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(FFM, inc, mast, oral, prost) *** My high school English teacher once told me that the best way to tell a story is to start at the beginning and continue straight through to the end. So I'll start at the beginning. I never knew my birth parents. I was found as a month old baby, abandoned, wrapped in a blanket on the seat of a Boston city bus. A note pinned on the blanket said "His name is David. Take care of him." The bus was passing through a Jewish section of town when I was found. Judging by my name, the authorities decided that I was Jewish and handed me off to a local orphanage. I was duly circumcised, fed and cared for. I was told that I was a happy child. I lived at the orphanage until I was four years old. Then I was adopted by a young couple barely old enough to have children of their own. Despite their youth, the couple already had two children, both daughters. Eva was a year older than me, Jane a year younger. Why was I adopted, you might ask? My Mom, my new mom, said that she always wanted a large family and it seemed simpler to raise children as a bunch rather than space them out in time. The kids would play together and help each other out. I suppose she was right since my sisters and I got along very well and were my best childhood friends. By a curious coincidence Eva's birthday and mine, at least the birthday that the orphanage had assigned to me, were on the same day. Jane's birthday was two days later. We celebrated all three birthdays together with a gala party with cake, presents, and sometimes a clown who did magic tricks or astounding things with blow up balloons. We were a very close and loving family. Dad was a professor at one of the Boston colleges, rapidly rising in academic circles. Mom was a fitness addict, taught yoga classes and modern dance classes at the YMCA. She jogged three miles every day, often pushing one of us kids in a three wheeled running stroller. From a distance, Mom looked like an ordinary suburban housewife. Attractive but not a head turning beauty. Her picture would never grace the cover of Vogue magazine. On the other hand, it would not be out of place as a centerfold in Playboy or perhaps as a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. Mom had big boobs, a thin waist and great legs. Workouts at the gym kept her fit. Her face was attractive, almost girlish looking, perky and intelligent. She generally wore her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in loose, generic GAP style clothes, and used the minimum of makeup. To my mind Mom was absolutely beautiful. If she wasn't my mother, I would have added her picture to the cache of magazines I kept hidden under my mattress. My high school buddies all lusted after her as well, calling her the mega-MILF of the neighborhood. It took me some time to find out what MILF meant. After I found out, I didn't know whether to be insulted or proud of my Mom. Probably a bit of both. What made Mom most appealing was the way she moved. She literally exuded sex appeal with every action. It was totally unconscious on her part. She wasn't aware of what she was doing. I overheard one of Dad's students say that when Mom walked into a room, every straight man got an erection and every gay woman wet her panties. Dad's folks were wealthy. His father had put aside a large trust fund for him and we received enough income each month so that Dad could pick and choose his academic jobs without worrying about the pay. Mom and Dad hugged and kissed a lot. They traveled frequently and spent a lot of time in their bedroom with the door closed. We kids watched a lot of TV. And then it all came crashing down. Literally. Dad was on the way to an academic conference in Paris on Air France Flight 800 when it exploded over the Atlantic with the loss of all onboard. Mom was heartbroken. She spent much of the next few months crying in her bedroom. The two girls and I had to fend for ourselves. We were barely teen agers, Eva was 13 and I was 12. We managed to eat regularly and keep the house fairly clean. Jane was a reader. She devoured books by the score. Eva and I talked incessantly and tried to keep each other's spirits up. Both of us were getting sexually aware and we were curious about the endowments of the other. Eva and I had a very unusual brother-sister relationship. Rather than being natural enemies, as nature probably intended, we were totally open with each other. We could say or do anything without fear that the other would be judgmental. That extended to our bodies as well. Every week or so Eva would come into my bedroom at night and ask to see my sexual parts. They were so different from her own. She would fondle my penis and was always amused when it became erect. One night she rubbed it to see if my cock would actually emit some of the semen that she had learned about in her biology class. All she got was a little thick, slippery, colorless fluid. I, in turn, got my first climax. But both of us liked what she did. Over the next two years, until I was 14, Eva would come into my room for a little game of mutual exploration. I learned that girls have a slit with soft lips where boys have a penis. It was like a little mouth. Eva let me touch her slit and her apple sized breasts. She said that when I gently touched them, it felt good. She moaned with pleasure when I rubbed the little bump at the front end of the slit. She even let me put my finger inside. Eva liked me to do it but I couldn't get it too far in because it bumped against a piece of skin that blocked most of the opening. She, in turn would handle my penis. It had grown quite a bit in the last two years, as had I. Mom said that at 14 I was nearly as big as my stepdad. Eva seemed fascinated by the head of my cock. Circumcision had fallen out of fashion recently and most of the boys in my class had normal foreskins. I think it was the first time that Eva had ever seen a naked cock head. She would hold my stiff penis in her hand and rub it up and down, watching the head of my cock turn big and red. I liked her to stroke it. I had done it to myself. I even masturbated a bit. What boy hasn't? But Eva was the first person who had ever touched me sexually. One memorable night she came to my room and asked me to suck her growing beasts and nipples. She said the girls at school told her it would feel really nice. She pulled apart her pajama top and exposed her breasts. They were very nice, a bit bigger than when I last touched them. Each breast was tipped with a pink nipple located in the center of half dollar sized areola. She put her hands around one and held it out to me. I wrapped my lips around her nub and started sucking. The nipple grew a little and got hard. She held my head to her breast then reached the other hand down to stroke my penis. We were both getting pretty excited from this intimate contact. I rubbed her slit. I could feel it get wet and a bit swollen. I caressed the little bump at the end of the slit. Eva moaned with pleasure. By this time my penis was rock hard and both of us were shaking and squirming. I had nearly all of her apple sized boob in my mouth. Her hand gripped my prick tighter and moved faster. Each of us was lost in pleasing the other. I don't know how it happened, luck I guess, but both of us had nearly simultaneous orgasms. Eva gasped and muffled a scream. I spewed cum like a fountain. The volume of my ejaculate really startled her. She thought she had hurt me. "No, Eva," I said. "I really liked it." After we wiped up all the sticky cum, Eva kissed me on the cheek. Then she leaned over and kissed the end of my cock. "I liked it too. Can I come back tomorrow?" she asked. I said I hoped she would. When she came to my room the following night she asked me to kiss her pussy. We both lay on my bed. Eve spread her legs apart and I lowered my face. She smelled fresh and clean, as if she had just stepped out of a shower. I licked her pussy lips and then started sucking the little bump that she liked me to touch. Eva started wiggling beneath me and gradually shifted her position. She had worked her way around so that she could reach my cock. Eva put both hands around my erect penis and, to my surprise slipped it into her mouth. She started sucking and nibbling me while I licked her clitoris. The sensation was indescribable. We lay there in the 69 position devouring each other's private parts. Soon Eva shuddered beneath me, I heard her gasp and her legs pressed my head tightly. Something big had happened but Eva didn't stop suckling my cock. She started moving it in and out of her mouth with her free hand and chewing the head lightly. After a few minutes I felt that I couldn't hold back any longer. I managed to raise my head and utter, "Eva, if you don't stop now, I'm going to cum and a lot of stuff will come out the end." "I can taste something coming out now David. Can I suck a bit more?" "Eva, if you keep doing it I'm soon going to cum. I don't think I can stop it." I tried to keep my voice calm but I'm not sure I succeeded. "I don't want you to stop it. I want you to cum." I could feel the tension in my groin and my cock began to throb. Eva's blow job had eroded myself control. I realized that I had lost the battle when my cock started to jerk. I tried to pull away but Eva held me close. "Eva, I'm CUMMING!" I shot a blast of white cum into Eva's mouth. To my absolute surprise, she swallowed every drop. But she didn't stop. She kept sucking and I had a small second climax. About that time Dad's parents decided that their grandchildren needed a first class education. Eva was packed off to an exclusive boarding school. A year later it was my turn. So Eva and I never got around to actual intercourse. I guess we were a bit too frightened. Eventually we turned outward and started dating other classmates as normal teen agers do but we remained close friends. But before I went to prep school I had a lot of time on my hands. Actually my hands were kept busy on my cock. I had discovered the pleasures of masturbation. How could I not, living with my Mom. Even at my young age I lusted after my Mom. What hormone driven teen ager wouldn't? I tried to sneak peeks at her when she was dressing or undressing, look down her cleavage or up her skirt. I found it hard not to get an erection when she stripped down to skimpy shorts and a sports bra to work out on the exercise equipment we had in the basement. I even had the impossible Oedipal fantasy of making love to her. But that would have to be satisfied by masturbation. She was my Mom after all. Of course I am biased. I imprinted on Mom's body early when I sneaked looks at her dressing and undressing. After Dad died, Mom was very casual about clothes at home. She rarely wore a bra and her legs were always bare. When she bent over to pour me a glass of milk at breakfast I always tried to look into her blouse to try to catch a glimpse of her breasts. A couple of times I was rewarded by the sight of her nipple. I was obsessed with Mom's legs as a teen ager. Maybe it was because all my Superhero comic books showed girls with impossibly long shapely legs. The girls all had bulging breasts too but they were always covered by some discrete shreds of fabric. Naked tits must have seemed too obscene for young readers but there was always plenty of leg. Mom's legs were sensuously full, and to my mind, very erotic. Her strong thighs narrowed at the knee and then expanded into full shapely calves. As a hormone obsessed teen it was all I could do not to get an erection when Mom would sit in front of me in a short skirt. When Mom crossed one leg over the other, her calf, pressed over the opposite knee, made the most sensuous curve. Her full thighs stretched the seams of her tight skirt. Even the soft sound that her legs made as thigh slithered over thigh when she crossed them made my cock get hard. I wanted to put my hands around her legs, knead her calves, raise her skirt, and run my face up her thighs to her crotch. Of course I never could do it. She was my Mom after all. Mom knew her legs were sexy but she always thought that her workouts made them a bit too developed. They certainly didn't look like the legs of models in the fashion magazines. But I thought they were just perfect. She claimed that she could crack walnuts between her thighs. I don't know about that but I do know that I would have enjoyed having them around me. When I masturbated I fantasized licking her calves and squeezing the sensuous curves around my cock. I imagined burying my face between her thighs and working my way up to her pubic mound. Then I would take care of what was between her thighs. Alas, I never got the chance to act on my youthful fantasies. Eva's legs looked just like Mom's but I never lusted after them in the same way as a teen. Brothers and sisters sort of ignore each other. At least we did then. I changed my mind about Eva as I matured. Once when an after school soccer game was cancelled, I returned home early. I heard moaning sounds coming from Mom's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap in the door I could see her thrashing around naked on the bed, one hand holding a big breast, the wet fingers of the other moving in and out of her cunt. Her legs flailed around in a spastic dance. She was vigorously attending to her needs. Her face was flushed and her hair tousled. Her eyes were tightly shut. While I masturbated frequently, just like most teen aged boys, I never realized that grown women did it to themselves too. I knew that I shouldn't be looking. It was a private moment. But I didn't leave. I stared at Mom's writhing naked body. It was infinitely more revealing than trying to sneak a peek up Mom's skirt or trying to look down her cleavage. The breasts that I tried so hard to see were in clear view, large, pink and with very stiff nipples. How could I look away? Sexual passion mixed with anguish contorted Mom's face. I stood fixed to the spot, not daring to make a sound while she pleasured herself. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, I'm not sure that she would have heard me even if I had walked into the room whistling "Dixie." Nor would I say that she would think of what she was doing to her body as pleasure. It was pure and simple masturbation. I instantly realized that it is what she had been doing behind the closed door of her bedroom the months after Dad's death. Even in disarray, she was absolutely lovely. Her motions became frantic. Her hand clutched the middle of one breast, squeezing so tightly that the end bulged like a water balloon, skin almost taut enough to burst, nipple and areola expanded to twice their normal size. Then both hands were in her cunt, moving violently. The wet fingers on one hand thrust in and out of her vagina while the fingers of the other moved on her clitoris. I watched as she raised her body to a climax. Mom's entire body stiffened. Her legs extended in front of her, the muscles etched in sharp detail. Her calves contracted as she toe danced into ecstasy. She moaned and shuddered as she climaxed. Her body formed a perfect arch on the bed, supported only by her thrown back head and her heels. Her orgasm seemed to last and last. It must have been the biggest she had had in some time. I was fortunate to have witnessed it. Then, with a final gasp she collapsed into a flaccid heap on the bed. Her pussy was red and dripping and her abused breast had dark finger bruises. She was lovely. I quietly went to my room to masturbate. That was the first time that I ever saw my Mom fully naked. I never forgot it. I remember that scene in all its vivid detail. She was sex personified. Fortunately I was sent away to school before I did something stupid. Eva studied ballet and modern dance. She showed real talent and was accepted as an apprentice dancer at the Boston Ballet. In the off season she had a role in the touring company of a Broadway musical. Within a year she realized that being a dancer was a lifelong commitment that she was not prepared to make. Better to decide what she wanted to do after graduation from college. And so we all grew up. My sisters and I attended college. After graduation Eva got an internship with a TV production company and Jane became a librarian. I was accepted to a good medical school in the Midwest and had just finishing my first year. The last week of school I got a message from Eva saying that Mom had taken ill. She asked me to postpone a cross country bike trip that I had planned and spend the summer in Boston. As soon as my exams were over, I took a flight home. Mom had been diagnosed with a malignant but very inconveniently located brain tumor. Portions of the tumor had split off and had scattered throughout her brain. Even I, as a fledgling medical student, knew that there was no cure. I called one of the faculty members, a noted oncologist, and told him about Mom's condition. He confirmed what I had read in my textbooks. If Mom was lucky there would be minimal symptoms for a few years, then rapid deterioration and "lights out." Depending on the exact location of the tumor there might be profound changes in her behavior. Usually what would happen is a loosening of inhibitions. Her concept of 'proper' behavior in a social situation will largely vanish. She will act out her immediate impulses and do or say whatever is on her mind without worrying about the consequences. If a fragment of the tumor lodged in an area which controls sexual impulses she would most likely feel a constant compulsion for sex. Higher mental processes would gradually erode but her basic animal instincts would remain until the end. Clearly she would require close attention and possibly protection. Radiation treatments and surgery could slow down the tumor spread for a while but they would affect the quality of life so much that many patients chose to do without them. My mentor said that if it was him, he would let the disease run its course and try to get as much out of life as possible until the end. If she decided to go that route, he said, let her do whatever she wants as long as she is in no danger of harming herself or anyone else. Fortunately Mom's condition was now in remission and she would feel and appear normal - but it might flare up at any time. I loved Mom dearly and planned to spend as much time as I could with her. I went home as soon as I got off the plane. I couldn't wait to see Mom. She opened the door. She was lovely, even more beautiful than I remembered. I had more or less expected to see a sick woman but Mom was incredible. She watched her weight and ate the right things. Thanks to a combination of exercise and good genes she looked very much the same as she had when I was a child. Her body was firm, her waist was still thin, and her legs were to die for. Even under her loose sweater I could see that her breasts were still firm and had only a slightly sexy sag. If she was sick, I certainly couldn't tell from appearances. Mom hugged me and dragged me inside. "I've put on a pot of coffee and a bite to eat," she said. "Sit on the couch and let's talk. Tell me all about medical school." I told her what I could. About the long hours, the lectures, and even the anatomy classes where I had the chance to cut up dead people. Then I asked about her illness. I was really worried. "I got terrible headaches at first," Mom said. "Even big doses of aspirin didn't help. Finally Eva dragged me to a specialist who ran me through a full battery of tests with strange names. CAT scan, MRI, and some whose names I can't remember. The conclusion was that I had something wrong with my head. Hell, I could have told them that before we started. They told me it was a malignant tumor in my brain that had already started to spread. Nothing could be done but at least they could make me comfortable." "They prescribed some pills and after a while the headaches went away. Every month I go back to the clinic to see how things are going. Right now I feel fine - except--" I waited for the bad news. "Except," Mom went on. "I have the strange feeling that I'm not in my own body any more. I feel that I'm outside of myself. I can touch and look at the big hunk of meat that used to be me like it is a human sized doll or maybe a big pet. But I still feel what it feels. When I touch it, I feel the touch just like I used to. If I hurt it, I feel the hurt. It's like my body is a thing outside me that I can use, excite and punish. I can do whatever I want with my body and it lets me do it." "In a way, it is a vary liberating feeling. If my body does or says something bad I don't have to feel responsible. My body can be really naughty sometimes. I often get confused and I don't know if I'm doing something or my naughty body is doing it." "The specialist told me that it's a form of dissociation, similar to a multiple personality disorder. My mind was splitting into its conscious, thinking part, the Ego, and its instinctive, animal part, the Id. He said my Ego was distancing itself from my body so that it could eventually deal with whatever might happen to it. It's like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde experience except that both of us are in my body at the same time. I, that is the Mom you had grown up with, was the Dr. Jekyll part. The "other me" was the Mr. Hyde part. It wasn't evil. It's just that it contained all the animal lusts and desires that are part of all of us and didn't have a conscience to control it. He said that it wasn't uncommon in cancer patients and that I could learn to deal with it." "If he meant that dealing with it was learning to accept the things that my body did, he was probably right. Just yesterday I woke up in the morning to find that my body was pleasuring itself. Oh, hell, David, you're a big boy now and I can talk like a grown up to you. My body was masturbating. It was giving itself a climax. One hand was holding one of its breasts, the fingers of the other were in its vagina. I tried to make it stop but it paid no attention. Its legs and hips started moving. It began to twitch all over and spasm. Its hands drove its fingers in and out, harder and faster and its pussy muscles squeezed the fingers tightly." "I couldn't stop what my body was doing. I was just lying there watching myself get aroused. I saw my tits bounce and my nipples get hard. I couldn't control my hands. They knew just how to touch me. I could feel electric sensations spread from my cunt to all parts of my body. I tensed up and started to shake all over. It was just like I felt when Dad fucked me. I heard my naughty body moan and then let out a loud scream... in my voice. My body was giving itself an orgasm. I wasn't doing it but I felt every sensation. And it felt so damn good." "So if that's what learning to deal with it means, I can live with that. If my body wants to masturbate, it can do it any time it wants. I get to feel all the pleasure without any of the guilt. It's a truly guiltless fuck." Mom came over and sat next to me, a soft vision of mature femininity. She put her arm around me hugging me as she used to. I kissed her on the cheek. Then Mom surprised me by putting her other hand in my lap right over my penis. She started gently rubbing me through my shorts. My cock got hard within a few seconds. Mom was one of the few women who could do that to me. I was paralyzed by Mom's sudden sexual action. She had never done this to me before. It was probably one of the behavioral changes that my professor warned me about. She was acting out her innermost desires. I decided to go along with it and treat whatever happened as therapy. Actually. I was lying to myself. My teen age lust for Mom emerged just as strong as ever. I wanted her to touch me. Mom unzipped the fly of my jeans and my erection sprang out. She put her hand around it and clutched me tight. A few drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip and glistened in the light. Mom scooped up a drop with a finger and brought it to her mouth, licking it off with her tongue. "You have a nice taste. I like it. Here, you try." She squeezed a few more drops of pre-cum out of my cock. I was too confounded by her actions to stop her. Scooping my wetness up she brought her finger to my mouth and told me to taste myself. Mom was right. It wasn't bad. My pre-cum had a nice salty taste and a smooth melted Jello like consistency. "I'm not doing this, you know" Mom said. "It's the body that used to be me. I'm just watching it play with your cock. It seems to always do the things that I want to do but never dared to do. I hope you don't mind." In a moment her lips were on my penis. More than her lips. She sucked and tongued the head of my cock as if it was the sweetest lollipop in the world. I was astonished, as much by the acute and very stimulating sensations I felt as by who was doing it to me. Mom was a truly accomplished cocksucker. "I used to wash your little cock when you were a little boy. But not in the same way. Do you remember? It's grown so much." She arose and, still holding my penis, pulled me into her bedroom. We both disrobed. Actually Mom disrobed me. I was petrified almost to catalepsy. Then she shrugged out of her garments. It was the first time I had seen her fully nude since I had peeked in her bedroom years before. Mom was in remarkable shape for a woman of her age. In fact she was in great shape for a woman of any age. She still taught yoga and exercise classes and jogged for an hour every morning. She was lovely and very feminine. She had an hourglass figure with big breasts, broad hips and a narrow waist. Her skin was flawless. Mom's artist's model figure made her resemble the Naked Maja in those paintings by Goya. Except with bigger tits. Strangely enough, Mom's face seemed to look younger than it had in the years after Dad's death. The tension had largely vanished. She looked young enough to legitimately pass as Eva's sister. She still wore her hair in a ponytail like a schoolgirl. It was so easy to tie. If you looked closely you could see the slight lines around her eyes and face. The fashion magazines charitably called them "laugh lines." Each one represented a gem of wisdom that she had picked up over the last decade. But all in all, a quick glance would reveal a girlish looking face on a very voluptuous frame. She reminded me of Leslie Caron in the movie "Gigi." A baby face on a courtesan's body. "Do I look like what you imagined? Are my boobs too big? Do you like my nipples?" she asked. " Never in my wildest fantasies had I thought of Mom blatantly showing me her breasts. It was not like Mom. Her breasts were big indeed. It took both of Mom's hands to hold one up. It wasn't that her breasts sagged. But there was a lot of meat packed inside them. Breast feeding my sisters, and probably Dad's enthusiastic loving contributed to their shape. Don't get me wrong. Her breasts were certainly big and heavy. But they were beautiful. Large aureoles the size of small saucers decorated the end of her tits. Each was tipped with a fleshy nipple almost as big and red as a Bing cherry. These were the breasts of a mature, very voluptuous woman. They were excruciatingly sexy. I felt guilty at being so excited but my erection grew rock hard from the sight of Mom's body. Mom lifted the breast that she was holding to her mouth and flicked her tongue across the nipple. Then she put the end in her mouth and sucked it. I watched her cheeks hollow and swell. The breast surface rippled in time with her sucks. When she pulled her wet nipple from her mouth it had become hard and even bigger. Her hands lovingly caressed her breast as if she was stroking a favored child. She kissed it lovingly before she released it. The sight was so erotic that I almost came. "I masturbated a lot after Dad died. That was before I got sick so I couldn't blame it on the "naughty" me. I would imagine that it was his lips on my breasts and his prick in my cunt. If I thought hard enough about it and moved my hands just right, I would have a good orgasm. I really miss Dad. We enjoyed sex so much. I need you to take his place for this evening." "Don't be shocked," Mom said. "I may be your mother but we are not biologically related. I haven't been with a real man since the airplane crash. You have grown into a very handsome young adult and I want your prick inside me. Would you do your mother a great favor and make love to me?" She continued to caress her breast while she talked. I just stared as she rolled her growing nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Little bumps appeared around the aureole. "Look at my big boobies," Mom said. "Aren't they pretty. See how I can make the nipples stand up when I play with them. They are like little soldiers standing at attention. I want you to hold them and suck them You will really like my titties." "Well," I said, stalling for time, "your breasts are really big. Don't they get in the way? How big are they?" As I said that my hands reached unconsciously for Mom's tits. They cupped them for a moment, as if measuring them for size. My fingers gravitated to the nipples and started rolling and twisting just as Mom had done. It was a purely unintentional act on my part. Just an automatic reaction to Mom's body. She couldn't help but see what I was doing. A smile passed over her face as she watched my hands on her bulging nipples. She knew that I was a goner and that she would have my cock in her cunt shortly. Mom thought about it for a while. "I guess they are big," she said. "After I nursed each of the two girls they never went back to their normal size. And they do get in the way when I play tennis. But there are compensations. Big breasts make great sex toys. I'll show you." She grasped one breast near the end and pulled it upward. She rubbed her forefinger around the nipple in a circular motion. I watched the nipple get harder. It expanded until it was over half an inch long and almost as wide. Tiny little bumps appeared on the areola. Then she rolled the engorged nipple lightly between her fingers. I couldn't believe how big it got.. "How's that for a starter?" Mom asked. "Now look at this." She bent the breast she was holding up until it almost reached my face. "Lick the nipple." I did as Mom asked and touched the nipple with my tongue. It felt wonderful. My tongue rubbed against the slightly rough surface of the nipple which grew even larger and larger as I licked. It became very stiff. "Now put the nipple in your mouth and suck on it." I was astonished. I was finding out a lot of kinky things about my Mom. I opened my mouth and sucked the nipple in. At first it was like sucking a straw but then I got really into it and pulled the whole nipple and part of the areola into my mouth. "Press around the nipple with your lips and bite down a little with your teeth. Doesn't that feel good," Mom said. "Suck harder. I sometimes do it to myself when I can't get to sleep at night." I did as Mom asked and felt my cheeks hollow and swell as I alternated sucking and swirling around the nipple with my tongue. I put my hands around Mom's hands and pressed as much as could of the boob into my mouth, almost as if I was trying to swallow it. I was quickly changing my mind about the disadvantages of big breasts. "My nipples got very sensitive after I had children." Mom said. "You may not believe it but it feels even better when milk comes out," Mom said. "When I was nursing I would suck myself dry if there was any milk left. It sounds gross but I think that every nursing woman alive has tasted her own breast milk at least once." "I really love playing with my titties. They enjoy being hurt a little. I like to pull my nipples hard. It feels so good when I chew them and bite them. Not so much that I draw blood but enough so I can feel the pain. Then I suck them to sooth them. I can make myself cum if I suck them in the right way. Sometimes when I go to sleep at night I bend a breast up to my mouth and suck the nipple like a pacifier. They are my best friends and they are always with me. But today they are my gift to you. I'm offering them to you to use any way you want. Suck me, chew me. Just don't bite my nipple off." Mom sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs slightly. She placed both hands on her cunt and gently rubbed the moistening pink lips. Two fingers penetrated her vagina. Her hips began a slow undulating motion. I just stared unbelievingly. It was my Mom. "I'm just getting myself ready for you," she explained. "It always helps if I get a little wet first. Playing with my pussy makes me really hot. Don't worry. I'm not going to make myself cum. At least not yet." Mom looked directly at me. "Are you shocked?" she said. "Don't be. I may be your Mom but I was a woman first. This just gets me started." Mom pulled out the fingers that had been in her cunt. They glistened with her exudations. She raised them to her lips and licked them off. "I taste good." she said. "If you have never sucked a pussy you might try mine. Dad always said that my juices taste delicious. I would love to be able to lick my own cunt but I just can't bend that far. I'll have to taste myself from your lips." Mom might have been putting on a sex show to entice me but it was apparent that she enjoyed loving herself. And who wouldn't, I thought. She was a vital and very sexual woman. Her mental condition was a perfect excuse to do what she had always wanted to do without any associated guilt. "Give me your cock," she plead. "I want your big cock in me. I want you to be a motherfucker. I want you to fuck me senseless." She held out her arms toward me. By this time all my hesitation had vanished. My very erect penis led the way. Mom took hold of my cock to guide me and I plunged into her wet pussy. I pushed so hard that the end of my cock bottomed against her cervix. Mom gasped, wrapped her strong legs around me and clutched me close. She tensed her body a bit and her cunt literally gripped my cock. Despite having had two children she felt as tight as a teen ager. "Yes, yes!" she cried. "I've wanted this for so long." What was I thinking? I was fucking my Mom. Or perhaps I was fucking her alter ego. I didn't waste energy contemplating the philosophical or moral implications of what I was doing. All I knew is that I wanted her badly. She might have been my Mom but she was also a supremely sexual woman. Her breasts were soft and full, her body warmly sensuous. Mom had no rough edges at all. She was a person with whom I had spent many loving years, the woman who raised me from a toddler. And she was a great piece of ass. I was possessed by desire. It was a very intense fuck. As I moved in and out she squeezed the end of her breast to make her nipple stand up and pushed it into my mouth. I swallowed as much of her large breast as I could, licking and chewing the end. I wanted to suck milk out of my Mom's massive mammary but she had none to give. "Suck me, fuck me, suck me, fuck me," she repeated over and over. "Bite me, chew me, fuck me!" I stole a glimpse at Mom's face. She looked nothing like the mother I had lived with for years. Her face was a mask of total sexual abandonment. She was giving her all to fucking. I drove into her as hard as I could and she responded by slamming her pelvis against mine, all the while pushing her breast into my mouth. I was drawn into her intensity. I totally lost control of my body and we fucked like wild animals in heat. Mom and I made enthusiastic love for much of the afternoon. I felt her spasm to orgasm and I came immediately after. But that was just the appetizer. We both came several more times, sometime individually, sometimes simultaneously. We were indeed animals. Our bodies melted together and it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended. Alternately I had my face buried between her breasts and her legs, sucking and chewing whatever I could reach. Mom's hands played over my body, exciting me in ways that I never dreamed possible. She sucked and nibbled my penis and swallowed my cum. I pushed my head between her legs and thrust my tongue into her cunt then sucked and nibbled her clitoris. I was rewarded by a copious flow of vaginal juices. Mom tasted delicious. After nearly two hours of continuous lovemaking we stopped, physically exhausted by our efforts. Mom instantly reverted to being a mother and fixed us both something to eat. "I'm so glad you're not embarrassed by my forwardness," Mom said. "Every mother wants to sleep with her son but so few get the opportunity. But this is a peculiar situation. It's the other me that is fucking you. I'm just going along for the ride. I'm watching the two of you fuck and enjoying every feeling you give to the "other me." I love it. It's what I always wanted. It wouldn't make any difference if you had come out of my womb. I just want your cock inside me." "I'm well aware of my physical condition. The doctor's tell me that I only have a short time left. I have to get enjoyment out of my life any way I can. I can't put anything off until tomorrow. The feeling that I am outside my body helps me. I can do whatever I want with it. And I intend to use it or let others use it to give me as much pleasure as I can get in the remaining time I have. I really liked what you did with my body. You have given me one of the best fucks I ever had. I hope it pleased you too. You can use my body at any time." We chatted for a while, small talk really. It was an odd situation indeed. I found it hard to accept the idea of Mom treating herself as a third person. A person to whom the rules of civilized behavior didn't apply. She was like an actor who enjoyed being onstage because he or she could play any part, good or evil, that the author had written. For Mom's alternate persona, the role had been written by her id, the animal part of her being that lusted only for personal satisfaction. It was confusing because to me there was only one of her. She was the flesh and blood Mom with whom I had grown up. Both of us were sitting nude at the small kitchen table talking as if it was a typical mealtime conversation. We had eaten together many times as a family when I was growing up, except that we usually wore more clothes. Another difference was that Mom was wet between the legs. Intermixed drips of my sperm and her pussy juices dripped from her vagina and dampened her thighs. Nonplussed, she used her fingers to wipe away the wetness then raised them to her mouth to suck them clean. She was not in the least embarrassed. I was impressed by her casual acceptance of the fact that we had just fucked like rabbits at an orgy. She was the essence of cool. Mom asked more about my plans after medical training. What did I planned to do? Did I intend to get married? Did I plan to have children? Mom said she was old fashioned enough to want grandchildren. Considering Mom's bedroom behavior of a few minutes earlier her conversation was a real switch in tone. She sounded like a typical mother, worrying about her son's future. It was hard for me to concentrate on what she was saying. The enormity of the situation occupied my full consciences. Mom's illness was a concern but more immediate was the fact that I had just fucked my Mom and that I enjoyed it immensely. Both of us had enjoyed it. Mom's full breasts rested on the table between us. My eyes were drawn to those beautiful mounds. Every once in a while Mom's hands caressed their surfaces. She rubbed the palms of her hands over the nipples. It was an unconscious action. I'm sure she wasn't aware of what she was doing but it had a profound effect on me. Mom noticed me looking at her tits. How could she not notice. My eyes were riveted to them. "Look how big my titties are. I'm animal sized," she said with a grin. "I'm a z-bra." "Just kidding," she went on. "I guess I'm triple D or maybe an H size. I have to get my bras made to order. I know I'm too big to wear an off the shelf bra from a department store." "But," she said, "I just love my big boobies and I want you to love them too." The nurturing Mom of my childhood had turned into an icon of pure eroticism. I lost the fight to stop myself from grabbing those tits. I reached my hands across the table and clutched one between my palms. It was soft, yet resilient. I caressed it for a few minutes before releasing it. Mom smiled. What a bounty of flesh. No wonder she couldn't keep her hands off herself. I was curious about the roots of Mom's sexuality. I never dreamed that she was so adept at giving and receiving carnal pleasures. In a daring moment of frankness I asked Mom why she had never found another man after Dad died. "I knew my own needs better than anyone else. Since Dad died my best sexual experiences were with myself. Except for today, of course. Why have a someone do something for you that you can do better for yourself. Of course Eva helped me out once in a while." Mom's loving attention to her breasts and cunt confirmed that she knew her own body well enough to give it exactly the stimulation it needed. Why look outside when her own hands and mouth were always willing and able. I wondered what "helping her out" meant, with Eva's sexual appetites I could guess. I asked Mom about it but she wouldn't talk about her specific relationship to her daughter. She said that she thought Eva would consider it a private matter. If Eva wanted to tell me, she would tell me. She went on to say that Eva shared her passionate nature but that Jane was much more reserved. Just like Dad. "Don't be so dense, David," she said as she playfully poked me in the shoulder. "Of course Eva gives me climaxes. And I do it for her too. But we do it at home in private. It's just a mother and daughter thing like you and I are a mother and son thing." She squeezed my slowly hardening penis gently. "If you haven't fucked your sister yet, you really should. Of course, she's not really your sister so you wouldn't have to worry about it being real incest. Just sort of social incest. I think the two of you would get along well together. She is very uninhibited and has a nice body and a tasty cunt. Eva really needs a man in her life. Families should stay close and help each other out any way they can." "But," Mom went on, reverting to the role of a concerned mother, "Don't neglect your studies. I can take care of Eva until you get more time. Then you can have her. Perhaps the three of us could get together to discuss it in a family reunion some evening." I had a good idea what her invitation meant. She probably was planning an incestual threesome. Mom turned serious for a second. From the look on my face she must have been aware that she had overturned her whole image as a conventional, caring mother. "I see you are shocked. Don't be surprised about your mother, David. There's a lot about me that you don't know. It's time I told you the whole truth. It's a long story so don't be afraid to stop me if you have any questions." "Think about what losing your father meant to me. He was a wonderful man, the best I have ever known. He rescued me off the streets of Boston when I was only 18. My parents were illegal immigrants from Ireland who came here when I was still a kid. They were both killed in a tragic automobile accident. We had no relatives. Welfare and child protective services would simply send me back to Ireland to an institution. I had no one that would take me in. So I lived on the streets like so many other abandoned kids." "Street children have to do bad things or starve. Most had to steal or push drugs. I was raised to be a "good" girl and I knew I wouldn't last long without help. I was lucky because I was a pretty child and had big tits for my age. Dirty old men wanted to do awful things to me. I finally had to give in or I would starve. I let them touch me all over if they bought me a meal or gave me a little money. They would fondle my tits, put their fingers in my cunt or make me suck their cocks. They would drag me into their cars and fuck me. I was only 12 and their big cocks hurt me terribly. I hated it. But because I didn't fight back, no one beat me badly. Some of the girls on the street who resisted were raped and killed." "One man was bit more considerate than most. He thought that I looked like his daughter. After he fucked me he introduced me to a lady friend of his who ran a brothel. The madam took me on as an indentured prostitute. It was a common thing in those days. Prostitution in Boston was never legal but whorehouses were tolerated if the right politicians were paid off. I would get lodging and meals and a small allowance. In return I had to make myself available to customers." "Yes, darling. I was a common whore. If you don't like the word "whore" you can call me a "sex worker." It sounds almost respectable. But I was really a whore. I worked in the brothel for five years. The madam trained me to please both men and women. It was a working class whorehouse in one of the poorer sections of Boston. Most of the customers were ship yard workers who stopped in for a quickie on their way home from the Navy yard. A few came from the offices and the colleges in town. My original patron visited me often during my first year but I became too old for him. I was only 13." "The madam made me fuck anyone who could come up with the money. Man or woman, it made no difference. Sometimes a dozen people a night would use me. Most were older men who liked young girls. They weren't gentle. They would hold me down, jam their big pricks into my cunt, and fuck me until they came. Still, I fared better than most street kids. The whorehouse had been an old hotel and each of us girls had a small room with a bed and a tiny toilet. It was a clean place. No drugs and plenty of hot water. Better for business, the madam said. She told me that even though I was young and inexperienced, I was a prize piece of nookie. Many men wanted to sleep with their daughters or their little sisters. They usually didn't give in to their impulses at home but they would pay good money to use girls like me. That's one of the reasons that I tended to attract older clients. I was their daughter surrogate as well as their bed partner. Some of the women who used me were almost as bad I would have to suck their hairy cunts while they punished my sensitive tits. One woman from the college came to see me often. She would tip me if I made her cum quickly." "But couldn't you run away?" I asked. "Why did you stay if you hated it so much? Surely you could find a church group or a charity to take you in." "I was afraid," said Mom. "But that's not the main reason. I may have been a "good girl" but I wasn't a saint. After a while I got to like the physical sex part. I tried to resist having orgasms but I couldn't. My body would have none of it. When it wanted to cum, it came. I hope you won't think less of me when I tell you that I enjoyed fucking. It was like a drug. I became truly addicted to sex." "I knew that I was being abused by my clients but what angered me most was the response of my body. It was like I was two people. The thinking part of me was crying and ashamed but my body seemed to enjoy what was being done to it. This wasn't supposed to happen. Rape was torture. But when those big cocks fucked me I twisted and bucked in pleasure. My cunt swallowed them whole. The sensations that I felt were much more intense than any I could imagine. I was totally out of control, shaking and spasming. I had been fucked almost every night since I was 12 and it was the only pleasure I ever knew. My body needed those cocks in my cunt or I would go crazy. It had nothing else." "The only time I forgot about my situation was when I was having an orgasm. I longed for the feelings I experienced when I was cumming. They transported me out of my misery. I never faked a climax. I would really let myself go, thrashing and screaming in ecstasy, trying to stretch out the moment as long as I could. It made me very popular with clients. By this time I had a regular group of customers. The madam thought of me as a cash cow. Not because of my tits, which had grown several cup sizes over the years, but because I generated a steady income for the brothel. She even screened my clients, weeding out the most abusive ones. She didn't want anyone to damage her cow." "During the few moments I was orgasming I was in paradise. Man or woman, the physical shape of my lover didn't seem to matter much. What I wanted was a mouth on my tits, and a hand, cock, or tongue in my cunt. While a client fucked me my mind would shut down and my body would take over. It was like a drug. Having an orgasm was like hitting the reset button on my mind. It made me forget where I was and what I had become." "On slow nights some of the older whores took me to bed. Not all of them were lesbians. I guess they wanted a change from the brutal way that many of their clients treated them. I was small for my age. Except for my tits, I looked younger. I was their baby sister. Even the madam used me. They would hug me, love me, play with my tits, and we would make each other cum. After my growth spurt at 16, they stopped doing it. By that time I looked too much like a woman." "If I didn't have a customer in the evening, I masturbated. It helped me forget. I didn't like doing it to myself but I was powerless to resist my needs. I desperately wanted the relief of an orgasm. I needed to make myself cum." "If I had the time I would touch my body gently all over and hold my tits. They weren't big enough for me to suck yet but the nipples were very sensitive. I would stroke my body to a peak, and put my fingers into the folds of my pussy and rub the tingling nubs of flesh buried just inside. One of the older girls gave me a vibrator and I used that." "My free hand would find a nipple and roll the little nub until it was stiff. I rubbed my engorged pussy lips and buzzing clit until I was about to cum. I could feel my entire body quiver with involuntary shakes. My orgasm started deep inside my body. My thighs vibrated. The muscles in my belly contracted and relaxed. Then everything merged into one feeling of sexual arousal." "When I was close to a climax my legs would start to shake out of my control. They would tense and relax. The muscles in my thighs would get completely rigid. When my thighs got hard, I knew that I would cum in just a few more seconds. Then I would climax and let the lovely feeling of bliss wash over me." "But if I was in a hurry and needed relief fast I was much more aggressive with my body. I pulled my tits and twisted my clitoris with all my strength. It hurt but I didn't mind the pain as long as I could force myself to climax. I raped myself just like my clients raped me. Hurting myself made me cum quickly. I would only stop when my legs stiffened and my body started to shake in orgasm. It was bad sex, terrible sex, but it served its purpose. But no matter how bad it gave me some relief." "Don't think of me as a bad person. Sex was all I had. I would have fucked the bedpost if I could get it into my cunt. I was just an 18 year old whore, a common slut. There was no escape. I wanted to dive into my cunt and never come out, to forget about the world and have a perpetual orgasm for the rest of my life. I hated the people who used me and I hated myself for my weakness. But my tits and cunt kept me alive. It was a miserable life but it was a life." "Dad saved me. When he was a student in college he was taken to the whore house by a couple of his buddies as a birthday gift. He was just a year older than me. His friends bought my services for the entire night. We connected immediately. I felt that he was a kindred soul. It was his first time with a prostitute and he was so shy that I had to seduce him. He learned quickly. It was the only time I ever felt a strong desire for one of my clients. I desperately wanted to give myself to him. I couldn't wait for him to handle my young body, to hold my boobs, to suck my nipples, to use my vagina, to make me cum. We spent the night together talking and fucking, mostly talking between fucks. When he embraced me I didn't turn off my mind. I wanted to enjoy all the feelings of making love. We orgasmed together beautifully. I fucked him the first time because I was getting paid. I fucked him the second time because I wanted to. And the third time because I absolutely needed to. I guess he felt sorry for me. Dad had plenty of money. He bought off my contract and set me free." "We grew to love each other and despite my misgivings, got married. It was a marriage made in heaven. Dad was a wonderful man and I did everything I could to make him happy. He was a quiet man in public but he was a tiger in the bedroom. We never mentioned my former life but I used all the sex tricks I had learned as a prostitute when we made love. I was the perfect example of what the books always said men wanted. A lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. Dad and I were fully satisfied. Ecstatically so. Soon we had the two girls and we adopted you. We were married for over fifteen years and we had fantastic sex. It was our greatest source of pleasure. What a turnaround from my teen years in Boston. It was wonderful. I had complete fulfillment with the man I loved. Dad's death cut me off cold turkey." "After so many years of having great sex almost every night I knew that I needed some form of sexual fulfillment or I would go crazy. I couldn't live my life as a Nun. I would stand before the full length mirror in the bedroom and look at myself in the glass. I was still pretty enough and had a nice figure. I liked the way I looked. If I were a lesbian, I would love to "do" me myself. I would imagine myself sucking and licking a mirror image of my body and I got turned on by the very thought. It would be like being one of the women whose cunts I used to eat in the whorehouse except I would enjoy it on both ends. I couldn't lick my own cunt although I really tried. I would play with my tits and finger fuck myself until I orgasmed. For the first few months after Dad died I spent hours masturbating in our bedroom, trying to pretend that my hands were Dad's. That Dad was fucking me. That usually would hold me for a while. Until I needed it again." "I was "doing" myself years ago when you came home and saw me. Yes. I knew you were watching. I heard you come in. I could have pushed the door closed but I opened it a little wider. Having you see me added a perverse spice to pleasuring myself. I came harder than I had in months. I hoped you would like what you saw. I had a strong desire to force myself on you then. To drag you into my bedroom and make you fuck me. But I knew it wouldn't be right." "As long as it's confession time, I've got to tell you that I was a terrible tease. Even before Dad died I used to flaunt myself in front of you. I knew you liked to look at me so I gave you a good show of my tits when I bent over. You kept staring at my legs so every time I sat in front of you I hiked up my skirt, ran my hands over my calves, and crossed and re- crossed them. I was a whore long enough to know my legs are sexy. My customers liked to play with them before they fucked me." "I couldn't help but tease you. I would stretch my bare legs out in front of you and turn from side to side to make sure you got a good view. Then I would cross them slowly. Even I liked the feeling of my calf slithering across the opposite knee. You would look hard at my little leg show and run to your room to masturbate." "I missed having Dad play with my legs. Dad's caresses really turned me on. A few touches of his hands would have me quivering. In the evenings after he died I would have a few drinks, then sit on the floor next to my bed and play with my beautiful legs. I would raise one leg on the bed and run my hands over it, kneading the resilient flesh, pretending that it was Dad doing it to me. He would stroke them from ankle to pussy until I squirmed in ecstasy. He licked me all over, my toes, the back of my calves, the inside of my thighs." "Thinking of Dad, I stroked my thigh and kissed my nice calf. My hands drifted up my thigh, drawn to my cunt by an irresistible impulse. My fingers buried themselves inside. I was touching myself just the way Dad used to touch me. I sucked the fleshy curved calf into my mouth while I finger fucked myself. Whenever I played with my legs and masturbated, I always came quickly." "Dad used to tell me that I was good enough to eat. A prime cut. He was sure that if I was ever captured by cannibals and roasted for dinner they would eat my calves first. Like the drumstick of a turkey. Then my thighs and my juicy pussy, saving my tits for dessert. Maybe they would even bite my nipples off as an appetizer. He was positive that I would taste delicious. It was a really sick thought but I knew that's exactly what I would do if I was a guest at the cannibal's dinner and forced to eat a clone of myself." "Seeing Dad caress my body was completely erotic. I was the star in the porn movie of our lives. Just the thought of what he would do to me turned me on. We would make love most of the afternoon until it was almost time for you kids to return from school. Then Dad and I would clean up and become a proper suburban family again." "After Dad died I would have opened my thighs wide for you and let you crawl up to my crotch if only you had tied a little harder. I was ready to let you eat my pussy." "I might have dragged you to my bed and fucked you but you went away to college before I got the nerve. I was still being a "good" mother. My own life had been ruined by sex and I didn't want to spoil your life. If the "other me" had been around then, she wouldn't have waited." I interrupted Mom's confession. "Thank you for telling me all this. I thought that I was just being a dirty minded kid. Watching you do yourself in your room was one of the most beautiful things I ever saw but I was ashamed of myself for looking. I just couldn't tear myself away. Between that and my dreams of loving your tits and legs, I almost wore my cock out. I must have pumped out a gallon of spunk. But how did Eva get involved? And what about Jane?" "Eva went to a college in Boston instead of going away to school. Once Eva came home unexpectedly, just like you did, and caught me masturbating in the shower. As long as I'm being honest, I did myself a lot and I sort of hoped one of you kids would catch me in the act. If you had taken advantage of me then if wouldn't have been like contributing to the delinquency of a minor." "Eva is a very impulsive girl, too much like me, I'm afraid. She didn't hesitate. She stripped off her clothes and joined me. She dropped to her knees, sucked my cunt and gave me the wettest climax I ever had. We went to bed dripping wet and pawed each other's bodies the rest of the night. It was a real mess. I had tons of laundry to do the next day. Since then, Eva has helped me out whenever I've really needed it. And I've helped her out once in a while too." "Jane was never involved. She was so caught up in schoolwork and reading that I don't think she ever noticed anything out of the way. Her work at the library kept her busy and then she moved to New York for a publishing company job." "The only men I knew were Dad's colleagues and a few college students." said Mom. "His colleagues were all older men and married. I didn't want to be accused of breaking up a marriage. I took a couple of the students to bed but I didn't enjoy it. They seemed intimidated by my body and by my obvious need. The would cum after only a few strokes and then get embarrassed and leave. I never had a climax with any of them. What I really needed was a man, not another boy. Thank God you are a man. You gave me my first real thrashing climax since Dad died. I don't know where you learned to make love but you are really great." "I don't know why I'm telling you all this," said Mom. "I just had to get it out in the open. I didn't want you to think that you had violated a pure and sacrosanct mother. I'm just a reformed whore. Dad knew what I was and fucked me like a whore, not like a saint. I like rough sex too. You can give me hickeys and bite my tits as long as you don't hurt me too much." "I'm so glad that we made love today. No proper mother should fuck her son but I'm not a proper mother. I've wanted you in me for such a long time. It seemed much easier to do after I got sick. Everything seems easier now. If my body wants to do something, it does it. There is no little voice inside me telling me that it isn't right. I get aroused so easily. Dad always thought that I was a hot little number but I seem to be much hotter now. When you came in I was on fire. I needed to fuck you so badly that I was almost shaking. So I let my body do it. Not that I could have stopped it. She does what she wants. But this time we both wanted the same thing. It was great. Better than great, fantastic. Now I, no, we want to fuck you again." Mom stood up and took my sandwich out of my hand. I opened my mouth to protest. She stepped up close and silenced me by shoving her fleshy nipple between my lips. It was a full mouthful. "If you are still hungry nibble on that for a while. It always satisfies me." She paused for a moment, hands pressing my head against her breast. "That's right. Chew it nicely. Maybe even a little harder. I love having your mouth on my tit. We have the rest of the day ahead of us. I see that your cock is getting hard again. Come back to the bedroom. I need you inside me again." So we went back for round two. Mom and I wrapped ourselves around each other. This time Mom asked me to really work over her breasts while I fucked her gently. She told me that her big sensitive boobies were her favorite toys. Mom said she could make herself cum if she played with them long enough. She would fondle her titties and stroke them. When she excited herself enough she would touch her pussy and she would climax. She wanted me to suck and chew her titties so that she could pretend that she was nursing me. She said that she missed having that opportunity when I was growing up. She even asked me to bite her nipples a bit. It would help the illusion because babies often bite when they nurse. "Let me show you how I like it." she said. She bent one breast up so that her tongue could reach the nipple. Then she put both hands around the middle of the boob and squeezed until the end bulged. She ran her tongue in circles around the base of the nipple, flicking it back and forth. When the nipple enlarged she maneuvered the tip between her lips, grasped it with her teeth and pulled on it to an obscene length. Eventually her lips engulfed the nipple and much of the large aureole and she lightly chewed the entire end of her tit. She licked and sucked the swollen nipple until her body began to shake. "That's how I like it," Mom said. "It feels wonderful. I makes me feel so hot. Do my other tit the same way. Don't be too gentle. Nipples are tough. Babies chew on them all the time." So Mom and I cooperated on making love to her tits. Mom sucked on one of her big boobs while I did its sister. All the while my penis was deep in Mom's cunt as our hips moved in synchrony. I could feel a tightness in my groin and I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. "Wouldn't it be great if you made me pregnant." Mom said as she pressed her swollen nipple and much of her aureole into my mouth with her fingers, "Then I could really nurse you while you fucked me. Not much chance of that though. It's the wrong time of the month. But don't stop fucking me when you suck. It feels so good in both places. Fuck me harder. I think you are going to make me cum again. Oh yes! I'm definitely going to have an orgasm. I can feel it starting. My pussy is on fire. Oh yes. It feels so good. Fuck me harder. I'm becoming all cunt. I'm your cunt. Oh thank you David. I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING!" As she talked, Mom slipped her moistened finger deep into my anus and pressed my prostate gland. No one had ever done that to me before. It was like an electric shock to my genitals. I had an explosive climax. I swear I ejaculated a pint of cum into her vagina. Mom shuddered through still another climax. As did I. It was a big one. Her nipples seemed to swell even more, her hips flailed against mine and her cunt gripped my penis. I was amazed at her ability to carry on a coherent conversation while her body was shaking in ecstasy. She told me of the feelings in her body, her excitement, her arousal, and finally her approaching orgasm like a play by play announcer describing a ball game. We fucked for what seemed like hours. It was a sexual marathon. First Mom had a climax, then me, then Mom again. The climaxes were small, but real. I could feel Mom's calves against my back, pulling me in with each stroke. That seemed to give our fucking an extra stimulus and I drove into Mom's cunt until I could feel the head of my prick battering her cervix. Mom clutched me even tighter. She said that she had never been penetrated so fully. Mom came. And then came again. I had very little sperm left in my balls but my penis jerked in one dry climax after another. Finally both of us got in synchronization again. Hips and hands moved together. My cock drove in as Mom's hips rose to meet it. Mom squeezed her muscular legs around my torso as my hands gripped her thighs. Her full calves beat a tattoo on my back. I bit so hard on her tit that I was sure I would leave tooth marks all around the areola. The pain and pleasure reinforced each other. She had never felt her tit so well used. Just before we both climaxed together Mom literally shouted "David, I'm going to cum again. God! I'm going to have another orgasm. Right now. I'M HAVING AN ORGASM NOW!" Just as she uttered these words I felt her body stiffen and shake as she came. My tit stuffed mouth couldn't say anything as my body exploded in a shuddering climax. Passions temporarily sated, we fondled and sucked every protruding body part. Mom held my head close to her, shifting my mouth from boob to boob while I nibbled on her slightly rough nipples. We were fucked out but our bodies kept moving gently, sort of like a jog around the track after a long race. Our genitals didn't seem to want to let go of each other. We lay in each other's arms, hugging and fondling, for nearly half an hour. As if on a signal our bodies started moving to the tune of a final dance. My penis stroked Mom's cunt. Her cunt kissed and sucked my penis. We moved faster. Our bodies responded and we each had very nice climaxes. They were relaxed and pleasant, and extremely satisfying. I was in awe at Mom's sexual skills. She had been well trained. I mentally thanked her madam. We hugged each other and kissed, both like mother and son and like incestuous lovers. We had shared an unexpectedly beautiful experience, a blending of maternal, filial, and sexual love. Just before I took my departure Mom said "I'm sorry I took advantage of you. It was wonderful." "You didn't take advantage of me at all," I said. "I adore you and I'm happy that it happened. I'm also glad that you told me about your past. Does anyone else know about you?" "Well," Mom said. "I told Eva, of course. In just general terms. Not all the details. But not Jane. I felt it would shock her. Dean of Students Scotia knows but I didn't have to tell her. She was one of my regular clients when I was only 14. All I remembered about her was that she tipped me well when I ate her pussy. She never abused me but she was a real screamer. Everyone in the whorehouse knew when she came. She recognized me when Dad joined the faculty but neither of us has ever said anything about it. But you, now you know all about me. I hope it won't change your feelings towards me. I want you to know that I love you dearly. You are truly the son I wish I had. And an absolutely great lover. You can cum in me - - oops, I mean come over at any time. I would simply love it." I kissed her and started to leave. I had booked a room for the night at the college alumni club and I had some meetings early the following morning. "Don't be a stranger," Mom said as I walked down the short path. As I walked home, I tried to wrap my mind around what had happened this afternoon. I had discovered that my Mom was a very sensual woman, a former prostitute, with enormous sexual appetites. I was in the thrall of her sexuality and we had fucked to the limit of our capabilities. I had ravished her body as she had mine. I had sucked her juices and she had swallowed my sperm. We had shuddered through orgasm after orgasm. But she was still my Mom. She had raised me from a baby and I loved her dearly. I will not change my behavior to her in public but certainly our private relationship will be different. Considering Mom's illness I felt I should be closer to home. I wanted to transfer to a medical school closer to Boston. That is normally difficult but I was lucky. The chief administrator of a prestigious local medical school had been one of Dad's friends and pulled strings to arrange a transfer. My grades had been good and I would even receive all my credits. I would have to live in a college dorm. That was no real problem. I could get home weekends and was available for emergencies. Mom often surprised me on my birthday or on holidays with an intense and very satisfying afternoon in bed. She said it was easier and far more fun than baking a cake. I guess we both felt that it was unseemly for mother and son to be seen as actual lovers but I never felt any guilt about fucking Mom. I thought of it as therapy. I rationalized that I was just helping her get the maximum pleasure from her body. It certainly pleased me. She also served as a therapist for me as well. Mom allowed me to relive the scenes of my childhood, helping me to act out my fantasies. Once I entered her apartment to find her sitting on the couch, legs crossed, reading a book. She was wearing a sweater and a tight denim miniskirt very similar to the ones she had worn years ago. Maybe they were even the same ones. As I looked she slowly uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them in the other direction, making sure that I had ample opportunity to see that she wasn't wearing panties. The soft sound that her legs made as thigh slithered over thigh when she crossed her legs instantly regressed me to my horny teen years. She had recreated the scene perfectly. Her full calf, pressed over the opposite knee, made the most sensuous curve. Mom's muscular thighs stretched the seams of her tight skirt. I was still obsessed with the pure sexuality of Mom's legs. My cock got instantly hard. When I masturbated as a teen I imagined licking her legs and squeezing their sensuous curves around my cock. I fantasized burying my face between her thighs, working my way up to take care of what was between them. I never dared act on my youthful fantasies. Now I would do it. I dropped to my knees in front of her and crawled up to her legs. Mom continued to read as if nothing unusual was happening. I pressed my face against her full calf sucking the flesh into my mouth. Her skin tasted slight salty, just as I had Imagined. My hands kneaded her legs from ankle to knee. When I reached her knees I spread them apart to open her thighs. Mom seemed to ignore my touches. She turned a page in her book. Moving closer I raised her skirt, and ran my face up her thighs to her crotch. There it was. The pussy I had longed to invade in my teen years. It was already wet and fragrant with the scent of a few drops of perfume that she had thoughtfully applied. I pushed her thighs apart enough to plant a kiss on her pussy lips and thrust my tongue into her waiting vulva. Mom closed her legs around my head and pulled me closer. I sucked her cunt for almost an hour. Licking up her copious juices, nibbling her clitoris. Mom didn't move her body but every few minutes I felt her vibrate and spasm, her thighs pressing even tighter around my head. To my embarrassment, I could feel myself cumming in my pants. Eventually I came up for air. Mom was still sitting as she was when I entered the apartment, save for the fact that she had dropped the book. She slowly removed both hands from under her sweater. Her engorged nipples made big bulges in the fabric. I was exhausted both physically and mentally. My tongue was tired. Mom put her arms around me and raised me to the couch. She laid me back, unzipped my fly and licked my wet, now soft, cock clean. With the touch of her hands and mouth my cock soon stiffened enough for Mom to nibble and suck me to another climax. It was a very satisfactory blow job. A week later I arrived at her apartment for a planned Sunday lunch. Just as happened almost a decade ago I heard moaning sounds coming from Mom's bedroom. Mom was naked on the bed, face flushed and hair tousled, one hand holding a big breast, the wet fingers of the other moving in and out of her cunt. Her legs flailed around in her typical pre-orgasmic dance. I stared at Mom's writhing naked body. She was lovely. I was transfixed by the sight. She was apparently stimulating her body to a climax. And I felt a slight pang of disappointment. She had invited me to spend the afternoon with her under the implication that we would eventually end up in bed. Had she forgotten? Mom's motions became more frantic. She squeezed the breast she was holding tightly. The nipple and areola expanded. Then both hands were in her cunt, moving almost violently. One hand thrust in and out of her vagina, the other moved on her clitoris. As before, I saw her legs extend and become stiff, the muscles in her thighs etched in sharp detail. I watched her beautiful calves contract as she pointed her toes. It was obvious that she would climax in a few moments. Then she stopped. Mom turned to me, held out her arms, and smiled. "Come in and join me," she said. "I was getting myself ready for you." She placed her hand on her pussy. "This is your lunch. Fuck me first, then eat me." I quickly doffed my clothes and almost dove on her body, prick in wet cunt. Mom's sex show had so primed us both that we came in seconds. Then I had my lunch. Later, while sitting around having coffee, I asked Mom about why she was trying to recreate my teen aged fantasies. "I'm just trying to get closure," she replied. "Both yours and mine. You may think that they were only your fantasies but they were mine as well. We get so few opportunities for "do overs" in life. I always wondered what things would have been like if I had allowed myself to act exactly the way I wanted. If I had opened my legs to you when you tried to look up my skirt or if I had welcomed you into my room when you saw me masturbating. I think I know now. I would have loved to have you eat my pussy and fuck me years ago but I think it was better for you that I waited. You turned out to be a fine man." "But sometimes I shudder to think of what might have happened if things had been slightly different. If Dad's buddies had not taken him to the whorehouse I might have lived my life as a prostitute and ended up on the streets as an old hooker." "In a way I'm even grateful for my illness. I can act the way I want and blame it all on the "other me." If I want to give myself a climax when I'm cooking dinner, I can just do it. I don't have to apologize to anybody." "A couple of days ago I was getting a bite to eat in the kitchen and I had an overwhelming need for a climax. It came on very suddenly without advance warning. My cunt demanded to be pleasured instantly and I was totally unprepared. Usually when I "do" myself I go to my bedroom or bathroom where I have a soft bed or couch and a washcloth to wipe up my pussy juices. But there was no time. I grabbed the first phallic looking object I saw from the refrigerator, a long cucumber. I quickly dropped my jeans, pulled aside my panties, and plunged the cucumber into my vagina. Then I collapsed on a kitchen chair. I stared in disbelief at the end of the cucumber sticking out from my cunt. It was almost a foot long and my cunt had swallowed most of it." "It felt really good. The cucumber was cold and soothing. It gave my hot vagina a moment of relief. I grabbed the end to pull it out. As I pulled, the little bumps on the cucumber rubbed my pussy lips and clitoris. The feeling was wonderful. It felt so different from my fingers. So I pushed the cucumber back inside me and pulled it out. Again the wonderful feeling. I did it over and over. It filled me fully. It was almost like getting fucked with a cock. I loved it." "I worked the cucumber in and out, staring at it all the while. I was astounded at what I was doing to myself. I had never fucked myself with a vegetable before. My legs stretched in front of me and started shaking. My thighs were getting rigid. I could hardly believe that I was fucking myself with a cucumber and how good it felt." "Of course I had an orgasm. A big one. The cucumber was still inside me when I climaxed. My full cunt made the orgasm something special. I didn't even have to touch my tits. After I came I pulled the cucumber out. It was covered with my pussy juices. I intended to wash it off but I was still hungry so I took a little bite off the end. My pussy juices make a great salad dressing. So I sliced the cucumber up and ate it. It was like eating a lover. The "other me" must be a really sick puppy." "But I can't blame what I did today or last week's leg show on the other me. They were both something I badly wanted to do for myself and for you. You can't imagine how much I regretted teasing you so much in those years. After Dad died it wouldn't have cost me anything to let you have me. You were the only man on my life. I was so tempted that I almost did it. I just didn't want to screw up your life the way that I had almost screwed up mine." "You turned out OK though. But my years of teasing you always made me feel a bit guilty. I thought by actually participating in your fantasies I might get rid of some of my guilt. Not a chance. I loved what we did these last weeks. I'm sure we both would have enjoyed it years ago too. Maybe even too much. I'm not sure I could have survived allowing you to leave and go away to college." "So any time you have a fantasy you want to explore or you want to repeat some of the old ones, or even do something new and kinky, just come over and do it to me. Whatever you do, I'm sure I will love it. If it's really kinky, I know that my other body will want you to do it to her. She really enjoys weird stuff." I did have sort of an incestual relationship by having a sexual fling with my stepsister Eva. It was totally unplanned. Mom asked me to come over to give me a birthday present but called me to tell me that she would have to work late at the Y filling in for another aerobics teacher whose baby was sick. She would be delayed. I told her that I would wait. When I entered Mom's apartment unannounced, I found Eva lying on Mom's couch pleasuring herself. That's a nice way of saying it. She was masturbating furiously. Her skirt was raised and her blouse was open. Both her breasts were fully exposed. I watched for a few minutes as she squeezed an ample tit with one hand and flailed her cunt with the other. One of her dancer's legs was raised on the cushions on the back of the couch. The other was on the floor exposing a juicy pussy. Her pussy really was beautiful. Her vaginal lips framed the tight pink passage that her fingers were invading. Every stroke rubbed her swollen clitoris. Each time she touched it her legs twitched and she let out a slight gasp. Eventually she realized that I was in the room. She looked directly at me and smiled. But she didn't stop finger fucking herself. In fact she angled her pussy towards me so that I could get a better view. Eva was always very uninhibited about sex. Anything worth doing was worth doing in public. "Mom asked me to come over to pick up a birthday present," said Eva. "She called to say she would be late." I had almost forgotten that Eva and I had birthdays on the same day. "I got bored waiting so I decided to do something more fun." Eva shuddered a bit and her legs quivered. I could see the muscles in her thighs tense. Then she said, without missing a beat, "Hang around, David. I'm going to cum soon. Then we can talk. Why don't you help bring me off. Lick my clit the way you used to. I would love it." While she talked Eva's hand worked furiously on her cunt while the other rolled her bulging nipple. Her body jerked and spasmed and her legs moved in a sexual dance on the bed. I could hear the liquid sounds her fingers made as she thrust them in and out of her vulva. Yet her speech sounded almost normal with no trace of the sexual tension which was wracking her body. She was one of those people who could have an orgasm while carrying on a coherent conversation about a totally unrelated subject. Just like Mom. It boggled my imagination. When I was in the throes of passion, all I could think about was fucking. My mind had no room for anything else. Eva spread her legs still further and beckoned me to come over. She removed her hand and raised her hips to elevate her pubis. I leaned over and licked her pussy, paying special attention to the clitoris. I remembered that she liked me to do that. Her pussy juices tasted like Mom's. I sucked her swollen clit until I felt her body stiffen and tense in an orgasm. When she climaxed she put her arms around me and clutched me to her. "Thank you David," she gasped. "That was nice. I was just amusing myself. I got tired of waiting for Mom to get home." Eva was breathing hard. It had been a significant climax. We relaxed while Eva recovered. She sat up on the bed, shrugged a bit and brushed her hair out of her face. Then it was family news catch up time as we talked of everything that had happened since we last saw each other. Eva seemed completely oblivious to her appearance. Her breasts were still hanging out of her blouse and her cunt was dripping. We talked about our various career paths. Eva was now a reporter for a major communications network, a pretentious name for the local TV and radio station. She asked how I was getting along with med school and about my social life. I told her that med students didn't have time for social life. I didn't mention my weekends with Mom. If Mom wanted to tell her, she would. Eva was amazed about how much I had grown since she played with me as a child. While we talked she slowly removed both her blouse and skirt. It was a very sensuous strip tease. Eva wondered how I had matured but I could see that she had matured very well. Her breasts had grown from apple sized to grapefruit sized and her nipples were as big as small acorns. At the rate her breasts were growing she would look just like her mother in a few years. And that's not bad. Her pubis was covered with soft fuzzy down-like hair. I could see her still swollen pink pussy lips between her legs. By this time I was rock hard. Never mind that she was my sister. A stiff cock doesn't care. Eva was very seductive. After what seemed an eternity of teasing she opened my fly. She played with my penis like a child with a new toy, examining it closely and touching it all over. Holding my cock with one hand she grasped her naked breast with the other and rubbed her engorged nipple against the cock head. She flipped her nipple back and forth with her finger, stroking my cock, masturbating me with her tit. No one had ever done that to me before. It felt very nice. Unusual, but nice. Little drops of pre-cum emerged from the cock head which she swept up with her finger. She put the finger in her mouth, tasting my emission. She must have remembered our teen explorations because she lowered her head, wrapped her lips around my cock, and started gently sucking. "You taste nice, brother of mine. One good suck deserves another. Cum for me. I want your cum." Eva's lips and tongue worked my prick so skillfully that I gushed a tablespoon of sperm into her mouth. She swallowed it with relish, obviously enjoying the taste. I started to soften but she continued sucking and chewing the head of my cock and used her hands on the shaft. Thanks to Eva's attention, I was soon hard again. "Put it inside me." she said. "I wanted you to fuck me since we were teens. Too bad we never got the chance. But I've got your cock in my hands now and I won't let you get away until you fuck me." How could I resist that invitation? I disrobed and sat next to her on Mom's couch. "OK," she said. "You're ready. Stick it in and ride me. Fuck me so hard I can't stand." She simply sat astride me and guided my cock into her vagina. She was warm, wet, and very tight. A cunt to die for. What else could I do but fuck her. As her voracious cunt gripped my cock I got carried away. I had almost forgotten how turned on I was by our erotic play as teens. But my body remembered. Eva shoved her tit into my mouth. "Suck me! Bite me! Fuck me! Bite harder, I want your tooth marks on my tit." Not only was she getting to look like Mom but she shared many of Mom's sexual predilections. I bit as hard as I dared, even tasting a little blood. She certainly would remember this fuck tomorrow. At least her breast would. Our intense fuck made up for years of wasted opportunity. Pent up desire drove our bodies with such energy that we exploded in a simultaneous orgasm within just a few minutes. Eva spasmed violently just as I ejaculated explosively into her cunt. I'm sure half the apartments in the development could hear our climactic screams. "We should have done this when we were kids. I would have been your sex slave. I would have loved to have your babies. All I ever wanted was to have you fuck me. Instead I wasted all that time being groped by anonymous guys in college. I wasn't lucky enough to find a boyfriend to marry like Mom did. The only way I could have regular orgasms was by masturbation, just like you saw when you came in. Mom said that I really needed a man." "Mom insisted that I make love to you. She said that you were absolutely great in bed." So I guess Mom told her that I was a motherfucker after all. "And you certainly are great in bed, David. You should have paid more attention to your family. I really wanted you myself but I'm so glad you got together with Mom. She seems much happier now." After this faint reproach she joked that I was a better lover than Mom had described. Eva's confession confirmed my suspicion that she and Mom gave each other climaxes on a regular basis. I had a quick and very erotic mental image of Mom and Eva going 69 on each other. Mom's veiled suggestion of a threesome became much more enticing. There is much to be said for a close knit family. Eva and I did it two more times that afternoon. Once with me on top, once with Eva on top. Both fucks were more relaxed but were supremely enjoyable. Between times Eva and I examined her tits, kissing them to make them feel better. They were very nice tits. The aureoles were large and pink. Her nipples were still swollen from their hard use a couple of minutes earlier. While I explored her breasts in the guise of inspecting them for damage she fondled my cock. There were impressions of my teeth around the aureole of one breast and even a spot where the skin had been pierced. I hadn't quite bitten into the flesh but under Eva's encouragement I had come close. Both breasts had finger bruises, whether from my hands or Eva's I can't say. Both of us had mauled her tits during our passion. Eva definitely would carry my brand for a couple of days but there was no sign of permanent damage. Still, I better be careful around her toothsome titties in the future. I gained a real appreciation of my sister's erotic capabilities that afternoon. Mom never did show up that day. I have the suspicion that she arranged the visit as a mutual birthday gift, giving me to Eva and Eva to me. It would have been completely in Mom's character. Eventually Eva and Mom and I did have that threesome. This time it was for Mom's birthday. Jane had moved to New York to accept a position as an editor for a publishing house so she couldn't attend. The two of us wished Mom a happy birthday. All of us were aware that it might be her last. Eva kissed Mom and Mom kissed Eva. By this time both women were hugging and crying. I came over and they grasped me into a three way hug. Despite my intention to be sympathetic and caring, I felt my erection rising. Soon I had a massive hard on. How could I not in the arms of the two women I loved most in the world. I felt a hand reach down and hold it but I couldn't tell whose hand it was. Finally Eva said, "It's getting late. I think we should all go to bed." We sat around and talked for a while, mostly about casual things, yet the 600 pound gorilla in the room was the realization that in a little while I would probably have my cock in Eva's cunt while she would be eating out Mom's pussy. Or perhaps it would be the other way around, I would have my cock in Mom's cunt while she ate Eva's pussy. But how to get started? Eva was the practical one, as she usually was. "Mom," she said, "why don't you start by undressing David and me. While you are taking our clothes off, you can decide what you want to do next." Mom took another gulp of her drink and rose, slightly unsteadily, to her feet. I'm sure the wine didn't affect her yet so it must have been the emotionality of the situation. She approached me and started to unbutton my shirt. I helped with the hard buttons but she did most of the work. Within a minute she had it unfastened. "While you step out of those clothes, David, I'll work on Eva." Eva was easier. All she was wearing was a loose blouse over her bra, a skirt, and some panties. Mom was used to woman's clothes and had her undressed in a few seconds. She unsnapped the bra and Eva's breasts swung free, glad, I'm sure, not to be confined any more. Then Mom, shrugged off her own clothes. Nudity was not a big deal in our family but it was still odd for me to see the two women I lusted after standing buck naked in the same room without any idea of what to do next. Again Eva solved the problem. She looked at Mom's lovely mounds, then reached out her hands and grasped a breast. Her fingers sunk into the elastic tissue as she slowly pulled the boob toward her face. Mom didn't move. She just stood still waiting to see where Eva's fancy led her. Eva engulfed the nipple in her mouth and started sucking. Mom put her hand around Eva's head and held her close. After about a minute of sucking, Eva released Mom's breast, then looked closely at it. The wet nipple was engorged and the areola had become bumpy. Mom took a step backward, bent over slightly, then put one hand on Eva's mound while the other cradled my balls and cock. It was almost as if she couldn't decide whom to do first. It must have been an odd sight. The three of us were nude, standing in a semicircle like statues in a Grecian garden. Mom had a hand in each of our public areas. She was working my cock with her fingers and rapidly making me hard. I couldn't see but I could sense that she had some of the fingers of her other hand in Eva's cunt. In a sense, she was giving me a hand job and finger fucking Eva. I had the feeling that Mom would, if she could, give both of us orgasms at the same time. Eva, very perceptive Eva, immediately understood the nature of Mom's dilemma. Mom wanted both of us in the worst way but she was afraid that if she fucked me first, Eva would get jealous, and if she fucked Eva first, I would get jealous. "Mom," Eva said, "there is no need to decide which of us to do first. Remember that in a threesome, we all do it to each other together. The main rule is not to leave anyone out. Each person should try to get the other two to make love to each other. The best part is when we all can make each other cum at the same time. Let's all get on the bed and we will see what happens." I'll never know where Eva picked up such nuggets of wisdom and I was almost afraid to ask. Bowing to the logic of Eva's approach, Mom squeezed my, by now, fully erect penis and removed her fingers from Eva's cunt. Reluctantly letting go of our private parts she lay down on the large bed. Mom was as fantastically lovely as I remembered her. Her legs were still firm, well-shaped, and very, very sexy. Her skin firm without a wrinkle. Her body had changed only slightly with the years but her breasts had become objects of classic beauty since she stopped nursing. To my regret I wouldn't be able to suck milk out of them anymore but they would be wonderful to caress. Eva said teasingly, "How about if we both make love to you at the same time? I'll start by loving you above the waist while David will love you below. Or would you rather I did the left side and David did the right side? Then we can switch positions. Is that OK?" Eva winked at me and I nodded my assent. I was really glad that Eva had a sense of humor even about sex. "I think that either would be great," said Mom seriously, "but if I really get to decide, this is what I want. Eva, I remember sucking your pussy from our last time together. Your juices taste wonderful. So while I play with your tits, I want you to sit over me so that I can suck your cunt until you climax. And David, while I'm sucking Eva, I want you to do the same to me. Put your head between my thighs, suck me and finger fuck me, and when you feel me getting really hot, I want you to jam your big cock into me and fuck me for all I'm worth. If we do it right, we can all cum at the same time. Won't that be great? And then when we get done, we can all take turns doing each other." Eva sat down on the bed and put her arms around Mom, kissing her on the mouth. Mom's hands found Eva's breasts and started kneading them gently. She raised one to her mouth and tongued the nipple. Eva held Mom's head to her breast with one hand and lowered the other until it could touch her mound. Her outstretched fingers stroked Mom's cunt lips. Then Eva shifted her body and gently placed her pussy over Mom's lips. In the meantime I loved and kissed Mom's beautiful legs until they started to move in what I recognized was a pre-orgasmic dance. Then I crawled between them and worked my hands up her thighs. I remembered that the inside of Mom's thighs were very sensitive. My memory was good. As I fondled the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs she started to squirm. Mom wrapped her muscular legs around me and tried to pull me up to her cunt. When I got there I found Eva's hand stroking Mom's outer pussy lips. Eva removed her hand and guided my head into place. Without missing a beat, my tongue replaced Eva's fingers on Mom's labia. I could faintly hear her moan with pleasure even through my head was buried between her strong thighs. After a few more minutes of sucking and nibbling, Mom's cunt was sopping. Her juices flowed freely and were quite delicious. Mom's pussy lips were swollen and her clit was protruding like a tiny cock. I teased her clitoris with my tongue then wrapped my lips around it and started sucking. As I caressed her clit with my lips and teeth, her thighs closed tighter around my head squeezing me in time with each suck. It was as if Mom's body was talking to me through her legs, encouraging me to work her clitoris harder. But I didn't want to give her a climax yet. I wanted my cock inside her when she came. I felt that it was time for a real fuck. I gently pried Mom's thighs apart, even though she tried to hold me close, and rose to a kneeling position between her legs. My prick was exactly level with her cunt. Mom wrapped her legs around my butt and pulled me toward her with her full sexy calves. I rubbed the end of my cock against her clit to moisten it slightly, although I was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. A final thrust of Mom's legs pulled me right into her welcoming vagina, the first time I had been in her for several months. It felt wonderful. I knew that I would have to concentrate on not cumming too soon otherwise I would blow my wad on the spot. On my knees, I could see over Mom's body. Her hands were holding Eva's breasts from behind. Eva was straddling her face while Mom was avidly licking and sucking her cunt. It was an isosceles triangle of sex, Eva on one side, me on the other, and Mom at the base connecting both of us. Eva and I looked at each other, reached out and held hands. I could see from her face that she enjoyed Mom's eating out her cunt immensely. Eva's body started twitching as Mom started licking her clitoris. One twitch for each lick. Eva's eyes got glazed and an energized look passed over her face. She appeared as she did just before a climax when we fucked. "Are you nearly there?" I asked. Eva nodded. She licked her lips. I don't think that she was in a condition to speak. The way Mom was moving and twisting her body showed that she was on the verge of orgasm too. There was no need to hold back my climax any longer. I began driving my hard cock into Mom's cunt assisted by the motion of her legs around my body. Every time I would move back, she would flex her legs and pull me forward. In a sense, she was fucking herself with my cock. It was attached to me but she was moving it in and out. Eva had passed beyond the glazed state and was on the verge of cumming. She placed my hands on her tits over Mom's hands. "David, Mom" she managed to utter. "Squeeze hard." We both grasped Eva's tits. I helped Mom squeeze them in time with the motion of her legs. We were all in sync with each other. Mom's tongue on Eva's clitoris, Mom's legs pulling my cock into her cunt, our fingers on Eva's nipples. We were all rising to a climax simultaneously. The feeling in my prick was overwhelming. I could feel my sperm bursting out. It was a massive cum. Eva, gasped and shuddered while I watched. She threw her head back and screamed "Yes, yes! I'm cumming!" And Mom literally spasmed under us. Her body twisted and turned. She screamed I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING. She breathed deeply as she came down from her high. Her face was flushed. Finally she freed her mouth from Eva's cunt and said "That was fantastic. I've never ever cum so hard. I love both of you so much. Thank you, thank you both." Over the next year Mom's condition gradually deteriorated. We had a repeat of our three way to celebrate the Christmas holiday. We both brought Mom presents. Mine was a collection of her favorite music burned on a series of CDs. She could put them in the player and have a continuous background of melody for at least 24 hours before the series would repeat. Eva's gift was more practical. She brought Mom a couple of high quality vibrators and a big box of batteries. But by this time Mom was almost out of it. Not physically. She was fastidious about her fitness and personal hygiene. While she didn't teach classes any more, she worked out daily on an exercise machine. Eva and I wouldn't let her jog in the park, not because we were afraid of her injuring herself but because she might accost and try to seduce a fellow runner. So she did her running on a treadmill. Mom showered morning and evening, brushed her hair daily, and kept the apartment neat. Eva organized a life support team for Mom. She arranged for a maid service to do the heavy cleaning chores, and got the local supermarket to deliver a variety of healthy foodstuffs. From the neck down Mom was the perfect woman. To my mind she was absolutely beautiful. She hadn't seemed to age a day from the time we kids were teen agers. Her figure was magnificent. Large breasts, a tiny waist which flared out into full hips, and wonderfully sexy legs. Her skin was clear with nary a blemish or a wrinkle. The changes were mostly internal. She looked as lovely and sexy as ever but she had great difficulty remembering things for more than a few minutes. Her behavior grew more and more uninhibited, almost wanton. Her life revolved around getting sexual satisfaction. Every time I visited her she would kiss me and hustle me off to her bedroom. She would strip off my clothes and fuck me with almost manic intensity. It was almost as if she was afraid that it would be the last time. She was the aggressor. She would suck my cock until it became hard then climb on top of me with my cock in her cunt. A mountain of breast was shoved into my mouth. She rode up and down on my prick like a child on a hobby horse, crying "Suck me, fuck me, suck me, fuck me!" It didn't take long before she started screaming "I'M CUMMING!" And we both came, her cunt draining my cock like a dairy milking machine sucks milk out of a cow's teat. Then we would talk. After about half an hour of light conversation she would ask "Why don't you fuck me?" My emissions and her juices were still dripping out of her vagina and she had already forgotten. If we didn't make love in a few minutes, she would start caressing her own body eventually progressing to a full-fledged masturbation. I would watch her pull and suck her big tits, squeezing them until the ends bulged. Her nipples turned bright red. She grasped her nipples and stretched her boobs until I was afraid she would tear them off her body. She would pull a boob to her mouth, sucking and chewing, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she tried to suck milk from the dry teat. Soon her hands gravitated to her cunt. Her fingers started moving in and out of her vagina, faster and faster. The squishy sounds of her forceful masturbation were accompanied by her throaty moans. She twisted her clitoris violently. Her hips started moving. Her legs shook and she shuddered to a climax. It was like watching Mom perform in a particularly explicit porn video. I was always aroused by the sight but sometimes I was unable to comply with her needs. Half an hour later she had forgotten she had done it. Mom's condition was medically unusual. It was not nymphomania. She had no need to couple with random people. Nor was it Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome. In PSAS sufferers are forced to give themselves repeated orgasms without any satisfaction. Mom truly enjoyed her orgasms and got plenty of satisfaction from them. Rather it seemed to be a combination of a total loss of inhibition combined with a decline in short term memory. Mom had become all libido. She wanted and needed the pleasure of the climaxes. They gave her full enjoyment. But then she forgot that she had had them. I remembered Mom's words vividly from her confession about her life as a prostitute. "I was obsessed with making myself cum. I would pull and twist my clitoris with all my strength, ignoring the pain to force myself to a climax. I was raping myself just like my clients used to rape me. But I couldn't stop. I wanted to dive into my cunt and never come out. I wanted to forget about the world and have a perpetual orgasm for the rest of my life." Mom had succeeded in achieving her goal. She was raping herself just as she used to when she was a teen aged whore. Her life had become a series of orgasms. Eva and I tried our best to satisfy Mom's needs. On weekends we would meet in Mom's apartment, chat for a while, then take her to bed. We would remove Mom's clothes and then Eva and I would undress. False modesty would just get in the way of what we were going to do. I always enjoyed the sight of Mom and Eva together. Mom, the classic beauty. Eva, the nubile seductress. To my eyes the two most desirable women in the world. Eva and I would stroke Mom, handle and suck her beautiful tits, caress her legs, and lick her juicy vagina. Mom turned her face alternately to both of us, pure love in her eyes. Then she would close her eyes and start moving her body as the erotic sensations possessed her. Mom's own hands assisted ours. She was being loved by a threesome again, Eva, me, and Mom herself. Every once in a while she would extend her hand and caress one of our body parts, my penis, Eva's breast or vagina. It was as if to show us that she wanted to make love to us as much as she wanted us to make love to her. When Mom's body was vibrating in passion, I would slip my penis into her cunt and slowly fuck her. I wanted to make it last as long as I could. she wrapped her legs around me and clutched me tight. And then as before, she gave me a full play by play of her arousal to ecstasy. "Oh David," she said. "I just love it when you fuck me. It's so nice. Make me cum David. Oh yes, you are making me cum. You are doing it to me again. Don't stop. I can feel your cock moving in me. My tits are burning. Suck my tits. Bite me, chew me. Harder, harder. Yes! That's it. I'm getting so excited. My cunt is exploding. I'm going to cum soon. Open your eyes and look at me. Watch me cum. I can't hide anything from you. I'm just about to - - Yes I'm cumming now. It's a really big one. I'M CUMMING NOW. I'M CUMMING!" When it was over Mom kissed me and thanked me, then shut her eyes for a short nap. Half an hour later Eva took over. She kissed Mom's lips then fondled her breasts. Mom hugged Eva, then put her hand between Eva's legs and stroked her pussy. Mom was clearly doing Eva as much as Eva was doing her. Both appeared to enjoy each other immensely. They had a lot of practice at mutual satisfaction. But today was Mom's treat. Eva gradually lowered her head, licking an kissing Mom's torso until her mouth was on a level with Mom's pussy. She spread Mom's legs and tongued her swollen labia. Mom's cunt was still wet from our earlier fuck, her juices and my jizm leaking out. Eva didn't seem to mind. Later she told me that it was like sucking us both off at the same time. Eva knew Mom's hot buttons. She drove her tongue into Mom's cunt swirling it around like a flexible wet prick. Mom started to writhe, Her hands mauled her own breasts in time with Eva's tongue thrusts. I hugged and stroked Mom while Eva sucked her cunt. Eva and I locked eyes while we both pleasured Mom. There was love in her eyes. Finally she nodded slightly and I got the message. I plunged my tongue into Mom's mouth while Eva shifted her attentions to Mom's clit. Mom started shuddering and vibrating. Her entire being tensed in a full body orgasm. It was lovely. But very exhausting. Even the two of us couldn't keep up with Mom's sexual deeds. We would fuck her until we both had big climaxes. Then Mom would "do" herself while we watched. She would put on a real sex show thrashing around naked on the bed, one hand holding her breast, the wet fingers of the other playing with her pussy. Her legs would flail around in a spastic dance. She would squeeze her boob so tightly that the end bulged. Then she would put both hands in her cunt. Her fingers deep in her vagina. They worked in and out, pressing and rubbing her clitoris with each stroke. Her hands had a will of their own. They forced her to glorious orgasms. She gasped and moaned as she came, then turned and smiled at us, just as if she had given us the wonderful gift of her orgasm. The three of us would lie on the bed together, Eva and I on each side of Mom, fingering and stroking various appendages. I played with Mom's tits while she toyed with my cock. Eva's fingers were in Mom's pussy. After a while we switched, Eva stroking my cock, Mom sucking Eva's tits, while my hands caressed Mom's legs and cunt. We drifted off to sleep from time to time to be awakened only when one of our erogenous zones was particularly well stimulated. It was a delightful Christmas holiday. In the evening Mom reverted to being a full time mother. She prepared a very tasty meal and insisted that we sit at the table and eat it properly. It must have been quite a sight. We were still nude, and probably a little disheveled from our earlier exertions. But the meal was delicious. The three of us sat around the kitchen table. Mom rested her ample breasts on the table surface just as she had done the first time she seduced me. She claimed that it was more comfortable than having them hang down to her lap. She said that her nipples would rub against her thighs every time she moved and that it was too distracting. On the other hand, the sight of Mom's tits on the table certainly distracted me. Eva was a vision of youthful beauty, a fitting contrast to Mom's voluptuousness. She wasn't a naive virgin no matter how pure she appeared. In fact her sexual skills and appetites would rival those of an experienced Parisian courtesan. I knew that I was right when I felt Eva's extended foot caressing my crotch. But she looked lovely. We talked as we ate, mostly about trivial stuff. It was a delightful family dinner. Towards the end of the meal Mom looked at us questioningly. As if she had forgotten why we were there. While eating our dessert, her hands gravitated to her tits and she started rolling her nipples. It seemed an unconscious action on her part but it conveyed a message to Eva and me. It was still early. Eva and I would not have to leave for several more hours. After we washed the dishes, we took Mom to bed again and repeated our afternoon's activities. This time in reverse order. Eva gave Mom a full cunnilingual climax that seemed to last for an eternity. Mom's body tensed, every muscle outlined, then relaxed. Tensed again, then relaxed. Tensed and relaxed again. Eva was taking Mom on an orgiastic roller coaster ride. Mom twisted her body from side to side, her hands clutching Eva's head to her cunt. Her calves tightened and her toes extended as if toe dancing. Finally she spasmed, head and heels pressing down on the bed to raise her body in a perfect arc. When it was my turn I took it slowly. The respite had stiffened my cock nicely. I lay on top of Mom moved my penis in and out of her vagina with long strokes. My pubis pressed against Mom's mound. I was grinding her clitoris between our pubic bones, and her pussy began to clutch at me, holding me tighter inside her. I felt my cock stiffen even harder, realizing what I was doing to her. I was massaging her clitoris with every downward motion. Mom enjoyed the extra stimulation. She wrapped her legs around my back, even as I pumped her. Her hips started moving to meet mine and every motion drove my penis deeper into her body. She clutched me tight. Her body started vibrating and shaking beneath mine. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples against mine. She reached her hands over our bodies and clutched my ass cheeks, pulling me into her with each stroke. Mom was really writhing under me now. Her motions became almost violent. I felt that she would throw me off but her arms held me tight. I could feel her muscles vibrate and tense and her legs start to stiffen. Time seemed to stop. Mom's body became my entire universe. All I could think about was fucking, fucking, fucking her. She drew me, body and soul, into her vagina. She was rising, rising to a peak. Every muscle in her body contracted at the same time. I could feel the earthquake of Mom's massive climax. But we didn't stop fucking. She continued to move her hips even after she came. Her hands and legs kept pulling me in and out of her for several minutes after she orgasmed. Mom looked full in my eyes. Both love and gratitude were in her gaze. She held me close with her arms and legs. He thighs encircled my waist and her calves beat a tattoo on my back. I liked having Mom wrap her strong legs around me. It was like being encased in her flesh. Mom and I continued slowly fucking for the better part of an hour. My endurance surprised Eva and it even surprised me. As we fucked, Mom started talking. "Thank you for loving me David. I want you so much. I really need it. I'm glad you are making it last. I want it to go on forever. You know how to use me. I adore being used by you. Fuck me darling. Fuck me." Mom lay beneath me, her welcoming body slowly rising to match my thrusts. "I'm so tired darling but I know that I am going to cum again. Just keep fucking me. Don't stop. Eva dear, play with my tits while David fucks me. You know how I like it." Eva reached in and started massaging Mom's breasts. They seemed to have grown even larger and fuller than I had ever seen them. I was almost as if she was willing milk to fill them again. But, of course it didn't happen. Then as if someone had flipped a carnal switch Mom started moving much faster and far more aggressively. Her legs squeezed my body tighter. Her cunt clutched my cock. "Yes David. It's going to happen again. I'm going to come again. David, you are making me cum. I love it. I'm going to have a super orgasm. A really super orgasm. Give it to me. Really give it to me. Fuck me as hard as you can. Hold me tighter. Fuck me harder. Eva bite my tits. Really bite them hard. I can feel it happening." As Mom talked I could sense my body responding. It was almost as if I had no will of my own. I drove into her as hard as I could. Harder, faster. It was like climbing a Mount Everest of sex. Mom screamed "I'M GOING TO CUM. MY CUNT IS EXPLODING. I'M HAVING AN ORGASM. IT'S THE BIGGEST. THE BEST. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMMMING!" Mom and I exploded in simultaneous orgasms. I've never come like that before. Everything inside me literally flowed into Mom. We all collapsed on the bed. Mom fell asleep right away. After some minutes Eva and I arose, got dressed. We made sure Mom was comfortable before we left. We never saw Mom alive again. The next morning I got a call from the hospital telling me that Mom had passed away. The cleaning maid came in the morning and found her unresponsive, a smile on her face, and one of Eva's gift vibrators still buzzing in her cunt. The maid called the ambulance but Mom couldn't be revived. The pathologist who conducted the autopsy told me that it was a miracle that Mom survived so long after her original diagnosis. He said that the cancer had metastasized and her entire brain was riddled with cancer lumps. He felt that it was a wonder that she could still walk and talk before the end. He concluded that she must have had a powerful reason for living. Jane, Eva, and I mourned Mom in a small funeral. The three of us arrived early. Mom's coffin was open. She was 47 years old but she looked like a woman in her early 30s. It was not undertaker's artifice. That's the way she really looked. Clean living, daily exercise, and good genetics had preserved her youthful appearance. Eva, Jane and I clutched each other and cried. We decided that it would be better to close the coffin before the rest of the mourners arrived. The memorial service was attended by some former colleagues of Dad, Mom's coworkers at the fitness center, and surprisingly, Dean of Students Scotia. She had a tear in her eye too. That should have been the end of the story, but it wasn't. Eva and I had no real reason to get together any more. Still I found that I was calling her frequently and she, me. We had bonded when we were mutually pleasuring Mom and frankly we missed each other's company. I suspect that she also missed my cock and I knew that I missed her tits and cunt. I liked Eva a lot. We played nicely together. About a month after Mom's death we arranged a dinner meeting at Eva's apartment to talk over the disposition of Mom's considerable estate. There were lawyer's forms to sign, we had to agree on a time for a will probate, and decide what we would do with Mom's stock portfolio. But what we really did was end up fucking like bunnies. Eva and I needed each other like Mom needed the two of us. Our mutual desire had turned into love. That evening, in the middle of fucking Eva, I did a very impulsive thing. Far more kinky than anything I had ever done to Mom. I proposed to Eva. She laughed, then drove her cunt down so hard on my cock that it almost hurt. "I thought you would never ask," said Eva. "I wasn't going to let you go home until you made an honest woman of me." She stopped my protest with a kiss. Siblings getting married was no easy task, even if they were adoptive siblings. Most states wouldn't allow members of the same family to wed even if there was no blood relationship. We certainly couldn't do it in Boston. And if we did somehow manage to get married here it would cause embarrassment and confusion amongst our friends. There was an out. We could get married in one of the more enlightened European countries, France for example, or perhaps Sweden. Eva used Mom's maiden name as her broadcasting nom d' plume and that's what would appear on the marriage license. I had an offer of a residency in a hospital in Atlanta. I would accept that. Eva's broadcasting credentials would assure her of a position at an Atlanta TV station or at CNN. So that's what we did. Eva realized her dream. She got her brother and husband, the same person, to love her every night. Mom had taught her most of the whorehouse tricks of pleasing a man and she certainly pleased me. Soon she had our babies hanging off her tits like grapes on a vine. Life was good. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 74