Subject: A Visit With My Mom (MF, FF, oral, group)
Diary Date: August 3, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
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This work is copyrighted �2011 to the author. It may be posted with the
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
After the divorce, my mom needed a fresh start so she moved out to Oregon to be
near her best friend Tammy. It had been ages since I'd seen her so you can
imagine how anxious I was when she offered an invitation. How had she been
handling life as a single woman again?
First, I have to say that during this past week with my mom I saw a side of her
that I never have before. Until now, she�s always been a mother and a wife and
even though I knew she had a bit of a wild side of her back in high school,
she�s always been relatively conservative, at least from my perspective. Well,
I don't know what else to say other than my mom is now an outright slut! You
know I mean that in a loving way, it's just I never saw her before in sexual
situations with people other than my dad and a few times with my Aunt Linda and
Uncle Jim. Sure there was my cousin Rick but that was just her having some fun,
nothing serious. My eyes were opened, that�s for sure!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 � The Pain of Divorce
Chapter 2 � I Finally Visit My Mom
Chapter 3 � A Night on the Town With My Mom
Chapter 4 � A Last Night With My Mom
Chapter 1 - The Pain of Divorce
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All my life I�d grown up in the most loving household any girl could ask. My
parent�s marriage was always something that I admired and hoped to model in my
own life. My mother was especially important when it came to teaching me ethics
and morals, always with careful consideration of our religious beliefs. Even
when it came to sex, she emphasize that while sex can be fun and fulfilling,
there are also lines that are never to be crossed. She emphasized the
importance of safe sex, being respectful of other people, and taught me the
duties of a proper daughter and wife when it came to sex.
My father didn�t so much talk to me about such things, leaving that to my
mother, but rather demonstrated by his own actions the role of a loving father
and husband. Even though he had desires for me much earlier, he respected my
mother�s wishes and waited until I was sixteen and determined for myself the
proper course of action before he had sex with me. While I know he has many
urges and desires that go beyond what I care to do, he never forced himself on
me or asked me to do anything that I didn�t want to do.
As husband and wife, I always thought that there was no marriage better than my
parents. Yes, they believed in incest but that was not just so they could have
sex with other people but more as a sign of their love for one another and
desire to bring their family closer together.
One thing my parents taught me early was that sex outside the family when you
are married is adultery, even if everyone is OK with it. As such they never
�swung� or had sex with other couples or individuals. I was convinced that when
I got married, I would model my marriage after theirs and like them, restrict my
sexual activities to my husband and family. That didn�t mean I couldn't suck
other dicks or flirt and such, but actual sex was sacred and not to be shared
once you were married.
One thing I also admired my mother was her love for my father and absolute faith
in him. She was never jealous when he would fuck her sister or me, not even
when he started doing my cousins. So long as it was just incest she was OK with
it. Unlike so many wives, she also never felt intimidated by his desire for
porn, even when it involved young girls. She was secure in her faith that he
loved her and that fantasy was just that - fantasy and not to be confused with
any lack of his desire for her.
So for 24 years, this was how I viewed my parents� marriage. I was convinced
they would always be happy together and that nothing could break the bond
between them.
Well, it just goes to show how you don�t always know the truth behind the
fa�ade. When my parents told me that they were going to split, it was like
someone dropped a nuclear bomb on my life. At first I was in total denial,
convinced that it couldn't be true. Then I went through a guilt phase,
convinced that somehow I hadn�t done enough as a daughter to please my father.
It actually took over a year before I came to terms with everything, partly
because I didn�t learn everything from the start.
Today I know the truth about my parent�s marriage. First and foremost, it was
NOT a fa�ade. My parents truly loved one another and I believe that deep down
they still do. It�s just that certain issues could never be resolved.
I don�t blame either of them as from my perspective they each had a hand in what
transpired. My mother�s interpretation of adultery was pretty strict which
didn�t help as my dad would have loved to be with other couples. It wasn't that
he wanted to go off on his own but rather he just wanted to share his wife whom
he was so proud of.
There was also my mother�s firm stance against him having sex with me until I
asked for it. When I was eight and saw my dad masturbating, my mother explained
sex to me and even had me hold my dad�s dick that night in our hot tub, stroking
him until he came. I know now that my dad wanted more, even if it was just to
have me suck him, but my mom refused. Personally, I don�t see what harm it
would have done because I would have done anything to please my father. As it
was, he had to wait eight years before I touched him again and during that time
he couldn't even be sure I EVER would ask. Who knows, maybe had she allowed him
to satisfy his urges with me then he wouldn�t have become so entrenched in child
porn.
Speaking of which, if there was any issue that drive them apart, it had to be my
dad�s ever-growing obsession with young girls. It seemed the older he got, the
younger he wanted them. Of course my mother saw to it that he never did anything
beyond watching porn and fanaticizing, but it surely didn't help that her sister
was also into young boys and my dad knew that she was involved with other
families where he could easily have safe with young girls as well. I don�t
really know who to �blame� more - my dad for being unable to control his urges
or my mom for refusing to allow him to act on them. Either way, it seemed to be
the straw that broke the back of their marriage camel.
My parent�s divorce hit me hard at a time in my life when other issues were
hitting me as well, including the breakup with my boyfriend Duane whom I had
assumed I would eventually marry until he hurt me horribly, almost ruining my
teaching career in the process. At the time I was still involved with my
website but I didn't want to deal with hundreds of people asking about the
divorce so I told people my mother had died, hoping that they would respect my
loss and not ask questions about her. It worked and I felt bad later for
deceiving people, but I think everyone understood once I was finally able to
explain the real situation.
In some ways it was almost like my mother HAD died. Soon afterwards she had
moved out to Oregon to be with her best friend Tammy. She stayed with Tammy for
the first few weeks but that started to get to be uncomfortable for everyone.
Having another woman in the house for a short time with a husband and two
teenage boys is one thing but for her to stay for any length of time is pushing
the envelope. Tammy's family is VERY straight and none of them know anything
about what she has done during her visits to Pittsburgh with me and my dad.
My mom had no desire to cause any problems for her best friend - she�d had
enough of her own at the time, so she found herself her own apartment where she
still lives today. As I saw later, it's REALLY nice though - my dad must be
paying BIG bucks in alimony!
My mom found a job at a local clinic that didn't pay much but she found the work
satisfying and she didn't have to work long hours at weird times of the day as
she did when she was a nurse at a hospital.
Chapter 2 � I Finally Visit My Mom
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For almost a year after the divorce I sort of lost touch with my mom as she
adapted to her new life. At first I resented it as I had come to grips with the
fact that it wasn't my fault yet it seemed I was the one being punished. Over
time we gradually got back together though e-mail, phone calls, and even a few
on-line chats and Skype. Eventually I talked my dad into financing a trip for
me to go out and visit her. As I said, I know my dad still loves my mom so he
didn�t want to hurt our relationship.
I had flown once before to Oregon to visit Tammy and her family with my mom but
that was one of the few times I�d traveled any great distance so I can�t say I
wasn�t nervous about the trip. The funny thing was that with all the sexy
stories and fantasies about sex on a plane, I didn�t even come close to getting
laid. Not that I didn�t think about it! In fact, I even dressed a little
slutty just in case the opportunity arose. I chose a nice pair of cutoffs that
didn�t show TOO much of my ass but plenty of leg. A tight cami under an
unbuttoned blouse was suggestive without being whorish. I even got a window
seat next to two guys traveling on business. They were both married and
traveling together. If anything, I think it was the fact that their buddy was
with them more so than being married that stymied anything. Sure they LOOKED a
lot, especially at my legs but nothing more happened, not even an �accidental�
brush against my boobs or legs.
So far as sex in the airplane toilet, I don�t how people do that! Damn, it was
almost too small to even fit me in it let alone having sex with someone. I have
to assume that the scenes in the movies use a fake room that is a lot bigger, or
maybe some planes have larger restrooms. In either case I had a pleasant trip
but beyond some suggestive conversation it was pretty tame.
My mom met me at the airport, shaking her head when she saw me.
�Looks like someone was trolling,� she teased me as we waited for my luggage. It
was a favorite term of hers to describe when I would dress up and go out looking
to get picked up. Well, she was the one who taught me so she should know!
We went straight to her apartment where she showed me around. It was really
nice, with two bedrooms - a master bedroom with it's own Jacuzzi bath along with
a guest room. When she showed me around she had this little wicked smile when
we got to the guest room. She explained that she didn't allow anyone in her
personal bedroom so when she had "guests" they did whatever they did in the
guest bedroom. Needless to say, I got the picture right away that things were
different for my mom these days! She didn�t enlighten me at the time as to who
these guests were, but I had the feeling there would be some interesting stories
later on.
After I�d freshened up and came back out to the kitchen, we sat down and my mom
set up a few "rules" to start with. It's not like she read off a list or
anything draconian like that, they just sort of popped up as we talked. First
and foremost, I was to call her Mary instead of mom. She hinted that we would
be going out a lot during the next week and it would better for me to get use to
calling her by her name from the start. Second, I was NOT a guest so I could
sleep with her in her bedroom although I could use the guest room to store my
things. This was more significant than it might seem as growing up I almost
never spent an entire night in bed with just her, let alone a week straight.
One other thing we discussed was that the week ahead was about US so she didn't
want to talk a lot about things back in the 'burgh with regards to my dad and
ESPECIALLY nothing about her sister Linda. This was the one that took me most
by surprise, especially the way she practically spat out her sister's name.
Well, more about that another time...
We went out to get something for supper which seemed long overdue as my wasn't
use to the time change and I was starving. At the same time I was feeling more
tired and again, I realized that I was mentally three hours ahead of the local
clock. By the time we got back I was sleepy from the combination of a full
stomach and jet lag.
It felt a little odd undressing with my mom and slipping into bed naked with
her. It had been a long time since we�d been together and I think we both were
a little bit nervous. As tired as I was, I was anxious to be with her again, to
feel my mother�s naked body against me. It was something unique with m mother
that I never shared with my dad. When I slept with my dad, I was ALWAYS his
daughter and he was ALWAYS my dad. We never even role-played as anything else.
If I was wearing a naughty nurse outfit, it was me as his daughter being the
nurse. I had duties and obligations as his daughter and I always did my best to
fulfill them.
With my mother it was different. Out of bed there was never any question as to
our roles. She was the mother and I was the daughter. I was certainly no angel
growing up and there were times we disagreed on things, but there was never any
doubt as to what our relationship was and in the end, her authority as my mother
trumped everything else. It was when we were in bed together that things
changed. With my father I NEVER considered myself to be his lover yet with my
mother it was just the opposite. It�s really hard to describe but it was like I
was with my truest lover in the most equal and shared relationship possible.
There was no hierarchy of parent-child or even older-younger. Each of us did
everything we could to please the other yet at the same time, we were not afraid
to please ourselves as well.
So it was that when my mother slipped under the sheets with me in bed that it
was like nothing had changed and no time had passed since our last time. In the
darkness I felt her warmth against me as we took each other into our arms and
kissed. Our tongues met and I felt the passion ignite between us. My leg
slipped in between hers and I could feel the warmth of her hair pussy against my
thigh as at the same time I felt the pressure against my bare pussy as she
pressed her bare smooth leg in against me. Our breasts pressed against each
others and my arms reached around her and pulled against her naked back. It was
like heaven on earth as we laid there like that for what seemed to be hours,
just enjoying the feel of each other until I fell asleep in her loving arms.
The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. Throwing on a t-0shirt, I made my way
to the kitchen where my mom was fixing breakfast for us. Without a word I took
her in my arms and we kissed, not breaking apart until my mom had to flip the
eggs before everything burned. I told her how much I had enjoyed the night
before and she just smiled, a twinkle in her eye.
Later we dressed and went to visit Tammy. Her husband was at work and the boys
were out so we had the day to ourselves and just traded stories and such over
drinks. My mom had warned me earlier than she and Tammy were still very close
but it was strictly platonic. Anything she may have done in Pittsburgh stayed
in Pittsburgh, to borrow a phrase. That was fine with me although I remembered
how Tammy and I had been together a few times and to be honest, had been looking
forward to doing it again but I respected my mother�s and her wishes and didn't
even approach the subject.
Tammy invited us to stay for dinner but my mom said we had other plans. She
hadn�t shared those plans with me so I was curious what she was cooking up but
from Tammy�s expression I got the feeling she had some ideas of her own. As
curious as I was, I somehow restrained myself from asking anything. On the way
home we picked up some takeout which we ate when we got back. It was killing me
as to what my mom had planned and she seemed to be taking great enjoyment out of
tormenting me, even if it was all in fun.
Chapter 3 � A Night on the Town With My Mom
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After cleaning up from our quick supper, my mom finally spilled some of her
plans. SOME of her plans mind you. She told me to dress slutty as we were
going to a club which surprised me. In any case, I had come prepared with a
black dress that hugged my body like Saran Wrap and barely covered my ass when I
sat down. It was on of those that just came over one shoulder, crossing down to
expose plenty of cleavage and about two-thirds of the boob apposite the shoulder
that was covered. I wore a black thong underneath that covered my crotch but
not much else. My mom nodded when she saw me in it, giving me a thumbs up
approval.
As for her, my mom had on one of the shortest skirts I�d ever seen her wear,
even in her old high school photos. I had to say, for a 44 year-old she had some
of the sexiest legs my could ask for in a women ten years younger than her.
Obviously she�d been working out! She wore sheer black hose with the tops
barely under the hemline and I knew once she sat down the tops would be clearly
visible once she crossed her legs. On top she had on a white satin blouse which
while completely opaque, hugged her tightly enough to outline the white floral
bra she wore underneath. The bra was plainly visible as she had the blouse
unbuttoned about half-way down. Damn, my mom looked hot!
�One thing though,� she warned me as we drove, �Do NOT call me mom, got it? I�m
your older sister tonight, OK?�
I cheerfully agreed. I knew what she was driving at as being my mom would place
her at her true age but by saying she as my sister she could pass for being ten
years younger, especially in the darkened light of a typical club. In any case,
guys would be just as turned on by the possibility of having two sisters as a
mother and daughter. Well, maybe not quite as turned on but it would be fun
enough as it was. In any case, while I think a lot of guys fantasize about
being with a mother an daughter, it�s usually more a younger mother and a
teenage daughter (or younger) that fills out most fantasies. With me being 25
and her in her forties, the �thrill� of doing a mom and daughter might still be
there but in real life I think the sister act was more promising.
Now I've never been much of a "club" girl but obviously my mom has become one
judging from the greetings she got when we arrived. As we had planned, she
introduced me as her younger sister which got us a lot of second looks, as if we
weren�t getting them already.
What can I say, my mom is now a major slut! She flirted shamelessly with anyone
who was willing to play along. Needless to say we attracted quite a crowd,
especially when she leaned over and have me a quick kiss. Nothing TOO much but
enough to be more than a quick peck between friends. Sisters kissing is such a
male turn-on. Kristi and I use to have lots of fun teasing guys and we were
just cousins.
We stayed at the a couple of hours, sharing a few drinks and dancing. At first
we just danced with each other but then the sharks started to circle and guys
would ask us to dance. One side benefit was that we never had to buy another
drink! Even I had some wince as it seemed a little wrong to order my normal
Diet Cokes. As the night went on, the dances got more erotic and intimate and I
could feel hands starting to get more and more �personal� as they realized
neither of us seemed to have the word �no� in our vocabulary. I got a kick when
I was dancing with one guy and saw my mom in a booth with a guy next to her, his
hands literally all over her as he fondled her boobs and groped under her skirt
shamelessly like some high school boy at a dance. She certainly seemed to be
enjoying the attention! I�d never seen my mom doing such things, not even with
my dad in public, so it was almost more interesting to watch her than to enjoy
what was happening with me.
As the night wore on guys came and went but over time there seemed to be two of
them that were really interested in us. They both looked to be in the late
twenties or early thirties, not brothers but alike in many ways. Both were
about six feet tall with dark hair and perfect teeth. They were dressed sharp
and well groomed, both appearing to be professionally employed. My mom was
getting more attention from the taller one who looked to also be the younger of
the two while I was being handled (literally) by the older one although I
thought he was actually a little more handsome.
�So you two are sisters?� my mom�s guys asked once when we were all seated in
the booth. By now it was getting late and the hands were getting more personal.
He had one hand covering one of mom�s breasts, squeezing it through her blouse
and bra.
My mom explained that I was her �little� sister and the guy next to me laughed,
moving his hand to my breast now and saying, �There�s nothing �little� about
your sister Mary.� I just pretended to be embarrassed but did nothing to move
his hand which just encouraged him all the more.
�We like to go out and have fun together,� I said, emphasizing the word �fun�
and leaving it to their imaginations as to what that might be. That just led my
guy to drop his hand down to my crossed leg. At first resting it on top and then
quickly moving it to the inside of my thigh and up within inches of my thong.
�So you say the two of you are close?� the guy groping my mom asked. The way he
said �close� left no doubt as to where he was leading. My mom just smiled
naughtily, again leaving it to his imagination to interpret her meaning.
�If you�re going to rub my pussy the least you can do is tell me your name.� I
tease my guy. I think I surprised him a little b being so forward but it wasn't
like he wasn't about to do it anyway as by now he was only about an inch away.
�Ryan,� was all he said as he apparently took it to mean that by telling me he
could do just that. I smiled at my mom as I felt his hand press against the
outer fabric of my thong.
�So if I tell you my name, can I rub yours?� the other guys asked my mom. I
couldn't help but think how crazy this was becoming, doing all this with my own
mother! She shrugged but her smile told him what he wanted to know.
�I�m Michael,� he continued and I noted that his hand went straight to her leg
once he said it. Then I almost laughed as I saw her take his hand and literally
pull it into her crotch. Like, my own mom couldn't wait to get groped!
As Michael started playing with my mom�s crotch, Ryan was getting more bold and
he started to push my thing to the side but that was where I drew the line.
�Now Michael, just what do you think you�re doing?� I asked him, keeping a grin
on my face to disarm anything he might take from my push-away.
Meanwhile, I saw my mom stiffen slightly as Michael explored further under her
skirt which led him to tease his partner saying, �Looks like the older one
doesn�t mind a finger up her cunt... sorry Ryan.�
I half-expected my mom to protest over his coarse language but she seemed happy
to tolerate it so long as he had his finger in her. God, I couldn't believe my
own mother was letting a guy finger her pussy in public! I mean, it WAS in a
booth and it was under her skirt but still!
Not to be totally outdone by my own mother, I turned to Ryan and put my hand on
his crotch where it was obvious he was totally turned on by everything. �Unlike
my slutty sister, I don�t let guys finger my pussy on a first date... at least
not until I get to suck their dick.�
�Wow!� Ryan gushed as he looked at his friend who must have been doing a number
on my mom�s clit from the way she was sighing and rolling her eyes. �What do
you say we go somewhere and you can do just that.�
My mom was paying any attention at that point and I caught myself just as I was
about to call her �mom�. �Mary... c�mon,� I said, reaching across to poke her.
Both guys looked like they had just won the lottery. As we left the place
together they wanted to take us to their place but my mom insisted on a hotel
room. She made up some story about it being more fun but I knew she was just
making sure we were safe. You never know what you are getting into when you go
to a strange guy's house! I would have been happy splitting up between our cars
but again, my mom looked out for us and told them we would meet them at the room
if they gave us one of their keys. They reluctantly agreed and so we got in our
car and headed for the hotel with the guys in the lead.
�Damn mom, I can�t believe you let him actually finger you in there!�
�You mean you can�t believe I let him or you can�t believe the old gal still has
it?� she laughed.
�Oh mom, you know better than that!� I protested.
For the rest of the trip we discussed the relative merits of our �partners� as
well as agreed upon a few things that we might do... and not do. The key was
that we agreed to stay together and not allow ourselves to be split up between
two rooms. This could be a lot of fun but at the same time, you never know when
it comes to strangers so better safe than sorry.
We let the valet park the car and as we walked in, I could literally feel the
eyes of the hotel staff boring holes in us. Granted, I imagine we looked like
two street walkers entering the hotel but who cared? If anything, that turned
me on all the more to think that people saw us that way. Me and my mom... can
you imagine that!
We had told the guys to wait for us in the room and thankfully they had
apparently followed directions as they were nowhere to be seen. We took the
elevator up to their floor and soon we were standing outside the room.
�Ready sis?� my mom teased me. I just nodded and she put the key card in the
slot. The door lock clicked and we entered the room to find the two of them
sitting on a couch together, waiting for us. I wondered if they thought we
might be setting them up and not show up as they actually looked a little
surprised at first but that look was quickly replaced by unbridled lust. Still,
we weren't whores so they had to respect us a little bit.
�So where were we?� my mom asked quietly, almost more a muse than a direct
question. �You know Kelly, I don�t think they quite believed me when I said we
were really close, what do you think?�
Once again I caught myself just before saying �mom� but then I answered, �I
don�t know sis... why don�t we show them?�
Up until that moment, the only man ever to see me and my mom together sexually
had been my dad, and even then it was always with him in the middle. We looked
at each other and I think both of us were thinking the same thing but then I saw
her lick her lips and I knew she was ready. If anything, there was a hunger in
my mom�s eyes like I�d never quite seen before. It was like she WANTED to do
this in front of them.
Without another word my mom turned to me and we embraced, then kissed
passionately while the guys watched. At first I glanced at them to see their
reaction as they sat still, like they were mesmerized by what was happening
before them. Well, I couldn't blame them!
My mother quickly took the lead. It was like she couldn't wait to take me.
This was different than anything I�d ever experienced with her before. In a
way, it reminded me of times when my father would come to me all horny and
needful, taking me and fucking me without speaking a word. Well, I was use to
my dad having such needs but never my own mother!
�I love you mom,� I whispered to her, low enough for the guys not to hear but at
the same time, I wanted her to know it was NOT her sister that was ready for
this but her own daughter.
With that my mom practically tore my clothes off of me! In literally seconds I
was standing there nude with nothing on but my heels. I was quite aware of the
stares I was getting from the couch but my attention was more focused on my
mother who seemed to be overwhelmed with a lust I�d never seen in her before. I
laid back on the bed as my mother stripped, also leaving her heels on but
otherwise totally naked.
A quick glance over at the couch and then she as on top of me, her breasts
pressed into mine as we kissed and touched one another. Then she rolled over on
her back and I knew what she wanted. Spinning myself around so I was now facing
the guys, I put one leg over her and we were quickly into a mother-daughter 69,
although from their perspective it was two sisters.
I buried my face in my mom�s thick bush of pubic hair - at least she hadn�t
shaved. Although a bare pussy like Kristi�s is nice, there�s something about my
mom�s lush pubic hair against my face as I lick her that has always turned me
on. At the same time, I could feel her tongue exploring my pussy, liking up
between my pussy lips and finding my clit.
�Oh Mary!� I moaned, remembering to use her name as it was as much for the guy�s
than anything.
From my position I could see the guys and I sort of expected them to pull out
their cocks and start jerking off but I guess the guy thing about masturbating
in front of another guy was even stronger than their desires for us right then.
Too bad as I would have loved to watch them jerk off. It would have been even
hotter to see them jerk each other off but that was NOT something I would have
honestly expected.
I loved the way my mom licked me. God I�d missed this so! Of all the women
I�ve been with, nobody can make me feel better or cum faster than my own mom.
Whether it�s just her skills, the fact she is my own mother, or whatever, she�s
always been my favorite when it comes to having my pussy eaten.
�Oh Mary!� I cried out yet again as I quickly came to my orgasm. With
everything that had been going on tonight it didn't take much to push me over
the edge and my mom was going at it as best she could. I tried to keep my face
pressed against her wet pussy but it was impossible as she relentlessly licked
and sucked on my clit, driving me higher and higher into the upper reaches of
orgasmic pleasure. It would have been enough had we been alone but to have the
two guys watch just made it all the better.
Once I had cum it made it all the more important for me to get my mother off.
She took a little more work than I�d expected but soon she too was moaning and
writhing under me. My mom has always been what my dad calls �a moaner� and she
was certainly keeping to her reputation!
Once I�d achieved my goal I turned around laid to the side of her, one leg
draped over her so my pussy was pressed up against her hip and one hand on her
heaving breast. She turned and we kissed and I loved the way her face tasted
and smelled from having been covered by my pussy.
�Oh Kelly....� she sighed as I put my lips on her nipple and suckled like I had
so many years before as a baby.
Finally the guys seemed to sense it was their turn as they got up and started to
strip. For a moment I thought about how cruel it would be for my mom and me to
get up and leave them now all horny and lustful. To be honest, I was feeling so
good I could have done just that but I saw my mom�s eyes move to their crotches
and I could see from that look that she was far from being ready to leave.
Ryan reached out and pulled me back from my mom so I was a the side of the bed.
He stood there and pushed his dick against my lips.
�I believe you said something about sucking my dick before I touched your cunt,�
he said with a smirk on his face.
Well, if there was one thing I was NOT going to do, it was turn away an erect
cock right in front of my mouth! I opened my mouth and he immediately shoved it
in and pushed himself in until he hit the back of my throat. Well, if he
thought THAT was going to surprise me then he had another thought coming! I
relaxed as best I could and let him slide down into my throat until my face was
pressing against the base of his dick. I stayed that way for a moment and then
pulled back until just the head was in my mouth.
�Damn Mike, she took it all!� Ryan crowed as he started to fuck my mouth. I had
no idea what was happening behind me but I heard my mother moaning and that
meant her mouth was empty but I would have bet a lot that something else wasn�t!
�Fuck me harder!� I heard my mom cry out and I knew then for sure what was
happening. As much as I would have loved to have sucked dick a little while
longer, I wanted even more to share this with my mom so I rolled back on my back
and spread my legs open for Ryan. Fortunately he took the hint and climbed on
the bed and got between my welcoming thighs.
�Fuck her Ryan... fuck her good,� my mother managed to get out between moans.
She had her legs wrapped around Michael as he humped her like a dog in heat.
Her hair was a total wreck and he was sucking hard on her large breasts. It was
at that moment I realized I was seeing my mom being fucked by somebody besides a
member of her family for the first time!
Ryan was soon in me as well, filling my pussy with his hard cock as I too
wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. It was soooooo crazy, laying
her in bed with my mom right next to me, both of us being fucked by two guys
we�d never met before like two whores.
�I want some of that pussy,� Michael said to Ryan after he�d fucked my mom a
while. He pulled out of her and Ryan did the same. This time, though, they
wanted us on all fours and I kneeled next to my mom as they entered us both from
behind at the same time.
�Oh god yes!� my mom sighed as Ryan fucked her. I was feeling pretty good myself
as Michael thrust his cock into me as deep as he could.
Before long it was out turn to be on top. My mom took some of the initiative
this time and had them lie head to toe. Then she mounted Michael while I
straddled Ryan and felt his dick in me again. We did it reverse cowgirl so our
asses were facing their faces but it allowed us to see each other and she leaned
over to kiss me and fondle my boobs as we rode our respective dicks.
I had to give the guys credit as they hung in there without cumming too soon. I
found myself wondering how my mom wanted to finish them off, like where would
they cum? Would she let them cum in her pussy, in her mouth, or shoot it all
over her? Well, I figured it was going to have to be decided soon as both of
them seemed to be getting close.
One last position change and we were on our sides in the middle of the bed
facing each other. The guys spooned us from behind, Ryan back in my mom this
time while Michael was in me. I felt Michael push especially hard into me,
holding himself deep inside of me and I knew he was about to cum. Then he did,
ramming himself even deeper into my pussy as he released his sperm into me.
�Oh yeah, that feels so good!� I moaned as I looked into my mother�s eyes as he
came in me. She smiled and then I saw her smile even wider as Ryan began cumming
in her, groaning out load as he shot his load into my mother�s pussy.
When they had finished they pulled out and fell onto their backs, exhausted by
their efforts. My mom, however, wasn't finished. Much to their delight, this
time she got on top of me and once again we 69�d, only this time licking out the
cum the guys had left in out pussies. Another first for me in that the only
man�s cum I�d ever licked from my mother�s pussy was my dad�s!
Once we�d finished we got up off the bed and quickly dressed. I suppose a
shower would have been nice but neither of us wanted to stay there nay longer
than necessary now that we�d gotten what we came for. A quick brush through our
hair and we were off to retrieve my mom�s car from the valet. The kid who
brought out car back couldn't help but star at us as we got in the car. I
suppose it didn't hurt that we�d left out panties in the room as presents for
the guys!
Neither of us said hardly a word on the way home until we got into her
apartment.
�I love you so much Kelly,� were the first words out of her mouth. We kissed
briefly and then hit the showers before nesting next to each other in bed.
Nothing more needed to be spoken or done. I fell asleep again in my mother�s
arms, feeling closer to my mom than I�d ever felt before.
Chapter 4 � A Last Night With My Mom
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For the rest of the week things were substantially more subdued in that we
didn�t hit the clubs and such. It was like my mom needed to get it out of her
system and once it was over, she�s had her �fix�. I had a great week just
hanging out with my mom and it seemed impossible that we were already at our
last night together. My flight was early the next morning so we decided to eat
at home and not go out for a last fling.
After dinner we opened a bottle of local wine and sat on the couch together in
our robes. Although we had talked practically non-stop the entire week, there
were a few topics we�d gracefully avoided. I snuggled up next to my mom with my
head on her shoulder. She put her arm around me, reaching inside my robe and
cupping my bare breast in her hand. For my part, I pushed aside her robe,
exposing her firm legs and hairy pussy, running my fingers lightly up and down
her leg, inside her thigh one time and then outside the next. Both of us just
sat there like that quietly, touching each other softly and just letting our
fingers do the talking.
�Kelly, is your father fucking young girls with my sister?�
I jumped a little, startled by the unexpected question. She had pretty much
opened the door to two topics that had been �ver boten� all week with one
question.
�Yes, I believe he is,� I said, not certain where this was going.
�Has he gotten you involved?�
I wasn't sure at first how to answer. Technically the answer was no although
legally it was yes. By that I mean there had been one time that I had watched
him and my aunt with a young boy and girl so yes, legally I was involved. At
the same time I just watched and didn't take part which is why I say technically
I wasn�t. Finally I decided a yes-no answer wouldn�t work so I explained what
had happened a couple of months before. Her lips pursed but she didn't say
anything until I�d finished.
�You know Kelly, I�ve never understood why men would want to have sex with girls
that young. I guess I can see maybe fourteen or older. At least then they have
a figure and breasts but you say this girl was what, thirteen? Where�s the
attraction?�
Well, my dad SAID she was thirteen but I suspected she had been younger although
I didn't tell my mom that little fact.
�And as for my screed up sister,� she continued, �Why would any women her age
want to have sex with a boy that young? It was enough that she got her own
daughter involved so young but at least that was between her and her daughter.
Now it seems she has Kristi going after them as well.�
I wasn�t sure where she�d gotten her information from as I hadn�t told her
anything about Kristi but she as right. My cousin was definitely the favorite
for a number of the younger boys in our area and more than once I�d had to
refuse her offer to join in when she had some young kid in her bedroom. I TEACH
sixth grade boys, I don�t fuck them!
I just stayed quiet, letting my mom unwind and get her concerns off her chest.
�Kelly, I know you resent me keeping you from your father when you were younger
but I hope you will understand someday I did it for your own good. I mean, I
just couldn't let him do anything when you were so young. I remember how it was
when my dad took me and Linda and she was at only twelve. At least I was
fourteen so I think I took it better than she did. I still feel that had
something to do with how your aunt is today. It�s like she didn't have sex with
boys her own age before doing it with older men and now she wants to make up for
it. The same goes for poor Kristi. I mean, she even was a prostitute for God�s
sake!�
My mom reached down and lifted my face to hers. She kissed me lightly on the
lips and said, �How you live your life is up to you Kelly. You know I�ll always
love you no matter what. Just remember that there are consequences for
everything. Even when you do the right thing, as I felt I have done, there�s
consequences.�
�I love you mom,� I whispered as my hand reached between her legs and felt the
warmth of her pussy.
�Oh Kelly, I love you so much too,� she whispered back to me, �Please Kelly...
make love to me.�
I did.