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The Guesthouse Stories Part 1.

I lived in a small mid-west town from my birth until the age of twenty-three when I went 
travelling in Europe. This story happened to me when I was nineteen. My parents ran a 
small guesthouse that took in some permanent guests and travelling salesmen. I say my 
parents ran the guesthouse; in fact my mother ran it whilst my father earned a living as an IT 
hardware engineer. This job meant that he was often away for a few days at a time. I 
therefore did my best to lend a hand, tidying and maintaining the place, to help my mother.

Let me describe my mother and myself. Mom was and still is a petite, attractive brunette 
with slightly boyish looks, enhanced by her liking for bobbed hairstyles. She is slim and 
naturally athletic looking being 5’ 4” and with a figure most twenty-year olds would die for. 
I myself am 5’ 11,” sandy haired, slim & fit. Nothing special to look at but generally okay, 
you could say. 

I considered myself to be heterosexual and had, by the age of nineteen, had a good deal of 
sex with a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. Generally I am happy with my own company 
but by no means a loner. I do however have a great interest in all things sexual and have 
from an early age. I enjoy sex magazines, porn videos and generally fantasising about sex in 
all its forms. I have never thought of myself as obsessed; I simply have the high sex drive of 
a regular young man. I suppose if there is anything unusual about me it is that I am a sexual 
hedonist when it comes to both viewing and fantasising about sex. For me anything goes; 
hetero, gay, lesbian, bi, consensual, non-consensual, and even bestial. The only exceptions I 
make are that I’m not into S&M or anything that involves children.

Anyway, back to the story of how the arrival of a new guest and subsequent events put all 
my fantasies into the shade. 

One Saturday morning Mom told me that a man had phoned to arrange accommodation on a 
semi-permanent basis. He was coming into town to do some contract work at a local 
surveyors office and wanted to stay at least three weeks and maybe longer depending how 
his work went. Mom said that she had told him a room would be ready for him that 
afternoon. She then told me his name was Peter and that she was going to put him in the 
attic room and asked that I make sure the room was all in order since it hadn’t had a guest in 
it for the last six months. I checked it out after lunch, opened up the windows to let it air 
through, fixed a broken bulb and generally gave it a clean through. Mom then made up the 
bed with fresh linen.

Peter arrived around four o’clock after a seven-hour car journey. He was in his late thirties, 
very slightly overweight but was clean and smart in appearance. However there was 
something about him, a look in his eye, the way he carried himself, something different but I 
couldn’t put my finger on it. He hadn’t even unpacked when he asked if he could bath to 
freshen up. I must admit that I thought this was a little strange. Most guests at least had a 
look around the house and yard, grabbed a coffee and chatted a little before settling in and 
taking baths, but not Peter; he wanted a bath straight away. Mum showed him along the 
corridor to the bathroom and I followed behind. I could see that Peter was taking a good 
look at Mom’s ass which I have to say looked pretty good in a pair of tight stretch-jeans. 
Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t make a habit of looking at my Mom sexually, it’s just there 
was no denying, she had a great arse!

Intrigued by the new arrival and knowing he would be in the bath for at least twenty 
minutes, I decided to take a quick look in his room and maybe sneak a peek in his bag. I 
didn’t make a habit of such things but just occasionally human nature gets the better of us all 
and on occasion I would take a little look at guests personal belongings. It told more about a 
person in a few minutes than hours of polite conversation over dinner ever did. I always left 
things straight and never ever took anything – it wasn’t about stealing, just being nosy.

I unzipped Peter’s bag, which was left on the bed. On top was the usual stuff; a couple of 
pairs of pants, three shirts, t-shirts, underwear and toiletries. I figured I’d find some porn 
mags since most of our male guests seemed to arrive with some late-night reading material. 
Sure enough there were a few mags that looked pretty interesting. At the bottom of his bag 
were two smaller zip bags. One was obviously a camera bag and when I looked it contained 
a compact video camera. The other was more intriguing; a small wash-bag. I unzipped this 
and looked inside. To my utter surprise it contained a strap-on dildo, about ten inches long. 
What in earth was Peter carrying a strap-on dildo in his bags when everything else about his 
belongings seemed so ordinary? 

I re-zipped the dildo bag and checked the clock. I had only been in Peter’s room for 3 or 4 
minutes; time to take a quick peek at the mags. The first was a regular sex mag, plenty of 
nice girls, all solo. The second was better. It featured men and women having really good 
hard sex with plenty of penetration and cum shots. I made a mental note to come back and 
borrow it one day when Peter was at work. The third and final mag was really different. It 
featured an older women, maybe late thirties or early forties, and a young guy. The text was 
a story board to go with the pictures and laid out that the women was the young guy’s mom. 
This was really good with the young guy spying on his mother and then getting it on with 
her in the kitchen. I had never really fantasised about incest but this story was really getting 
me hard. I couldn’t help thinking of my own Mom and what it might be like to fuck her. I 
had seen her tits when she was sun bathing from time to time but never anything else. I 
started to rub my dick through my chinos and felt the dampness of pre-cum in my jockeys. 
As I rubbed I just knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. I checked the clock 
again – fifteen minutes gone – Peter would surely be finishing soon and I had to get out of 
his room. Sod it just look at a few more pages, I thought. I was entranced and on the verge 
of cumming and I hadn’t even got my dick out. I quickly undid my fly, grabbed my dick out 
of my shorts and, massaging the pre-cum into the head jerked myself. I started to come 
instantly and buckets just spewed all over my hand. I hadn’t even prepared by grabbing a 
kleenex. In the back of my mind I knew I had to get out quick or be caught.

“Found what you’re looking for?” I swung round to see Peter entering the room with a towel 
round his waist and carrying his clothes. I had blown it in more ways than one. I instantly 
flushed with embarrassment. What the fuck could I say, caught with a fist full of cum in a 
guest’s room and his personal property spread all over the bed. I blurted out “Oh god, 
sorry… I couldn’t help it…I…I ” or some such crap. Peter remained unnervingly calm. “Do 
you always treat your guest’s belongings like this?” he said. “No, never….I just took a peek, 
and…” Peter cut me off and told me to stop mumbling. “You know I am going to have to 
tell your mother, and then find alternative accommodation, don’t you,” he said. “No, for god 
sake don’t tell my Mom, It won’t ever happen again, I promise, please don’t tell Mom,” I 
pleaded. I was still stood with dick in hand and cum dripping onto the floor – utter 
humiliation.

Peter’s mood then changed. He suddenly changed from cool to severe. “If you don’t want 
me to tell your Mom then you’re going have to make amends and that means doing 
whatever I say during my stay here. Do you understand?” he demanded. “Sure,” I said, “I’ll 
do chores for you, go shopping to the mall, whatever you want.”

“What I want is not fucking chores doing you little wanker, what I want is much more 
personal than that, are you still on for the deal or do I tell your Mom?,” he said. “I’m on for 
the deal,” I replied. I knew Peter would only be with us for a few weeks and figured 
anything he might want would be better than my Mom finding out what I had been upto in 
Peter’s room.

I went to cover myself and tuck my dick back into by pants. “You can start right now” said 
Peter. “Leave your dick out and drop your pants and shorts to the floor, Now!” he instructed. 
What the fuck! I couldn’t believe he wanted my to drop my pants and said, “oh come on, I’ll 
do other things, chores errands, you know.” 

“Not good enough, you agreed to the deal, now drop your pant or get out and suffer the 
consequences,” he said.

I knew I was lost. I fumbled at my belt and slowly undid it and my pants. They dropped to 
the floor. “And the shorts,” he said. I slowly pulled my shorts down to my ankles and then 
stood up covering my dick with both hands. I could feel it was beginning to get semi-hard 
again and didn’t want Peter to see that my situation was getting me excited. I could see 
Peter’s dick had started to tent under his towel and realised the situation was getting him hot 
to. 

Peter closed the door and removed his towel. His dick sprung up straight. It was a good 8” 
long and un-cut. Peter wrapped his fist around it and gently pulled his skin back and forth. 
“If you like to wank in guest’s rooms then you can go it again now,” he said. “I can’t,” I 
said, “I’ve only just come.” “Then you’d better work hard to come again for me, or the deals 
off,” he replied. I placed my hand around my dick and started to wank slowly. My dick was 
getting hard but the situation was making me nervous and I didn’t think I would be able to 
come. Peter obviously realised this and started to talk to me about the magazine he had 
caught me with. He asked me if I liked the incest story and whether it made me think of my 
own mother. Whether I had ever seen her nude and if I ever wanked when thinking about 
her. I said no, but just Peter saying such things had made me start to think of my Mom as I 
jerked myself off in front of another man and one that I had only met an hour before.

“Come on, you little slut fuck, wank harder, harder, milk yourself for me, I want to see you 
spray your cum again,” Peter said as he continued to wank himself faster. I could feel my 
own orgasm coming and was no longer trying to cover myself in anyway. I stood proudly in 
front of him, a total stranger, wanking for all I was worth and thinking of fucking my own 
mother. Peter obviously realised the effect the magazine had had on me and what I was 
thinking about. “So you want to fuck your own Mother just like the story do you?,” “You 
want her to suck you and fuck you and take your cum do you,” he said. “Yes, oh yes,” I said 
as I started to feel my cum rising. “Oh god I want to fuck my mother and spray her with 
cum,” I shouted as my cum started to spray, burst after burst across the floor. As I subsided 
Peter approached me and told me to kneel down. My god he didn’t want me to suck him did 
he. No, Peter just stood in front of my face and continued to wank. Coolly and calmly he 
started come and directed each spurt into my face and hair and across my chest. I realised 
afterwards that this was designed to add to my humiliation and his dominance of me. 

As I stood up, Peter looked at me and said, “Don’t worry, you will get to fuck your Mother 
before I leave, but it will be on my terms and in front of me,” he said. 

“I can’t, I can’t fuck my Mom ever,” I said.

“Oh believe me, you can and you will when I say so and you won’t have to wait too long, 
now get out of my room, I’ll shout for you when I want you again,” he said.

With that I gathered my clothes and ran quickly down the single flight of stairs to my own 
room, to get cleaned up and reflect on what had just happened. Did he mean it about Mom?


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The Guesthouse Stories Part 2.

When Peter arrived home from his work, it was about 4pm. My Mom was in the yard 
tidying up and I was in the lounge reading. As soon as I heard Peter walk into the hallway, I 
felt a stirring in my loins. I wondered if he would be requiring me to do anything for him 
today. In some ways I hoped not, I hoped that yesterday’s events would never be mentioned 
again. Another part of me however wanted him to take things further.

Peter opened the lounge door and immediately stopped me wondering. “I’m going to my 
room to freshen-up, be there in five minutes and don’t keep me waiting,” he said abruptly. 
With that he walked out of the room and directly upstairs. I waited a couple of minutes, with 
butterflies in my stomach and a sense of great excitement. I checked out of the window to 
ensure Mom was still in the yard and then proceeded up to the top floor of the house where 
Peter’s room was. I knocked the door and waited. 

“Come in,” shouted Peter.

I slowly entered the room and firmly shut the door behind me. “Do you want it locked?,” I 
asked.

“That’s up to you,” said Peter, “Do you want others to see us yet?,” he added.

The ‘yet’ got me worried again. Peter obviously planned at some time that what was 
currently our secret was going to be made known to others. Did he still have my Mom in 
mind? I decided to lock the door and having done so asked Peter what he wanted.

“Oh, nothing special today” he said, “just a little show from you and then we will talk about 
your Mother.” Peter sat in the single chair in the corner of his room, lit a cigarette and then 
told me to undress. I asked him what he wanted me to take off and he said that it was to be 
everything today. I removed my shirt and shoes and then unbuckled my belt and removed 
my pants. Having done so I stood quietly, hoping he would not demand I remove all my 
clothes, although he had already said everything should come off. 

“The shorts aswell” he said.

I pulled my shorts to the floor and removed them. My dick was fully erect already and 
straining with every pumping of my heart. 

“I see you like our little deal,” said Peter. He then stood up removed his own pants and 
shorts and sat back down in his chair. I could see his dick also fully erect and glistening; he 
was almost ready to come for god’s sake. Peter instructed that this time I lay on the floor to 
masturbate. I duly laid down a few feet from his chair and started to wank. Slowly at first 
and then gently speeding up. Peter also started to rub his own cock.

“Lift your knees and put a finger in your arse,” Peter instructed. I was truly submissive to 
this man and enjoying every moment of it. I raised my knees to my stomach and inserted my 
index finger into my arse. “No finger fuck yourself while you wank,” he said. Peter himself 
just continued to wank himself slowly and with great control. As I was becoming frantic 
with the lust of the situation he seemed to remain so cool and collected. 

“What are you thinking of?” he said, “Are you thinking of your Mother again?”
That’s exactly what I was think of, my own dear, gorgeous, petite, sexy, Mom. I was 
imagining fucking her hard and fast. I was imagining her screams of lust as she begged me 
to push harder whilst at the same time exclaiming how wrong it was that her son should be 
fucking her. I told Peter exactly what I was thinking as I pumped harder and faster.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I shouted, as I pumped a huge load of semen into the air and 
down onto myself. The first spurts hit my face and hair. The rest rained down onto my 
stomach and chest. I was covered. I started to raise myself from the floor but Peter 
instructed that I should remain on the floor. As yesterday he approached me and continued 
his own masturbation. He continued to pump his straining dick and then came in half a 
dozen long spurts. This time he directed it all at my crotch. My dick and balls were drenched 
in his spunk whilst the rest of me dribbled with my own. Once again Peter had made no 
attempt to touch me.

“Now stand up and put your clothes back on,” he said.

“Can I clean up first?,” I asked.

“No, put your clothes straight on,” Peter instructed.

I put my shorts, pants and shirt back on over the top of my spunk drenched body. It was 
slimy and sticky as I stood in front of Peter with the mess coming through in wet patches.

Peter remained naked from the waist down and sat back down in his chair.

“Now we need to talk about your Mother,” he said. “I want to see you fuck her and I know 
from your lust-full ranting that you want the same.”

I made no attempt to pretend otherwise, but said, “There’s no way I could ever make the 
move on Mom, what he she didn’t want it, the whole thing could be a disastrous mistake.”

“Don’t worry,” said Peter, here’s what you do. “Does your Mother ever tidy your room?” he 
asked.

“Yeah, everyday as she does the rest of the house,” I said.

“Does see know you read porn?.”

“I’m sure she does but as long as I don’t leave mags and vids lying around she says nothing 
about it,” I responded as my own spunk dribbled down my face.

“Right,” he said “take the incest mag I found you wanking over yesterday and make sure 
you leave it somewhere in your room that she will find it. You have to make sure however 
that you ‘strike while the irons hot’. I am taking tomorrow off work so leave the mag for her 
tomorrow morning and let me know as soon as she finds it.”

He then said that he wouldn’t ‘require’ me anymore today,. I returned to my room with the 
mag which I spent the evening ready over and over whilst fantasizing about what was to 
come and masturbating at least three more times before I went to bed.

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The Guesthouse Stories Part 3.

The next morning I thought about what Peter had instructed me to do with the incest mag. 
Should I leave it for my Mom to find? What would be the consequences if she genuinely 
didn’t approve of such material. I loved my Mom and didn’t want to upset our relationship 
just to do what Peter instructed. However the possibility that I might get to fuck my Mom 
was too great an attraction. I decided that I would do as instructed.

Once I was up I carefully left the mag under my pillow with just a corner exposed. I knew 
my Mom would find it but the thought of her reaction made me so nervous as to nearly be 
sick.

Mom usually tidied the house around 10am and did my room last at about 11.00. Just before 
11.00, I climbed the last flight of stairs onto the top floor from where I could look down on 
my bedroom door through the stair rails. From here I could also go to Peters room 
unnoticed.  

At just gone 11.00 Mom made her way up the 1st floor stairs and into my room. Once she 
was inside, I quietly made my way down the small flight of stairs from the 2nd floor and 
peeked through the door jar into my room. Mom was generally tidying around and then 
vacuumed the rug. My heart was beating so fast. She then approached my bed and started to 
straighten the covers. As she did so I saw her catch site of the mag and take it out from 
under my pillow. At first she just put it on the bed. Did she think it was just another porn 
mag? Would she simply slide it under by bed where she must have known I kept my other 
mags? I couldn’t believe the tension I felt.

Having finished the bed linen Mom picked up the mag. This was it, the moment of truth. 
Mom sat down on the bed and opened the mag. Oh my god!, I thought, my heart raced. 

Mom suddenly closed the mag. She had obviously quickly gathered from the text what it 
depicted – a young man fucking his mother. Was she too shocked? She looked over her 
shoulder to satisfy herself that she was alone. Just as I thought all was lost, Mom picked the 
mag back up and started to read.

I quickly retreated upstairs to Peter’s room and knocked quietly on the door. Peter answered 
the door and I immediately told him that Mom had taken the bait and was reading the mag 
as we spoke. 

“Excellent,” he said and led us both quietly back down the stairs to spy on my mother.

When we approach my bedroom door we could see that Mom was intently reading the incest 
mag. As we watched she raised her hand to her blouse and gently unbuttoned it down to her 
waist. With her left hand she started to caress her nipples through the material of her bra. As 
she read on she was clearly becoming more and more turned on. Peter nudged me and 
smiled. We continued to watch as Mom removed her blouse completely and unclipped her 
bra. She let it fall from her small breasts and place it on the bed. Both her hands were now 
caressing and pinching her nipples and she lay out stretched on my bed and moaned gently.

As Peter and I both became excited by the vision before us, we both got our dicks out and 
started to masturbate. I could barely keep myself form spurting then and there on the 
landing.

Mom then stood up and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them to the floor and stepped out of 
them. She lay back down on my bed and continued to read the mag whilst her left hand went 
inside her knickers and started to rub her mound. She then turned on her back and, raising 
her knees, proceeded to slide her knickers off with her moist cunt in full view of Peter and 
myself. She then pushed two fingers into her cunt and started to frig herself as she turned the 
pages before her.

I started to feel my cum rising. Peter realised and grabbed my arm. He whispered to me that 
now was the time. He prompted me to go into my room where my own mother was now 
frantically frigging herself to orgasm on my bed. My lust was at boiling point watching 
Mom’s show as I stuffed my rock hard dick back into my pants and walked boldly in on my 
Mom.

“My God!,” my Mom screamed as she realised, that like myself two days before, she had 
been caught masturbating in someone else’s room with no time to hide the fact of what she 
had been doing. She grabbed the bed linen around her and started to say over and over again 
how sorry she was and how she hadn’t meant to be doing what she was doing. “Oh god, Oh 
god,” she kept repeating.

I immediately sat down on the bed next to Mom and apologised for leaving my porn lying 
around. “No, no,” she said, “it was my fault for looking at your private stuff. I just couldn’t 
help myself, it was so sexy,” she said.

“You found that mag sexy Mom?,” I asked. “You liked the boy fucking his own mother did 
you?.”

“Oh god, yes,” she said, “I couldn’t believe it, the thought of something so naughty, so risky 
just got me so hot so quickly, I couldn’t help myself – I’m so sorry.”

I grabbed the bed lien and started to pull it from my mother. “It needn’t be just fantasy 
Mom,” I said as I slowly exposed her hot, naked body. Her pussy was still wet from her 
frigging and her tiny nipples were fully erect. She was still totally on heat. I dragged the bed 
line entirely off her and then leaving her fully exposed I stood and removed my clothes. She 
said nothing as I got naked and stood before her with my dick as ranging hard as it had ever 
been in my life. Pre-cum was pouring from its head.

“We can’t do this,” she said, “It’s so wrong, you’re my son!”

As she made this vain objection she parted her legs and exposed her pussy to me. It was 
literally dripping. Forgetting all about Peter I walked to the head of the bed and grabbed the 
back of Moms head. I thrust me dick towards her mouth and forced her lips open with my 
cock-head. She obliged and took my full length into her mouth and started to frantically 
suck. I was so turned on I cam almost instantly gushing my full load into her mouth so 
quickly that it dribbled from the sides of her mouth and dribbled onto her breasts. Her mouth 
was so full she was nearly gagging. As I withdrew spunk poured from her mouth onto her 
stomach and down onto her pussy.

I then positioned myself between my Mom’s legs and started to suck at her cunt. My tongue 
went deep into her body and she screamed at me not to stop. She was possessed with lust. 
As I got instantly hard again I position my dick head on my Mom’s pussy lips and started to 
enter her petite writhing body. I pushed hard into her and started to fuck her. She bucked her 
hips toward me to meet every thrust and clung onto my back with clenched fingers.

It was so quick, so frantic and so dirty. My own mother was reaching orgasm as I emptied 
my second load of spunk deep inside her body. 

Just at the moment of mutual orgasm Peter entered the room and my Mom screamed. “What 
the fuck are you doing here!?.”

Peter looked at me and said, “I told you your horning bitch Mother would love to be fucked 
by her son.”

My mother looked at me and swore, “You knew he was watching, you set this all up you 
bastard.”

“I m so sorry Mom,” I said, “but I just couldn’t resist you. You are so sexy and I had to have 
you whatever the cost. I needed to fuck you and I think you enjoyed every minute of it.”
Before Mom could say anything else Peter said, “Stop worrying, no one will ever know 
about our secret.”

“Our secret!” shouted Mom. “What the fuck were you doing watching?.”

Peter’s tone changed; “Shut the fuck up women, you fucked your son and I watched the 
whole thing. So now you belong to me as much as he does. If you don’t like that then just 
say the word and I’ll happily tell all to your husband. Otherwise get your precious son to 
explain the deal to you and I’ll see you both tomorrow.” With that he turned and left the 
room.



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The Guesthouse Stories Part 4.

My Mom and me both sat naked on my bed covered in the sweat of our first fuck together 
and in utter silence. Peter had made it clear to my Mom that he now considered her part of 
‘the deal’ and then simply walked out having watched our entire fuck session. I didn’t know 
where to begin and Mom seemed so shocked by what had just happened, between her and 
me and with Peter, that she simple sat there.

I knew I had to say something. I wanted her to know that I hadn’t set her up just to save 
myself from Peter ‘spilling the beans’ about catching me wanking. I had set her up, yes; but 
it was because I wanted her so bad, I thought she was the most gorgeous, sexiest women on 
the planet and the fact that she was my own Mother just added to the lust I felt for her. Sure 
Peter had driven the situation but I was a willing partner.

I started to talk and told her that I loved her and that I didn’t mean to do anything to hurt 
her. I just wanted her so bad and Peter had given me the opportunity. 

Mom interrupted me, “So what’s this deal you have going with Peter, have you done some 
sort of trade with me?,” she said.

“No, no,” I said, “I wouldn’t trade you like some $10 crack whore. It’s just Peter saw an 
opportunity to make it happen.”

“What opportunity?,” she asked, “Why and how the hell is Peter involved in this?”

I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about Peter and me. I told my Mom that Peter 
had caught me in his room going through his stuff and had kinda blackmailed me into 
subsequent events.

Mom said,“If all that happened was Peter catching you going through is bag then why didn’t 
you tell me, sure it’s a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through their personal belongings, 
but I wouldn’t have been too mad. I have to admit that on occasion I have done it myself,” 
she said.

Mom clearly knew there was more to it than just my snooping. I decided to tell her 
everything, from start to finish. For god sake we had just fucked each other, surely she 
wasn’t going to be too concerned that I had been caught wanking over Peter’s porn mags.

I started to recount the events that had led up to us fucking. Mom made me go into every 
detail, how I had re-acted, how I had frigged my self on command, how I had twice left 
Peter’s room dripping in spunk, and finally how this had led to Peter and I setting Mom up 
to find the incest mag and my fucking her. Mom was obviously getting turned on again as I 
re-countered the story. She asked me what it had been like to masturbate in front of a 
stranger, what it felt like to have Peter come all over me and to describe in detail my 
thoughts of fucking her as I had performed for Peter. As I did so right Mom’s hand started 
gently massaging her clit whilst her left hand caressed her breasts and nipples. 

“Oh god, it’s just all so sexy,” she said, “Just the thought of what’s been going on under my 
nose.”

I was getting hard again as I recounted my story. Mom grabbed by cock and pulled up and 
down on the shaft. 

“Fuck me son, fuck me again, please,” she begged. I lent across and inserted my index 
finger into her cunt and began to finger fuck her.

“How do you want me?,” she said.

I held her small hips and turned her on her stomach. “Over the side of the bed, doggy,” I 
responded.

Mom gently slid of the bed and onto her knees with her shoulders and arms stretched over 
the bed. I massaged the moisture left from our last fuck over the head of my cock and knelt 
behind her. Her cunt was moist and dripping my first load down her inner thigh. Her arse 
hole was beautifully exposed to me. I place my thumb against her arsehole and my dick on 
her pussy lips. Then I inserted my thumb into her beautiful arse and my cock into her pussy 
at the same time. Mom bucked at this double penetration, then relaxed and let me enter her 
slowly and softly. Once my dick was fully in her she told me to fuck her hard and fast.

“Hard, fast and dirty is how I always want our sex to be,” she said as I started to pump her 
frantically. “What we’ve now got together is never going to stop, not even when Peter is a 
distant memory. I love you fucking me and I want it to continue. Who knows what 
adventures we may have in the future together and maybe from time to time with our paying 
guests.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. Not only did Mom want me now, in the heat of the moment, she 
wanted to make it a regular thing. I hadn’t even considered getting other guests involved in 
the future but Mom’s mind was already thinking ahead.  

I pumped as hard and as fast as I could into my Mom with both my dick and thumb. With 
my other hand I massaged her little titties. She bucked and swore as she reached orgasm 
after orgasm. Once again I didn’t last long but that was the way Mom seemed to like it. I 
shouted that I was cumming.

“Not inside me!,” Mom shouted, “I want you to spray my back and arse with your spunk. 
Cover me with your juices.”

I pulled out and wanked the last few strokes to a fantastic orgasm. I couldn’t believe how 
much spunk I was producing. Spurt after spurt covered my Moms back and arse and dripped 
down between her thighs.

Mom rolled over and sat on the floor. “We must do whatever Peter wants of us during his 
stay with us,” she panted, “We can’t afford to have him talk to your father and spoil 
everything,” she insisted.

As Mom started to get up and gather her clothes I couldn’t resist taking a leaf from Peter’s 
book. “Don’t get dressed or cleaned up,” I said, “I want you to walk out of here and down 
the corridor to your room just as you are, naked and dripping in spunk.”

“I can’t do that son,” she said, “What if any of our other guests were to see me?.”

“That’s the whole point,” I said, “The risk of it all, and anyway we only have two other 
guest at the moment so the chances of being seen are only small. Now go for it Mom and 
don’t run, I want you to walk slowly down the corridor, dripping my cum all the way to 
your room.”

Mom did just as instructed and we both then waited in anticipation of Peter’s next 
instructions. Hopefully we would not have to wait too long.



………………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 5.

The next morning I went down to breakfast to find Mom in the kitchen making coffee. I 
immediately asked her if she had seen Peter and whether he had said anything. She said that 
the only person she had seen that morning was Susan Gray and that she was outside sitting 
in the early morning sun having some coffee. Susan was in her late twenties and was staying 
with us for a couple of weeks whilst attending a nursing seminar at a local hospital complex.

I kissed Mom quickly and whispered that I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the 
events of yesterday. 

At that moment Peter entered the room. He sat down at the kitchen table and Mom and I 
politely said “Good Morning.” We were both a little embarrassed because we didn’t know 
how Peter was going to treat us or whether we should mention the situation. My Mom 
passed Peter a mug of coffee and then wandered back over to the sink, which had a window 
in front looking out over the yard.

Then Peter spoke, “Has your son explained the ‘deal’?, he enquired of my mother. 

Mom sheepishly turned round to face both Peter and I, she glanced at me for approval and 
then said that I had indeed explained the deal and that under the circumstances she was 
prepared to go along with it under the condition that Peter said nothing to my Father.

“A very wise move.,” Peter said, “I’m sure neither you, nor your son will regret it and as an 
honourable man you have my word that your husband will not get to hear of our 
agreement.” He went onto say, “I suggest we start right now!.”

“What do you mean right now?, said Mom, “its breakfast time and I still have to tidy round, 
and Susan Gray is still here, and…...” Peter raised his hand to stop her.

“The deal is, as I am sure your son told you, that you do what I want when I want. I don’t 
tolerate excuses or objections. Now I shall ask you once again:- Do you understand and 
accept the deal?.”

Mom responded sheepishly that she did and that she would not argue with Peter’s 
instructions again.

“Right,” said Peter, “then as I said, we shall start right now.”

He turned to me and told me to fuck my Mother then and there.

“What on the kitchen floor?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “Standing at the kitchen sink. You will fuck her from behind, bent over the 
sink.”

“What if Susan comes back into the kitchen?” I said.

“That’s your risk,” Peter said, “Not mine. Now proceed as your are instructed.”

I walked the few paces to my mother who looked into my eyes and then submissively turned 
to face out of the kitchen window. I held her shoulders and could feel her trembling with a 
mixture of excitement and fear, presumably of being seen by Susan. I checked through the 
window and Susan seemed quite settled in the yard. I figured we had plenty of time and my 
cock was already straining to be set free from my pants.

“Lift your Mother’s skirt up around her waist and pull her knickers down to her knees,” 
Peter instructed, “Do not remove them!,” he added.

I did as instructed. My Mom stood quite still as I exposed her small arse and thighs to 
Peter’s gaze. I gently pushed her forward over the sink, unzipped my fly and pulled out by 
cock.

I looked over to Peter for his approval to proceed. He nodded slightly and I turned back to 
Mom and slowly pushed my cock head into her pussy. Her knees bent as I entered her but I 
grabbed her hips and lifted her back up. I then proceed to fuck her slowly and firmly. Mom 
was really too petite to be fucked over the sink, with each thrust her feet nearly lifted from 
the floor. This however made my penetration deeper and deeper. It was so good.

Mom started to ride my dick, pushing herself back onto me as I thrust into her. She moaned, 
“Fuck me, fuck me….,” over and over as my pumping increased in speed. I could feel my 
spunk started to build in my balls. 

Peter could see that I was building to orgasm and suddenly said “Stop!.”
“Take your dick out, I have a new game for you today.”

I pulled my cock out as instructed. 

Mom begged, “Please, not yet, don’t stop yet, please….”

“Oh, he hasn’t finished, don’t worry,” said Peter. “Spread your arse cheeks,” he instructed 
mom, “I want to see your arsehole, spread them wide..”

Mom put her hands behind her and grabbed her pert cheeks, spreading her arse as wide as 
she could. She was once again possessed by the situation.

“Now you will fuck your dear little mom’s arse,” Peter said.

Mom immediately objected that she was too small to take my dick up her arse. “It will never 
fit, it will hurt, please not my arse, don’t fuck my arse….”

I gently pushed her forward again. I knew from her reaction that Mom had liked my 
thumbing her arse during our fuck session the previous day. I would take it easy and gently 
but she would take my cock, whether or not she thought she could. There was a tub of butter 
on the kitchen dresser. I reached over and grabbed a handful between my fingers and 
proceeded to lubricate my dick. 

“Don’t worry Mom,” I said, “I’ll be gentle, just relax and enjoy it.”

“What if Susan comes in?,” Mom said, “What if she were to she us, what….”

“Stop worrying, lets just do it, its so sexy,” I said.

I proceeded to place my cock against Mom’s arse and started to push gently. She was so 
tight and tense but against the sink she had no where to go. Suddenly my cock sunk in to her 
arse. She yelped like a little puppy and asked me to go real easy. I gently and slowly pushed 
further in until my cock was embedded upto the hilt in my Moms little arse. Then I started to 
pump slowly back and forth. Mom was in ecstasy. She was writhing and moaning, “oh god, 
oh god, yes, fuck my arse, fuck my little arse, god I love it…” 

Mom orgasmed within a couple of minutes. Her pussy was dripping with her juices, so 
much that it was running down her legs and leaving wet patches on the kitchen floor. I 
started to get near to my own orgasm and shouted out that I was cumming. Once again Peter 
stopped me.

“Stop, take it out again,” he instructed.

“I can’t, I can’t,” I said, “I’m going to cum.”

“Take it out now!” Peter shouted, “You will do exactly as I say or the deals off and I ‘spill 
the beans’.”

I reluctantly pulled out again. I was ready to burst, my dick throbbing with excitement.

“Now,” Peter said calmly, “you will come in your mothers knickers. Pull them open and 
jack off into them.”

Mom’s knickers were around the tops of her knees as Peter had instructed. I held the top of 
the knickers and pulled them open to expose the gusset. I then proceed to jack myself. It 
took no more than three pumps before I started to empty my balls. A huge amount of cum 
shot and spurted in the open gusset of the knickers. So much so that it started to stain 
through and leek out of the sides. I pumped every last drop I had into them. I then collapsed 
back into a chair, exhausted and totally spent.

Mom was still moaning from her orgasm. Peter then got up and walked over behind Mom. 
She raised her head but look so exhausted herself that she didn’t seem to care what Peter 
was going to do. Peter, as usual, had no intention of actually touching Mom. He took his 
cock out of his pants and also jacked himself into Mom’s knickers. By the time he had 
finished her knickers was overflowing with two huge loads of spunk. Peter then did himself 
backup and sat down again.

“Right, now pull up your knickers,” he instructed.

“I can’t,” she replied, “they’re full of mess, it will get everywhere.”

I knew Peter would not take no for an answer and so did Mom. She looked at him and 
totally humiliated slowly pulled her knickers back up. Our spunk dribbled out the gusset and 
down her thighs. As she got them up you could see the stains appear as the cum spread 
around her pussy lips and arse.

I suddenly noticed that Susan had got up out of her chair, picked up her mug and was 
walking towards the kitchen door. Mom quickly pulled her skirt back into place and made 
for the hallway.

“Where are you going?,” Peter asked.

“To get cleaned up and changed before Susan sees me,” Mom replied.
“No you’re not. You will go about your business in the kitchen and offer Susan another 
coffee,” Peter said.

At that moment Susan entered the room. Mom asked her if she would like another coffee. 
Susan said she would and sat down at the kitchen table. Mom started to get her coffee whilst 
Peter and I watched in silence. We could both see the cum running down her legs and onto 
the floor. Would Susan see it? Would she ever guess what it was? 

At one point so much was running down Mom’s leg that she had to wipe it with her fingers. 
She then picked up Susan’s coffee and passed it to her at the table. Susan then obviously 
noticed Mom’s legs and was clearly confused as to what the sticky mess on them was. At 
that very moment she must have got a whiff of spunk and sex from Mom’s hand has she 
took the coffee cup from her. I was watching Susan intently. I noticed the sudden realisation 
in her mind of what it was on Mom’s hand and legs. She said nothing, merely thanks for the 
coffee. She the said the she would have to rush or be late for work, and then got up and left 
the kitchen.

“That was so embarrassing,” said Mom, “She saw the mess, she knew what it was..”

“So what.,” said Peter, “She didn’t seem upset, or shocked. I bet she’s in her room right 
now, imaging how you got cum everywhere and assuming it must have been mine. She 
would never even consider it was your own son’s as well. Now you go and get cleaned up.”

Mom then left the room.

Peter got up and walked to the door. As he left he turned to me and said “How would you 
like to see Susan fuck your Mom with a strap-on?.”

“You’re kidding,” I said.

“Then you’ll just have to wait and see,” he said and walked out of the room.

………………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 6.

Two days later Mom and I were sat in the kitchen in the evening, drinking some wine. Peter 
was upstairs and our other two house guests, Susan and John Jackson, a travelling salesman, 
were out. Susan at a bar with some of her nursing colleagues and Mr Jackson probably at 
some nearby strip joint. Mom and I had always thought him a little seedy but he stayed 
regularly, kept himself to himself, his room tidy and paid on time, so we figured whatever 
he did in his spare time was his concern.

Mom and I were quietly talking about the events of the last few days and, I guess, trying to 
make sure that each of us was happy with the way things were going. Mom said that she was 
concerned at how easily she found it to submit herself to Peters will, but at the same time 
loved being dominated by him during our mutual sex sessions. She said the fact that I was 
involved made her feel safe and that she liked the way Peter had never actually touched 
either of us. 

“But Mom,” I said, “What if Peter were to involve anyone else?, Would that spoil things?.” 
I had in mind Peter’s comments that he was going to get Susan involved in our little games 
and wanted to be sure how Mom felt about such things, without being specific.

“Oh, I don’t know about that, let’s just see how it goes shall we?,” she said.

A few moments latter Peter came into the kitchen sat down and politely asked if he could 
have some wine with us. Outside of our sexual encounters, Peter was always the perfect 
gentleman. You would never believe that he could suddenly become so dominant and do 
such things to us as he had done.

Mom poured him a glass and made general conversation. I could see that Peter was waiting 
for a moment to take things further with us and seemed to be getting Mom in a relaxed 
mood first. An hour and two bottle of wine latter, Peter bought up the topic of our kitchen 
session two mornings previously. He asked Mom he she liked my fucking her arse and both 
he and I filling her knickers with two huge loads of spunk. Mom replied that it had been 
fantastic and especially exciting with Susan only a few feet away, sat in the yard. Mom 
mentioning Susan pushed Peter on.

“And what about handing Susan her coffee with fresh cum on your hand and dripping down 
your legs?, he asked, “You knew she realised what it was, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” said Mom, “I knew, she knew and it both frightened me and turned me on at the 
same time.”

“Do you like Susan?,” Peter asked Mom.

“What do you mean ‘like’?,” she replied.

“You know exactly what I mean, would you have liked Susan to get involved the other day? 
What he she had said something afterwards, what would you have done.”

“I don’t know what I would have done, but I think I would have been happy for something 
to happen,” mom said.

“Right,” said Peter looking directly at Mom, “this is what’s going to happen next. I have 
decided that you and Susan certainly will take things further. You will have a seriously dirty 
fuck session with Susan and you will do it in front of both your son and me. Any problems 
with that?”

Mom said, “You assume that Susan will want sex with me and even more importantly that 
she will be prepared to do it in front of strangers and what about my boy? How on earth can 
I let Susan know that I fuck my own Son! No, no it really won’t work, its going too far.” 

“Trust me,” Peter replied, “by the time Susan is on the verge of orgasm with you she will 
accept almost anything and by that time it will be too late anyway, I will have you both on 
camera. She will have to do as I say. I have already considered a plan. Your son and I will 
pretend that we are going to shot some pool in town. This will be tomorrow night when Mr 
Jackson is out. I know Susan will be here because she told me she had some studying to do. 
Once we leave you will engage Susan in conversation and bring up the events of the other 
Morning. I shall leave it to you to take it from there. When things are getting going you will 
turn on the light in my room, which will be the signal for us to come back into the house. Is 
that all clear?”

“Yes, okay,” Mom replied, “I will give it a go but it may not work out.”

Peter seemed annoyed at her attitude. “It will work out. I remind you that you have no 
choice, so make sure you get it right and that you give us a good show. I’ll take over from 
there. Don’t you dare fuck up,” he warned.

When Peter had wandered back upstairs, mom said she had never been so nervous about 
anything and didn’t know if she could go through with it. “How can I fuck another women 
let alone tell her about us?,” she asked.

“Mom,” I said, “after what we’ve got into over the past few days this will be a breeze and 
like Peter said, once he’s trapped Susan on camera she’ll agree to the ‘deal’ just like we did. 
You know how good at this Peter seems to be. Go for it and I’ll look out for you, I promise.”

The next evening during dinner Peter made a point of mentioning that he and I were going 
into town later. After dinner, Mr Jackson duly went out and Susan excused herself saying 
she had some work to catch up with and that she would be in her room if anyone phoned for 
her.

Peter turned to mom and told her that it was now up to her to do as told. Mom latter 
explained to us how she had approached Susan:-

She said that Susan had come back downstairs to get some books she had left in the lounge 
and found mom sitting in am armchair. Mom had deliberately looked glum and worried in 
the hope that Susan would notice and ask if there was a problem. Sure enough Susan did 
indeed notice and had sat down on the sofa opposite and said, “Is something bothering you? 
You don’t look to happy.”

Mom looked as embarrassed and scared as she could act. “I can’t get the other morning, in 
the kitchen, out of my head” she said.

“What do you mean?,” Susan innocently replied.

“I think you know what I mean,” mom replied, “It was obvious that you realised something 
had been going on, I could see by the look on your face. Yet since you have said nothing 
about it I have been frantic with worry as to what you might do and who you might talk to, 
even my husband.” 

“Don’t worry,” said Susan, “Sure I realised as soon as I got that pungent smell from your 
hand as you passed me coffee that you had been having sex. I had already noticed the mess 
on your legs and wondered what on earth it might be. Then with the smell of your hand it all 
clicked! You had just had sex and since only Peter and your son were there it must have 
been with Peter. You must have cut it close. Your son could easily have caught you. Do you 
like living dangerously?”

“I knew you realised what had happened,” mom said, “Forget my son catching me, I nearly 
got caught by you.”

“But I was in the yard,” Susan said.

“I know, I know, but you see, well…we were fucking in the kitchen, over the sink right in 
front of the window. You could have come it at any time,” mom said, carefully leaving out 
the fact that it was actually me rather than Peter who had been in her up to the hilt of my 
cock.

“You really do like it dangerous, don’t you, well I can assure you there is no need to worry 
about me telling anyone, what you do is your business. I have to say I found it rather sexy 
when I realised what it was all over your legs and hand. Didn’t you even have time to 
clean?,” Susan asked.

“No,” replied mom, “you very nearly walked in on us. Tell me what would you have done if 
you had?.”

“Well I couldn’t have done anything, your son must have been somewhere in the house.”

“But what if he wasn’t, what if you had just caught me having sex with Peter? Would you 
have done anything?” mom asked.

Susan was beginning to feel a little sexy at the thought of what she had just missed seeing. 
“Well, maybe I would have said something or watched or…..who knows! You just can’t tell 
what might happen in a situation like that,” Susan said, “Its certainly a sexy thought, I have 
to say.”

Mom realised that Susan’s thoughts had turned to the events of that morning and that she 
was imagining the scene of mom being fucked over the kitchen sink. Mom decided to open 
her legs a little and exposed her knickers to Susan to see if there was a reaction. Susan did 
notice and then looking at mom she smiled. 

“You know,” said mom, “it crossed my mind what a shame it was you didn’t catch us. Now 
that really would have been sexy.”

“You think?” said Susan.

“Oh yes, you know you are really a very attractive girl Susan, I have thought so ever since 
you arrived.”

It was now or never for mom and the plan. She got up and said she was just going to grab a 
bottle of wine from the Kitchen and asked if Susan would like some. Susan said that she 
should be studying but on the other hand a quick glass of wine would be nice. Mom headed 
for the kitchen, grabbed some glasses, the wine from the fridge and then before going back 
into the lounge she pulled her knickers down and off, throwing them onto the kitchen table.

Mom re-entered the lounge, poured two glasses of wine, passed one to Susan and then sat 
down in front of her again. This time she sat on the edge of the chair and made sure that her 
pussy was in full view for Susan should she look.

Susan smiled, and said jokingly, “What the hell happens in your kitchen?.”

“What do you mean?” said mom.

“Well it seems to me that whenever you go in there you lose your knickers,” she said 
looking directly at my mom’s pussy.

“Do you like it Susan, do you like to see me exposed, would you have liked to have seen 
more the other day? I think you would have Susan. I could see it in your face that morning, 
you were hot as you left the kitchen in such a rush. What did you do Susan? Did you think 
about it more when you got to your room? Did you get turned on Susan? Did you touch 
yourself?.”

Moms frantic questioning was making Susan think of nothing else but her thoughts that 
morning and the moist pussy that mom was now exposing to her across the room. 

“I think you’d like to take this further Susan? Wouldn’t you Susan?,” mom demanded.

Susan was sinking into a feeling of lust. “Oh yes, I would,” she murmured, “I wanted to see 
more then in the kitchen and I want to see more now,” She said.

Mom started to unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a little white cotton bra. Her small 
breasts were flushed and her little nipples standing out through the material. She took her 
blouse off and unclipped her bra. Slowly she slid it down her arms and let it drop to the 
floor. She sat there in just a skirt and looked at Susan.

“Still like what you see Susan?,” she asked. “I like to be dominant,” she lied, “would you 
like me to be dominant with you Susan?”

Susan was light headed with the lust she was feeling as Mom undressed before her. “Oh god 
yes…yes please… tell me what you want me to do,” Susan whispered submissively.

“First Susan, remove your jeans and knickers.” Mom said.

Susan rose to her feet and unbuttoning her jeans slide them and her knickers to the floor. 
She stepped out of them and remained standing in just a white T-shirt.

“Now Susan, kneel on the sofa with your back to me. I want to see you cunt and your arse 
fully exposed.”

Susan did as she was asked. “What now?,” she said.

“Now I want to see you frig yourself Susan. I want to see your hand between you legs with 
your fingers in your pussy. I want you to rub, hard and fast and I want you to talk to me 
about what you want me to do to you as you bring yourself off,” mom instructed.

Susan obeyed and started to rub her pussy with her right hand. She pinched and rubbed her 
clit and pumped fingers in and out of her cunt which started to drip with juice.

“Talk to me Susan, talk to me,” said Mom.

“Oh god, this is so dirty,” said Susan, “I have never done anything in front of a stranger 
before, I’ve never been ordered to perform.  I’ve never been with a women before. This is so 
good, so dirty, I want you to watch me, I want you to see me frigging myself to orgasm, I 
want you to see me exposed, oh god, oh yes, I’m cumming,..I’m cumming.”

Susan’s pussy started to dribble down her legs as she came in the most wonderful orgasm 
she could remember. She collapsed face down on the sofa, murmuring.

“We haven’t finished yet Susan,” said Mom. “Wait here.” With that Mom left the room and 
went into the kitchen. She returned quickly carrying something behind her back, which she 
quickly put at the side of her chair. Susan didn’t see what it was. Mom removed her skirt 
and sat back down entirely naked.

“Now Susan, crawl over here to me on your hand and knees.”

Susan slid of the sofa and crawled as instructed over to mom. “Now lick my pussy Susan, 
bring me off with your tongue and with your fingers,” she said.

Susan placed her head between mom’s legs and started to lick her clit and pussy for all she 
was worth. 

“Be frantic Susan,” said Mom, “in this house we like our sex quick and harsh and dirty. Do 
you understand?”

Susan didn’t answer, she just worked her tongue harder and faster against mom’s pussy lips. 
Her face was now covered in mom’s wetness.

“Put some fingers in my pussy Susan,” mom said. She moved right to the edge of the chair 
and added, “and get a finger in my arse, I like my arse being fucked Susan.”

As Susan did what she was told, mom reached to the side of her chair and picked up what 
she had got from the kitchen. It was a fat carrot, a good seven inches long. Mom reached 
over Susan’s back and simply stuffed the carrot into her cunt without any warning. She was 
quite rough but not violent with it.

“What the fuck…,” exclaimed Susan.

“Shut up and keep frigging me, you bitch, go on bring me off, fuck me, fuck me,” shouted 
mom and she pumped the vegetable in and out of Susan’s dripping cunt. Mom was reaching 
her orgasm at the same time as Susan was reaching her second. Both of them came together, 
pumping and frigging and screaming and dripping with cum.

They both collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“Fuck that was great!,” said Susan.

“It doesn’t have to finish yet,” said mom, “lets go upstairs, there’s more I want from you 
yet.”

She took Susan’s hand and, grabbing their clothes, lead her upstairs into my mom’s room.

“Wait here,” said mom. With that she quickly ran up the single flight of stairs to Peter’s 
room and switched on the light, before returning to Susan.

Peter and I, waiting outside, saw mom’s signal. We quietly entered the house through the 
kitchen door and saw mom’s knickers on the table. The plan was obviously 
working………..
 
………………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 7.

Peter and I made our way quietly up to the second floor. We crept along the landing and 
looked through the crack of the semi-open door into Mom’s room. Susan was sat on the bed, 
still dressed in only a white cotton T-shirt. Mom was sat on the bed, naked and with her 
pussy towards the door.

Peter looked at me and whispered, “Your mom is great. It’s all going to plan. This is going 
to be good..”

Susan, sat in the chair, started to rub her pussy and clit and said to my mom, “This is 
fantastic. I couldn’t believe we would get it on together but after the kitchen the other day I 
have been thinking about nothing else. What would you think, if we waited for Peter to 
return and see if he wants to fuck you again. I could watch and then maybe we could all 
fuck together. What do you think?.”

“Peter doesn’t fuck he just watches and controls.,” mom blurted out.

Hearing this Peter looked quickly at me and whispered, “Fuck, she’s blown it!.”

“What do you mean?,” said Susan, “I know he fucked you in the kitchen the other morning. 
You said.”

“It wasn’t Peter!,” mom replied quietly.

“It must have been Peter.,” said Susan, “Mr Jackson was out. I know, I saw him leave and 
the only other person in the house was your son.”

Mom just looked Susan straight in the eye and said nothing. Susan stared back. You could 
almost hear her mind ticking over! The possibilities suddenly dawned on her.

“If it wasn’t Peter and it can’t have been Mr Jackson then it could only have been 
your……,” Susan broke off in mid sentence. “Your son!,” she continued, “my god it was 
your son wasn’t it!?.”

Mom just remained quiet.

“You fucked your own son?” asked Susan loudly. “My god, it was your own son!,” she 
repeated.

“Yes, yes.. it was my own son’s spunk that your saw down my legs,” admitted mom, “and 
Peter’s for god’s sake.”

“Hold on!, just hold on here!,” exclaimed Susan, “Are you saying that the other morning 
when I was in the yard, not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to fuck you over the 
kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying Susan,” replied mom.

Peter turned to me again and said “Your stupid mother has blown it. Susan knows the whole 
scene and I haven’t got her trapped on camera yet. For fuck sake, she can just walk away 
now if she wants.”

Susan was looking worried. “They don’t know about us do they?,” she asked mom 
frantically.

“I’m sorry Susan,” said mom, “yes they know. It was Peter’s idea! He figured that you were 
turned on the other morning and told me to take things further with you. Don’t get me 
wrong though. I wanted to. I wanted to involve you because I thought you were so sexy.”

I realised that Mom wanted to get it on with Susan and involve her in our games but on 
honest terms. She didn’t want to trick poor Susan into having to do something just because 
Peter got here on film. She had taken a chance that Susan would be willing and gone with 
her instinct.

Peter and I once again looked at each other. We realised that Susan would either go for it or 
storm out and then god knows what would happen.

It seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke again. The mom said, “So what do you think 
now Susan? Now know that I have been fucking my own son under Peter’s control and now 
you and I have also fucked together. What do you want now Susan? Do you want in or 
what?”

“What if I don’t?,” asked Susan.

“That’s up to you,” mom replied, “I just hope and pray that you do or at the very least you 
can forgive me and not tell anyone what I have told you. It’s up to you Susan. It’s your own 
free choice.”

Susan sat quietly for a few moments and then her hand slowly moved back to her pussy and 
started to gently rub again. “Where are they now?,” she asked, “your son and Peter? Did 
they really go to play pool or do they know what’s going on here?”

Peter waited. He clearly knew that this was now out of his control. It was Susan’s and only 
Susan’s choice.

Susan continued, “As long as I’m safe and you are going to be discreet, then I’m on for this, 
but how do I know I can trust you? This is serious shit! How did Peter get involved with you 
and your son? Have you and your son been fucking for long?”

“You’ll be perfectly safe with us Susan,” mom assured her, “we are not likely to spill the 
beans or else me and my son will be in deep shit, wouldn’t we.”

“I suppose you would, but how is Peter involved in all this?,” she persisted.

Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the most graphic detail, right from the 
start. As she did so Peter and I could see that Susan was taking it all in and getting 
extremely excited as the story was told, as was Mom who had started frigging herself as she 
gave Susan all the details

I decided to make the move. For once Peter seemed a little lost since he wasn’t in direct 
control. I walked directly into mom’s room and Peter followed.

Mom didn’t flinch. She just looked briefly at me and then turned to Susan and continued to 
masturbate herself openly. 

Susan was so cool. She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t jump. She just looked straight at me 
and said “So you been fucking your mother have you, you naughty boy.”

Peter, realising that he had to grab control now or never, quickly answered for me, “Yes he 
has, and now you’ve also fucked her. I made it all happen and I’m not going to let it stop 
now. Do you all agree to continue to do as I say?”

Susan looked at Peter as much as to say, “why should I do as I’m told by you, a stranger?.”

Peter addressed her directly and explained that if Mom and I broke our deal to do as he said 
then he would tell dad and that if Susan wasn’t in on the deal then it was off and she would 
be responsible for the outcome.

I figure he was bluffing but mom turned to Susan and begged her to go along with Peter. 
“Please Susan,” she said, “do it for me and my son. I don’t want my husband to know of 
this. It would finish us.”

Susan looked at my mom, then at me and finally turned to Peter. After what seemed like an 
age she said, “okay, I’ll do as you say, I’ll join your little deal but only as long as it involves 
nothing violent.”

“Agreed,” said Peter. He was now strutting his usual confidence. He knew he was back in 
control.

“Well since we are all here I suggest we go for it right now,” he said looking at my mom, 
“we missed you two getting it on,” he said to Mom and Susan, “so you can now put on a 
show for us. Wait here I have a surprise for you.”

Peter left the room and dashed up stairs. He returned less than a minute later carrying the 
strap-on dildo I had seen in his bag on the day he arrived.

He held the dildo out and said to Susan, “this dildo has been with me on my travels for the 
past two years. It has been used by and on over thirty women in similar situations to that, 
that you are now in. It’s clean but well used and will now be further used by you Susan.”

Peter threw the dildo onto the floor in front of Susan and told her to put it on. Susan bent to 
the floor to pick it up and we then all watched as she tried to put it on. She clearly didn’t 
have a clue how it clipped on and fumbled with the buckles.

Peter’s tone changed, “Get it on bitch,” he shouted, “It’s not fucking difficult.”

Susan quickly concentrated and got it on. She stood in the middle of the floor, still in her 
white T-shirt and with the seven inch dildo standing proud and erect from her crutch. “Now 
what?,” she asked.

“What the hell do you think?,” Peter replied, “You are going to fuck our little landlady here. 
You are going to fuck her hard and you are going to fuck her in the arse. Do you 
understand?”

Susan looked at mom, seeking approval. Mom had continued masturbating herself 
throughout the conversation and was wet with lust. “Yes, fuck me Susan, fuck me in the arse 
with your lovely dildo cock.,” she said.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright,” she said, “You got me involved in this, you wanted to 
fuck me, you seduced me, you fucked my cunt with a carrot for god’s sake, now its my turn. 
Now get on your hand and knees. I’m going to fuck your arse so hard you’ll beg for mercy.” 

Peter seemed very turned on by Susan’s dominant attitude to mom. He dropped his pants 
and shorts and exposed his erect dick. It was so engorged with lust that it looked bigger than 
I had ever seen it. He removed the rest of his clothes and stood by the door, rubbing his dick 
and massaging his pre-cum into the head. 

“Take your clothes off,” he instructed me. “I want to see you wanking yourself as your 
mother gets-arse fucked by Susan.”

I did as I was told and Susan just watched as I stripped off and stood next to Peter with my 
dick in hand.

Realising all was ready Susan knelt down behind my mother, who was now looking so small 
and scared. Her petite body made her look so innocent and fragile as Susan'’ dildo cock 
approached her arse.

“Lubricate me, please, lubricate me first,” begged mom.

“No!,” said Susan, “You wanted it, now you can have it hard and rough, just like you like 
it.”

Susan grabbed moms shoulders and pushed the dildo against her arse. He simply kept on 
pushing as mom screamed out that it was too big. Susan told her to shut up and pushed so 
hard the dildo burst into mom’s arse. 

Mom screamed out, “God, no, please, oh god it hurts, please go slow, go gentle.”

Susan was possessed. She simply started to pump the dildo in and out of mom’s arse so hard 
and fast. Mom screamed and gasped in lust and the pleasure and the pain ran through her 
small body.

“Go over and wank over your mother,” Peter instructed me.

I was so hard, I walked over to mom and knelt in front of her. She looked at me with a 
mixture of lust and pain from the pounding her arse was taking. I didn’t give her time to 
speak. I rammed by cock into her mouth and started fucking her face for all I was worth. 
Mom was coming and so was I. As she bucked herself against Susan’s cock, she started 
shuddering in orgasm. At the same time I started pumping my cum into her mouth. After 
three bursts I pulled out and sprayed the remainder of my cum into her face and hair. Susan 
then pulled the dildo roughly out of mom’s arse. Mom gave a final scream and collapsed to 
the floor, totally spent.

Susan ripped the dildo off and started to frantically rub at her pussy lips and clit. She was 
swearing and shouting in ecstasy as she rolled on the floor, hand fucking herself. Her thighs 
and hand were covered in her own juices as she stuck a finger of her other hand up her own 
arse and pumped herself front and back to a moaning orgasm. 

As the whole scene subsided we all looked at Peter. Did he approve of our ‘performance’?

He was near to cumming himself but still frighteningly in control. Who would he chose?

He walked towards me. I expected the usual, that he would spunk all over me. Peter made 
me kneel but this time he told me to open my mouth. I did so. He stuffed his cock in my 
mouth and started fucking my face.

“Look at your son,” he said to my mother, “look at your lovely son being faced fucked by 
another man. Do you like that, do you?”

Mom looked up from the floor, “Oh yes,” she said , “fuck him, fuck his face, come all over 
him Peter, humiliate him, go on spray all over him,” she moaned.

Peter pumped a few more times and then started to cum. He pulled out and started spraying 
my face and hair with so much spunk it ran down my face and body. When he finished 
spurting he wiped his cock in my hair and then wandered back towards the door. 

“You have all done very well, this evening,” he said, “especially you Susan. We would 
make a good team, you and me.”

“Thanks,” she said, “If I have pleased you, may I ask a favour?.”

“What is it?,” Peter said.

“Can I use these two,” she said looking dismissivly at me and mom, “Can I make them do 
what I want when you are not around, Peter?”

Peter thought for a moment, “Yes,” he said, “When I don’t want them then 
you may instruct them as you see fit under the terms of my deal. If they 
don’t like it tell me and I will deal with it. But remember, when I want you 
all then I am in charge.” He spoke as though my mother and I were irrelevant.

“Thank you,” said Susan.

With that Peter left the room and we heard him go upstairs to his room.

Susan turned to my mother and said, “I’m glad you involved me in this little deal of yours. I 
think I’m going to enjoy my stay here and believe me, if you think Peter has made you take 
risks, then just wait to see what I have in mind for you both.” 

Susan then also left the room. Mom reached up and hugged me to her. She kissed my lips, 
still covered in Peter’s spunk and said, “where on earth is this going to take us?.”

“I don’t know mom,” I said, as I rolled on top of her and sunk my dick deep into her pussy.

……………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 8.

The morning after our session with both Peter and Susan I awoke early and went straight 
down the corridor into Mom’s room. Mom was still in bed but awake.

“Hi mom,” I said, “How you doing today?.”

“Fine,” she replied, “but my arse is really sore from the fucking I got from Susan. I don’t 
know what is worse, the pain or the humiliation of Susan joining forces with Peter to use us 
as they see fit. This just seems to be getting heavier.”

“I know,” I replied, “but it sure was good last night. I couldn’t believe how sexy it was to 
fuck your mouth as Susan fucked your arse with that strap-on! I was just bursting to cum 
from the moment I saw you together with Susan.”

“It was pretty sexy wasn’t it.,” she said, “I think Susan is a really pretty little thing and I 
have to say I can’t wait to have it with her again.”

“Please make sure I’m involved Mom,” I begged.

Mom crawled out of bed. She was naked and so cute as she made her way into the en-suite 
bathroom to her room. I stood in the doorway between the rooms and watched as she pissed 
openly into the toilet. 

“Now that’s something I haven’t seen before. You look real sexy sat there pissing mom.” I 
said.

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future,” she replied, “I’ve always been into the idea of water 
sports myself but your father would have none of it. He thought it was too dirty. Maybe 
when we have some more private time…..,” she trailed off without committing to anything 
but I knew I would remind her in due course.

We both dressed and made our way downstairs. None of our house guests were up yet so 
mom and I sat quietly in the kitchen and drank some coffee. The events of the passed few 
days had made us very close. Just being with each other was nice and comfortable.

About half past seven the phone rang. Mom grabbed it quick in case its ringing woke Peter, 
Susan or Mr Jackson. 

“Hi mom,” she said and turned to me and mouthed, “Its your grandmother,” the way people 
do although its obvious you already know who they are speaking to.

“How are you, everything okay?,” she continued. “Yea sure, tomorrow would be fine. It will 
be great to see you for a couple of days.” Mom continued with small talk for a few minutes 
and then hung up with a cheery “Good bye, mum!.”

She turned to me and said that granma wanted to come and visit for a couple of days while 
her lounge was being re-decorated. She couldn’t stand all the mess and thought it a good 
time to visit mom and me. Grandma was mom’s mother. She was in her late fifties having 
had mom at a fairly young age. She was petite, just like mom, and kept herself in really 
good shape. Since Grandpa had died a few years ago Grandma started visiting the gym from 
time to time and even had a personal trainer at one time. I thought she was great with an 
attitude to life that put people half her age in the shade. She didn’t try to act like a twenty-
year-old, but wore her age with dignity. I had always thought she was pretty sexy and was 
sure that the flush in her cheeks was due to an active sex life as much as her healthy living.

Mom turned to me and said in a very worried tone, “It will be good to see grandma but what 
if Peter or Susan let on to her or give the game away in some way?.”

“Don’t worry mom,” I said, “Peter in on a project site with his surveying company 
tomorrow and the next day and is staying over in Plainsville. He told be himself when we 
were hiding outside last night waiting for your signal.

“What about Susan?,” Mom repeated.

“Susan is bright enough not to say anything. Do you really think she would want to 
advertise what’s been going on? Just relax,” I said and poured Mom another coffee. I must 
admit I did have a few brief fantasy thoughts about Grandma finding out about our little 
games and joining in but I quickly dismissed these, as just that, fantasy.

Around nine-thirty the next day I set of the three or four miles to town to pick Grandma up 
from the station. As the train pulled out I saw her standing on the platform, 5’ 1” of very 
sexy older lady. I could see where mom got her looks from.

“Hi grandma,” I shouted as I approached her and kissed on politely on the cheek.

We made our way to the lot and climbed in the car having put Granma’s single bag in the 
trunk. 

“Its really good to see you again Grandma,” I said.

“Its good to see you too,” she said, “your’e looking real healthy and growing into a very big 
lad aren’t you!.”

I was sure there was a glance at my crotch and a slight grin as she said “…big lad…,” but 
put this down to the fact that I had been permanently on heat since Peter had arrived at the 
house.

We arrived home soon afterwards having made general small talk on the journey through 
town. I carried Granma’s bag indoors as she went on ahead into the kitchen and gave mom a 
big hug. I sneaked a glance at them embracing and couldn’t help but imagine them both 
naked and hugging. They were almost identical in build and could almost have been sisters.

Grandma was settled into her room next to mom’s and then said that she wanted to freshen 
up and grab a coffee after her journey. Mom told her to us the bathroom in mom’s room 
rather than the one used by myself and the guests and said that she would bring a coffee up 
to her.

Having made the coffee mom actually asked if I would take it up so she could get on with 
some clothes washing that was piling up. I made my way upto mom’s room knocked and 
waited for Grandma to reply. There was no answer so I went into the room and called 
“Grandma, coffee!.”

Still no reply but I could her the shower going. I put the coffee down and wandered over to 
the bathroom connecting door. I felt pretty excited and made a quick check of my crotch to 
make sure my cock that was semi-hard was not showing too much throw my pants. I peeked 
into the bathroom and could see Grandma reflected in the bathroom mirror. She had just 
finished showering, turned of the water and pulled back the shower curtain. Having left her 
towel on top of the toilet lid she stepped naked out of the shower and took a few steps to the 
toilet. She was absolutely gorgeous. Just like an older clone of mom. Petite with small 
titties, tight tummy and a beautiful arse. 

I remained quiet as she lifted the toilet lid, sat down and started to pee. I was getting really 
hot and could feel my cock growing rapidly. If I shouted to her again now she would be in a 
difficult position, naked, peeing and without a towel. I know it was mischievous but 
couldn’t resist. I took a few steps back from the door and then shouted “Grandma, coffee!” 
and walked briskly into the bathroom knowing what I would walk into.

“Oh god!, I’m sorry,” I falsely blurted out, as I entered the bathroom and deliberately stood 
on the corner of Granma’s towel that was laying on the floor, which I thought was 
particularly quick thinking on my part.

Grandma shouted some exclamation and lifting herself from the toilet grabbed the towel. As 
it didn’t move she sort of fell backwards onto the floor and in doing so exposed everything 
she had to me. 

“Sorry, sorry Grandma, I didn’t realise…..,” I said as I stepped off the towel and held out 
my hand to her. As I helped her to her feet she said “Well!.”

“Well what,” I stupidly replied.

“What about my towel, you stupid boy,” she said, “pass it to me for god’s sake.”

“Sorry,” I said once again as I very slowly passed the towel to her. By now I had seen 
everything and was even more convinced she was one sexy lady.

Grandma held the towel up to her front but did not attempt to wrap it round herself. I guess 
she thought she would expose even more if she did so.

“Well,” she said again.

Again I acted stupid, “Well what.”

“Well are you going to leave the bathroom or not!?,” she said.

“Do I need to? I mean after all, I have already seen everything, grandma.,” I said.

“You really are a cheeky young man aren’t you!,” she said, “So did you like seeing 
everything then? From the look of your pants I would say you did you naughty boy.”

I looked down at my now bulging cock tenting my shorts and pants. “I guess so Grandma,” I 
replied, “you really are very sexy and extremely fit aren’t you?”

“Thank you,” she said politely, “it always nice to receive a compliment from a young man… 
even one’s own grandson. Would you like to see a little more?.”

“Oh god, yes,” I said, “yes please.”

“Where’s your mother?,” she said. 

“She’s downstairs doing the washing,” I replied.

With that Grandma dropped the towel to the floor. She then closed the toilet and sat back 
down on top of the lid. Spreading her legs a little her pussy was exposed to my gaze where 
upon she held her pussy lips with each hand and opened herself up wide. I was dumfounded.

“Still like my body?” she said.

Without waiting for my obvious answer she asked me to take my pants and shorts off while 
she stuck a finger from each hand into her pussy and gentle pumped them in and out. She 
panted harder as I dropped my shorts and exposed my dick and balls to her in all their glory.

“My, I was right, you really have grown, haven’t you,” she said, “come over here and let me 
suck that cock of yours.”

I walked toward her and stuck my cock between her lips. She started to suck and lick taking 
my cock right into her mouth up to the hilt. She was obviously a very experienced women 
and knew how to perform with such ease and grace. I ran my fingers through her hair as I 
gently held the back of her head onto my cock. I started to fuck her mouth a little harder and 
faster. I could feel myself cumming. As I started to spurt I tried to pull out. I wanted to spray 
her, but grandma grabbed by arse and held me in her mouth tight. She sucked and 
swallowed and I came into her small mouth with a huge amount of spunk. So much that I 
surprised myself. I had cum so much in the last few days I didn’t know where it was all 
coming from. 

As I softened Grandma let my dick fall from her mouth and followed it by deliberately 
dribbling the cum she hadn’t swallowed, down onto her tits.

“So you wanted to pull out and spray me did you?” she asked bluntly, “Is that what you’re 
into, spraying a women with your spunk? Do you like to see them covered in mess?”

“Sorry Grandma,” I said, “but yeah, I did want to come on you, do you mind?"”

“No I don’t mind and perhaps while I’m here you’ll have another chance. Now if you like to 
see women covered in mess what about this sort of mess?,” she asked.

With that she once again pulled her pussy lips open and proceeded to pee again. This time, 
sat on the closed toilet lid, her piss simply ran over the top of the toilet, over her thighs and 
onto the carpet all around. When she finished she returned her fingers to her cunt and started 
frigging herself. Her pussy was wet with juice and piss and she swermed on the toilet top 
and brought herself to a shuddering orgasm. 

“Now there’s some mess for you!,” she said, “did you like Grandma’s little show?”

“Oh yes Grandma,” I stammered, “that was so dirty.”

My dick was hard again and I started to wank myself for all I was worth. 

“Go on, go on,” my Grandma urged, “add to my mess. I want to see you come all over the 
toilet top. Come on boy, milk yourself for me, spurt for me, I want to see your mess.”

Her dirty talk made me come all the faster. I pumped myself to orgasm and emptied another 
load of cum onto the toilet top to mix with Granma’s piss.

“I think we should continue this later,” said Grandma, “now clean up the mess we made of 
your mom’s toilet, while I go down and speak to her. She must be wondering where we’ve 
got to by now.”

After Grandma had left the room I looked at the mess we had made and decided that I 
wouldn’t clean it. I would leave it for mom to find. That should be interesting, I thought.

In the early afternoon I heard mom calling from upstairs. I went up and into her room.

“What is it mom?,” I asked.

Mom was in her bathroom and called me in.

“What the hell is this all over the toilet?,” she asked, “It looks like spunk and god knows 
what else.”

I was feeling really bold and replied, “It is mom, its my cum and you know what its mixed 
with all over the toilet top and floor?. It mixed with grandam’s piss mom, grandam’s piss!.”

“That’s enough,” she said, “you seriously expect me to believe you’ve had sex with your 
grandma?”

“Sure mom,” why not I cockily replied.

“Because she’s your grandma, and my mother!, that’s why” she shouted. 

“Yeah, and if I can fuck my own mother why not grandma? She’s a real sexy women, just 
like you mom and I wanted you both. I’ve been so sexy since we started fucking,” I said.

“I know son, I’ve been on heat as well, but grandma for god’s sake. Was she willing?,” she 
asked.

“Of course mom, I would never force myself onto a women, She’s as hot as you mom. She 
frigged herself right there on the toilet top and deliberately pissed all over the toilet and 
floor. She wanted it to be dirty and messy just like you mom.” I said.

“Did you fuck her?,” mom asked.

“No but I fucked her face and then I came again to add to her mess. She told me to clean it 
up but I left it mom, I wanted you to find it. Does it make you sexy to know that I face 
fucked grandma right here in your bathroom mom?.”

Mom hugged me to support herself. She was felling shaky with excitement. “Its get me very 
hot to think of it, son,” she said, “I can’t believe you’ve done this right here. My own’s 
mothers juices and piss mixed with my own son’s spunk everywhere. You’ve got to fuck me 
now son, please now, here, right here.”

“Okay mom, sit down,” I said.

“Where,” she asked.

“In the mess mom!, sit down in my spunk and grandam’s piss. I want to see it over your 
backside and thighs.”

Mom sat down on the toilet top and moved herself around in the sticky mess. She put her 
hand in it and spread it across her nipples and massaged it into her cunt.

“Now mom kneel down and rest you arms on top of the toilet,” I said.

Mom knelt and laid her face sideways into the mess that Grandma and I had left. I knelt 
behind her and quickly entered her cunt.

“Make it quick son, fuck me quick and this time please cum inside me, I want to feel you 
load inside me, please,” she said.

I started fucking her and covering her back and arse cheeks with the mess that was dribbling 
off the side of the toilet lid. I fucked her harder than I had ever done so up to now. If she 
wanted me to come inside her I wanted to make sure it was deep.

“I’m cumming, oh god,” I shouted as I clung onto mom’s hips and pumped a huge load of 
warm cum deep inside my mom and she gently reached her own quiet orgasm.

I then pulled out, rolled sideways and sat on the floor next to mom.

“Christ that was incredible,” she said, “If Grandma knew what we were doing.”

“What if she did mom, after all she was prepared to have sex with me!,” I asked.

“Its bad enough that you and I fuck, but to include grandma as well, together, that would be 
unbelievable. Do you really think that she would go for it?,” mom said.

“Do you want to find out mom? Do you want that?,” I asked?

“I do!, I really think I do son,” mom said, “shall we, shall we both fuck Grandma together?”

……………………………………………………………………………

The Guesthouse Stories Part 9.

Later that afternoon I found mom out in the yard. She was brushing some leaves into a pile 
and putting a couple of chairs away in the storage shed. 

“You should let me do that mom,” I shouted as I approached her.

“Yeas, I know, but I wanted some fresh air so thought I would come out into the yard and 
sort things out., she replied. “How’s your grandma?,” she continued, “has she said anything 
to you since this morning?.”

“No,” I replied “but she does keep looking at me in a real lustful way. You know mom, the 
way you do when I haven’t fucked you for a few hours,” I said smiling.

“Yes, yes, very funny,” she said, “but I’m being serious. I wanted to know if Grandma had 
asked you to have sex with her again.”

“Why?,” I replied, “are you still thinking about the three of us getting it together?.”

“That’s all I’ve been thinking about all day!,” she said, “Ever since Peter arrived I have been 
thinking of nothing but sex and doing practically nothing but fucking. I can’t believe what’s 
going on here but I sure don’t want it to stop. Its fantastic, I haven’t felt so alive for years. I 
certainly want to see you an grandma fuck and get involved myself if she will oblige.”

“Can’t you just ask her?,” I said naively, “can’t you just say that you know what she did 
with me and that you want it to happen again with all three of us?.”

“I think we should learn from Peter.,” she said, “lets get Grandma doing it again with you 
and then I can join in. That way she will be totally on heat and much more submissive to the 
situation. She won’t have a chance to be embarrassed.”

I agreed with mom that this was probably the best approach but warned her that whilst 
Grandma was prepared to fuck with me she might well feel differently about her own 
daughter. Mom said that it wouldn’t be a problem. She had always known that Grandma led 
a highly active sex life and suspected that she had probably tried most things at one time or 
another. 

I told mom that since there were still a few hours till any of our houseguests would return 
from work that I would go right back inside now. I told her to give me twenty minutes and 
then come up to her room.

I proceeded indoors and found grandma in the kitchen.

“I hope you haven’t been a naughty boy.,” she said, “I hope you haven’t been telling your 
mom what we got upto!.”

“As if I would Grandma!,” I replied, “but since you brought up the subject how about doing 
it again?.”

“When have you got I mind?,” she asked.

“Now, before any of the house guests get home from work and whilst mom is busy in the 
yard. We should be safe for at least half an hour,” I said.

“And I suppose you want to cum all over me this time do you?,” she asked with a glint in 
her eye, “is that what you want, to humiliate your old grandmas, do you? You know, I think 
you are a very dirty young man but you have the look and cheekiness of your grandfather, 
so how can I resist you.”

She took my hand and led me upstairs towards her door.

“No, wait, lets go in here again,” I said steering her towards mom’s room, “then we’ve got 
the bathroom as well!.”

I led her into the room and pushed to door almost closed, but not shut. 

“Now grandma!,” I said, “how about a little show for your favourite grandson?”

“Oh no!,” she said knowingly, “its seems to me that you’re the one who wants it so bad, so 
you can put on a little show for me and if you’re good, if you’re very good then I might just 
reward you.”

“What do you wan me to do?,” I asked.

She told me to take off all my clothes. I said that it might be better if I didn’t in case we had 
to make a quick exit, but she insisted that I should be totally naked. I walked to the centre of 
mom’s room and stripped off. Not surprisingly my dick was rock hard as I got undressed. 
Grandma then told me to go to mom’s underwear draw and get out some stockings, a 
suspender belt and a pair of mom’s g-strings panties. 

“Now put them on for me!,” she instructed.

“I can’t wear this stuff!,” I exclaimed, “what I someone catches me?.”

“If someone catches you having sex with your own grandma do you really thing they are 
going to give a damn what you’re wearing,” she said.

I had to agree with her logic and proceeded to get dressed in mom’s underwear. I was so 
stiff that my cock would not stay in the g-string, which made grandma laugh a good deal. In 
the end I just left it out, standing proud and dribbling pre-cum in a long sticky strand as I 
walked around the room.

“That’s perfect,” she said as she saw me in everything she had selected. “Now I want you to 
go over to the window that overlooks the yard, stand in front of it and quickly pull back the 
net curtain.”

“Moms outside!,” I said.

“Just do it!,” she said and make sure you stand there for at least a few seconds. Just think 
your own mother may see you, what a risk that would be. Doesn’t the thought excite you?,” 
she said.

If only she knew how much. I walked over to the window and pulled back the net curtains as 
instructed. There I was standing in full view of the yard, dressed in mom’s stockings and 
knickers with a raging hard-on in my hand. Mom of course looked straight up, since she 
obviously knew that I and grandma were up to something. She instantly realised what 
grandma was making me do and smiled a big smile, gave me the thumbs up and stated to 
walk toward the house.

“Doesn’t that feel risky?,” said grandma oblivious to the fact that mom had already seen me. 
“Now turn round and come over here again.”

I did as I was told. Grandma then told me that I could now fuck her, as I had been so brave. 
She knelt on mom’s bed giving me a glorious view of her cunt and arse.

“Fuck me now!,” she said, “and fuck me hard and if you last long enough for me to orgasm 
then you may pull out and spray me with your cum just like you wanted.”

I climbed behind her, felling unnervingly turned on dressed in my mother’s underwear.  I 
grabbed the head of my dick and sunk it quick and deep into grandma’s pussy. She was very 
tight for an old lady but very, very lubricated. I ground my hips into her in a circular motion 
to get as deep as I could. Grandma put her left hand between her legs and grabbed my balls 
on each stroke. In between strokes she massaged and tweaked her clit as I hammered in and 
out of her cunt.

I knew by now mom was bound to be watching at the door as her son fucked her own 
mother. I glanced over my shoulder and sure enough mom was stood in the doorframe with 
her hand down her knickers rubbing and tugging at her pussy for all she was worth. Her 
other hand was trying desperately to remove her top and bra as she masturbated to the sight 
before her.

I could feel grandma start to jerk and grip my cock real hard with her pussy muscles. God 
she was strong for a little lady!

“I’m cumming!,” she screamed: so loudly that it would undoubtedly got mom running 
upstairs if she was already watching our little show. “I’m cumming, I’ cumming ….,” she 
repeated quietly as her orgasm subsided and she feel off her elbows face down on the bed.

“Well grandma, I didn’t cum yet,” I said, “so now I get to spray you right!.”

She turned her head slightly to me and nodded. I think she was too spent to talk. I glanced 
over again at mom as I pumped into grandma’s pussy a few more times and then withdrew 
my pulsating cock just as I started to spurt. My first spurt shot across her back and into her 
short hair. My second was stronger still and went over her shoulder and hit her in the face. 
The rest I directed over her back and then at her arse hole. She was covered, just how I like 
it!

Mom had by now collapsed in the doorway and was writhing into her own orgasm. No 
longer able to keep quiet she whimpered as she came which made grandma turn and look 
quickly at the door.

“So,” said grandma, “you’ve been spying have you? Well did you like watching your 
mother and your son fucking like dogs?.”

Mom pulled herself to her feet and flopped into the chair. “I sure did mum,” she said, “I just 
knew you were as sexually active as you ever were. You didn’t let me down. That was 
fantastic to watch, so hot. You don’t mind me watching do you mom?.”

“Not if you don’t mind me using you son,” she replied, and added, “but you know you don’t 
just have to watch. I know I’m your mother but if you don’t mind then I don’t. Why don’t 
you get out of those clothes. I take it from you attitude that your son’s body is not new to 
you.”

“No its not!,” mom replied, “is that so wrong.”

“I don’t judge people,” grandma replied, “what ever you’re happy to do as adults is up to 
you. Now get out of those clothes and join your old mum over here.”

Mom removed her clothing and lay down next to Grandma. I moved to the chair, still 
dressed in mom undies and sat down to watch. Grandma hugged mom and kissed her deep. 
They snogged like teenagers and licked and caressed each other bodies. Slowly they moved 
into a 69 and I could see as grandma licked deep into mom’s pussy and gently bit her clit. 
They writhed and moaned to orgasm after orgasm as I watched spellbound by their beauty 
and sexuality.

As they finished their sucking they both sat up to look at me. 

“Come on,” I said, “don’t leave me out.”

“What do you want,” they both said in unison.

I told them I wanted them both to kneel by the edge of the bed. As they did so I had a most 
beautiful site of both their arses and pussy fully exposed to me and oh so wet with heat.

I knelt behind mom and sunk directly into her pussy as I stuck three fingers into grandma 
and started pumping them both. Every few minutes as either one started to buck I changed 
over and fucked the other. We were all in a frenzy of excitement as we collectively reached 
a huge orgasm. Mom won our game of ‘musical pussy’ as my orgasm came whilst firmly 
embedded in her cunt. It seemed only proper that they should each have a load from me.

“Now for the big ending!,” said grandma, “lets all go into the bathroom.”

We all walked into the mom’s bathroom. Grandma instructed that mom and I should climb 
into the bath, which we duly did.

“This is something your dear grandfather used to like so much,” she said to me and then 
standing right at the edge of the bath she started to piss all over mom and me. She pissed so 
much it went everywhere. All over our bodies and all over mom’s head. Mom and I were so 
turned on by grandma’s surprise ending to our session that we both wanked each other off as 
grandma’s piss rained down on us.

As the situation subsided I looked at myself laying in the bath tub, dressed in mom’s 
knickers and stocking, covered in piss and with two fingers still embedded in my own 
mother’s cunt. Heaven!

……………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 10.

Grandma stayed one further day, which she spent at home with Mom and me. I fucked her 
twice more and she and mom fucked and sucked and wanked each other at least four times 
during the day. Every time my back was turned they would disappear upstairs and fuck 
again. It was the most incredible day of what was rapidly becoming a fantastic period of my 
young life.

The next day we hoped would be a little more restful and quiet. Since Peter’s arrival Mom 
and I had had practically no time to ourselves and the almost daily sexual adventures were 
getting pretty tiring. I was therefore quite a relief when Peter phoned to say he would be 
away one further day on the major development site he was surveying. Great!, we thought, 
lets just chill out for a whole day!

At dinner that evening, Susan kept looking at both Mom and me and smiling in a naughty 
childlike way. Like she knew a secret that our other guest, Mr Jackson, didn’t and was just 
bursting to tell. When Mr Jackson excused himself from the table and left the room Susan 
immediately bought up the subject of sex.

“God, I’ve missed being with you two while you grandma visited,” she said, “all I’ve been 
wanting to do is get it on again. And I guess you two have had to behave whilst she was 
around, huh?.”

If only she knew!

“Maybe when Peter gets back tomorrow we can all fuck together again. What do you say?,” 
Susan asked.

Mom responded, “Oh, I forgot to tell you Susan, Peter is away another day so you’ll just 
have to frig yourself tomorrow.”

“Oh really, Peter’s away another day then is he!,” said Susan, “Well in that case I might just 
invoke his deal. He said I could use you in his absence, didn’t he! You heard him didn’t 
you!.”

“Oh come on Susan, we are both real tired. We thought we would just have a quiet day 
round the house and yard tomorrow. Why don’t you just wait for Peter to get back.” Mom 
said.

“No chance!,” responded Susan sharply. “I want it again tomorrow and you’re two are going 
to oblige. You wouldn’t want to upset Peter would you. I’ve decided I’ll take the day off and 
we are all going for a picnic tomorrow. You sort out the food and make sure there is plenty 
of wine, oh and some carrots.,” she added looking directly at mom and laughing. “I’ll check 
a map to decide where to go.”

“I hope you don’t expect us to be doing anything in a public place Susan.,” said mom.

Susan responded instantly, “I told you I would make you take risks, and it starts tomorrow, 
outdoors! Now lets not talk about it anymore, there is to be no argument.” With that Susan 
changed the subject and simply made polite small talk for the rest of the evening. No further 
mention of our planned outing was made!

The next morning Susan came down for a late breakfast. It was just she, myself and mom in 
the house. Susan was wearing loose shorts, sandals and a T-shirt. I could clearly see she had 
no bra on as her little nipples rubbed against her T-shirt. She looked really cool and fresh. 
Mom had already made the picnic, which was in a hamper on the sideboard and had dressed 
herself in a flowing cotton summer dress. It was practically see through and exposed a tiny 
pair of white cotton panties and matching bra. She looked so sweet, like an innocent little 
girl.

“I see you got the food ready,” said Susan to mom flicking open the hamper. She rummaged 
around and pulled out the handful of carrots mom had included, as instructed. “These will be 
just fine!,” she said looking directly at mom and rubbing the carrots up and down like she 
was wanking a handful of cocks. “This is going to be fun!” 

Susan continued, “I have decided that we will go out to Woodville Gorge. The river there is 
lovely for a swim and its fairly private.”

Woodville Gorge was indeed a beautiful place where the river left the gorge and opened up. 
The water was shallow and cool. Lightly wooded hills and patches of grassland surrounded 
the whole area. As Susan had said it was also fairly private; just the occasional adventurous 
couple camping or the odd forester walking through. If we were going to fuck anywhere 
outdoors, this was as nice a place as you could find.

I have to say that the thought of doing it outside was a real turn on to me. I know most 
people like the risk of getting caught but for me it was more about being with nature. Doing 
something as natural as fucking seemed right in the semi-wilderness. I had spoken to mom 
about it earlier that morning and she seemed very worried about the risk we may get caught. 
I had told her that even if someone did spot us from a distance they would only think they 
had got lucky and found someone having some fun. Logically there was no way, anyone 
would automatically think that we were mother and son. When she considered this she 
calmed a little but was still very unsure about Susan’s plans.

We loaded up my 4x4 and made the 45 minute drive to the gorge on almost deserted 
summer roads. I had driven in the gorge area before with friends so I knew the area fairly 
well. I made straight for a grass area surrounded by trees and within twenty yards of the 
river. It was real secluded because the track down to it was rough and only experienced 4x4 
drivers and a few hardy walkers ever went that far. I felt sure we would be safe here to play 
our lovely games.

Mom laid out the picnic and opened a bottle of wine while Susan wondered over to the river 
to take a look. I took the opportunity to check mom was okay about things. She said she was 
fine and that the seclusion had put her at ease. Susan returned some five minutes latter and 
we all sat down to an early lunch and a couple of bottles of wine.

After we had eaten well, Susan, without saying a word, lay back and slipped her shorts 
down her legs and kicked them off. She then sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She 
sat there simply in her sandal and a pair of small pink panties. She leaned back on her 
elbows, facing mom and I, and started to gently caress her tiny nipples until they stood hard.

“This is just lovely,” she said with eyes half closed and legs half open. From her small 
panties you could clearly see that she had little or no pubic hair. Mom obviously also 
noticed this and asked Susan if she had shaved since our last fucking together.

“Sure, do you like it,” said Susan, sitting up and pulling the crotch of her knickers to one 
side exposing her clean-shaven mound to our full view. With her other hand she rubbed her 
mound and then gave her clit a few rubs before letting her knickers cover her pussy once 
again.

“Now,” she said looking at my mom, “why don’t you slip out of that dress and let the sun 
get to you skin a little.”

She asked but it was as good as an instruction and mom knew it. She knelt up and 
unbuttoned the half dozen or so small buttons that held her dress closed. She then slipped it 
from her shoulders and lifted it into a pile next to her on the grass. 

“I think we’ll have that bra of as well, don’t you.,” said Susan.

Mom removed her bra.

“That’s better,” said Susan, “Now we both have nothing more than knickers between 
ourselves and total outdoor nudity. Does that turn you on?”

Mom was clearly turned on by the situation with her nipples as hard as Susan’s and a 
distinct wet patch on the crotch of her panties. For myself, my cock was getting hard and 
quite uncomfortable in my jeans.

“I think we should start with a little masturbation. Would you like that?,” Susan Said. She 
positioned herself sat facing mom and so close their raised knees were inter-twined. 

“What about me?,” I blurted.

“You may remove your clothes now if you wish, but you are not to touch yourself. You will 
sit quietly and watch your mother and I masturbate,” replied Susan.

I stripped buck naked in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t wait to feel the air on my body. My 
cock was very hard and engorged. The veins stood out as it jerked up and down of its own 
accord. I went to rub myself but Susan instantly shouted, “No, you will not touch until I say 
so!.” God, I was bursting already.

Susan’s attention returned to mom as she, with one hand rubbed her own breasts whilst with 
the other she started to rub mom’s pussy through her knickers. Mom followed Susan’s lead 
and mirrored her actions. They sat quiet and softly frigging each other lost in their own little 
worlds and seemingly oblivious to my presence. As their mutual masturbation progressed it 
became more physical, they started rubbing harder and pulling and pinching at their own 
breasts and nipples. Mom yelped as Susan grabbed her clit hard. They both started rocking 
back and forth and groaning as their orgasms started to build. They moaning turned to 
talking and the talking got dirtier.

“Fuck me, fuck me you little bitch…….frig me, bring me off….... harder you little slut,” 
mom exclaimed as Susan pushed a finger round the side of mom’s knickers and into her 
pussy.

“Knickers… get the knickers off,” shouted Susan as she rolled away from mom and ripped 
her knickers quickly off and discarded them. Mom rolled onto her back and raised her knees 
to her chest as she too pulled her knickers down and off. Both then resumed their face to 
face position and stuck a handful of fingers into each others cunts.

They started to pump each other brutally. It seemed to be a competition to see which could 
get the other to orgasm first. They were sweating and swearing and finger fucking each 
other for all they were worth. Then mom stopped talking and started to groan again. Susan 
was winning as mom drifted into total lust and started to buck her hips onto Susan’s fingers.

“Come on you bitch…come for me….come on my fingers…let me fuck you, you little 
whore,” Susan shouted as she bought my mom to a shuddering, bucking frantic orgasm. 
Mom pulled herself of Susan’s fingers and flopped backwards onto the grass with small 
tears in her eyes. Susan now peaking with her own orgasm climbed onto Moms legs and 
started to rub her cunt up and down mom’s thighs. She was now just using mom’s body to 
fuck against and her pussy poured juice over mom’s thighs to lubricate her ride.

“You bitch…you little bitch…. I’ll fuck you good, little girl….” She repeated over and over 
before arching her back and screaming as her orgasm flooded over her.

“That was fucking great,” I shouted. 

They both turned to me as though they had forgotten I was even there. 

“Oh dear!,” said Susan, “we forgot your little boy! And he’s been so good sitting there with 
that great big hardon and not allowed to touch it. Okay, boy,” she said in an aggressive tone, 
“get over here and wank.”

She handed me a plastic cup and told me to wank into it. I didn’t care what the hell she 
wanted now. I was ready to shot and that was that. Their mutual masturbation had bought 
me to new heights of excitement and as soon as I touched my cock it erupted into the small 
beaker. Spurt after spurt filled the beaker to quarter full. Susan grabbed the cup, as though I 
was totally irrelevant and passed it to mom.

“Now drink this down you little slut,” she said.

Mom put the cup to her open mouth and simply poured its contents down her throat in one 
go. She swallowed it all and then turned to Susan and said, “Thank you…thank you for 
allowing me to frig you.” Susan was totally in control!

Susan was so turned on she didn’t even take a break. Since her own orgasm she had simply 
continued to rub her cunt and as I wiped myself clean with a tissue from the hamper, Susan 
simply said, “Right now we are all going to fuck, down by the river.”

We all stood and openly walked the twenty yards to the river bank, all naked and making no 
attempt to cover ourselves in this beautiful place. As we walked mom held my hand and 
kissed by hard. I could taste my own cum on her lips and inside her mouth.

We got to the rivers edge and sat on the grassy edge with our feet in the water, it was so cool 
and refreshing.

Susan the laid down on the grass and told my mom to get between her legs and start licking.

“Suck me good and hard slut,” she said, keeping up the aggressive tone she had adopted 
during their masturbation, “you better get me off or I’ll be punishing you. Understand 
slut!?.”

Mom crawled over to Susan and immediately lowered her head to Susan cunt and started 
licking like a puppy; so hard and fast you could hear it squelching.

“Now boy, get behind your mother and fuck her. Not in the arse, your mothers arse is mine. 
This time I want to see you fuck her cunt.

Having only cum into the beaker so far, I was good and ready for some proper sex. I quickly 
got behind mom and lifted her arse up so her knees were right under her. I then positioned 
my cock against her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down against her clit. Mom just loved 
that and it made her hips buck like a reflex. Mom broke away from Susan’s cunt just long 
enough to say, “fuck me son, please fuck me, this is so dirty outdoors.”

I pushed into her cunt and started to fuck mom as she still fingered and licked at Susan’s 
pussy. As usual none of us were going to last long. Mom took one hand and reached over 
her back and tried to stick a finger in her own arse as I fucked her. I took the hint and, as 
before at home, I stuck a finger into her arse and fucked both her holes. She screamed and 
moaned almost as loudly as Susan was crying out obscenities at mom.

“Hey you little mother fucker,” she shouted at me, “don’t you waste your cum on this slut of 
a mother of yours, I want your cum on my face. Make sure you get round here with a full 
load, you understand!.”

I was starting to cum and Susan’s filthy talk bought me closer to orgasm. I pulled my cock 
out of mom and crawled quickly round to Susan’s face. I jacked myself a couple of times 
and started to cum all over her face. After a couple of spurts had hit the target she forced my 
dick towards mom’s head that was still sucking at Susan’s pussy. Susan directed the rest of 
my cum at her own pussy and mom’s head. Mom continued to lick at Susan and also licked 
at my cum now laying on Susan’s shaven mound and lower tummy. 

Once spent, I quickly returned to mom and kneeling behind her started to lick her pussy and 
arse. As I licked mom she licked Susan. Mom was in ecstasy grabbing at Susan’s little titties 
as she licked her to a raging orgasm.

For the second time in an hour we all slumped to the ground with slowly subsiding orgasms. 
We lay their intertwined for may behalf an hour listening to the water and the sounds of the 
environment and just holding each other. It was a truly gentle experience.

Susan however, was still not satisfied. “Right,” she said, “now we will go and finish our 
picnic.”

“But we ate nearly all the food,” I said, “although we do have some wine left.”

“But we haven’t had the carrots yet,” said Susan, looking at us both. “Your mom likes 
carrots, she used one on me the other day, and now its my turn.”

With that we made our way back to where our picnic and clothes were and sat down to a 
few more glasses of wine. Susan then reached into the hamper and pulled out the carrots she 
had instructed mom to bring.

“What do you think I’m going to do with these?,” she asked me.

“I guess you’re going to fuck mom with one of them,” I said, “why else would you be so 
insistent we bought some along?”

“Quite right, I am!,” replied Susan, “It was your mother that gave me the idea. Did you 
know she used one on me the other day? Without warning as I frigged her, your dirty little 
mother stuffed a carrot in my cunt and fucked me with it, so now I'm going to do the same 
to her.”

“Sounds fair to me mom,” I said. 

“On your knees over here!,” Susan ordered mom.

Mom knew what was coming and looked as though she was looking forward to it. She had a 
slightly glazed look in her eyes as if she was getting carried away by the sheer sexuality of 
the continuing situation. It was clear the idea of kneeling to order, in the great outdoor, to be 
fucked with a fat 7” carrot, in the hands of a young bisexual woman mom had only met a 
few days before, was taking her to yet new highs. Mom knelt with her pussy facing me and 
lent down on her elbows to expose herself fully. 

Susan selected the largest carrot and move over to mom. She ran her fingers through mom’s 
bush and spread her pussy lips wide. Then, with the other hand she gently but quickly 
inserted the carrot just a couple on inches. Mom flexed her back as the carrot went in. Then 
Susan move away leaving mom kneeling with the vegetable hanging from her pussy. Susan 
then picked another carrot from the bunch and once again walked over to mom. This time 
she knelt besides mom and gave her arse a couple of licks. Once lubricated she inserted the 
second carrot in mom’s arse, again just a coupe of inches. Mom looked up and over her 
shoulder at me. She looked so hot and yet so humiliated with the two carrots just sticking 
out of her.

Susan pushed mom’s head back to the ground. Then taking a carrot in each hand and 
without warning she pushed hard onto both, plunging them into mom simultaneously. Mum 
screamed with shock as she was double penetrated so quickly and roughly. Susan 
immediately pulled the carrots back out and plunged them straight back in. She then kept 
doing this, in and out, harder and faster as mom screamed and yelped with the excitement of 
her first double fucking. Susan was clearly enjoying the situation and seemed to like mom’s 
discomfort. I kept a close eye on mom to ensure she was okay. I had fucked her enough now 
to know that she was enjoying herself and was not suffering real pain. 

“Do you like this bitch,” demanded Susan, “do you like to be so humiliated in a public 
place, do you like your son watching your double fucking, do you slut, do you?”

Mom screamed, “yes, yes, fuck my arse, fuck my pussy, oh son, watch your mother being 
fucked in public, watch me take it…….”

I started jacking off as mom’s juices started pouring down her thighs. This was the sexiest 
thing I had ever seen. I move to grab Susan’s hips and quickly spun her round in line with 
mom’s arse. Before she knew what was happening I thrust my cock hard into he arse and 
shouted, “How do you like an arse fuck? How do you like it?” as I thrust as deep as I could 
into her arse. Realising she could not get free from my dick impaling her arse Susan started 
to fuck me back and continued her pumping of mom with the carrots. I spurted the contents 
of my balls deep into Susan’s arse as she screamed to a mutual orgasm with mom. 

Susan then pulled both carrots from mom’s body and taking each in turn sucked them like 
each was a cock.

After this fantastic final fuck we stayed at the gorge for another hour, swimming together, 
getting some sun and finishing the rest of our wine. Susan asked if we had liked the 
outdoors experience. Both mom and I said that the added risk of being caught was great and 
that it just added to the sexual excitement. Susan agreed but felt that, whilst the gorge was 
lovely, it was a little too secluded. “Next time we have a picnic I’ll chose somewhere where 
we might actually get caught,” she said, “that would be real interesting, don’t you 
think?”……………………….

……………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 11.

The following day Mom and I just loafed around the house. Peter was still away and not due 
back until that afternoon and Susan had gone into the local hospital to continue her nursing 
seminar.

It was nice for Mom and I to be alone for the first time in so many days. So many days of 
the most extreme fucking that had taken us from just a regular mother and son into a mother 
and son that had now shared their most intimate sexual experiences. We both needed time to 
relax, to chat about the situation between us and to explore where this might lead us and 
indeed where we wanted it to go. In the past few days I had masturbated to order for another 
man, had sucked his dick, had fucked my own mother and my grandmother. Whilst mom 
had been consensually humiliated by both myself and Peter, had seduced Susan into lesbian 
sex, had fucked her own mother and her son at the same time and then been fucked outdoors 
by both myself and Susan.

All in all it had been one hell of a week of new experiences that had brought us so close 
together. We talked at length and both agreed that we had no regrets thus far regarding the 
recent events. Mom was still very nervous that Dad may somehow find out. I asked her if 
she thought the risk too great and wanted to call a halt. She replied that whilst she was 
scared, the riskyness of the whole situation added to the extreme excitement she was 
experiencing. Mom said that she didn’t want things to stop. Indeed she was looking forward 
to us having further adventures together.

I noted to her that Peter was returning that afternoon and may well want us to ‘perform’ for 
him. Mom for the first time seemed a little hesitant. I pushed her to explain what the 
problem was. Mom said that she would feel more comfortable when Peter finally left the 
guesthouse and that whilst she was grateful that he had triggered our sexual adventures, she 
now wanted us to take control of the situation. 

“What do you mean exactly?,” I asked.

“Well,” she said, “Peter has been the dominant one. He has controlled us and whilst he had 
only made very vague and mild threats to expose us to Dad, nevertheless he had still 
threatened it.”

I agreed but pointed out that Peter had no proof. His plan to video mom and Susan together 
had not gone as far as actually filming, so if he did tell Dad, he couldn’t prove it.

“I know!,” said mom, “but it will still be better when he leaves and better still if we make 
damn sure he doesn’t dare reveal anything!.”

“What have you got in mind?,” I asked.

“Well,” said mom, “If Peter leaves us in two days time, why don’t we get some evidence on 
him. Something that will turn the tables completely and put him under our control. I propose 
that we get his video camera today, before he returns and the film our next sex session with 
him, ourselves. The tape will be our insurance!.”

“Nice idea mom,” I replied, “but you assume Peter will be bothered by us having him on 
tape. If he’s not and we have attempted to control him, it may well have the very worst 
effect; pissing him off so that he does tell Dad what’s been going on.”

Mom said that she had considered that possibility and that we must have tape of Peter doing 
something he would not want revealed. She pointed out that Peter had rarely actually 
touched any of us. He had instructed, he had wanked and he had gone as far as making me 
suck him off but he had never actually got really involved in the sex. Mom figured that he 
could only control from a distance. If he got too closely involved he lost his confidence to 
control and that frightened him.

I asked again, “What have you got in mind?.”

Mom was blunt in her reply, “When he returns today, Peter will surely want us to fuck for 
him. We shall make sure it is just you and I with him, no Susan, and you shall fuck him!.”

“What!,” I exclaimed, “you can’t be serious!.”

“Sure,” said mom, “If we just have him fuck me it may or may not be enough to get the 
upper hand on him. We must go the full nine yards straight away. If you fuck him and we 
get it all on tape he will be ours. He can then leave us with the piece of mind that we have 
no risk of exposure from him. There is no way a control freak like Peter will want to be 
exposed as having let himself be arse fucked by another man.”

“Mom,” I said, “I’m not sure about this. You know I’m up for most things but I have never 
really contemplated fucking another guy.”

“Do it for me.,” said mom in her most seductive voice. “do it for me and for us.” She paused 
and smiled, “besides, maybe it would be a turn on for me to see you fuck another guy. 
You’ve watched me fuck two other women this week, including my own mother !.”

I contemplated what mom had asked for some time and then decided it would indeed be 
worth it to regain control of our own sex lives. Having agreed we set about getting 
everything in place. I went and got Peter video camera from his suitcase and together mom 
and I set it up on top of her chest of drawers, hidden within a pile of clothing. We discussed 
and practised who, how and at what point we would turn it on and then confirmed that we 
would go for it as soon as Peter arrived.

I spent the next two hours passing around the house nervous and excited about what was to 
come.

Soon after 4pm Peter arrived back from his trip. He plonked himself down in the lounge and 
had mom fetch him a coffee.

“So how was you business?,” mom asked him.

“Fine, it all went very well thanks,” he replied in his usually polite tone, “but its good to get 
back. With only two days of my stay here left I couldn’t wait to return to my little slut 
landlady and her mother fucking son!,” he went on with an immediate change in his tone.

Mom went along with him straight way, “Well Peter, we’ve been waiting for you to. My 
pussy has been just oozing juice thinking of you instructing me and my boy here, to perform 
for your pleasure. We have been saving ourselves for your return,” she lied, “and await your 
instructions to fuck and suck and doing anything else you want of us.”

“I’m so glad to see you have been so loyal,” Peter said, totally unaware that we hadn’t 
stopped fucking in one way or another since he left.

We had to get things going before Susan returned to the house and possibly told Peter of our 
adventures whilst he had been away.

“Can we fuck for you now Peter?,” mom begged, “can we perform for you now, we’ve been 
waiting so long…...”

Peter smiled, “Sure, why not,” he said, “let me see your cunt right now, let me see just how 
wet you are, remove your jeans and panties and spread your pussy for me.”

I stood in the corner of the room as mom slowly unzipped her jeans and slid them down her 
legs and off. She then turned her back to Peter, bent over and slowly pulled her knickers 
down her thighs exposing her arse and pussy lips to Peter. She took her knickers right off 
and then spread her legs to open her pussy to Peter’s full view. It was indeed wet.

“What about you arse?,” said Peter, “spread your checks and show me your little arse.”

Mom did as she was told and opened herself up to Peter. She then put her left index finger 
into her arse hole and pushed it al the way in before proceeding to gently fuck her own arse 
for our pleasure. I guess mom wanted to get both Peter and me excited as quickly as 
possible and it was sure as hell working. My dick was tearing at my trousers fully erect and 
dripping in my shorts.

“Kneel down,” said Peter to mom.

“Oh, why don’t we go upstairs for this one Peter.,” she responded seductively as she turned 
to face him. “I want to really perform for you today, without interruption,” she said looking 
straight into his eyes whilst at the same time rubbing her pussy with both hands.

“Okay upstairs now!” he said, as though it was his idea.

Mom led the way upstairs, I followed with Peter behind. Mom went straight into her room 
and turning to Peter begged him, “please Peter I want to beg a special favour from you.”

Peter was taken aback but, trying to maintain his control of the situation replied, “what do 
you want slut?.”

“I want to masturbate for you, on all fours like a little doggie, I want to bring myself off just 
for you, I want to be dirty, I want to be wet I want to come just for you Peter, just for 
you…….”

Mom’s efforts were working. She seemed to have mesmerised Peter with her utter 
subservience to providing him with a personal performance. He had practically forgotten I 
was there.

Without a response from Peter, mom removed her top and bra. She stood before him a 
small, pert little lady, oozing sex. Gentle she fell to her knees and then onto all fours before 
turning her arse towards him. She then dropped her shoulders to the floor and started to 
work her fingers and then her entire left hand into her pussy. She was getting real dirty, 
swearing and writhing in lust as she fisted herself roughly.

“god,  oh god,,, fuck me, fuck me,” she called to herself, “you’re a little slut aren’t you, a 
little slut who fucks her own son and performs like a whore for strangers, aren’t you, aren’t 
you,” she demanded of herself as she fisted faster and faster.

“Peter,” she yelled , “I’m coming,  I’m comimg just for you Peter. Please kneel behind me 
Peter, please touch me, please slap my arse, punish me Peter, punish your little performing 
slut…”

Peter was totally taken in by mom’s magnificent performance and I was ready to fuck 
anything, including Peter.

Peter dropped his pants and shorts and knelt behind mom. He started to spank her arse with 
his left hand whilst wanking himself with the other.

It was now or never for me and mom. As she kept on tormenting him with her cries of lust 
and her filthy performance I walked to the chest of drawers and hit the record button on the 
video camera. I then quickly stripped and approached Peter from behind.

I felt scared but at the same time strong. This was my opportunity to teach Peter. My chance 
to be the man in control and his turn to be humiliated. I felt the strength of four men as I 
knelt behind him and grabbed his hips with both arms. I didn’t give him a chance to work 
out what was happening or for myself to have second thoughts. I thrust my dick into his arse 
sharply and harshly. He instantly bucked but I grabbed tighter with both arms and dragged 
his arse back onto my cock as I thrust forward with my hips. He was mine and the more he 
struggled the deeper my cock sunk into his body.

“Fuck!, get the fuck of me,” he shouted.

“No chance Peter,” I replied, “now its our turn to control! I going to fuck you good until you 
beg for more.,” I said as I pumped in and out of his tight arse. The feeling was getting to me. 
Nervousness had given way to real sexual excitement and I fucked him. His arse was tight 
and it didn’t seem to matter that it was a man getting my sex.

Mom rolled away and stood. “Fuck him son, fuck him!” she shouted as I pushed Peters head 
and shoulders to the floor and fell on top of him to hold him down.

“Fuck him harder,” mom shouted, “make him beg, make him sorry.”

Mom words drove me on as I pumped harder and faster into Peter’s arse and finally 
wrenched my cock out just as I started to come. Peter feeling his freedom rolled onto his 
back just as I spurted my first load. It hit him straight in the face just as he was going to 
speak. He fell immediately silent and I spurted again into his face and then onto his 
stomach.

“So Peter, now you are the servant,” leered mom, “now we are in control and we no longer 
do as you say. Until you leave in two days you belong to us. How does that feel Peter? How 
does it feel to be on the other side of the table?”

Peter looked angry at having fallen into our trap. “I’ll tell you husband what you’ve been 
upto, you fools. I told I would and now you think you control me, No chance! The deals off 
and you two will be sorry!” he threatened.

Mom walked to the camera and pulled it from the pile of clothing. “Oh, I don’t think so 
Peter. You see, you taught us well. We have this whole scene on video and you will comply 
with our instructions. So keep you empty threats to yourself. Your arse is ours until you 
leave.

“You fuckers!, he said, “what about the tape, do I get it when I leave?.”

“No!,” said mom, “Its our insurance, but rest assured it will never see the light of day as 
long as you keep quiet about your time here in our house.”

Reluctantly Peter agreed and started to get up of the floor.

“Not yet Peter!, said mom. 

Turning to me mom grabbed my dick and wanked it a few strokes. Have you got another 
load in there son?, she asked.

I instantly knew what she had in mind, “Sure mom,” I replied stepping forward and wanking 
myself over Peter’s stomach, crotch and legs. 

He just lay on the floor, utterly beaten as I ejaculated another full load over him.

“Now,” said mom to Peter, “you will leave us and we shall not tolerate and attempted 
domination from you for the rest of your stay. You shall now return to your room and get 
cleaned up and you shall go on your hands and knees!.”

Peter crawled out of the room covered in my mess and literally climbed the flight of stairs to 
his attic room on all fours with spunk dripping from his body. The tables were truly turned 
and mom and I were totally in control of our new sexuality.
 
“Do we tell Susan about this?,” I asked.

“Oh indeed we shall tell Susan, indeed we shall!” said mom, ”after all the tables are now 
turned, We are in control and Susan is now ours for the rest of her stay. She double fucked 
me in a public place, with two carrots for god’s sake! Our little Susan need to be taught a 
lesson……but right now I need finishing off… fuck me son, fuck me now……….”

……………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 12.

Two days latter the time for Peter to depart our house arrived. He had been very quiet since 
we had humiliated him by my fucking his arse and getting the whole scene on video. 
Nevertheless he had shown no bad feelings towards us. Peter had always been most pleasant 
and remained that way. I guess he simply accepted that in the end we had won the game and 
turned the tables on him and along the way we had all enjoyed ourselves.

Peter came downstairs with his packed bags mid-morning. We walked outside with him to 
his car.

“You know I have really enjoyed my stay here.,” he said, “it was wonderful getting to know 
both of you so intimately.”

“It has been wonderful for us too Peter,” replied mom. “I would never have believed our 
lives could have been so changed by one house guest, but I am glad it has and grateful to 
you for making it happen.” 

Mom then lent forward and kissed Peter on the cheek. “No hard feelings about the tape?,” 
she asked.

“No I guess not,” Peter said, “just as long as it stays private, and I believe you will stick to 
your word.”

“Absolutely!,” said Mom, “It will remain totally private.” She added, “If you ever want to 
come and stay again Peter, please don’t hesitate, we would both like to see you again some 
time.”

With that Peter climbed into his car and left us. I put my arm round mom’s shoulder and we 
turned to walk indoors. As we did so another car pulled into the driveway. As it came to a 
halt the window was wound down and a women leaned out.

“Hello,” she said in a very quite voice, “one of the locals in town pointed us in your 
direction for accommodation. Would you be able to put us up for two or three days?.”

“What exactly are you looking for?,” mom replied.

“Oh just a double room, its just me and my daugther. We are on our way down south and 
just want to rest up for a few days and take in some of the local scenery,” the women 
replied.

“Sure,” said mom, “that will be no problem. I’m Paula and this is my son
Sam. He’ll get you bags and help you indoors.”

“Thanks,” said the women climbing from her car and introducing herself as Clare. Her 
daughter then got out of the car and said cheerily, “Hi, I’m Angela, but people call me 
Angel!.” 

“God knows why!,” said her mother laughing.

I grabbed the bags and we all made our way indoors. Mom showed our new guests into the 
Kitchen and offered them some coffee and sandwiches. I took their bags upstairs to the attic 
room that Peter had vacated that morning. It kind of amused me to be putting them in a 
room that had seen so much sexual activity in the past couple of week. If only they knew 
what had been going on in this apparently respectable house. I then made my way back 
downstairs and joined Mom, Clare and Angel in the kitchen.

Clare, I figured, was about the same age as Mom, in her late thirties, and had a similar 
figure. She was about 5’3,” slim, petite but with larger breasts than mom’s. Her hair was 
long, dark and lightly permed. 

Angel took after her mother and was eighteen years old. With the exception of Angel having 
her hair straight, she and her mother could have been sisters. I thought they were both real 
good looking and was very happy to have them brightening up the house for a few days.

“So you’ll be staying for a few days then?,” asked mom, “where did you say you were 
heading?.”

Clare replied that they were on their way to see her folks in South Carolina but since Angel 
had a few weeks off school, they had decided to take the journey slow and double it up as a 
touring holiday.

“So what about your husband?,” mom said and then quickly added, “if you don’t mind me 
asking.”

“Sadly my husband and I were divorced a few years ago now,” Clare replied, and then 
hugging Angel real tight she added, “so its just me and my little Angel here!.”

“Sorry,” said mom, “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Not at all,” said Clare, “I still get on with my husband, its just better we don’t live together 
if you know what I mean.”

I thought it best to change the subject and spoke up telling Clare and Angel that their bags 
were in the attic room and then asking them if they had any particular site seeing in mind 
during their stay with us. Angel piped up that she was keen to see some of our great scenery 
and to just chill out for a few days. 
“Got any recommendations?,” she asked.

“For good scenery and real secluded chill-out country you should try Woodville Gorge,” I 
said and immediately notice mom look at me with a wry smile, obviously recalling our 
recent sex session there with Susan. 

“Sounds good to me,” said Angel, “What do you think mom?.”

“Fine!, said Clare, “but we’ll need instructions on how to get there.”

I quickly cut in, “It’s a bit of a rough road but well worth it. You’d be better in a 4x4 but 
you’re welcome to take mine tomorrow if you want.”

Not wanting to miss a chance to get to know these two gorgeous women better I added “Of 
course, I’ll be glad to take you there if you don’t mind the company. Mom and I sometimes 
picnic there, how would you feel if we all went for the day, it’s real beautiful, you wont 
regret it!”

“Well that would be real kind of you Sam,” said Clare, “are you absolutely sure you and 
your mother have the time?.”

“Absolutely,” said mom, “it will be a pleasure.”

Clare and Angel then excused themselves and went up to their room to unpack their bags.

Mom took the opportunity to ask me, “are you planning some entertainment with our new 
guests?,” she asked, “or was the choice of Woodville Gorge just a co-incidence?.”

“I don’t know what you mean mom,” I replied smirking.

The next morning mom got up early and prepared a huge picnic. I entered the kitchen as she 
was packing it into the hamper and cheekily asked if she had remembered to take carrots. 

“No, but I’ve got a lovely cucumber,” said mom with just the dirtiest look on her face, you 
could imagine.

We both laughed and quickly hugged each other. I took the opportunity to feel her arse 
through her shorts and give her a beautiful deep kiss. My dick immediately started to rise 
but mom pulled away and told me to stop being so naughty and control myself. “If you’re 
lucky, you’ll need all you strength for latter,” she said.

We loaded up the 4x4 and set off around 10.30 arriving at the gorge about 45 minutes latter. 
Clare and Angel immediately commented on just how beautiful it was and how lucky we 
were to have such a place so near.

We went to the same area of grass that we had visited with Susan just a few days before. 
Mom set down the hamper and immediately opened a bottle of wine.

“Who wants some?,” she asked holding up the bottle. 

“Oh yes please,” said Clare, “it’s a bit early but if we’ve got all day here then we may as 
well get relaxed.”

Before Angel could respond to the offer of wine, I asked here if she would care to come for 
a walk with me and see a bit more of the gorge and the surrounding country.

“yeah sure,” she replied, “That sounds great. Is it alright with you mum?”

“Yes that okay honey,” Clare said, but be careful and make sure Sam takes good care of 
you.

“Don’t worry, I will,” I said, adding that we would be no longer than an hour.

With that Angel and I set off, slowly walking up the valley along the river bank whilst mom 
and Clare settled on the grass with their bottle of wine. 

As it turned out Angel and I were gone just a little under an hour but not by much. The time 
was not only taken up with site seeing but with a fantastic outdoor sex session that I will 
recount in the next chapter of this story. For now, I want to relate what Mum and Clare got 
up to in our absence, as described to me by mom latter that evening.

After Clare and I left the grass area and wandered off into the woods mom and Clare had 
settled down on the grass to chat, drink some wine and take in some of the mid-morning 
sunshine. 

Clare enquired of mom whether dad was still on the scene.

“Oh sure,” said mom, “but he is a computer engineer and his work takes him away to the 
city most of the time so he tends to stay in Motels rather than travel home each day. He 
would end up spending hours travelling.”

“So why don’t you live in the city then?,” asked Clare.

“We all love this area so much we decided a long time ago that it was worth him being away 
for a few weeks at a time, in return for the benefits of living where we do. Also running the 
guesthouse gives us extra income so we plan that he will retire early. In the meantime we 
put up with him being away,” said mom.

“But what about….well you know…what do you do for…er..,” stumbled Clare.

“You mean what do I do for Sex?,” said mom plainly.

“Well yes, what do you do for sex, I know how much I miss not having a husband around.” 
Responded Clare.

Mom told me the wine was relaxing her nicely by this time and she was more open with 
Clare than she had intended to by. 

“Well you know, there’s always masturbation and a few well chosen toys,” she giggled, 
“and I have to admit that I have had one or two encounters with guests. But don’t get me 
wrong, its not like I don’t love my husband dearly, its just sometimes….well sometimes 
situations just arise and if you haven’t had a good cock for a fortnight the temptation can be 
overwhelming. Does that shock you Clare, I do hope not.”

“No it doesn’t shock me,” said Clare, “as I said, I know what it’s like to get frustrated from 
time to time.”

The wine was beginning to remove both mom and Clare’s inhibitions and Clare then asked 
mom, “so tell me, what was your last sexual encounter with a guest. I would just love to 
know the details. Go on tell!….please.”

Mom knew she couldn’t tell Clare that her last sex had been with me and Peter, or indeed 
the time before that, that had been with her own mother and me. Thinking it was the least 
shocking of all she blurted out, without really thinking, that it had been with Susan, a female 
guest.

“Lesbian sex!,” exclaimed Clare, “you’re bisexual?.”

“Well I never really thought of it that way,” said mom, “but yes I have enjoyed sex with 
other women sometimes.”

Clare seemed a little unsettled and changed the subject saying, “Shall we go and take a look 
at the river then?.”

“Sure,” said mom, adding, “so do you still want to know the details?”

Clare had regained her composure as they walked to the river’s edge and replied that yes she 
would still like to hear the details.

“Lets sit here by the water and you tell me all about it,” mom said.

They both sat down, mom dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and Clare also in a pair of 
shorts with a blouse and a bra underneath. Mom proceeded to recount a slightly untrue 
version of her sex session with Susan. She described how she and Susan had been the only 
ones in the house one night and that She had started to flirt with Susan by flashing her 
knickers to her. She made sure not to reveal that the whole episode was set up with the 
intention of involving Peter and myself.

“So what was Susan’s response to your flashing at her?,” asked Clare.

“Well thankfully she took the bait,” replied mom, “she was submissive to me and after a 
little persuasion she proceeded to strip off and frig herself in front of me whilst leaning over 
the back of the sofa.”

“God that sounds exciting!,” exclaimed Clare, “go on tell me more.”

“Well then, when she had bought herself off, she came over to me in my chair and finger 
fucked me in my pussy and my arse. It was fucking great!,” said mom, “and finally I…….,” 
she tailed off.

“Finally what!, what!,” begged Clare.

“Well I had a carrot from the kitchen and I…er…well I fucked her with the carrot and we 
both came together.”

“When was this?,” asked Clare.

“Oh only a few days ago,” said mom.

“and Susan, has she gone now?,” said Clare.

“No she’s still staying with us, shall I introduce you,” said mom with a big grin on her face.

Clare didn’t answer the question. Instead she commented to mom how hot it was sitting in 
the sun. Mom thought Clare was actually getting hot from listening to the story judging by 
the way her nipples were sticking out.

“Well if you’re hot, lets go for a swim,” said mom.

“I can’t, I haven’t got anything.”

“You mean you didn’t bring a swimsuit. Sorry that’s my fault I should have told you 
yesterday that the swimming here was good.,” apologised mom, “but since Sam and Angel 
aren’t here, why worry, lets just skinny dip.”

“Oh, I don’t know, what if someone came by.,” said Clare.

Mom assured Clare that it would be okay since very few people ever came to this part of the 
gorge. They would have total privacy and added to that she assured Clare that skinny 
dipping in the great outdoors was just fantastic.

“Go on then,” said Clare, “I will if you will, but you must go first!.”

Mom stood up and removed her t-shirt to reveal her small titties and, by this time, erect 
nipples. She then put her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulled both 
them and her shorts down on off whilst looking directly at Clare.

Clare noticed mom’s nipples and asked her if she the story telling had got her excited. Mom 
replied that indeed it had.

“Now you’re turn.,” said mom.

Clare hesitated than stood up and started to unbutton her blouse. She removed it, then 
unclipped her bra and let it drop to the floor. Then she sat down again.

“Oh come on,” said mom, “don’t be shy, what about the rest?.”

“I’m embarrassed!,” replied Clare.

Mom immediately grabbed Clare’s ankles and rolled her onto her back grabbing her shorts 
and started to pull them off.

“Come on, get it all off,” she laughed as she pulled Clare’s shorts down taking her knickers 
with them. “There isn’t that better?,” she asked as Clare now sat beneath her totally naked. 
“I can she from your wetness that my little story has got you excited too,” she said.

They had both now forgotten about swimming as mom knelt between Clare’s legs and 
looked her straight in the eye, “do you want to have some fun with me, like Susan, Clare?,” 
she asked.

Clare whispered gently back, “yes…yes please…show me how you fuck another women 
Paula. I would love to fuck with you but you must promise not to tell anyone….please.”

“I won’t tell, if you won’t,” said mom as she gently pushed Clare’s knees apart to reveal her 
now glistening pussy lips, “just enjoy it and if you want me to stop just say so.”

Mom proceeded to lower her head to Clare’s pussy and started to lick and suck her clit. At 
the same time she reached up and massaged Clare’s breasts, pinching and tweaking her 
nipples.

“god this is so good,” murmured Clare.

Mom removed her hands from Clare’s breasts, inserted two fingers into her cunt and started 
pumping her to orgasm. She then started to push a finger into Clare’s arse.

“No not my arse!,” said Clare, “please not my arse.”

“Trust me you’ll love it,” replied mom and pushed her finger fully into Clare’s tight 
arsehole. She continued to pump in and out of her cunt and arse at the same time, faster and 
faster. “Come for me Clare, come for me you bitch, you dirty bitch, come for me,” she 
shouted.

“Oh God,  I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” shouted Clare, “watch out when I come, I 
er……..”

Before she could finish her sentence Clare’s jerked to orgasm and her pussy blasted a 
massive load of juice into mom’s face. So much that mom jerked backwards with her face 
and hair just dripping.

“My God, you ejaculate Clare,” said mom wiping her face with her hands.

“I know, I know,” said Clare, “I always cum like that, full loads of ejaculation. My husband 
used to love it.”

Mom immediately turned around and sat over Clare’s face. She then went back down on 
Clare’s pussy in a 69 position. Both of them put fingers into each other and sucked hard on 
each other’s clits. Faster and harder they fucked, screaming and swearing at each other until 
mom reached a racking, jerking orgasm. A few seconds latter Clare jerked her body stiff and 
another blast of female cum shot from her cunt. Mom lifted her head away to watch burst 
after burst shot into the air from Clare and onto the grass. They then both collapsed 
exhausted and spent, gently kissing and rubbing each other’s pussy.
As they settled and got their breath back Clare turned to mom and said that it had been the 
best sex she had had for a long time.

“Have you ever done it with a women before?,” asked mom.

“Yes, once or twice but never outdoors. It just seems so naughty. Promise me we can do this 
again before Angel and I leave. Please can we?.”

“Of course!,” said mom, “but on one condition. You let me have sex with Angel as well.”

“Good God Paula!, you really are something. Not satisfied with me, you want sex with my 
daughter as well!” said Clare.

“Well she’s so beautiful,” replied mom, “and in return you can use my son if you like.” 

“How can you offer your son like that? How do you know he would want to fuck me?,” 
asked Clare, continuing, “look, it not up to me what Angel does, she’s old enough to make 
her own choices so if you can seduce her you go right ahead.”

“Have you ever had sex with her?,” mom asked bluntly.

Clare froze.

“You have, haven’t you!,” said mom, “I can see from your reaction that you have. You dirty 
cow, the times before with a women were with Angel weren’t they?”

“Well I get so frustrated since my husband left and Angel and I have always been very 
close. You know, it…..well it just happened. The first time was a few months ago now.”

“And when was the last time?,” said mom digging.

“Oh God!, I suppose I may as well come clean,” responded Clare, “the last time was 
yesterday in the car travelling here. Angel started to fondle my thigh and frig herself in the 
seat next to me. She’s always on heat these days. Well, we just pulled off the road and suck 
and frigged each other there and then.

“So it’s a regular thing between you then?”

“Yeah, I suppose it is but I’m not sure I should have told you. I hardly even know you. I just 
feel so relaxed with you Paula and having just fucked each other I feel I can tell you 
anything,” said Clare.

“I feel the same about you Clare and if it helps put you at ease with your disclosure, I 
prepared to tell you my sexiest secret,” said mom.

“Oh yes, Paula, tell me your sexy secrets. It is better than your sex with Susan,” asked Clare 
as she unconsciously started to gently rub her pussy lips.
“Oh its much worse than that Clare. Whilst you know the pleasure of sex with your own 
daughter, I have known what its like to fuck my own son!,” mom said quietly.

“Sam!, you’ve fucked with Sam?, said Clare.

“Oh yes Clare, I have indeed and I still do, often!.”

“I don’t know what to say,” said Clare.

“Well it is really any different from you and Angel?.”

Clear thought for some time and then smiling at mom said gently, “I suppose not” and added 
“so that why you so confidently offered him to me.  I can tell you Paula, that’s an offer I 
intend to take up!”

Clare was now openly rubbing her clit and gently bringing herself to her third orgasm as she 
imagined mom and I fucking each other. Mom responded by wanking herself thinking of 
Angel. They both bought themselves off, in a gentle silence, performing for each other.

……………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 13.

Whilst mom and Clare had, unbeknown to us, been getting it on together, Angel and I had 
been exploring the gorge. We had been walking and generally making polite conversation 
concerning the beautiful scenery for about ten minutes when Angel turned the conversation 
towards private matters. She asked me if I intended to stay in our small town for the whole 
of my life, what plans I had, whether I had a girlfriend and all sorts of generally personal 
questions. It certainly didn’t bother me and I was quite happy to tell her that whilst I 
someday wanted to travel I was quite happy at present helping out mom at the guesthouse. I 
also told her that I didn’t have any steady girlfriend. 

The truth was I didn’t need one. I was getting all the sex I could dream of from my own 
mom and the thought of working at a relation ship at that time in my life just seemed a real 
drag. Of course I didn’t tell Angel that, I just told her I was between girlfriends.

I asked Angel about herself and whether there was anyone partner in her life at the moment. 

“No,” she said, “my mother is a bit over protective of me since she and dad split up, so I 
don’t get the freedom I want. Don’t get me wrong, mum’s not oppressive but the idea of me 
getting a good fuck without her knowing or at least finding out and giving me a hard time 
about education and responsibility and unwanted pregnancy and all that jazz, just doesn’t 
seem possible.”

She seemed to stop abruptly, realising that she was probably complaining too much in 
response to what had been just a polite enquiry from me. Sensing there was more to Angel 
than the well-behaved little innocent she was portraying I decided to push the point.

“So your mom keeps close tabs on you and doesn’t let you have boyfriends?,” I asked in a 
surprised tone.

“Well not exactly, I mean she’s not that bad,” responded Angel, “its just that I could be a 
whole lot naughtier given the chance, if you see what I mean.”

I told Angel that she was now confusing me and asked bluntly whether she was getting it or 
not.

“Well yes, from time to time, but I have had one or two really wild experiences that it’s 
difficult to repeat with mom around.”

“Really!,” I said, “like what?.”

“Oh no!,” said Angel, “you don’t get me that easy. If you want me to tell you about my wild 
times then first you gotta tell me yours. I’ll do you a deal. If you tell me something that 
really shocks me, that’s really wild, and that I believe to be true, then I’ll tell you about my 
most radical sexual encounters. Deal?”

I remained silent for a while. I knew I had stuff to tell that would truly shock Angel, but how 
far could I safely go? After some considerable thought and prompting from Angel, I blurted 
out, “Well I’ve done it with another guy!.”

“What fucked another guy?,” asked Angel, “you’re gay are you?”

“No, no, not gay,,” I quickly responded, “its just the opportunity arose to fuck this other guy 
and I tried it. That’s all!”

“And did you like it?,” she said.

“Yeah sure, it was good. It’s not something I’ve done regularly but I won’t deny I liked it.” I 
quickly added “What about you, ever done it with another girl?”

“Well now, that would be telling,” she said coyly, “and you haven’t shocked me enough yet. 
You’ve got to do better than a one off gay fuck to shock me!”

Angel wasn’t giving anything away, but I still figured she was being straight with me. I 
thought again long and hard about what to say to her to get her to open up, figuratively 
speaking. I decided to go for broke, figuring I could always pretend to be joking if she was 
just too shocked.

“I’ve fucked my own mom!,” I exclaimed.

There was utter silence! Then Angel stopped walking and looked me straight in the eye and 
repeated what I had said, “You’ve fucked your own mom?.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I really have fucked my own little mom.”

“Christ, you’re not joking are you!,” she said, “you really have got it on with your mom.”

“Well is that shocking enough for you?”

Surprisingly Angel smiled and said, “oh yes ineed! You win! You’ve shocked me all right!”

I was now to find out if I had gone over the top. Would she scream and run away or stay? 
“So you gonna tell me your wildest experiences then? After all a deals a deal.”

Angel lent against a tree and smiled. “You’re right a deals a deal! Well without going into 
full detail, I’ll tell you my top three wildest sessions. In third place,” she said laughing, “I 
fucked two guys at once, at home whilst mum was downstairs.” She paused and thought 
before continuing, “In second place I had sex outdoors with a guy within yards of other 
people.”

“And first?” I asked.

Again Angel paused for some long thought and them smiling again said softly, “In first 
place,………….I fucked another women!”

“Lesbian sex is hardly that shocking,” I mocked, “it hardly ranks number one!.”

“Oh but we have more in common than you think, Sam,” she said, “I didn’t just have sex 
with any women. I had sex with mum!.”

“You’re kidding,” I said excitedly, “You fucked with your mom too?”

I walked over to Angel and put a hand over each of her shoulders and onto the tree she was 
leaning against. I just knew that she was hot! Her revelations to me had left her flushed, her 
nipples were sticking out through the material of her top and she was breathing heavily. 

“It turns you on telling me about it, doesn’t it?” I asked, “and the thought of me fucking my 
mom, what does that do for you Angel, does that get you hot as well?.”

She didn’t answer, she just wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard. “Fuck me 
Sam,” she whispered.

“Not yet,” I said, “If we are talking about our wildest experiences, why don’t we make this 
opportunity, just that; a chance to beat our wildest! What would be the wildest fantasy you 
could have her, in the woods, with me, right now?”

Angel thought again, and then said, “you mean anything, anything I want?”

“Sure anything!, What do you want?”

Angel looked me, once again in the eye and said confidently, “I want you to fuck me in the 
arse, standing right here against this tree!”

“Sure,” I said before being immediately stopped by Angel. “I haven’t finished yet,” she said, 
“When you have fucked me, I want you to piss all over me. I want to be humiliated Sam, 
totally humiliated. Would you like to do that Sam, would you like to do that with me?”

“Oh yes,” I said, rubbing my cock through my pants, “I would love to do all that with you 
Angel!”

I started to pull down my pants and shorts immediately, and let my hard cock spring into the 
cool forest air. I was totally on heat by now and under Angel’s spell.

“Hold on Sam!” she said, “aren’t you forgetting something? What are you going to do in 
return, that’s really wild?”

“What do you want?” I begged.

Angel pretended to think, but it was clear she had already decided on what she wanted of 
me. “When we get back to where our mothers are you are to approach them still naked! 
You’ve got to walk right up to them in the nude!”

“Are you kidding?” I asked.

“No kidding,” she said “and what’s more, you are to be totally stiff, just like you are now 
Sam, on heat and dripping pre-cum.” 

“And what the fuck do you think our mothers will say to that?” I asked.

“Well if you’ve fucked yours and I’ve fucked mine, then they really won’t have much of a 
choice but to go along with things will they. They can hardly complain. Besides I want to 
see you fuck you mom Sam!” 

I was too gone with lust to argue, “alright!” I said, “I’ll do it, now get naked and show me 
that arse of yours.”

Angel pushed me back two paces and stripped her clothes. She stood before me, totally 
beautiful in the great outdoors. She rubbed her nipples a few times and then dropped her 
fingers to her cunt and proceeded to rub her clit gently. Then she slowly turned away from 
me and lent out with both arms onto the tree for support. “Fuck my arse Sam!,” she 
whispered, “go ahead, fuck my arse hard Sam.”

I positioned myself between her legs and spat onto my cock head for lubrication. I then 
moved a few more inches forward and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her arse 
crack. Angel immediately put one of her hands between her legs and started to frig herself. 

I put the head of my cock against her arse hole and gently pushed forward. My cock sank 
quickly and easily into her arse and she squealed and I pushed it all the way in. I nearly 
came than and there. Controlling myself I gently started to slowly push in and out of her 
arse. Each time I withdrew a few inches she breathed out and with each thrust back in she 
took a gently breath. We quietly and slowly built up speed.  There seemed no need to say 
anything. The sounds of the forest, Angel’s breathing and the moist sound of her arse being 
well fucked was enough. We were both in ecstasy. My initial urged to come, subsided and 
we managed to slowly fuck for at least five minutes. Then as our climax started to build 
Angel started talking, louder and louder until she reached a level where she was shouting at 
me to fuck her arse, hard. For myself I shouted back that she was by slut, my little arse slut 
and that I was going to make her come. My fucking became frenetic as we reached orgasm. 
I decided not to pull out and plunged as deep into her arse as I could as I started to pump my 
cum into her bowels. Angel screamed with pleasure and continued her clit frigging as she 
too came.

We stood still for a moment and then I pulled out of her arse. She turned and knelt before 
me. I knew what she wanted and, holding my sticky cock, started to piss on her. I rain piss 
all over her little body and face. She opened her mouth and gulped it in. All the while 
continually rubbing her clit and arse with her fingers. She was just so dirty. As my piss 
started to subside I was already beginning to get hard again and started to jack myself off.

“Lay down and do that,” Angel said.

I lay on the forest path and continued to jack myself. As I did so angel stood over me and 
started her own stream of piss. She drenched me from head to toe in her flow as I pumped 
my cum over my chest and stomach.

When finished, I stood up and we both gathered our clothes.

“Lets both walk naked,” said Angel, “we’re only fifteen minutes away from where we left 
our mothers, lets walk naked through the woods back to them and when we get there don’t 
forget, we walk straight up to them as we are. Let’s just see their reaction.

“Fine by me!” I said, as we started back down the path back to mom and Clare, carrying our 
clothes and both dripping my spunk, me from my chest and Angel from her arse.

……………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 14.

Angel and I walked for about fifteen minutes. Totally naked, and still lustful after our fuck. 
The feeling of just walking through the woods with nothing on and the evidence of our 
fucking still covering our bodies was really sexy. 

Best of all was the adrenaline rush I was getting as we got nearer and nearer to where we 
had left mom and Clare. I could feel my excitement growing and my cock started to rise 
once again. When we got to the edge of the wood we could see mom and Clare sitting in the 
grass, drinking wine and chatting. The scene seemed so normal that I suddenly got nervous.

“We can’t do this Angel,” I said, “If we just walk right up to our mothers with nothing on, 
how on earth do you know what their reaction might be. Your mother might fucking kill me 
for taking advantage of you in the forest.”

“Don’t worry, trust me, they’ll go for it.” She replied, “As I said, if you’ve fucked your 
mom and I’ve had sex with mine then they just can’t refuse the chance for us all to have a 
session together.”

Angel’s words put my mind at rest a little. I reached down and grabbed my swollen cock 
and gave it a couple of jerks. Pre-cum started to rise.

“Here goes then!” I said to Angel as I took her hand and we strolled briskly out of the trees 
and made directly for mom and Clare. Looking ahead I could see that mom had seen us 
approaching and then gave a ‘double take’ as she obviously realised we were naked. She 
instantly got to her feet and Clare, at the same time, knelt up to see what had caught mom’s 
attention. By this time Angel and I were only twenty yards away and walked right up to 
mom and Clare before either had a chance to say anything.

Angel spoke first with a cheerful, “Hi Mum!” as though it was perfectly normal to wander 
out of the woods with nothing on, holding hands with a man sporting a raging hardon.

Not surprisingly Clare’s reaction was a little less relaxed. “What the fuck are you doing?” 
she shouted at Angel. She then immediately turned to me, having spotted by cock bouncing 
up and down, and said “I trusted you Sam to look after Angel not to abuse her and here you 
are wandering straight out of the woods, obviously having fucked my little girl.” 

Mom had said nothing. I looked at her. She was looking at my swollen cock and then looked 
at me. Before I could say anything mom just smiled, a knowing smile and Angel started to 
talk.

“Calm down mum,” she said to Clare, “Sam didn’t rape me for God’s sake. I wanted him to 
fuck me. I haven’t been properly fucked for weeks and out there in the woods just seemed 
such a great place to do it. And you know what mum, Sam fucked me in the arse. A real 
hard arse fuck!” With that Angel turned her back to our mothers, bent slightly forward and 
pulled her arse cheeks apart to show them the remnants of my spunk still dripping from her 
arse. She then turned to face them again and said “so what do you think of that then mum?” 
She was just so dirty.

Clare just looked totally shocked by her daughter’s brazen behaviour. “Okay Angel,” she 
said, “I suppose you old enough to make your own choices, but why do you walk straight up 
to us still undressed and with Sam in that state?"

“Because mum, Sam and I have been talking and he knows that you and I have had sex 
together and, guess what mum, Sam has fucked Paula here!”

“Yes I know!” said Clare.

“What do you mean, you know!”

“Well, Paula and I have been talking and she told me.”

“Talking eh?” said Angel, “If Paula told you that, then I bet you’ve been doing more than 
talking whilst Sam and I were in the woods. Have you two fucked?,” she said looking from 
her mother to my mom and back again. “You have haven’t you! If nothing else mum, I 
know you had a bra on when we left you and where is it now mum, eh?”

Feeling a little left out of the conversation I said, rather pathetically, “So what now then?”

Angel continue to lead events, “Sam here is going to fuck his mother for us mum. The two 
of them are going to put on a little show for us and then I thought we would just take it form 
there.”

Clare instantly smiled and put her arm around Angel’s shoulder. “Well my little Angel, you 
really are a clever little thing aren’t you,” she said as she let her hand drop onto her 
daughters breast and started to tweak her nipple. “Come on then Sam, let’s see you use that 
weapon of yours. Angel and I expect a good show from you and little Paula here. I’ve never 
seen a son fuck his mother before and the thought is getting me real juicy.” With that and 
with her other hand she started to rub her own pussy through the material of her shorts.

Mom walked over to me and took hold of my dick without saying a word. She sank to her 
knees and started to gently suck me as Clare and Angel sat down next to the picnic basket 
and started to watch. Mom looked directly at them both as she slowly, gently and silently 
sucked and licked. I knew she was performing this blowjob for them and I was just the prop, 
so I too stayed as quiet as possible and let mom get on with it. She put her hand down the 
waistband of her shorts and started to finger fuck herself as she continued to suck me. Clare 
and Angel just looked on with excitement.

“Come for Sam,” said mom gently to me, “come for mummy, please come for mummy.”

Her words sent me over the edge and I started to cum. Mom locked her mouth firmly onto 
my dick and took every drop into her mouth. She sucked me dry and then carefully pulled 
her mouth off my dick.  Mom then crawled over to Clare and Angel and opened her mouth 
for them both to see my full load. Then mom deliberately and explicitly took a big gulp and 
swallowed the entire load down in one.

Clare smiled and said “God Paula, that was good. Now fuck Sam, please fuck Sam for 
Angel and me.”

Mom crawled back over to me and taking my cock in hand started to pump and suck me to 
hardness again. As she did so Clare stood and pulled off her top and shorts before sitting 
back down next to Angel. It was the first time I had seen Clare naked and She was as 
gorgeous as I had imagined she would be. A dead ringer for mom but her tits were probably 
36C as opposed to mom’s little 34A cup.

Clare and Angel each put a hand onto each other cunt and started to rub and finger fuck each 
other as Mom ripped of her shorts and knickers and, turning her arse to me, knelt on all 
fours.

“Fuck me Sam,” she said, “fuck me for our new friends.”

I immediately inserted my dick into mom’s pussy and started to fuck. I was determined to 
last as long as possible so that Angel and Clare could really get going. I pushed in and out of 
mom slowly and steadily whilst she played with her own nipples. Clare, in the meantime, 
had also knelt on all fours in front of her daughter and was letting Angel fuck her pussy with 
nearly her whole hand. Both mom and Clare started to buck as my dick pumped in and out, 
and Angels fist did the same to Clare.

“Spank her Sam!” shouted Clare, “Spank that whore mother of yours, make her beg Sam!”

I took the instruction and started to spank moms arse as I plunged my cock in and out of her 
pussy. Mom yelped as each stroke came down on her cheeks. At the same time Angel 
started to spank her own mother’s arse but much harder than me. She really laid into her 
mom with hard, almost brutal strokes and started to verbally abuse her.

“You’re a fuck slut mum, a dirty filthy whore, aren’t you mum? You like being fucked by 
your own daughter, you just love to be fucked you dirty bitch, don’t you?”

Clare started groaning as her orgasm approached. As she did so Angel pushed her whole 
hand into her mothers gaping pussy and started to pump hard. I sped up my own fucking as 
mom collapsed her shoulders to the ground to give me full exposure to her pussy and arse. I 
spanked her cheeks harder as I pumped and thrust into her. I wanted mom to come just at the 
same time as Clare and kept watching them both. Angel realised and we worked in synch on 
our respective moms until both screamed and cried into their own orgasms. I kept on 
fucking mom until I was ready to come and them pulled out of her cunt. I quickly turned her 
round and grasping a handful of hair started to cum all over her head. Her hair was totally 
covered with long sticky strands hanging down onto her face.

“Get over there mom and clean up Paula,” Angel said to her mother. Clare crawled over to 
mom and started to lick her face and head to clean up as much of my mess as she could. 
Having done so, she looked up from mom and said, “so we’ve all come but you Angel. Your 
turn now!”

“Sam can fuck me again,” Angel replied.

“Oh no!” said Clare and then turned to Paula and said, “Get that cucumber Paula.”

Mom immediately went to the picnic hamper and pulled out the cucumber she had bought 
with her. It was a good ten inches long. She passed it to Clare. Angel looked worried and at 
the same time desperately excited.

“Now Angel, your turn to come,” she said as she pulled Angel onto her knees and made her 
rest on all fours. “Paula, you may have the honour,” she said passing the cucumber back to 
mom.

Mom took the vegetable and knelt behind Angel. She rubbed her fingers up and down 
Angel’s pussy lips and then placed the end of the cucumber against her opening.

“Go on Paula, fuck her, give little Angel a good seeing to, that’s what she always wants.”

Mom took Clare’s encouragement and plunged the cucumber into Angel’s pussy. She then 
pushed more and more into angel who seemed to take nearly the whole thing with ease. 
Mom wanted more reaction so started to fuck angel rather harshly with it. This had the 
desired effect as Angel started to scream and buck against the intrusion. Clare immediately 
lay down in front of angel and positioned her pussy so Angel could suck her, as she herself 
was cucumber fucked by mom.

It was an incredibly seen of lesbianism. I was so excited that my cock started to pulsate and 
then, for the first time ever, I spontaneously ejaculated without even having to touch my 
cock. My cum just started to spurt into the air before me as Angel wrenched herself to 
orgasm. 

Mom then pulled the vegetable form Angel’s pussy, sat down on the grass and immediately 
inserted it into her own cunt and started to fuck herself with the well-lubricated vegetable. 
She came again, almost straight away, finally ripping the cucumber from her snatch and 
throwing it onto the grass in front of Clare, like a trophy.

We were all utterly spent and utterly satisfied.

……………………………………………………………………………


The Guesthouse Stories Part 15.

On the way home from the gorge, we all talked about our outdoor session and the incest 
Clare & Angel and Mum & I had been experiencing. Angel sat up front with me whilst 
Mum and Clare were in the back. As we drove and chatted I could see mum kissing and 
fondling Clare. Then they both stopped chatting with Angel and I and proceeded to finger 
fuck each other yet again, totally lost in their own little world of lust. Once finished, Clare 
asked Mum to tell Angel all about the masturbation session she had first had with Susan 
back at the house which Mum duly did, in the most graphic detail.

“And guess what!,” said Clare to Angel, “Paula has promised to introduce us to Susan 
before we leave, if you know what I mean!.”

“Christ, that sounds good!,” I said.

“Sorry Sam,” Clare replied, “what I have in mind is a girls only session. Just your Mother, 
me, Angel and this little nurse, Susan. I hope you don’t mind Sam but sometimes us girls 
just want to have fun together. I promise we will tell you all about it though. How would 
that be?”

“Well it seems like I’ve got no choice then, but I definitely will hold you to the promise to 
tell all, after the event.” I said.

Mum then said there was no time like the present and if Clare and Angel were up to it, why 
not get it on with Susan, that evening. Clare and Angel agreed to go for it but added that 
they wanted to have some fun, playing a little trick on Susan.

“What have you got in mind?” said Mum.

“It always interests me just what people will go for and how far they will go,” said Clare. 
We know Susan is prepared to get into most things from what you have told us, so lets push 
her a little further. This evening when Susan gets in, you must introduce Clare and myself to 
her, but I want you to tell Susan that Angel is still at high school. Tell her Angel is fifteen. 
Angel, you must clean your makeup off as soon as we get back to the house and dress to 
look as young as you can. I figure you can easily pass for fifteen.”

“But what’s the point?” enquired Mum.

Clare continued, “It will be interesting to see if Susan would have sex with what she 
believes to be a young girl. If she does, and I believe she will, You and I Paula, will catch 
her in the act and punish her for doing such a wicked thing!”

“Clare that’s so naughty of you, you really are a devious one aren’t you. What do you think 
Angel, shall we try your mother’s little plan?”

Angel said she was definitely up for it. As we pulled into the front yard my cock was fully 
hard at the thought of the girls plan for Susan. I was just so sorry I wasn’t going to be 
allowed to take part. I promised to spend the evening in my room as long as Mum came to 
tell me all about their little games as soon as they had finished. As we went in doors Angel 
went straight upstairs to prepare herself prior to Susan’s arrival home.

It was a long, long evening for me, watching TV in my room. I was so excited just thinking 
about what was going on that I had to watch a couple of my favourite porn videos and wank 
myself at least three times, as I recall. At about 11.30 Mum knocked on my door and came 
into my room. She was dressed, but only just, in a short skirt and blouse. It was clear her 
underwear had been dispensed with. She removed the skirt, sat in my chair and started to 
rub her clit. As she did so she told me of the evening’s events:

Susan had arrived home a little latter than usual. As she entered the kitchen Clare, Angel 
and Mom were all sat at the dining table chatting and drinking coffee.

“Hi Susan,” said mom, “let me introduce you to two new guests. This is Clare and her 
daughter Angel. They are heading south and will be staying a couple of days.”
“Hi Susan,” said Clare and Angel in unison.

Susan responded with a polite greeting and asked if there was any coffee left.

“Sure,” said mom, and invited Susan to join them for a few moments at the table.

Making polite conversation Clare enquired what Susan did, although she already knew from 
Mom. As Susan replied that she was a nurse attending a training course locally, Clare was 
not really listening. All she could actually do was imagine the beautiful little Susan giving 
her masturbation performance for mom a few days prior. 

“What about yourself Clare?,” asked Susan.

“Oh I’m a housewife and a lady of leisure,” She replied laughing.

“And you Angel? I take it you’re still at school,” said Susan.

“Yeah ’fraid so,” replied Angel bluntly in her best teenage attitude.

“How much longer have you got to go before college?” asked Susan.

“Bloody ages, I’m only fifteen,” snapped Angel.

“Angel stop being so rude to Susan,” said Clare, playing her part, “She is only asking.”

“It okay,” said Susan.

“No its not!” said Clare and turning to Angel told her to go to their room.

Angel strutted off playing the part of spoiled brat perfectly.

Mom, Clare and Susan continued making ‘small talk’ until they had finished their coffee 
upon which Susan excused herself and started to make her way upstairs to her own room 
and another evening of boring study. Angel, who had been waiting at the top of the first 
flight of stairs, saw Susan coming through the hall and immediately dashed into the first 
floor bathroom and waited. As she heard Susan reach the top of the flight of stairs, Angel 
started out onto the hallway and deliberately bumped straight into Susan.

“I’m sorry,” said Susan although it wasn’t at all her fault.

“No bother,” responded Angel, “and oh, by the way, I’m sorry if I was rude earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it Angel, we were all your age once.” Said Susan. 

Angel, continuing the conversation said, “So how old are you now Susan?”

“I’m twenty-seven,” replied Susan.
“You don’t look it,” said Angel coyly, “you could easily pass for nine-teen or twenty.

“Well thank you Angel.”

“Listen,” said Angel, “I don’t suppose you would have time for a chat would you, I been 
travelling with Mum for two days and I’m really pissed off with having no one younger to 
talk to,” she lied.

“Well I don’t know, you see I got studying…”

Angel cut Susan off, “Oh go on, just for half an hour, please,” said Angel in a ‘little girl lost’ 
voice.

“Go on then, I see you in the lounge in fifteen minutes,” said Susan.

“No, not the lounge,” responded Angel abruptly, “let go up to the attic room. That’s the 
room Mum and I have got. She’ll be down stairs chatting for ages. Go on just for half an 
hour she repeated.”

“Okay, I suppose so,” said Susan, “lead the way.”

Angel proceeded up the second flight of stairs with Susan following. Angel had deliberately 
put on a short skirt, short enough that as she went ahead, she knew Susan would get 
glimpses of her knickers. For her part, Susan did indeed see Angel’s knickers and even 
noticed wisps off pubic hair. She felt strange that the site of Angel’s underwear and hints of 
what lay beneath seemed to have an effect on her. She told herself to stop looking. How 
could she enjoy looking in such a way at a fifteen-year-old girl? Yet as she told herself not 
to look, she actually dropped back one stair in order to get a better view.

They both entered the attic room and Angel made for the chair, knowing that Susan would 
have to sit on the bed. As she sat in the chair, Angel made sure her knickers were still on 
show figuring that is Susan had fallen for another women flashing at her once, when my 
mom had done it to her, then the same trick may well work again.

“So why are you so pissed off at travelling with your mother then?” asked Susan, trying 
desperately not to stare at the ‘young’ girl’s panties.

“Oh, it’s not so much mum herself, it just I don’t feel I can talk to her about things that are 
going on in my life at the moment.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like sex for starters,” said Angel.

Susan was somewhat taken aback by Angel’s bluntness and could think of nothing to say 
other than, “go on.”

“Well, it like this, I have a few boyfriends. Nothing serious but we sort of fool around, you 
know.”

“So what’s the problem with that?,” asked Susan.
“Well you see it’s not the boys. It’s the….,” She hesitated, “It’s the girls!”

“The girls!, sorry you’ve lost me Angel,” said Susan, “what do you mean the girls.”

“Well for a few months now, I have noticed a couple of girls taking an interest in me, if you 
know what I mean, and I have found myself really turned on by it. Is that wrong?”

“Not at all,” said Susan, “it not uncommon for girls to get a crush on each other Angel.”

“But what if they do something about it, what if I was to have sex with a girl I fancied?” 
said Angel. As she did so she deliberately opened her legs a little wider for Susan to get a 
full view of her crotch.

“Well do you fancy these girls?” said Susan, now feeling very awkward with the situation.

“Sometimes I do, sometimes I see other women that I fancy,” continued Angel, staring 
straight at Susan and dropping her hand to the front of her panties. “Like right now Susan, I 
fancy you,” she said and started to slowly push her hand into the waistband of her panties in 
full and obvious view to Susan. “Should I do something about that Susan, should I?”

Susan didn’t know what to do. Here she was sitting not six feet away from a beautiful young 
girl that she thought to be only fifteen, watching as that very same girl started to frig her 
pussy right in front of her. She knew she either had to leave immediately or respond to 
‘little’ Angel.

“Angel, you shouldn’t being doing that in front of me,” Susan said.

“Why, didn’t you just say it was okay for girls to fancy each other?”

“Well yes, it is, but I didn’t mean me.” Said Susan.

“What’s the problem Susan, is it that I’m young or that my Mother is down stairs,” asked 
Angel, “go on, be honest, what’s really bothering you about this?”

Susan replied, “Well I suppose it’s your Mother.”

“So you would like to have some sex with me if we wouldn’t get caught, is that what you’re 
saying Susan?,” asked Angel.

“Well yes, but your young and, well I’m not sure…,” stammered Susan.

“Oh I think you are Susan, I think you know you want me.,” said Angel as she stood up and 
made her way over to the door. She turned the key pretending to lock the door and then turn 
again to Susan. “There!” she said, “Now there’s no risk of my mother catching us.” With 
that Angel dropped her skirt to the floor and removed her blouse.

“Right Susan, now lets see you take some clothes off!”

Susan stood, totally excited by the situation. Was she really going to have sex with this 
gorgeous young girl who’s mother was in the same house? Could she really take the risk? 
She answered her own questions by unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them slowly down 
her legs and stepping out of them. Her sweat shirt followed. Both now stood before each 
other in only their underwear. Angel was plain and simple and suggested by her mother, 
whilst Susan had a small pink g-string on and a sports type bra.

“You’re really beautiful,” said Angel as she walked towards Susan and slowly knelt on the 
carpet before her. Looking up for approval, Angel then slowly and gently took hold of Susan 
g-string and pulled it down her thighs. Susan almost fainted with excitement as she helped 
the ‘young’ Angel remove the g-string.

“Now your turn,” said Susan as she lifted Angel bodily onto the bed and removed her 
knickers. Both then tore of their bras as their excitement mounted and embraced 
passionately. They wrestled and rolled and hugged as they frantically explored each other’s 
bodies. As they kissed then rubbed each others pussy lips, panting and writhing together. 
Susan then started to take control. She rolled Angel onto her back and lifted her legs into the 
air holding her ankles together. With Angels pussy lips exposed, Susan proceeded to insert a 
finger, then another into the ‘young’ girls cunt. She started to pump her fingers in and out as 
Angel bucked her hips, trying to get Susan’s fingers to penertrate deeper. Susan then 
dropped her head and licked around Angel’s arsehole.

“Oh god, yes, lick my arse Susan, lick my arse, that’s so good Susan,” screamed Angel.

Susan lifted her head and then inserted a finger into Angel’s arse. She continued to fuck the 
girl in the pussy and arse. Angel started to pour juice from her cunt as she started to reach 
orgasm. Again she screamed loudly as the orgasm peaked.

“Quiet!,” said Susan, “For God’s sake, your mother will hear you screaming!”

Little did Susan know that Angel’s mother and my mom had been listening at the door for 
the past five minutes. As Angel screamed out, mom gently opened the bedroom door so that 
they both could see what was happening on the bed. Angel saw the door open over Susan’s 
shoulder and immediately ‘went into character’.

“Stop!, Get off me! Get off me!” she shouted and started to scramble free from Susan. 

Susan, totally confused with Angel’s reaction leaped off the bed as the same moment as 
mom and Angels mother entered the room.

“What the fuck is going on?” screamed Clare.

“She made me mum, she made me do things mum,” said Angel, “It wasn’t me mum, Susan 
made me take my clothes off and do things!”

“You little bitch!” said Susan to Angel, “You started it,” and then turning to Clare and mom 
said “She did, Angel started it, I didn’t force her!”

“I don’t believe you, my little girl would never do such a thing and besides at your age you 
should know better, how can you do that to a young girl?” said Clare.

Mom then stepped in, “Look everybody let just calm down. Clare I really don’t want this to 
get out. It would be very bad for the guesthouse and I’m sure Angel wouldn’t want anyone 
else to know about this.”

Susan, thinking mom was saving her arse quickly agreed, “Yes, I’m sorry, It won’t ever 
happen again, I promise, I just got carried away, I’m sorry Angel.”

“Well that’s not good enough. I prepared to keep this quiet for Angel’s and Paula’s sake but 
you Susan must be punished for taking advantage of my daughter,” Clare said.

“What do you mean, punished?” asked Susan, now trying to cover her nudity.

Clare continued, “Angel must be allowed to see that you are punished for making her do 
things with you and Paula, I want you to witness the punishment to ensure that Susan agrees 
to it and can’t complain afterwards.”

“That seems fair to me Susan,” said mom, “Do you agree to accept Clare’s punishment?

“That depends what you have in mind,” said Susan.

“Well I don’t really think you have much choice Susan, so you either agree or not!” said 
Clare.

Susan looked at each of the other women in turn and then reluctantly agreed to accept 
whatever punishment Clare thought fit. 

“Right,” said Clare, “get on the bed and knell on all fours. First you will be spanked as a 
punishment for what you did to my daughter.”

Susan shuffled over to the bed, got onto it and knelt on all fours.

Angel, still naked, went over and stood next to mom.

“Turn your arse to face Paula and Angel,” said Clare, “I want them to see you humiliation in 
full view.”

With that Susan turned her arse to face mom and Angel, and Clare approach her and stood 
behind. Clare than slapped Susan’s arse with a force that surprised both Angel and Mom. 
She then proceeded to rain slaps down onto Susan’s arse hitting alternate cheeks.

Both Mom and Angel were turned on by the scene before them. Mom had raised her skirt 
and slipped a hand inside her panties to start rubbing her clit whilst Angel had inserted a 
finger into her own cunt and was massaging her titties with her other hand.

Susan seeing this, shouted, “I’m not here for their entertainment!”

“On the contrary!” replied Clare stopping the spanking, “If Angel and Paula want to enjoy 
your humiliation then that’s fine by me! Angel get my overnight bag!”

Angel stopped her masturbation and fetched her mother’s bag from which Clare pulled a 
large black strap-on dildo. Angel then went back over to mom and started to wank herself 
again. In the meantime Clare strapped on the dildo and knelt behind Susan.

“You will now be dildo fucked as a further punishment.” Said Clare as she parted Susan’s 
pussy lips and inserted the plastic cock into her cunt. Once in, she started to fuck Susan fast 
and hard with the dildo.

Mom and Angel had by this time turned their attentions to each other and, whilst still 
standing, had started to finger fuck each other’s pussies. Mom then removed here finger and 
turned Angel round making her bend to touch her toes. Mom then put her finger back into 
Angel’s cunt and another finger into her arse. Watching Clare fucking Susan for all she was 
worth, Mom then proceeded to do the same to Angel.

Susan was getting frantic as Clare fucked here deep with the dildo. “Let me see, let me see 
what Paula and Angel are doing,” she begged of Clare. Clare responded by turning Susan 
round so that she could watch mom and Angel fucking in response to her punishment by 
Susan. 

All four were now reaching their first orgasms with Angel and Susan coming almost 
simultaneously in screams of passions. As Clare removed the dildo from Susan’s pussy, 
Susan collapsed onto the bed to watch mom as she removed her probing fingers from 
Angels cunt and arse and proceeded to bring herself off, now playing to the audience of the 
three other women.

Clare was the only one not yet to have come. Angel, knowing her mother came in massive 
spurts walked over to her, lay her on the floor and started to suck on her pussy. It was now 
mom and Susan’s turn to watch as Clare bucked and screamed that she was ready to come. 
Both Mom and Angel knew what was coming and told Susan to kneel between Clare’s legs. 
As she did so Clare started to spurt her cum into the air. Gushes and gushes of pussy juice 
flew into the air and into Susan’s face and hair as Clare bought her hand to her cunt and 
rubbed the final throws of orgasm out of herself.

All four women, spent and satisfied, then lay on the floor.

Susan spoke up, “Is that it, am I now punished?”

“Nearly,” said Clare, “But there is one more thing. Angel will now get her own revenge on 
you. Angel put on the dildo and arse fuck Susan!”

“Oh come on, please not my arse,” said Susan.

Nobody listened to her pleas. Angel eagerly strapped on the dildo and rolled Susan onto her 
stomach. She then lay down on Susan’s back, inserted the dildo into her arse and started 
humping. Susan made almost no sound as Angel used her as a fuck, whilst Mom and Clare 
sat, legs open, next to each other fondling each others pussies, enjoying the show.

Once it was all over, Susan was the first to speak.

“How come if my fucking with Angel was so wrong you were prepared to involve her so 
readily in my punishment?” she asked Clare.

“Because, my dear Susan, you have been had!” said Clare, “Angel is no more fifteen than I 
am. This whole thing was a set-up inspired by Paula telling us about you and she fucking 
together. We all agreed it would be fun to fuck you and the little pretence that Angel was 
only fifteen was to see how far you would go. And lets face it Susan, you went all the way. 
You were quite prepared to fuck a young girl.”

With that Clare, Angel and Mom started laughing. Susan remained silent for a while whilst 
she fully realised how much she had been taken in my Angel’s performance and then she 
too started laughing.

“Well I can’t say I wasn’t scared to be caught with Angel, but what the hell, it was a great 
fuck session!” said Susan, “I hope we can repeat it before you go.”

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