Chapter 12
The four of us had sat and talked the rest of the evening. The discussion centered around what had happened and how much we had enjoyed it. I told Chet and Sara about being with my mother and Uncle Robert confessed the same thing. Then he told us all about how his sexual relationship with his sister began when they were in college.
"We were raised in a very strict household," he explained. "Sex wasn't mentioned and you didn't ask questions. Somehow, one night when we were home on summer vacation, Billie and I ended up alone together. She wasn't a virgin, but she had a million questions and so did I." He shrugged, smiled and a dreamy, faraway look came into his eyes. "I was very lucky to learn from someone I could trust."
"It seems almost natural," I put in.
As it turned out, Chet had wanted me all along. And then Sara told Uncle Robert that she'd lusted after him for over a year.
"I guess maybe this family needs to communicate its feelings a little more clearly," Uncle Robert surmised.
We all agreed.
"That means you'll tell Uncle Vic you want to sleep with him?" Sara asked.
Suddenly, all eyes were on me.
I shuddered at the thought of telling my father point blank that I was hot for him. "He just seems so aloof, so unreachable," I told them.
"I'll be willing to bet that you'll find him wanting you, too," Sara assured me.
Both Uncle Robert and Chet nodded in agreement.
"Let me think about it," I finally said.
At that point, my parents came into the house. My mother looked absolutely gorgeous. She was laughing softly when my father pulled her into his arms. They kissed and he slid his hands down her back, pulling her close against him.
And then he noticed us.
"Hey, gang," he said as he continued to hug my mother.
"Enjoy your movie?" Chet asked.
"Huh?" My father seemed confused for a moment. "Oh, yeah, it was great!"
"If you'll excuse us, we have some unfinished business," my mother said. She looked me straight in the eye as if she expected me to say something.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
Then she took my father's hand and led him upstairs.
My heart ached to join them.
Sara was scheduled to leave the next morning. The guys all left for work, but my mother and I stayed behind to make sure she got started safely.
"I really appreciate your offer to stay here for a while," she said before climbing into her car.
"Nonsense. You're family," my mother told her. "If you feel the need to be close to your father, then this is where you belong."
"I'll be back in a few days," she said as she drove away.
We stood on the walk and waved until she was out of sight. Then I followed my mother inside. The house seemed strangely quiet as we poured a second cup of coffee and sat in the kitchen sipping it.
"You know why she wants to be near her father, don't you?" I asked.
"He's fucking her," my mother answered with a little shrug that made her breasts move seductively. "Just like he's fucking you."
"How do you feel about that?"
Again, she shrugged. But this time, a smile flitted across her face. "There's nothing like keeping it in the family."
"I want Dad," I blurted. "I want him to fuck me."
"So?"
"How do you feel about that?"
"There's plenty to go around," she answered.
"I don't know how to get his attention," I said. Couldn't she see I was pleading for help.
"Just let him know how you feel," she said softly, and patted my hand.
"I guess I'm a little bit afraid." It was the first time I'd admitted that, even to myself.
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that I won't know how to please him. Afraid that he won't find me attractive."
"Do you want me to show you how to turn him on?" she asked.
I nodded.
My mother took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. She sat down on the bed. "Pretend I'm your father," she said. "Strip for me."
I was actually trembling as I began removing my clothes. Slowly, I pulled off my T-shirt. My shorts followed and that left me wearing nothing but a bra and panties. I could see my mother's nipples growing hard as I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I peeled my panties off my hips, letting her see the wet crotch. And as I lifted my foot to kick them off, I made sure she caught a glimpse of pink between my swollen lips.
"Not bad," she breathed. "Come closer."
I walked toward the bed on shaking legs. Her warm hands caressed my breasts and then slid downward, caressing my hips and thighs. She kissed my navel while running her fingers back up my inner thighs. I gasped when her fingers brushed against my wet hairs.
"Your father-likes to know what you want," she warned me, running her fingertips up and down my wet slit. "He'll expect you to tell him when you want his fingers, when you want his tongue."
"Oh, God!" I groaned and thrust my pussy toward her hands. And then suddenly, I understood what she meant. "Hold my lips apart and look at my clit," I whimpered. "Look how big it is for you."
My mother parted my furry patch with two fingers. Her hot breath caressed me and then she rubbed the tip of my magic button with a wet finger.
I gasped and shuddered. Heat flooded through me and my clit began to throb. "Lick it," I managed to whimper.
Sticking our her long tongue, my mother worked the tip around and around my clit.
"That's right," I whispered. "Put your finger inside of me."
She worked just the end of her finger into my soupy hole and made an ever widening circle there. My throaty sounds of pleasure filled the room as I held her head tight against my crotch.
"Give.. .give me two fingers," I grunted.
My mother added a second finger to my hole and pushed them both deep. I spread my legs wide and squatted on her hand, groaning with pleasure. She lifted her mouth from my clit and pumped her fingers in and out quickly. Lewd, wet sounds came from between my legs and my mother watched my juices puddle in her palm.
"Are you about ready for something else?" she asked.
"Y.. .yes," I answered.
"You'll have to tell me," she reminded me.
"I want your tongue, Daddy," I whispered, finding that it was easy to play the game.
Pulling me onto the bed with her, my mother held me close. She kissed my mouth and I tasted my own pussy there. I sucked on her tongue hungrily and ground my pussy against her thigh. As before, she worked her way down my body with agonizing slowness, first her hands and then her mouth.
Finally, I was on my back, legs spread wide, humping my mother's face. Only, with my eyes closed, I pretended it was my father. A talented tongue darted all over my snatch, licking, tasting, probing until I was gasping with pleasure. It stayed on my clit until I was so close to cumming I could almost taste it. And then the tongue moved on, worming its way deep into my hole.
"That's what I need," I moaned. "I need your tongue stuffed in my pussy."
The tongue went impossibly deep, feeling almost like a prick, thrilling me beyond words. I held my legs high and wide as my orgasm began building again.
Suddenly, my mother moaned and pulled her tongue from my twat. The hot, wet tongue slid down my crack toward my ass-hole. And after a quick rimming, it was shoved inside, spreading my butt hole wide.
"Yeah, eat my ass," I squealed, my hips bucking out of control.
The fingers worked my clit expertly. And the tongue in my ass seemed to know just when I'd had enough. It returned to my pussy, delved deep inside and brought me off like a rocket. My imagination was so vivid, I know I called out to my father when I came.
In fact, I was surprised when I opened my eyes and gazed down at my mother's blonde head. She was licking me slowly, scooping up my flowing juices with her tongue and fingers. She even sucked the droplets of moisture from my hairs.
"Are you ready for something else, Donna?" she asked, her voice husky.
"I need a dick," I told her sadly. "I need my daddy's dick."
"I've got the next best thing," she said with a smile.
And then she crawled off the bed. I watched her undress and then she opened one of her closet doors and stepped behind it. "Wait till you see this," she said.
I lay there on the bed, squirming against the cool sheets impatiently. My nipples were painfully hard again and the heat had returned to my pussy. At long last, my mother stepped from behind the closet door. She was wearing one of my father's shirts, which was much too large for her.
"What on earth.. . " I began.
And then I saw the erection. It was making a tent in the front of the shirt and it looked huge and inviting. About halfway to the bed, she unbuttoned the lower part of the shirt and a huge cock jutted out from between her legs.
For a moment, I was totally confused.
"Do you like it?" she asked, caressing her cock lovingly.
"It's beautiful," I answered. Obviously, it was a dildo of some sort-a very realistic one with a heavily veined shaft and bulbous knob-but that didn't matter. What mattered was that it was all mine and I could imagine it belonged to anyone I wanted.
"Suck it for me, baby," she purred as she came toward the bed. "I love it when you suck my dick."
On my hands and knees, I licked my way up and down the fake dick. Soon, it was covered with my spit, wet and warmed by my mouth.
"That's right," she said, stroking the top of my head. "Get it good and wet for that sweet pussy."
I sucked it into my mouth, taking it as deep as possible and then swirled my tongue around it lazily. God, it felt so real I could almost feel it throbbing!
My mother moaned softly and fucked my face for a few moments. Little wet sucking sounds filled the room as my lips slid up and down her pole. She even guided my hands between her legs where two bloated balls swung back and forth. My thoughts whirled in confusion. My mother had suddenly sprouted a huge cock and balls. Right at that moment, though, I didn't want to discuss this transformation. All I wanted was that dick. My pussy was screaming for release.
I pulled my mouth off of it and rolled onto my back on the bed. "Fuck me," I whispered, exposing myself to her lewdly.
She crawled onto the bed between my legs and licked my nipples as I guided the rubber dong to my pussy. Lifting my ass off the bed, I forced the head inside of me.
"Go slowly," she groaned. "Your father-likes to go slow at first."
As badly as I needed to cum, I slowed down and let her set the pace. Sweat beaded on her upper lip as she inched the dildo inside of me. Little by little, it filled my pussy to capacity and by that time, the itch was so intense I could hardly stand it.
"Please, I need to cum," I groaned.
"Do you want your daddy to make you cum?" she asked as she withdrew all but the head of the dildo.
I nodded and reached for it. "Yes, please, Daddy."
This time, when she gave me the dildo, she moved a little quicker. And with each thrust, her movements became faster and faster. Soon, our bodies were slapping together rhythmically, the bed dancing with our lusty bucking.
I had felt my clit swell up earlier and now my orgasm was doing the same thing, deep in my belly. It was like a balloon and with every thrust of the dildo, it was pumped up larger. Our breathing came in ragged gasps as I took every inch of the dildo and reached for more.
Finally, my mother slid her hands down my back to my ass. She literally worked me up and down on the dildo. God, she was fucking me just like a man and I vaguely wondered how much practice she had had at this.
"Rub your clit," she grunted, looking down to where my pussy was clinging to the greased-up sex toy.
Shaking all over, I did as she asked, squeezing my slippery nub between two fingers. She began fucking me again. Within minutes, I was flying off into orbit, shrieking out my pleasure.
She allowed me to come down a little and then a gush of warm liquid flooded my cunt. All I had to do was close my eyes and imagine my father shooting his load up inside of me. That set me off again and this time, she climaxed right along with me.
We lay in each other's arms for a little while in the rumpled bed and then I reached down between her legs to make sure I had not imagined the big dick.
"It's a strap-on dildo," she explained. She guided my hands to the straps and buckles that held it in place.
"And it's always hard," I added.
"But I felt the cum," I told her.
"The balls are filled with warm water. I give them a squeeze when I'm ready and it shoots into your pussy."
"Where did you get this?" I asked. "And why?"
"Your father bought it for me right after he found out that I enjoyed being with other women," she said. "He-likes to watch sometimes."
"And that's where you were last night," I concluded.
She nodded. "Now, if you're tired of talking, I have a pussy that needs some attention."
Together, we removed the dildo from her and I buckled it into place on my own body. I looked at myself in the mirror as I strutted around the room. God, it looked and felt like the real thing!
"Would you like to watch?" she asked as she opened the closet door wide.
I stared in surprise. The inside of both doors was nothing but a full length mirror. She pulled out two side panels on the door and I could see myself from three different angles.
"Now," she began as she moved to her hands and knees on the floor, "you can watch your mother get fucked."
As I knelt in place behind her, she spread her legs. I pushed two fingers into her hot pussy. They were immediately coated with her oils.
"Grease up my ass-hole," she grunted.
I did as she asked, thinking she wanted the dildo in there. When I was finished, she reached for a small box and pulled out a slender, plastic dick-shaped object and handed it to me.
"This is a butt plug," she explained. "Stick it in my ass."
Again, I followed her instructions, watching as her rectum squeezed the butt plug hungrily.
"Now, give me that dick," she groaned.
Holding my dick in one hand, I held her lips wide with the other. I wedged the knob against her wet hole and pushed. It slid into her easily and both of us groaned as it disappeared.
"Fuck me, baby," she grunted, pushing back against me. "Fuck me till I scream."
I held onto her ass with both hands as I fell into a steady fucking rhythm. Her juices boiled out of her pussy, out around the pistoning dildo, and I watched her cunt lips squeeze it. Looking straight ahead, I could see her face, contorted in ecstasy. She was pushing her nipples against the coarse carpet. To the side, our reflection was even more erotic. We looked for all the world like a man and woman fucking furiously. As I watched her, rocking back and forth on her knees, I felt the flickering pleasure of an orgasm flash through me. I found that if I worked my body just right, the base of the dildo pushed right against my clit.
"Fuck me, Vic," she growled.
Now she was pretending that I was her husband! The idea added to my excitement and I fucked her even faster. At the last minute, I remembered the butt plug and I began working it in and out to match my thrusting dick.
"That's what I need, baby," she howled. "Oh, I'm almost there."
And then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes glittered feverishly, my nipples were as big as my thumb and my whole body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. The muscles in my hips and thighs bunched and tightened as I reamed my mother's pussy with my dick.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I grunted, slamming into her with all my strength. At the last minute, I pulled the butt plug free and pushed two fingers into her ass-hole.
Her climax hit full force, taking over her body completely. I shoved the dildo in to the hilt and ground my clit against it. My groans of release mingled with hers and then we collapsed on the floor in a sweaty, tangled heap of arms and legs.
"Your father is going to love fucking with you," she whispered. "And I'm going to love watching."