Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 04:53:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Kelly Hobbs Subject: bisexual incest title Kelly and her boys 7 This is a work of fiction. I am over 18 (in fact I am now 42), and if you are offended by erotic literature, especially those fantasies that stray from the norm, please leave now. This fictional work includes characters engaged in bisexual, incestuous, and under aged activities. I looked right at her. I was embarrassed. I knew my neighbor woud surely tell my husbands, the other boys mothers, she would probably report me to the police. I had to think quick. I was getting desperate, but it just might work. "How long have you been watching?" I could see she was eyeing the cum forming a droplet on my left nipple. Cupping my hand under, I lifted my breast toward my mouth and opened wide. As I suckled the cum off my nip, my eyes, never left Jill's. I stepped closer and offered my right breast up to her. She looked down at it, I could sense her losing control of the situation. She was timid, eyes glued to the droplet ready to fall off my nipple. Mitch was behind her now, still naked sporting a raging hard-on. He took her by the shoulders and postioned her forward and slightly down. Her head was now less than inch away from me. I could feel the breath. I could see that in this bent position, the hem of her dress had rode up her thighs a bit. As her mouth closed around my nipple, Mitch lifted the hem and rubbed is cock on her ass. I could now relax and know that she would keep my secret. I lifted her chin with my index finger to face me, "That felt good Jill. Are you shocked by my behavior or was it that you were left out?" "I couldn't believe what I had seen. Out in the open.They're so young. You're married." Here words came slow, obviously the cock running up and down her crack was having an effect yet she was thinking too much at this point. I reached down and pinched her nipple through her top. She was excited after all, I could feel it through her top and bra. With my other hand I unzipped the back of the dress. Mitch took his cue quickly (I made a mental note to watch out for this one) as he pushed the hem up higher exposing her pink cotton cover her bottom. I released her nipple and unsnapped the plain white bra. Mitch grabbed the waistband of the panties as I moved her into standing upright. She started to say something (a protest I'm sure) as I placed my mouth over hers for a long deep kiss. She stepped out of the panties Mitch slid down and in doing so stepped out of the dress that had fallen at her feet (pushed down with a little help by me). Except for her shoes, she stood naked like me in front of six teenage boys. Mitch was certainly laking the lead, pushing Jill's (his mother!) shoulders toward the sleeping bag as I was still kissing her. I almost stumlder over the edge of it as we reached the sleeping bag. Jill was guided to her hands and knees and I knelt still kissing her. Her eyes jolted open as his cock entered her from behind. I pinched her nipple, swirled my tongue over the edge of her lip and nibbled a little. The pleaseure took over her thoughts (if she had coherent thoughts of stopping this, she couldn't any longer). The cock hit me in the cheek, as Jill and I parted lips. I kissed the head, the holding the base guided it to her lips as Mitch picked up his rhythm. So many young studs, so much youth and vigor. I fucked and sucked all of the boys a couple of more times after Jill joined us and she did her best to wear the out as well. As the boys lost a little steam, we were instructed to clean each other up with our tongues. I could tell this was the first time she was giving more than a hug and peck on the cheek to another woman. She was slow and timid. Her body was covered in cum as was mine. I had orgasmed so many times I lost count. We put on a bit of a show for the boys and they cheered us on. I am a total slut and loved it. Jill later confided that her husband was the only man to ever be intimate as her parents were not too strict, but always around. The sun was high as I walked back the path leading to the houses. My cover-up was wet as I tried to wash off a little in the creek, and I carried my sandals. Jill followed me to my house to clean up before going home. Although she is about my height, she is a little thiner than me. As we entered the back door into the kitchen the conversation started...