to her. 
Lord.  She didn't want to allow the child to corrupt herself.  She sure
didn't want the blame for it.  And the girl had seemed to do it, to do all
this so naturally.  What was it with her?  Was she raising a little sex
maniac?

   "Darling, family members just don't do stuff like that with each other."

   Kat seemed kind of pouty.  Before she could help herself she opened her
mouth, and said "James and his mom do."

   Alice was silent.  This was interesting.  Very interesting.

   "James does what, darling?"

   Kat realized, too late, she had crossed the line.  She was sorry she had
said anything.  She clammed up.  For the next ten minutes, Alice coaxed,
cajoled, whined, threatened and pleaded with Kat.  Finally, after a sincere
promise not to tell anyone, James especially, and to still allow Kat to go
over there whenever, Kat relented, and told Alice some of the truth.

   "James and his mom do sex stuff."

   "Oh really.  Like?"

   "Like, what?"

   "Exactly, like what?  What do they do."

   "Well...  I've never seen it, but he has pictures of her, naked
pictures...  I don't know how, really." Kat actually had a pretty good
idea, but she didn't want to give away to her mom that she, James and
Robert had been experimenting with "sex stuff".  She tried to be very
careful about what she was saying.

   "James?  James has nudie pics of his mom?  He's showed them to you?"

   "Well...  it was kind of an accident...  they were looking and I came up
behind them for a while..." A little white lie would hurt nothing, she
decided.

   "Oh really.  How very very interesting.  And how do you know that they
have sex?"

   "I heard them talking."

   "Them?  Who is them?  James and Jessica?"

   "No, James and Robert.  I heard them talking about it, James telling
him."

   "Well, well.  So Jessica does have a man." She said that without
believing it.  It was ridiculous.

   "Mom...  don't ask me how I know this, it was an accident, too... 
James's weenie is this long." Kat held her hands out to what she imagined
was about the length of James's dick.  She bit her lip, having no idea why
she thought she should tell her mom that.

   "My, my." Alice acted impressed, though the dimensions that Kat
indicated were clearly ridiculous.  "You certainly seem to have a lot of
accidents, dear."

   "I know...  I'm sorry..."

   "Don't be sorry, darling...  thank you for telling me this..."

   "Mom...  you promised you wouldn't tell...  please don't get me in
trouble with James, I like James a lot...  I don't want him mad at me..."

   "I won't dear...  I promised, and I'll keep that promise..." She would
try to, but damn.  The talk of James having sex with his own mother was, of
course, ridiculous.  That just didn't happen.  It was too scandalous to
even consider.  But James had naked pictures of her?  Really?  Alice
wondered if maybe he had found some pics that an old boyfriend had taken or
something.  She remembered something, something from long ago about Jessica
and Dean and a nudist colony...  maybe he had found some pictures from
that. This was very interesting, in any case.  And, he had a big dick... 
Dean had had a big dick, too, and James was Dean's natural son...  That
part of Kat's story matched up with the reality in Alice's mind.  And
disturbed her a little.  She could see how a larger than normal penis might
look like a foot long to a little girl.  Then again, Dean's dick had
probably been close to a foot long, when hard.  How had Kat seen James's
dick anyway, and had it been hard?

   And, actually.  A seed was planted.  James and Jessica...  he wasn't
really her son, and wasn't related to her in any way.  No one in the
family, Jessica included, ever knew who James's real mother was.  Dean had
just showed up one day, with James in tow, in his poorly-acted role as
Jessica's boyfriend.  When Dean had finally disappeared, he had left James
with her, and Jessica took over full time what she had been doing part
time, being his mother.  Alice respected Jessica for doing that, for taking
on a kid that wasn't even hers.  If there was something between the two of
them, years later, when James was more or less grown, so what?  She knew,
at least, what society would think of it.

   She wondered for a moment if she should still let Kat go over there so
much.  It sounded like James was a bit lax in his computer and conversation
habits, to let a young impressionable child like Kat find out so much about
him, much less see his dick.  Alice wasn't worried too much, still, she
figured that the truth was probably a lot less interesting than it sounded
like so far.

   "Darling..." She said at last, though, wondering about something.  "When
you saw James's weenie, which is..." She held her hands out to a ridiculous
length, "this long...  Was is sticking out, or hanging down?"

   Kat was silent a long time.  She squirmed uncomfortably.  Finally she
said, "It was sticking out, but mom, remember you promised, you can't tell
I told..."

   Well, that was really interesting.  That topped it all.  Kat had seen
James with an erection?  How was this an "accident"?  She pressed Kat for
more information, but Kat clammed up.  They lay together, and Alice held
her daughter tightly, wanting to keep her a little girl even longer.  How
fast they grow up, she thought.  She had almost forgotten that this little
girl had been licking her pussy a few minutes ago.

   "Robert's, too." Said Kat, then winced and bit her lip again.

   "Robert's too what?" Said Alice.

   Kat thought for a minute.  Her and her big mouth.

   "Robert's weenie is that big, too."

   "Kat...  Katherine...  darling...  what exactly have you gotten into,
over there?  Why is this all coming out, now?  Do I need to stop letting
you stay with James?  You've made me very worried..."

   Kat burst into tears.  The next few minutes were spent comforting her,
and trying to figure out where to go next with this.  When Kat finally
stopped crying, Alice continued.

   "Darling, little girls don't look at boy's weenies.  They don't know how
long they are.  It's just not polite.  Thank you for telling me, but you
mustn't tell anyone else that you've seen these things.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes." Kat hiccuped.

   "You can still go over there, but mind your manners.  Don't sneak up
behind people.  Announce your presence somehow, when you enter a room.  And
if sex stuff starts up, if people want to show you parts of their body or
something, you can just leave.  Or say no, you can always say no.  If you
are uncomfortable, just say no."

   The only thing Kat had been uncomfortable with lately was telling her
mom the truth.  But she nodded soberly.

   "Okay, mom.  Thank you.  You can go back to sleep now."

   Alice laughed.

   "Mom.  How did it feel?"

   "How did what feel?"

   "When I was licking you..."

   Jeezus.  Just when I thought...  Alice thought.  This girl.  Something
definitely was up with this girl.  Somebody has exposed her to something...

   "I just wanted you to feel good, mom.  That's why I did it."

   "Oh, darling, there, there...  thank you...  yes, it felt wonderful..."
Alice could hardly believe her own words.  Here she was, fervently thanking
her daughter for licking her clit.  Jeezus.  How had this started again?

   "Mom...  if it feels so good...  would you do it to me?  Please?  I did
it for you..."

   Sigh.  Damn.  Double damn.  Well, miss smarty-pants, Alice thought, what
are you gonna do now?  Disappoint your daughter, or lick her little pussy?





   The reality of it totally set in when, after just a few minutes of light
licking, Kat had an orgasm.  Alice just stopped and regarded her daughter
with astonished eyes.  The young girl was panting, hiccuping and breathing
deeply, her hands buried in the bedclothes, her legs locked and twitching.
Goose flesh covered her, Alice had felt it on her cheek.

   My god, forgive me, she thought, I have just given my daughter her first
orgasm.  She felt like crying and laughing at the same time.  It was almost
cute the way that Kat had come.  Alice was almost envious of her, she
hadn't come that intensely in forever.  Kat opened her eyes and smiled
weakly at her mother.

   "Mom...  that was great...  thank you mom...  I love you so much..."

   Alice choked back tears, almost.  What was she doing to this girl?  What
was this little girl going to become, because of her actions?  And why was
she so turned on?  Her pussy was literally dripping, and she had an itch
that she only knew one way to scratch.  What the hell was going on.  She
wrapped her arms around her daughter and hugged her tightly, and they both
finally drifted off to sleep, Kat in the glow of a wonderful orgasm.  Gee
whiz, Kat thought.  I'm getting good at this.  Hee hee.





   The next few days passed without incident.  Kat spent the day with James
and Robert, and she finally believed that her mom had kept her mouth shut,
since nothing changed.  She resolved to do a little better herself in the
shut mouth department.  She didn't want anything to screw up her fun.  When
she, James and Robert played around that day she came and came, and went
home exhausted and almost sore.  It had been fun.  That night she woke up,
feeling horny without knowing the word, even.  She stalked into her
mother's room, and crawled up into her mom's bed.  Her mother was so sound
asleep that even that didn't wake her.  Kat burrowed beneath the sheet, and
spread her mom's leg out, so she could get into her crotch.  She buried her
face in her mom's pussy, tasting sweat and her mom's spicy tang.  She liked
the taste.  To her, it tasted like sex.  She began to lick her mom's clit.

   Alice sleepily came to as the beginnings of an orgasm began to grip her.
She knew instantly what was going on, and she had every intention of
stopping Kat, but it had been so long...  she decided just to ride this one
out, then stop the girl...

   She relaxed what she liked relaxed, and tensed up what she liked tensed
up, and let herself float away.  When the orgasm came it was hard and
sharp, her knees locked and her arms flopped, and she tilted back her head
until her neck muscles hurt, and came.  Damn, she came.  She had a good
come, a damn good one.  Damn but the girl was good.  Right on the clit,
Jeezus.  Right on the clit.

   Alice finally came back to her normal mind.  Well, not too normal,
normally she would have totally freaked out at her daughter mouthing her to
orgasm.  She reached down and pulled Kat up even with her, and hugged her.

   "Thank you darling, thank you...  that was a good one...  it's been a
long time..."

   "You're welcome, mom..." They lay comfortably for a while, Alice basking
in the glow of her orgasm, and love for her daughter.  How had it come to
this.  Where was it going to go from this?  She didn't know, or, at the
moment, care.

   Kat gave her a few minutes, then piped up.  "Mo-om.  You gotta do me
now!"




   

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