Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:42:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Longings"

My name is Toby Carter.  I was eight years old when I first felt any sexual
stirrings.  The little girl who lived next door to us asked me to go into
her garage down by the alley.  She had some new puppies she wanted to show
me.  I followed her, but as soon as I was inside, she pulled up her skirt
and giggled.  She had on no panties.  I stared at her crotch.  It didn't
look at all like mine.  Something was missing.  She rubbed her finger on
the little slit between her legs and giggled again.

"Do you wanna touch it?" she said.

"Yeah."  I walked over and touched it.

"Let me see yours," she said.

I pulled down my short pants and showed her my little prick.  We both
laughed, but we heard someone coming.  She dropped her skirt and I pulled
up my pants and ran.

That night in bed, I felt a really strange feeling of excitement having
seen her little cunt.  And from then on, I wanted to see more of a girl's
body.

When I was in high school, I dated a couple of girls and all I could think
of was to get my hand up their dresses and feel their cunts.  My best
friend, Brian, and I talked about sex all the time and wanted to be as
lucky as some of the football players who we were sure were fucking girls
every day.  In our senior year, Brian and I started double dating and
conspiring as to how to get into our dates' pants.  We were both good
looking and, in time, no girl refused a good fuck from us.  And since we
double dated, we swapped and fucked each other's dates.  But it was almost
as though we were doing it and enjoying it for no other reason but that we
could.

Both Brian and I soon went away to the same college and we continued our
double dating and fucking each other's dates, often the four of us in the
same bed.

One night, neither of us were able to score, and we both dropped them off
and went to a bar for a beer.  We didn't get drunk, but we were pretty high
when we left.  We sat in the car in the parking lot for a little while.

Brian finally said, "I really wanted to fuck the shit out of that little
cunt.  I'm so fucking horny, Would you mind if I . . . you know . . .jerked
off?  My cock's so hard, it hurts."

"No, go ahead.  I don't give a shit."

Brian unzipped his pants and dragged out his hard cock and started
stroking.  For some reason, the sight of that made me want to do the same.
As we stroked, I could see him staring at my penis, and I could hardly take
my eyes off his.

As we stroked, Brian said, "You've got a magnificent piece of meat there,
Toby.  No wonder the cunts love it."

"You should talk, Brian," I said.

Brian startled me when he stopped stroking and reached over and pushed my
hand away.  He took hold of my cock and jacked it with long steady strokes.
Pre-cum was oozing out of it and running down on his hand, but he didn't
seem to mind.  I'd never felt another guy's hand on my cock before.
Instinctively, I took hold of his penis, and we stroked together.  We both
reached orgasm at the same time and shot our cum all over each other's
hands and bare arms.

As Brian brought his hand to his mouth, he said, "Do you ever eat your own
cum?"

"Sure," I said.  "But we have each other's cum on our hands."

"Doesn't matter," Brian said.  He started to lick my cum off his fingers.
I did the same.  There was something excitingly erotic about eating another
guy's cum, especially cum that came out of my best friend's cock.

We didn't talk as I drove Brian home.  Then we said only goodnight.  It was
a strange thing for us to do, I thought.  It was so impulsive.  It just
sort of happened.  I almost felt as though I'd always wanted it to happen,
and glad it did.

Several days later, Brian called me and asked me if I would like to go with
him to a bar next Saturday night and just hang out.

"I don't feel in the mood to have a date," he said.  "I think I just want
to spend a quiet evening having a few beers."

After we'd consumed several beers, Brian turned and looked at me.  "About
last week.  You know.  When we . . . ."

"When we jerked off in the car?" I said.  "I've been thinking about that,
too."

"Toby," he said.  "I hope you don't get mad.  But that was good.  I'd like
to do that again, if you would."

"If you hadn't brought it up, Brian, I would have.  I agree, it was really
good.  I jerk off alone a lot, but doing it with another guy.  It's kinda
neat.  Sure.  Do you think we could go someplace and do it again?"

Brian smiled.  "Maybe I shouldn't have done it, but I reserved a room at
Motel 6 out at the edge of town.  Just in case you might want to.  It's
still early, we don't have to stay long.  But it might be better than doing
it in the car again."

When we entered the motel, I could tell Brian was very nervous.  I could
also tell he wanted this very badly.  But no more so than I wanted it.
Even though he'd been the one who had the nerve to suggest this, I knew I
should now take the lead.

"What do you say, Brian?  Let's get out of our clothes.  We can be freer
that way."  I kicked off my shoes and stripped down completely.  Brian also
stripped.  Even though he and I had been naked in the same bed several
times while we fucked our girlfriends, I really hadn't paid that much
attention to Brian's body.  I was stunned.  He had a beautiful masculine
body, good muscle structure, with an attractive tan line, and soft light
brown hair covering his shapely legs.  As I stared at him, I saw him
looking at me, casting his eyes over my body from head to toe.

"I never thought about it before," I said.  "But we're a couple of hot
looking dudes, aren't we?"

Brian laughed.  "Yeah.  I guess we are."

I lay down on my back and patted the bed as an invitation for Brian to lie
next to me.  He did, and we took hold of our hard penises and began
stroking.  I gave into an urge, and moved my leg so it was pressing lightly
against his.  Our legs were both very tan and covered with the same light
brown dusting of hair.  It was oddly pleasing to feel his leg against mine.
I felt him pushing also.  Soon I took the initiative and reached over to
take his penis in my hand, and he did the same.

As we stroked each other, I could feel an almost overwhelming attraction to
Brian's body.  I reached over with my other hand and cupped his balls.  He
did the same with me.  When I saw the look in his eyes, I knew without a
doubt we wanted each other more than anything in the world.  Our craving
for each other was written in our faces.

At the very same moment, we let go of each other's cocks and rolled toward
each other, pressing our bodies together and kissing each other deeply and
passionately.  Our arms and legs became tangled while we rolled around
frantically kissing and licking the skin on each other's bodies from head
to toe.  We were in a frenzy of passion.  I remembered seeing Brian's girl
friend sucking madly on his cock.  Without any further thought, I plunged
my face into his crotch, bringing my tongue up over the soft skin of his
ball sack and sucking in the full length of his throbbing penis.  He
whirled his body around and we 69d each other as we continued to run our
hands over of the soft hair on each other's legs.

We eventually awoke to find the sun pouring in on us.  We both went off to
class that day, but promised each other we would go out of town the next
weekend and spend it in another motel.  Over the next six months, we spent
every moment we could in bed with each other.  There was nothing we didn't
do in our passionate love making.  We professed our deep love for each
other and vowed we would live the rest of our lives together.

                                                          * * * * * *

Several years later after we graduated, we bought a house together in
another city where we formed a partnership in our own law firm.  We dated
women, partly to keep up appearances, and partly because we each enjoyed
fucking a woman now and then.  We knew we were both good looking, and
perhaps it was an ego thing to have women fawning over us.

Not long after that, my father was tragically killed in a car accident.  He
was only forty-eight.  He and my mother had been passionately devoted to
each other, and my mother was totally devastated over his death.  I visited
her as often as I could get away.  I was now living in a city about two
hours' drive from my home town, and getting away from work and going to see
her was difficult.  I finally persuaded her to sell the big house they had
and come and live with Brian and me.  She knew about my relationship with
Brian, but had never become entirely comfortable with the knowledge I had a
male lover.  She never said anything, though.

I had a large extra room at the front of the house with several windows and
a nice view.  Things went reasonably well.  She wanted to be of use and
insisted on cooking all the meals.  But she was never really the same.  She
tried, but couldn't conquer her sadness and longing for my dad.  Her
sadness wasn't because she knew Brian and I were sleeping together.  She
never mentioned that.  It was because she couldn't get used to living
without her husband.  His name was Harry, and she talked about him a lot.

One night, Brian and I were getting ready for bed, and I thought I heard
Mom crying.  I had on only my briefs and went out in the hall to be sure it
was her.  I peeked in her room, and could plainly hear her sobbing.

I stepped in and said, "Mom, what's the matter?  Are you all right?"

She didn't answer for a moment and then said, "Oh, it's nothing, Toby.  I
just miss your father so much."

"Aw, Mom," I said as I stepped to the bed.  I put my hand on hers.  Try to
go to sleep, Mom.  You'll feel better in the morning."

Her sobs became even more heart-wrenching.  I slipped onto the bed and lay
next to her, lightly running my hand over her arm to calm her.

She continued to cry.  "I miss him so much, Toby.  Every night when I get
in bed, it's the worst.  I can't help it.  I stay awake, expecting him to
come to bed.  But he never comes, of course.  Sometimes I don't know if I
can stand it."

"Dad must have been a very good lover," I said quietly.

"Oh, yes.  He was everything.  You surely knew we loved each other so
much."

"Yes, I think I did know.  I imagine he was very gentle with his touch."

"Yes."

I moved my hand up higher on her arm and let my fingers slip down over her
nipple.  She gasped quietly.

"When he touched you, did it feel like this?"

"Oh, yes."

"He must have been very gentle," I said.

"He was."

I carefully pulled the strap of her nightie off her shoulder, revealing her
full breast.  I moved my hand lightly over her neck and pulled down the
other strap.  I could feel her breathing becoming quicker.  I cupped my
hand under the far breast, full and soft, and slowly rolled her nipple
between my thumb and forefinger.  It was hard and moist.

Suddenly, she gasped and whispered, "Oh, Harry, I love you so much.
Please, Harry."  She seemed to be thrusting her breast up toward me.

I slowly moved my body closer to her.  I raised my head and brought my lips
down upon the nipple closest to me.  I ran my tongue over and around it and
nibbled lightly on it with my teeth."

"Oh, God, Harry, it feels so good."

I pulled off her nipple and said, "Does this feel just the way Dad did it?"

"Oh, Harry, it's as wonderful as always."

I realized suddenly that she must be hallucinating.  My touching her had
put her into some sort of trance, where she actually believed my Dad was
there in bed with her again, sucking on her nipple, as he must have always
done.

I wanted to remove her nightie, but there was no way I could get it off her
without disturbing her, and perhaps breaking the trance.  At the next
moment, though, she sat up and pulled it off over her head.

"Here you are, Harry, all of me," she whispered.  She rolled tightly
against me.

I ran my hand down over her flat stomach until I felt her large bush of
hair just above her crotch.  My cock was hard and throbbing, and I knew she
could feel it pressing against her leg.  I moved my hand down over her
pussy, hot and flooded with her juices.  I massaged it and moved several
fingers in and out of it.  As I did this more furiously, she moaned and
cried and gasped.  She jerked her hips up sharply and let out a loud
guttural groan.  I knew I had just given her an orgasm.

She ran her hands over my thighs until she found my penis.  She grabbed
hold of it and cried, "Oh Harry, let me, please.  Please let me."

I didn't know what she meant.  She seemed to be pulling my cock up toward
her.

"You want to suck it, my love," I said."

"Yes, yes."

I pulled my body up where my cock was at her face.  She took hold of it and
plunged it into her mouth.  I felt her tongue slashing and swirling around
the head of it, and her lips clamped tightly on my shaft as she pushed the
whole length of it in and out of her mouth.

Soon I pulled out and said, "I don't think you want me to cum yet, do you?"

She reached up and put her hands on my cheeks and pulled my head down to
hers.  She kissed me all over my face and slashed her tongue all through
the inside of my mouth.

She pulled away and stared into my eyes.  "Harry.  Please Harry.  Fuck me.
Please Harry.  Fuck me now.  Fuck me hard.  I need your gorgeous hot cock
inside me now.  And Harry, while you fuck me, talk dirty to me like you
always do."

As she raised her legs high and held them under her knees with her hands, I
got into position to mount her.  My head was spinning.  I couldn't believe
this.  I was about to fuck my own mother.  I was more turned on and excited
than I had ever been fucking those girls.  As I lowered myself against her
and felt my hard penis slipping into her hot, wet cunt, I felt as though I
was falling into another world.  I started to pump my cock into her and she
reached up and pinched my nipples.  Then she reached around and took hold
of my ass cheeks, squeezing them.

She looked at me with pure erotic passion in her eyes.  "Talk dirty to me,
Harry," she growled.

As I fucked her faster and faster, I came out with the filthiest language I
could think of.  "I've always wanted to rape your filthy garbage can of a
cunt.  You're a dirty bitch whore who needs the shit fucked out of you.
You're a mother-fucking slut, who isn't worth shitting on.  Before I'm
through with you, you'll drink my piss and each my shit.  I'll sit on your
shit-eatin' face and force my wet shit down your fucking throat."

I was shocked that I could talk this way to my mother.  I went on and on
like that until I ran out of filthy things to say.  To hear myself saying
those things to my mom horrified me in a way, but at the same time it
excited me.  As I growled out all the filthy things I could think of, I
could feel that she had two more powerful orgasms.  I finally was unable to
hold it another minute.  My orgasm swept over me like something I've never
felt before.  With each surge, I was conscious that I was shooting my thick
sperm into my own mother's cunt, and she was loving it.

I finally collapsed upon her, hardly able to catch my breath.  She was
quiet now, almost as though she were asleep.  I rolled off of her and
looked down at her naked body and at her pussy, now almost overflowing with
juices mixed with my pearly white cum.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.  She seemed surprised.  She put her
hand to her mouth as she glanced at my naked, sweaty body.

"Oh, my God," she gasped.  "Did we . . .?  Was it you . . . .?"

"I searched for something to say.  "Yes, Mom.  You needed this, Mom.  You
needed to relive your wonderful memories of Dad."

She reached for her nightie.  "I didn't intend for this to happen.  I must
have been dreaming."

"You weren't dreaming, Mom.  It was real, and something very good.  Don't
be upset.  Don't be embarrassed.  It might be something you should
experience more often.  Nobody was hurt.  It was a beautiful thing that you
and I experienced together."

We talked about it for another hour, and I was convinced that she accepted
what happened, and even felt good about it.  I was sure she might let it
happen again.

After a long silence, she turned to me.  "Toby, I hope you won't mind my
saying this.  But you seemed very excited . . . you know . . . being with a
woman, doing these things.  I just don't understand what you and Brian do.
You can't do what we did to satisfy you.  What do you do?

"Mom," I said taking her hand.  "We do just what you and I did."

"But how do you . . . you know"

"We fuck each other just like you and I did.  And we suck each other's
penises just like you did mine.  But what we do isn't everything.  The most
important thing is that we love each other as much as you loved Dad.

"But I don't see how it's the same, Toby."

Mom, I'll tell you what.  I want you to be with us tomorrow night, and you
can see for yourself what two guys who love each other do.  Okay?

She smiled and nodded.


The next day, I went to a porno shop and bought a life-sized dildo that I
thought looked pretty close to what my hard cock looked like.  It even had
a nice set of balls attached to it.  I took it home and presented it to my
Mom.

"Mom, don't laugh.  I want you to have this.  It's the same size as mine
and Dad's cocks.  If you use this on yourself when you feel like
masturbating, you can fantasize that it's Dad."

Mom laughed again.  She thanked me and kissed me.


That night, about ten o'clock, I asked her to come into our room.

"Mom, you can sit there in the chair, or you can come up hear and sit on
the bed while you watch.  We'll have room for all of us on this king sized
bed."

She chose to sit in the chair.  Brian and I had planned how we would put on
this show for her.  We would go about it as though no one else was in the
room.  We didn't want to appear inhibited in any way.

Brian and I stood in the middle of the room and kissed deeply.  We then
very methodically began to undress each other.  As the shirts came off, we
licked the hair on each other's chest and sucked on our nipples.  When our
pants came off, each of us got down on our knees and licked and sucked on
the hair on our legs.  As we stood there only in our briefs, we reached in
over the waist band and fondled each other's balls and penis, as well as
running our fingers over our assholes.

One at a time, we got on our knees again and slowly pulled down the other's
briefs, allowing our hard cocks to spring free.  We sucked in each other's
cocks into our mouth as we reached around and pushed one or two fingers up
into the asshole.

I looked at Mom through the corner of my eye and could see her sitting on
the edge of her chair with eyes open wide.  Brian and I lay on the bed and
fondled each other's bodies, and gave each other full body tongue baths,
stopping only to suck on the leg and chest hair.

Soon, we were in a 69 position, sucking each other off furiously and
continuing to run our hands over each other's body.

I hadn't noticed when Mom came into the room, but she'd obviously brought
her new dildo with her.  She held it in one hand and, with the other was
rubbing her crotch lightly.  I was glad she was enjoying this.

Brian and I pulled off of each other before either of us came.  We needed
to save ourselves for the grand finale . . . the big fuck!

Brian put a pillow under his hips and brought his thighs up against his
chest.  I plunged my face into his ass crack and lubricated his hole with
saliva.  Glancing once again at Mom, I saw she now had her dildo pushed up
under her dress and was obviously in the process of fucking herself with
it.

I mounted Brian and pushed my cock easily into his asshole and began
pounding his ass with my pelvis.  Mom mow had her skirt pulled up around
her waist and I could see clearly the dildo she was fucking her wet and
flaming pink pussy with.  She seemed totally mesmerized by the sight of my
cock going in and out of Brian's ass.  Suddenly, I heard her squeal, and I
knew she was having an orgasm.  I kept pounding away, and when I felt my
orgasm coming, I pulled out and spewed volley after volley of thick pudding
like cum all over Brian's face and chest.  At that very moment, I heard Mom
going through her second orgasm.

I licked up all my cum off of Brian's face, and then got into the doggy
position for Brian to fuck me.  When I did that, Mom got up and came over
and lay at the foot of the bed, close enough so she could see my asshole
and Brian's cock fucking it.  Brian licked my asshole good with his tongue
and then pushed his gorged cock into me.

Mom was now fucking herself like a jackhammer, plunging the full length of
that rubber penis into her cunt.  Looking around, I could see sweat rolling
down her cheeks as her eyes were locked on my ass hole.  She'd pulled her
blouse off her shoulders and was pinching her nipple with one hand.

As I realized my orgasm was imminent, I turned and shouted at Mom" Get up
here real fast, Mom, and you can take Brian's spunk if you want to."  I
wasn't sure she would do it.

With the dildo still hanging out of her cunt, she crawled over next to me
and opened her mouth. Brian pulled out of my asshole just as he was about
to cum, and Mom sucked in the whole length of it.  I reached around with
one hand and took hold of the end of the dildo and resumed fucking her with
it.  As she swallowed Brian's cum, she had another orgasm.

When it was over, we all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.  I looked
over at Mom who had a stream of Brian's cum running down her chin.  She was
resting her head on Brian's hairy leg and was licking at the hair.

Soon we all sat up, still exhausted.  I said, "Well, Mom, now you know what
Brian and I do.  Maybe you can tell me if Brian's sperm tasted like Dad's."

Mom smiled and nodded her head.  "I think you guys have as much fun as your
father and I did."

"And now you know how we fuck.  In the asshole.  And you wouldn't believe
how good it feels."

"I know," Mom said, nodding her head.

"You know?" I said.  "Don't tell me that you and Dad . . . ."

"Well, yes," Mom said.  "We liked it that way sometimes."

"You mean Dad fucked you in the asshole?"

She just smiled and said, "Your father knew how to turn me on."


Mom went back to her own room.  Brian and I lay in each other's arms and
talked about what had just happened.  We agreed that my mom was really
highly sexually charged, and that there was little doubt we could include
her in any kind of hot sex we wanted.  Suddenly, we heard her crying out
from her room.  We knew she had just fucked herself to orgasm again.

The next night, Brian and I stripped naked and walked together into Mom's
room.  We caught her lying naked and fucking herself again with her dildo.

"Mom," I said, "Brian and I would like to join you tonight in your bed.
Brian has an idea about some fun we can have."

Mom shoved over to one side of the bed and smiled.  "I was going to ask you
if you wanted to come to bed with me, but I wasn't sure . . . ."

"You can be sure, Mom.  Anytime you want us."

We climbed into her bed.  Brian had thought Mom was now ready for anything,
and he had no hesitancy about diving right in.  He flung himself between
her legs and started eating her out.  Mom spread her legs more.

"You know, Toby, your father loved to eat my pussy, too.  And you kind of
do it a lot like he did, Brian.

"Well, Mom, it looks as though Brian and I will be able to help you keep
Dad's memory alive."

When I began sucking on Mom's nipples, she said, "That's for sure, Toby."

I asked her if she was glad we asked her to see what Brian and I do.

"I am glad," she said.  "I never realized how passionate two men can be
when they love each other.  I thought it was beautiful."

Brian sat up and licked his lips.  Do you want to hear my idea?  Since you
like getting fucked in both the ass and the cunt, why not let Toby and me
fuck you in both at the same time?"

"I've never done that before," she said.

"Well, there's always a first time for everything," Brian said as he
reached under her and pressed on her asshole with his finger.  "You can
imagine it's both your husband and your son doing it."

She laughed and said, "Who wants to go in which hole?"

I laid on my back and told her to lie face down on me with my cock in her
cunt, which she did.  Brian flooded her asshole with his saliva and then
supported himself over her.  He pushed his hard penis into her asshole.  It
seemed to me that it went in surprisingly easy.  She obviously had
experience pushing her asshole outward to make entry easier.  As I lay
there, I thought, little did I know as a kid what a sex hound my mother
was.  She almost bordered on nymphomania.  When I'd fucked her that first
night, she wanted me to talk dirty to her.  She even seemed to enjoy being
called a whore and a slut.  That was all right with me.  I was rather glad
my mom was a slut.  No telling what we can do with her as time goes on.
Perhaps we could bring our friends in.  Shed probably enjoy being
gang-raped by a crowd of young horny men.  I'd love to watch that.  I'd
enjoy getting gang-fucked, too.  I'd love to try it sometime.  It would be
especially exciting with my Mom watching me getting ravaged.

How excited I was at that moment, knowing that Brian and I were going to
fuck Mom from both front and back.  Her large tits were pressed against my
chest, and I reached up and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth.

She began to hump me and I felt my cock going in and out of her hot, wet
cunt.  At the same time, Brian was humping her from behind.  As I expected,
she had two powerful orgasms before either Brian or I got close.

Suddenly, Mom shouted, "Fuck me hard, you mother-fuckers!  I'm your
slutty-assed bitch!  Fill me up with your slimy cum!"

Now I knew for sure that my mom really was a slut and a whore.

Soon, as Brian was now banging her ass pretty hard, he gasped that he was
about to cum.  He and I were always able to time our cumming at the same
time when we were 69ing.  So when I could tell Brian was in the midst of
his own orgasm, I let go also, And, of course, Mom had another orgasm at
the same time.  All three of us moaned and growled and called out at the
same time.

As soon as Brian pulled out, she scooted up and laid her dripping cunt on
my mouth.  "Suck your cum out of my snatch, Toby, just like your dad always
did."  She turned her head back toward Brian and said, "Suck it out of my
asshole, Brian, like Toby's dad always did.

Brian and I soon returned to our own room, leaving Mom lying there fucking
herself again with her dildo.  We climbed in bed and were both feeling
overwhelmed.  Neither of us dreamed my mom could be such a wild sex fiend.
I thought about Dad.  He must have been oversexed himself.

"I wonder, Brian," I said, "if my Dad had not been killed if we could have
eventually gotten him to have sex with us.  He was so fucking hot looking.
If he liked to fuck assholes, I'll bet we could have gotten him to fuck
us."

Brian said, "I'm sure we could have gotten him to fuck us.  Knowing your
Mom now, she would have insisted on it.  One thing for certain, she loves
to watch guys fuck.  And what better show than to watch her husband fucking
her son."

At that moment, we heard another loud cry from Mom's room, signaling
another powerful orgasm.  I rolled close to Brian.

"Kiss me Brian.  I love you."


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