Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2001 20:10:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Todd Corbin <toddcorb@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Swingers"  6th Installment

The following series is mostly fantasy based only in part on some actual
occurrences in the author's life.  The story deals with bisexual and
incestuous family sex.  Readers' comments and criticisms, as well as
suggestions, are welcome and encouraged.  All e-mails will be responded to.
The series will continue as long as interest prevails.  Write to:
toddcorb@yahoo.com


SWINGERS

Chapter 6 - Just Like Daddy Described it!

Harry and Louise would sometimes rent pornographic videos and watch them
alone late at night after Todd had gone to sleep.  On rare occasions, they
would drive into a neighboring town and go to an XXX-rated movie theater.
One night, not long after the "facts of life" talk and demonstration with
Todd, they went out to dinner and then to this theater.  The film was a
heterosexual film, but many of the patrons were single men who were engaged
with each other in various forms of gay sex, or simply sitting alone and
beating their meat.  There were, however, about eight or ten male and
female couples sprinkled about the theater.  The entire film had to do with
only one woman who was being fucked every way possible by eight young men.
The woman who was on the very edge between being attractive and not very
attractive had, by the end of the film, been ravaged so relentlessly by
these eight men that she looked as though she were on the very brink of
death.

Louise became rather upset with the film as it progressed and commented
that it was unthinkable how these men could exploit and torture this poor
woman.  At the beginning of the film, the woman had tried to put a sweet,
coy, and sexy look on her face, but by the middle of the film, all pretense
had vanished from her face, and she could only muster a tired and pained
look as she once again spread her legs for yet another huge cock to
penetrate her pussy or her asshole, which received equal attention from her
attackers.  The repeated fuckings she received resulted in great globs of
sperm continually oozing out of her cunt and her asshole.  Each new penis
would pass through this wet mess on the way to its target.

The man and woman sitting directly in front of them suddenly disappeared.
Harry leaned forward and looked down to find the woman lying on her back on
the floor, her dress up around her waist, and the man removing his
trousers.  As Harry and Louise continued to look at the movie, they began
to hear loud moans and groans from both the man and the woman on the floor
in front of them.  They soon sat up, restored their clothing, and quickly
walked out.

Harry said, "How can anyone lie on these floors?  You can feel how slippery
and slimy they are from all the sperm that all these jerk-offs spill on
it."  Louise looked down and saw wads of toilet paper littering the floor
around their feet.  Also, the heavy smell of sex sperm around them was so
pervasive, it failed to be erotic and almost became sickening.  It just was
not a good experience, and Harry suggested they leave and go and have an
ice cream sundae.

As they sat enjoying their sundaes, Harry said, "Louise, you know we've
gone a long way in giving Todd a lot of information about sex.  But
sometimes I think that, no matter how much information a person is given
about sex and sexual behavior and all that, the first experience . . . you
know . . . the first time a guy fucks someone is almost always an awkward
affair.  As we all know . . . to those of us who are experienced
. . . there are a lot of things we need to know about foreplay and how to
work up the excitement in each other before we actually start fucking.
That's something that Todd will still not have any experience in.  And
because of a lack of knowledge in that area, a lot of first time fucking
experiences turn into disasters for one or both the participants.  I was
thinking that maybe we should take our instruction to a final step and show
him how important it is to "play," so to speak, before the real "action"
begins."

"I think you're right, Harry.  Not only did I not have the information Todd
now has about getting fucked the first time I got fucked, but I surely
didn't know about what I was supposed to do to help get the guy excited.
And he didn't know anything either."

"Well, Louise, I never did hear about your first time getting fucked.  What
happened?"

"I was fourteen years old and in junior high.  My girlfriend and I had gone
down to the school gym one evening to a dance.  I didn't like any of the
boys who were there, so my girlfriend and I danced together most of the
evening.  A lot of the girls did that.  Then a really cute guy showed up
and asked my girlfriend to dance.  And she was really eager.  So I went and
sat down and just sipped on a soda.  Then this other guy came up to me.  It
turned out he was in Eleventh Grade.  He was pretty cute, too.  He asked me
to go outside with him and sit on a bench and drink our sodas.  He was kind
of cute, so I said okay.  We talked a little, and then he said he'd like to
go over to the parking lot and sit in his car, which would be more
comfortable than the metal bench.  So we did.  And to make a long story
short, he eventually talked me into getting into the back seat, where we
both lay down and he proceeded to feel up my pussy with his hand.  Of
course, I had been masturbating for several years, but the feel of his
fingers on my clit was far more exciting.  Then he pulled up my skirt, and
pulled my panties all the way down.  And he struggled to get his pants off,
and had a terrible time doing it in the confined space.  When he finally
got them off, he couldn't get his cock to get hard.  He said it was hard
when he got in the car, but it got soft on him.  He shook it and stroked it
and got real mad.  Neither one of us had any idea that we really should
have been playing with each other for awhile, where I could suck on his
penis and play with it to get it hard, and he could play with and suck my
nipples and maybe play a little more with my pussy with both his fingers
and his tongue.  All either of us thought we needed to do was get that cock
into my pussy right away.  I finally ended up fingering my clit and having
a couple of orgasms, but he just kept fussing and cussing out his cock.  He
was literally wearing himself out working on it.  And the more he got
upset, the softer his penis got.  I remember he was so frustrated with the
whole thing, he actually had tears in his eyes.  I wish I had thought to
help him out.  Anyway, he finally got a pretty good hard-on going, and with
great difficulty in the cramped space, he was able to mount me and stick
his cock in.  He came in me after probably only five or six strokes, and I
though he was dying from the howling he did as he came.  Then before we
left the car, he told me I was the first girl he had ever fucked.  But he
had found a fake plastic vagina in his dad's closet.  And every afternoon
after school he would get it and fuck it in his room and then return it to
his dad's closet.  That was the only fucking he had done before me.  Now,
how about you, Harry.  What was your first time like."

"Louise, I know that I've never told you this before, but my first time was
with my uncle when I was twelve.  He and I had always been great buddies.
He was very athletic and really had a body to die for.  I never got tired
looking at it.  He and I would wrestle a lot naked in my room when he came
to visit us, and we even swam naked together up at his lake cottage.  And
then we would wrestle in the water.  I was always hard and he sometimes got
hard.  And while we'd wrestle, we would get into these strange positions
sometimes where his cock would be right in my face or he's have his face up
against my ball or my asshole.  He was such a perfect masculine person, and
showed me so much love.  I grew to love him more than anyone I knew.
Because we had had so much physical conduct while we were naked over the
previous years, it just seemed natural one day, when we were sitting on the
sofa together naked, for him to just reach down and start jacking himself
off while I sat there.  Then one thing led to another, and I just asked him
to put that hard cock of his up my ass.  I don't know why I asked him to do
it.  I had no embarrassment at all.  And neither did he.  It was just
something that all of our physical contact seemed to lead to naturally.
So, since we were alone, he got some lubricant and he did it.  It was
really painful to try to take that huge cock of his into my twelve year old
asshole, and it took five or six trys to get it in.  Even though it was
painful, I was in such a sexual frenzy to have him bury his big cock inside
of me that I didn't care about the pain and just lurched my hips up in one
mighty thrust and pulled the whole length of his cock inside of me.  We did
it often, but one day he told me he wanted to have me inside of him.  My
little twelve year old cock wasn't as big as his, but he brought his legs
up high and he pulled my hips toward him, and I just slipped my hard penis
right into my uncle's asshole so easily.  And that was the first time I
actually fucked someone.  But in my case, he and I had done a lot of
physical playing around while wrestling and that really accounted for a lot
of our foreplay before we actually fucked each other."

* * * *

In addition to occasionally watching a pornographic video tape, Harry and
Louise had not long before discovered the erotic stories on the Nifty
Archive.  One evening, Harry read a rather short, but moving story that
appeared in the Gay Male/Masturbation section of the Archive.  The story
was titled "My Son" and was an account by a father who secretly, but with
enormous pride, watched, from a darkened recess in the hall, his fourteen
year old son masturbating in his room.  As he watched, he realized that his
son, whom he loved more than anything, was beginning to emerge from puberty
into young manhood.  First, that day, he watched his son admiring his own
changing body in a mirror, fondling his maturing penis and testicles, and
running his fingers through a muff of newly grown pubic hair.  The father
could feel his own penis hardening as he watched his son slowly being
overtaken with a sexual excitement that signaled that his son was now
becoming a very sexual man.  He pulled out his own hardened cock and began
stroking as his son lay on his bed and began masturbating very slowly.  He
watched his son speeding up, then slowing down, then stopping, then
beginning again.  He realized that his son had somehow learned the art and
pleasure of extended masturbaion, enhanced by the steady beat of music from
his stereo radio.  As his son spewed his thick white sperm from his penis
onto his pillow, chest and navel, his father felt a pride that was
indescribable.  His son was now a man who knew the pleasures of being a
sexual man and who was now capable of fathering his own sons who would then
go on to become sexual men.

As he read, Harry couldn't help but put himself and his son, Todd, into the
story.  He felt the same pride in Todd that day he lay beside him and
watched him have his first orgasm and shoot his first load of hot sperm.
But masturbation is really a form of private self-pleasure for a man, when
he totally and privately immerses himself in his most precious and erotic
fantasies.  Harry wondered if Todd was now jacking himself off privately
every day in his bedroom.  He knew that, if he could secretly observe one
of his son's private masturbation sessions, he would feel the same
excitement and pride as the father in the story felt.

The boy in the story did it in his room after school.  Perhaps, Harry
thought, Todd might use that bit of privacy when his dad and mom were still
at work to pleasure himself.  He, therefore, made it a point on several
occasions to go home early, but was unable to catch Todd doing anything.
But one day, it worked.  Harry came into the house quietly and tip-toed
upstairs.  Instead of finding Todd in his own room, he saw Todd lying on
his parent's bed naked and stroking his penis with one hand very slowly.
With the other, he was holding an open magazine---one of Harry's porno
magazines.  Harry could stand in the doorway and easily watch since the bed
was situated in the room in such a way that Todd was facing away from the
door.

Just as the father in the story did, Harry took special note of his son's
emerging manhood, even though he was only twelve years old.  There was a
soft layer of blond hair on Todd's legs, a definite darkening around his
penis where pubic hair was beginning to appear.  Also, as Todd clutched his
penis and stroked with his right hand, Harry could see the erotic rolling
of muscles in Todd's arm.  Todd had his head raised off the pillow, which
strained his neck, causing the blood vessels in his neck to stand out.  But
most of all, Harry, could clearly see that his Todd now had hold of a real
man's cock.  It was no longer a little boy's penis.  It was nothing less
than a guy's cock with a fully grown set of balls.  Harry thought that his
sweet little Todd had become a fucking man!

Harry could hardly contain his own cock in this pants.  Loosening the top
button and unzipping, his pants fell to the floor around his ankles with
his belt buckle clattering on the floor.  Harry stood petrified, praying
that Todd would not discover that his dad was spying on him.  Harry knew
that these private uninhibited masturbation sessions were so important to
all guys, and Todd should be allowed to bring himself to as great an orgasm
that he could while living in his own private fantasy.

Todd did not hear the noise and kept stroking.  Harry thought about the boy
and his father in the story as he observed Todd as he so deftly manipulated
his hard penis in order to extend the pleasure and delay the orgasm.
Several times Harry had to hold off his own orgasm.  But as he saw that
Todd was beginning to tense up, and as he watched Todd's maturing muscles
tighten all over his body, he could hold it no longer and shot his load
into his hand.  Just then, Todd let out several loud growls and, bucking
his hips wildly, shot one long stream of thick white sperm onto the
bedspread beside him, followed by louder growls that accompanied further
streams of sperm landing on his chest.

Harry watched Todd for several moments as he came down from the high of his
orgasm.  Harry then pulled up his pants a little with one hand and hurried
to the bathroom.  After a few minutes, he could hear Todd go into his
bedroom and close the door.  Harry came out and went into his own bedroom
and sat on the bed, looking at the pool of Todd's sperm that had been
deposited on the bedspread. Leaning over, Harry lightly ran his tongue over
the sperm, and then sucked the spot dry.  Harry's penis started to harden
up again at the thought that he had just eaten some of his little boy's
sperm.  Like the father in the story, he was so proud of his little guy,
who was now headed into real manhood.

* * *

Harry and Louise talked about when the best time would be to demonstrate to
Todd the "art of making love" before the fucking starts.  They agreed that
it would have to wait until after Harry returned from a four-day trip he
needed to take to New York where he would be attending a courtroom lawyers'
conference.

Harry checked into the Plaza hotel in the late afternoon.  After getting
settled in his room and taking a shower and putting on a coat and tie, he
walked the five or six long blocks down East 58th Street to one of his
favorite bars in New York, The Townhouse Bar and Restaurant.  He had not
been there for about a year, but found some of the same "regulars" perched
on what appeared to be the very same stools as the year before.  Harry sat
next to a rather handsome, fortyish looking man, who was wearing a wedding
ring, just as Harry was.  This man stood out among all the single men who
were seated along the bar, cruising one another.  He introduced himself as
a lifelong New Yorker, and his name was Caleb.  After about an hour of
conversation, the two learned a good deal about each other.  One of the
more important facts revealed was that they were both fairly regular
patrons of Swinger's get-togethers.

Caleb had attended these parties for several years until his wife died a
little over a year ago.  He continued to attend following her death, but as
he explained, he went with a new partner since the place he liked the best
preferred couples, rather than single persons.

Caleb said, "Harry, I'm just here for my usual two double martinis.  When I
finish this one, I'm going on home to get cleaned up, change, and go to my
usual Monday night Swinger party.  Since you are into that, I'd love to
have you come along as my guest."

"I'd love to, Caleb," said Harry.  "But I don't have a partner to bring
with me."

"Don't worry about that.  I'll have a partner, and I also have someone
who'll be glad to go with us as your partner."

Harry worried about doing something like this behind Louise's back.  There
had never been any secrets between them.  Harry said, "Caleb, I'd like to
go back to my hotel and clean up a little and call my wife.  Where can I
meet you?"

"Harry, I have an apartment up on Fifth Avenue across from Central Park.
It's only about three blocks from the Plaza.  Here's the address.  Just
come on up . . . shall we say in about an hour?  Let's go.  I'll drive you
back to your hotel."

As soon as Harry returned to his room, he called Louise and told her about
meeting this man who wanted to take him to a Swinger party.

Louise quickly said, "Harry, you know that the main thing we expect of each
other is that we be honest with each other and know what each other is
doing.  And we don't have to be doing it together just as long as we know
what each other is doing.  Now you go ahead with that man and have a great
time.  There is absolutely no point in missing out on these great
opportunities when they present themselves."

Harry hurried over to Caleb's apartment, a luxurious penthouse residence on
the sixth floor looking out over the park.

"Come on in, Harry.  I want you to meet my partner for tonight.  This is
Tom, my eighteen year old son."

A tall, slim, dark haired young man stood up and extended his hand to
Harry.  Harry stood, not realizing that his mouth was hanging open.  It
took him a few moments to take in what was going on.

"And let me introduce your partner for tonight, Harry."  Into the living
room walked another young man as handsome as the first.

"Harry, this is Bob, my youngest son.  He's sixteen and he'll be your date
tonight."

Harry found himself speechless.  Caleb then turned to Harry.

"Harry, did you know what kind of bar that was you were in tonight?  That
was a gay bar, you know.  I just assumed that you . . . ."

Harry stammered, "Oh, I know, Caleb.  It's just that I didn't expect
. . . well, I don't think I expected that your sons would be going with
us."

Caleb and his two sons chuckled quietly, and Caleb said, "My sons and I
have come to understand one another and our needs pretty well since their
mother died.  And we've become very close.  Very close, indeed.  Shall we
go?"

As they drove, to the party, Harry and Bob sat in the back seat.  Bob
deliberately moved close to Harry and started rubbing Harry's growing
bulge.  Bob then called up to his father in the front seat, "Dad, this guy
is really hot.  He's so good looking!"

Tom in the front seat turned and looked back.  "Yeah, dad, he's a winner.
When we get to the party, Bob and I are going to have to fight over him."

Tom reached back and loosened Harry's tie and unbuttoned the top three or
four buttons of his shirt.  Reaching down in and running his hand over the
hair on Harry's chest and pinching his nipples, Tom said, "Harry, where did
you come from?  You're it for me tonight!"

"Listen you guys," said Caleb.  "Like I've told you before, you're not
suppose to fuck with the people you go to these parties with.  You're
supposed to find new partners."

"Not tonight, dad," said Bob.  "I'm not giving this gorgeous creature over
to anyone else."

Caleb pulled the car over to the curb.  "Okay.  What do you want to do?  Do
you want to go back to the apartment?"

"Yeah!" shouted both Tom and Bob in unison.

Caleb turned the car around, and in no time, Harry found himself
transported up to the apartment, stripped and put into a very large king
size bed with three really hot-to-trot naked guys.

As Tom and Bob began smothering Harry's body with kisses, Caleb said very
firmly, "Hey you guys!  Your father found him first, and your father gets
first pop at him!"

Harry felt almost like a little foundling puppy who had been taken home by
some children and then fondled and loved.

"Harry, lie face down on the bed," ordered Caleb.  "but rise up on your
knees with your ass in the air, keeping your shoulders on the bed.  I need
to taste a little of this pretty little asshole of yours . . . if I can get
my tongue through all that jungle of black hair in there."

"Dad, let me," whined Bob.  "I love an asshole buried deep down in a mass
of crotch hair."

"Get away, boy!" shouted Caleb.  "I told you I have privileges here!  If
you need an asshole to chew on, get your face into mine, or into your
brother's"

Caleb flooded Harry's pucker with saliva, then rose up on his knees and
pushed what appeared to be a nine inch cock into Harry's waiting hole.  As
Bob did his best to tongue fuck his dad, Tom slid on his back under Harry's
raised hips and allowed every inch of Harry's cock to slip into his mouth
and throat.  As Caleb started to speed up his in and out fucking motion in
Harry's asshole, Bob could no longer keep his tongue on his dad's asshole.
Moving around by Harry's head, Bob motioned for Harry to extend his arms
and rise up so that he could easily suck Bob's waiting cock into his mouth.

Harry could feel Caleb's penis getting larger in his rectum.  And at about
the same time, Bob was beginning to moan.  With both of them letting out a
series of short yells, both Bob and his father shot their loads of sperm in
Harry's rectum and into his mouth.  Being flooded with so much hot sperm
triggered his own orgasm, causing him to pour surge after surge of his own
cum into Tom's mouth.  Tom then leaped up and told Harry to roll over on
his back.  Tom threw himself on top of Harry and fucked Harry's mouth
violently.  In only four or five thrusts, he poured stream after stream of
sperm into Harry, mixing it up with Bob's sperm, most of which Harry had
kept in his mouth.

Caleb stood up and said, "Okay, that's it for tonight.  Do you want me to
drive you back to the Townhouse Bar, or back to your hotel?"

Tom and Bob seemed disappointed as they continued to caress and run their
hands over Harry's swarthy skin.  Since there would be a very early meeting
at the conference the next day, Harry agreed to have Caleb drive him back
to the hotel.

As they drove, Harry said, "Caleb, it's really great that you have those
two hot sons of yours to have sex with.  I have a twelve year old boy who I
love very much and he is fast becoming a very sexual guy."

"Well, Harry," said Caleb, "Work him into having sexual fun with you very
slowly.  Don't scare him off.  It's a wonderful thing to be able to play
sexually with your own flesh and blood with out problem or embarrassment.
They love it at these Swingers parties I take them to.  They're like me.
They love to suck and fuck both guys and women.  I get so full of pride
when I watch them bringing a woman to orgasm with their big man-cocks, or
when they suck another guy off to orgasm and suck all that luscious sperm
right down their throats.  They've done it to me, and I can say they each
suck a better cock than any woman can.  Sometimes they give me a double
dose and both jack off directly into my open mouth at the same time.  To
have a mouthful of your own sons' hot cum is just an experience that can't
be equaled."

"Well, Caleb," said Harry, "my wife and I are really dying to experience
directly our son Todd's orgasms, and the thought of having him flood our
mouths with his sperm drives us both nuts."

"It'll happen, Harry.  Just let him make most of the big moves.  Don't
force anything on him.  Once he discovers that you all are really enjoying
it, then 'Katy, bar the door,' you'll be home free.  My sons and I have
absolutely no inhibitions around one another.  We just fall down and fuck
and suck anytime we feel like it now.  What a great life!"

* * * *

Louise had gone almost four days without an orgasm.  She missed Harry so
much.  But he was due home later that afternoon.  After lunch, she did a
little work in her garden.  But the weather was so warm and humid, that she
soon felt too hot and sweaty to continue.  She went upstairs and took a
shower and walked back to her bedroom.  She stood in the cool air blowing
from the register and looked at her body in the full length mirror.  She
thought that she was still attractive.  As she fondled her breasts, she
raised one of them up so that she could wiggle her tongue on the nipple.
She thought to herself that her breasts were still very sexy and perky.
She was so pleased that there was no sign that her tits were sagging.  She
ran her hands down over her flat stomach, around her waist, and over her
gently rounded hips.  Harry had told her often that he loved the curve of
her hips and the fullness of her thighs.  Looking at herself in profile,
she ran her hands over her firm ass cheeks, and let her fingers gently
caress her asshole.

Sitting on the end of the bed, she spread her legs so that the lips of her
cunt were clearly visible in the mirror.  Her pussy juices were beginning
flow and she ran her fingers through it and sucked them dry.  Her nipples
were getting hard and sensitive.  Lying down on her back, she scooted up so
her head was on the pillow, and reached into the bed table drawer and took
out her vibrating dildo.  As she ran it slowly in and out of her cunt, she
began to cry softly.  There was nothing she could think of but to have
Harry's dark slim body once again pressing against hers with his turgid
cock probing her insides.

Todd had gone over to the Fords to spend the afternoon with Carl.  He
decided to leave and go home earlier than planned.  He didn't see Louise at
first and went upstairs to find her.  When he walked into her room, she was
startled and suddenly put her other hand over the dildo in a vain effort to
conceal it.

"Oh, hi, Todd dear.  I didn't expect you back so soon."

"Mom, you don't have to stop doing that.  It's okay.  I learned all about
sexual arousal from dad. Remember?  Remember, he said it's natural for any
of us to do that whenever we need to.  You must be feeling aroused now.  Is
that why you're masturbating?

"Todd, honey, I just miss your daddy so much.  I know it's been only four
days.  But he's such a wonderful husband and lover . . . I miss . . . ."

"You miss having his cock in your pussy, don't you?" said Todd, smiling.

"Well, yes . . . I do."

Louise stopped trying to hide the dildo, but did not continue stroking.
"Why are you home so early, Todd?"

"Well, mom, I just hate being over at the Fords anymore.  Carl's mom and
dad are always yelling at each other and fighting about something.  I think
about Carl.  How can he stand to live there with them."

Todd began to get a little teary.  "I just feel so lucky that I live here
with you and dad.  You never get mean with each other.  You are always
hugging and kissing, and I know you love each other, and you love me, too."

Louise pulled Todd down to her and hugged him.  His face was being pressed
gently in between his mom's tits.  They felt so warm on his face and
comforting.  He moved his head slightly and ran his tongue over one of her
nipples.  Louise gasped slightly as he did so.  He was in a very awkward
position with his knees on the floor next to the bed.

Louise held her son's head tightly against her tits as Todd began nibbling
more actively on her nipple.  Moving over slightly on the bed, Louise said,
"Todd, you look so uncomfortable half on the floor like that.  Come on up
here on the bed where you'll be comfortable."

As Todd moved up on the bed, he pressed his body tightly against his
mother's, now sucking more energetically on her nipple, and fondling the
other with his fingers.  Louise could feel Todd's cock, now hard as steel
pressing against her leg.  Todd began humping slightly, moving his bulge up
and down along her leg.

"Oh, mom," said Todd, "I'm really feeling aroused now.  Can I pull it out
of my pants?  Would that be okay?"

"Of course, Todd," whispered Louise.  "I know how you feel."

"Mom, are you feeling aroused, too?"

"I think so, honey," said Louise, as she reached down and put her hands on
Todd's ass, pulling him tighter against her leg.

With one hand, Todd undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees.  Now
Louise held tightly onto his firm ass cheeks as Todd humped her leg more
vigorously.  She could feel the wet semen that was now oozing out of Todd's
penis onto her leg.

"Mom, dad says I should jack off my dick when I feel like this.  Is that
okay?"

"Your dad is right, sweetheart."

Todd stood up and removed his clothes altogether.  He then crouched in
front of his mother between her legs and began stroking his cock slowly as
he watched his mother running her finger in and around her cunt.  Louise
spread her legs a little more, raising her knees, and pulling apart the
lips of her pussy.  Todd, with a frenzied look in his eyes, stared at his
mother's wet pussy.  And without any forethought, simply fell forward and
allowed his raging hard cock to slip into his mother's cunt.  Louise
grabbed Todd's hips and pulled them tight against her.  The feel of her
little boy's now gorged man cock pumping away inside of her made her cry
out.

"Oh, Todd, my sweet little boy!  Pump your hot cock hard into me and fill
my body with your hot thick sperm!"

Pellets of sweat were forming on Todd's forehead, and his slender little
body was writhing up and down and sideways as a wave of sexual excitement
like none he had ever felt poured over and through him.  His penis began to
feel like it was getting larger and larger until it might explode.  He
could feel the tightness in his balls.  Then as he felt his mother's finger
probing his asshole, all the muscles in his entire body went totally out of
control.  His whole groin tightened to the point that he thought he was
about to be squeezed and crushed to death.  And then it happened.  A
wrenching contraction at the base of his penis next to his asshole sent a
roar of sperm surging up the length of his cock.  Then another powerful
contraction.  He felt as though he had left the world, that some strange
and wonderful thing was controlling his body.  With every throbbing surge
of Todd's cock, Louise bucked her hips against her son's pelvis.  Over and
over again, stream after stream of Todd's cum poured into his mother's
vagina.

Soon, their orgasms began to subside and Todd collapsed on top of his
mother.  Louise kissed Todd gently on the lips as he gasped to catch his
breath.  To relax him, she ran her hands softly over Todd's smooth, velvety
boy's skin.

"Dear Todd, I love you so much.  You are a wonderful son."

When Todd had finally caught his breath, he said, "It was just like dad
said.  Everything is just like dad said.  Even better.  Can we fuck again
sometime, mom?"

"We'll see, sweetheart," said Louise, smiling.  "You're sweating so much,
why don't you go on in now and take a shower?"

As Todd was going out into the hall, they heard the front door close and
Harry shouting, "Louise, I'm home!"

As he climbed the stairs two at a time, he saw Todd's little bare ass
cheeks just disappearing into the bathroom.  Running into the bedroom,
Harry found Louise lying naked on the bed with her arms outstretched to
welcome him.  Jumping onto the bed, they hugged and kissed deeply and
passionately.  Soon he was running his tongue down over her nipples, her
stomach and into her pubic hair.  Then spreading the juicy wet lips of her
cunt apart, he buried his face into her pussy.  It was only a short minute
before he raised his head and looked in Louises's eyes.

"Louise," said Harry with mock anger in his voice.  "There's some fresh
sperm here in your pussy.  It tastes pretty good, though.  Mmmmmm.  Let me
take another taste.  Mmmmmm."

Just a little hint of a smile came over Louise's face.

Harry began to smile, also, very slightly.  "Louise?  Come on, Louise.  Are
you gonna tell me?  Come on, now.  You know whose sperm this it, and I
think I know whose it is."

Louise couldn't choke back her laughter.

Harry said, "Was it . . . was it . . .?"

Louise smiled broadly and nodded her head vigorously.  Harry scooted back
up, and they kissed again and both started laughing.  "Louise!  You little
slut!  Todd fucked you, didn't he!  Wow!  That's great progress!"

Louise said, "Yes, and I want to see him take you on next!  That will be so
hot!"


Thanks again to those who want this story continued.  Again, I welcome
comments and suggestions, and will happily respond to all e-mails.  It's
hard to believe there are so many nice and friendly and appreciative guys
out there.  My special thanks to you whose first name begins with "M."  You
know who you are.  Please write me at: toddcorb@yahoo.com

Todd Corbin