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Wilderness Trail
by Barb36D
It had been over 6 months since Donny and I, Rudy and Debbie had our
winter skiing getaway in the mountains (see `A Relatively Fun
Weekend').
Things had cooled between the four of us, mostly due to our various
schedules, kids, etc. Actually, I believe none of us was prepared to
take
the `open marriage' thing to the next level. I looked back on that
experience more as a singular circumstance of chance, fascinating
indeed,
but not life changing. The whole spouse-swapping lifestyle just simply
wasn't worth pursuing.
Nothing was said by any of us, but it became kind of an unwritten law
that
we wouldn't pair off with each other's spouse, if at all possible. Our
greater need was to preserve the lasting relationship between us and
our
families. We still saw each other on the rare occasion throughout the
past
6 months, but always in the context of family outings and holidays.
We planned an upcoming dual family outing for July. Donny and I and
our
19-year-old daughter, Meg were to join Rudy, Debbie and their two
younger
kids for a weekend of nature hiking and swimming. My brother's kids
and
our daughter always got along famously, so having Meg join us would be
like having a built-in babysitter for the weekend. All the
arrangements
and lodgings were finalized for the upcoming weekend, as the seven of
us
looked forward to a break in our summer routine. That was until we got
a
Tuesday night phone call.
"Well Babe, I'm afraid this weekend might be off," said Donny, hanging
up
the phone.
"What do you mean?" I worried.
"Just talked to Rudy; Debbie's Great Uncle passed away today in
Boston.
Even though she wasn't very close to him, her family expects her to
fly in
for the funeral," he said sadly.
"Dam, that's a shame! We were so looking forward to. oh well -stuff
happens," I shrugged. "What did you mean, MIGHT be off?" I wondered.
"Rudy mentioned that Debbie said we should just go ahead with our
plans
without her," Donny said.
"That's nice of her. I mean we DO have reservations and all. What do
you
think?" I asked.
"I guess, if Rudy and the kids are OK with it.hell yes, we might as
well
go ahead," Donny figured.
"Fine then; I'll call him back and tell him we're still ON!" I said,
with
renewed excitement.
Rudy and the kids were elated at our decision to go ahead with the
trip.
"So glad you guys decided to go. I think we would have felt guilty
about
leaving without Debbie, thanks Sis," Rudy said.
"As long as we have her blessing, we can't see any harm in going," I
added.
Working as a private contractor for a computer consulting company, my
husband's free time was at a premium lately. After two solid months
working with his current client, he was finally ready to get them up
and
running.
"I'm so ready to put this Hazelton thing to bed and get away this
weekend!" Exclaimed Donny.
"So, it's finally a done-deal? I know, you've spent a lot of extra
time
with them," I added.
"Yeah, there were a couple of tough nuts to crack in Accounting, but
everything should be ready by Friday," he said, with a sigh of relief.
Meg and I packed for warm weather, considering the recent heat wave. A
sophomore in college, Meg hardly needed my attention or advice
regarding
just about anything. So I was taken back, when she started discussing
her
latest boyfriend, Steve.
"He really likes me in this one," she said winking; holding up a tiny
white string bikini.
"Oh, I'm SURE he does, Meg -doesn't leave much for the imagination,
does
it?" I laughed.
"Come on Mom, I'm sure you wore stuff like this, when you were my
age,"
she suggested.
"Nothing quite THAT revealing!" I stated, trying to imagine her tight
petite frame in the skimpy suit.
Steve is Meg's latest, greatest summer suitor, whom her father and I
have
yet to meet. Since the two of them have been pretty much stuck like
glue
lately, I was somewhat surprised she found time to spend this weekend
with
us. I found out later, the young stud had previous plans for the
weekend.
"Here's a black bikini, Mom. It's too big for me, but I bet it would
fit
you," she said, handing me what looked like the remnants of a
handkerchief.
"Meg, you can't be serious. I've got worn out dish rags bigger than
that!"
I snickered.
"Oh come on Mom. Take it along. Dad would love to see you in that,"
she
spouted.
"Yeah. right!" I said, shaking my head and tucking it in my suitcase
to
appease her.
We finished the rest of our packing without incident. As was our
ritual,
we sprawled out on our king-size bed to relax and discuss the latest
the
latest gossip, etc. I was privileged to hear, yet one more time, what
a
great lover Steve was and the latest nonsense her sorority sisters
were up
to. Call it female bonding, whatever. We both cherished these stolen
moments; just being together and hanging out.
"Seeing how we've got to be up with the birds, we'd better get some
sleep,
Baby," I yawned and began to undress for bed.
Meg was plenty tired, but was slow to pull herself off to bed. She
continued chatting away, as I threw off my clothes and shimmied into a
nightgown. I could tell by her disjointed comments, she was past
tired.
"So Mom, did your friends ever make fun of your big boobs?" She asked
out
of nowhere.
"God, where did THAT come from?" I asked slipping under the covers.
"It's just that some of the girls give me a fair amount of grief about
mine," she admitted, gazing down at her 32C chest.
"Oh, those girls are just jealous, Baby," I quickly reasoned, trying
to
end the conversation and get some sleep.
"You're probably right. They've just been acting strange lately, you
know," she started.
"I'm sure that's all it is, Meg. Don't let them bother you. Now let's
get
some sleep. We've got to be on the road by 9:00 am," I prompted her.
As she slinked off to her bedroom, I could sense there was more she
wanted
to share. However, with a nice long weekend facing us, I was sure
there
would be plenty of time to discuss whatever it was. I slipped off to
sleep
and only lightly stirred when Donny slipped in next to me. Our blurry
digital clock read 4:00 am.
FRIDAY
"God Donny, what time did you get in last night?" I said, turning off
the
alarm.
"Geez, I don't know -3 o'clock I think," he mumbled and rolled over to
hide his eyes from the morning light.
"How about four? What's wrong; not that Hazelton thing?"
"Afraid so Babe. Some idiot accountant threw a wrench into everything
last
night. I don't see how we'll hit our deadline for transition, unless
we
work all weekend. Sorry Barb," he answered.
My heart sank. I knew he had to be pissed. I was pissed. Laying back
down
in disgust, I stared up at the ceiling and tried to reason a way to
make
our plans still work. A tear found its way down my cheek when Donny
rolled
over to face me.
"Listen you guys and the kids have waited and planned this trip for so
long. I think you should go ahead and have a good time," he said
softly
and wiped away my tear of despair.
"What, first Debbie and now you? I think the gods are trying to tell
us
something; don't you think?"
"Don't be silly. You guys go on and have a great time. No point in
destroying everybody's weekend, right?" He reasoned.
I agreed with him. Majority rules, I suppose. My spirits were
conditionally lifted, as I woke Meg and fixed breakfast. I called my
brother to let him know the change in plans, but there was no answer.
"They surely have left by now for the woods," I guessed.
"Come on Mom. Dad would want us to have a good time, right?" Asked
Meg,
loading the car.
"He did say exactly that, yes," I agreed.
It wasn't until we were on the interstate, that it finally dawned on
me
that Rudy and I would be alone, with the kids of course. I'll just
have to
make sure not to put myself in any compromising circumstances. Meg
carried
on a fairly one-sided conversation in the car.
Several hours and a pit stop later we arrived at the park and
recreation
area. Driving down by the beach to check things out, Rudy's kids came
running up to our car. They had been there for an hour or so. They
were
elated to see Meg and quickly invited her to join them for a swim.
"What's up with your Dad?" I asked, not seeing him.
"He said he would check in the hotel and then said something about
taking
a hike," answered Darin.
My brother's kids were hardly `kids' anymore. Rachel is 13 and Darin
12;
definitely old enough to be by themselves. I cautioned them to listen
to
Meg and headed for the hotel to check in. Considering the 93-degree
heat,
I sifted through my suitcase for something light to put on. I picked
out a
light white cotton blouse and jean shorts. As I laid them out I caught
sight of the black string bikini Meg insisted I bring. I smiled,
picked it
up and started to cast it aside, when I got a strange urge to try it
on.
Stripping out of my hot clothes, I wrapped the skimpy black top around
me
and tied it. I crammed my broad thighs into the matching thong and
took
stock of myself in a floor length mirror. I couldn't help but giggle
at
the sight of my 50-something body scrunched into swimwear meant for a
much
younger and less voluptuous woman. My big boobs virtually poured out
of
the bra top, while the French-cut thong revealed my every bulge and
age
line. I was still posing for the mirror, when a knock on the door
interrupted.
"You in there, Sis?" Asked my brother.
"Ah y-yeah -Rudy is that you? Just a second," I stuttered and
scrambled to
cover the ill-fitting ensemble.
I quickly buttoned up a white blouse and wiggled into my jeans.
"Hey, you guys made it, great!" He exclaimed, as I opened the door to
let
him in.
"Yeah well, Meg and I made it."
"What about Donny?"
"Oh, that goofy client of his pulled some lame-brain crap on him, so
he's
stuck with them all weekend."
"Dam, that's the shits," Rudy said, as his focus drifted from my eyes
to
do a quick scan of the rest of me.
"So, it's just the two of us then." he said and paused to consider the
obvious.
"And the kids!" I broke in.
"Yeah. the kids, of course. So Meg came along?" He asked taking his
mind
(at least temporarily) out of the gutter.
"She's swimming with Darin and Rachel," I said, tying the long
shirttails
around my middle.
"I was just headed out for a hike, if you want to join me?" He asked,
fiddling with the straps on his camera case.
"Sure, let me grab my camera," I answered and turned to dig through my
suitcase.
The two of us did have one thing in common -our love of photography. I
liked shooting wild flowers and foliage, while he was into landscapes
and
wildlife. When I couldn't locate the camera, I figured it must have
gotten
packed with Meg's stuff.
"I'll just use the bathroom a sec, OK?" I said and made a quick exit.
I reapplied some lipstick and powder, before taking one last look at
myself. That's when I saw what had Rudy's attention earlier; the black
top
of my so-called swimsuit was quite visible under my white cotton
blouse.
"Rudy, why didn't you say something? I can't go out this way!" I
yelled
from the bathroom.
"What way?"
"I'll have to change now."
"You look fine Barb. It's hotter than hell out there; people will just
think you're dressed for the beach. Beside, we'll loose the light, if
we
don't leave soon," he countered from the other room.
"Well, if you think so?"
"Don't be silly Sis, were in the middle of a resort. Everybody dresses
casual -come on, let's go!"
"Geez, what about the kids?" I said hurriedly.
"No problem. I left them a note back in our room and just finished
another
one for here," he said showing me the note.
The park offered a variety of wooded trails and soon we had hiked
about a
mile into one called "Wilderness Trail". The tall overgrown trees did
little to shade us from the oppressive heat and humidity. We finally
reached a rest area with decking and a picnic table.
"I sure could use some of that water Little Brother," I begged,
plopping
down on the seat, with sweat running down in a thin stream between my
tits.
"Dam straight! It's fucking hot!" He gasped, took a long swig from the
water bottle and handed it to me.
My hands were so sweaty the water bottle slipped through my grasp.
Luckily, Rudy grabbed it, before it hit the ground. However, the
resulting
back-splash of was enough to soak the front of my blouse and jeans.
"Oops, sorry Sis."
"It's not your fault," I said, flapping my blouse collar to dry it
out.
"Man, you're really drenched! Guess its good you wore that swimsuit
after
all," said Rudy, pulling his own sweat-filled polo shirt off for some
relief from the heat.
"It's not really my suit. Meg made me bring it along," I said, untying
my
blouse. "I just tried it on for fun; then you showed up before I could
change," I noted and took my blouse off to dry.
"I've missed you Barb. Seems like a year since we enjoyed that skiing
trip. What an incredible body you have!" He announced, as my jugs
threatened to tumble out of the tight restraints of what a teenager
might
refer to as a bra.
"I've missed seeing you guys too. But, it's actually only been six
months
and I don't think we should be discussing our bodies," I scolded him
politely, loosened my jean shorts and let them drop.
"Yeah right, we shouldn't be discussing bodies, with you looking like
THAT!" He said with extra sarcasm.
Looking down at my exposed lower half, I quickly tried to adjust the
thin
black thong to provide more coverage. It was impossible. I put my
hands on
my hips and issued a look of frustration when I heard the distinct
sound
of a camera click.
"HEY, cut it out!" I yelled abruptly, while my brother kept snapping
away.
"I never intended on being seen in something like this, never mind
having
my picture taken!"
"Oh come on Barb, nobody will see them but me. Besides you look so
sexy,"
he said, moving in a circle around me.
"What if somebody sees us?" I asked, turning slightly at an angle to
offer
a more traditional pose.
"Are you serious? Who would be crazy enough to go hiking in this
heat?" he
stated and took another shot of me.
"I suppose only crazy perverts like you," I said, looking down the
vacant
wooded path.
"So, it's perverted to want to take pictures of your sexy looking
sister?"
He asked from behind the camera.
"Probably."
"Then why are you posing like that for me? Maybe I'm not the only
pervert
here, hmm?" He said, snapping away.
"Maybe," I snickered and leaned back against the wood railing. "God,
but
it's hot!" I exclaimed, turned my face away, but proudly stuck out my
chest.
"Hmm, let's see. if I were a sexy pervert on such a hot day, in front
of a
camera, what would I do?" He said, as the bulge in his shorts became
increasingly obvious.
"Oh shut up and give me some more water," I said, not totally ignoring
his
implications.
The forest was incredibly quiet, except for the sounds of an
occasional
bird chirping, as he tossed me the water bottle. I leaned my head back
for
a nice long drink. Leaning back further, I let excess water tumble
from my
mouth, down my neck and over my barely covered chest. The camera
clicked
again and again. Finishing my drink, I looked Rudy directly in the
eyes
and tipped the bottle to completely saturate my top.
"Umm, that feels much better," I purred, lowered the bottle to my hips
and
poured a fair amount of water inside the top of my thong.
Being apart the past six months had put up an imaginary boundary
between
us; a wall that suddenly seemed well defined, as we watched each other
in
mutual states of arousal. I knew teasing him like this was wrong, but
something inside me wanted to play and pay a kind of a tribute to the
sweet sex we had shared last winter. Basically, I secretly loved the
power
I had over him.
"Ah see, now you've gone and got your suit wet. Guess you'll have to
hang
it out to dry too?" He suggested and unzipped his fly.
"It's a swimsuit, silly! Why would I need to take it off, just because
it
got wet?" I smiled, but reached behind my back and neck to untie the
bra
top. "So, what do you plan on doing with these pictures, anyway?" I
asked,
holding up the loosened bra straps.
"Well, since `having you' is apparently out of the question, I'll
probably
upload them to my computer and." he blushed. I let go of the straps
and
jiggled my big tits for him.
"And do what, Rudy?" I asked, prying my thumbs inside the thin edge of
my
thong. "Would you pull out that big cock of yours and play with it,
while
you looked at my pictures?" He nodded and clicked off another shot, as
I
slowly peeled the fabric down over my broad hips.
I delighted in viewing his reaction to my little strip show. By now
the
huge bulge in his shorts had grown to an obscene size and ached to get
out. I bent at the waist to pull down and step out of my thong.
"Too bad I can't watch you do that sometime; I'll bet it's quite a
sight!"
I said, striking all the expected poses.
"Perhaps you'd like a preview, Sis?" He asked, grabbing the swollen
outline of his monstrous tool.
"Ooh, you're naughty," I replied, as he unzipped his long fly and
brought
out his rigid beast.
His foot-long surprise seemed bigger and thicker than I remembered.
Rubbing my wet slick pussy, I took added joy in watching him
administer
long strokes to his manhood. The sight of my brother jacking his thick
rod
with one hand and trying to focus the camera on me with the other
would
have been comical, if it weren't for my increasing desire to feel it
inside me.
"My, my you ARE naughty. That big `ole thing needs to be spanked, for
being so naughty," I seethed and stepped closer to him.
His mammoth cock was every bit as thick as my forearm and about as
long.
My need to touch it was equally tempered with guilt, as I reached out
and
slapped it. When he didn't flinch, I slapped it again and again.
"Oh what a big naughty dick we have here," I said, took a seat on the
edge
of the picnic table and dragged him close to me by his belt. "Maybe
that's
not the correct way to reprimand such a naughty thing. Here, let's try
this," I said, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down.
His super hard boner stuck straight out and poked me in the chest.
Looking
up into his lusty eyes, I lowered my boobs to rest on either side of
his
hardon. I swayed my round, sweaty melons side to side until they
slapped
hard against it. Finally putting his camera down, he stepped in close
to
rest his hard cock securely in my cleavage.
"You know we shouldn't be doing this," I said, pressing the sides of
my
big boobs to surround his mega cock, while he titty-fucked me.
"I need to fuck you so bad, Sis," he said softly, as our perspiration
mixed to provide plenty of lubrication.
"We can't; you know that," I answered sadly and felt my ready pussy
start
to leak.
"Come on Barb. You can't tell me you don't want my cock in that hot
pussy
of yours," he said, edging his long fingers between my thighs.
"Oh, I want it. but," I started, when his fingers roughly parted my
lips.
"Oh God!" My body tensed, while his fingers probed my saturated hole.
Knowing his next move would likely involve fucking, I opted to get him
off
with a blowjob instead. Backing him up a step, I gathered both hands
around his pulsating pipe and leaned down to suck it. It's just as
well I
could only bend over so far, as I could only manage to get the swollen
purple head of his huge meat in my mouth. I knew he wanted more and he
knew my pussy could take it all.
As bad as we wanted each other, I couldn't get past the feelings of
guilt
that were sure to surface. This time I was sober; maybe that's the
difference. Whatever the reason, I couldn't bring myself to betray my
husband and his wife, and our families for that matter.
He tried more than a few times to gently force me to lie down, but I
only
sucked and stroked his cock harder. His grunts and moans were music to
my
ears, as I released one of my hands to massage his big balls. When his
thick meat started to throb I moaned and went back to jacking him with
both hands. For an instant I heard something rustle in the brush
behind
us, but didn't dare stop to check it out. His thick salty cum burst
into
my mouth.
"Oh Goddd! YEAH, that's it! SHITTT!" Rudy yelled, as more of his
creamy
white juice filled my mouth and trickled down my throat.
He must have been saving this load up for quite some time, I thought.
Still stroking his pole, I was rewarded with another hot load that my
mouth couldn't hold. I closed off my throat, for fear for drowning in
his
cum, while it poured from my mouth and covered my hands. Just then I
heard
another noise of someone or something moving in the forest. I turned
quickly to see what it was and asked Rudy if he had heard it. He, of
course, hadn't. A wave of paranoia swept over me at that moment and I
quickly cleaned up and dressed.
The sense of being watched stayed with me until we finally made our
way
back to the hotel. Rudy and I made plans to have a family dinner with
his
kids and Meg. I hurried off to our room for a quick shower.
"Is that you, Baby?" I yelled, hearing the steel door shut.
"Yeah Mom, just me," Meg returned.
"You guys have a good time at the beach?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, it was fun. How was your hot hike with Uncle Rudy?" She
asked.
"What do you mean?" I questioned her use of the adjective.
"Nothing. You left a note, remember? And was a hot afternoon, that's
all,"
she explained.
"Oh, it was fine. I mean, yeah it was really a scorcher out there.
Say, I
thought we'd join them for dinner, if that's OK with you, Meg?" I
asked
stepping into the shower.
"Sure," she answered and stayed in the bathroom to chat.
She must have described every hot boy on the beach at least twice,
when
the shower door opened.
"MEG! What are you doing?" I screamed and turned my back to her, only
after seeing she was nude.
"Oh Mom, don't be such a prude. I've seen you naked plenty of times. I
need a shower too and just thought you would scrub my back," she said
innocently enough.
"Yeah well, I don't its such a good idea. Beside, there barely enough
room
in here for my fat ass," I offered nervously surprised at her sudden
lack
of propriety.
"There's plenty of room for both of us. Give me the soap and I'll do
your
back," she said, running her hands down my arms. "God Mom, you'd think
I
was queer or something," she said taking the soap from my hand.
"Don't be silly. I know you're not gay," I said more relaxed, as she
bathed and scrubbed my back.
"Of course, I might be `bi'," she smirked and ran the soap bar in my
ass
crack.
"Whoa, easy there!" I yelled.
"Here, now you do mine," she asked and handed the soap back to me.
I turned around before she did and was treated to a glimpse of her
taunt,
tanned young body. Full, round tits without the slightest bit of sag
and a
trimmed little bush. Her perfect little ass, tight thighs and athletic
legs were void of a single blemish. As I scrubbed her back, she
started
rattling again.
"Mom, do you think Uncle Rudy has a. a big package?" She asked out of
the
blue.
"Meg, you amaze me. Whatever possesses you to come up with such
questions?" I asked, wary of what prompted her to think of such a
thing.
"I was just wondering, you know," she continued, "I'll bet he's a lot
bigger than Dad."
"And how would you know about Dad?" I shuddered.
"Oh, I've spied you two making out a few times," she admitted
nonchalantly.
"Oh really?" I reacted, trying not to act shocked (which I was).
"Yeah. I'd say Dad's thing is probably about the same size as Steve's.
Uncle Rudy has to have one twice as big as theirs," she stated and
nodded
her head.
Her estimation was quite accurate actually, but there's no way I could
let
her know that. She leaned back against my chest, reached down and
brought
my soapy hands up to her boobs.
"Honey, I realize you're a grown woman, but you probably shouldn't
verbalize such thoughts about your uncle, much less think them," I
said in
my motherly voice.
"Aren't you the least bit curious, Mom?" She asked, running my hands
over
her perfect tits and hard nipples.
"No! For God's sake Meg, he's my brother! Besides, I'm happily married
to
your father," I reminded her (and myself). "I think this shower is
done.
We need to get ready for dinner," I affirmed and pulled my hands away
from
her chest and swatted her bare bottom.
"Ever kissed another woman?" She asked blatantly, as we toweled off in
the
bathroom.
"Meg, where DO you come up with this stuff? I'm beginning to think
you're
over-sexed," I said, shaking my head.
"I just seem to have random thoughts and I need your feedback, Mom.
I'm
not organized like you," she pouted. "The girls at school give me
grief
about all sorts of things and I probably don't always say the right
things, ya know?"
"Meg, I don't want you to think you can't come to me about anything.
Now
what is it with these sorority girls anyway?" I asked with all the
sympathy I could muster.
"Well see, several girls are into `experimenting', ya know?" She
started,
somewhat relieved that I left the door open to discussing `anything.'
"Experimenting. with sex, you mean? I surmised.
"Yeah, it's like they're all these tall flat-chested girls. They tease
me
all the time about my figure and especially my boobs."
"I know the type, yeah. Like I said before, they're just jealous," I
reminded her.
"It's more than that. When they aren't together in a group, they want
to
see me naked and stuff," Meg said.
"So, the teasing part is a group activity?" I asked.
"Yeah. When we're one on one, it's more like they want to get friendly
-some of them, real friendly," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Have any of them tried to kiss you?"
"Sure, all the time. I don't mind that. I even kiss them back, if I
feel
like it."
"Why did you ask if I had ever kissed another woman -you already know
what
its like?" I asked.
"No Mom, I mean. kissing another girl. down there, ya know," she
blushed.
"OH, I see! Duh!" I exclaimed, suddenly realizing the advanced degree
of
her `experimenting'.
"Well Mom, have you ever?" She begged.
"I... I. I think you girls have too much spare time on your hands," I
said, avoiding her question.
"That's beside the point, you still haven't answered me," she said,
running her hand up my arm.
"Well, it's such a personal thing, Meg. Is this something you've been
considering doing?" I asked, trying to shift the ball back to her side
of
the court.
"Can I figure by your lack of direct response, that you have done it,
right?" She asked, as if I was on the witness stand.
I quickly weighed how important it was at that moment to be totally
honest
with her against the value of a traditional white lie. Unfortunately,
I
was one of those parents who regularly taught my kids to be truthful.
I
nodded. She smiled, with raised eyebrows.
"What? Surprised your ole' mom could ever do something so naughty, so
out
of character?"
"I never think of you as old; you know that!" She insisted and gave me
a
big hug. "So, give me all the juicy details."
"No way! It's enough that you know I did it, don't you think?" I
reckoned.
"No, I want to know what it's like."
"Why is that?"
"Because of Jeannie, this one really nice girl. We're in a few of the
same
classes and study together. Anyway, we just real hit it off from the
first. Then I found out she was `bi'. I told her I was straight and
everything, but she said she was attracted to me and kind of attacked
me
one night. One thing led to another and God I was so horny. I let her
go
down on me."
"I see, and she didn't expect you to return the favor?" I asked.
"Well yeah, but I didn't. I might have done it anyway, but I just
didn't.
I was afraid I wouldn't do it right or something, ya know," Meg
admitted.
"I suppose if you really wanted to, you wouldn't have let that stop
you,"
I guessed and finished dressing.
"You're right. Guess I'm not quite ready to go that far," Meg
suspected.
"We can talk about that later. We'd better get going. We're late, as
it
is," I said, checking my watch.
"OK, but there is something else I need to ask Uncle Rudy. Actually,
it's
a favor for Steve," she added.
"Hmm, considering the type of subjects we already shared, I'm almost
afraid to ask what HE wants," I laughed.
"Oh its no big deal, we'll talk about it later," she said.
"Thank God," I internalized.
Dinner with Rudy and his kids at the lodge was uneventful, as we
cooled
down from the heated afternoon. The five of us relaxed on a huge deck
that
surrounded the lodge. I caught up with what was going with Darin and
Rachel, while Meg and Rudy had their own discussion. From what I
overheard, Meg was relating her life at college. The sun had long set
on
the adjoining lake when we finally made our way back to our rooms. Meg
and
I said our `goodnights' to them and readied ourselves for bed.
"So, what did you and Uncle Rudy have to talk about?" I asked, as Meg
flopped down on my bed.
"Oh nothing special. You know he's such a good photographer; I just
asked
if he wouldn't mind taking some shots of me tomorrow," she said.
"Oh really. I don't know if that's such a great idea," I stated,
recalling
her earlier interest in the size of his `package."
"Don't be silly, Mom. I'm only having him do it for Steve," she said,
fluffing her long blonde hair.
"Steve? So, that's what Steve wants?" I asked, combing my hand through
her
silky locks.
"Sure, that's all. Steve mentioned he would like to have some pictures
of
me; you know how guys are. I just thought since Rudy is practically a
pro,
he could help me out," she shrugged and let her flimsy nightgown fall
off
one shoulder. "Don't you think I'm photogenic?" She said, throwing her
head back in a mocked sexy pose, which exposed her other bare
shoulder.
"Well, you just make sure you keep your clothes on; you're not a
little
girl anymore," I demanded.
"You finally noticed that Mom? Duh!" She laughed and let her loose
gown
fall to her elbows, which almost totally exposed her perfect C-size
boobs.
"Men will be men -even Uncles; you just watch yourself," I cautioned
her
and leaned over to pull her gown back up.
She quickly sat up to pull herself from my grasp and let the gown fall
down her arms. Now completely bare chested , she pulled her arms
through
the arm holes and kneeled to let it fall over her hips. Bending back
on
the bed, she slowly pulled the satiny gown from around her. Her
girlish
expression changed to one of mature lust, as she inserted one hand
inside
her thin panties. Secretly, I felt my own juices flow, watching her
erotic
display.
"Don't worry, I could never compete with these," she cooed and pulled
my
nightgown down to uncover my big jugs.
"Hey, watch it!" I said, trying to recover.
"I AM trying to watch them, if you would let me," she countered and
held
my arms to my side.
Still holding my arms, she leaned her sexy petite torso close and
kissed
my shoulders. A shiver went through me, as she worked her lips and
tongue
to my neck. Trying to pull away from her grasp, my arms escaped my
gown.
That was certainly not the direction I wanted things to go, but dam I
was
getting hot from her advances. After nibbling on my earlobe, she
brought
her lips within inches of mine.
"Meg, this is not funny," I panted, looking her eye-to-eye.
"I'm not laughing, Mom. You are a very desirable woman and I think we
should finish our earlier discussion now," she whispered, then kissed
my
lips softly.
I knew exactly which subject she meant to discuss, watching her eyes
close, as her tender kiss continued. Running her small hands up my
sides
to my chest, she lightly teased my lips with her tongue. Overwhelmed,
both
by her aggressiveness and my desire, I backed away for a split second.
She
was and will always be my daughter, but now she taken on every quality
of
a young vibrant sensual woman.
"All of the sudden I'm jealous of Jeannie," I purred and caressed her
thigh.
She saw my motherly expression change to that of a seductive female.
"No
need to be jealous," she answered and coyly moved my hand up her thigh
to
her crotch.
I gently leaned her back on the bed and slid her panties down. Her
soulful
moans filled the silence, as I kissed my way up her tummy to her
sizable
mounds. My tongue encircled the areola and my teeth tugged on her hard
nipple.
"Harder Barb. Suck them hard!" She prompted and pressed my head tight
against her young breast.
Like mother, like daughter, I smiled and complied with her wishes.
Soon I
had both of her tits sloppy wet and let my tongue inch down her flat
tummy. The anticipation of having her mother eat her out was too
intense;
she pushed my head down to her shaven pussy. Spreading her legs wide,
I
knelt over and tasted her luscious lips.
"OH GOD, that feels sooo fucking good!" She exclaimed, as I probed her
tight hole with my finger and generously lavished her tender lips with
mine.
Rolling my slick finger and tongue over her clit, I quickly took her
to
orgasm. I thought her screams of delight would surely awaken the
entire
hotel, but I continued fucking her to another lovely climax. She came
so
hard both times; I assumed the sweet thing would have to relax. Not
hardly; she was on fire.
"I've got to have you now, Mom!" She cried, pulling my head away.
No preliminaries here; she shoved me down flat on my back and spread
my
legs apart. Like a voracious cat in heat she dove down between my
legs.
There was nothing gentle in her approach, as she licked, chewed and
sucked
my wet pussy. I nearly hyperventilated, trying to keep up with her
accelerated pace.
"Baby. Meg Honey, slow down or I'll explode," I said between shortened
breaths.
She wouldn't relent and sunk two, then three fingers into my slippery
hole. My heels dug deep into the bed to raise my pelvis, when she
inserted
all four fingers. I felt my boobs against my chin and watched her hand
fuck me. When she teased my clit with her tongue I thought I would
pass
out from extreme pleasure.
"Jesus Christ! Oh God YES - YES!" I yelled, as she brought me to an
unbelievable orgasm.
"You sure you've never done this before?" I asked, slowly regaining my
senses.
"I just know what feels good to me, when Steve takes me. So, I was
pretty
good?" She said batting her eyes.
"Incredible! Perhaps a little fast for my old bones, but I caught up,"
I
smiled.
"I don't know about other women, but you taste delicious! I'm glad you
were my first, Mom," she added, putting her nightgown back on.
After a visit to the bathroom, she joined me in bed for a goodnight
kiss;
a kiss that took on a whole new meaning for both of us.
SATURDAY
A long peaceful night's sleep was just what the doctor ordered. I
finally
rolled out of the empty bed about 9:00, relaxed and horny as can be.
When
I didn't see a sign of Meg and didn't hear the shower running, I
assumed
she let me sleep in and went down for breakfast. After a cool shower
of my
own, I threw on a long robe and plugged in the in-room coffee maker.
That's when I spied a note on the dresser.
"Gone to do the photo thing with Uncle Rudy. Be back around noon. Love
ya,
Meg."
I still cringed at the idea of my daughter and my brother alone in the
woods, as I stared out at a full parking lot. My mind flitted between
seducing Rudy and being seduced by Meg. Either vision made me tingle
with
desire, as my fingers found their way through my opened robe. Standing
and
staring at the lot, my mind treated me to erotic scenes of both of
them.
My fingers parted my wet lips and I let the visions take me over.
I have no idea how long I stood at my second floor window and
masturbated
for the entire world to see. Sensing an impending orgasm, my eyes
refocused for a reality check. That's when I saw him. Standing there
below
my window was a handsome lad in a tank top and cutoffs.
"OH SHIT! What are you doing there?" I yelled into the pane of glass
that
separated us.
His bright eyes and huge smile were electric. He seemed to relish
catching
me in the middle of my self-pleasuring exercise. I covered up. He
smiled
again and blew me a kiss. God, was he ever fucking cute! Watching him
walk
toward the door, I let out a belated sigh and rejoined the real world.
After pouring a hot black cup of coffee I noticed a newspaper peaking
under the door. I opened the door to retrieve it and discovered a pair
of
sandals next to it. Looking up, it was him.
Not bothering to tie the sash, my robe fell completely open, as I
stood to
greet him. "Good morning there, enjoyed your show," he said with a
confident smile.
"Hi," I returned, brushing my hair back and gripping my robe's lapels.
At just under 6 foot, I imagined the dark-haired young man to be in
his
early twenties. He was in no hurry to ruin the moment, but glanced
back
and forth down the long hallway.
"You lost?" I asked, fumbling with the newspaper.
"Just looking for my girl friend," he said and caught a few loose
sections
of my paper, before they fell.
"Thanks," I blushed and mimicked his hallway glances. "What's she look
like, maybe I've seen her," I offered.
"She's kinda blonde, blue eyes, nice figure," he said, staring
straight
through me.
"Hmm, that could be a lot of girls. Hell, some might say I even fit
that
description!" I laughed and intentionally let my robe fall open.
"I believe I would agree with them. You more than fit that
description,"
he simmered, as his eyes settled on my exposed cleavage.
"That's sweet. Maybe we should call the front desk and see if they've
seen
her," I flirted and shoved my chest against his arm.
"Yeah, that would be great! Can I borrow your phone?" He asked and
entered
my room.
I locked the door, as he made his way to the bedside phone. His
muscular
frame and tight ass gave me a bad case of the hornies. Sitting across
from
him on the other bed, I crossed my legs and let the robe fall from my
shoulders, as he reached for the phone.
"Perhaps you can do me a favor?" I asked and unbuttoned his cutoffs.
He stood in stunned silence, as I pulled his pants and underwear down.
Holding his stiff, thick 7-inch cock, I leaned down and took it in my
mouth. I pushed his tank top up, while I continued sucking his young
manhood. He took the hint and removed it. With both of us naked, I
stopped
blowing him and leaned back on the bed.
"I. I'm not sure I should." he started, as I spread my legs and teased
my
wet pussy.
"Well I'm sure! Now, come here and fuck me," I directed, as he slid on
top
of me.
Lying on top, he caressed my boobs and tried to kiss me. I ignored his
feeble attempts at foreplay and reached for his dick.
"Yeah Baby, just put it in. Ooh YEAH!"
With one long stroke he sunk his entire erection in my slippery hole.
God,
it felt so good to finally have a hard cock in my pussy. I grabbed his
fine ass, as he pumped harder and harder into me. After several sweet
minutes of missionary, he rolled us over and let me ride him. His
pelvis
must have raised me up two feet off the bed. Grabbing my swinging
jugs, I
rode him to my first orgasm. I fell to his side, with his firm cock
still
embedded in my drenched pussy. Turning me under him, he began to ride
me
from behind.
"OH GOD YES!" I screamed, while he slammed his groin against my chunky
butt.
"Is THAT what you want, bitch!" He yelled and slapped my behind.
"Fuck YES! Come in my pussy - in my ass; I don't care. Just FUCK ME!"
"OK bitch, you asked for it!" He panted and whipped his meat out of my
pussy.
"Yeah, that's it. Fuck my ass," I implored, as he pressed his young
tool
into my asshole.
I briefly considered some kind of lubrication might be nice, until he
forced his thick meat in my hole. After several long pumps in my tight
hole, he clamped his nails into my hips and screamed.
"Jesus CHRIST, YESSS!" He belted out, as his throbbing pole exploded
inside me.
Now fully lubricated with his fresh cum, he doubled his strokes and
shot
another short load in my ass. As his stiff cock waned, I felt it flop
out.
Swiveling around on my knees, I grabbed the base of his flaccid tool
and
eagerly sucked him clean.
"Wow, look at the time! Thanks Sonny; that was sweet," I thanked him,
grabbed up my robe and waited at the door for him to dress.
"My name's not Sonny, it's.." he started, when I interrupted.
"Don't really want to know that. Just two ships passing, ya know," I
winked and smiled.
He was is in no condition to question the circumstance and was content
to
comply with my wishes. It was simply wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. I knew
it.
He knew it. One last lusty tongue-filled kiss at the door and my young
stranger was gone.
Another quick shower and thorough gargling and I was ready to dress
for
the afternoon. "God, what a perfectly desperate, horny old broad I
must
be," I sighed and applied my makeup.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
"So Mom, you ready for lunch?" Meg shouted brightly.
"Yeah, just finishing up, be out soon," I returned. "How was the photo
session?" I asked, with a tinge of concern.
"GREAT! I'm sure Steve will be impressed!" Meg overstated.
"So, let's see," I urged, hoping against hope the photos were at least
tasteful.
"Oh, we've got plenty of time to look at them later. I told Rudy, (I
mean)
Uncle Rudy we'd meet him for lunch at the bar," she said, hurriedly.
"And the kids?" I prompted.
"Yeah sure, the kids too -of course," she added, as an afterthought.
My brother and his kids had already picked out a table, by the time we
arrived. Rudy's two empty cocktail glasses told me they had been there
for
some time. When Rudy rose to his feet and helped both Meg and I to our
seats, I knew he'd had more than a few stiff drinks already.
"Don't you ladies look delicious?" He leered.
"Down boy," I muttered, while he shoved the seat under me.
Rudy's kids pretty much monopolized the table conversation, as I
watched
for any subtle interplay between Meg and my brother. Except for some
open
body language, hardly flirtatious, I didn't pick up on anything
special
going on between them. We were half-way through with our salads, when
Meg
let out a shriek.
"STEVEN! STEVE, he's here!" She hollered, dropped her fork and jumped
up
from the table.
We all turned toward the direction of her shouts. The back-lit
stranger
heading our way was no more than a shadow against the harsh sunlight
behind him. Even when Meg ran to his side and smothered him with
kisses,
it was impossible to make out his features.
"God Steve, what are you doing here? I thought you had a family
thing,"
Meg asked, as I smiled and shielded my eyes for a better look at him.
"Turns out Aunt Sally came down with the flu and we had to cancel. I
figured I'd just drive up and surprise you," he said, with an
uncomfortably familiar voice.
Meg and her unexpected boyfriend found their way around the table, as
my
heart plunged to my stomach. There was no doubt about it now, her
boyfriend Steve had been my casual lover not more than forty-five
minutes
ago.
"And, this is my Mom, Barb. Mom, this is Steve," Meg finally
introduced
us.
I nervously extended my sweaty hand and gazed into his knowing eyes.
"Nice to finally meet you, Mrs. `B'," he said, taking my hand.
"Hi S-Steve; what a surprise this is! Nice to meet you too," I
answered,
as his third finger drew tiny seductive circles on my palm. "But call
me
Barb," I said and slowly pulled my hand from his.
Needless to mention, but lunch for yours truly was an exercise in
total
frustration and embarrassment. The conversation shifted to our new
visitor
and his relationship with my daughter. Meg was quick to pull him aside
after we finished lunch. The two of them headed for the closest exit.
I
took a long sigh of temporary relief.
"You OK Sis?" Rudy asked observing my uptight behavior.
"Yeah, just some bad lettuce, or something," I lied and changed the
subject.
"He seems like a nice kid," Rudy commented.
"Yeah," my one-word reply. "So you have plans for this afternoon?" I
asked, trying to fight off the vision of Steve fucking me.
"Not really. The kids want to play some miniature golf," he submitted.
"That sounds like fun guys, can we play too?" I begged, focusing my
attention to Darin and Rachel.
"I guess so Aunt Barb," Rachel relented.
"Is that a problem?" Rudy asked them.
"It's just.well, we kind of like to hang around the other kids and
stuff."
"So, us old folks would cramp your style?" I asked Darin.
"Huh?" Darin uttered.
"Don't worry guys; I know its more fun without us, right?" I
suggested.
They both nodded and smiled.
"Well, guess us old folks will have to make our own fun," Rudy snidely
stated.
The kids soon took off to "hang out," while Rudy and I hung out in the
bar. After a few stiff rum and cokes, I started to relax and resign
myself
to the fact that I had to just ignore what had happened with Steve.
Rudy
primed the jukebox with about $10 worth of tunes. Obviously, Rudy was
feeling his oats and cajoled me into dancing with him. Several hours
flew
by and we were soon dancing to every song.
"Is this a closed party, or can anybody join?" Asked Meg from behind
me,
as my brother grabbed my ass on the dance floor.
"Sure come on in, the water's fine!" I replied and moved his hands up
to
my waist.
Meg spread her arms between Rudy and me and pulled him to dance with
her,
while Steve took me in his arms. Keeping a safe distance from him, we
watched Meg press her young torso against Rudy.
"Well this is unexpected delight," said Steve, trying to draw me
closer.
"What is?" I asked, ignoring his implications.
"Finding out the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"What does THAT mean?" I demanded, but let my boobs brush against his
chest.
"I mean, my girlfriend fucks almost as good as her mother," he
remarked
boldly.
"Oh really.. almost?"
"Of course, she doesn't suck cock near as good as you, but she'll
learn,"
he continued and brought his pelvis hard against me.
"And you are the right guy to teach her, of course?" I whispered and
pinched his tight ass.
"Maybe," he said and let his hand slide out of mine and up my arm.
The song ended and we joined Rudy and Meg at our table. Meg sat on
Steve's
lap and ground her butt into his hardon. She whispered something to
him
and they both laughed.
"That's kind of rude, Meg. What's the big secret?" I scolded.
"I just asked him if he enjoyed dancing with my mom, that's all," she
said
and wiggled her butt again.
"So what's the verdict?" I asked, taking another swig of my drink.
"See for yourself," she announced, jumped off of him and pointed to
his
growing boner.
"That's nice. But I hardly think that has anything to do with me," I
smirked.
"So Rudy, I have to commend you on your expertise with a camera. Those
are
great shots of Meg you took today!" Steve broke in.
"Thanks, not hard to do with such a beautiful and willing model," said
Rudy, downing another shot of tequila.
"And just when do you I get to view these wonderful photos?" I asked.
"The camera is still up in our room Mom, if you want to see them,"
said
Meg, taking my arm.
"Well then, shall we move this party up to your room then?" Asked
Rudy.
Steve, Meg and I headed to the elevator, while Rudy took care of
ordering
room service. Up in the room, Steve started to set up drinks for
everyone.
I mentioned to him that he and Meg weren't old enough to be drinking
with
us.
"That's interesting Barb. We seem to be old enough for other so-called
mature things," he smiled and shoved his hand inside Meg's top.
I ignored him, took a healthy swig of a fresh drink and reached for
the
digital camera. Setting the camera in playback mode, I started viewing
the
photos. The shots of Meg were nice casual bikini pix of her posing in
front of the same wood decking area on Wilderness Trail where Rudy and
I
had stopped yesterday.
"That's such a nice natural background, don't you think?" Asked Meg,
taking a sip from her mixed drink.
"Yes, that does offer some nice contrast," I answered and switched to
the
next photo.
The next shot was still a bust pose, but her bikini bra straps had
fallen
over her bare shoulders. Her face beamed in the next photo, as she
exposed
more of her ample chest. Clearing my throat, I had a feeling where
this
was going and reluctantly brought up the next shot. It was a
full-length
portrait of her braless and pulling her thong down around her hips.
"Rudy! What's this all about?" I yelled, clicking on the next sexy
shot of
her totally naked.
"Hey, don't get mad at me Sis! She said it was OK with you," he
claimed
reclining on my bed.
"I never said anything like that," I growled and clicked through three
subsequent shots, showing her in progressively more seductive poses.
"Here Mom, let me freshen up your drink. See, the guys seem to like
them,"
said Meg, grabbing the outline of Steve's expanding hardon.
"Humph," I scowled and let her take my glass.
As I sat on the bed and fumed, I turned to give Rudy a disapproving
sneer.
Glancing down at his crotch, it was plain for everyone to see how
turned
on he was too. Meg handed a new, more powerful rum and coke and lay
down
next to Steve across from us on the other bed.
"Actually Barb, she said she was inspired to do all of this, because
of
you!" Noted Rudy, rubbing my neck and shoulders.
"Oh really? And just what would ever give her THAT idea?" I pondered
and
sipped my super-charged drink.
"OK Mother, you asked for it," said Meg, grabbing for the other
digital
camera. "Well Steve, what do you think; aren't these "inspirational"?"
She
asked, showing him a slide show of shots taken of Rudy and me at the
same
Wilderness Trail site yesterday.
"HEY, where did THOSE come from?" I screamed and reached to retrieve
the
evidence.
"Not so fast there Mrs. B -I'd say these are quite inspirational!"
Laughed
Steve, jerking the camera away.
"I TOLD you I thought someone was watching us, dammit!" I yelled at
Rudy.
"Oh relax Sis. There's not much we can do about it now," Rudy said and
pulled my shoulders back to reline against him.
"SHIT!" I uttered and fell back next to him.
Steve knelt on the bed and slowly reviewed and critiqued each sordid
sex
scene, as Meg unzipped his pants.
"Well we certainly don't need to stay here and put up with this," I
told
Rudy, as Meg took Steve's fully erect cock into her mouth.
"Oh, I think you can deal with this, unless you think Daddy and Aunt
Debbie would like to see them," threatened Meg, withdrawing her
boyfriend's dick for a moment.
"'Fraid she's got us there, Sis," said Rudy, massaging my shoulders
again.
"Fucking blackmail! My own daughter pulling this shit. I can't believe
it."
"Oh you can believe it for sure, Mom. Now, quit your bitching and take
care of your brother there," she instructed and shoved Steve's thick
shaft
back in her mouth.
I quickly downed my drink and lay back against Rudy to take stock of
what
was at stake. I was fairly sure she wasn't aware of our previous
spouse-swapping escapade and I was glad for that. However, I didn't
need
to reopen another bag of problems, by having Donny and Debbie find out
Rudy and I had rekindled affections. I was at the mercy of my
daughter.
The only redeeming aspect was that she didn't seem upset about our
discretion. She certainly had reason to be, but she didn't display any
signs of being hurt or affected at all. Of course, I wasn't at all
sure
Steve hadn't told her about us.
Watching her lying there sucking her boyfriend's tool, while he
thumbed
through photos of me having sex was arousing. My drunken, horny
brother's
hands pulling up my blouse didn't help the situation. Turning around
between his long legs, I stared silently at his bulging shorts, as he
began unbuttoning my blouse. Taking one, last glance over at Meg with
her
mouth full of Steve's meat, I made my decision. My hands went to work
on
Rudy's pants. He pulled my blouse off, as I did away with his shorts
and
underwear.
Gripping his long, thick monster cock with both hands, I started
rhythmically jacking it from head to base. The drinks had taken their
toll
on him. Although huge by anybody's scale, his meat was far from being
fully erect. At this stage I would normally suck and deep throat him,
while I still could.
"Ain't it a bitch?" He asked, pulling my bra straps down.
"What's that?" I asked and leaned down to lick the oversized hood of
his
big tool.
"Having to put up with these kids," he said and unhooked my bra.
"They do grow up SO fast, don't they?" I smiled and took his cock head
in
my mouth.
"Yeah, but in such delectable ways," he whispered and fondled my big
tits,
as I took more of his semi-flaccid tool in my mouth.
I maneuvered my body around to be in a better position to deep throat
his
beast. Resting on my knees and leaning over gave Meg and Steve a
perfect
view of my ass, as I slowly sucked Rudy's cock into my throat. My
short
jean skirt rode up so high, I was sure they both could see the growing
wet
spot on my white panties. As I pumped and sucked my brother's
stiffening
muscle, I felt Meg's small hands running up my thighs.
"See how wet she is, Steve?" I heard her say, as she pulled my panties
down.
"That's it Mom, suck your brother's big fat cock. You're such a
fucking
slut," she said and spread my wet pussy lips apart. "She does have a
nice
pussy, for an old lady, I mean," she showed Steve.
"Very nice, but it looks so lonely, Baby," said Steve, slapping my
ass.
"Ooh yeah! Fill her up Steve. Fuck her slut pussy," she insisted.
Rudy's full erection began to take shape in my mouth, as I felt
Steve's
stiff rod penetrate my hot pussy. My moans filled the air, while my
daughter's boyfriend fucked me from behind with his familiar cock.
"Mmmmm, that's looks like such fun; mind if I share some of that big
ole
thing?" Meg cooed and licked around the base of her uncle's monster
cock.
"Suppose I'm really not in a position to object, am I?" I said,
circling
my tongue around his hard knob, as Steve plowed into me.
We both took turns licking and sucking his foot-long pole, while Meg
crawled up and straddled Rudy's face with her young, shaven pussy.
"Oh God, he knows how to eat pussy GOOD!" She declared, as Rudy's
tongue
lapped away at her tiny slit.
As wonderful it felt having Steve's young dick working my cunt, I
truly
craved having Rudy's super cock once again inside me. My melons
slapped
against Rudy's ready cock, as Steve fucked me harder and faster. I
felt my
orgasm peak and screamed, when Meg slithered off Rudy's face and lined
up
over him to fuck his mammoth rod.
"No, nnnnno, nnnnno," I mumbled between clenched teeth, while Steve's
cock
filled my pussy with his hot cum.
With my face inches away from her tiny pussy, I watched her spread to
take
in her uncle's meat. What I imagined to be totally impossible was
happening before my eyes. She screamed over and over again, as she
pried
her tight lips apart to take more of him inside. Her pussy was
stretched
to the max, with only about 50% of his long thick dong inside her. She
had
taken in all she could. Panting and shaking, she faced me, put her
fingertips on his legs and endeavored to ride him.
"GOD, it's too much, Mom. He's so fucking BIG!" Meg yelled, as Steve's
spent rod plopped out of my love hole.
"I know, Baby; way too big for most women," I said, inching my face
closer
to her impaled young pussy.
Laying flat on my stomach, I was able to lick Rudy's balls. Working my
tongue up his thick veined shaft, my tongue found its mark at her
slit. I
licked them both, until Meg finally exploded in a violent orgasm.
Steve, not wanting to be left out of the erotic action, stood on the
bed
and primed his flaccid dick. Meg immediately went to work sucking his
tool
and slowly uncoupled from Rudy. I turned over to get a better view of
my
daughter's expertise at cock-sucking and finger myself. My horny
brother
wasted little time and invited himself between my legs.
No words were necessary, as I spread my legs and wrapped them around
his
hips. Moving my fingers from my saturated pussy, I took hold of his
throbbing beast and ran it up and down my slippery slit. My lips
spread to
accept his wide bulbous head. As his massive cock sank deeper and
filled
my canal, I couldn't help but sense how wonderfully perfect it fit in
my
mature cunt. I was more than ready to take it all, as he powered his
meat
further and deeper inside me.
"Oh God Sis, you feel so fucking good," he whispered and pressed his
pelvis tight against mine.
The alcohol went straight to my brain, as I quietly prodded him to
fuck
me. In his super-aroused state, he hardly needed urging and starting
thrusting back and forth. Complimenting his forceful rhythmic strokes,
my
heavy melons rolled back and forth, like ocean waves.
"Jesus Christ, Steve, just look at these two!" Cried Meg, like she was
seeing two people go at each other for the first time.
"Really! Suppose there's something to be said for experience," Steve
observed.
The two kids were so caught up in our love making; they stopped their
own
and knelt at my head. Steve jacked his erect penis inches from my
face,
while Meg marveled at my ability to take Rudy's entire monster.
"Geez Mom, I'm IMPRESSED! Does it feel as good as it looks?" She
asked,
licking her lips.
"Mmmmmmm," was my sole response, as I focused on my brother's facial
expressions of pain and pleasure.
Meg leaned down and held my rolling tits still, occasionally licking
and
sucking my nipples. Letting go of Rudy's long arms, I ran my hands up
and
down her tanned torso and butt. When I prodded her ass, she brought
her
thighs on either side of my head. Rudy never skipped a stroke, as my
tongue found her silky slit.
Tonguing and sucking Meg's clit, I felt Rudy's cock start to pulsate
inside me. Gush after gush of warm cum coated my mature cunt and
brought
me to a fantastic orgasm. I returned the favor to Meg with a
tongue-fucking and felt Steve's cock enter her from behind. Rudy was
content to leave his spent organ in my pussy, as he leaned back and
watched Steve and I pleasure Meg's pussy. My unobstructed view from
under
Steve's luscious 8-inch meat thrusting in my daughter's wet hole was
too
delicious to pass up. I was in the perfect position to give his balls
an
occasional lick, which drove him crazy.
"Man, you guys are SO fucking hot!" Said Rudy, flexing his half-erect
rod
inside me.
I had to totally agree with his assessment. The sexual energy these
two
young beautiful bodies generated was more than enough to keep my
juices
flowing. My vaginal muscles tightened involuntarily around Rudy's
cock,
when I felt Meg's tongue teasing my stretched pussy lips. Meg and I
reacted and moved in unison to the rhythm of Steve's violent thrusts,
as
Rudy's monster slowly came back to life inside my worn pussy.
Steve's climax ended with a shower of fresh cum, leaking like an open
faucet from Meg's cunt. Erotic waves of orgasm swept over me, as their
juices bathed my face from above and my brother's huge hose filled my
pussy again with more of his love lotion.
The four of us crashed on the queen-sized bed. The booze and extreme
fucking had taken its toll on my old bones and I soon drifted off to
sleep. It must have been around 10:00 pm when I awoke to the sounds of
Meg
and Steve going at each other again. Rudy must have gone back to his
room
for the night, so it was just me left oozing streams of cum.
I crept off the edge, as Steve's forceful thrusts rocked the messy
bed.
Taking stock of my disheveled self in the bathroom, I opted for a
refreshing shower. I took my time to relax and reflect on how all of
this
would affect everyone. I generally wasn't one to keep secrets, however
I
may have to make an exception this time and keep this to myself.
Hopefully
the kids and my brother would do the same.
Meg's orgasm peaked as I returned to the room. Silently I crawled into
the
unused bed and tried to relax under the covers. I dozed off, listening
to
the two young lovers' kiss. I couldn't have been asleep move than
twenty
minutes when I felt the mattress give way. The covers came down and
someone yanked my nightgown up to my waist. My eyes shot open to the
sight
of Meg hovering over my face.
"Hi Mom, are you awake?"
"I am now!" I yelled, as two hands hoisted my legs up and forced them
to
my chest.
"Good, `cause Steve wants to fuck you again," she panted.
"And what if I don't." I started and felt his hard cock on my tender
pussy. "You know this is rape?" I struggled, as his dick entered me.
"It's only rape if you say "no"; go ahead and say it and I'll stop,"
said
Steve, shoving more inside me.
Unfortunately, Rudy had reamed my pussy out to the point that there
was
hardly any stopping Steve's cock from entering, even if I didn't want
him
to. The dark room filled with the sweet scent of Meg's perfume and the
pungent odor of sex. With the lingering taste of my daughter's juices
on
his lips, I took Steve's long tongue in my mouth, while his rigid tool
drilled me. Steve's primal grunts and Meg's moans were joined by a
third
voice I knew all too well. As the bed shook in every direction, I
realized
that my brother was pumping Meg from behind. My transition from
surprise
to utter erotic seduction was immeasurable.
Taking hold of Steve's head, I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His
hands
slipped down my arms to grab my tits. His cock firmly in my hole, his
pelvis rocked against me for ultimate penetration.
"FUCK ME! Oh GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I yelled, as my orgasm peaked.
My young stud did not disappoint me, as his body rolled and thrust
into my
mature cunt. I gasped for air when he pulled his face away. I was
willing
to let him ride me like this all night. Meg was apparently enjoying
her
"Rudy Ride" as much as I enjoyed her suitor.
"OH GGGGODDDDD!" She screamed, inches from my face.
I took her face in my hands and brought her open mouth to mine, as
Rudy
filled her girlish pussy with his too-big cock. Our wet kisses were
short-lived though. My brother's forceful thrusts with pushing her
petite
frame forward about a foot with each stroke. Now it was her breast I
tasted. I took as much of her ample tit in my mouth as I could and bit
down on her nipple, as Rudy sent a healthy dose of uncle-cum into her.
Her screams of ecstasy were deafening, as my brother unloaded inside
her.
With my legs still hiked up and Meg lying over my chest, I was
trapped.
Steve propped himself up against Meg and hard fucked me until he was
about
to cum. With the dead weight on top of me, there was little I could do
to
help him. So he helped himself to my exposed asshole. Whipping his
cock
from my saturated pussy, he wasted little time and slowly penetrated
my
rectum.
"YEAH BABY! YEAH that's it! Oooooooooh" I said, as he inched his hard
thick meat up my butt.
My extra-tight asshole provided all the friction he needed. After a
dozen
or so deep thrusts he exploded. The thought flashed through my head
that
had to be the first time I had a man fuck me twice up the ass in one
day!
I made a comment about being crushed, so we untangled the pretzel that
was
the three of us.
"You'd better take his to the bathroom Meg and get Steve cleaned up.
I'll
take care of Uncle Rudy here," I directed.
Meg gave me a knowing smile and took Steve by the hand off to the
bathroom. I leaned to the side of the bed and propped my head up. Rudy
stood quietly at the bed's edge, with his semi-flaccid cock glistening
with Meg's cum.
"So you like that tight young daughter of mine?" I asked taking hold
of
his cock.
He nodded, shyly.
"Well just don't plan on any repeat performances, OK?" I admonished
and
licked the head of his sleeping giant.
"OK, whatever you say," he agreed.
"And don't forget who knows what you need, right?" I said, between
licks.
"And who takes that big honking cock all the way, hmmmm?" Between
sucks.
"You do, Sis," he whispered.
"Who loves to deep-throat you and drink your sweet hot cum?" I said
and
took his thick fading erection all the way down my throat.
"OH GOD! YOU DO - YOU DO!" He shouted, as I cleaned his meat one last
time.