HE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Forty-Two


As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man.

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CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 16; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 1/2

Telling the Story:
Siobhan Stuart

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(SIOBHAN)

The weather forecast for the January weekend was for a winter storm. A cold front was swooping down from the Northwest and another system was drawing warm moist air up from the Gulf. The two were predicted to collide somewhere over our area. Our weather could be very heavy rain, sleet, ice, snow, or any combination depending on where the two systems collided. I made sure we were well supplied and planned on spending the weekend with my family.

Friday night, when we went to bed, the wind was already howling outside. Some gusts sounded like Banshees and made me worry for some of the big trees on our property.

Kieran and I slept in our usual winter sleepwear: flannel nightgown for me and flannel pajamas for him. We were snug and warm in bed under the blanket and comforter. I was curled up against Kieran, one hand in the fly of his pajamas, idly playing with his dick. He or it seemed uninterested. He was reading a book.

“Kieran, do you think it’s really OK for Kerry to be so sexually active at his age? You said your first time was when you were almost sixteen. He’s twelve and I can’t believe what he’s already experienced with women. Do you think we’ve done the right things with him?”

“Uh, huh to one. Uh, huh to two.”

“I can’t get used to seeing him with a penis and testicles like a man’s. His dick seems to be half-hard half the time and totally hard the rest of the time. I think it’s cute with those little curls of hair all around it. Do you think it’s going to be as big as yours?”

“Uh, huh. Maybe bigger.”

“Kieran, if you say ‘uh, huh,’ one more time, you’re not going to get any pussy for a month.”

“Uh, uh.”

“Kieran, would you put down that damn book? You’ve been reading it every night for a week. What is it anyway?”

He showed me the title. On Human Nature. By Wilson. Human nature? Why couldn’t he just read murder mysteries? I never would understand him.

“I’m worried about him, Kieran. He’s already had sex with three different women and I don’t know how many times with each. What’s he going to do now? Lauren’s going her own way and Joanne and Rachael are busy with babies. Kavan’s acting possessive about Kathryn. I dreamed about him last night.”

He put the book down and looked at me.

“In my dream, I went in to kiss him goodnight and he was about four years old. When I leaned over to kiss him, he grabbed me and kissed me like you do sometimes, sort of tongue-fucking me. All of a sudden he was about sixteen and I wanted his dick in me. I got in bed with him and he started fucking me and he had a dick bigger than yours. Then he was about twelve, just like he is now, except he still had that big dick and I was sucking it.”

“So? You love him; I do too; we both do. I’ve had dreams about Arial. One that recurs is where I’m behind her and she’s bent over and I’m reaming out her little pussy. I’m not responsible for those bits and fragments in the middle of the night. You’re not either.”

I felt something in my hand getting warmer and firmer. Maybe it was interested after all.

“You don’t think our dreams are some sort of subconscious manifestation of something we really want to do?”

“Honey, I remember dreaming about flying when I was a kid, maybe not really flying because I don’t remember having wings or flapping them or anything like that, more like gliding. I don’t know where I took off from but I remember how much fun it was to swoop down over something and see how it looked from above. But I was never stupid enough to get up on the top of the house and jump off.”

“But I’m talking about dreaming about sex. I’ve never had a dream as vivid as this before. It seemed like it went on for hours and was as weird as anything I’ve ever dreamed. When I woke up, my cunt was absolutely dripping. It was like someone’d come in it three times.”

“Siobhan, in my early teens, I used to have wet dreams every few nights. I could jack off two or three times during the day and still have semen on the sheets to sleep with before the night was over. I used to have dreams about somebody doing something with me. It was all too vague to know who it was for sure except that it was usually a woman and she was doing something sexy with me. I didn’t know if she was sucking my dick but that’s what it seemed like. Not like fucking her. At the time, I didn’t have any idea what either was like. Analyze that.”

“Well, that’s normal, isn’t it? You’re supposed to have sex with women. What’s wrong with dreaming about it even before you’ve done it?”

“Honey, it wasn’t always a woman. Once in a while, I’d dream it was a male. Boy, man, I didn’t know. But it was definitely male. I don’t know how I knew but I did. I don’t think I ever felt the male was someone I knew. But I knew it was male.”

I unsnapped the fly of his pajamas and tugged on the legs until he lifted his butt and let me pull them down. My hand wrapped around something that was definitely interested.

“Did it worry you? Did you feel maybe you weren’t supposed to dream like that?

“Yeah, sure. Sometimes I’d go around for a day or so wondering if I was going to be queer. If it was a female, I felt fine, proud; a male, I felt shitty and ashamed.” 

“Well, you used to have wet dreams with me right in the bed with you. Once or twice, even after we’d had sex. Did dreams about men ever stop for you?”

“Not ‘til I was about twenty. When I was about fourteen, I talked to Dad about it. Told him what was going on. He just did the usual - grabbed me and gave me a big hug and a head noogie. He told me he’d always had crazy dreams once in a while about sex with different people or doing stuff he’d never do when he’s awake. He just said he never worried about them. He just never did anything like that when he was awake and he knew he never would. So I quit worrying about it.” 

“But Kerry’s the most beautiful young boy I’ve ever seen, Kieran. He’s absolutely gorgeous. Were you like that at twelve?”

“I don’t know. Ask my mother. Isn’t it normal for parents to think their children are the most beautiful they’ve ever seen?”

“What’s a head noogie?”

“You know, it’s what I do to Kavan and Kerry. Grab them around the neck and rub their head with my knuckles.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?"

“It never hurt me when my Dad did it to me.”

“When we started letting them play with us, you know, sex games, he gave me an orgasm with his tongue. And Arial said he gave her one when we had that party with Lauren. How’d he learn that?”

Kieran stuck his tongue out at me and wiggled it. “It’s hereditary.”

“What if he really wants to fuck me? And what if I let him? What are you gonna say?”

“Same thing I’ll say when Arial wants me to fuck her.”

“What’s that?”

“Damned if I don’t know. But you’ve got to tell me all about that dream.”

I had his dick pinned down against his stomach while I ran my finger around and around on the sensitive area just under the head. I knew it was interested because it was drooling already. 

“I wanted you to help me understand it. You’re the expert on dreams.”

“Siobhan, just because I’ve read a few books on dreams, that doesn’t make me an expert.”

“I thought you were impressed with the one on lucid dreaming.”

“I was. I wanted to see if I could do what the book said and actually direct my dream, to make events in the dream happen the way I wanted them to. I never managed to do anything like that.”

“I thought you said once you were able to wake up from a dream, decided you liked it, then went back to sleep and dreamed it some more.”

“One time, Siobhan. That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Kieran, would you like me to put my head under the cover and give you a blow-job?”

“Uh…, yes, dear! That would be a good way to start.”

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Saturday morning the winter storm was in full force outside. First we’d hear the wind hurl sleet against the windows, and then later we’d look out and snow would be blowing almost horizontally. Then later during the morning, it changed to rain and then back to a steady snowfall. 

Nobody bothered to get dressed except to put on a robe over sleepwear. We knew we weren’t going anywhere. After breakfast, we all drifted into the family room and helped Kerry watch the cartoon channel. They were playing some of the old classic ones. Kieran was reading but he’d look up when the cartoon used opera or classical music and tell us what it was. He even put down the book and watched Bugs in The Barber of Seville. 

About midmorning, Kavan started losing interest. He kept slipping his hand down in his pajama bottoms and I could tell he found something there that was more fun than the Tasmanian devil. Arial kept looking at what he was doing and putting her hand in her robe. I didn’t know if she needed to scratch an itch or wanted to play with her pussy but her hand looked like Jerry when he runs under a rug. Kerry was lying on his back in front of the TV in his thermal underwear, with a hard-on as usual. He even had a wet spot where the head was and that was unusual. He couldn’t make up his mind whether he wanted to watch Arial play with her pussy or to watch Sylvester, the putty tat, eat Tweety Bird.

“Dad, let’s watch a porn movie,” Kavan said.

“Huh?” 

“You know, that one with the three teen-aged kids, the twin boys and the girl, who get shipwrecked together.”

“Yeah,” Kerry squealed, “let’s turn up the heat and get naked. I’m tired of wearing clothes all the time.”

“Yeah, Dad, let’s do,” Arial said. “Those two boys are cute. Their dicks are almost as big as yours and Kavan’s.”

“OK,” Kieran said. “Kavan, you go get the cassette. I’ll turn the heat up. Arial, you and Kerry go get some old blankets and pillows.”

“What do we need that stuff for?” Kerry asked.

“Because,” I said, “he knows I’ll get mad if you jack off and get come on the carpet.” 

“I don’t jack off, Mom,” Arial said. “I jill off.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Kerry said. “You still leave a big wet spot when you’re done.” 

They were back in no time, already naked, with arms full of blankets and pillows. They covered the floor with the blankets and spread the pillows around. Kerry flopped down on the floor so hard the whole house shook or maybe it was another big gust of wind outside.

“I want some popcorn,” Arial said. “Does anybody else want any?”

She got four yeahs and went in the kitchen. “Melt some real butter and put on it,” I yelled. “I love it that way.”

“Me too,” Kerry said. “I can eat popcorn while I jack off and the butter’s better than baby oil any day. I can lick my fingers after I come.”

“Arial, don’t put any salt on it,” I yelled. “It’ll make your pussy sting if you get salt in it.”

I waited for a response but didn’t hear one.

“Kerry, go tell her to leave off the salt; will you?”

He bounded up and his feet were already running before he hit the floor, just like a six-year old boy or maybe like Wile E. Coyote, except I never saw the coyote run with a hard-on.

Kavan finally came back with the cassette, already naked like the other two, sporting an almost-erect dick, flopped down on the floor, and the house shook again. Kieran put in the cassette and looked everywhere until he found the remote between the cushions of his chair. He finally decided which of the three was the one for the VCR.

When Arial and Kerry came back, Arial’s little breasts and mouth were shining. So were Kerry’s mouth and his dick. I do wish they’d learn to be more careful with melted butter. They were carrying two big bowls of hot buttered popcorn.

Kieran and I spread an old blanket over the couch and then stripped and sat down with one of the bowls of popcorn. The three kids lay down on the blanket-covered floor, propped against the couch. Kerry was in the middle and the other bowl of popcorn was between his legs, snugged up against his dick and balls. Arial was propped between Kieran’s outstretched legs. Kavan and Kerry were on each side of mine. 

“OK Dad, you can start the movie now,” Kavan said.

As with all porn movies, this one quickly moved through the meager plot to the sex scenes. The virginal teen-age girl was giving the twin teen-age boys blowjobs, hands on two dicks, mouth alternating between them. Kavan and Kerry had erections and sat eating popcorn with one hand, stroking their dick with the other. Kavan’s red pubic hair was shining like gold. Kerry’s little curls of pubic hair were shining with butter. Arial had her hand curled down between her legs and I couldn’t see what she was doing but her hand kept moving. She’d lean over and grab popcorn with her hand and stuff it in her mouth, swing the hand down to her pussy while she chewed, and then grab another handful. I didn’t think she should be doing that so I leaned over and told her to chew with her mouth closed.

Kieran was sitting beside me, trying to eat popcorn with his left hand while jacking off with his right. I was eating popcorn with my right while jilling off with my left. It was awkward but we managed. 

When the blowjob scene ended, Arial decided she wanted to recreate it. She picked up the remote, put the movie on pause, and got down on her knees between Kavan and Kerry. She wrapped her hands around their dicks, bent over, and started sucking on Kerry’s. She gave him a minute or so and then gave Kavan a turn. Kerry kept eating popcorn and occasionally held the bowl over Arial’s back so Kavan could have some. It was good to see my sons being so nice about sharing.

“You could be nice to your old parents and share with them too,” Kieran said. I didn’t know what he meant; our popcorn bowl was still half full. I suppose the kids knew what he meant. Arial moved between his legs, held his dick upright, and lowered her head over it. I couldn’t see what she was doing because her hair was in the way. Kavan moved between my legs, wrapped his hands around my butt, pulled me closer to the edge of the couch, and then lowered his face between my thighs. I couldn’t see what he was doing either but I could feel it. Hot buttered tongue was better than hot buttered popcorn any day. After a minute or so, Kerry started whining, “My turn, my turn.” He pushed Kavan out of the way, and took his place. Little Squirt certainly had a talented little tongue. 

We let the kids play for a few minutes and then Kieran asked if they were ready for the next scene. I knew it was the one in which the girl gave one of the boys a blowjob while the other one fucked her doggy fashion. It was one of my favorite scenes.

We all went back to eating popcorn with one hand and jacking and jilling with the other, except for Arial. She’d munch a bunch of popcorn, lick her fingers, jill a little, lick her fingers, and then start all over again.

The scene in the movie was a hot one, with excellent camera work and lighting. The photographers had different cameras for each action view. The one showing the girl giving head kept a side view as she tried, usually successfully, to deep-throat one of the twin boys’ dicks. The one showing the boy pounding at her pussy alternated from a top view showing his eight inches disappearing in her cunt to a view from the bottom up, showing his balls swinging while his cock appeared and disappeared. I’d always wished I could be the one in the middle in a scene like it. When the scene was over, Arial paused the movie again.

“Mom, is it OK if I do that with Kavan and Kerry?” Arial asked.

“You’ve never done it with them before, honey. Are you sure you want to?”

“I’m not a virgin anymore, Mom. They’d never hurt me.”

“They wouldn’t intentionally, Arial. But Kavan’s dick is as big as your Dad’s and Kerry’s is almost as big.”

“I’ll start with Kerry and make him go slow. Please Mom?”

“Ask your father if it’s OK with him.”

“May I, Dad, please, pretty please?”

“I guess so, Princess, but, if Kavan and Kerry fuck you, would it be OK with you if I reamed out your little pussy too? I don't mind if I have sloppy thirds.”

Arial walked over in front of Kieran, grinning, and I knew she was about to do something naughty. He was still sitting on the couch beside me, one hand cupped under his big balls, the other slowly stroking up and down on his big dick. She had her hands covering her breasts.

“Hi, Dad, do you know how cute I always thought you were,” she said in her most seductive voice.

She undid a non-existent clasp on her non-existent swimsuit top, pulled the two cups away, and showed him her beautiful little breasts. Then she moved between Kieran’s spread knees and made a little kissing motion with her lips.

“Hey, no fair, Arial,” Kerry groaned. “This ain’t no Fast Times fantasy. This here’s a cartoon orgy.”

“Would you like to sit on my dick, Princess?” Kieran said, still looking at her breasts.

“Sure, Dad, I’d like that. It’d be neat.”

“Aaawww, Arial,” Kerry said, “I was hoping we could all do something together. I like it when we can do stuff together, like a family.”

“Well, I don’t see how we can,” Arial responded. “There are three of you guys and only two of us girls.”

“Sure we can,” Kavan said. “You and Mom can suck Dad, you know, take turns with him while Kerry and I fuck you and Mom. It’s easy.”

“Yeah,” Kerry said. “I like that. Then we can swap around so you and Mom can suck all three of us and we can fuck both of you.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Kieran said. “All in favor hold up your hand.” Six hands went up; I held up both of mine.

“Who’s going to be the first sucker?” Kieran asked.

“You mean the first suckee, Kieran,” I corrected him. “Arial and I are going to be the suckers.”

“Well, who’s on first?” Kerry asked.

“And what’s on second?” Kavan asked.

“I don’t know,” Kerry said.

“No. I don’t know is the pitcher,” Kavan said.

Arial squealed, “Mom, make them stop.” She’s always squealing about something.

Kieran leaned over and hit them both behind the head with a pillow.

“Well, you can’t be on first, Squirt,” Arial answered. “You’ve got to fuck me. And I think Kavan should do Mom. So Dad’s gotta be the first suckee.” She beamed at Kieran and he nodded enthusiastically.

He quickly moved from the couch down to the floor. When he was in place, with his legs spread wide and his cock standing up and shining with butter, Arial and I got in position too. She straddled his left leg and I straddled his right.

Kerry got down on his knees behind Arial and Kavan got down behind me. I looked around to see if we were all ready and saw four big grins. They were all sitting on go and so was I.

“You kids had better not ram your dicks into your Mom and Arial too hard,” Kieran said. “If you bump’em and make’em bite my dick, I’m gonna get mad.”

Arial went first; she bent over, held Kieran’s dick straight up, and pulled down on the skin until the big head was tight and shiny.

“What’s up, doc, I mean dick?” she said, and then giggled.

Kieran put both hands behind her head and pushed it down toward his what’s up dick. He kept one hand on her head and held his dick upright with the other. Arial finally managed to get the head of his big dick in her mouth and then she supported herself over him on her hands, while Kieran pumped her head up and down.

 I turned to watch what Kavan and Kerry were doing. Kerry was behind Arial and he had a look of absolute glee on his face. He looked up at me and said, “I tought I taw a puttytat.” He looked down again and then squealed, “I did! I did! I tee a puttytat!”

Kieran hit him with the pillow again.

When Kerry quit giggling, he looked down at Arial’s ass again. He held his dick with one hand, the other flat on her back, while he probed, trying to find the place where he wanted it. Arial reached one hand back underneath and I could tell from the look on his face when she guided his dick into her pussy. He closed his eyes, leaned up against her until his thighs were against her rear, put both hands on her hips, and started slowly thrusting.

Arial pulled on my arm and when I looked she said, “Your turn.” I leaned over and took the wet glistening head of Kieran’s cock in my mouth. It still tasked like sweet butter. I guess Arial hadn’t sucked all of it off.

I felt Kavan probing between my ass cheeks and I had a momentary panic of uncertainty when I thought he was trying to put his big dick in my back door instead of my front door. I reached back under but he found the spot before I could reach his dick. He slid his hot buttered dick into my hot buttered cunt in one easy push. I grabbed his balls with my hand and held him so he’d be still while I sucked his Dad’s dick.

When I gave Arial her next turn as sucker, Kavan put both hands on my hips and started reaming me out. His dick was buttered and my cunt had its own honey-butter so there wasn’t that much friction. But my pussy was stretched tight as always. Kavan’s dick was made from the same Stuart mold as his Dad’s and it filled me up just as well. When he pushed it in all the way so hard, it almost knocked the breath of me even though I knew it didn’t quite reach to my diaphragm.

I looked over at Kerry to see how he was doing and he was reaming Arial out too. He was shoving his big dick in her little pussy, bouncing off her ass, and then shoving it in again. I looked to see if she could keep her mouth on Kieran’s cock and she was doing fine. Kieran had his hands on her shoulders and his arms were extended in front of him holding her. She couldn’t have moved forward no matter how hard Kerry humped her. Kieran’s eyes were closed and his head was thrown back so I guess he was doing fine too.

“Suffering succotash! Don’t you guys think we should swap before somebody comes?” I asked. 

“Yeah, Mom, could I do you?” Kerry squealed. “Dad can do Arial and Kavan can be the suckee.”

“Sure, Squirt,” I said. “It’s OK with me if Arial’s ready for her Dad. Did you warm her up enough?

“Hot buttered pussy, Mom. She’s ready.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Arial squealed, “I’m ready for Dad’s Woody Woodpecker.”

Kieran hit her with the pillow and then they rotated around and everybody got in place. Kavan leaned back against the couch, held his dick up for me, and started eating popcorn again. Kerry got behind me and I knew he was in place when I felt his left hand on my hip and the smooth head of his dick touching my dripping pussy. Kieran got behind Arial, one hand on her hip, holding his dick with the other, looking down at Arial’s beautiful little ass and pussy.

“Don’t move, Darling. I want to remember you just the way you are,” he said, looking down at his Pepe-le-Pew pecker about to pierce her pussy.

“Kieran, don’t you hurt her,” I said. “She’s never had a dick as big as yours. You be real easy with her.”

“He won’t hurt me, Mom,” Arial said. “I want him to do it - just be real slow so I can hold it all.”

“Ah, my little darling, it is love at first sight, no?” he said in his finest French accent, still looking down as his Pepe slowly slid into her Putty-tat.

I leaned over and started sucking Kavan’s dick. He leaned his head back on the couch and said, “Oh, that woman. Gotta mouth like an outboard motor. All the time Putputputputputput-phut-phut-phut-putputputputputputputputpheweeouch!” I bit the head of his dick to shut him up.

Kerry slid his dick in me and started fucking me with a frenzy. I didn’t think he could last long at the rate he was going. I don’t know what Kieran was doing with Arial. From the way she was moaning I couldn’t tell whether she was enjoying it or whether he was hurting her. She sounded about the same way I do when Kieran does it to me.

Kerry was pounding away at me so hard I couldn’t keep my mouth on Kavan’s dick. I stopped sucking, hung my head, and shut my eyes. It felt so damn good to have Kerry’s little dick - no, not so little - moving in and out of my pussy. But a few seconds later, he shoved it home so hard I almost fell forward and I felt his dick spasming in me. I waited until he was finished squirting a big hot load against my cervix and then looked around. Kieran was holding on to Arial’s hips with his head thrown back and his thighs against her little fanny and he wasn’t moving either. I knew she’d got a big load from her Dad. I could see it dripping out of her pussy onto the old blanket. I didn't say anything even if she was making a mess.

“Shit, everybody’s forgotten about me,” Kavan said.

Arial collapsed on the floor, her eyes closed, her breathing so heavy I could hear her above the storm outside. She had a Mona Lisa smile on her face. Kieran was on his knees and his dick was swollen and wet and still dripping semen down on her little fanny. He still had a Pepe-Le-Pew grin on his face.

“Did you come, Mom? Did you, huh?”

I didn’t need to look at Kerry to see the expression on his face. His voice told me how much he hoped he’d been able to please me. For a second, I thought about lying to him, telling him how good his dick had felt and how I’d started coming when he started banging away at me. But I knew I should be honest as always with him and tell him I hadn’t quite made it with him.

“We haven’t forgotten you, Kavan. Be patient. And, no, Kerry, I didn’t come. I was close but I needed just a little more help.”

“Shit,” he said, “Some days it don’t pay to get outta bed. I made Lauren come the first time I fucked her. I wanted you to come too. It’s fun when women come when you’re fucking them. I like to feel their pussy squeezing my dick."

I really didn’t know what to do. My two sons both wanted something from me and I didn’t know what to do to give it to them. Kieran came to my rescue.

“Kerry,” he said, “would you let me show you something you can do to help your Mom come. You’ll make her have one huge orgasm when you do it. And if Kavan will help, maybe he can let off a little pressure too.”

“Sure, Dad, what can I do? I’ll do it,” he said eagerly.

We followed Kieran’s suggestions. He positioned Kavan so he was sitting slumped down on the couch with his legs spread apart. He helped me straddle Kavan’s body, my back to his face, with my legs spread wide over his. He held Kavan’s dick straight up and waited while I found the spot and slid down on it until it was buried to the balls inside me. I knew what he was going to have Kerry do. 

“Now watch, Kerry,” Kieran said, and he got on his knees between Kavan’s legs.

Kerry crawled up close so he could watch. Arial roused herself from the little death and crawled up close to watch too.

Kieran pushed Kavan’s legs a little further apart, got on his hands and knees, and brought his face to where Kavan’s dick was buried inside me. I leaned back against Kavan’s chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I knew what the other three were seeing - my pussy stretched tightly around Kavan’s cock, my lips spread wide with my clit just ready for somebody’s tongue. 

“Mom, it’s beautiful,” Arial whispered. “Your pubic hair’s the same color red as Kavan’s and your pussy lips are coral and your clit’s red too. Kavan’s dick is ivory and his balls are pinkish. I wish we could take a picture of you two. I'd frame it.”

Kieran brought his face between my thighs and I felt his tongue lick up one side of Kavan’s cock and one side of my vaginal lips and then the other and then up and over my clit. I knew he was right; If Kerry did that, I’d come for him. Kieran used his tongue for a couple of minutes and then moved from between my legs. I felt someone take his place and I looked down and saw the wild tangle of Kerry’s hair sticking up between my legs.

I felt his hands on the inside of my thighs and he pulled my already tightly-stretched cunt lips wider apart. He followed his father’s example and started licking and I shut my eyes and started to sink into the feelings between my legs. When he pulled away suddenly, I started to rouse up.

“Fuck, Dad,” Kerry said, “I’m licking Kavan’s dick if I do it like you showed me.”

“Felt pretty good to me, Squirt,” I heard Kavan growl behind me. “Lick it some more.”

“It won’t hurt you, Squirt,” Arial said. “I’ll do it if you don’t want to.”

“You let him do it, Arial,” Kavan said. “You can sit on him next and I’ll lick both of you. I don’t mind if my mouth’s on Kerry’s little dick.”

“Fuck you, Kavan,” Kerry said. “My dick’s not so little.”

“Watch your language, Kerry,” I said. “And Kavan, his dick’s bigger than yours was at his age.”

I guess that satisfied Kerry because he started licking again. I surrendered to it again and let the feeling start to build.

“Kerry, her clit’s uncovered now,” I heard Kieran say. “See that little red bump. Make sure you lick that as much as you can. She’ll like that.”

Kavan started thrusting gently upward into me and Kerry kept licking. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Being stretched to the limit by Kavan’s cock and having Kerry’s talented little tongue licking all around was too much.

Kavan curled his arms around me a little higher and put his hands on my breasts. When he started tweaking both nipples with his thumbs and fingers that was almost the final straw. When he shoved his dick in as deep as our positions would allow and I felt him start pulsing, I surrendered. I felt one, two, three, pulses from him, then one, two, three rumbles between my legs, and then everything exploded inside me.

“Ow, Mom, that hurts.”

The words were muffled and I couldn’t understand what they meant. I looked down and my hands were holding the tangles of Kerry’s hair and his face was buried between my legs. I let him go and he looked up at me with a huge grin on his shiny mouth. I rolled off Kavan and collapsed beside him on the couch.

“Did I do it right, Mom? Did I? Huh?” Kerry asked.

“Yes, little Love, you did it right,” I gasped between deep breaths.

“Do me next, Kerry, please?” Arial asked.

“OK, but we need a hard-on first. Is yours still stiff enough, Kavan?” Kieran asked.

I looked at Kavan’s dick, lying red and glistening on his stomach. The last little dollop of semen was oozing out the slit on the head. I reached over and wrapped my hand around it and squeezed. It was firm but not hard. I thought it’d work just fine. I’d gotten lots of good use out of Kieran’s cock when it was in the same state after one fuck. I knew it’d probably firm up again in short order when it was inside a hot cunt. I looked at Kieran and his cock looked even harder. He caught me looking at it and shook his head no and I knew he wanted Arial to do it with Kavan. I gave Kavan’s dick another squeeze, caught the white glob of semen that oozed out, and held out my finger to Arial. She sucked my finger clean.

Kieran held his hand out to Arial, to help the princess mount her steed. She took it and swung her leg over Kavan’s and looked down to see where to sit. Kavan reached under her and held his dick straight up and she settled down like a mother hen in Foghorn Leghorn over her brood of eggs. She left two extra-large eggs uncovered but they were safe in a bag hanging between Kavan’s legs.

Arial was right. It did make a picture worth framing. The bright red of Kavan's pubic hair contrasted beautifully with the golden brown of Arial's little silken swirls. His balls were relaxed now and hanging low between his legs, exactly like two eggs in a pink kidskin purse. The shaft of his cock was shining alabaster until it disappeared into the coral lips of Arial's little pussy. Her little clitoris was just barely peeking out of the juncture of the lips at the top, like some elusive little red creature. I wished for a picture of it, showing how close they were as kids, so they could keep it forever. 

Kerry moved into place between Kavan’s and Arial’s legs and lowered his face down to her pussy. When she closed her eyes and leaned back against Kavan, I knew exactly what she was feeling.

Kieran was on one side of our kids, on his hands and knees, trying to see what Kerry was doing. I was sitting on the couch beside them and I couldn’t see anything except the tangled curls of Kerry’s hair moving up and down. I got down on my hands and knees on the other side of the kids so I could watch the show too.

"Let me do it for just a little, Squirt," Kieran said. "You can let your tongue rest up for a minute and then you can finish her off."
Kerry stood up and stretched for the ceiling while Kieran got in position. I moved closer so I could see how it looked to have a stuffed pussy eaten. I watched for a while and then decided I might as well have a turn.

"Kerry, is it OK if I have a turn after Kieran?" I asked. "I won't take long and then you can do it. Try sucking on her clit instead of just licking it. I'll bet she'll pinch Kavan's dick off if you do that."

"Sure, Mom, but is it OK if I fuck you while you're going lickity-split? I promise I'll be gentle with you."

Kieran didn't seen to want to stop so I pulled his arm and made him get out of my way. I got on my knees between Kavan's and Arial's out-stretched legs, my ass up in the air, and waited for Kerry to get his dick in me from behind. My face was just inches from where Kavan's dick was half buried in Arial's little pussy. I saw some of Kieran's semen leaking out on one side so I decided I'd clean it up. I didn't want it to get through the old blanket to the couch underneath. When Kerry started reaming me out, I started licking, from Kavan's balls, up his dick, all the way to where Arial's little clit was sticking up, then up each side in turn, then back down to Kavan's balls and up again.

"Damn, it makes an old man proud to see his family so loving with each other," Kieran said. "I wish I had a picture of all of you."

"Come on, Mom," Kerry begged. "You said you were going to do it just a little and then let me do it."

I rose up and looked back at him. His dick was still buried deep to the balls in my pussy but he wasn't moving.

"I thought you wanted to give me another squirt, Squirt," I said. "Squirt, Squirt, get it?"

"I do, Mom," he said, "but I stopped because I don't want to come yet. Let me have my turn with them and I'll give your ass a workout later."

I moved out of his way, still on my hands and knees, so I could watch while he played lickity split with Arial and Kavan. Kerry took my place and I looked up to see what Kieran was doing. He was standing there, stroking his dick, grinning like Pepe-le-Pew again.

The room was quiet except for the sound of lots of heavy breathing and an occasional gust from the storm outside. Kavan and Arial both had their eyes closed and seemed lost to everything. Kerry was busy with his tongue and I don’t think he cared whether he was licking his brother’s dick or his sister’s cunt. Just like his father, he seemed to love what he was doing. Maybe it was hereditary.

Kieran kept looking at me and I guess he finally decided he’d rather perform than watch the show. He moved behind me and I spread my legs a little wider and poked my butt back so he’d have easy access. He put one hand on my hip and, I guess, the other on his dick, and slid his hard cock in me in one long easy slide. I couldn’t have wanted anything better, buttered or not. I closed my eyes and let the world go away.

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I’m coming,” I heard Arial say.

“Oh, shit, yeah. Arial stop pulling my hair,” I heard Kerry say.

Just as I looked up, Kavan put his hands on Arial’s waist and started lifting her up and down on his cock. The muscles in his biceps and shoulders were bulging like Conan’s and he was grunting loudly with each lift. Each time he slammed Arial back down on his cock, she grunted too, as though all the breath had been pushed from her lungs.

“Oh, shit, I’m coming too,” Kavan said, with the words separated by grunts.

I wasn’t about to say “Oh, shit,” but I was close. I pulled away from Kieran and pushed him down on the floor flat on his back. I guess he knew what I wanted. I straddled him with my knees on each side of his waist and he held his dick up straight while I settled back on it. He held his hands up on each side with the fingers spread and I put my hands in his and our fingers intertwined. We’d done it often enough; he knew it was one of my favorite ways of coming.

He held my hands and I started slowly. Up, down, slide forward, back, repeat. It was that forward motion when my clit rubbed against the base of his cock that got me off every time. I kept at it for a minute or so while the storm subsided and the kids got quiet and everything got so hot I thought I’d go crazy from wanting it. When I finally said “Oh, shit,” I couldn’t hear anything or feel anything except my pussy squeezing around Kieran’s cock until I couldn’t stand it anymore. 

I fell forward and collapsed on Kieran’s chest and he wrapped his arms around me and held me. I waited for my heart to stop pounding and my breathing to slow and my cunt to stop squeezing. I finally realized that I didn’t hear the kids and I opened my eyes to see what they were doing.

Arial was on one side of us, kneeling, leaning back on her feet, and watching us. Kavan was on the other side, on his hands and knees, watching us too. I didn’t see Kerry until I twisted around and looked behind me.

Kerry was down on his knees between his father’s legs. He was looking down and I knew he could see where Kieran’s cock was still buried in my cunt. I knew he could see my asshole too but I didn’t really care.

“Dad, could I help you do a sandwich with Mom?” he asked. “You’re already in the front door so I’ll take the back door if that’s OK with you.”

He leaned forward with one hand on the middle of my back and I felt the smooth head of his dick slide into my asshole like a hot poker in butter. 

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“And that’s where the dream started getting really bad,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Kieran asked. “You mean me and the boys fucking you and Arial was a bad dream? Didn’t you want them to fuck you? After I unloaded in Arial’s little pussy, did I drop a second load in you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I really would like Kavan and Kerry to fuck me. The dream was OK, I think, until Kerry started to fuck me in the ass. He’d just started to do it and I remember how good it felt to have your dick in my pussy and his dick in my ass. Then Kavan started saying he wanted to do it too and I think that’s when it started feeling like a nightmare.”

“Why? Was somebody hurting you?”

“No, your dick always feels good in my pussy. Kerry’s dick felt good in my backdoor. It’s just that I’ve never really wanted a man to do that to me. It’s just not something that turns me on.”

“I thought you liked it that one time I did it.”

“I did. I think I liked doing it because I thought it was something you wanted to do. I don’t think I’d have ever asked you to do it on my own.”

“Well, that was years ago and I never asked you again, anyway.”

“I think that’s what made me start waking up from the dream - when it turned into something I really didn’t want to do.”

“So that means you really would like to do the stuff you dreamed about before Kerry started to shove it up your ass?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Kieran.” I said. “We’ve played around with them and I’ve done pretty much everything with the boys except let them fuck me. I’m not sure what I want.”

“Well, I’ve eaten Arial’s pussy a few times and she’s sucked my dick a few times too. I don’t know whether I’d stick my dick in her pussy even if she wanted me to.”

“Why wouldn’t you do it?” I asked.

“Maybe it’s incest. I don’t know. Some people would say what we’ve done already is incest. I just know I’ve never left my sperm in her pussy and I’ve never taken a chance on getting her pregnant.”

“I guess I feel the same way,” I said. “I’m still fertile and I might be for another ten years. I don’t want to take a chance on one of my sons giving me a little baby. Accidents happen; Kerry’s proof.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Kieran said. “Why did you dream about that old porno movie, anyway? I haven’t seen that thing in years. Do we still have it?”

“I think so. I think it’s in one of the boxes in the basement we never unpacked when we moved in here. I’ve been meaning to clean out that stuff and give it to charity.”

“Don’t give the movie away,” he said, “I’d like to see it again. I think you used to like it too. If I remember correctly, you used to get pretty hot from watching it with me.”

“We’ll look for it tomorrow, Kieran. If the storm hits tonight and it’s as bad as forecast, we’re not going anywhere tomorrow anyway.”

“We could get nice and warm and watch it together, Siobhan, like in your dream. Do you think the kids would like to see it? Do you think it would be OK if they watched it?”

“I suppose,” I answered. “We’ve never placed any restrictions on what they could see before. Maybe they’d get a kick out of the old thing. Are you going to get off me before we go to sleep?”

“I don’t want to take my dick out of you.”

“Why not? You’ve already shot your load in me.”

“Honey, if I take my dick out, you’re going to say the same thing you always do - that your pussy’s going to overflow. I don’t want to get up and get a towel. Would you be OK just stuffing my pajama bottoms between your legs tonight?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I think they’re at the foot of the bed. Hand them here.”

“Thanks, Honey, I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

“Me either, Kieran. Sweet dreams.”

“Yeah, sweet dreams to you too.”


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