Tittle: Favors
Codes: mFff, Incest, Male Domination

It started one night at my grandparent’s house when I was ten years old and my mom was sleeping alone in bed.  I snuck into her room after midnight with a flashlight because I was intending to do something I’d been thinking about all day.  I slowly and carefully pulled my mom’s covers down so I wouldn’t wake her and then began to explore her vagina with my fingers and eyes.  But I saved most of my attention for her breasts because those were the part of female anatomy that fascinated me the most.  Especially my mother’s.  At the time I actually believed she was asleep even though I knew she had always been a very light sleeper.  I enjoyed myself so much I went back every night for the rest of our stay.  And not once did she give any indication that she was aware of my nocturnal visits.

A year or two later I discovered masturbation and mostly beat off thinking about the girls my age or while looking at pictures of naked women.  But many of my favorite fantasies involved my mom and the memories of her body that I treasured.  The more I beat off thinking about her, the more I wanted and needed to see her naked again.  Then one day opportunity knocked when I discovered she was about to take a shower.  She had come out of my parent’s bedroom to ask my dad a question and it was obvious all my mom was wearing was her bathrobe.  So I went into their bathroom under the guise of borrowing her hairbrush because I knew she would be returning soon.  I waited until I was sure I’d heard her take her robe off and then just walked out of the bathroom to find her standing not more than three feet away from me.  Just as I had hoped, she was completely naked.  I don’t know if she was too startled when she saw me to react like I thought she would, but instead of trying to cover herself she stood there while I molested her with my eyes.  After almost half a minute had gone by (which is a long time to stand completely exposed in front of your son) she finally brushed past me and went into the bathroom.  As she went by she said something like, “You shouldn’t be trying to see your mom naked.”  But it was said in a soft tone of voice and I couldn’t help but notice how hard nipples got.  To me it was apparent my mom had enjoyed my little ploy.  After that day I started getting more blatant about seeing her naked as often as possible and she seemed to put herself in situations where it could and would happen.

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Soon after turning sixteen I got a job at a nice restaurant and didn’t arrive home until after 11pm.  On the second night my mom came out from her bedroom to ask me about my day.  What made this so remarkable was that all she was wearing was a see-through nightie with a matching pair of panties on underneath.  Although she did have her arms folded across her chest to conceal her breasts.  Mom did this again on the third night.  Then on the forth nigh she uncrossed her arms while we visited allowing me to see her breasts and nipples.  A few days later she turned the light on when she came into the kitchen and even sat down at the table.  I was young enough to lack the sophistication of being subtle, so my eyes were glued to her breasts the entire time we were together.  Her nipples would get harder while we visited and it was clear she enjoyed giving me these little nightly exhibitions of her breasts as much as I enjoyed receiving them.

After a week or two Mom started getting more and more daring until one night she offered to make me a sandwich while she was wearing her very short and very sheer nightie.  I sat in the chair and watched her bending over to get lettuce out of the produce drawer in the refrigerator.  I know she intended to make sure I saw everything because that was the first night she didn’t have any panties on under her nightie.  She also made a big deal about getting on her tippy toes to reach for a plate in the cupboard.  I was becoming more and more interested in how far she was intending to go, so while she was making my sandwich I went to get a drink of water.  I deliberately brushed against her when I reached in the cupboard to get myself a glass.  But not in the way I really wanted to.  I wanted her to feel my erection brushing against her bottom and to feel her bottom against my hard cock.  Except I chickened out at the last minute. 

This continued every night when she would come out to chat and make me a sandwich.  Always while she was wearing nothing but a very sexy, see-through nightie.  But I had to have more so I finally worked up the courage to stand and gave her a hug.  The excuse I used was to tell her how much I appreciated this special time we were having together.  While I was hugging her she hesitated for a few seconds before putting her arms around me and embraced me back.  Not a motherly kind of hug but one with her whole body pressing against mine.  When my hands went lower and lower on her back she kind of pushed away because I’m sure she knew precisely where they were heading.  But she didn’t move completely away from me and as we continued to talk she let me rest my hands on her hips and lightly rub them up and down.  It was heaven for me because her nightie that night was so thin and soft it almost felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.  I was such a horny teenage guy and my mom was a married, church-going woman so I was honestly surprised she was doing any of this with me.

The flipside to all of this was the evenings when I wasn’t working.  On those nights she would act like our late night rendezvous’ never happened.  She would be very mother-like and proper in every way and worst of all, completely nonsexual.  Except I quickly learned something new; if I walked into her room without knocking first she wouldn’t protest or scold me.  So I started trying to anticipate when she would be going to change into her pajamas and her usual heavy terry clothe bathrobe.  Which was something Mom always did before she and my dad watched the 10 o’clock news.  I’d give her a few minutes before I would just open the bedroom door and walk on in.  If I was lucky I’d find her either in panties and bra or she would be topless.  But if I was really lucky she wouldn’t be wearing anything at all.  Not once did she ever try to cover herself.  Instead, she would talk to me as though she was still fully dressed.  I also always made sure to have on a pair of lounging pants without any boxers underneath so she could appreciate the way my seeing her in either her underwear or naked was affecting me.

It wasn’t long before she seemed to be waiting for me to walk into her room unannounced.  Then, after I saw her nude, would she put on her pajamas and robe.  I was convinced Mom wanted me to ‘catch’ her undressed and this new game of ours continued for months.  If I worked that night she would come out in her nightie soon after I got home.  Or, if I wasn’t working, I’d walk into my parent’s bedroom and find her naked and waiting for me.  I was also sure she was buying the sexiest nighties she could find because she had so many new ones.  There was a different one every night for me to enjoy.  And our touching increased dramatically; she would let me get away with more and more before she moved away or found an excuse to stop me.  Even thought she was letting me touch her in different ways and places on her body, I never was allowed to just blatantly feel her up.  I had to be very subtle. 

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The more I saw Mom naked or practically naked in one of those see-through nighties, the more fantasizing about her became my favorite subject whenever I masturbated.  In my fantasies I would be very bold in taking the lead and seducing her until she was begging me to go all the way.  Except I could never find that same bravery in real life.  But little changes were happening every day.  Such as when she came in my bedroom to wake me up in the morning for school she started rubbing her hand on my butt through the covers.  Even when I started sleeping in the nude with nothing but a single sheet covering me she would still rub my ass followed by a very sweet sounding, “Time to wake up, honey.”

It wasn’t long before I began to masturbate in anticipation of her wake-up visits.  Except each time she did her quick little two knocks on the door before coming in, I flipped over and pretended to be asleep.  But after she left my room one morning I suddenly realized I’d been missing out on one hell of an opportunity.  So the following morning I made sure I was lying on my back with the sheet pulled tightly over me.  I was hard as a rock – and I made sure it was obvious to anyone with eyes – when I heard her two knocks on the door.  She came in and stopped and stood next to my bed.  I so wanted to open my eyes, lift my sheet up and invite her to get in bed with me.  But I instinctively knew that would never happen and I thought she might even stop coming in to wake me up.  So I continued to appear to be asleep while she just stood there for several minutes looking at me.  Then I felt her hand on my thigh no more than two short little inches away from my cock.  I thought I was going to explode!  This was the how our morning routine went for the next couple of weeks until one morning Mom sat down on the edge of my bed and put her hand on my thigh.  She said nothing while she sat there and waited for my eyes to open.  I was enjoying it so much I didn’t want to ‘wake up’ and then I could find out what she might do next.

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That night when I got home from work Mom had on the sexiest nightie that she’d worn for me so far.  It was a very light rose shade and so transparent it was like she was standing at the kitchen counter wearing nothing at all.  I asked her if she would wear what she has on now when she came to wake me up in the morning.  Mom said that she didn’t dare because one of my little sisters might see her and start asking questions.  Which I thought was very interesting.  Instead of just saying no like I expected her to, she gave me a reason why she only wore her nighties late at night.  Because that’s the only time of the day when it was just the two of us alone together.    

The next evening my mom was waiting for me in the kitchen when I walked in.  She was sitting at the table reading a magazine and for the first time since this had all started, her nightie wasn’t see-through.  Instead it was made of silk or some kind of silky material, and it was extremely low cut, almost down to her navel in the front.  The way she was sitting with her elbows on the table made the top of her nightie hang open.  So the sight that greeted me was a completely unobstructed view of her breasts and nipples.  My mom has very modest sized breasts which I would guess are probably a B cup.  But even after having kids they were still surprisingly firm with very little sag.  I desperately wanted to reach into her nightie and play with them.  Instead, I just moved to the ideal spot next to her and asked what she was reading while looking down inside her nightie and ravishing her bare boobs with my eyes.

Feeling bold I began to massage her shoulders.  Instead of telling me to stop, or jumping up and making an excuse about needing to do something, she remained sitting and even told me how nice my hands felt.  I didn’t try to do anything more than just rub her shoulders because I was forming a plan.  I thought that if she started getting used to having me touching her in ways other than our full body hugs, she might not freak out if I gave her bottom or breast an ‘accidental’ feel now and then.  Mom also surprised me because I could sense her relaxing the more I massaged her.  She seemed to be really enjoying herself and what I was doing.  I don’t know if she was aware that my erection occasionally brushed the back of her head while I rubbed her, but I certainly was.  It felt so good it that took all my willpower to not press it harder against her.  I could see my mom’s nipples growing very erect as I worked her shoulders.  The next night I was delighted to find her again sitting in a chair ‘reading’ a magazine while wearing yet another new nightie.  I didn’t hesitate before going to her and, after giving her a kiss on the cheek, start massaging her.  Mom’s shoulder and neck rubs quickly became a part of our late night routine.  

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The first day my dad was away on a business trip I found out I didn’t have to work.  I was feeling very disappointed because Mom and I had our special time together only on the nights when I came home late.  I thought if my dad was out of town and a thousand miles away I could massage more than just Mom’s neck and shoulders.  But my frustration ended as soon as I learned that my youngest sister was spending the night at her friend’s house and my other sister was babysitting.  Except when we were finally alone in the house Mom was not acting at all like I had hoped she would be.  She was being so damn mother-like and the clothes she had on weren’t even remotely provocative or sexy.  

The night wasn’t going at all like the way it was supposed to in the previous two week’s worth of masturbatory fantasies about it.  So I ended up in front of the television.  I was flipping through the channels not really watching anything in particular.  Instead, I was feeling sorry for myself and extremely frustrated when I found one of my favorite old movies on HBO – Monty Python’s Meaning of Life.  I started laughing and forgot about how horny I was just a few minutes earlier.  That’s when my mom walked in, sat down on the other side of the room from me and asked what I was watching that was so hilarious.  I told her and didn’t give it another thought until the movie was almost over.  I had completely forgotten about the part where a bunch of topless girls chase a guy off a cliff.  As twenty pairs of tits were bouncing on the television screen, I was watching my mom out of the corner of my eye wondering if and when she’s going to get up and leave.  But instead of leaving the room she surprised me by asking which girl I thought was the sexiest.  I told her it was one of the brunettes (mom’s a brunette) and she told me how surprised she is by my answer because the brunette, “Isn’t very well endowed in the boobs department.”   I looked over at her chest and then to her eyes and said that I prefer girls with smaller breasts.  She actually smiled when she heard this.

After the movie finished Mom stood up and announced she was going to take a bath.  I was unsure of how to take this bit of news because I couldn’t remember my mom ever telling me beforehand when she was about to take a bath.  At least not since the time I walked out of her bathroom with her hairbrush in my hand to check out her naked body.  Although, technically speaking, she didn’t exactly announce her bath to me then either.  But I also had no intention of letting the prospect of seeing her bathing go to waste.  I panicked a little because I had no idea what I should do or how to go about doing it.  There was no way in hell my mom would ever have sex with me but there must be something very close to it that she would allow.  I told myself that she has let me see her naked many times already so I just have to figure out a way to take it one step further.  To be able to touch and fondle more than just her shoulders.  And then I can masturbate thinking about doing it for the rest of my life.

I wasn’t too surprised to find her bedroom door closed when I got to it because that’s how our game of Son Sees Mom Naked always begins.  I heard the bath water running so I knew she would either still be undressing or she was already undressed.  As I usually did I just casually opened the door like it was no big deal and walked into her room and found my mom standing by her dresser.  With the mirror behind her it was the first time I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing her bare breasts and pussy and bottom all at the same time.  It was like a gift from god.  Except she acted really startled to see me in her bedroom and she quickly grabbed her dark blue nightie (the low cut one that isn’t see-through) which was lying on the end of the bed.  She held it up in front of herself in an attempt to conceal herself.

Mom then looked at me with a “What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?” expression on her face.  She asked me what I needed using a distinctly parental tone of voice.  Since I had done exactly the same thing many times before, walking into her room without knocking, I wasn’t prepared with a good reason why I was there.  But I also couldn’t help myself from staring at her with utter lust in my eyes.  Her nightie hung down from where she held it over her breasts and just barely covered her nipples and pussy.  For the first time in my life I realized that not being able to see everything was more titillating than seeing a woman completely naked.  Although I couldn’t see her nipples I could see the sides of her breasts.  Her pussy was hidden from view but her most of her tummy and bare thighs were still very much exposed.  I felt like an idiot when I quickly realized what she was intending to put on and wear after her bath.  In her hands she was holding my favorite nightie and not her flannel pajamas or her bathrobe.

I wanted to be straightforward and truthful and tell her how much I’d love to give her a bath.  Except from the upset look on her face I decided that probably wouldn’t be the right thing to say at the moment.  I didn’t have any experience with a female older than me so I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.  Did I really think my married mom was going to let her seventeen year old son explore her body with his soapy hands using the ridiculous pretense of an ‘innocent’ bath?  I was so shocked my little fantasy world wasn’t at all matching the reality of that entire evening I just said the first thing that came into my head.  “I’m going to pop some popcorn and wondered if you wanted any?”

She actually looked relieved and maybe even a little amused.  “No, sweetie, but thank you for asking,” she replied before tossing her nightie back onto the bed.  Once again she was standing only a few feet away from me with nothing on, acting as though it was the most natural thing in the world for a mother to be naked in front of her fully dressed son.  “You can bring me a glass of wine, though.  If you don’t mind,” she added before turning and going into the bathroom.

Well, even if she wasn’t going to let me run my hands all over her at least it appeared I was going to be allowed to be with her while she bathed.  Would she do something like women in B movies always do and ask me to wash her back?  Or even better, let me watch her washing herself?  I didn’t really care because whatever was going to happen would be deposited forever in my spank bank.

With a wine glass filled to the brim I stood outside the bathroom door.  Why is the door closed, I wondered?  Was I supposed to knock first so she could put a towel around herself preventing me from perving at her?  I remembered the expression on her face when I walked into her bedroom without knocking a few minutes before and I was honestly quite confused about what to do.  She always smiled whenever I had walked in on her while she was naked before.

That is when I reminded myself this all began with her coming out late at night wearing just a see-through nightie to check on me almost a year ago.  Now after so many times seeing her naked, plus all those morning wake up calls with her hand on my butt or mere inches away from my morning wood, I honestly didn’t know what the “rules” of our relationship were.  Since I sure as hell didn’t want anything to change I tapped my knuckles lightly on the bathroom door and opened it.  But his time Mom just smiled at me.  After I handed her the glass I decided to push my luck and sat down on the dressing chair next to the tub.  I don’t know why but I honestly expected her to be in a tub filled with bubbles.  Instead the water was crystal clear and I could see her from head to toe.  I started to say how hot she looked and then decided that might not be wise.  So I just sat there and watched her drink her wine.  My mom genuinely seemed to be enjoying the way I was leering at her.

We talked about lots of inconsequential things and as soon as her glass was empty she handed it back to me.  I asked if she would like me to refill it for her she and replied to please wait until she was done with her bath.  Then Mom took a bottle of some kind of fancy body wash and poured a generous amount of it into her hand.  She sat up and began washing her shoulders and arms.  It was when her hands arrived at her breasts that I realized I could hardly breathe.  I watched as she slowly began rubbing her hands over her breasts and nipples.  I swear it was the most erotic thing imaginable.  She must not have noticed how this was affecting me (or was it just an act?) because she continued telling me about how she didn’t like the people my sister was babysitting for.  She explained that the woman was a real snob and she also thought the man was a pervert.  I was young but I still appreciated the irony of this; hearing a man being called a pervert by a woman who was sitting in a bathtub washing her bare breasts in front of her son.  A son who also happened to have the hardest hardon of his entire life and was doing everything he could to make sure his mother knew it.

When she stood up and continued washing herself, she was doing it in a way that I truly believe was the most seductive and sensuous way possible.  All I wanted to do while I watched her was to pull the front of my pants down and stroke my cock.  Well, I wanted to do a lot more than that, but if I could’ve just beat off I would have been happy.  To this day I still wonder what might have happened if she knew how much she was turning me on.  Or if she would have enjoyed me stroking myself while she bathed knowing how much I loved looking at her.  Once she’d finished bathing she announced that I needed to leave.  And I immediately asked her why.  Her answer was that said she needed to ‘tidy up her privates’ and she didn’t want me watching while she did it.  I thought I knew what she meant, but I wasn’t sure because I didn’t know at the time about bikini grooming.  Or that my mom ever did such a thing.  I later learned it was her first time which is why she didn’t want an audience.  When I asked her what she wanted to do after she was done taking her bath, she answered my question with a playful, “Why don’t you just surprise me?”  Which immediately sent a jolt of shock and pleasure through my entire body.

As my mind began to process all the twisted possibilities I was capable of considering, she pulled yet another uniquely mother-like countermove on me by reading my mind.  She immediately following her suggestive and open-ended question with, “But if you think we’re ever going to have sex you better get that idea out of your head right now.  I love the way you look at me and I enjoy it when you massage my shoulders and neck…and I can certainly feel how much you enjoy our hugs.  But we are never going to go any further than that.” 

I left her bathroom and raced to my room where I masturbated to climax twice without stopping.  After I came the first time my cock was still so hard it was almost painful so I just kept going.  Once I had two orgasms I felt a little less horny but not very much.  The first time I beat off I thought about my mom’s bath and the way she rubbed her hands all over herself.  The memory of her washing her pussy and buttocks and then between the cheeks of her ass was a turn-on made in heaven.  I still beat off to those images.  The second time I climaxed was while thinking about slipping into her bed at night and licking her pussy until she is really wet and then fucking her.  I was old enough by then to know that she must have been pretending to be asleep when I snuck into her room and explored her body at my grandparent’s house.  There is no way she could have possibly slept through my fumbling around and pulling on her nightie and her panties.  So I had been trying to convince myself that she would do the same thing if I fucked her when she was ‘asleep’ and then it she wouldn’t have to be ‘willing’.
 
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If I had been more sophisticated or experienced, or had ever bothered to do some homework like reading a women’s magazine such as Redbook or Cosmopolitan, I would have done things differently when she came out of the bathroom.  I would have arranged some candles around her bedroom to help create a sensual atmosphere.  I would’ve prepared scented massage oils that were already warmed and ready for her.  Mom’s glass of wine would have been refilled and waiting for her on the nightstand.  But being so green in the art of seducing an older woman I was simply sitting on the side of the bed waiting for her.  With the perpetual hardon in my lounging pants that absolutely refused to go soft.

Mom appeared in the bathroom door with just a towel wrapped around her and her hair pulled back into a pony tail.  She crossed the room to her nightie which was still lying on the end of the bed where she’d left it earlier.  Mom then causally released the towel and let it fall to the floor before reaching for my favorite dark blue treat.  It was impossible not to notice that she had shaved and trimmed her pubic hair until all that remained was a very thin landing strip above her pussy.  Something I’d only seen before on girls in Playboy and Penthouse until I saw it on my own mother.  I had already fucked a couple of teenage girls but none did anything similar to what my mom had done with her pubic hair.  And with the exception of one girl, none of them ever even trimmed her pubes at all.  So for me my mom’s pussy was now incredibly unique.  And very sexy.

I couldn’t stop staring at her almost hairless sex when I stammered that she may want to wait to put her nightie on until she knows what my surprise is.  Although her reaction wasn’t at all what I was anticipating and, again using her mother’s voice, she asked me what kind of surprise could possibly require her to be undressed.  When I told her I wanted to give her a full body massage she responded by saying she didn’t think that would be a good idea.  Except she also stopped reaching for her nightie.  She just stood with her legs slightly parted and her arms folded under her breasts while she looked at me looking at her pussy.  I suddenly realized neither of us had said anything for several minutes and that my mom had also made no attempt to conceal her nakedness from my lustful gaze.  I was overjoyed when I realized that she was seriously considering my offer.  She then really surprised me by sitting next to me on the bed close enough that our legs were touching.  Before she said anything she placed her hand on my thigh no more than an inch from my hard cock.  “If I let you give me a massage you have to promise you will not touch me in any inappropriate way.”

Her mother voice was gone again and she sounded more like a girl telling her boyfriend she will let him touch her boobs but nothing else if they make out.  “Of course I promise, Mom, I just want to make you feel good,” I lied.

She continued using in the same playful tone of voice when she told me that this meant I couldn’t touch her breasts, her bottom or between her legs.  Then she quickly backtracked and said, “It probably won’t be a real full body massage if you can’t massage my butt so that you can touch.  But that’s it.”

Between my mom telling me I have permission to run my hands over her body and her hand rubbing on my thigh, my cock twitched and grew even harder.  Which I didn’t think was even possible at that point.  I quickly calculated that just because her pussy and tits were off limits to me now, she may not be so strict in the future.  I was determined I would be giving her a body massage every possible chance I had while my dad was out of town.  And maybe even late at night after he was home again.  Substituting a head to toe massage for the little neck and shoulders rub I’d been doing up until then.

“Do you want me to massage you here or in my bedroom,” I hastily asked before she had a chance to change her mind.  Or before I came in my pants and possibly ruined the whole entire thing.  I honestly believed at the time that she didn’t know how aroused I was.  But how could she not know?  When I think back I still can’t say if she actually accepted how sexual this would be in the motherly part of her mind.  Or if she realized that what we were about to do turned her on as much as it did me?

“I think I’d be more comfortable in here,” she answered, “unless you already have everything set up in your room.  Oh, of course you do, sweetie!  What am I thinking?  You’ve probably been planning this for a week.”  She started rubbing my leg almost to my knee and back.  “This is so exciting!” she added.

Now I really wished I’d spent the last week researching how to give my mother a sensuous and seductive massage instead of just beating off thinking about it.  I figured I may as well be honest and hope for the best.  “Um, I don’t have anything set up in my room, Mom.  I’ve never given a girl a real massage before.  Rubbing your shoulders and neck when I get home from work is as close to one as I’ve ever done.’

She squeezed my thigh and laughed.  But it was the kind of laugh that makes you smile and not the kind that makes you feel stupid.  “Oh, I’m sorry, Greg, I should have known better.”

Mom took my hand and stood up while she thought out loud.  “Let’s see, I have some lotion that will work as a good substitute for massage oil and you can go get your boombox out of your room and bring it in here.  I’ll find a couple of CDs that will provide some relaxing music and I’ll throw a scarf over the lamp to create the right mood lighting…”  As only a mother can do she had taken charge of her own massage (and incestuous seduction?) making it all perfect.  And she did it all without putting a stitch of clothing on.

Once everything was just right she went to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine and came back to the bedroom.  “Remember, no inappropriate touching or you’re out of here,” she reminded me with a smile on her face before she took a sip of wine.  She then set her glass down on the nightstand followed by lying face down on her side of my parent’s bed and made herself comfortable.  I vowed to remember exactly how she had set everything up and commit it to memory because I was determined massaging her naked body was going to be a regular activity we did together.  She had just shown me down to the smallest detail what she wanted and liked most.  Except I also would make sure to have real massage oil for our next time.

From where she was laying I realized she thought I intended to kneel on the floor next to the bed.  But I had absolutely no intentions of doing that.  I stood at the foot of the bed and told mom she needed to slide over to the middle.  She didn’t say anything and just scooted over.  While she was doing this I could see straight up between her thighs, giving me a perfect view of her freshly shaved pussy from the only angle where it could be truly appreciated and enjoyed.  When she was again settled and comfortable her feet remained spread slightly apart and I just couldn’t pull my eyes from the delicious sight before me.  I was now mesmerized by her pussy because even though the light was dim I could clearly see how wet she was.  It wasn’t until she asked when I was going to begin that I realized I had just been standing there in a lust-induced fugue.  I climbed up onto the foot of the bed and as I moved up her body I could sense/feel her stiffening up a bit.  Although she still said nothing when I stopped right over her bottom, poured some of the lotion on her back and shoulders and began massaging her.  Of course I had no idea what the fuck I was doing but it was obvious neither one of us cared.  I just made sure I was as gentle and as sensual as I could be.  I fully intended to seduce my mom and make her want us to take this to the next level.  With every motion of my hands I also made sure that either my balls or my hardon or both were rubbing gently against her bottom.  It turned me on so much knowing that she had to realize what I was up to, and yet she wasn’t doing or saying anything to stop me.

I needed to see exactly how far she would go in treating me like a potential lover instead of her son.  Did she even know herself how far she was wiling to take this?  The limits she set verbally didn’t seem to match her actions.  Such as, I could touch her intimately and all over, but not if it was inappropriate.  What did that mean exactly?  I also felt her body reacting to my touch in a way I didn’t know a woman’s body could.  Something to this day I still think is unique to females.  Mom was getting more relaxed and comfortable as I massaged her and yet I could also feel the tension in her body building the more I touched her.  My hands slowly moved down her back getting closer and closer to her ass.  I don’t know where the question I asked her came from because it just popped out of my mouth.  “Have you ever shaved your vagina before like you did tonight, Mom?  Because I think it looks incredible.”  I admit I was nervous when she didn’t answer or say anything for the longest time.  Shit, was she trying to decide if this had already gone too far?

“No, I never have shaved myself down there,” she finally, mercifully answered.  “I asked your dad once if I should and he told me no, because that’s the kind of thing only a slut or whore would do.  You father isn’t very adventurous when it comes to making love.  I can’t believe I’m telling you this but we haven’t had sex in a very long time.  I don’t even remember the last time we did.  He’s happy when I use my hand to help him relax and go to sleep.  He works very hard, you know.”  She shifted a little beneath me but it was clear she wanted this conversation, and her massage, to continue.

“Do you ever…” damn how was I going to put this…”fantasize about sex stuff?”  Yes, I actually used the words sex stuff!  At the time I thought I couldn’t have said anything so stupid or immature.  I sounded like a 10 year old boy with a flashlight in the middle of the night instead of a guy old enough to finally become my mother’s lover.  And I very much wanted to be that guy.  But I think my mom wanted to tell me because she proceeded to even though she could have ended it all right then and there.

“There are lots of things of a sexual nature I think about…I fantasize about…that I could never tell your dad or anyone else.”

“Do you ever think about me?”  I had to know.

After another excruciatingly long silence passed she finally answered.  “Yes, sweetie, I do.”

My cock twitched and my whole body was trembling with excitement.  “I think about you too, Mom.  All the time.”  I was trying my damnedest to keep my hands from shaking and betraying how much this conversation was turning me on.  Or making me more nervous than I’d ever been before.  I was also wondering how far I dare go before she freaks out and tells me to leave.

“Do you mean you think about me when you masturbate?” she asked.

Not knowing how I should answer that question because if I was totally honest the answer would be every single opportunity I have.  At least three or four or five times a day.  I was now down straddling the calves of her legs and rubbing her lower back.  I moved my hands onto each of her buttocks and spread them apart while massaging them.  I’d never heard about rimming a girl before, yet it was all I wanted to do right at that moment as I continued to fondle my mother’s ass cheeks.  

Wait, did she really just ask me if I fantasize about her when I beat off?!

“Yeah, I think about you more than anyone else.”  I wanted, I needed, to be honest and let her know she is my number one fantasy girl.  I could hear a faint squishing-like (for lack of a better description) sound and when I looked down I could see my mom’s pussy and the insides of her thighs were unbelievably wet.  As well as the sheet under her.  I was actually making my mom sexually aroused.  But before I could say anything really stupid or foolish and make certain that this activity would never happen again, I was saved by my little sister.  We heard the front door slam shut followed by my sister yelling, “Mom, I’m home!”

I quickly got up off my mother and headed for the door without needing to be prompted.  As much as it would have turned me on to have my sister find me on top on our naked mother with my hands rubbing her bottom, I also knew that would be a huge fucking mistake.  I opened the bedroom door and found my sister standing right outside reaching for the doorknob.  “Where’s Mom?  What are you doing in their bedroom?  We’re not supposed to be in there without them, you know?!”

“Yeah, I know.  I was helping Mom hang a picture.”

My sister looked at me wearing just a pair of lounging flannels with no shirt on and then past me into my parent’s bedroom.  She saw our mother in bed under the covers (with her bare shoulders exposed), a scarf over the lamp by the bed and one of Mom’s favorite CDs playing on my boombox.  She didn’t say anything but she is also very smart.  Smart enough to put it all together – which I was secretly hoping she would do and at the same time worried that she actually would.  But she just went to her room and closed the door behind herself without saying anything else.  Except I was sure I saw her smiling.

Later I was in bed beating off for the third time that evening when I heard two little taps on my door followed by my mom coming through the doorway.  Before she shut it I saw she was wearing that damn bathrobe of hers.  What I didn’t know yet was that she had my favorite nightie on underneath it.  After she closed the door my room was dark again so I just continued to stroke my hard cock while she asked if I was still awake.  When I told her I probably wouldn’t sleep at all, I think she assumed it was because my sister had almost caught us doing something taboo together.  She came over and sat on the edge of my bed and put her hand on my chest.  I continued to pleasure myself but I was careful to make it as discreet as possible.  Although I’m sure she still knew what I was doing under the sheet.

“That was too close for comfort, Greg,” she whispered to me, “Next time we do anything like that it will have to be here on your bed.  Your sisters never would think to come into your room.”

Did she really just say “next time”?!  Those words may not sound like the most stimulating thing a woman could say to a guy, but I almost shot my load when I heard them coming from Mom’s mouth.  I was really glad I had already beat off so many times otherwise I would have been embarrassed by what happened next.   She told me we could cuddle until I went to sleep (which could never possibly happen with my mom laying in bed with me) if I wanted to as long as I “behaved” myself.  I knew exactly what she meant and promised I wouldn’t try to do anything she didn’t want me to do.  

She took her bathrobe off and slipped under the covers with me and then immediately said, “Oh my, I didn’t know!” when she discovered I was naked.  But she snuggled up against me anyway.  I was lying face up with my arm over her shoulder and my hand on the small of her back.  I decided that since I’d already massaged her bare bottom it would be okay to put my hand there.  So I reached down and pulled the hem of her nightie up just enough that her ass was uncovered and then I cupped a cheek.  To my great relief she didn’t protest at all.  Instead she surprised me by putting her hand on my abdomen.  Then slid it down just far enough before stopping that it was under the very tip of my erection  My cock was now barely touching the back of her hand and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.  I still can’t believe I actually did fall asleep hours later and when I woke up the next morning she was gone.

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I could smell my mom’s scent on my pillow and sheets and it immediately made me hard.  Like most guys that age I almost always woke up with morning wood.  Except I had masturbated so many times the previous day it wasn’t until I breathed in her aroma all around me that my cock sprang to life.  Even thought I started to stroke it my mind was on something else.  I was thinking about how weird it was that I was becoming so sexually obsessed with my mother.  I was starting worry that if this kept going the way it had been, I might stop loving her as my mom and start only lusting after her as the woman I wanted to fuck more than anyone else.  And what if my wish did come true and I actually got my cock inside her pussy and filled my mom with the sperm of her own flesh and blood?  Could I still love and respect her like a son should his mother, or would she just become my plaything?  A woman who was always around and available to fuck whenever I wanted her.  In my bed.  On the kitchen floor.  Or even in the back seat of our family car.  Well, maybe not always available because my dad would prove to be a real cock blocker.  Unless I could get Mom to come to my room whenever I needed her tits and ass to play with and her pussy to fuck.

Without realizing it I had just gone from being concerned about the consequences of a radical change in my relationship with my mom if she went from her role as mother to my lover.  To thinking about how wonderful it would be to fuck her all the time.  Even though the chances of that happening were zero.  And sadly, the odds of my having sex with her even once were virtually nonexistent.  She had made that perfectly clear.  But my cock stopped listening to my brain and began to focus on the delightfully wicked idea of making Mom my personal slut and sex toy.  With that, my cock demanded what it always wanted in the morning; to be played with.   And, as it usually does with the average teenage guy, it got exactly what it wanted.

So I laid there stroking my erection remembering every detail of the previous night: Starting with the way she dropped her towel in the bedroom moments after coming to me from her bath.

How she stood naked in front of me with her arms folded under, not across, her breasts proudly showing me her freshly shaved porn-star pussy.

Seeing her damp, swollen labia as she shifted to the middle of the bed, obediently doing what I had told her to do.

The feel of her bare bottom rubbing against my balls and my hardon while I massaged her neck and shoulders.

The smooth soft texture of her ass pressing against my hands.  And beholding the scrumptious sight of the tight opening hiding between the cheeks of her bottom as I spread them apart.  Just waiting to be kissed and rimmed.  After what she told me about my dad I was sure she was backdoor virgin and the idea of my cock being the first inside her asshole is all it took.  I couldn’t remember when so much jism had erupted from my cock before.

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One benefit of being madly in lust with your own mother is the effect it has on a guy’s hygiene.  I was showering at least twice every day just in case she decided that wearing sexy nighties, being naked in her room with me, or washing her body while I watched wasn’t enough for her any longer.  If she wanted me to fuck her until she begged me to stop because she couldn’t take another orgasm, I needed to be ready.  And that meant I had to be clean and fresh every minute of the day.  Just in case.

After my morning shower I went upstairs to the kitchen and I could smell sausage cooking.  This was unusual because nobody in my home ever had a big breakfast unless it was a weekend.  I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom standing at the stove making biscuits and country gravy.  My favorite!  But I was disappointed to see that she was also wearing her heavy terry cloth bathrobe again.  Did I really think she would be naked or wearing her dark blue nightie for me?  The nightie she had on last night in my bed.  The one that just barely covers her ass when she is standing straight, but when she bends over the slightest bit reveals a delightful peak at the treasures waiting underneath.  The one which presents her naked breasts to my eyes with just a small forward tilt of her torso.  I hesitated for a second trying to decide if I should say good morning or go to her and kiss her on the back of the neck while rubbing my hand over her bottom.

Again, I really had no idea what the rules were for this secret side of our relationship.  And looking back, I honestly don’t think she did either.  One minute something was “never going to happen” and the next minute there would be an exception to the rule.  Her son giving her a full body massage while she lies naked in a bedroom deliberately set up to create a very erotic, very sensuous atmosphere is okay.  Just as long as I don’t dare touch her tits.  Sleeping in her son’s bed with her hand lightly pressed against the tip of his erect cock while his hand caresses her ass is fine.  But waking up in each other’s arms in the morning apparently isn’t.  Shaving her pussy and showing it off to her guy is something she’s thought about and wanted to do for a long time.  And then when she finally does this it is for her son’s eyes and his approval.  Yet allowing me to lick her clitoris until she climaxes would be far too improper to even consider permitting.  So I just settled for, “Good morning, Mom.” to see where it would take me.

She turned around and told me she didn’t hear me come into the room.  The first thing I noticed was how the smile she was wearing is lighting up her entire face.  And if that wasn’t enough to make this a great way to start my day, her robe was completely open in front and she didn’t have anything on under it.  My eyes went from her smile straight to the hard nipples adorning each of her breasts and then fell to enjoy the sight of her virtually hairless pussy.  God I wanted to taste the nectar of her arousal almost as much as I wanted to feel myself inside of her.  By the time I stopped staring at her shaved sex my cock was again standing at full attention.  I looked back up to her eyes.  Except my mother was now looking right at the tent poking out in the front of my loungers without any trace of subtlety or shame in her face.  As she continued to fondle my cock with her lust-filled eyes she told me she had made me some breakfast.  And then she added, “Did you sleep well?”

I told her I could smell the biscuits and gravy half way up the stairs and that I had just spent the night in heaven with the most gorgeous angel there is.  Her eyes immediately left my hardon to return my gaze.  Suddenly her smile got even bigger and more radiant.

“Well, maybe you should spend more nights in heaven,” she said in a very teasing way before her eyes dropped back down to my erection.  “Did you know I played with myself when I was in your bed?  I haven’t done that since I was a girl.”

I was suddenly grateful her eyes were occupied with my cock so she wasn’t looking at my face because I swear my jaw dropped to my chest.  My mom, standing a few feet away from me with the front of her robe open fully exposing her nakedness, just admitted she had masturbated for the first time in years.  In my bed while I was sleeping next to her!  Did she fondle my cock while she fingered her pussy, I wondered?  Were the unwritten rules of our new secret relationship once again being rewritten?  Should I go to her and sweep her into my arms and make mad passionate love to her?  Is that what she wanted me to do?  Just as I had almost convinced myself it was, she turned back towards the stove and resumed stirring the gravy.

“Have a seat, sweetie, this is almost ready,” she instructed over her shoulder.  Once I was sitting she continued to blow my mind.  “I think I even had an orgasm.  But I haven’t had one since I was 14 or 15 so I’m not really sure if that’s what it was.  It sure felt wonderful though.”

I wanted to ask her why she waited until I was asleep before she played with herself except I already knew the answer.  If she became aroused and excited enough she might be tempted to let me fuck her.  Which is something I’m sure she knew I wanted to do in the worst possible way.  Maybe it was also something she wanted as well.  But then if having intercourse with her son wasn’t something she could deal with, the next day it would be too late for anything but a lot of regret and guilt.  Although in a month I would be able to join the army and get sent off to die in a war, in her mind I was still her child.  So this had to be something she knew I was old enough and mature enough to handle.  I had to be patient.  I was the only guy in her life for the next few days and if I just played my cards right…

Once Mom finished making my plate of biscuits and gravy, she turned around and headed for the kitchen table.  I watched her breasts jiggle and dance provocatively with every step she took as she came towards me.  It was like I had never really seen her naked before.  There was something different about the way she moved than when she was in her bedroom putting on her pajamas at night.  Or in the bathtub.  There was a very sexual and seductive energy radiating from her now.  She didn’t stop until she was close to me and when she set my plate on the table her pussy was mere inches from my face.  I felt her breasts lightly brush against the top of my head.  I realized how wet she was by the way her pussy and thighs glistened in the morning sunlight.  I inhaled the scent of her and wanted nothing more than to kiss her there and taste her arousal.

“Why does he get biscuits and gravy on a Tuesday morning?”  My sister was standing in the doorway to the kitchen.  As she headed over to the coffee maker to pour herself a cup she added, “What did he do to deserve that?”

I’m not sure if Becky noticed how our mother jumped a bit from her unexpected appearance but I could swear she saw Mom hastily closing the front of her robe.  Except there wasn’t any belt to tie it with so she folded her arms to hold it in place.  “Good morning, honey.  I made enough for everyone,” she told my sister, “I thought it would be a nice treat.  I have to pee so you can either help yourself or wait and I’ll fix you a plate as soon as I get back.  Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I was exhausted when I got home last night,” my sister replied.  “I noticed you were already in bed awfully early, Mom.  It wasn’t even 10 o’clock.  And why were you and Greg hanging a picture in your room with the door closed and the lights off?  I swear, sometimes this family can be so weird.”

No sooner did my mom leave the room than my sister gave me a little kick under the table after she sat down with her coffee.  “What’s up with Mom?” she asked.  “She looks so happy she’s fucking glowing.  Making us a big breakfast in the middle of the week.  Shit, if Dad wasn’t out of town I’d swear she got laid last night.”

“Maybe she has someone new in her life,” I answered.  “Did you notice she isn’t wearing anything under her robe?  You know, she didn’t even bother to close it when she brought me my breakfast.  And I have to say for an older lady she has a very nice pair of tits.”  My sister’s eyes got really big when she heard this.  I made a point of looking at her chest, “And they’re almost as firm as yours and about the same size.”  

Becky always slept in just a t-shirt and a pair of panties and it’s all she’s ever worn when she comes into the kitchen in the morning.  She had a starring role in many of my beat off fantasies since she turned 13 and I’m sure she knew it.  I also know that I starred in hers because she told her best friend about her crush on me.  Who then told her older brother, who happened to be my best friend, who then informed me.  He’d been having sex with his little sister since our sisters were high school freshmen and we were sophomores.  And he thought if I knew my sister was willing, I’d invite her into my bed every night like he welcomed his sister into his.  My sister wasn’t terribly creative so it was obvious what she was up to whenever I ‘accidently’ caught her naked.  Usually she would ‘forget’ to lock the bathroom door when she was taking a shower, drying her hair or peeing.  But there was a couple hundred of girls just like her at school so my most lustful desires were always directed at Mom.  And always would be.  Ever since that time we stayed at my grandparents.  When my friend asked me once why I wasn’t fucking my sister I told him I wanted to fuck my mom a lot more.  His response to this was, “Yeah, your mom is a total MILF, but you have a sure thing with your sister and you’re going for the impossible?”

Hmmm, I was thinking, maybe not so impossible after all.  

I was hoping my sister would take the bait and she didn’t disappoint me.  I also noticed her nipples had become hard and were poking out through her t-shirt.  “Mom let you see her naked?!” she asked.  “You saw her boobs?  Did you see her pussy too?”

I nodded my head and continued to eat.  Just as I was sure she was about to ask what our mother’s vagina looked like, Mom walked back into the kitchen.  I saw her bathrobe had it’s matching terry cloth belt wrapped around her waist, sealing her body inside and out of view.  So apparently my scrumptious breakfast show was over.

My sister and I watched our mother practically glide across the kitchen floor and then she started making two more plates of biscuits and gravy.  Becky giggled silently and stared at me when Mom began to hum a song to herself.  She put a couple of biscuits on each plate, poured some gravy over them and brought the plates over to the table.  She set one down in front of Becky and put her plate next to mine.  The place at the table where my other sister usually sat.  When my sister started eating her breakfast I felt my mom’s hand on my thigh so close to my groin that her fingertips were practically touching my hardon.  I decided to play along and see what might happen next so I placed my hand on top of hers.  She didn’t pull away but rather, to my delight, she continued to eat.  Mom amazed me even more when I felt her hand beginning to rub my thigh as she put her bare foot on top of mine.  So I had to test just how far I could go and I moved my hand from hers and placed it on her thigh.  As soon as I did this Mom started rubbing her foot on mine while she continued to massage my thigh with her hand.  I followed her lead and slipped my hand inside her bathrobe and then down between her thighs.  I quickly discovered that she was still naked under her robe.  My hand was less than an inch away from her shaved pussy but I knew if I went too far our little game would come to an abrupt end.  I was content to feel her rubbing my thigh and playing footsies with me under the table while I enjoyed thinking about where my hand was resting.  I also felt a little light-headed from knowing that I was making real progress in seducing my mother.

Meanwhile my sister is looking at our mother with a silly grin on her face.  “I don’t know what you’re doing differently, Mom, but please keep doing it.  I love seeing you like this.”  As soon as my sister said this, Becky’s elbow bumped against her fork sending it to the floor.  She bent to pick it up and when she did she saw what Mom and I were doing.  This was immediately followed by a thud as her head banged up against the underside of the table.  The expression on my sister’s face when it reappeared is one I’ll never forget.  It was as though she had just seen Casper the Friendly Ghost; she looked totally shocked and yet very amused.  But she just couldn’t resist fucking it up for me even though she didn’t realize she was doing that.  “Like I said, Mom, whatever it is that you’ve been doing lately you need to keep doing him…um, I mean, it.” 

As though Becky had just flipped a switch inside my mother’s head, my mom changed instantly.  She quickly pulled her hand from my thigh and her foot from mine.  She stood up pulling her robe fully closed before grabbing her plate.  She went to the sink, rinsed it off and after setting it in the sink, she left the room.  My sister and I watched this and after mom was gone I looked over at Becky.  She gave me that ‘oh shit’ frown that all teenage girls love to do whenever they fuck up.  And then she mouthed the words, “I’m so sorry” at me.  She got up and took her plate to the sink and went back to her bedroom.  I watched her panty covered ass the whole time and thought, “Maybe my friend is right.  I have a sure thing with Becky and I’m trying to fuck the one woman in the world who will never allow it.”  If I really did want my own personal slut who is willing and available to me whenever I wanted her, my sister is definitely all that.  And she’s also one very hot looking girl.

So I followed my sister down the hall and found her bedroom door open.  I peeked inside and saw Becky standing and looking in her closet.  Except in the short amount of time that had passed since she left the kitchen, she’d taken her t-shirt off and was wearing nothing but her panties.  “I’m going to check on Mom and then I’ll be back,” I told her, “Get your panties off and wait for me in your bed.”

I went down to the end of the hall and stopped outside of my parent’s bedroom.  The door was closed so I opened it, went in and then closed it behind me.  I found my mom sitting in her chair next to the window looking out on the backyard.  I sat on the end of the bed and waited.  After several minutes had passed she finally turned her head in my direction but her eyes were focused on the floor.  “What does Becky know?”

“If you mean about you and me, I think she only knows about what we were doing under the table when she dropped her fork on the floor,” I was trying to reassure Mom.

“She doesn’t know about us last night then?”

“Mom, if we’re going to have this discussion you need to take your robe off first.”  I was suddenly feeling very brave and like I deserved to be treated like a man instead of a boy.  She looked out the window again.  I didn’t yet know about how some women are naturally submissive when they’re with a guy who takes charge, but I was quickly learning that my mom was one of them.

“I’m not wearing anything under my bathrobe.  I don’t think I should take it off in front of you.”

“I’m perfectly aware that you never put your pajamas on.  If you remember I had my hand on your bare thigh just a few minutes ago.  And we both know I’ve seen you undressed numerous times already.  I also understand that you’ll never have sex with me, or even let me touch you in the way I want to touch you.  But if I want to see you naked then…you will let me have that much.”  I almost couldn’t finish what I was saying to her because I had never in my life told my mom what to do before.  Then I just sat on the bed and waited and watched her.  Mom glanced over at me before she slowly stood and removed her bathrobe letting it drop to the floor behind her.  Just as it was in the kitchen there was something about seeing her nude body in the light of day that made it even more beautiful and sexy to me.  She watched my eyes go first to her pussy and then to her breasts.  Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them before.

“Now will you please tell me what Becky knows about us,” she asked again, “What have you told her?”

I noticed she kept her arms and hands at her side.  She wasn’t making any attempt at all to keep me from perving at her.  And I also didn’t give her any reason to believe I was thinking only innocent and pure thoughts.

“I haven’t told Becky anything.  There really isn’t anything to tell her, is there?  She let me know that she has seen me coming out of your room at night followed by you in your pajamas.  She told me she knows you must be changing in front of me but I guess she thinks you keep your underwear on.  I’m sure she doesn’t suspect that you spend as much time being naked around me as you do.  I mean, she doesn’t even know that I’ve seen you completely naked.  Or how much I enjoy looking at your sexy body.”

She smiled at that.  “You think I’m sexy?”

My mother’s body wasn’t like the body of most of the other mothers her age.  She was still very trim with just a few faded stretch marks as evidence of her three children.  Her breasts were small and surprisingly firm with light brown nipples about the size of a quarter when they aren’t excited or cold.  When I first started going into her bedroom at night she had a full bush of hair over her vagina.  But now she was shaved with no pubes left to conceal her pussy from my eyes.  The only time I’d ever seen her labia was the previous night when she shifted to the middle of her bed and I could see straight up between her thighs.  My mom didn’t have the kind of fleshly lips protruding from her pussy that I’ve since learned many women have.  Her bottom was quite round without a hint of sag to it and I think it was her best feature.  Which is probably why I’m still such an ass man to this day and always enjoy seeing a woman with a nice bubble butt.

I asked her to turn around for me and she did.  Then I answered her question honestly, “Yes, I think you are unbelievably sexy.  I could never get enough of seeing your body.”

“I admit I do enjoy the way you look at me, Greg,” she confessed.  “But I also feel very guilty about letting my son see me without any clothes on.  And I also feel guilty because the way you look at me excites me so much.  If I wasn’t your mother…”

“You’d sleep with…,” I started to finish her sentence and quickly realized I was saying it wrong since we’d already slept together.  “You would let me make love to you.”

She nodded her head and her eyes quickly returned to the floor.  “No one will ever know if we do, Mom.  I would love to be inside you and to taste you and to bring you climax.”  I crossed the short distance between us and reached my hand out and cupped her pussy with it.  She was extremely wet and she didn’t try to stop me as I began to gently caress her.  My mother also avoided looking me in the eyes as I did this to her.  Then I placed my other hand on her breast and lightly ran my fingers over and around her hard nipple.  But just as I was about to slip my finger inside her she suddenly stepped back and told me we can’t do this.

“It would be very wrong and sinful for us to do that.  What we’ve already been doing is so immoral,” she told me.  Except she still wouldn’t look me in the eyes.  She reached down and grabbed her robe and put it back on.  I was pissed.

“It’s only wrong if one of us doesn’t want to do it!”  I could hear the anger in my voice.  I was seriously considering ripping her robe off and grabbing her by the hair and throwing her onto her bed.  And then I would fuck my mom whether she wanted me to or not.  But instead I did something I knew would pay her back for letting me get so close to the promised land before she so cruelly cut me off.  “I’m going to fuck someone in this house this morning and if it isn’t you then Becky is waiting for me in her bed.”  I turned towards the bedroom door.

“Wait, Greg, please wait,” she pleaded, “Please don’t have sex with your own sister just to punish me.  Please give me some time to think about this.  I just don’t know if I can.  It goes against everything I believe in.  Isn’t it enough for you to see me naked and touch me?  Can’t that be enough for you?  Do we really have to…to…”

“Make love?” I answered, “Yeah, Mom, we do.  It’s all I think about anymore.  It is the only thing I think about when I’m beating off.  When I’m with other girls.  I have to feel my penis inside you!  And that’s exactly what I’ll be thinking about when I’m with Becky.”  I made it to the door before she called my name again.

“Could I just do for you what I do for your father?  You know, use my hand to make you feel good?”

“Will you be naked and let me touch you wherever I want and in any way I want?” I was upping the stakes in our negotiation.  

“Would that be enough for you?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure what the answer was.  I could tell she was really worried about me going to my little sister’s room.  Or she might have just been stalling hoping I’d change my mind.  But my cock was so hard because I now all I could think about was making my mom come to my room whenever I wanted her to give me a hand job.  And being allowed to touch her anytime and in any way I wanted to.  This game was not going to end without my mother’s complete agreement to be available for me or her knowing that my sister and I are lovers because of her stubbornness.  “I might need you to use your mouth once in awhile.  I can give myself a hand job but a blow job could just be the perfect solution for us.”

Her eyes dropped to my erection when I said this and she blushed.  What I didn’t know then was that my mom had never had a cock between her lips before.  “I need time to think,” was all she would say.

Was she actually considering all of this?  I didn’t know but I knew I had to keep her off balance or she would figure out how far out on a limb I felt at that moment.  It isn’t every day a son gets the opportunity to blackmail his mother about what kinds of sexual acts she will perform for him.  “You have until eight o’clock tonight, Mom.  I’ll come to your room and if you’re naked I’ll know your answer.  But if you’re still dressed or wearing that damn bathrobe of yours then you will find me in Becky’s bed in the morning.  And I promise she will no longer be a virgin.”  I left Mom’s room and went back down the hall to my sister’s bedroom.

I walked in and found my little sister waiting for me under the covers.  I closed the door, went over to her and sat down on her bed.  I reached over and pulled the covers down to expose her breasts.  My god they were magnificent looking and so damn perfect.  She smiled at me and asked me if I was going to join her under the covers.  When I didn’t answer she told me she was outside Mom’s room listening to our conversation.  “You really want to fuck Mom instead of me, don’t you?” she asked.  I looked at her and nodded my head.  My sixteen year old sister really surprised me with what she said next.

“Mom isn’t going to let you get your cock inside her.  Either in her mouth or in her pussy.  Or in her ass.  She’s too prudish and moral and I think you realize that.  But I know how you can do it.  How you can get her to let you fuck her in every hole.”

By the way her shoulders were moving and where her hands were it was obvious that Becky was playing with herself while we talked.  “Let’s just say I believe that you do have something in mind.  Why would you want to help me fuck Mom when you want me for yourself?”  She didn’t look the least bit surprised that I knew she’s wanted me in her bed for over a year.

“If I help you to get into mom’s pants then you have to make love to me too.  And I mean really make love to me and not just fuck me.  I want my first time to be as special as it’s supposed to be.  Lots of kissing, lots of foreplay and lots of tenderness…but I won’t do anal.”  We both laughed when she added the last part.

“Okay, you have a deal.”  I decided if my sister really did have a plan to get me into our mother’s pussy I wanted to hear it.  Even if I wasn’t nearly as interested in fucking my little sister as I was my mother, I’d still be a very lucky guy to be having sex with both.  “What’s your brilliant plan?”

“Well,” my sister started, “we know what an uptight prude Mom is.  Even if she wears those nighties for you or lets you see her naked.  All my friends talk about how gross it is that they can hear their parents having sex in the middle of the night because they think the kids are asleep.  But my room is right night to Mom and Daddy’s and I have never heard them.  Not even once.  I think it’s because Mom doesn’t want to.  That’s what everyone says anyways – men always want to fuck but their wives don’t.  So I’m pretty sure the reason our parents never fuck is because of Mom.”

I debated about whether to tell my sister what I knew; that our mom is actually the one who is very sexual.  It’s our father who is perfectly happy with the occasional hand job before he falls asleep at night.  But I wanted to hear my sister’s big plan so I didn’t bother.  I also didn’t want to have to explain how I know about Mom’s desires and Dad’s lack of any.  I watched Becky’s boobs jiggling while she played with herself under the covers.  I couldn’t resist fondling her a minute longer since the idea of my sister actually getting the results I so badly wanted was making me very horny.  I reached over and started running my hand over her breasts and playing with her nipples.  As I molested my little sister’s tits I realized her hands were getting much busier between her legs.  When she climaxed I was reminded that my sister was a screamer with a mouth so filthy it would make a drunken Marine blush.  I was pretty sure she wasn’t a typical 16 year old girl.  At least none I’d ever been with.  After she climaxed a second time she laid there for a few minutes and then she got out of her bed.  One thing Becky had never been and that was modest.  She informed me that she was going to take a shower and walked naked down the hall to the bathroom.  “When I’m finished with my shower I’ll come to your room and tell you my plan.” 

A few hours later my bedroom door opened and my little sister walked in wearing one of our mother’s see-through nighties.  No panties on underneath.  I was sitting at my computer watching some lesbian BDSM porn with a John Popper CD playing on the boombox.  Becky went over to my bed and sat down and waited for me to notice what she was wearing.  “Why does she have that tube sticking in her butt?” she asked about the video I was engrossed in.

I still hadn’t turned around to acknowledge her presence in my room so I just answered her while continuing to watch the action on my monitor.  It was one of my favorite videos.  “She’s getting an enema.  Once her Mistress finishes filling her ass with water she’ll make her hold it in until the slave gets permission to release it.  If she doesn’t or can’t hold it then she’ll be punished.”

“Does it show her pooping the water out?  That’s gross!”

“No, it doesn’t show that,” I explained, “I’m sure there are videos that probably show it – there’s something for everyone on the internet – but this one just implies she couldn’t hold the water in long enough.  Because it shows her in agony as she tries to obey her Mistress and then it cuts to the next scene where is she tied to a post and being whipped.”

“I don’t like watching porn,” my she sister told me, “I don’t understand why so many people do. I prefer reading erotic stories instead.  How long has the movie been on?”

“It just started a couple of minutes ago and only lasts for about half an hour.  We’ll talk about your plan when it’s over.”

“Why don’t you restart it and let me watch it from the beginning with you.  Then I’ll write a story about it and you’ll see how much hotter it is to read what happens than it is to watch it.”

I have to admit she had me intrigued.  Becky always got A’s in her Creative Writing classes so I started the video over at the beginning.  When she brought me her story a couple of days later, she was absolutely right.  It was so fucking hot I beat off at least a dozen times before I finished reading it.  And a dozen more time rereading it.  What amazed me was the way she made the Mistress and slave so real and alive.  Instead of two terrible actors on a computer monitor.  I asked her to write me some more stories and she promised she would.  But it was also very exciting to watch the video with my little sister because of all the lesbian action.  Becky kept telling me she had never been with another girl but really wanted to.  She made little comments all through the video like, “Oh I really want to try that with a girl,” and, “I’d love to feel a girl’s lips sucking on my nipples.”  After the video ended I was very hard and very horny.  That’s when I turned around and saw for the first time since she came into my room what she was wearing.

“That’s one of Mom’s nighties!  What are you doing with it on?”  The nightie looked almost as delicious on my sister as it did on my mother.

“Yep, it’s the one I love the most.  It is the first one I saw her wearing for you when the two of you were just starting your late night mother/son fun.  Every night that you’re working I know she will go to you when you get home.  So I wait until I see her go by my bedroom on her way to the kitchen and then sneak out.  I hide behind the bookcase in the hallway and while I watch you guys together I play with myself.  I also know Mom didn’t sleep in her bed last night and I know where she did sleep.  And with who.”  Becky brought her feet up off the floor and sat criss-cross applesauce on my bed as she told me everything.  When my eyes dropped down she quickly put her hands in her lap.  “Ah, ah, ah,” she teased, “You don’t get to see that until we make love.”

“Mom needs to know how sexual everyone else in this family is,” she continued, “Well, except Daddy, of course.  I don’t think he even touches his dick unless it’s to wash it or go pee.”  I smiled and nodded my head.  I was becoming very impressed with my sister’s grasp of everything that was going on in our family.  I also learned that she knew even more than I did.  “But Daddy isn’t here so this is the perfect time to let Mom know she is more like her kids than she thinks she is.  To make her one of us.”

More like her kids?  Make her one of us?  “Are you telling me Janie is sexually active,” I asked about my youngest sister who just turned 12 a few days before.

“Well, she is as ‘sexually active’ as I am and I’m still a virgin,” she giggled since I was apparently so clueless.

Becky might have still been technically a virgin in that she had never had a cock inside her pussy, but she was extremely sexual in every other way I could think of.  She spent the night in my friend’s bed while he was fucking his little sister almost every time she went to their house for a sleepover.  Even if she never actually had his cock inside of her, he and his sister would both be fingering Becky’s pussy at the same time while they fucked.  And although she never gave him a blowjob she would let him come on her face when his little sister did.  My friend told me that Becky was very determined about saving her mouth, pussy and, in spite of what she had told me earlier, her bottom for my cock.  So I was convinced my sister was unlike any other teen virgin on the planet.

“Janie is barely 12 years old.  What does she know about sex?” I asked.

“I think she plays with herself even more than you and I do and has been doing it for years.  Once we were watching a Backstreet Boys concert on HBO.  She asked me if she was weird because she would touch her pussy when she looked at the Nick Carter poster on her wall.  She said she really liked the way it made her feel.  Remember, Janie was only 7 when we saw that concert.  She thought she was the only one who touched her privates until the ‘magic feeling’ happened.  I told her everyone plays with themselves.  So she asked me if Mommy does and I said I’m pretty sure she does it a lot considering who she’s married to.  But she didn’t get the joke.”

“Mom masturbated last night for the first time since she was about your age,” I interrupted.  “And she wasn’t even sure if she came or not.”

“Mom played with her pussy in front of you?!” my sister asked excitedly.

“Yes and no.  She waited until I was asleep so I didn’t get to watch her doing it.”  I could hear the disappointment in my voice.

“Sorry, that really sucks,” Becky said to console me.  “But hey, by the time we’re done with her she is going to be doing it all the time.  So anyway, I told Janie it was perfectly normal for her to touch her pussy.  That’s when she asked me if you ever play with your penis.  Like we do with our pussies.  I told her you probably do it almost as much as she does.  Then she asked me if I thought you’d ever let her watch you while you play with your dick.  To be honest I wouldn’t mind watching that with her. You know how much I enjoy it.”

The idea of beating off for my two sisters had never once occurred to me but I was very intrigued by it.  And judging by my cock’s reaction it liked the idea a lot.

“We need Janie to be in on this if it’s going to work,” Becky continued, “So if she agrees then that’s what I’m going to promise her.  That you will jack off for her.  I’m guessing she will also want to rub her pussy while you’re doing it.  And I was serious about wanting to be there too.”

“If you get Mom to willingly fuck me I’ll promise to do anything you girls want me to do.”  I sincerely meant it when I said that.  After the incredible night I had spent with Mom and sitting there with Becky who is wearing one of my mom’s sexy nighties while she’s telling me she can make my ‘dream date’ come true was making me so fucking horny.  And as she usually did, my sister knew this just like she always seemed to know everything else.  When she finished telling me about our little sister Becky asked me if I wanted to ‘play’ together.  Although we had never fucked, Becky and I had been masturbating together since we were in middle school.  I suppose it was a natural progression from playing doctor when we were little kids to when we were old enough to know why we enjoyed playing doctor so much.  We were also two very enlightened children because we always took turns as the patient being examined.  Becky was usually the one to ask if I wanted to and when she did, she always called it “play”.  So the word evolved into our euphemism for mutual masturbation.  I moved over to the bed and she slid up next to me.  We pleasured our genitalia as she told me what her big plan was.

After her shower Becky had gone to our mom and told her that she wanted to stop wearing clothes when she’s home.  Mom asked her why on earth she would ever want to do that and Becky told her it’s because she thinks clothing is unnatural and unhealthy.  My sister was always going through some kind of health fad so her newest one didn’t seem as strange to my mom as one might think it would be.  That was just the way Becky was.  A girl who became a vegetarian before she turned vegan.  And then after that, all she would eat was red meat.  Then she started power walking which turned into running two or three miles every day.  That was also when I first noticed how smoking hot her body was getting.  Mom didn’t think Becky was thinking her newest health kick through.  She asked my sister if she really thought she’d be comfortable being naked all the time when her father and brother were also in the house.  “Most teenage girls would be mortified if they knew their male relatives could see their breasts and bottom and vagina.  Are you sure that you really want to do this?”

When Becky told her yes, she honestly didn’t care if I saw her naked, our mother asked, “What about your father seeing you without any clothes on?”  Becky said she wasn’t worried about that because he never seems to even notice when she’s in the same room with him.  She told my mom that when she was 15 she had once come out of the bathroom naked after taking a shower because she didn’t think anyone else was home.  But half way to her bedroom our dad came from the kitchen and met her in the hallway.  “It was like he was totally clueless that I didn’t have any clothes on, Mom!  He said to me, ‘Hi, Beck, just stopped in to get some papers for work that I forgot to take with me this morning.’  Then he continued down the hall to his study!  How does a grown man not even notice that a 15 year old girl is completely naked?  And I have the kind of body that guys notice…I mean really, really notice.  Except to Dad I was just someone he has to say hi to before he can get to where he really wants to be.”  Apparently Mom kind of nodded her head when Becky said this as though Mom knew from personal experience exactly what Becky was talking about.  

But our mother was still skeptical so she asked Becky if she was sure she didn’t want to try wearing just a t-shirt and her panties all day first.  Like she always did at breakfast in the morning.  That’s when Becky told Mom she knew about our mother’s growing collection of new nighties.  Before Mom could ask her how she knew about those, Becky quickly asked if Mom would help her to pick one out that she could wear for the rest of the day.  Because it would be close to being naked without actually being naked.  And she quickly added that she wanted Mom’s help because she has such great taste.  So the two of them selected the one Becky was wearing while we masturbated together in my bedroom.

When Becky finished telling me about how her plan would practically guarantee that Mom would be my willing lover, she couldn’t resist throwing in something she knew would make us both come.  “Do you think you’re going to be able to handle seeing me and Janie naked all the time?  I mean, every morning and every evening?”  That thought was all it took for my building orgasm to hit me like a speeding train.  And the idea that her big brother would see her naked all the time pushed Becky over the edge as well.  We lay together on my bed after our orgasms and I told my sister, “I think what you’ve come up with might just might work.”  I put my arm around her neck and she rested her head against it while I playfully flicked my finger on her puffy nipple.

Several minutes later my sister kissed me on the cheek and climbed off my bed.  She said wanted to see if Janie was home yet so she could tell her I had agreed to jack off for her if Janie did something for me first.  When she turned around for one last look at my softening cock she caught me checking out her ass and wiggled it for me.  Maybe I will have to fuck her too after all, I thought, she is so goddamn gorgeous it would be a waste not to.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful although I couldn’t stop worrying that Janie might say no to helping us execute Becky’s plan.  I agreed with Becky that we needed Janie if it was going to work.  But our sister knew Janie better than I did and she was confident that Janie would do anything to have me beat off for her.  I was also nervous that if I actually followed through on my threat and went into my mom’s bedroom at 8 o’clock that evening she would still be dressed.  Then what?  Did I really intend to spend the night making love to my sister just to punish my mom for not letting me fuck her?  And if I did that I knew everything we’d done since I surprised her naked outside her bathroom would come to an abrupt end.  No more going into her bedroom without knocking.  Her nightly trips to the kitchen to show me her latest sexy lingerie would surely stop.  And definitely no more full body massages or watching her bathing herself.  I started to panic when I realized Becky’s plan had to work.  Even if my consolation prize was having Becky as my personal slut, which would be a pretty damn nice prize, I still was obsessed with feeling my mom’s wet sex-starved pussy wrapped around my hard cock.

I spent the whole afternoon in my room because I didn’t want to see the eyes of any of the females in my house.  Just in case things weren’t going as planned.  When it was time for dinner I went upstairs and saw that my mom was the only one seated at the table.  She seemed to be deep in thought, but I couldn’t tell by the look on her face what she was thinking.  Except when she saw me she gave me a really nice, warm and welcoming smile.  Janie came in a few minutes after me and sat down in her usual place at the table next to mine.  I remembered how our seating arrangement started; after she was moved to a highchair she sat next to me so I could help her with eating.  And ever since she was always been between me and Mom at the table.  As always, we waited for Becky to join us.  I think she liked having all eyes in the room on her when she finally graced us with her presence.  As if on cue, she walked into the room wearing nothing but a smile on her face.  Janie immediately expressed her opinion of our sister’s new look with, “Oh yuck, Becky doesn’t have any frickin clothes on!  Mom, please tell her to go put something on!”  

I noticed Mom was deliberately trying to avoid looking at her oldest daughter so I wanted to lighten the mood a little.  “Not many girls could get away with wearing what you don’t have on, Becky, but you are definitely pulling it off well.”  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mom staring at me.  I continued, “I really like what you’re doing with your boobs.  But you should tidy up what you have going on downstairs, if you know what I mean.”  I made sure my mother was aware that I was looking right at her now when I said this to my sister.  She was very aware of whom I was looking at and her whole face turned bright red.

“Mom said she respects my choices and as long as I’m not hurting myself or others, I can do what I feel is right in my own home,” Becky told everyone at the table.  Janie looked at our mother to confirm that she had given her sister permission to be naked at the dinner table.  And anywhere else in the house she wanted to be.

“Becky,” it was obvious by the tone of her voice that my mom was trying to maintain her motherly composure, “is experimenting with how to express herself and her individuality as a young lady.  And I’m supporting her in this.  I wish I had been given the chance to discover who I am and what I wanted when I was her age.  I might be a completely different person today if I had been given the opportunity.”  Mom looked right at me and smiled.

“Well, if she gets to be naked then so do I,” Janie announced with her usual fierce stubbornness mixed with a believable dose of sibling rivalry.  She stood up and began to undress.  My mom looked at me, then at my youngest sister as Janie was unbuttoning her shirt, and then back at me.

“I’m not sure your brother is going to feel comfortable eating dinner with both of his little sisters not wearing anything at the table,” she told them while still looking at me with pleading eyes.

“It’s okay with me,” I said, “I think it will be a nice change around here for us to try something new.  And you have to admit, Mom, being able to look at two pretty naked girls while I’m eating my dinner is the very definition of new.  Yeah, I think I’m going to enjoy this a lot.”  My mom was now looking at me with daggers in her eyes.  Janie folded her shirt and set it on the countertop and then reached in back to unhook her bra.  I’d never seen a 12 year old girl’s titties before but when I did, I can only say they were definitely worth the wait.  Two small orbs just begging to be kissed and fondled.  Her jeans were next and it was perfect the way Janie hesitated before pulling her Pink Power Ranger panties down.  My sister should have won an Oscar for Best Actress the way she was playing her role in Becky’s plan.  I was absolutely captivated by how sexy a little girl’s pussy looked.  My youngest sister is a natural blonde and all she had was a dozen or so strands of almost invisible pubic hair.

“I see Janie takes after her mother. “ I couldn’t resist saying it.  “Becky, you really should talk to both of them about doing some grooming on your pussy.  You know, get some tips about what straight guys prefer when it comes to a girl’s pubes.”

Becky smiled and Mom looked humiliated.  Janie just looked down at her pussy and then at me and smiled.  “You like it when girls don’t have much hair?” she asked.

“Yeah, I do.  But don’t ask me why.  Maybe it’s because it is so much easier to find her treasures.”

Now Janie was positively beaming and my mother just started to eat her dinner without saying another word.  When I’d told my mom I was fine about eating dinner with my two nude siblings I was just playing out my part in the plan.  But as the meal progressed I realized how wonderful it really was.  Watching our mother’s face as discreetly as I could I think she was feeling envious of my sisters.  And maybe even a little jealous of the way I kept leering at four perfectly-shaped adolescent boobies.  It was Janie’s and my night to clear the table and wash the dishes after everyone was finished eating.  So while Becky and Mom talked about how healthy and good for you nudity is, Janie and I started getting everything cleaned up.  Except I did manage to break the four dinner plates when I hit them on the corner of the refrigerator because I was too busy drooling over Janie’s preteen body.  She looked like her older sister did when Becky was 12 years old so I knew she was just going to keep getting hotter and hotter.

Once Janie and I were done I looked at the clock to check the time.  It was already 7:30 so I went to my room and changed into a pair of cotton loungers and an expensive t-shirt that Mom had given me for my birthday.  Whenever I wore it she would tell me it’s her favorite and that the color makes me look very handsome.  I went back upstairs to the family room and found my sisters still buck naked watching TV.  “Where’s Mom?” I asked.

“She said she had something to do in her room,” Becky replied with a frown.  “I don’t think my plan is working.”

“But Greg still has to play with his penis for me, right?” Janie asked Becky and then looked at me.  “Right?  That was our deal.  Except I like not wearing any clothes.  Ever since I took them off Greg’s been looking at me like he does you and Mom.  I really like being naked.”

“That’s the deal,” I reassured Janie, “You did your part so I’ll do mine.”  I looked at Becky.  “I think your plan might be working perfectly.”  She smiled but also looked very puzzled.  She didn’t know anything about the ultimatum I’d given our mother that morning.  I went to Mom’s bedroom and found the door closed so I opened it without knocking and went in.

Mom was sitting in her chair by the window in the dark.  My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet from the well-lit hallway so I couldn’t tell if she was naked or not.  She stood up and in the moonlight and I could see she was wearing her fucking robe!  But before I could say a word she opened it and let it fall from her shoulders so I could see she had nothing on under her bathrobe.  “I don’t want you going to your sister’s bed tonight.  Not because it would be wrong or immoral for you to become her lover, but because I’d be so jealous of her that I could never forgive myself.”  I had no idea what to say in response to this unexpected admission so I said nothing.

She crossed over to me and I took her in my arms.  Mom pressed her face against my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist.  I ran one of my hands to the back of her neck and let the other slip down to caress her bottom.  I cupped a cheek with it and pulled her up onto her tippy toes.  She let her head fall backwards until she was looking up into my eyes and we kissed.  It was a chastely kiss at first and then our lips parted and met again and we kissed as lovers.  Our tongues began a dance of exploration and pleasure and her arms closed even tighter around me.  There was no awkwardness or uncertainty in our kiss or our embrace.  It was as though we had been lovers for a lifetime.  For several lifetimes.  Our bodies swayed back and forth pressing together as one.  We slowly danced to the music in our hearts, a love song that only we could hear.  And we kissed and kissed and kissed again.  When she pulled away from me it was only to bring her hands to my chest and lightly push to indicate she wanted me on her bed.  I sat down, bringing her with me with our lips still locked together.  We shifted until our bodies were fully upon the mattress with Mom lying on top of me with her parted thighs straddling my waist.  My erection was pressed tightly against her sex.  I lost all sense of time and have no idea how long we rolled back and forth across her bed with her arms around my neck and my hand caressing her breast and nipple. 

When she again broke our embrace it was to plant light kisses over my chest and then my stomach before she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my loungers.  I rose up enough to allow her to pull them down until they were around my knees.  Mom alternated her soft kisses on each of my thighs until her mouth found my penis.  She began to kiss and lick it and lubricate me with her saliva.  Once she had done this I felt her hand wrap around my erection and she slowly and gently began to stroke up and down.  I felt her other hand cupping my balls and she fondled with them with such care it was as though they were made of the thinnest and most fragile glass.  I ran my hands through her hair and lovingly caressed her neck, ears and the temples of her head with my fingertips.  But I wanted to taste her so I sat up slightly and touched her shoulders.  We were so connected and in tune with one another she started to shift until she had moved her body over mine.  Though never for a second did she release her hold on my hard cock.  When she was lying on top of me with her thighs on either side of my head I deeply inhaled her passion and began to lap hungrily at her pussy.  She shivered when my tongue found her engorged clitoris.  Each of us was so aroused it only took a few moments of pleasuring the other before I sensed her approaching orgasm and she mine.  

I felt Mom’s lips around the tip of my cock as she continued to stroke me.  “Oh god, Mom, I’m going to fucking come so hard!”  Her thighs closed and pressed against my head as she whispered her desire to drink my seed.  “I’m waiting, my darling son, to taste my very first man.”

Through my closed eyelids I could see a glow.  When I opened my eyes I saw a sliver of light coming from the bedroom door.  It had been opened just a tiny bit and there was a set of eyes peeking in, watching our incestuous coupling.  Becky wanted to see what we were doing and I wanted her to see it.  It turned me on so much to know she was standing outside our parent’s bedroom door, naked as the day she was born, while our mother stroked her son’s cock and held the head of it between her lips.  With our mother’s pussy pressing against my lips and tongue in such an obscene and salacious way.

When the semen began to shoot from my cock I felt my mother’s whole body tremble and shake.  I quickly pulled the finger I was using to finger fuck her pussy while I licked and suckled her clit and replaced it with my tongue.  I felt her whole body go stiff when I slipped the very tip of this moistened finger into her bottom and began to violate her only remaining virgin hole.  I could hear the cock-muffled screams of the first real orgasm Mom had ever experienced in her life.  She eagerly sucked every last drop of cream from me as one climax after another exploded inside her.  Then her body was peaceful, almost lifeless, as she slowly tried to recover from the intense pleasure that had completely overwhelmed her senses. 

I felt her mouth swaddling my penis as it grew softer and softer.  Her arms were wrapped around my upper legs as though she needed to hold onto me because she was afraid to let go.  As I began to slowly remove the tip of my finger from her bottom she hastily reached one of her hands around and grabbed hold of mine.  “No, please leave your finger inside me…it feels so good,” she pleaded before pushing a little on my hand causing my finger to sink even deeper into her anus.  I thought about her ass never being penetrated by a cock before.  If Mom will never permit me to fuck her in the pussy because of some stupid reason like it’s where I had entered this world, then I knew I would have her bottom on my hard cock.  Her arm then went back to my legs and she resumed holding onto me.  I heard the latch click as the door was pulled shut and the only light in the room once again came from the windows.  My mom sucked on my soft cock like a baby sucking her thumb.  I could hear her quiet purrs while I ran my other hand tenderly over her back, bottom and leg.  Neither of us I wanted to leave but Mom thought my sisters might get concerned and come to check on what has happened to us.  So after an hour of lying together in the same position she reluctantly asked me if we could go to the family room.

“We can, but only if you don’t get dressed first,” I told her.  I liked knowing I’m the only man my mother has ever tasted almost as much as I wanted to continue in my new status as the man of the house.  I also had no intention of allowing things to revert back to the way they were before dinner that night.  I wanted to have the females in my family always naked and ready to satisfy my desires.  And eventually, my perversions.  Thanks to the wonders of the internet I had seen many things that I wanted to experience.

“I’m not ready for that yet.  Please let me slip something on first,” she replied.  I didn’t want to push her too hard so I agreed.  As soon as Mom lifted herself off of me I reached over and took her by the arm pulling her back onto to me, with her head against mine.  We embraced again and just silently laid there on her bed hugging.  I brushed my lips over her ear while my hand caressed her bottom before slipping between the cheeks.  I teased and played with her anus with my fingertip as our lips joined.  We kissed each other with such passion and longer than either one of us had ever kissed another person before.  She rubbed her hand over and over on my chest until it shifted down across my abdomen and found my reawakened cock.  “Are you always erect?” she whispered in a playful way like an innocent child might wonder if the stars are still up in the sky during the day.

“Mom, just thinking about you makes me so hard.  Being here with you in my arms means my cock will never be anything less than ready and eager for your touch,” I said as I continued to pleasure her anus.  For the first time I could actually sense a woman’s smile without seeing her face.  My mom insisted I go to the family room first so at least it might appear as though we aren’t together as a couple.  I could hear her breathing suddenly grow heavier with both nervousness and excitement as I climbed off the bed.  Mom reached over and turned on the lamp next to the bed.  A tiny squeal escaped her lips when she saw the tent poking out in the front of my loungers after I slipped them on.

“Oh my god, what are the girls going to think when you walk into the room looking like that?”  But I also noticed she did not or could not take her eyes from my groin.  I gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her everything is going to be fine.

“Guys my age are always getting hardons for no reason at all.  Becky has seen me hard lots of times.”

A very puzzled look crossed her face when she heard this.  Then as I left her I added, “It’s probably time for Janie to see one too,” and I could feel the daggers her eyes were shooting into my back.

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I found my naked sisters sitting in the family room watching one of those absurd teen TV shows on the Disney channel.  Except Becky was holding a croqueted Afghan blanket over herself that she quickly let drop from her chest when she saw me come in.  She obviously wanted me to see her breasts while also letting me know that she would remain covered from the waist down.  I’m sure she did this to remind me of her new rule that I don’t get to see her pussy until we make love.  Which was funny because I’d already seen it so many times before.  When she was an 8 to 11 year old patient of mine I was always very thorough in my gynecological examinations of her.  The only thing missing was a speculum.  Soon after we started masturbating together she held her pussy lips open for me and showed me where she is the most sensitive and how she likes having her clitoris stimulated.  When we do fuck I will probably be the most knowledgeable lover Becky will have in a very long time.

Janie was lying on her tummy on the floor looking up at her show.  When she heard her sister and me talking she turned over on her side and, with a very concerned expression on her face said, “Where were you, Greg?  You’re supposed to play with your penis for me.  That was the deal.”

“I will, Janie.  Promise.  But I was helping Mom with something and she’ll be coming in here soon so this isn’t a good time for me to do it.  Tomorrow you can come into my room and I’ll give you a really good show.  So good I’ll bet it will make you want to your play with your sexy pussy while you’re watching me.”

Janie looked down between her legs.  “You think my pussy is sexy?” she asked with a big smile on her face.  I nodded and told her I certainly do.  “I think all the girls in this house have very sexy pussies but yours is definitely the prettiest and sexiest!  I may even have to kiss it tomorrow before I beat off to show you just how pretty I think it is.”

I looked over at Becky.  She gave me two thumbs up and silently mouthed the words, “That was perfect.”

Before Janie turned back onto her tummy she asked me, “What were you guys doing in Mom and Daddy’s bedroom with the door closed?”

“Just some stuff,” I replied.  But Becky wouldn’t let me get out of answering her so easily and said, “I bet they were hanging another picture.  Did you get the nail in the hole this time?”  Her eyes dropped down to the tent in the front of my loungers.  I told her I didn’t even know what that meant.  Janie looked back over her shoulder, “She means did you put your penis in Mom’s vagina?  I know that’s what this is all about…why Becky and me are naked tonight and you’re in our parent’s bedroom with the door closed.  Because you want to have sex with Mom.  Except I don’t know how Becky and me being naked is going to make Mom let you put your penis in her vagina.”

Becky and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders.  “How in the hell did you figure that out?” Becky asked her.

“Easy,” Janie replied, “I heard Mom on the phone with Mrs. Reynolds when I got home today.  She was telling Mrs. Reynolds that she knows how much Greg wants to fuck her.  Except she didn’t mean it in the bad word kind of way but like when a boy and girl have sex.  Mom wasn’t sure that she should or could let him do that.  That’s when Mrs. Reynolds did a lot of talking while Mom listened and then Mom said she never considered that.  I don’t know what ‘that’ is but when she hung up the phone she sure was smiling.”

So Janie apparently knew about my quest to fuck our mother and her part in Becky’s scheme to help me do it.  She just didn’t understand how being naked was an important element of the plan.  Becky felt that if she and Janie were always naked then Mom might start feeling more and more comfortable with sexuality in general.  And hers in particular.  It would begin to seem natural to her that her daughters never wore any clothing in our home.  Just as my leering at them with an obvious erection all the time would become our family’s new normal.  I honestly felt Becky was onto something.  Because I was starting to suspect before dinner Mom that would be dressed when I went to her room at 8 o’clock.  But after the way my mom welcomed me into her bed, and into her mouth, real progress towards my goal was definitely happening.

I sat in my Dad’s recliner and waited for Mom to come into the room so I could gauge how well our new normal was working.  While I was sitting there wishing I could change the channel to something more interesting, I looked down and realized what was in front of me.  I had the exact same view up the insides of Janie’s thighs greeting me as I had of Mom’s freshly shaved pussy the previous evening from the foot of the bed.  Suddenly I didn’t care at all what was on the TV because the show Janie was giving me was better than anything I could possibly find channel surfing.  Becky saw me and said, “Jesus Greg, you couldn’t be more obvious if you tried!”  I just smiled at her and went right back to looking at my pretty gift.

“Did you get what you wanted?” Becky asked, “I peeked in but all I could see was one body on top of another in Mom’s bed.  I could hear you saying, “Oh god, that’s feels so incredible, Mom!” over and over but it sounded like Mom was gagged and suffering or something.”

I briefly looked up at Becky again and said I would tell her later and resumed perving at Janie’s pussy.  Damn was she ever making me hard.   And the way I was reclined in Dad’s chair anyone with eyes could see my erection trying to burst through my loungers.  Mom came into the room wearing my favorite nightie; the dark blue one with the plunging neckline.  She walked to the couch Becky was sitting on and as she bent over to move some pillows out of the way her bare bottom was exposed to my appreciative eyes.  I’m sure Mom was letting me know that her nightie was all she was wearing.  After she was settled on the couch she asked us what we’re watching.  Becky told her, “Well, Janie and I are watching Hannah Montana but I think Greg’s watching something he likes a whole lot more.”  

My mom followed Becky’s eyes over to the lewd tent my hard cock created and then up to see what my eyes were focused on.  Then back down to between Janie’s spread legs.  Becky giggled and our mom blushed.

“You two are terrible!” she told Becky and me.  But there was a lot of humor and delight in her voice.  Which is something we hadn’t heard in a long time.  Mom reached down and tapped Janie on the ankle.  “I think you might want to close your legs, honey, Greg can see your privates.”  While she was bending over the front of her nightie fell open fully revealing her breasts to me.  So all at once I could suddenly see Becky’s firm young tits, my mom’s slightly fuller and more mature tits and Janie’s still developing and very tasty looking pussy lips.

“That’s okay,” Janie said responding to our mother’s suggestion, “Greg told me I have the prettiest pussy in our family so I like it that he can look at me.”

Becky and I watched mom’s face for the irritation we were certain would appear about me even thinking to tell my innocent sister such a thing.  So what happened next was nothing less than amazing.  In a very sweet and calm voice our mother told my youngest sister that she happened to agree with Greg’s opinion of her pretty vagina.  She then added that her brother is a very lucky guy to have a sister who lets him enjoy it.  All three of us looked at her with astonished faces.  But no one said a word.  Mom just sat on there on couch with a nice, relaxed expression on her face.  Becky stared at me with wide eyes and mouthed, “I don’t believe it!”

A few minutes later Mom said she thought a glass of wine sounded nice and got up.  She looked at me and asked if I wanted one.  I’d never been offered alcohol by either of my parents before so I said, “Um, sure, that would be great, Mom.”  Then she looked at Becky and Janie and asked if they wanted anything to drink.  Becky told her she was good but Janie asked for some Dr Pepper.  Mom didn’t say anything else and went to the kitchen.  Janie has never been allowed to drink soda in the evening so this was also quite a remarkable departure from the old normal.  Once she knew Mom was out of earshot Janie rolled on her side again and announced that she thinks, “Greg and Mom are going to have sex tonight.  Mom’s going to let Greg put his penis in her and fuck her.”

Becky agreed wholeheartedly with Janie.  Then they both looked at me like they just realized very soon it will be time for me to repay two big favors.  I’ll be expected to take Becky’s virginity while we spend the night together making tender, romantic love.  Then, with my cock in hand, beat off for my other sister to satisfy a 12 year old girl’s bizarre curiosity.  And if they were right about the plan’s success I would be doing this after spending the night fucking my mom.

After announcing that I was about to become our mother’s lover, Janie rolled over until she was lying on her back.  She raised her knees, parted them and looked at me between her thighs.  Then she slipped both of her hands down to her pussy and leisurely began to rub herself without actually masturbating.  But it was so pornographically suggestive it was worthy of the best photo spread I’d ever seen in Penthouse.  Becky, who was not about to be outdone by her little sister, suddenly decided she was too hot under the Afghan blanket and tossed it off before lying face down on the couch.  She let one knee and foot drop over the side to the floor, effectively spreading the cheeks of her ass apart exposing both her pussy as well as her adorable anus.  Then, as though she was absent-mindedly tending to a sudden itch on her bottom, she began to run her hand over the cheek closest to me.  This caused her exceptionally kissable asshole to wink at me with every pass of her hand.  When our mother came back into the room carrying three glasses she stopped in the doorway and looked at her daughters.

“I swear you two couldn’t be more obvious if you tried!  If you want a man to look at you while you are doing something you know will turn him on,” Mom told her daughters, “and have him also believe everything you’re doing is purely unintentional…then you need to be a lot more subtle about it, ladies.  Scoot over, Becky, and watch.”

Becky lifted her other foot to give her mom some room on the couch.  Mom handed me a glass of wine and Janie her Dr Pepper and then took a big sip of hers before placing the glass on the end table.  She sat down on the couch and in a very fluid motion pulled her legs up until the heels of her feet were on the sofa cushion under her.  She deliberately kept her knees together and casually placed her forearms on top of them.  The way the hem of her short nightie rested on her upper thighs made it look to everyone in the room that she was totally unaware her entire pussy was on display.  Mom then nonchalantly picked up her glass of wine and took another sip.  What she did definitely worked on me.  I wanted to rape the woman at that very moment even if it meant doing it right there in front of my two sisters.  Although, knowing Becky the way I did and quickly learning how much Janie was taking after her older sister, I’m sure they would have enjoyed watching me do exactly that.

Becky was the next one to try Mom’s lesson in the subtleties of seduction and mimicked her mother’s moves and pose.  She pulled her knees to her naked breasts hiding her nipples from view.  It gave the appearance that she too, was oblivious to what the rest of us could clearly see between her thighs.  But 12 year old Janie went even further than her older sister and mother did in the tease department by sitting up and tucking her legs into a criss-cross applesauce position.  She then put one of her hands in her lap and cupped her pussy with it.  Using her other hand and arm she appeared to be trying to cover her budding tits, except one nipple was clearly visible between her spread fingers.  There were now three very desirable and fuckable females in front of me trying their best to one-up each other in how to drive their older brother, and son, mad with desire.  I already knew Becky and Janie didn’t stand a chance against their mother.  I wanted Mom so much and I was finally certain that she wanted me too.

The four of us had so much naughty fun that night.  My three sexy ladies all seemed to be vying for first place in a Who Can Make Greg Lust After Me the Most contest.  Secretly I was hoping it would eventually turn into some kind of incestuous orgy but I also knew that would probably never happen.  Just some wishful thinking on my part.  Once we all said goodnight we each went to our respective bedrooms.  I couldn’t remember ever being so fucking horny before.  

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I lay in bed thinking there is no way I can possibly go to sleep.  So even though I had already beat off in the shower twice before coming into my room I started stoking my cock again.  I had just spent the last few hours enjoying the sight of three pairs of very nice tits, three moist pussies and three extremely spankable bottoms.  All of them different yet all perfect in their own way.  For some reason beating off for Janie was what entered my thoughts when I began masturbating for the third time.  The idea of telling her that she has to kiss my penis to “make it hard” seemed like such a perverted trick and I loved it.  Then shooting my come all over her innocent face and her hair and into her mouth and on her little boobies gave me an idea – I wanted to cover her from the top of her head down to her pussy and asshole with sperm.  I stopped rubbing my cock because I needed to be sure to have enough for beating off on Janie many times.  So for the first time that I could remember I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep with an impossibly stiff erection.

A few minutes later I heard two quick knocks on my door.  Then it opened and Mom walked in and quickly closed it behind her.  I heard something quietly hit the floor as she dropped her robe and then slipped under the covers with me.  “I’m not completely comfortable with what we did tonight in my bedroom and out in the family room,” she whispered in my ear after we kissed passionately like the lovers we were becoming.  “It is too much, too fast for me and I need to take this new part of my relationship with the three of you a lot slower.  Especially this most recent immoral and very sinful intimacy that is happening between you and me.  Do you understand what I’m trying to say, my darling?”

“Yeah, Mom, I really do understand.  I won’t push you faster or further than you can go.  I am so happy that we just have what we’re doing right now.”  I placed my hand on her right breast and began to lightly pinch and pull her hardening nipple.  She put hers on top of mine and the other around my erection and gave it a teasing tug before letting go.  “I can’t imagine sleeping alone in my bed when I can feel your warmth against me.  But if you try any hanky-panky I’ll have to leave.”

“Hanky-panky?” I repeated with delight while trying not to laugh.  Mom teasingly slapped the hand that was playing with her boob.

“Yes, hanky-panky!  I know you understand what I mean.”

When I agreed to her terms for spending the night with me, we kissed goodnight and she rolled over onto her side with her back against me and we spooned.  I loved everything about it.  Holding her in my arms, feeling her breast in my hand, inhaling her scent, listening to her breathing…everything!  It wasn’t something I deliberately did but my erection found its way between the cheeks of her bottom.  Mom gave it a little squeeze with her ass to tell me it was alright for it to be there.

Then the door opened a second time and closed.  “Hey Greg, are you still awake?  I am still so goddamn fucking horny after what happened with Mom tonight,” Becky whispered to me in the dark.  “Can I get into bed with you so we can play together?  You don’t have to make love to me or anything…just play.”

I told her I was too tired and she was too late.  “I already took care of business in the shower.”  Now I could feel Mom’s buttocks squeezing my cock but it wasn’t to signal me that she enjoyed having my nestled between her cheeks.  Instead it was an involuntary reaction to being terrified of getting caught naked with me in my bed.

“Is it okay if I get into bed with you and play by myself?”  She just wasn’t taking the hint that I needed her to leave.

“Not tonight, Becky.  Besides, its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding night.”

“You mean the wedding, not the wedding ni…oh, I get it,” she giggled, “I really like that.  Good night and don’t let the bedbugs bite.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  The door opened and we saw my nude sister dart through the doorway and then it closed.  Suddenly Mom, the woman who was lying naked in bed with her son, his erection between the cheeks of her ass, turned into my mother again.  “Are you going to explain what just happened?”

Shit, might as well be completely honest, I decided.  No more secrets if Mom and I are going to have the kind of relationship I want us to have.  “Play is what we call masturbating and Becky and I play together.  A lot.  Not all the time, but at least four or five times a week.  We’ve been doing it for years.”  I felt my mom suddenly relax.  But then her ass mischievously squeezed my erection a couple of times.   And I gave her nipple two tugs with my thumb and forefinger in return.  I really liked this new nonverbal form of communication we were creating. 

I’m positive that if my mom had found out about Becky and me ‘playing’ with each other just a few days earlier, her reaction would have been nothing like it was that night.  I think she was actually starting to come to terms with how sexual her kids were and she was beginning to accept it.  Maybe because she finally felt like she belonged to a group of others that were just like her.  More like her than my dad ever was or ever could be.  Mom had a kinky and naughty side that she had always been forced to bury and hide.  A big secret part of her that my sisters and I had finally given permission to come out and play.

“I really love being with you, Greg,” Mom suddenly said out of the blue.  She put both of her hands on the one I held her breast with and pressed me tighter against her bosom.  “I love you so very much.  You make me so happy and you make me feel so desirable.”  She gave my cock another squeeze with her ass.  “You know, maybe you and I should start playing together.”  Mom felt my cock jerk with approval and I swear she actually giggled like a teenage girl.  “Apparently you like that idea, sweetie.” 

I was certain after she made that suggestion I’d be fucking my mom in the next day or two.  She fell asleep hours before I did.  I was simply enjoying having her spooning with me and holding her in my arms far too much to sleep.  

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When I woke up the following morning I was the only one in my bed.  Again.  Except after I opened my eyes I saw her sitting naked in my computer chair just staring and smiling at me.  I rubbed my eyes because she looked so incredibly beautiful.  So breathtakingly gorgeous.  She had the same glowing radiance she displayed the previous morning up in the kitchen.  But a hundred times more so.   She looked like a real life angel.  Mom’s legs were open with her almost bald pussy just beckoning for me to perv at it.  She lifted her feet and, after placing them on the end of my bed, she leaned back in the chair.  Her left hand went down between her thighs and she slowly began to rub herself.  “Good morning, my handsome prince.  I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.  I want to prove to you that your sisters aren’t the only girls in this house that can put on a sexy show for our special man.”  The way her voice sounded was so seductive and flirtatious.

I was having almost as much difficulty breathing as I was convincing myself this wasn’t just a dream.  I watched as Mom brought her other hand up to her mouth, kissed it and then blew me the kiss.  After that she slipped her forefinger between her lips and started slowly sucking on it.  She took it a bit further into her mouth before almost pulling it out.  Mom did this several times until I finally realized she was actually fellating her finger like it was a cock…like it was my cock!  Once her finger was very wet and glistening with saliva, she pulled it out and brought it to her pussy.  Then she looked me right in the eyes and let her finger glide between her pussy lips and started to fuck herself with it.  Her other hand went to her breasts and she alternated pinching each of her nipples painfully hard.  “Oh, oooh, oooooh,” she cooed, “My nipples must be tortured without mercy.  They need to be punished because I’m such a naughty mommy to be doing such a naughty thing in front of my son.  I think Mommy needs to be taken over his knee and spanked for being such a bad girl.  Mommy should be spanked hard!”

I tossed the covers off with the intention of having my mother watch me stroking my hardon while she preformed for my enjoyment.  But my mom, still finger fucking herself and punishing her nipples with the kind of cruelty I had only seen before in S&M videos, pleaded with me not to.  “I want to see your cock hard all day long and know how much you want to make love to your own mother with it.”

After hearing her tell me this, without even so much as touching my cock, I was sure I was going to come right at that moment.  And I did.  I began to shoot semen all over my chest and my stomach.  But the orgasm Mom had seconds later was unlike anything I’d ever seen before or since.  Or even imagined was possible.  I actually thought I was going to have to run to the phone and dial 911 because her whole body shook as though as she was having a grand mal seizure.  Or a heart attack.  Or something equally serious and scary.  Her head was tossing back and forth violently and then she started to cry.  Not a few tears falling from her eyes crying, but loud sobbing sounds like a widow at her beloved’s funeral.  And her body would not stop trembling and shaking.

Just as I was about to jump off my bed and race to her aid, her eyes closed even tighter and her head fell back until it was hanging over the back of the chair.  I was frozen with fear.  She half-laid there on the chair with her feet and legs spread obscenely apart in front of me as little aftershocks continued to cause her body to spasm.  When I finally realized the potential gravity of what I was witnessing I again started to move.  That’s when she opened her eyes and brought her head forward.  She looked over at me and smiled.  “Wow, what the fuck just happened?!”

Apparently my sexually deprived mom had just experienced an orgasm of legendary magnitude.  And even more remarkable to me was the fact that my mother had just used the F-word!  Things in my home were definitely changing.  Once she had recovered enough to lift herself from the chair she came to my bed and lay down next to me.  After resting her head on my chest she placed her hand on my shoulder.  Then she moved one leg over my thigh and I felt her dripping wet pussy pressing up against me as close as she could get it.  “What are you doing to me, Greg?  You’re changing me in ways I can’t even begin to understand or comprehend.  I didn’t know this even woman existed.  God I love you so fucking much!”

Like a typical male I started to say the most inappropriate thing I could say right then.  I was going to tell my mom how much I desired her and wanted to feel my cock inside her pussy.  But I caught myself and instead I told her, “I love you too, Mom.  More than I can possibly say with words.”

I sensed her pushing even harder against me and then I felt a single tear fall on my chest.  I had just told my mom what she needed to hear the most.  I guess I was changing too.  Although not entirely.  I moved my hand from her bottom and dipped a finger in her pussy for lube and then I inserted the tip of it into her asshole.  And once again my mom surprised me by her reaction to this.  “Mmmm, that feels so nice, sweetie,” she purred before wiggling her bottom and lifting it just a bit higher to signal her approval.

After laying there for awhile Mom looked at the clock on my bedside table and whispered that we probably ought to get out of bed and make some breakfast.  In spite of what happened in the family room the previous evening she still didn’t think my sisters knew about us.  About the dramatic change in our mother and son relationship.  When we were in the shower together we took turns running our soapy hands over the other’s body.  I could tell how much Mom enjoyed the way I paid so much attention to making sure that her boobs, pussy and bottom were squeaky clean.  And I certainly was thrilled with my mother’s equal devotion and thoroughness when it came to washing my cock, balls and ass.  We also took turns drying each other off.  As I was toweling her I told my mom that we would shower together every day from now on.  I added that I intended to do a thorough inspection of her after our shower and I didn’t want to find a single hair below her ears.  When I asked if she remembers telling me that a naughty mommy should be taken over my knee and spanked, she smiled and nodded her head.  “Well, if I find even one hair your body you will be punished.”

Suddenly a very serious look came to her face.  Mom lowered her eyes, stood up straight with her hands and arms at her side and replied, “Yes Sir, you’re the boss.”  That’s when I realized that maybe I had been too shortsighted in my goal of just getting my cock into her pussy and fucking her.  I could make my own mother my obedient slave.  Although to accomplish this I had to start thinking long-term instead of only about my immediate sexual gratification.  I had to take small, carefully planned and implemented steps until one day she would think it’s the most natural thing in the world to do whatever I commanded her to do.  Without even considering for a second that refusal is an option.

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As I followed her up the back stairs to the kitchen I was watching her ass and how that damn robe may as well be a fucking nun’s habit.  God did I ever hate that thing.  But she insisted she had to wear something and it was the only thing available at the time.  We found Janie already up and sitting at the table reading the comics in the morning newspaper.  She was completely naked and seemed quite comfortable about it.  Like it was the way she always came to the breakfast table on the morning.  Janie looked up when our mother and I came into the room and the first thing out of her mouth was, “Jeez Mom, what happened to you?”

My mom’s face went white.  “What do you mean, what happened to me?”  I could see her tensing up as she protectively pulled her robe tighter around herself.

“You look, I dunno, you look so…you look so happy,” Janie said before her eyes dropped back down to the comics in front of her.  Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips.  A full and very passionate kiss.  I untied the belt on her robe and opened it and slipped my arms around her waist.  I grabbed her by her bottom and lifted her up until her groin was rubbing against my erection.  She wrapped her legs around my hips and we kissed and kissed.

“Am I interrupting something?” we heard Becky’s voice asking as she walked towards us from the bathroom down the hall.  We ignored her and just moved against the wall giving her enough room to get by.  As she passed we heard her say, “One down, two to go.” and she disappeared into the kitchen.  It was enough to break the spell my mom was under and she quickly dropped her legs until she was standing on her feet again.  But she kept her arms around my neck and her tummy pressed against my hard cock.  She looked up at me and asked me what Becky meant by that.  Even though I had a good idea I didn’t want to tell her.  Except this would be breaking the pledge I’d made to myself of being completely honest with Mom about everything. 

I took her by the hand, lead her into the family room and then to the couch.  When she sat down I noticed she hadn’t bothered to close the front of her robe or cross her legs so her pussy and breasts remained completely exposed.  I looked at her tits while I started to tell her about Becky’s plan.  Once I finished filling her in on everything her reaction wasn’t at all what I was expecting.  “So the girls are running around here naked because they wanted to help you.  Becky thought if they did this it would make me want to sleep with…to fuck you?”

I nodded my head.

After a very long, thoughtful pause Mom slapped her hands on her knees and smiled.  “That has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.  Your aunts would never have helped me to accomplish anything even close to that.  But I can’t help wondering how you can have such a powerful influence over all the women in this family.  Uh, never mind, I guess I do actually.”  She winked at me.  “So if we fuck then you have to be Becky’s first lover?  She wants you to be the one she gives her virginity to?  And you also have to masturbate for Janie?  And if Becky’s plan works then I have to share you with your sisters?”

Again, I nodded.  “But just once and then I’m all yours.”

Mom sat back on the couch with an amused expression on her face and looked at the blank TV screen across the room.  I just continued to stare at her tits watching her nipples getting harder and harder.  After several minutes had passed mom finally broke the silence, “What would you like for breakfast, Sir?”  She got up off the couch leaving her robe behind and headed for the kitchen.  “Do eggs and bacon sound okay?”

“That sounds perfect,” I answered as I followed behind watching Mom swaying her hips in a very enticing and sexy manner.  We walked into the kitchen and I took my usual chair next to Janie while Mom went to the refrigerator and pulled out the egg carton and a package of bacon.  Becky looked at our naked mother and then at me.  But Janie eyes were glued to the tent in the front of my loungers and I noticed her legs went just a little further apart.  Mom crossed over to stovetop and placed the skillet on one of the burners.  Even though she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, the way she moved and carried herself one would never suspect just how out of the ordinary this was.  While the pan was heating up she turned around and folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the counter.  It was quickly noted by my sisters that the tiny patch of hair over Mom’s pussy was gone.  “Greg told me everything.  About how you girls are helping him to have sex with me.  And what you want from him if he’s successful.”

The look of shock and betrayal in Becky’s face was clearly visible and she started to say something.  But I guess she decided to hear what Mom had to say because she quickly closed her mouth and her eyes went from me back to our naked mother.  Once she had everyone’s undivided attention Mom continued, “I would like Greg to wear a condom when he takes Becky’s virginity.  I would also like him to masturbate for Janie in the family room.  That is something we can all enjoy together.  Is that alright with you?”

It was clear who she was asking because Mom was looking directly at me as though my sisters weren’t even in the room.  Then I felt two more sets of eyes watching me and waiting for my answer.  Janie put her hand on my leg and said, “Please, Greg, say yes.”

When my mom saw her do this she smiled at me.  “You’re in charge now and we’ll do whatever you decide.  Right girls?”  Both Becky and Janie nodded their heads.  I was still unsure what exactly happened but suddenly I was the Lord of the Manner.  And I wondered just how far my authority went.  What exactly could I command my mom and sisters to do?  “I won’t wear a condom because I don’t like using them.  If Becky gets pregnant I’ll deal with that in the way I choose is best.  But she should get some birth control pills because I might want to sleep with her now and then.  So you and Becky will need to make a doctor’s appointment as soon as possible.”

Mom just nodded her head and Becky grinned at me.  “I like the idea of beating off for Jane in front of you and Becky.  But I also want to kiss her pussy and lick her asshole so she will need to have a really good, hot bath first.  I think I’ll personally take care of doing that myself.  For the first time I’ll play my cock because that’s what masturbation means.  Then after that I’ll have either you or Becky do it for me.  I intend to cover Janie’s face, boobies, pussy and ass with my sperm.”

Janie was grinning from ear to ear and Mom just kept nodding her head, “Whatever you want, Greg, is the way it will be.  May I put my apron on, please?”  When I gave my mother permission to wear her apron I told it is only to be worn while she is cooking.  She said she understood and after it was on she turned around and began to make our breakfast.

While the four of us were enjoying the delicious meal Mom had prepared and served, the kitchen grew darker and darker so I had Becky switch the light on.  Then we could hear sheets of rain begin to pour down and pound against the roof.  Looking outside it was clear that the day was going to be a perfect one for exploring all the perverse thoughts racing around inside my head.  There’s something about a cold, rainy day that makes staying indoors so much nicer.  So far Mom hadn’t balked in the slightest about anything I said the four of us would be doing soon.  If anything, my Mom and sisters seemed to be looking forward to experiencing this new normal for our family as much as I was.  And as much as I loved and adored each of them, I also knew how I would use and abuse them for my pleasure and enjoyment.  They seemed to intuitively know this as well.

After we finished breakfast Becky and Janie started cleaning up the kitchen.  I told them that once they were finished I wanted my girls…my sexy slave girls, I quickly corrected myself…to meet me in the family room.  Then I had the three of them form a row from the tallest to the shortest.  First Becky and then Mom and then Janie.  I told Becky to go put on the same nightie she was wearing when she came into my room the day before.  And off she went without saying a word.  I instructed my mom to put on Becky’s favorite pink t-shirt and bring a pair of scissors with her when she came to the family room.  But unlike Becky mom responded with a very serious, “Yes Sir,” before she disappeared down the hallway.  Then I looked at Janie who was eagerly awaiting her turn for my instructions.  I told her I wanted her to go to the family room and close all of the curtains and light some candles.  “Not too many, just enough to create the right atmosphere.”  She looked at me with a puzzled expression so I told her to just do her best.  I also let her know that I would be fucking Mom in a few minutes and then Becky that night.  So I would give her a bath later in the afternoon and then again in the morning.  “After your morning bath I will beat off for you.  And on you.”

“Okay Greg…I mean, Yes Sir,’ she responded before heading to the family room.  I was grateful Mom had insisted on my not beating off earlier down in my bedroom.  Because even though I did climax all over myself I felt like I had enough left to come as many times as I needed to fulfill all of my incestuous desires.  In the next 18 hours I intended to fuck my mother, then take my sister’s virginity and finally to cover Janie’s young, innocent flesh with her brother’s sperm.

I marveled at how things had changed in such a short amount of time.  Just an hour and a half ago I was thinking about how slowly and cautiously I needed to proceed to get to this point.  Even if I didn’t actually believe in a million years that it would happen.  I was totally expecting it to take several days just to build up to the next level in my relationship with Mom after she masturbated for me that morning.  A level where she would finally invite me into her pussy instead of just her mouth.  But being completely honest with her about Becky’s plan after Janie told her how happy she looked sped everything up significantly.  The impossible suddenly became not only possible, but it was actually happening.  I knew Becky would do anything I told her to because that’s the kind of relationship we’ve always had.  Yet I never imagined that once Mom made the conscious decision to surrender herself to my control she would gladly and willingly bring my sisters along for the ride.  To give me absolute and unquestioning authority over the three of them.  I was beginning to understand the power of making a woman feel worshipped and loved unconditionally and desired above all else.  Which came quite easily to me since that was exactly the way I felt about my mom.  I went and poured myself a glass of wine and walked to the family room.

As soon as I entered I was impressed with what Janie had done with it.  The ambiance of the room was completely altered by the closed curtains blocking out all daylight so the only illumination was provided by five scented candles.  One of James Taylor’s CDs was playing on the stereo and he was singing about being there for you if you call his name.  Janie had taken all the cushions off the couch, laid them out on the floor in the middle of the room and then tossed a very thick fluffy duvet over the top.  She was sitting criss-cross applesauce in the corner under the TV with her thumb in her mouth.  I had no idea she was still sucking her thumb at her age but it looked fucking hot as hell to see a naked girl with small budding breasts doing it.  Mom came in a few minutes later wearing a very tight pink t-shirt with the words ”Hot Stuff” printed vertically on the front of it.  The shirt was too short to cover her belly button and it looked incredibly sexy on her because the style was so, like, totally teenage girl-looking to be one worn by an older woman.  Mom started to tell Janie that she was getting too old to suck her thumb but I quickly interrupted her.  “I like it.”

My mom immediately replied, “Yes, my darling, it does look very suggestive.”  She handed me the scissors with obvious curiosity in her eyes as to what I intended to do with them.  I reached up and took the cotton material over her right breast between my thumb and forefinger and pulled it outward.  I snipped a circle shape in the fabric and once I was done the entire breast was bare and exposed.  I thought about doing the same to the other one but decided it looked a lot sexier with the right tit naked and the left one covered.  I kissed her on the nipple.

Becky walked slowly into the room looking upset.  “When I found the nightie of mom’s that I had on yesterday it had dried drops of your come all over it.  So I hope it’s okay if I wear this one instead.  I want to look as pretty for you as I can.”  She was wearing the peach colored one that was so see-though it practically looked as though she had nothing on.  Becky was holding the matching panties in her hand.  “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to have these on too.”

“You are an absolute vision of loveliness in that one, Becky,” I complimented her.  I’d forgotten about that nightie because Mom had only worn it once for me.  To be honest I liked it a lot better than the other one.  “And I’m very impressed that you chose to check with me first about the panties.  Yes, please slip them on.  I’ll enjoy taking them off of you when the time comes.”

Remembering what I’d learned about women I added, “You look more beautiful and sexy and desirable to me than you ever have before.  And that is not an easy thing to do.”  The smile that immediately transformed her entire face when Becky heard me say this was magical.  After she stepped into the shear panties and pulled them up I motioned for her to come to me.  I took Becky in my arms and hugged her tightly and kissed her on the ear.  She put her arms around my neck and our lips met.  As our tongues came together I felt my mom’s hand rubbing my back.  We continued our kiss for several minutes until I pulled back just far enough from Becky to tell that she has to wait her turn.  My mother put her arms around Becky and me and then I felt Janie’s doing the same on our other side.  The four of us stood there embracing and hugging and I loved the feeling of so much naked flesh surrounding me and pressing against me.  “Okay Mom, it’s time for this family to give the neighbors something to really gossip about.”  The three of them laughed at that and we separated.

As I pulled my shirt up and off Becky stepped to my side and Mom moved in front of me.  I handed Becky my shirt and she folded it neatly and set it on the cushion-less couch behind her.  “Janie, would you do the honors?” I wanted her to feel special since she wasn’t going to experience her brother’s hard cock inside her pussy.  At least not today.  Janie stepped between me and our mother and pulled my loungers down until they were around my ankles.  When I stepped from them she handed them to her sister who then folded them and set them on my shirt.  Janie wrapped her fingers and wet thumb around my erection and experimentally rubbed up and down a few times while my Mom placed her hands on Janie’s bare shoulders.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Janie?  Doesn’t it feel wonderful?  Just think, your brother’s penis is going to be inside my vagina in a few minutes.”  Janie’s kissed the end of my cock before reluctantly releasing it.  I had my hand down in Becky’s panties rubbing her bottom when I asked our mother if she was ready.  Mom took my other hand and placed it palm side up against her smooth, hairless pussy.  Fuck was she soaking wet!  “I can’t imagine ever being more ready than I am right now,” she replied with breathless excitement.

She let go of my hand and I removed my other one from Becky’s bottom.  Janie was already sitting next to the makeshift bed she had created on the family room floor.  She was sucking her thumb and slowly rubbing her pussy.  Becky went to the opposite side of the bed and sat down criss-cross like her sister.  She must have heard me telling Mom about how hot it was to see Janie with her thumb in her mouth because Becky started sucking her thumb too.  With her other hand inside her panties rubbing her pussy.

“How do you want me, Greg?  Do you prefer me to be on my hands and knees or should I be on my back?” Mom asked.  “I want you on top of me.  I want my hands free to be able to touch and molest your sexy body all over.  And I want my sisters to have an unobstructed view of my cock as it slips inside your pussy.”

Mom nodded and waited for me to lie down on the bed.  Then she moved next to me on her knees and bent to give me a kiss.  “No Mom, we’re not going to make love this time.  This time we are just fucking.”

She nodded her head, “No love making.  You are making love to your sister tonight and you promised her that.  So I need to be a good girl and wait until it’s my turn in…in our bed.  Right now you are just going to fuck your mother’s brains out in front of her family.”

I could hear the sounds of two thumbs being enthusiastically sucked when Mom stated she was nothing right now but a hole for me to pound my cock into and fill with my hot man cream.  That she was my slut to use in any way I wished for as long as I wanted and desired her to be.  She straddled me with her knees on either side of my groin, took my penis with her hand and as she began to lower herself down she guided my erection into her cock-starved vagina.  It felt a thousand times better than I had dared to imagine.  She was as tight as any girl I’d ever been with.  My mom wanted me right at that moment just as much as I had wanted her since her first staring role in my favorite beat off fantasy.  But I had never dared to hope the day would actually come when my own mother would be putting me inside her.  Not only willingly doing so but desperately needing to.  With my two thumb sucking sisters masturbating themselves only inches away while they watched and enjoyed this incestuous joining.  And one of them was eagerly awaiting her turn to be fucked by me later that night.
