Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 21:59:56 +0000 From: A. B. Subject: Helping Mommy - Part 5 Usual Disclaimer: This is fiction. Don't read it if you don't like incest or underage sex. In fact, if you don't like that sort of thing, what are you doing here in the first place? ______________________________________________________________ Part 5 We got back to Richard's place in a flash. All I remember of the drive was Richard's hands all over me. Up my skirt, pushing my panties aside, fingers devling into the folds of my wet hungry cunt. His big strong hands squeezing my milky tits and making them leak even more. I'd been stroking Richard's soft cock as he drove and several times he'd had to swerve, narrowly avoiding an accident, and my blouse was soaked and he'd gotten hard again by the time we pulled into his driveway. He awkwardly shoved his prick back into his pants as we got out, not even bothering to zip up his fly. We practically fell inside the house once he'd fumbled the door open, kissing each other madly and stripping our clothes off as we went. Suddenly, Richard broke our kiss and stepped back, "Oh shit," he said, "we forgot about the kids!" "Fuck!" I siad in frustration. I looked around but didn't see them anywhere in the living room or TV room. We straightened our clothes the best we could and went to look for them. We finally found them in Mandy's room and we both stood there with our mouths open. The three of them were fast asleep in Mandy's bed...their arms and legs tangled around each other. Chrissy was wearing what obviously must have been one of Mandy's nightgowns. A cherry red babydoll negligee with no panties. Mandy was completely naked with her legs lewdly spread wide open. Her cunt still glistening with her juices and one hand on Chrissy's little pricklett. And Mike...oh my god...Mike was wearing a virginal white training bra and pantyhose with two holes torn in the front and BACK! He lay on his side with one leg draped over Mandy and as I looked closer I could see what I swore was cum leaking out of his pink puckered little asshole. Suddenly behind us we heard a voice say, "Oh shit!" Richard and I turned as though shocked with a cattle prod and there in front of us stood a naked boy about 14 years old. He had longish blond hair that was unkempt and hung almost to his shoulders and a tight well muscled swimmer's physique. He had no hair on his body except for a light dusting of peachfuzz around his good sized cock. His prick was soft but looked like it would grow to a respectable 6-plus inches when hard. He had piercing blue eyes and a full sensuous mouth that looked like it belonged on a girl and a gold stud earring in his right ear. The general impression I got from him in the instant before Richard reacted was "surfer dude". Then Richard had his hand around the boy's throat and had him pressed against the wall. The thump he made woke the other kids and they looked around sleepily. Mandy was the first to react, jumping out of bed and screaming, "Daddy! Leave him alone!" Mike grabbed the blankets and was trying to cover himself while Chrissy...dear sweet innocent Chrissy...just sat there looking around quizzically. "Who the fuck are and what did you do to my kids you little shit!" Richard shouted. "Daddy, let him go!" Mandy yelled again. "He's my boyfriend!" I managed to step in and pulled Richard's hands from the shocked boy's throat saying, "Richard, let him go before you hurt him." "Hurt him! I'm going to KILL HIM!" Richard screamed. I tugged on Richard's arms again and when he looked in my face he relented. He let the boy go and took a step back. Mandy, not realizing her nakedness in front of her father...or perhaps not caring...hugged the boy who had slid to the floor. "Someone better start explaining fast," Richard said. I pulled Richard back another step so he wouldn't be able to grab the boy again easily and said, "Why don't all you kids get dressed and meet us in the kitchen." Richard looked at me as if I'd grown another head and then looked at his daughter and son. Richard's face turned beet red as did Mike's who was still trying to hide himself beneath the blankets. I pulled Richard with me to the kitchen and we sat looking at each other. He started to talk several times but the poor dear just didn't know where to begin. A few minutes later the kids came into the kitchen and sat down. Mandy was wearing a long cotton nightdress. Mike was in shorts and a tshirt as was the other boy, but Chrissy...the little minx...was still wearing the babydoll nighty, except that he'd put on a pair of yellow cotton panties. Not the same ones, I noticed, that he'd worn when he'd gotten dressed to come over here. Mandy did most of the talking. She introduced us to the boy, who's name was Paul. She explained that they'd been seeing each other for over two months and, when Richard asked, she admitted that they'd been having sex. I thought Richard was going to blow a gasket when she told him. His face got as red as Chrissy's nighty but he held his tongue. Mandy went on to explain that Paul had been coming over since that first night we'd gone out and that they'd had sex while Chris and Mike were in the other room playing video games. Paul had noticed Chris' panties peeking out of his shorts and mentioned it to Mandy. Mandy said she'd known about Chris wearing panties from the first time he'd come over but she asked Paul not to say anything because she didn't want to embaress Chris and didn't know how Mike might react to the news that his best friend was a little sissy. My heart melted for Mandy when she said that and I felt a warmth of deep affection for this lovely young girl spread through my body. She went on to explain that as she and Paul talked about Chris wearing panties she realized it was turning Paul on. Paul finally admitted to her that he thought he was bi and was turned on by the idea of wearing girl's clothes. They decided to try it out and Paul put on a pair of panties a bra and one of Mandy's dresses. They were making out on her bed like that when Chris and Mike walked in to ask her something. Mike was shocked by what he saw but Chrissy...well...Chrissy being Chrissy said, "Oh cool...you like wearing dresses too!" Mike blushed deep red and Mandy began to tell Mike that he shouldn't be upset with Chris and that there was nothing wrong with dressing up sometimes when Mike stopped her and said he'd known that Chris liked to wear panties because he'd seen them peeking out of his shorts too. In fact, Mike told us that when he first discovered Chris wearing panties he'd asked Chriss and Chris had pulled his shorts down and shown him. Mike was more shocked over seeing his sister naked and making out with Paul than he was with the fact that Paul was wearing Mandy's dress. It was then that Paul said he'd noticed that Mike's cock was tenting out the front of his shorts, as was Chrissy's. Paul admitted that the next thing was his idea and he apologized profusely and begged Richard not to get him in trouble. "We'll see about that,"Richard said, "What was your idea?" "I...well...I was kinda horny and turned on and so was Mandy and Mike and Chris and....well...I...I just thought...w-we could all just...have some fun together. So I whispered to Mandy and asked her if she'd be cool with inviting Mike and Chris to join us and...well...like...the next thing I know she's holding out her arms and Chris ran over to her and she pulled down his pants and took my hand and...oh shit...I'm so sorry Mrs. ummm..." "You can just call me Pam," I said. "Oh..." Paul replied sheepishly, "well...um...I'm sorry Mrs...er..Pam...I know it was wrong forme to do that to your son but I..." "It's ok Paul," reassured him. "Chris..." How did I explain that I'd taken Chris' cherry long before this boy had ever met him. "Chris...knows about sex and is perfectly cabable of saying no if he'd wanted to. I assume he didn't say 'no'?" I could feel Richard's eyes boring into me without having to look. "No...I mean yes...I mean no...he didn't say no or nothing. He wanted to do it," Paul said, "and so did Mike. When Mike saw me jerking off Chris he pulled his pants down too and came over and Mandy began to stroke him. mandy asked him if he liked that and Mike said 'Hell yeah'! Well...one thing led to another and...well...we wound up having sex together and trying on Mandy's clothes. We've been doing it ever since whenever you guys go out and this time...we...just kinda lost track of time. I was in the bathroom when you guys came in and didn't hear you and...well...you know the rest." Paul finished and hung his head in embaressment. Before Richard could say anything I had to ask one question. "Paul...I want to ask you something and I would like a straight answer." Paul looked at me expectantly. "Did you show Chris how to finger someone's asshole?" "Richard couldn't keep quiet any longer. "W-what?," he said. "What...why...why would you ask that?" "Shush Richard," I said gently. "It's just a question. Well Paul?" Paul couldn't look me in the eye. He hung his head and his face was bright red with embaressment. "Um...kinda," he whispered. "Kinda?" I asked. "Well...Mandy...I'm sorry Mr. Morgan...Mandy likes it when I finger her ass so that first time we messed around she asked me to show Chris and Mike how to do it to her." "That's IT. I've had it!" Richard shouted. "We're done! You..." he said pointing at Paul, "...get out of this house, Now!" "Daddy! No..please don't!" Mandy cried. "Don't? Don't? This boy has been fucking my 12 year old daughter and apparently my SON too and you think I shouldn't throw him out? He's lucky that's all I'm going to do. Turning my son into a little fucking faggot..." I snapped. My hand whipped out before I'd even realized it and I slapped Richard hard right across his cheek. He looked at me stunned. I was pissed. "Don't you dare say that," I said, nearly hissing. Richard looked at me, shocked. In fact they were all looking atme with surprise on their faces. Richard put his hand to his cheek and his eyebrowns pulled together in a questioning look. I pointedly stared at Chris and then back to Richard and he seemed to get the point. "I...Pam...I'm sorry...that was thoughtless of me." He looked over at Chris. "Chris..." "Its Chrissy Mr. Morgan. Remember...when I dress up I'm Chrissy" "Umm...yes...um...Chrissy...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that about Mike...if he's gay..." "I'm not gay, Dad," Mike interrupted. He looked his dad square in the face and I saw him summon his courage and say, "I'm not gay. I like girls. But I also like f-f-fucking Paul and s-sucking his d-dick. I think I'm...what did you call it Mandy? Bi? I'm bi!" Richard was taken aback. I said, "Why don't you kids go in the other room for a bit while I talk to Richard. The kids jumped up and scrambled out of there as fast as they could. At the doorway, though, Chrissy turned and said, "Mr. Morgan...you know there's nothing wrong with people who love each other having sex. Its just a special way to show how much you care for the other person. Mom and I do it all the time. Right Mom?" Now it was my turn to look shocked. I couldn't believe Chris had just said that. I felt myself blush and I turned to look at Richard. Dawning comprehension spread across his face as he awaited my answer. And what could I say. To deny it would be to deny my love for my own child right to his face. But I couldn't say it outloud. I couldn't say those words. I couldn't say that I was a filthy slut who fucked her own little baby boy. All I could do was nod. Chrissy went into the living room and Richard and I just looked at each other. He was still in shock and slowly leaned back in his chair. I didn't know what to say to him so I did the only thing I could. I told him the truth. I left nothing out and I didn't apologize for any of it. I told him of Chris catching Larry and me in bed when Larry was suckling my tits. How I'd let Chris try some mother's milk. How, after the accident Chris and i had clung to each other. How he'd wanted to help me ease the pain of my milk swollen tits by suckling on them and how that had led me to lose control and begin loving my baby boy in a way no mother is supposed to. When I was done, Richard sat silent for a moment. Then he surprised me by saying, "I understand." I looked at him for a moment waiting for the other shoe to drop but it never came. There was no, "I understand that you're a sick perverted whore!" No recriminations. No accusations. No threats to call child services. He just sat and looked at me with a sympathetic look in his eyes. I broke down. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and a huge sob suddenly constricted my throat and the waterworks began to flow. I put my face in my hands and Richard jumped up and hugged me tightly saying, "Shhhhhh...it's ok....its ok....shhhh..." "Oh Richard," I sobbed, "You must think I'm horrible. I think I'm horrible. Its just...I can't help...." "I said it's ok Pamela. Really...I don't think you're horrible. I see Chris...er...Chrissy is a happy healthy child who loves you very much and how could I argue with that." I hugged him tighter. My face buried in his chest. He took my head in his hands and held it back and looked into my eyes. He looked like he was about to say something when he suddenly kissed me. My passion from earlier reignighted and I forgot everything. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and devoured his lips hungrily. My hands ran up and down his back and slipped into the back of his pants and grabbed his ass. I broke the kiss for a moment and said, "Richard...I..." He interrupted what I was about to say by whispering fiercely, "I'm so fucking horny right now, Pam I can't stand it. I want to fuck you so bad I...." Then he grabbed my blouse and pulled in either direction. Buttons went flying as he ripped it open and buried his face in my cleavage. Kissing and biting my tits as he ripped my flimsy bra off. He began sucking my nipples and I felt my milk flowing into his mouth. I reached down and clumsily unbuckeled his belt and unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. I stroked it a few times and Richard stepped back and kicked his shoes off and shoved his pants down and kicked them off. He reached out and lifted me from my chair and practicaly threw me onto the table and pushed my legs apart. My skirt was pushed up as I spread my legs and Richard reached down and ripped my panties off and leaned in and shoved his cock roughly into me. I gasped as I felt his fleshy rod impale me to my core. My wet cunt squished as he plunged it inside me to the hilt. I felt his balls hit my ass and I grunted and groaned like an animal and gripped his tight ass, digging my fingernails into him. He leaned down and bit my neck and began to pump his hips thrusting into me, our bodies slapping together as we rutted like animals. "Oh fuck yeah.... fuck me fuck me..." I groaned, arching my back off the table and thrusting my hips up to meet his. Our hands were all over each other's bodies...gripping and pinching. His cock slid in and out of my wet pussy...filling it. We were staring into each other's eyes as we each felt the electricity flowing between our joined bodies. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit sending shivers throughout my body. "Oh fuck," he whispered, "the kids..." "Shut the fuck up and fuck me," I hissed. He leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues thrusting into each other's mouths as his cock thrust into my cunt. Slap, slap slap. Our bodies wet with our sweat smacked against each other. I could feel every vein and ridge on his prick as it slid in and out of my fuck hole. I was lost in lust. I loved the way his cock filled my hungry cunt and I spread my slutty legs wider...trying to get him deeper in me. "Yes, yes, yes...oh god I need it...I need your cock...fuck me fuck my cunt Richard...." "Oh fuck...yeah, yeah," he breathed, 'You fucking cunt...you fucking slut...you nasty bitch...take it...take my cock you fucking whore..." Richard was pumping my cunt so hard and fast I half expected us to burst into flames from the friction. My juices were flowing so fast that my thighs were wet. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. Richard reached up and pinched my nipples and milk squirted out and hit him int he face. He licked th dropplets from his lips and leaned down and sucked my tits some more. I could hear and feel him moan as he suckled me. I could feel the milk flowing form my tits...feeding him...it set me over the edge. "Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck meeeeeeeee suck my tits Richard. Milk me like a fucking cow. Suck my big milky tits you fuck ohhhhhh oh god I'm cuming I 'm cuming...you fucking bastard you're making me cuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm." I reached out and hugged him tight to me as waves of pleasure swept over my body. My toes curled and I squeezed my legs together and wrapped them around his waist trapping him inside me as my cunt spasmed and gripped his prick. "Oh fuck," Richard moaned, "I'm gonna cummmm..." I felt his prick twitch inside me and I welcomed it. I wanted to feel him shoot inside me. I wanted to feel his hot sticky cream flowing into my pussy. I wanted his seed in me. I reached down and squeezed his balls and ran one fingernail lightly between his ballsack and the inside of his thigh and he thrust hard once and buried himself deep inside me as he groaned and pumped me full of his hot love. I felt his prick squirt and felt the heat as his spunk splashed against my cervix. Another twitch of his prick in me and I felt another squirt of cream against the walls of my cunt. His fuckstick continued to twitch two, three, four more times..and each time I felt hot wentess filling my hole and then leaking out of me and downt he crack of my ass. I loved it. I loved feeling cum leaking from me. It made me feel so dirty and nasty and well-fucked, like a whore. Richard's cock finally stopped twitching and he lay on top of me for a moment, his dick softening in me. After a few moments he stood back and his drained rod slipped from my slit. He stood up and helped me sit up on the table. My blouse was ruined, stained with breast milk and cum and sweat - not to mention the torn buttons. Likewise my bra and panties lay on the floor in tatters. It looked like I'd been raped and for a fleeting moment another twinge of lust surged through my body and I hugged Richard tightly. I'd always loved being "taken" by a strong man. Being made to feel the helpless, vulnerable little girl and fucked hard and used. If I'd had one complaint about my sex life with Larry it had been that he'd been too gentle with me. there's times I like slow, gentle lovemaking but there's also times when i just need to be fucked good and hard like a slut. Richard certainly knew how to do me like that. "Fuck that was good. I needed that so bad," he whsipered in my ear. "Me too," I said giddily. He looked at my disheveled appearance and at the torn underwear laying on the floor of the kitchen. "Um...listen...Pam...I'm sorry I got a little carried away. I...just couldn't help it. I don't understand it myself. I just got so turned on hearing your story. Those names I called you...." "It's ok," I cut him short. "I actually like being vocal and being called dirty names when I'm making love," I explained. "You do?!" he asked. "Wow...Rita never liked to make noise when we had sex. And she hated when I'd try and talk dirty to her." "Does it bother you?" I asked. "No! I...actually...it turns me on," he said sheepishly. "Um...but what do we do about the kids?" he asked, changing the subject and helping me down from the table. I looked towards the kistchen door and remembered they were still out in the living room waiting for us. I wondered how much they'd heard. I picked up the tatered remnants of my blouse and wondered how I'd go outside looking like this, trying to forstall Richard's question. Richard took off his oxford shirt, pulled his tshirt off and handed it to me without saying a word as he slipped his shirt back on. I smiled my thanks at him and slipped his undershirt on. It was damp and smelled of his musky sweat and my nipples were clearly visible but it was the best we could do at the moment. Richard looked at me pointedly, "Well...?" he asked. "Look Richard," I said slowly, "We have two options here. Either we forbid the kids from having sex, in which case they're likely to do it behind our backs anyway, plus Chris won't understand why its ok for he and I to...um...play...but not ok for him to play with Mike and Mandy, or...we can...you know...let them explore their feelings and their bodies with each other." Richard looked thoughtful for a minute. "I...I just don't know Pamela. It...it just seems so wrong. They're so young...." "Richard," I asked gently, "When did you start to masterbate when you were a kid?" Richard laughed. "Oh shit...I think I found my little friend when I was like 5 or 6. I remember rubbing it while watching the Mickey Mouse Club on TV." He laughed a bit harder. "I didn't know why but there was something about this one girl mousketeer....Lisa! Shit, I hadn't thought about that in over 30 years. I can't believe I still remember her name. But I remember, she had boobs. I didn't know why I liked to rub my little peter when she came on but I knew it felt good. Especially if it was one of the episodes when she wor a tight blouse." He looked a bit wistful as he thoguht back to those childhood days. "Well, then," I said, "You understand that the boys are at an age where they're exploring their bodies. They've just gone a bit further than rubbing their little dickies. And what's wrong with that? Why shouldn't they know how and why it makes them feel good? Should they be ashamed like we were when we were growing up and our parents told us it was evil to touch our own bodies? Did we stop? No. We just hid it better...feeling guilty and bad about ourselves the whole time." "Yeah...I remember my mother caught me once and told me the usual bullship. I'd go to hell...it would make me go blind. Geez...such crap." "Exactly," I said. "And what about Mandy? Would it be better for her to hide it and get pregnant before she's even out of middle school? Or worse...catch some STD from an older boy like Paul? I'm not saying Paul has STDs," I said quickly, "But if we're involved, we can make sure neither he nor Mandy picks up something. And wahat abuot Paul himself? You know, if he got caught with Mandy he could wind up getting arrested and being labled a sexual predator for the rest of his life, just because she's under 13. You think that would be right? The boy's only 14. How do you expect him to keep his hands off a little minx like Mandy?" Richard shot me a look that I wasn't sure was angry or thoughtful. I thought perhaps I'd gone too far. But then he said, "You're right. I hate to admit it but Mandy is a gorgeous young woman. I see her turning men's heads when we're at the mall and I realized she was getting....ummm...curious...about sex but I never wanted to admit it to myself." "What do you mean," I asked. "Well...a few months ago I caught her spying on me in the bathroom. I never told her I knew. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to embaress her. I'm sure she was just curious about what men look like naked. And then a few days afterwards I happened t be walking past her bedroom and..well...I'm ashamed to admit it but I peeked in and saw her masturbating and....I watched." I laughed. "You naughty daddy. Did it turn you on?" I asked teasingly. Richard blushed and whispered, "Yes, it did." I noticed he was getting hard and I reached down and gripped his cock through his pants and he gave a start. His cock grew even harder. "Mmmmm," I purred, "You liked watching your little girl rubbing her bare little bald pussy, didn't you? I bet she was thinking about your cock as she was fingering her cunt...." I playfully squeezed his prick and he gasped. "Ohhhh fuck Pam...oh shit...I...shit...I was...I was turned on by her...by my baby girl and...ohhhhhhh fuck...you're right....I bet she was fantasizing about my dick. I'm sick..I'm..." "Shhhhhh...," I said, "Its ok." Now it was my turn to comfort him. I kissed his neck "You're not sick. She's a beautiful young woman. You said it yourself. Its only natural. Men are attracted to youth and beauty. You can't help it. Its only these stupid taboos from society that are making us both feel guilty about what we're doing when really, its the most natural thing in the world to want to help and teach your children and show them love." I took a step back and looked him in the eyes. "Richard, I dont care what society says. I love my son more than anything. I want him to grow up healthy in both body and mind and spirit. I want him to have all the joy that I can give him...that he can give himself. I have nothing to hide from him...never have...never will. when I open myself to him...I'm making myself vulnerable and giving him the only thing one person can truly give to another....myself...my body...my love." Richard gripped my face in his hands. "Pamela...oh god...this is crazy but...I think I love you..." and then he kissed me. Ohhhh how lucky could I be! To have found such a wonderful men as Larry and to have lost him but to have found another...equally wonderful man...as Richard...could any woman be so lucky twice in her life? We broke the kiss and silently made out decision. We walked out into the living room only to find all four kids fast asleep, curled up on the couch with each other. We looked at each other and laughed quietly. I lifted Mike and Richard picked up Mandy and we carried them to their respective rooms and came back downstairs and looked at Chris and Paul. "Why don't you two stay the night?" Richard asked. "Chris can sleep in the spare bed in Mike's room and you ...could sleep in my bed?" "I'd like that. Thank you," I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. We carred Chrissy to Mike's room and lay him on the extra single bed and then back to the living room. "What do we do about cassanova here?" Richard asked. "His parents must be worried," I replied. "It's almost one AM." "We'll have to wake him and I can take him home," Richard offered. I nodded and he gently shook the young boy and whispered his name. Paul woke with a start and looked from me to Richard. Probably expecting another attack from the big strong father of the girl (and boy) he'd been fucking. "It's late Paul. Your parents must be wondering where you are. I'll take you home." Paul looked around sleepily, getting his wits abut him. "Ummm...well...my parents are away for the weekend actually. They think I'm staying at a friend's house." "Won't your friend's parents be wondering where you are?" "Well...I sorta told them my folks decided not to go at the last minute. That way I had the house to myself and I ...well...I got to come over here and..." "And fuck my daughter and my little boy?" Richard said menacingly. Paul looked to me in fear. "Oh Richard, stop it. You're scaring the poor boy." Richard grinned at Paul who looked confused. Richard broke out in a laugh. "I've decided it's ok for you and my kids to...um...have your fun," Richard said. "You have Pamela to thank for that by the way." Paul looked schocked. "Seriously? You mean it? We can have sex?" "Yes," Richard said with a touch of feigned reluctance. "No really...you're serious?" Paul asked again. "Yes!" I said, "He's serious, now stop asking before he changes his mind." "But there's going to be some ground rules young man." Richard added quickly. "Sure sure! Whatever you say Mr. Morgan. I'll do whatever you say." Paul gushed. Richard looked the boy up and down and I could swear I saw a flash of lust pass across his face for an instant. "Don't be so quick to agree," Richard said throatily. "You may not like some of my conditions...."