Date: Sat, 02 Sep 2000 00:19:21 -0400 From: Jim Stanley Subject: Juvenile Sexuality by Jim Stanley Juvenile Sexuality by Jim Stanley Chapter 1 Its Beginnings "He's a love child." These words of my mother to our next-door neighbor were my first introduction to sexuality. I was nine at the time, just coming into sexual awareness and I wondered what those words meant. I had an inkling, but I wasn't sure. I sought out my older next-door neighbor and asked him the meaning of these words. Red was quick with his answer. "It means," he said, "that your mother and father had sex at a late date in their life and you were the result." Thinking about it, my mother was 48 when I was born and my father, 52. At age nine, my mother was 57 and my father 61. As I said, my sexual awareness was beginning to manifest itself at 9. This new bit of information piqued my interest even more. I began to observe my mother and father. I began to listen in the long nights to the whispers and moans emanating from their bedroom. Once, feeling ill, I walked into their bedroom and saw my father atop my mother. I was still able to convince them of my need to sleep with them and, at these times, snuggled in the middle of their warm bodies, I became aware of the smells and sensations of warm bodies. I felt the outline of my mother's body pressed against me. I looked beneath the covers for signs of sexuality, noting, for example, the outline of my father's cock pressed hard in his underwear. Sometimes I was rewarded with a view of his cockhead oozing from the leg portion of his boxer shorts. Once, his boxer shorts were open and I visited with his hard cock, watching it stand upright, throbbing. My mother's nightie was another temptation. Often, in the restlessness of sleep, she would raise her legs, forcing the bottom of the nightie above her hips, exposing her vagina. I watched intently as her breathing moved her vaginal walls and exposed the wetness of the inner labia. Once, startled by a dream, I crawled into their bed on my father's side and slept. During the night, movement woke me and I lay, hardly breathing, sensing the movement of my father's hips towards my mother. I was aware that he had his hard cock in her but could not see the action of its movement in and out. My stillness paid off. At one point, I heard him whisper that I was in a deep sleep and that they could proceed with abandon. I watched him remove his boxer shorts and, she, her nightie. For a 62 year old, he was physically fit and, from my vantage point, had a 6 to 7 inch cock, well formed and uncut. He rose over her and inserted his cock into her mouth. The silhouette of his hard, wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth was plainly evident. Several minutes passed. While he fucked her mouth with his hard cock, I could see her right index finger probing her cunt, her legs raised in a V, her toes curled sensuously upward. More whispers and then they reversed their positions. His head now turned to her vagina while his cock still fucked her mouth. I could see his tongue flicker in and out of her cunt while the rest of his body kept its rhythmic fucking of her mouth. I sensed their passions increasing. His and her tongue searched each other's assholes and their passions increased, almost with abandon, ignoring the fact that I was in bed with them. At one point I heard my mother ask if I were asleep or not. My father's reply was muffled but I understood him to say, "Don't worry. He's deep asleep. And even if he isn't, he might learn something from watching us." It satisfied her and back they went to their lovemaking. I sensed that my father might even get some enjoyment out of knowing that I was awake and watching. Their anal lovemaking took over now. He had her kneel on the side of the bed in a doggie position. He slipped out of bed and stood behind her and gently tongued her asshole. Her muffled moans increased in volume, giving way to her passion, neither paying any attention to my presence. Several minutes passed and he stood upright. I could only see my mother in a doggie position, her tits swaying before my face, her ass elevated. I caught a momentary glimpse of Dad's cock as he positioned himself to drive his hard cock into her asshole. They moaned in unison at the penetration. He fucked her this way for several minutes, alternating between deep strokes with his hard cock and withdrawing and sucking her asshole deeply. Their passions intensified. He climbed back into the bed. She lay on her back, her legs upraised. His hard wet cock glistened in the darkness as it penetrated her wet and hot cunt. She begged him to fuck her. He accommodated her wishes by driving his shaft deep into her cunt. The entire bed shook. My head, just one foot from his penetration, watched his hard cock driving into her wet hot cunt. Her moans came first. "Oh my God!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard." It was a moan and a whisper. Then he came. His cock pounded furiously and deeply now. I could see his face above me, grimacing as if in pain, saliva dripping from his mouth, the sound of "Jesus, God, I'm cumming." Then a muffled, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, baby," and silence. Their bodies collapsed atop one another. My cock throughout this viewing was hard and wet and tingling. I heard their erratic snores and boldly moved my hand toward their union of cock and cunt and felt the wetness of their lovemaking. I grasped at it, feeling my father's limp cock still penetrating my mother's cunt. Skimming their love juices, I applied it to my cock and balls. I began the slow up and down movement and within seconds, my hot cock spurt its juices high into the air, soaking my belly, my chest and my face. I tasted my cum. I moved my hand once more toward my father's and mother's love juices and tasted even more. That's all I remember. I slept the rest of the night and woke the next morning to the voice of my mother calling, "Stan, come down for breakfast." Chapter 2 Juvenile Sexuality: Its Continuity I began to notice other things in my parent's behavior. My father, in particular, expressed sensuality. At least, that is what it seemed to me. I was in grade school at the time, perhaps 10 or 11 years of age. One day, for whatever reason, I stayed home from school. My father, too, hadn't gone to work and my mother was away. It seems she went to the store or shopping. I remember being occupied with some things in my room. Suddenly, I was aware of a quiet in the house, a quiet that was strange. I left my room, came down the steps to the kitchen and sensed that my father wasn't anywhere to be found. I came to the pantry and noticed the door to the family room closed. That seemed unusual and I gave it no thought and opened it. There, before me, sat my 62-year-old father naked, sitting in a chair facing the door, legs outstretched, muscles taut in his legs, masturbating. His strong body, the graying hair between his nipples, the gray on his head, and his 6 or 7-inch cock burned itself into my memory. I remember a smile from him; I remember my own arousal; I remember closing the door and returning to my bedroom. I was so excited by this image of my father masturbating that I lay on the bed and, without touching my cock, only envisioning the scene, shot a load into my pants. I remember taking my clothes off, cleaning off and rerunning my recollection of the scene, this time with my cock in hand. I must have come 8 times that morning. Another time, summer, I played and worked in the yard. We had a Victory Garden at the time and my job was to keep the weeds from growing. My Dad was in the yard, too, weaving some baskets. He had on some shorts but, otherwise, was barefooted and bare-chested. My mother was somewhere in the house attending to things of the house. At one point, I caught a glimpse of my father going into the old chicken house that had been turned into a shed. It wasn't more than 20 feet from me. He closed the door. I thought that was odd. Inquisitive, I walked over and opened the door. There sat my father with his shorts down to his ankles, legs outstretched once again, his 6 to 7 inch cock hard, his right hand moving rhythmically up and down his hard cock, his left hand, rubbing his belly and balls. Once again, I closed the door and returned to the yard and the work at hand. I stayed but moments and went to my room and masturbated for the rest of the afternoon. I remember only that my cock was red and sore afterwards. But the intensity of the image remained for the rest of the day and remaining days and years of my life. I fell in love with his cock and body. Once, when I was about 14, I came home around 11:30 P.M. I used the back door, entered the pantry and put on the light in the kitchen. Just off the kitchen was a family room with a sofa. The kitchen light illuminated the room slightly and I noticed that my father was asleep on the sofa. I moved closer and, since it was summer, he slept only with his boxer shorts. My mother was asleep upstairs. A closer look revealed his boxer shorts opened and his flaccid cock in full view. I was fascinated. I devoured that scene of almost total nudity, his gray hair on his head, chest and pubic area. I crept closer and knelt beside him. I drew closer still savoring the manly smells of his body, his crotch, his legs, his feet. Since his snoring was continuous, I assumed he was asleep. I reached out and gently touched his cock and getting no response, I took it in my hand. Flaccid as it was, it felt warm to the touch. His cock twitched a little at my touch, but there was still no movement from my father. So I got still more brazen, wondering what it would feel like if I could put his cock in my mouth. I bent over him and let my tongue slide across the glans. The odor of clean sweat teased my senses. I remember assuming that he jerked off and fell asleep. Emboldened, I took his entire cockhead into my mouth and gently sucked. With that, he woke. I darted up the stairs to my room and stayed quiet for about a half an hour. Then, on the pretext of using the downstairs bathroom, I descended the stairs, went to the bathroom, looked in on my father to note that he had closed his boxer shorts and, I assume, pretended sleep. Nothing was ever said about this episode. About 6 months later, another situation aroused my curiosity with my father's body even more. I remember it well. I came home from school at 3:00 and, as most kids at this age, I moved quickly to the icebox for a bite to eat. My mother stood menacingly between the pantry and the kitchen, which led to the front room. It was an unusual pose, one that I sensed was filled with tension. Her comment was, "Don't go into the front room!" It wasn't a comment; it was an order. But as kids are quick and nimble, I was by her in a moment and into the front room. There on a sofa lay my father and my first cousin, another 60 year old who had just lost his wife, passed out. It was obvious that they had been drinking. Their heads rested on the wall, their legs outstretched and their pants open with their cocks lying softly on their inner thighs. Their naked postures mesmerized me. The gray hairs surrounding my father's cock and balls as well as the gray surrounding my cousins excited me. I remember, in particular, my cousin's enormous cock. Flaccid, it looked to be at least 8 inches long. I heard my mother moan. I realized that I had moved too quickly and that it was an embarrassment for her. I don't remember any repercussions from this and, it seems, all was forgotten. But what remained for me was the ever-present infatuation with my father, his body and his cock. In this latter case, I wondered at what had transpired between the two, my father and my cousin. I wondered what role my mother played in it since she had to be aware of what had occurred. My imagination ran wild from this point on. These scenes would become the raw material for all my future fantasies of sex, which, to this day, I cherish. Chapter 3 Juvenile Sexuality: Other Escapades A week or so later, however, I remember this same first cousin coming to our house for an afternoon visit. I happened to be home from school that day. My mind flashed back to that vision of him and my father passed out on the sofa. I remembered his cock. At rest, it lay at 8 inches. Hard, it must have been all of 10 inches, fat and round, uncircumcised. I remembered his body, slight but firm, gray hair on his head and his pubic area. I remembered, too, that he always seemed to show affection towards me. His entrance made my mother nervous, as I recall. On the other hand, there was warmth in her voice. Bernie, as he was called, realized that I was there and rushed to embrace me. Some pleasantries passed and we sat in the kitchen discussing the events of the day. My mother suggested that I run to the store to get some soda, as my father would be home soon. I took the money and left, promising to return within an hour or so, or at least before Dad came home. I suspected something else was amiss however. I left the house by the west door and moved hurriedly to the east side of the house where I sat under the porch. I let a few minutes pass and crept to the back of the house and peered through the window of the pantry. I couldn't believe my eyes. Bernie and my mother had moved from the pantry into the front room. He had her dress lifted high above her hips, her slightly paunched stomach and her pubic hairs glistening in the afternoon sun. His hand probed, moving between her cunt and her tits. It was evident that she was a willing participant. And I understood why when I saw Bernie unbuckle his pants and drop them to show a 10" hard cock, fat and throbbing, pressing against my mother's belly. She dropped to her knees and took his hard cock deep into her mouth. At the same time, he took off his shirt, raised her dress over her head, dropped his pants, laid her on the sofa, legs upraised and drove his hard 10 inch cock deep into her cunt. I heard only, "This is a lot different from the other day when I couldn't even get it hard." That comment explained the episode on the sofa. I assume she was a participant in that episode. I'm not sure how, but that I left to my imagination. Meanwhile, he fucked her hard. With her legs wrapped around his hips, he drove his cock deeper into her cunt. I heard her moan and then scream. It was over in 5 minutes. They hurriedly dressed and sat at the kitchen table. I ran to the store, got the soda and returned home, on the way, encountering my Dad, returning from work. We walked home together and found Bernie and my mother at the table talking. My father bathed. Bernie and my mother sat at the kitchen table sipping a beer. Dinner was prepared and sitting in the oven. By the time my father had emerged from the bathroom, in shorts, dinner was ready. Bernie, my father, my mother and I sat down to a dinner of cabbage and kielbasa. The atmosphere warmed noticeably during the dinner and my father added to the warmth by opening a bottle of whiskey. An hour or so passed and the evening transited to a game of pinochle, a game I knew nothing of. I excused myself and announced that I was going to a movie. Bernie moved towards me. He put his arm around me affectionately and placed $5 into my hand. "Have a good time, Stas, and leave some of the women for the rest of us," was his awkward comment. Everyone laughed and I left. But I didn't go far. After I reached the corner and dropped out of sight, I cut through the park, over some fences and returned to our backyard, where I could observe the game of pinochle. The drinks flowed freely, thanks to my Dad. A lot of laughing, touching, embracing was in evidence. Since I couldn't hear the conversation, I had to judge their movements and actions. Bernie began to fondle my father's crotch. My mother laughed and, with that, he undid my father's belt and opened his fly. There was more laughter. Then my mother moved toward my Dad, grasping his limp cock, then Bernie's, and muttering something that I could not hear. With that, they all stood, moved up the steps toward the upstairs bedroom. I moved to the rear of the house, climbed on the kerosene tank and lifted myself onto the flat roof. I was but feet away from the window of my parent's bedroom. The light in the house and the darkness outside kept me invisible. I was able to watch them move into the bedroom. My father led the way with my mother sandwiched between him and Bernie. Bernie had his hand up my mother's dress. Once in the bedroom, Bernie began undressing my father. He sat him on the bed, untied his shoes, removed his socks and pants and laid him on the bed. He lingered momentarily at my father's feet, kissing them, taking each of his toes into his mouth. Both Bernie and my mother undressed quickly. Naked, they proceeded to love him. My father lay on his back, his legs raised in a V. His cock throbbed as Bernie sucked. My mother, meanwhile, moved her head between his legs and drove her hot tongue into his asshole. Her crouched position exposed her ample breasts and her cunt. Brown and slightly grayed pubic hairs glistened in the bedroom light, not unnoticed to Bernie. He took time from my Dad's cock to suck on her nipples and insert his tongue deep into her cunt. She moved in response to his thrusts and lay on the bed. My father and Bernie stood above her now, both cocks hard, erect, and dripping with precum. My father spoke first, "Be my guest." Bernie raised himself over my mother's cunt and inserted his hard 10"cock. My father's hand guided it to its font. As Bernie fucked her, my father drove his hard cock into Bernie's ass. It wasn't long. Bernie began the countdown to a fabulous cum and screamed his hot load into my mother. My mother then screamed to my father, "Come on baby, finish it off." My father rose above her and stabbed his hard dick into her hot cunt, already moistened by Bernie's cum, and came quickly, shooting his hot load of cum into her hot, wet cunt. Bernie then turned my father over on his back and sucked him dry, licking his belly and his balls and his cock. They fell into a heap and slept. Several hours later, when I returned, they were seated at the table having another go at pinochle. I pretended innocence and laughed at their jokes and their levity. My father spoke first. Bernie, you can't go home tonight. You have to stay here. You'll sleep with Stas. Bernie smiled and nodded. I pretended innocence and announced that it was time for me to go to bed. I left the group, climbed the stairs to my bedroom. My parents had to climb the same stairs and pass through my bedroom to theirs. I was filled with anticipation over what might happen that night. I undressed, leaving my boxer shorts on. Downstairs, I could hear continued discussion and joviality and that, in a sense, lulled me into a torpor. Soon I was fast asleep. It seemed like hours had passed. I woke and realized that another body was in bed with me. The early thoughts of the evening came to me and I realized it was Bernie. He slept and snored and I explored his naked body, throwing back the covers to observe his nudity. His cock lay dormant. His gray pubic hairs accentuated that dormancy. I whispered into his ear: "Bernie, are you awake." There was no response. I lowered my head over his flaccid, 8" cock and rested. But as I lay there, his cock grew hard. I sucked gently on the glans and balls and asshole and enjoyed the muffled responses of love as I sucked his cock and balls. Bernie's 10" cock responded to the stimulation of my mouth and tongue. I whispered into his ear once more. He responded this time. "Fuck me, Bernie. Please!" I pleaded. "Yes, Stas. I wanted to do this all night." He continued, "First suck my cock and balls a little. Let's not rush into it. We have all night. Besides, I want to do a little sucking, too. And I want your hard cock in my ass." I knelt over him and licked his entire body, beginning with his feet, working my way slowly up his body to his cock, balls and asshole, then to his nipples, his face and lips and then back to his throbbing cock. I sucked it deeply, as deep as my small mouth could. Precum emanated from his hot pisshole and I tasted with glee. His balls and ass were still flavored with the sweat and passion of his earlier escapade with my mother and father. I savored the taste and lingered over the smells of his earlier passion. He was hot and I sensed he was ready to come. He halted my sucking movements and had me lay on my side. With that, he stuck his 10" fat cock into my hot ass and began to fuck. It wasn't an ordinary fuck. He fucked slow, then fast, then slow, then moderate. The nuances of penetration were fabulous; it compared with nothing I had ever experienced. He wasn't through with me yet. He asked me to kneel on the side of the bed, doggie style. He stepped onto the floor, rammed his hot cock into my hot asshole and fucked me hard and unmercifully. The deep penetration of his fat cock massaged my prostate to the point that I could not control my movements. The ecstasy was otherworldly. I could not contain myself and shot hard into my hand, tasting and sharing my cum with Bernie. Bernie pulled out in time to shove his hot cock into my mouth and shoot his hot jism deep into my throat. We both fell on the bed in an embrace, his cock once more entering my hot asshole and we slept until morning. When I awoke late the next morning, Bernie was gone but I could hear his voice downstairs talking to my mother and father. He was on his way home. I savored last night's loving once more. My cock grew hard and I grasped it with both hands and fucked my fist until I shot all over my stomach. I mopped it with several swipes of my hand and tasted the results of my passion. Chapter 4 Juvenile Sexuality: The Teens I was a freshman in high school at the time, about 14. The image of my father lying on the sofa with his cock exposed, asleep, and my first attempt at sucking his cock still burned deeply in my memory. At this point, my father just turned 66. I looked for repeats of that moment often. One night, I came home early, around 11:00 P.M. Normally, I'd come in the front door, through the family room that held the sofa he slept on that first time. It was the noisiest approach I could make, announcing my coming. This particular night, something told me to walk to the back of the house and look through the pantry window. From this location, I could see through the kitchen into the family room. A bathroom light just off the kitchen threw enough light into the family room to be able to see dimly. I could make out the figure of my father, naked on the sofa, toying with his balls and cock. His cock stood at half mast, not quite hard yet. But he seemed to enjoy his massaging as if working up to something more gratifying. I thought this might be my chance. Perhaps, being naked as he was, he was setting the scene for my entrance to see what I might do. My mother was nowhere in sight and I assume she was upstairs, asleep. To test my hypothesis, I chose to come in the front door, the noisiest of the entrances to the house. If he wished to conceal his nakedness, he would still have the option of putting shorts on or going upstairs. I opened the door, closed it gently behind me, making sure to create enough sound for him to hear me coming. I walked normally so he could hear the tread of my feet. I came into the family room, and, in the dimness of the light, I could see that he lay still and totally naked, feigning sleep. A snore or two emanated from his mouth as if to emphasize his sleep posture. I was beside myself with excitement, anticipating what might happen. To make my presence even more noticed, I put on the kitchen light. It flooded the family room obliquely so as to spotlight my father's naked body from the chest down. Only his head remained in a shadow. I really grew excited now. His semi-erect cock was in full view and stood majestically. His hands no longer toyed with his cock and balls but were drawn back over his forehead, covering his eyes. His legs were spread slightly, allowing me a good view of his balls and the crack of his asshole. His feet lay at angles of rest, a picture of a man asleep and at peace. I took my shoes and socks off in the kitchen. I hesitated a moment but then decided to take off my pants and shirt so that I wore only my boxer shorts. My cock was already hard and wet, excited over the prospects at hand. I cleared my throat a couple of times to afford my Dad another chance to waken and clothe or whatever. But he gave no inkling of changing his position or demeanor. I decided to go for it. I tiptoed into the family room, knelt beside him on the sofa and reached out to touch his cock lightly. There was no response except for a slight movement of his penis. I continued to touch his cock lightly and the response became more noticeable. His cock continued to respond to my touches until it stood erect and hard, all seven inches. His balls pulsed as his cock throbbed. I took his cock into my right hand and enjoyed its firmness, noticing, at the same time, the beginnings of pre-cum juices emanating from his hot pisshole. I dared to put my tongue on his cockhead and taste the beginnings of his passion. Still there was no response from my father. I decided to throw caution to the wind. I positioned myself so as to be able to lick his balls. His legs moved slightly, but only to open wider, allowing me to put my head in his crotch and lick his balls and the top of the crack leading to his asshole. I detected a slight whimper or moan from my father, but nothing else. I grasped his balls with my right hand and cupped them. My left hand found the base of his hard cock as my lips found his cockhead. I began to suck gently, my left hand massaging the base of his cock, my right hand kneading his balls gently. To my surprise, my father began to respond. His body moved in synch with the downward thrust of my mouth on his hot cock. The motion became more vigorous and I suspected he was about to come. He shot his hot cum deep into my throat, maintaining his fucking thrusts and moaning openly now. The warm cum spilled into my mouth, in a sense, startling me since I did not expect so much. He seemed to come and come with each thrust. I could only swallow that sweet hot cum and gently rest my head on his crotch. His passion subsided, too. But he continued with his pretense and eventually snored unabatedly, a signal of his satisfaction and peace. I decided to withdraw and maintain the pretense. But by now, my excitement was beyond bounds. My cock throbbed with excitement and wept openly its joy juices. My shorts were completely saturated with my precum. Removing my shorts, I sat naked on a reclining chair to the left of the sofa so that I could view my father's nakedness and masturbated. It didn't take long. I shot a hot stream of cum onto my stomach and chest and lay there momentarily enjoying the moment of peace shared by my father and me. With that, still naked, I went upstairs to my room and slept soundly the rest of the night. Sometime during the early morning hours, I heard my father pass through my room to his room and climb in bed with my mother. But on his pass through my room, I detected a long pause. My mind pursued the notion of him taking my cock in hand and bringing me to an orgasm. That thought stimulated my cock to an erection. And as I lay in my shorts, my cock hard but concealed, I tried to imagine my father's excitement watching the movements and contours of my body, especially my hard and throbbing cock. Chapter 5 Juvenile Sexuality: The Teens and Beyond The pretense continued with my father. Weeks and months passed and we continued to have sex under the guise of sleep. Variations in the theme always occurred. For one, I now began to strip naked. Sometimes, his right arm dangled off the sofa and I allowed my hard cock to touch the inner palm of his hand. I let my cock brush his arm and the back his hand. I sometime massaged his feet with my cock as I knelt over him. One particular time, I was particularly horny. His throbbing cock stood erect and tempting to my asshole. Previous to this, I wasn't sure if that kind of penetration would startle him, or wake him even though I was sure he was totally cognizant of what was going on. But this time, the horniness got the best of me. I stood on the sofa, my legs spread-eagled over his lower body facing him and lowered myself down in a haunch, as a catcher would in baseball. I greased my hot asshole and his cock with spit and let his throbbing and hard cock slide into my passion filled hole. Being young, I was able to ride his cock in this position with ease. My downward thrust of my asshole was met by the upward thrust of my Dad's waist. The penetration was deep and intense, my prostate ecstatic over the rhythmic massage of my Dad's hard, 7-inch cock. He moaned in this encounter and I sensed his proximate cumming. Then I felt his warm cum spurt into my hot asshole. That was all I could take and my cock involuntarily shot all over his chest, some reaching his chin and neck. I lifted my drenched and hot asshole from his still throbbing cock, knelt over him and licked my cum from his stomach, chest, chin and cock. He still did not respond. I rose from the sofa drenched with sweat and passion and went to my room, still excited over this night's session. I lay in bed, my finger probing my asshole to taste my Dad's cum and masturbated once more. I wasn't long before I shot another hot load all over my stomach. I wiped it up with my hand and ate hungrily. Then I slept. Late the next morning, my father's hand shook me awake. "Stan, Stan, wake up. I'm taking a walk down to the bay in about an hour and wondered if you'd like to accompany me." "Yeh, Dad, sure. I'd love to go and I'll be ready shortly," I replied, at the same time aware of my hard cock pressing out in my boxer shorts. I could see his eyes responding to my bulge and he smiled knowingly, turned and went downstairs. I was up and in the shower in seconds, wondering what the day would bring. The bay is the Taritan Bay, which forms a part of New York harbor. Besides having a beach, there is a long stretch that runs along the railroad tracks completely isolated from the world. Its isolation is its charm. There is an area of this expanse that we referred to as "bare ass beach." All the kids from town swam here in the nude. When we've walked here in the past, my father always let me swim with my shorts on. I always wanted him to come into the water, too, but he never did. This time I hoped that would change. Anyway, we got started on our walk to the bay. It took about 1/2 an hour to get there. The tide was beginning to come in but it was still possible to walk along the beach. When we got to the nude beach area, there was no one around. My father spoke first, "Would you like to go for a swim?" I jumped at the chance and asked, "Can I go in with no clothes on?" He laughed and replied, "Of course!" I pursued it further. "Would you come in with me, Dad?" I asked. "I think I will," he answered and began to disrobe along with me. First, he took off his shoes and socks. His slender feet felt the moist sand and curled to the touch of the cool dampness. Next, he removed his shirt. Dad had very fine hair so that it was difficult to notice. However, a noticeable crop of black, graying hair was in evidence between his nipples. He had worked hard all his life and his body remained somewhat trim except for a slight developing stomach that appeared in his late sixties. He was 66 now. Then he dropped his pants along with his underwear and neatly folded them and placed them on a high rock in case the tide came in too far. I stared, embarrassingly, at his flaccid cock, fringed with gray, his balls swaying with each movement of his body. I imagined loving that cock and balls. As he bent over to pick up his shoes, his asshole opened wide for me. It begged me to love it. I was beside myself with excitement. My cock didn't get hard, but it began to drip and I was afraid he would notice. This was the first time I had seen my father totally naked in a standup position. Being outdoors accentuated my excitement and I felt my cock begin to swell. I turned and headed for the water, calling out for my father to follow me. Once in the water, I watched him wade toward me, his slightly swollen 7inch dick swaying in the breeze, his ball sack hanging low. He took my hand and we waded into the deeper water, the tide getting higher by the moment. Once we reached a depth where the water was up to my chest, we stopped and began to doggie paddle around. I complained about the water being cool and he put his arms around my waist gently and pressed his body to me and said, "Once your body adjusts, you'll be fine. Meanwhile, let me hold you close until you do." My back was to him and I felt his cock press against me. I could feel it growing as he held me and I, too, began to harden. My cock and balls began to feel as if they would explode. I had to do something. I freed myself from his embrace and dove under the water to catch a glimpse of my father's cock. I remember asking him to open his legs wide so that I could swim through them. He obliged and, diving, I swam through his legs. His cock stood straight out as I swam through his legs. I dove again to return from the backside and made a point of brushing my face against his balls as I went through. I kept doing this, each time looking for a newer angle of his hot and hard cock. Then he reciprocated. He asked me to stand still as he dove through my legs. On the third approach, his head stayed between my legs and he lifted me onto his shoulders and raised me out of the water. We waded this way, my hard cock now in full view and pressed against the back of his head. He couldn't see my cock, but, I'm sure, could feel its pulsing. My balls felt warm nestled on the nape of his neck. I couldn't contain my excitement and my cock shot its hot load into the air, most of it landing on my stomach and some on his head. He must have known that something had happened and dunked his head once or twice with me still on his shoulders. I could feel, too, his right arm muscle moving and tensing beneath the water. As he held me on his shoulders with his left hand, his right hand provided the relief he needed for his hard cock. I felt his body shudder as he came, and, looking down, I could see the white strands of his hot cum rising to the surface around his submerged body. We played some more and then, lifting me off his shoulders, we returned to the rocks and beach. By now the tide had reached the rocks and we had to climb onto them to dress. He took pains to dry me with his underwear, wiping my back and ass as well as my cock and balls. This was the first time, in my memory, that I knowingly felt my father's hand gently touching my cock and balls. I felt a slight twinge at this and worried that my cock would rise once more. But he stopped his drying and we dressed and proceeded on our way. I told him how much I enjoyed the swim and we continued to talk and banter as usual. Our return to home took us in another direction through the woods. The walk home through the woods was more exciting than ever this time. I had come this way many times myself. I had my special isolated spots where I could take all my clothes off and jerk off and fantasize without being seen. I wondered at the route my father would take. There was a hobo camp not too far from where we walked and we headed in that direction. When we got there, a few hobos camped and my father went up to one of them. The man offered us a cup of coffee from his tin can coffee pot and we sat around and talked about where he'd been and where he hoped to go. A half hour passed, we thanked him for the coffee and continued. About a 1/2 mile into the woods, my father asked me if I needed to go to the bathroom. At the moment, I didn't feel a need. He said he had to go. Nearby was a stagnant stream and my father dropped his pants facing me, squatted, and waited for something to happen. I watched and took a curious interest in his urination and defecation. His nicely formed uncut cock hung between his legs and I thought back to the night before when its hard 7" shot its hot load into my ass. I remember the golden hue of his urine coming from his pisshole. It got me excited seeing it. From behind, I could make out a large tird coming out of his asshole. This too excited me. I then realized why he chose this spot along the stream and saw that he washed his asshole and cock with the water from the stream. He gave particular attention to his asshole, inserting his wet fingers, at least three, into his asshole. He washed long and thoroughly, inserting his fingers and spreading his asshole as wide as he could. His cock grew somewhat during this cleansing and I grew excited as well. Before he finished, I said, "Dad, maybe I should try to go too." His comment was, "Then by all means come here and do it." I squatted near him and he watched. First, some piss came out, then, with a little squeezing, a small tird came out." I said I was finished and he remarked, "Let me show you how to clean up." I squatted over the stream as he had and I felt him splash some of the warm water on my asshole and balls. In the same movement, his hand and fingers gently massaged my asshole. It was a playful washing and one that I thoroughly enjoyed. Then, gradually, he inserted his finger then fingers deeper into my asshole and washed. At one point, his finger probed my prostate and I felt my cock jump. Then he wet my cock and my cock grew even bigger. He noticed my embarrassment and said, "You should always keep yourself clean this way. It will not only make you feel good now but later. Also, Stan, that's a nice penis you have there." That's all he said. But he dried me with his underwear which he omitted putting on after our swim. Then we continued on. The trek through the woods was enjoyable but, at one point, my father asked if I were tired. "A little," I responded. "Then let's take a rest beyond those trees," he added. The trees ran up to an escarpment. At the edge, the land dropped off and one overlooked a small dale. A grassy plot bordered this edge and it made a fine place to rest, shaded, secluded, and peaceful. "Let's take off our shoes and socks and rest our feet for a while," he suggested. The suggestion was like a dream since I always admired my father's feet and loved to fondle them. "Let me rub your feet Dad," I asked. I lay diagonally across his feet so that he could rest them on my crotch where I could rub them and fondle them. He acquiesced to this commenting, "That would be nice." He unbuckled his pants around his waist so that he could breathe easier and closed his eyes as I began rubbing his feet and calves. I was in ecstasy. The more I fondled his feet and calves, the harder I got. My cock screamed for release. In the meantime, my father began to snore. The walk, the swim, and further trekking through the woods took its toll in this serene setting. On the other hand, I pondered the possibility of his pretending. And as I continued with my massage, I moved my hands from his feet, to his calves to his thighs. I went as far as I could go, remembering that he wore no underwear. I could just barely reach his cockhead. I concentrated on his feet for a bit. I licked the soles of his feet, tasting the salinity of the walk and the saltwater swim. I took each of his toes into my mouth and gently sucked. I moved my tongue along his calves and back down to his feet and toes. But since he continued to snore, I grew bolder and opened his fly. His hairy paunch and cock and balls lay before me now. I slipped from under his feet and knelt over him, taking his soft cock into my hot mouth. It grew quickly into its hard 7 inches and I sucked deliriously. I unloosed my cock from my pants as I did so and continued my deep sucking. I felt my Dad's balls begin to twitch and tighten and I assumed that he was ready to cum. I sucked him deep as he shot his hot load into the back of my throat. I lingered awhile and sucked him dry. My cock, meanwhile, stood hard, hurting. It demanded attention. I lay next to my Dad, savoring the view of his cock and balls, and jerked a few times. It didn't take much. I shot my load high into the air, some of it landing on my father's naked feet. I licked his feet clean, closed his fly and mine, and continued with my massage of his feet. Twenty minutes or so passed and he woke. "I must have fallen asleep. But it sure felt good. The foot massage must have done it," he commented. He rose and hugged me closely and said, "Thanks. I love you very much." He had me lay back while he put my shoes and socks back on, not before he massaged my feet for a good ten minutes or so. Then we returned home. Chapter 6 Bernie My contacts with Bernie were sporadic after our first tryst in my bed. This was not because either of us didn't want it, but because circumstances were never favorable. Once, soon after we partied, I stopped at his house on my way home from school. The school was only a block away from Bernie's house. That made it very convenient. For Bernie, it was unexpected. Bernie met me at the door with a towel around his waist. "How convenient," I thought. He was delighted to see me, and, as usual, launched into the affectionate embraces for which he came to be known. "Come in Stas. It's so good to see you. Come in. Come in," he kept repeating. "I've been working in the yard all day and I was just about to take a shower, but that can wait a few minutes," he added. "Let's sit on the sofa and talk a bit." As soon as I sat, he began to kiss me. This was a new experience, one that I had never had. His kisses were gentle, at first. Then they became more passionate, his tongue darting into my mouth, his hands simultaneously massaging my breasts, my back, my face, and my cock and balls. My body reacted with passion to this attention. My cock rose immediately and the fluids in my body worked their magic. I caught my breath and responded as best I knew. His towel came loose in the excitement and there stood his magnificent 10 inch cock, hard, throbbing, wet with excitement. The odor of sex and yard work oozed from his pores, another sensual delight that I noticed for the first time. It was a clean smell as well as a sensual smell. My only desire was to lick him all over and taste his sexuality. The fact that he hadn't taken his shower yet accentuated my lust. My cock stood hard and dripping. He moved from my mouth to my cock and balls to taste. I reciprocated and moved to his hard cock, balls, and asshole. The odor of his manhood was pungent here and I dove into his crotch with my face, mouth, and tongue. I savored those stimulating smells and tasted the saltiness of his crotch, especially his cock and asshole. Bernie paused in his exploration of my cock and balls and asked, "Do you have to pee?" "A strange question," I thought, but answered, "Yes, I think I do, now that you mentioned it." "Pee on me," he whispered passionately. "That's a new one," I thought, and added, "Here?" "No," he answered. "Let's go into the bathroom and I'll get in the tub. I want you to piss all over me, my face, my mouth, my chest, my cock and balls. Will that offend you?" he added. "No, Bernie, but it's a new experience for me," I said. Naked, we stepped into the tub. Bernie lay on the bottom of the tub, facing me. He instructed me to stand over him and piss on his face, in his mouth and all over him. Seeing his body below me, his legs spread wide, his cock hard, his mouth open, awaiting my piss, heightened my excitement. His thin body and gray hairy chest and paunch unleashed a new sensuous feeling of wanting to please. I pissed hard, the piss of youth, and long. Bernie writhed in delight and his excitement infected me. He massaged his body with my hot piss, drank, and tasted. When finished, I lay on his body and tasted my urine, licking his face, his mouth, his nipples, and, especially, his cock, balls, and asshole which were drenched in my golden piss. And then we kissed again, deep, savoring the taste of my urine. I put my cock in Bernie's mouth and emptied the last drops. He drank, moaning his delight to me. We lay this way for a long time until Bernie whispered into my ear, "Beautiful Stas. Now let's shower and have some real fun." The shower was divine. First, he allowed me to lather him. I began with his back and moved down to his ass and balls, allowing my fingers to gently prod his relaxed asshole. Then I moved down his thighs and his calves to his feet. I washed his feet tenderly, taking pains to wash and massage each of his toes. Then I turned him around, facing me. I lathered his breasts and stomach, working my way down to his cock and balls. Here I lathered lovingly and long, particularly enjoying the firmness of Bernie's hard cock, 10 inches of absolute uncut beauty. Passion overcame me and I turned off the water, bent over, and had Bernie thrust his hardness into my hot asshole. He obliged readily and fucked me forcefully, my ass responding by swallowing his hard cock. After a few minutes, he withdrew commenting, "Stas, let's get in bed and finish it off there." I agreed and we rinsed, toweled dry and headed for the bedroom. Bernie took the initiative here. He had me lay on my back with my hard cock at full mast. He straddled my waist facing me and lowered his relaxed and receptive asshole onto my cock. My thrust met his as my cock penetrated deep into his ass. We kissed as we fucked. My youth and inexperience could not bear this lovemaking and in minutes I shot my hot load into his ass. I screamed in loving agony at this coming, the intensity overcoming me. Bernie climbed off my cock. He turned and sucked the rest of my cum from my wet and still hard cock and presented his asshole to my face. I sucked it deeply, tasting my own cum at the opening of his hot hole. We continued this way for several minutes, my sucking alternating between his asshole and his cock and balls which hung over my face deliciously. Bernie's passion took over now and he fucked my mouth hard as he sucked my still hard cock. It wasn't long before his hot cum shot deep into my throat and I heard Bernie's groans of love emanating from the depths of his testicles. "Oh! Stas!!! Suck my hot cum! Take it all! It's all for you. Suck it! Love my hot cock! Take it all!!!!" he ordered. I drank his hot cum until his pisshole went dry. We fell on our sides, still sucking one another's cocks and rested. We lay this way until our cocks grew flaccid and continued to lay together another half hour, always tasting, licking, sucking the crevices offered to our faces, our cocks, our balls, our assholes, and our salty sweat. We dozed momentarily in this position until I woke Bernie, saying, "I've got to get home. Mom will be wondering where I've been. I will tell her that I ran into you and visited for awhile. Will that be OK, Bernie?" "Certainly it will be OK. It's the truth, isn't it?" he added. With that, I dressed, bid him 'Goodbye' and left, still savoring the ecstasy of that afternoon and already anticipating other such encounters. Chapter 7 Other Familial Experiences Bernie had been and would become a large part of our family over the years. While his wife lived, our families were so close as to ask my mother to be godmother to their daughter and my father to be godfather to one of their sons. That closeness, obviously, continued, since I knew, first hand, that they had sex together. I saw Bernie and my father fucking my mother. Variations on this theme happened from time to time and these added fuel to my sexual fantasies about my parents, and especially my father. One day, after my father left for work, I noticed my mother being most attentive to her cleanliness. I left soon after that for school. However, after being in school for less than an hour, we were dismissed because of difficulties with the boilers. It was about 9 A.M., I remember, and the walk home was short. As I came in the drive, I remembered my mother's attention to hygiene earlier and decided to enter the house through the back door quietly. Everything was very quiet. But when I entered the kitchen, I noticed a man's coat on the chair. It was Bernie's. I tiptoed to the door leading to the upstairs bedroom and heard muffled sounds coming from my parent's bedroom. Ours was an old two family house that we converted to one. I backtracked into the pantry, went through the living room, and climbed the stairs to another two bedrooms that stood adjacent to my parent's. I crawled along the floors of those bedrooms until I was near the door leading to my parent's room. As I neared, the muffled sounds became clearer. Groans and moans emanated from the bed instead of words. The door was partly open and I stood to get a better look into the bedroom. The sight was magnificent. My mother and Bernie lay totally naked in a 69 position, he enjoying her cunt and asshole with his tongue, she, with her mouth engorged with Bernie's huge 10 inch cock. They continued this way for what seemed a long time. Then I heard Bernie mumble something after which the springs creaked and my mother straddled Bernie's waist, facing him, sitting full on his hard throbbing cock. Her upper body bowed down to meet Bernie's chest and their lips engaged. Bernie's hot cock was fully visible now, arching sensually into her cunt, their hips thrusting to meet to gain a deeper penetration. His cock looked majestic in the light coming through the bedroom window. The vaginal lubrication made it shine and glow, enhancing its beauty even more. Judging from the moans of my mother, her cunt also luxuriated in the deep penetrations of Bernie's cock. Her vaginal walls were spread wide and the juices trickled down Bernie's cock onto his gray pubic hairs. My mother began to moan loudly now, evidence of her imminent orgasm. Bernie's thrusts went faster and deeper as if to accommodate her ecstasy. She exploded, not once or twice, but over a long period, a duration of perhaps five minutes. Afterwards, Bernie had her lay on her back and positioned his cock over her mouth while his face and tongue dove deeply into her cunt, sucking up the abundant juices that flowed. It was complete animal sex at this point, Bernie totally engrossed in her cunt, its crevices, her asshole. His excitement was infectious and, soon after her orgasm, she begged for his cock in her asshole. She lay on her side while he rammed his hot wet cock deep into her asshole. Their movements synchronized, each thrust meeting the others. Bernie's passion now increased and he moaned with abandon. Their moans meshed as one now as Bernie drove his cock hard into her receptive asshole. Just as he was to shoot his hot load, he pulled out of her, straddled her chest, and shot his huge hot load into her face, her eyes, her mouth, her breasts. Then he bowed down and licked her entire body, cleansing her face, eyes, mouth and breasts with his tongue, sucking up his hot juices. Still straddling her, but now over her feet and ankles, he rested his head on her hot vagina and warm pubic hairs and, it seemed, dozed. Neither said a word for the next 15 minutes. There were sighs and other quieter moans during this respite. But neither spoke. From where I stood, I had a good view of Bernie's asshole, balls and cock. I could see some additional cum oozing from his cock as it hung pendantly a foot or two from my eyes. I wanted desperately to catch those last oozings with my tongue but dared not move. At last, he moved to her side and they embraced, his left leg resting in her crotch, tight against her cunt and rested. Still not much was said. An occasional, "Beautiful," or "Wonderful," or "Magnificent," was uttered. But nothing else interrupted this reverie. My cock ached at this point but I dared not move or breathe, my proximity to them being so close. My underwear and pants, however, were wet and I assumed that I had cum in my pants. I grew fearful that they would soon get up and I would have to make some sort of move. But until they gave some evidence of moving, I stood my ground. My legs ached now and I moved slightly to adjust myself. A bone in my knee must have clicked. I held my breath. I heard Bernie whisper something to my mother, several words of which I could make out, "...have a visitor." She responded with a quizzical "Mmmmm?" The quiet continued for another five minutes. My mother moved first. She motioned to Bernie to lie still on his back while she slid down to his genital area, positioning her feet, cunt and asshole towards me. Her head, face and lips, however, made tender love to Bernie's flaccid cock. She loved vigorously. Bernie's legs were in a V position with my mother's head under his left leg, her mouth, lips, and tongue probing his genitals. Nothing was left unloved. The base of his cock, his balls, the crevices between his balls and thigh, the area between his balls and his asshole, and his asshole as well. It was a passioned loving. Her body lay on its left side, her tits, vagina and feet facing me. I had a marvelous view of the inner labia of her cunt. Her entire lower body convulsed in her loving. It seemed that she were putting a show on for me. So close were her cunt hairs to me that I could, if I wanted to, reach out and caress them. Her asshole, exposed, twitched its sphincter for my viewing. Bernie lay still during this loving, acknowledging with moans his enjoyment. Bernie's cock responded to this loving with a rigid, throbbing hard on. Every vein in his cock gave testament to his arousal. My mother rose from her prone position, straddled Bernie's waist with her back to him and inserted his hard cock into her hot cunt. Kneeling, her body facing me, she rode his hard cock slowly, savoring the rigidity as it pressed on her inner labia and clitoris. As she rode his cock, she massaged her ample tits, giving special attention to the nipples. Seeing her frontally, watching Bernie's 10 inch slide its length in her vagina, seeing that hard cock glistening as it appeared and disappeared into her hot and wet vagina was more than I could bear. I dropped my pants and took my throbbing cock into my hand and stroked as she rode that cock in utter joy. I stroked with abandon, not caring where my hot cum would spurt. Her joy and movements peaked at that moment as did Bernie's. I heard him say, "Sweetheart, I'm coming." She moaned her agreement, evidence that her climax was at hand as well. "Come in me Bernie. Shoot that hot load. Here I come too. Ohhhhhh baby," she screamed. Bernie's moans were louder. And with that, I let my hot load spurt from my hot, throbbing cock. I moaned in unison with Bernie as the white cum spurted from my cock, landing at the foot of the bed. If my mother were looking down, she would have seen my hot spunk fly and land. After she came, she twisted around and lay on Bernie's chest, his cock still penetrating her wet and dripping cunt. Her puckered asshole winked and acknowledged the passion that had just transpired. They lay quietly in this embrace and dozed. I decided that it would be a good time for me to move away and downstairs. I left the house quietly and headed for the candy store and the park. After an hour, I returned home to find Bernie and my Mom having a cup of tea. I explained why I was home early from school and joined them in their repast. Chapter 8 My Mother That she was a loving mother, I knew. She loved me dearly as she did my father. I felt that love in every way, her caring when I was ill, her solicitousness when I seemed down, her joy when I was happy. I needed nothing in this caring, my needs being amply provided. I knew also that she was a sexually passionate woman. My father, apparently, knew that too and catered to that passion with his own. They were a couple made for one another sexually and emotionally. In short, they both loved sex. Over time, I came to understand and appreciate this. In my younger days, when I was nine or so, I would often take a nap with my mother. This happened only if I were home, absent from school. Sometime during the day, my mother would ask, "Are you tired? Why don't we take a nap together." I didn't hesitate to accede to her wishes. We would go upstairs to her bedroom and lie together, she, in her slip, I, in my underwear. In these moments, sleep was the last thing I wanted. I watched and took in every nuance of this setting. Often, while sleeping, she would roll and move. Her legs, in particular, would raise into a V position. Assuming she were asleep, perhaps a naivete on my part, I would slide down towards that V. I was always rewarded with a frontal view of her vagina, sometimes still, sometimes twitching. It always looked moist and wet. In these early years, she would often call me her man. On special occasions, marriages, family gatherings, she would call on me to tighten the strings of her corset. She would stand in the bedroom in her bra and panties and let me pull the strings of her corset tight. I would often get a glimpse of her cunt hairs protruding from the sides of her panties. Sometimes, I could detect a bit of wetness emanating from her vagina, manifesting itself on the front of her panties. When I grew into my thirteens or so, other things began to happen. If I were home from school and she suggested a nap, new patterns emerged. We napped as usual, her movements and exposure still apparent. What was new, however, was my arousal. I was no longer happy to remain a passive observer. When I slid down to get a better view of her vagina, I also began to experiment with touch. Once, for example, my head reversed into a 69 position, I braved moving my hand toward her vagina as her legs remained upright in that V position. My fingers gently probed her wetness, taking care not to wake her. Inevitably, I was rewarded with a taste of her wet cunt juices. My fingers would touch and retract to my mouth to suck deeply. Another time, I saw her slip raised above her hips. She had her back to me and I took in the fullness of her asshole and vagina. My cock hard, I inched closer to those love crevices and probed gently. My cockhead could slightly penetrate her asshole on some occasions. If I slid lower, my cockhead could just barely enter her labia and sense the wetness that lay inside. Often, I would simply position my head close to her cunt and asshole and smell her passion. Sometimes, when feeling bolder, I would insert my tongue and taste the juices of her asshole and cunt. These actions would always elicit a moan from my mother, but nothing else. Once, when I was fifteen, my mother complained about a pain in her back. She called me her man and asked, "Can my man rub my back with some oil?" "Of course," I replied without any hesitancy. We went to the bedroom as usual. This time, she went to the bathroom first and, after a minute or two, emerged with a large towel draped around her breasts and ass. She lay on the bed, and, with a sleight of hand movement, removed the towel. She lay naked, her back and ass in full view. She instructed me to apply the oil to her back and legs and rub gently but firmly. I began with her shoulders. I applied a little oil and began the massage in a firm and circular motion, moving along the shoulder blades and down the spine to the top of her asshole. I lingered long here, wondering whether I should go beyond this. My wonderment ceased when she told me to continue the massage on her ass and her legs. With her legs spread wide, her labia and gray hairs opened up before me. They glistened in the dim bedroom light from the wet juices that emanated from her hot cunt. My massage of her ass was more of a kneading, spreading her cheeks, allowing my hands and fingers to probe the asshole that presented itself each time I kneaded. I allowed my thumb to occasionally penetrate her asshole, mainly to provoke some reaction. No reaction forthcoming, I probed deeper. As my hands moved down her legs, I let my fingers move freely near her vagina and labia. Over and over, I would return to her cunt and penetrate her inner recesses deeper and deeper. At one point, four of my fingers toyed gently with her cunt and clitoris and her only response was, "That feels good, Stas. Keep it up. My back feels better and better." Often in these circumstances, my cock would ache with hardness. Once, since her head was turned from me, I let my underwear drop and massaged naked, allowing that hardness to rub freely on the edge of the bed and the sheet. Inevitably it led to an orgasm. Once, because of the length of the massage, I came four times. My only worry, at this time, was how to conceal my spunk which stained the sides of the sheets and the floor beneath the bed. Most often, I would get to clean the spunk. Sometimes, I wouldn't and couldn't help but feel that she was aware of my cumming. She never mentioned this, however. These experiments grew bolder. I sensed that with her actions and movements while we napped. Often, during the nap, her hips would move invitingly towards my hard cock. Sensing this, I no longer began to withdraw. Instead, I met her hip movements with my own. Once, my cock entered her wet asshole and I pressed forward and thrust deeply. The only response on her part was to reciprocate. My thrusts met hers until I shot my hot load into her wet and receptive asshole. Another time, her hips arced lower until her cunt met my hot cock. I thrust hard and felt my cock move deeply into her cunt. I heard a sigh or a moan and continued to thrust. It wasn't long before our thrusts synchronized and my lust took over. I fucked her deeply and with abandon. I was no longer aware of pretense. The reality manifested itself in the animal of my body. My cock pushed deeper and deeper into her cunt until I shot my hot load into her hot cunt. My moans were no longer concealed, and, as I shot, I whispered aloud, "God, I'm cumming. Take it. Take it. It's yours. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh." I often dozed after that. When I awoke, she would no longer be in bed. My cock, however, was clean. Gone were the remnants of my passion and I could only assume that she had cleaned me off. The smell of passion was still apparent, so I concluded that her cleansing was oral. These sessions became more and more frequent in these years, and, sometimes, it involved my father. Chapter 9 Mother and Father My father was in the habit of coming home from work about 5:00 in the afternoon. He would often wash up, often, taking a complete bath. My mother was always there to assist. She would wash his back and feet. I observed longer sessions in the bathroom and, once, peeking through a hole in the shade outside the window, I noted the two of them naked, bathing one another. Once, I watched as they sat facing one another in the tub. Her body was slightly elevated and I assumed that she sat on his cock. His movements indicated this in his forward thrusting. Another time, I watched as she stood before him as he sucked her cunt, fingering her asshole simultaneously. On this same occasion, I watched them reverse positions. She lay on her back against the slant of the tub while he inserted his hard 7 inch cock in her mouth and fucked. One favorite position seemed to be my mother kneeling in the tub and he fucking her ass and cunt interchangeably. It seems that these actions were mostly foreplay since they would always exit the bathroom and announce to me that they were going to take a nap and that dinner would be ready in about an hour. Often, they would suggest that I go out and play or apply myself to the homework of the day. I would nod a vague "yes" to any of their suggestions and wait till they went upstairs to the bedroom. Evidence of their intent could be seen in the semi-hard erection that shone through my father's boxer shorts. I watched closely to see his cock bounce loosely as they ascended the stairs. My course of action was always the same. I waited a few moments until I was sure that they lay in bed quietly. Then I would loudly close the backdoor, a sign of my exiting the house. But it was only a sign. I stayed in the house and ascended the backstairs to two other bedrooms. From here I could, on hand and knees, move toward the door of their bedroom that often stood open and watch. As I said, the actions in the bath were often foreplay. This always spilled over to intense passion in the bedroom where everything and anything went. They began their lovemaking quietly, kissing, feeling, massaging. This often led to a 69 position in which they loved each other tenderly. This tenderness led to more passion and, eventually, they fucked with vigor and intensity. He might fuck her ass; he might fuck her mouth; he might fuck her cunt; he might do all of these interchangeably. Inevitably, all of this would lead to violent orgasms, she often coming in multiples, he, at a given moment, with such intensity that he could no longer control his actions. He would fuck violently, thrusting deeply and, at the same time, screaming his cum into her loudly, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Baby, take it all! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhh! Aahh!" Needless to say, my cock would be bursting at these times. I learned to observe without any inhibition, always standing naked, watching, massaging my own hotness, and cumming with them, moaning as well, but keeping it in synch with theirs. It was one such time that I waited until they collapsed in a heap and then lay separately, falling into a deep sleep. My passion threw caution to the wind. Assured that they were asleep, I entered the room naked, licked dry my mother's cunt and my father's cock. Emboldened, I straddled my mother, inserted my hot cock into her cunt, and shot a hot stream of cum deep into her. I went to my father's side of the bed, knelt on the floor, took his cock into my mouth and sucked deeply until his cock grew hard. I rose, sat facing him on his hard 7 inch cock, and stroked both his cock with my hot ass and my cock with my right hand. I shot again all over his chest. Rising above him, I licked his body dry of all my cum and left the bedroom. When they descended the stairs from the bedroom an hour or more later, I would often be reading or studying. My mother's comment was usually the same, "Are you ready to eat? Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes." These episodes happened often. I began to look forward to these pre-dinner trysts. During the day, I would often fantasize over them and prime my cock in anticipation. A jerk off of two before dinner became my standard practice. But what I was particularly primed for was the aftermath, when they dozed. I fantasized over all the things I might do as they slept. I was particularly fond of licking their bodies in the aftermath. The taste of their clean sweat, the dripping from my mother's hot cunt, the extended oozing of cum from my father's cock, the saltiness of the their assholes all stimulated me to new heights of passion in my own cums. And whether I jerked off at these times, or fucked my mother's cunt or ass or sucked my father's cock and felt his hardness in me, regardless what I did, when I did come, it was with an intensity I cannot describe. Suffice it only to say that my whole body shuddered as I came. Every muscle in my small frame would quiver and thrust as my cum spurted from deep within my balls. On those days when Bernie was present for those memorable threesomes, my body would quiver and thrust even more. It is a small wonder that they never discovered my presence during these outings for my inward screams of joy at my orgasm seemed comparable to their external screams and moans of joy. A particularly memorable moment came after a threesome with Bernie. All three collapsed in a heap on the bed, Bernie on the outside. I crept toward him as the others slept and took his wet cock into my mouth. Bernie woke and I motioned for him to come to me on the floor by the side of the bed. His lustful grin gave evidence of further passion as he stood beside the bed, then walked towards my naked body on the floor with his cock at half mast. Naked, I lay on the floor on my back and motioned for Bernie to insert his cock into my mouth. If my mother were awake, she would have had a full view of Bernie's hard 10" cock fucking me. When his cock hardened to its fullest, I raised my legs, and, Bernie, kneeling between them, inserted it deep and began to fuck hard. The tension of knowing your parents were two feet from this seduction, gave the fuck added meaning and passion. My passion grew violent as he fucked me and my hips thrust back at him in anticipation of his and my coming. He sensed the tension, too, and before long he whispered, "Stas, here it comes. Take all of my hot cum. Aaaeeeiiiiighhhh." I shot too. My cock spurt the jism all over Bernie's chest and belly. He withdrew his cock from my hot ass and rose over my face and inserted the still throbbing and cumming cock into my mouth, dripping the rest of his spunk deep into my throat. He then licked the cum from my belly, lay prone atop me, and shared my cum with me in a deep kiss. We lay this way for what seemed a long time when I heard him say, "You'd better get up and go. I'll see you later." Naked, I rose and went downstairs and cleaned up. Bernie returned to the bed savoring that unexpected fuck. We all had dinner together that night and they played the usual pinochle until bedtime. I heard the magic words once again, "Bernie, you can't go home tonight. You'll have to stay here and sleep with Stas." Bernie grinned and, I suppose, my face reddened. But only Bernie and I knew what to expect that night.