Chapter 6 - Morning Exercise

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The morning sun was already streaming strongly through the bedroom window when Melissa opened her eyes. It took her a moment or two to gather her wits and realize where she was. Her right arm felt numb and her bladder was insisting on some attention. As she glanced to her right, she saw her friend Stephanie, her dark head lain across Melissa's arm, breathing softly in her sleep. With that, all the memories of the incredible day before flooded back, causing the red-haired seventh grader to smile wonderingly, shaking her head.

She reached out and gently caressed the side of Stephanie's cheek. Melissa's heart was full of such love for her friend – though she understood that after last night, they were oh, so much more than friends now. Lovers. Melissa tried the word on. They were lovers now. It didn't sound awful. In fact, it sounded very special, very secret, and very sexy. The memory of the way they'd touched and kissed, the way they'd egged each other on to outrageously tease first Stephanie's brother and then her father, and the way they'd shared their deepest, most guarded fantasies – all those memories filled Melissa's mind and reawakened her slumbering lust. She felt the familiar twinges from her cunt as she relived the most erotically exciting day she'd ever experienced and her fingers automatically found their way into her already-dripping cunt.

The nearly overwhelming pressure to urinate provided an unexpectedly piquant edge to her arousal, and she found herself wishing she dared to piss right there in the bed while she frigged herself. In fact, the thought aroused her even more; only the fear of the trouble it would get Stephanie in prevented her from acting on the impulse.

Melissa could no longer stand the aching numbness in her arm where her friend's head was pressing it into the mattress and was forced to work it free. The disturbance woke Stephanie, who blinked blearily at her before offering her a wan smile.

"What time is it?" Stephanie croaked. "It can't be time to get up yet."

Melissa turned over to look at the clock on the nightstand. "It's just after 8:00," she whispered. "You don't have to get up yet. But I've got to go to the bathroom."

Stephanie yawned and stretched, exposing her small breast mounds above the covers, then gave Melissa a shy smile. "I'll go with you," she murmured.

"Okay," Melissa agreed softly, her heart beginning to beat faster with anticipation and arousal.

The two twelve-year-old girls struggled out of the bed and rummaged around on the floor for the nightclothes they had quickly discarded in their erotic passion of the evening before. Melissa pulled on the skimpy green camisole that was the only nightgown her mother had provided and marveled at that all over again. She caught her reflection in the mirror, and realized that the garment was indeed so short that the entire lower half of her ass cheeks peeked out from under the silky hem, and any attempt to raise her arms above her waist immediately exposed the curly red hair of her pussy as well. She couldn't believe she had actually worn that into Mr. Muller's bedroom the night before. She clung to the slim hope that either Mr. Muller had been so distracted by his daughter's state of undress to notice (a strong possibility), or that she was somehow taller in the morning and had not actually looked so wanton at the time.

But Melissa didn't feel like trying to struggle into the skirt and blouse she'd worn to the dance though, so she gingerly stepped out into the hallway in her revealing nightie, nervously hoping she would not encounter either Brad or his father. Stephanie trailed along behind, but not before giving a playful caress to Melissa's bare bottom to let her know she had seen and appreciated the view. Melissa tried to glare at her friend, but spoiled the effort when she burst out giggling. They continued giggling softly as they quickly walked to the upstairs bathroom.

"Not locking it?" Melissa asked with raised eyebrows, gesturing to the bathroom door that Stephanie had pulled closed.

"I never do," shrugged her friend nonchalantly. "Nobody in the family does. I figure if anyone else is so desperate to see me on the toilet, then what's the point of making him break down the door? At least I closed it," she added dryly. "Lately Brad's been leaving it open a crack when he pees. I think he's been daring me to take a look."

"And do you?" asked Melissa, intrigued.

"Of course!" laughed the black-haired girl. "Every chance I get. I told you he's even paraded around a couple of times in the hallway without a stitch on, so why not? And sometimes I `accidentally' leave my door open a bit when I'm dressing, just to tease him – I told you that, remember?"

Melissa nodded and laughed, but also wondered if she dared to try something like that with Keith. Somehow, after the way they'd carried on with each other the previous afternoon, it seemed to her that merely coquettishly letting him catch a glimpse of her undressing was kind of pointless.

Melissa could no longer ignore the desperate demands her bladder was making on her, and sat down quickly on the toilet without even offering to let her friend go first.

"I'm sorry, Steph," she apologized as the hot stream of urine poured noisily into the bowl from the cleft in her cunt, providing sweet relief, "But I really had to go."

"It's okay," Stephanie smiled with a meaningful glance down Melissa's exposed cleavage. "The view's nice."

Melissa blushed, but daringly popped one of her soft, full breasts out of the plunging neckline and began to caress it seductively, gazing at her friend from under lowered lashes.

"Oh, yeah," breathed Stephanie, grinning broadly, her nostrils flaring. She quickly undid the sash of her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and standing nude before Melissa.

Melissa smiled back then wiped her cunt delicately. She stood up in front of the toilet and, standing very close to Stephanie, pulled her camisole off over her head. She bent down and gave her shorter friend a very soft, very wet kiss on the mouth, during which Stephanie hesitantly began to stroke Melissa's large, firm breast.

Breathing heavily as her arousal flared into renewed life, Melissa reluctantly pulled her lips away from her friend's, stepped aside and said simply, "Your turn."

With a sidelong glance, Stephanie took her place seated on the commode. She gazed up at the redheaded girl and said, in a shaky voice, "Thank you."

"For what?" asked Melissa, her eyes twinkling.

"For not freaking out. For still treating me the same way this morning as you did last night. For being my friend and my lover." There were tears beginning to glisten in the dark-haired girl's eyes.

Melissa found a lump had unaccountably formed in her throat and her heart was filled with such love for Stephanie that she couldn't move for a moment. She could only stare at the smooth, olive skin of her slender body, the way her black hair cascaded over her shoulders and back, the small but firm nubs of her just-developing breasts, and finally the dark, thick hair nestled between Stephanie's thin thighs. Overcome with tenderness, Melissa sank to her knees and wrapped her arms around her friend as she sat on the toilet, hugging her fiercely.

"Did you really think I'd change my mind?" Melissa whispered in Stephanie's ear as she pelted her friend's cheek and hair with kisses.

Stephanie took Melissa's head in her hands and stared deeply and intently into her eyes. "I hoped not. But it's all so new, and, well, a lot of people would freak out about the whole thing."

Without another word, she parted her lips invitingly and pulled Melissa's face in to her own in a kiss that began tenderly but quickly grew steamy as the two young girls' tongues flickered in and out of each other's mouth, entwining and wrestling with erotic eagerness. Their fingers caressed each other, roaming first over their backs and flanks, and then moving around to cup breasts and tease nipples into erection. Their breathing quickly deepened, and moans began to escape from their throats, muffled by their plunging tongues.

Stephanie pulled away from the kiss finally and asked, in a voice thickened with lust, "Would you like to feel me pee?" Her eyes glittered as Melissa gave a breathless nod.

The dark-haired girl took Melissa's hand from where it rested on her small breast and guided it down over her abdomen and into her pussy. Melissa could feel the moisture from the thick quim already oozing liberally out of Stephanie's cunt hole, and smiled in anticipation at her friend.

Stephanie gave a small frown of concentration, then relaxed as the first drops of warm, pungent liquid began to emerge and drop onto Melissa's waiting fingers. Melissa caught her breath in pleasure as a rush of erotic tingles ran through her in response to the fulfillment of her fantasy. As the stream of piss strengthened, Melissa began to slide her fingers in and out of the slit between Stephanie's swollen cunt lips, spreading the wetness over the entire vulva, drenching the thick, black pubic hair and working the slick mixture of urine and cunt juice all the way back to her asshole, probing teasingly inside the puckered rosette each time and eliciting excited gasps from her friend.

The piss from Stephanie's cunt subsided to a dribble then ceased altogether, but Melissa did not pause her obscene ministrations between her friend's legs. Instead, she continued sliding her fingers back and forth through the length of Stephanie's crotch, tweaking the stiffening clit, plunging one, sometimes two fingers deeply up inside the slippery cunt hole, and moving on to thrust a finger up her ass before returning and starting the process over again. Stephanie gave her kneeling lover a helpless grin, then closed her eyes and leaned back against the toilet tank, bracing herself with her hands against the rear of the seat, and spreading her slender thighs apart widely to allow Melissa unfettered access to all her sex.

"Ohhhhh, my God!" Stephanie kept moaning repeatedly. Melissa was delighted to see her efforts succeeding; her friend was obviously getting extremely turned on, because her small nipples had hardened until they resembled pencil erasers, her breathing had shortened to ragged gasps, her fingers were gripping the toilet seat so tightly that the knuckles were whitening, and she had begun to involuntarily roll her pelvis and arch her back with pleasure with each new lewd touch or penetration.

"You like?" teased Melissa softly.

Stephanie's eyes flew wide open to look at Melissa, and for a moment, she could only nod as she gasped and moaned. Finally she said in a voice thick and cracking with lust, "You – hunngggghhhh! You know I do, you bitch! Ohhhhh, fuck! I can't believe – haaarrrrggghhh! I can't believe what a slut you make me! Oh, God! Yes! Just like that!" as Melissa began to buzz her thumb rapidly over Stephanie's now-protruding clit while plunging two fingers all the way into the top of her young friend's slick vagina, the urine-drenched flesh making obscenely wet slapping sounds.

Melissa was becoming considerably aroused herself from the excitement she was producing in Stephanie. As her friend once again lay her head back with closed eyes, moaning continuously, Melissa leaned in and sucked one of Stephanie's small but very hard nipples in between her lips, biting down on it teasingly. Stephanie instantly gasped and threw her arms around Melissa's neck, pulling her face even more tightly into her tiny breast. Melissa could tell that her classmate was nearly ready to come, so she drove her fingers deeply into Stephanie's tight, slippery cunt hole and held them in while sensuously wriggling them inside the warm, wet cavity. At the same time, she began to gnaw on her friend's engorged nipple in earnest, biting as hard as she dared.

With a sharp cry, Stephanie immediately began bucking and thrashing violently, the lid of the toilet tank clanking noisily behind her as she began the throes of her climax. Melissa realized that they were making so much noise that they were likely to waken the entire household, but there was little she could do about it at that point. And besides, she was far too turned on by the situation to care very much either. She bore down with her teeth onto Stephanie's tortured nipple, eliciting a scream of pain and ecstasy from her friend's lips, while continuing to diddle the turgid clit between Stephanie's urine-soaked pussy lips.

"Oh God! Oh God oh God oh God ohGodohGodohGodohGod..." shrieked Stephanie, writhing spasmodically as she clung desperately to Melissa's neck.

Melissa finally relented and held her thumb still, pressed against Stephanie's clitoris. She could feel each new throb of orgasm pulse through the swollen organ, accompanied by rhythmic constrictions around her fingers buried deeply into Stephanie's virgin pussy hole. Melissa slowly relaxed her bite on her friend's tiny nipple, flicking the tip of it gently with her tongue as Stephanie rode the waves of her orgasm gradually back down to earth. The smaller girl groaned and gasped for breath as she surrendered to the consuming fire coursing through her young body.

As her climactic pulsations finally tapered away completely, Stephanie grabbed Melissa's face in her hands and plunged her tongue passionately into the larger girl's mouth, twisting her lips this way and that as she ground herself into Melissa. Melissa responded with equal ardor and greedily sucked her twelve-year-old lover's tongue as if it were a sweet Popsicle.

Finally Stephanie pulled away and began kissing Melissa's cheek and neck, whispering, "Thank you. Thank you, my beautiful lover."

Melissa kissed her dark-haired friend's lips tenderly before gently suggesting, "Maybe we'd better get out of here before someone sends in a rescue squad."

Stephanie's lips formed a surprised `O'. "Was I loud?" she asked sheepishly.

"Uh, yeah. You might say that," Melissa dryly answered. "I sure as hell didn't mind – I love to make you come and I don't care how loud you are – but your dad might be worried."

Blushing fiercely at the mention of her father, Stephanie arose without even pausing to wipe her piss-drenched cunt, picking her robe off the floor where she had dropped it and throwing it quickly around her shoulders. She stepped to the door and pulled it open with Melissa following closely behind after swiftly pulling her camisole back over her head.

Stephanie gave a startled squeak.

Mr. Muller was standing right outside the door with an expression that was equal parts fatherly concern and raw male lust. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts that were pitifully unequal to the task of concealing his monstrous erection. Both seventh-grade girls were unable to keep their eyes from traveling down the older man's torso to the impossibly large bulge between his legs, a bulge which was, even as they watched, straining against the elastic waistband, and threatening to pop completely out.

"Dad!" blurted Stephanie, "You scared me!"

Her father's eyes glittered with knowing amusement, but his voice betrayed his relief that his daughter was apparently unharmed. "Well, sweetie, you scared me, the kind of noise you were making in there. Are you all right?"

Stephanie blushed even harder but stood her ground, determined to try to bluff her way out of the situation. "Never better," she said with a demure smile. "I'm sorry if we disturbed you; we're going back to bed for a couple more hours, okay?"

Mr. Muller's eyes ran involuntarily down the length of his daughter's slender body, which she had not bothered to conceal by pulling the open edges of her robe closed. He gulped visibly as he took in the sight of her flushed and sweating skin, the developing soft mounds on her chest, and down to the glistening black hair of her drenched pussy. To both young girl's amazement, the head of the man's enormous cock slowly pushed its way clear of the waistband of his shorts unaided, emerging like the head of some fleshy, purple turtle from its shell.

The man noticed the girls' gaze then looked completely flustered when he followed the line of their eyes down to the throbbing bulbous cock head indecently and proudly exposed at his waist. He swallowed hard, and seemed unable to speak.

Seizing the moment, his daughter stepped close to him, stretched up on tiptoe to give him a short but very wet kiss on his lips, whispering, "Good morning, Dad. We'll see you later on."

To Melissa's astonishment, she watched her friend's fingers lightly graze the exposed head of her father's prick as she kissed him, causing the lewd member to twitch eagerly.

Not daring to wait for a reaction, Stephanie turned quickly and strode determinedly back to her room. Melissa gave the older man a wan smile, then followed, leaving Mr. Muller standing in the hallway outside the bathroom door looking like he had just been trampled by something. She pulled the bedroom door quickly behind her, and leapt onto the bed beside her thin friend, who had buried her face in her pillow to muffle her uncontrollable giggles. Within seconds, she was giggling alongside, turning her face into Stephanie's, their heads together on the same pillow.

Finally Melissa spluttered, "I couldn't believe how cool you were with your dad. I thought for sure we were gonna' be in hecka' trouble."

Stephanie shrugged. "I didn't really know what I was doing. I just knew that if he had a minute to think about anything, we would have been – in trouble, I mean - so I didn't want to give him a chance to think. `Course he looked a little confused to begin with."

"I know!" Melissa responded in a loud whisper. "That look he had on his face. I didn't know if he wanted to whip you or fuck you. I think `fuck' won," she added with another giggle. "Did you see his dick? My God! And you had the nerve to touch it!"

Stephanie gulped, "Oh, you saw that, did you?" She shrugged sheepishly. "Well, I had to do something to keep him from thinking too clearly about what we'd been doing in the bathroom."

Melissa gave her friend a penetrating look. "Uh, huh. And you don't think that standing there with your robe totally open was doing that already?"

Stephanie had the grace to blush. "Okay, so maybe I was just making sure."

"And maybe you just wanted to touch his cock again."

"Maybe," admitted Stephanie defiantly, "So what?"

"So nothing. I'm just saying," she said in a conciliatory tone. "I still can't believe how big your dad is! I never – I mean, I had no idea a guy's thing could get that big."

"I told you," Stephanie grinned mischievously. Her face grew serious. "I keep wondering how it's ever going to fit inside me. I mean, don't get me wrong – I still want him to do it, you know, to fuck me. But every time I see it, I get so scared. I know it's supposed to hurt the first time and everything, but..." her voice trailed off with a worried edge.

Melissa shook her head and said gently, "Steph. Look at this." She held up her hand with her three fingers held closely together. "I told you last night I put three fingers inside you. This is what I've been shoving up into you. And your dad, thick as he is, isn't any bigger around than that."

Stephanie looked at her friend's upraised fingers with appalled fascination. "Really? That fits inside me?"

"When you're good and hot, yeah," nodded Melissa with a wicked grin. "Do you think you could manage to make sure you get good and hot before you fuck your dad?"

"It's getting me horny right now, just thinking about it," Stephanie said in a throaty voice. "Do you – I mean, would you mind, putting your fingers in me right now, and tell me how many you've got in, just so I know?"

"God, Steph, you are a horny little bitch, aren't you?" Melissa laughed as she snuggled close to her young, slender friend and slowly parted Stephanie's robe, completely exposing her thin, pre-pubescent body. She slid her fingers teasingly into Stephanie's pungent, dripping cunt. "You already came so hard a minute ago you woke everyone in the house up this morning and now you're hot to trot again! And to think that just yesterday, you couldn't even stand to come more than once in a row!"

"It's your fault!" protested Stephanie with a sigh of pleasure as her plump young lover's finger found its mark and began to softly slide in and out of the slippery cunt hole. "You're the one who showed me how. Besides," she added as her breathing began to quicken in response to the lewd attentions Melissa was bestowing on her twelve-year-old pussy, "It's when I get around you, you make me get so crazy that I just want to try sex with you and everyone else all the time! Oh, God, that feels so nice. How many fingers is that?"

"Just one," smiled Melissa. She pulled the finger out to show her friend, and then experimentally licked it, causing Stephanie's eyes to widen. "Not bad," she commented with a secret smile for her young lover. "The pee gives it an interesting flavor. I kind of like it."

"Help yourself," Stephanie invited, her voice smoky with rapidly mounting lust.

Melissa grinned, then licked the next finger up and down as well. "Ready for two?" she queried, holding two fingers up together.

"Oh, yeah," breathed her dark-haired friend, arching her back and raising her hips eagerly to ease Melissa's reentry into her pussy hole.

Melissa slid both fingers in so easily it was laughable. She pushed firmly until the fingers were buried past the final knuckle, wiggling the fingers as she did so. "That's two," she said softly in her friend's ear. "How's that feel?"

"Oh, Mel, it feels great!" Stephanie moaned. Melissa slowly slid the two fingers in and out, wriggling them against each other as she did. "Holy shit!" gasped Stephanie. "What are you doing now?"

The plump, red-haired girl explained.

"Show me," commanded Stephanie. "Show me what you're doing so I can do it to you, too. You won't believe how great that feels."

Melissa pulled her fingers out and wriggled them in front of her young lesbian lover's face, demonstrating.

"Cool," whispered Stephanie.

Melissa held her friend's eyes with an intense gaze, then slowly, smolderingly licked the piss-tainted quim from her fingers, pointedly including a third finger in her tongue bath. "Ready?" she asked Stephanie, her eyes glittering. Melissa was getting incredibly turned on from this slow lovemaking with her friend.

"Yeah – but- go slow, okay?" Stephanie said, only a slight quaver in her voice betraying her nervousness.

Melissa just raised an eyebrow noncommittally, causing the thin girl to giggle a bit nervously, before slowly, so slowly beginning to push the three clustered fingers up into her dark-haired lover's sopping cunt hole.

"Ohhhh, my God!" Stephanie moaned. "Oh, my God! Wait – wait just a second. Okay, I'm okay. I think. Keep going."

By now Melissa had reached the knob of the second knuckle and could feel the opening of her friend's vagina stretched tightly around the mass of fingers. She remembered that the two times before when she'd had that many fingers inside Stephanie, she'd also been distracting her by diddling her friend's clit, so she began to slowly circle the firm, fleshy protrusion with her thumb.

Stephanie immediately began to squirm with pleasure, and Melissa found that, simply by keeping steady inwards pressure with her hand, Stephanie was effectively working the fingers more deeply into her cunt all by herself.

"Oh, Mel! It hurts, it really hurts, I can tell it does! But, shit! It feels so good, too. Huunnnnggggh! Oh, fuck, Mel! I think you're going to make me come again! Are they all the way in?"

Melissa gave one final thrust, impaling her friend's twelve-year-old cunt hole down past the last knuckle of the middle finger, grunting softly with the effort, "They are now!" She stepped up the speed of her thumb sliding back and forth over Stephanie's swollen clit, while continuing to hold her three fingers deep inside her friend's distended cunt hole.

With a sharp cry, Stephanie began to thrash violently as the climax began to sweep through her slender, twelve-year-old body.

"That's right, Steph," encouraged Melissa eagerly, "Come for me! Come all over my hand! It's just like your dad's great big cock inside you! You like coming with your dad's cock in you, don't you? Tell me, Steph! Tell me how much you want your dad's cock in you!"

Stephanie threw her arms around Melissa and pulled her close, moaning as she convulsed, "Ohhhhh, God! Yes! Yes! I want Daddy's big cock in me! Haaagggggghhhhh! Oh shit! Oh, God damn! Oh, fuck, fuck,fuck! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me with your big hard prick! Make me comemmmmmmmm...!" Her voice grew higher and higher, ending with a strangled squeak as her face screwed up tightly in the throes of a massive orgasm.

Melissa could feel each throbbing pulse of her young friend's climax as her vaginal sphincter tightened rhythmically around her tightly wedged fingers, and she continued to tweak Stephanie's engorged clit periodically while she came, causing her friend to gasp and shudder each time.

"N-no more! Ohhhh! Shit! No more! Huuuunggghhh! P-please stop! Ple-Oh, shit! Mel! I can't – Huuunnngghh! I can't breathe!" begged Stephanie as spasm after spasm wracked her body from Melissa's obscene manipulation of her clitoris, prolonging her climax unbearably.

Giggling softly, Melissa finally relented, slowly withdrawing her fingers from Stephanie's now-gaping pussy hole, leaving her friend to pant rapidly with relief, her eyes closed, and a soft smile on her lips.

Suddenly, Melissa heard a noise from outside the bedroom door. It sounded like a sharp exhalation of breath. It only occurred once, but she thought she could make out the sound of soft footsteps retreating down the hallway towards Mr. Muller's bedroom. Melissa gave a wide-eyed glance at Stephanie, but her friend was clearly far too close to unconsciousness to even notice. With a silent shrug Melissa heaved herself out of bed, tiptoed quickly to the door, and inched it open.

There was no sign of anyone in the hallway. But there, on the carpet just outside the door, was a fresh, quite large gobbet of pale, sticky semen.

Shaking her head in disbelief, she squatted and collected the gray, viscous cream on her fingers. As she was about to stand back up and return to bed, she suddenly froze. Mr. Muller's door was open just a crack, and she imagined she could see eyes watching her from the darkness inside his room.

Great, she thought, feeling her cheeks blazing with embarrassment. But with a grimace, she realized there was little she could do about it now. She briefly considered wiping the gooey mess on her fingers back onto the carpet, but finally decided that it would make little difference. If Stephanie's father had already seen her intentionally gathering up his jism from the floor, he would know that she was interested in it – putting it back wouldn't change a thing. Besides, she rationalized with a faint smile, maybe he hadn't really seen her, and she knew her incestuous young friend would want the opportunity to taste her father's come once again. The thought made her virgin cunt begin to ooze obscenely, and she quietly pulled the door closed – making sure it was latched tightly – and rejoined Stephanie on the bed, carefully holding her jism-coated fingers above her as she did so as not to drip any.

Stephanie opened her eyes to look at Melissa with a dreamy smile and asked, "What were you doing? I wanted you to lay here with me..."

"Your dad left you another present," Melissa answered, waiting to see her friend's reaction.

"What do you mean?" Stephanie asked, confused. "My dad? Is he here?" Her eyes widened as if she expected to see him there in the room.

"No, you ditz!" laughed Melissa. "God! You must have come really good, `cause you're completely out of it now. Look," and she held her semen-coated fingers in front of her dark-haired friend's face. "While you were getting off like crazy in here thinking about him, it looks like he was doing the same outside the door again, thinking about you!"

It finally began to register with Stephanie. "No!" she blurted. "You're kidding! Again?" Her cheeks began to redden noticeably. "Oh, shit!" she moaned, "He heard me yelling about fucking him? And everything..." her voice trailed off as she considered the implications.

"Seems like a good bet," giggled Melissa, "But I don't know what you're worried about. It looks like he was totally turned on by what he was hearing!" and she waggled her gooey fingers under her friend's nose. "'Sides," she continued with an evil grin, "You don't have anything to be embarrassed about compared to him. After all, you were just getting off in the privacy of your own room. Your dad was the one standing out in the hallway jerking off!"

A new thought made Melissa laugh out loud. "Can – can you imagine if Brad had come out of his room to go to the bathroom then and seen him?"

Stephanie chortled at the image, recovering a bit from her previous embarrassment.

"Your poor dad," Melissa went on. "It's your fault, you know, teasing him like that when we got out of the bathroom and then coming in here and orgasming like crazy, all the time screaming about how much you want to fuck him! I bet the only reason the poor guy had to squirt his stuff on the rug was `cause I'm here. How much you want to bet that if you'd been alone, he'd have been in here shoving that big prick inside you faster than you could blink!"

"Oh, God! You think so?" Stephanie asked, her voice grown strangely husky. She began to squirm in the bed, pressing her slim thighs against each other in blatant response to her arousal.

"Well, duh, Steph!" Melissa shook her head mockingly. "Shit! I've never seen two people who want to have sex with each other more than you and your dad! I don't understand why you don't just get up and march into his room right now and demand it – you know damned well he wants you just as much!"

"Oh, Mel," whispered her slender friend, "I really want to – I do! But I'm just too chicken, okay? Don't bug me about it – I'll figure out how to make it happen, all right?"

Melissa smiled tenderly, "Okay, my lover. I'm not trying to make you feel bad, really I'm not. I just can tell it's something you both want real bad, and I can't see why you don't just do it. But whenever and however you want is okay with me. I promise."

Stephanie threw an arm around her plump friend's neck and kissed her soundly and wetly, pushing her tongue firmly into Melissa's waiting mouth. The kiss went on for some moments.

Finally, Melissa reluctantly broke away when a cool sensation on her fingers made her remember the sample of Mr. Muller's ejaculation she was still carrying. "You're welcome," she said with a smile, a little breathlessly. "Now what am I supposed to do with Daddy's sperm here? Do you want to taste it again? After all, if you're going to be having sex with him from now on, you'd better start getting used to the taste." She proffered the slimy fingers to Stephanie's lips.

"Yeah!" whispered her friend, her eyes wide, "No! Wait – I've got a better idea."

She paused, and Melissa looked at her with raised eyebrows and waited expectantly.

Stephanie swallowed hard, then blurted, "I want it inside me. Put your fingers inside me again!"

"Really?" Melissa asked with raised eyebrows then grinned wickedly. "Geez, that'd almost be like him fucking you, wouldn't it? I mean you'd have his come inside you, huh?"

"Yeah," replied Stephanie meaningfully, her voice husky with arousal. She parted her legs, exposing her pubescent cunt fully, the lips puffy and glistening between the fringe of long black hair. "Do it, Mel!" she commanded. "Fuck me! Put my daddy's sperm inside me!" She squirmed impatiently, unable to contain her incestuous desire.

Melissa felt her own pussy juices start to ooze with renewed intensity at the sight of her young lover's unabashed wantonness. With a smoldering gaze, she slid up next to Stephanie's slender body and cradled her head. Gently lowering her lips towards her friend's face, she whispered throatily, "Okay, then. Here comes Daddy!"

Melissa placed three semen-coated fingers firmly against Stephanie's cunt hole and pushed, none too gently. However, between the slickness of Mr. Muller's come and the slipperiness of the already sopping cunt, Melissa's fingers slid into Stephanie's virgin hole with almost no resistance. Melissa easily buried her three fingers all the way to her palm, causing her desperately aroused friend to gasp and then moan loudly.

"Oh, God! Yes!" Stephanie groaned. "Just like that. Do it, Mel! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make it feel like Daddy fucking me!"

Melissa hardly needed additional encouragement. She pressed her soft, full lips against Stephanie's and kissed her long and hard, slipping her tongue teasingly in and out of her girlfriend's invitingly open mouth. At the same time, she began plunging her fingers into Stephanie's slimy cunt hole with abandon, thrusting rhythmically.

"Haaagghhhh!" cried Stephanie, breaking off their lewd French kiss. "Oh, shit, that feels so fucking good! Huuuunggggghhh! Oh, God! Oh, God damn! Yes! Fuck me, Mel! Fuck me with your big cock! Fill me up with your come!"

Melissa could hardly believe what she was hearing from her new lover's lips. Stephanie appeared to be actually fantasizing that Melissa was a man fucking her. Struck with inspiration, Melissa shifted her body gradually while continuing to ravage her twelve-year-old friend's yearning pussy with her deeply penetrating fingers. She worked her plump form up on top of Stephanie, carefully keeping her hand in position below her as she did. Finally, she managed to work her way in between her dark-haired friend's slim thighs.

Stephanie parted her legs widely to accommodate her red-haired lover, and obligingly wrapped them around Melissa's large, soft buttocks, digging her heels into the ample flesh and pulling Melissa in towards her. Melissa was delighted at the turn their mutual fantasy had taken, and pressed her own needy cunt tightly into Stephanie's with each new thrust of her hand. To her joy, she found that she was able to make solid contact between her own turgid clit and the base of her palm every time Stephanie pulled them together with her entwining legs. She gave herself over completely to the fantasy, and pictured herself as a very horny boy with a cock straining between her legs, thrusting into the welcoming pussy of his young girl lover.

"Oh, yeah, Steph," she grunted through the obscene exertions, "You like me to fuck you, don't you? Tell me you like me to fuck you!" She gave a particularly vicious plunge with her massed fingers, penetrating her classmate's drenched cunt hole so deeply that she could feel the hard knot of Stephanie's cervix. She wriggled her fingers for emphasis, eliciting a cry of pure lust from deep within her lover's breast.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Huhhggghhh! Huhhggghhhh! Huhggghh!" Stephanie could only pant incoherently.

"Tell me!" Melissa persisted. "Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want me to fuck you and make you come all over my big, hard, cock!"

Stephanie was obviously on the verge of coming, and could only manage to issue animalistic grunts between her desperate gasps. But she continued to dig her heels into Melissa's ass as hard as she could, forcing her larger friend's fingers ever more deeply into her tightly stretched vaginal cavity.

Melissa felt the first stirrings of her own orgasm beginning to build within her, but she was caught up in the fantasy of being a boy fucking his young girlfriend, and was determined to make Stephanie admit how much she wanted to be fucked again. Up to that point, she had been using her first three fingers to penetrate her friend's virgin twat. Now, almost without thinking, she moved her little finger up to join the other fingers, and shoved the whole mass as hard as she could up inside Stephanie's tightly distended cunt hole. She thrust her own pelvis savagely down into her twelve-year-old friend's, forcing the bunched fingers of her hand cruelly into the impossibly stretched opening.

This was too much for Stephanie's lust ravaged body. A piercing shriek burst from her lips that sounded more like a berserk steam whistle than anything human, and the dark haired young girl's body began convulsing wildly despite being pinioned completely under the weight of her larger friend's body. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her arms flailed and twitched as Melissa watched her seventh-grade lover's orgasmic spasms in concerned fascination.

Melissa had completely abandoned her attempts to continue thrusting her bunched fingers in and out of Stephanie's pussy and simply held them in place, tightly wedged as they were, while the smaller girl writhed and screamed beneath her. Melissa realized that they were again making enough noise to wake everyone else in the house, and thought briefly about trying to muffle Stephanie's shrieking with her free hand. But she was honestly worried about the intensity of the orgasm her friend appeared to be experiencing. She had never seen anything quite like it before, and was genuinely worried that Stephanie might not be getting enough air to breathe.

She realized with a guilty start that her weight might be contributing to her friend's possible distress, so she rolled off of Stephanie's thin, twitching body as quickly as she could, her fingers pulling out of the dark haired girl's cunt hole in the process with a sucking sound that was clearly audible even over the young girl's incessant shrieks.

The minute Melissa's four fingers slid free, it was like a plug had been pulled. Stephanie immediately stopped shrieking, and her body's spasmodic convulsions abated to the more normal level Melissa had come to associate with her friend's orgasms. Stephanie gasped for breath raggedly, but she no longer sounded as if she were in serious danger of hyperventilating. Melissa allowed a soft sigh of relief to escape her lips; she hadn't fully realized just how alarmed she'd been by her young lover's unexpected reaction. Stephanie's breathing gradually subsided, though she still hadn't opened her eyes.

Just then, there was a soft rap at their door.

"Are you all right in there?" Mr. Muller's voice inquired in a strange tone.

"Uh, yeah," Melissa responded, after a quick look at the man's semi-conscious daughter on the bed beside her. Stephanie lay motionless beside her, her eyes closed, breathing softly and apparently unaware of the interruption from outside the room. Realizing with sudden consternation that they were both completely naked on the bed should Mr. Muller decide to open the door, she quickly pulled the sheet up over them.

"Yeah, we're fine, Mr. Muller," Melissa went on, not knowing what to say. "We were just – uh, you know, well, we were - well, we're okay!" she blurted at last, feeling wretched about her inability to keep as cool as her friend was in a tight spot.

Now Mr. Muller did open the door and poke his head in, a dubious look on his face. He seemed disappointed to find their bodies covered with the bed sheet. Melissa didn't know what to say, so she said nothing, simply looking back at Stephanie's father. An awkward moment passed in silence until, to Melissa's great relief, she felt Stephanie stir next to her. She nudged her friend perhaps more sharply than was strictly necessary. Stephanie opened her eyes and looked at Melissa with dull curiosity.

"Your Dad's here," Melissa said in a low voice.

Stephanie turned her head and saw her father, who had stepped completely into the room. He still was wearing only the thin cotton boxer shorts the girls had seen him in outside the bathroom earlier, and Melissa gulped as she saw that his huge prick was partially swollen and straining against the single button which held the fly closed.

"Oh, hi, Daddy," Stephanie murmured in a dreamlike voice, raising her head slightly off the pillow. Her eyes were heavy lidded and her motions extremely slow, as if she were moving under water.

"Hi, baby," Mr. Muller said softly. "I heard you screaming. Are you okay?" His eyes wandered freely over the forms of the two twelve-year-old girl's bodies outlined under the thin sheet. Melissa saw the bulge in the front of his shorts twitch, and she suddenly felt very vulnerable.

Stephanie appeared not to notice, and said languidly, "I'm fine, Daddy." There was a long pause, and the dark haired girl's eyelids drooped. "I'm gonna' go back to sleep now, `kay?" Without waiting for an answer, she dropped her head to the pillow and closed her eyes.

"Sure, sweetheart," her father whispered, and Melissa saw an expression that was a curious mix of tenderness and incestuous lust pass over the man's face as he looked down at his preteen daughter. "Get some sleep."

He bent down and kissed the slender nape of Stephanie's exposed neck, a lingering kiss with glistening, parted lips. As he raised his head, his eyes met Melissa's. For one long moment, they looked at each other and for one terrifying, thrilling moment, Melissa was sure the older man was going to get into bed with them. Her heart began to pound in her young chest. She wasn't sure what she would do if he tried. To her amazement, she realized that part of her actually wanted him to try. She froze, scarcely daring to breathe while Stephanie's father bored into her eyes with his gaze.

But at last, he simply raised his eyebrows and said pointedly, "Maybe we can all get some sleep now."

Melissa felt herself blushing fiercely. At that moment, the unmistakable rhythmic creak of bedsprings was audible through the wall separating Brad's room. A droll look spread over Mr. Muller's face and his eyes crinkled. He shook his head and muttered, "Or maybe not." It seemed to Melissa that he was trying very hard not to laugh.

Without another word, he padded back out of the room and pulled the door closed behind him.

Stephanie was snoring softly even before her father had reached the door.

Melissa lay beside her slender young friend, waiting for the thudding in her heart to subside and trying to figure out what had just happened. Despite her relative innocence and inexperience, she understood that something significant had occurred, and she turned over all the recent interactions with Mr. Muller in her mind. Suddenly, the bottom dropped out of her stomach as she realized what it was her subconscious had been screaming at her: Could Mr. Muller actually have begun to be interested in her sexually? As a woman and not just his daughter's friend?

With comprehension, her heart began to hammer against her ribs all over again. So that was why his look just now unnerved her so. Last night at the dinner table, he'd only had eyes for his daughter, but somehow the older man had noticed something about Melissa since then. The kiss! Their kiss last night, the one that seemed to go on and on, the one where she'd gotten so turned on that she'd actually let him caress her tits! No wonder, she realized with a rueful chuckle. And then the way that she and Stephanie had been carrying on all night and all morning, waking everyone up in the house with their incessant orgasmic screaming - if she'd been deliberately trying to seduce the man, she couldn't have done a better job of getting his attention!

Now that she knew how things stood, she still had to figure out how she felt about that. Did she seriously want to consider having sex with her best friend's father? She knew she ought to be disgusted at the thought, and a part of her realized dimly that she would have been even twenty-four hours earlier.

But that was before she'd decided that she wanted her own brother to fuck her, before letting Brad basically finger-fuck her while Mr. Muller was in the room, and definitely before she'd let herself be drawn into the intensely erotic incestuous scene between Stephanie and her father, into kissing him herself and letting him fondle her breast. When she thought a minute ago that the man was actually going to get into bed with her, she'd felt terrified.

Or had she? Was it terror, or excitement? She honestly couldn't say. The thought of trying to take that enormous cock of his into her virgin pussy was definitely scary. But on the other hand she'd been trying to encourage her best friend, who was a whole lot smaller than she, to do precisely that. Hadn't she been able to fit an entire bar of bath soap into her own cunt without any physical discomfort?

Melissa pondered her feelings for a long time while Stephanie slept curled up beside her, her breathing soft and even as she drifted in heavy, dreamless sleep. After a while, Melissa concluded that it wasn't the idea of the physical act of fucking Mr. Muller that disturbed her so. One of the things bothering her was that Mr. Muller was a full-grown man – a grownup who seemed to want her in a very grownup way. Somehow, the thought of fucking her brother Keith didn't seem as serious and scary, and messing around with Brad, even to the point of letting him fuck her felt more like playing than anything really significant.

But once she actually let an adult man make love to her, once she actually let his huge cock penetrate her, there was no going back. She would never be an innocent young girl again. She didn't understand why it should make such a difference, but it did.

Even more to the point, Melissa realized that her conscience had been twitting her for even thinking about fucking Stephanie's father, let alone seriously considering allowing it to happen, when she knew how desperately her best friend wanted her father. She knew without a doubt that Stephanie would be crushed and betrayed beyond all hope of reconciliation if Melissa somehow "arranged" to be the first one to fuck Mr. Muller.

Melissa decided she could definitely wait until her young friend had lost her virginity to her father before she made any serious moves toward the man herself. In the meantime, the plump seventh-grader resolved to make sure she managed to get Keith's cock inside her eager cunt hole before Stephanie did. Maybe Brad too, she thought with a mischievous grin. But Keith first; definitely Keith first. Brad would just have to wait his turn.

Melissa could not believe what a slut she had turned into over the past twenty-four hours. A day before, the most she'd been doing was masturbating while thinking obscene but vague thoughts about her best friend's brother. Now she was not only making detailed plans to fuck Brad, but her own brother and her best friend's father. Not to mention that she'd spent the entire night in one lewd and erotic situation after another with everyone from her brother and her mother to Brad, Stephanie, and even Stephanie's father. The memory of all she had experienced was making her head spin.

It was also making her young cunt very, very wet.

Melissa desperately wanted to finger herself into several badly needed orgasms right then and there, but she had been spooked enough by Stephanie's convulsive and subsequently near-comatose reaction to their last round of lovemaking that she didn't dare risk disturbing her. Besides, Mr. Muller had made a specific point about wanting some quiet.

Still, Melissa realized, despite all the morning's obscene activities, Stephanie had been the only one who'd actually climaxed. Her own pussy was throbbing, nearly aching with desire, and all she could do was lay there in growing frustration.

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was already half-past nine. Maybe she could risk getting up and taking a bath while Stephanie and her family slept. At least in there she could make herself come a couple of times in peace and take some of the edge off her overwhelming lust.

She slid her body away from the slender form of her sleeping friend (and lover now, Melissa remembered with a tender smile) and eased quietly out of the bed. She stood and smoothed the thin, bright green material of the short and very revealing nightie her mother had so unexpectedly provided for her down over her full body. She caught her reflection in Stephanie's dresser mirror, and was taken aback by how much older, sexier, and downright dangerous the green nightie made her look. It cupped her full, smooth breasts, her hardened nipples clearly visible, and the garment descended over her ample tummy and rapidly developing hips, hugging her form in sensuous invitation.

Whew, she thought to herself! Maybe I'm more ready to start fucking than I realized. The realization gave her a flush of pride – and a deliciously erotic tingle between her legs. She hurried out of the room to the bathroom, though she couldn't resist practicing a few glances she hoped were both mysterious and erotically inviting. She couldn't wait for Stephanie to wake up so she could try them out and get her friend's reaction and advice.

She tiptoed down the hall, careful not to disturb the presumably sleeping Brad and Mr. Muller, though she felt a slight pang of disappointment when neither of them stirred. She felt so aroused and sexually desirable that she passionately wanted to be seen and desired. Once again, the transformation in her attitudes during the past day caused her to shake her head in wonder and bemusement. Here she was wearing a flimsy camisole that she would have been completely mortified to be seen in by anyone just a day ago, and now she was annoyed that an eighth-grade boy and his grown father weren't around to ogle her.

Still smiling at herself, she entered the bathroom. She pulled the door around and was about to reflexively pull it tightly shut and lock it, when she remembered what Stephanie had said about sometimes leaving her door open a crack to give her brother and father a peek at her. Feeling very daring, though she felt her cheeks burn as she did, she deliberately pulled the door so that it was just a hair short of touching the jamb.

There, she thought. Maybe Brad – or Mr. Muller (and that thought really did make her blush) – wouldn't notice that she was in the tub and barge right in. She felt her knees go rubbery as she drifted into that fantasy, and quickly decided that perhaps she'd better get in the bath right away. She turned on and adjusted the tap, set the stopper, and climbed into the tub.

Her fingers were frantically sliding back and forth over her desperately swollen clit even before she had fully reclined into the rising hot water.

 

Two blocks away, the morning sun filtered into an upstairs bedroom where two figures lay entwined lewdly amid oil-stained sheets. The light gleamed off Margaret Randall's thick, coppery hair and illuminated the smooth cheek of her son as he lay in her arms, his face nuzzled into her large, naked breasts. The boy still slept, but his mother had been awake for hours, gazing down at the form of her oldest child, replaying the events of the previous night over and over in her mind. The expression on her face as she looked at Keith was a strange mixture of tender devotion, smoldering lust, and desperate fear.

I slept with my son, she kept saying over and over in her mind. I slept with my own son. I sucked his cock. I swallowed his come. I let him touch my cunt and shove his fingers up my ass. I let him make me come. What's he going to think of me when he wakes up? I know we talked about it, how he shouldn't feel bad or perverted or weird, but what if he doesn't feel the same way this morning.

She knew she was supposed to feel overcome with guilt and shame at what she had done. `Normal' people would be horrified at a mother who seduced her own son. But strangely, she didn't feel guilty or ashamed in the slightest. The memories of the way Keith had touched her, the way they had shared each other's secret fantasies, the way he'd filled her cunt and ass with his fingers while she swallowed his hard young cock all the way down her throat, and the delight he'd shown when she shared the mouthful of his come with him – all those beautifully erotic memories filled her mind with a warm, loving glow that she knew she would treasure the rest of her life.

No, it was only the awful dread that her son would somehow regret their incestuous intimacy and turn away from her in horror and disgust that left a cold, hard knot in the pit of her stomach. And, she finally admitted to herself, it was the terrible fear that she would never again be able to feel Keith's smooth skin against her naked body, the touch of his fingers inside her cunt and ass and taste the silky steel of his erect prick in her mouth; that was what was most unbearable.

So it was that she had lain awake for hours, since the first light peeped through the blinds, watching her son sleep, wanting nothing more than to rouse him and beg him to make love to her, to touch her everywhere, to slide his firm cock deeply into her cunt, completing what they'd started. But she was frozen, terrified that when he awoke, he would start in shock and contempt, fleeing from her presence, wounding her more deeply than she'd ever known possible.

Keith stirred slightly and murmured something unintelligible before relaxing into Margaret's soft body once more. Margaret pulled him close and impulsively slid her plump thigh over his hip...then froze.

Keith's cock was full and completely stiff – and the tip of it was pressing firmly into her smooth, shaved cunt lips. Margaret gulped. All her previous fears that had tortured her for hours since dawn vanished like smoke in a fresh breeze, to be replaced by a white-hot flash of obscene desire.

A `piss hard-on', she remembered. That's what Joe had called it when he had an erection upon waking, though since the early days of their marriage it never resulted in anything but him lumbering out of bed to relieve himself in the toilet. But now, for what seemed to be the same reason, her son's incredibly hard cock was positioned perfectly between her legs. It would be so easy to have him right then and there she realized. All she would have to do would be to roll with him a little more and she would be atop him, able to guide his rigid member into her desperately yearning pussy and be fucking him like mad before he was even fully awake. The thought of it made her heart thunder in her chest, and she felt her breath quicken involuntarily.

Yet despite her nearly overwhelming lust, something held her back. She wasn't sure if it was fear that he would react in disgust and resentment, or if it was simply that she realized that if they were ever really going to fuck, if it were meant to happen, she wanted it to be because he wanted her, unreservedly, wide awake, and doing it on purpose. She knew instinctively that even if Keith didn't protest at the time, he would be offended that she'd taken advantage of him, not trusting him to love her when he was conscious. She knew it as surely as she'd known that he would love swallowing his own semen from her lips the night before, and resolved to trust her instincts.

But the decision did nothing to ease the trembling in her body and the urgent throbbing from her now freely oozing pussy where Keith's rock-hard erection pressed insistently into her swollen, moist labia. Margaret closed her eyes and groaned softly in lascivious frustration. Maybe she could just move a little back and forth against it. Would that be so wrong? And if his prick just happened to slip a little ways inside her, well, she couldn't help that, could she? She shifted her body as delicately as she was able, and gasped aloud at the sensation of the boy's thick prick-head sliding with excruciating slowness down the oozing crevice towards her vaginal orifice.

Perhaps it was some sort of tensing in Keith's body that made her open her eyes, but when she did, Keith was looking up at her wide-eyed, the lower half of his face completely obscured by the opulent flesh of her breasts as he lay motionless in her embrace.

For one long moment that seemed to Margaret to stretch for hours, neither mother nor son spoke or even moved.

Then Keith sighed and said in a voice filled with wonder, "I didn't dream it."

He doesn't sound horrified or disgusted! That was the first thought that seared through Margaret's brain, and an electric thrill of pure joy course through her before she could find her voice and murmur, "No, my love. You didn't dream it."

Keith pulled his face clear of his mother's pendulous breasts to get a better view of her face and body. His gaze passed slowly down from her face past her large, naked breasts to the dark crevice under the sheets where his erection continued to press into Margaret's slick, bald pussy, then back up to his mother's face again. He grinned broadly.

"You sucked my cock!" he blurted with a look of wonder and delight.

"Yes, I really did," Margaret said in a soft and tender voice. "And you really put your fingers up my ass and pussy and made me come like crazy."

"Wow!" was all Keith could say, shaking his head. But his grin stayed fixed on his face.

"Wow, indeed," laughed his mother, delighted and relieved.

Keith's face clouded. "Am I in trouble?" he asked uncertainly.

"You! You?" Margaret guffawed, "Are you in trouble? With me? Good God, Keith, I should be asking you that question! Am I in trouble with you?" she asked, her voice grown suddenly tight.

"N-no," he murmured, puzzled, "Why should you be in trouble?"

"Oh, gee, let me think," Margaret snorted. "How about starting with the fact that I'm now officially an unfit mother?"

"You are not!" exclaimed her son. "Don't say that!" He paused, frowning before a shy smile began to work its way into the corner of his mouth. "You're really not mad at me?"

"Definitely not," she reassured him. "Are you mad at me?"

"No! No way!" Keith insisted. "I just couldn't believe how, um, well, you know...what we did and everything. I just figured I was gonna' be in big trouble, is all."

Margaret laughed. "Well, you're not! I loved what we did together and really hope you feel the same way. As long as you are okay with it too, then nothing's changed from what I told you last night."

"Cool!" Keith enthused.

"I was hoping you'd say that," his mother smiled warmly.

A mischievous look appeared on the fourteen-year-old boy's face. He reached out and slowly and deliberately began to stroke his mother's large, soft breast in front of his face. He slowly twiddled her nipple, causing Margaret to inhale sharply with pleasure. She was acutely conscious once again of the boy's still-hard prick pressing just millimeters from her drenched cunt hole.

"So you don't mind if I do this?" he asked in a voice whose seeming nonchalance was betrayed by slight trembling.

"God, no!" the older woman sighed, feeling little electric tingles run between her nipple and her throbbing pussy. "I told you last night that you didn't need to ask permission. You can touch me any way, anywhere, anytime you like. If you do something that doesn't feel good, I'll tell you. And that feels very, very good."

She looked deeply into her son's clear blue eyes, and swallowed at the intensity of lust she saw mirrored there. At the moment, he did not look at all like a little boy. Keith continued to gaze at her with a sly smile as he slowly played with her now hardened nipple. His face gave her the distinct impression that he still felt like he was being allowed to have something he shouldn't and that any minute it would all be taken away again.

Neither of them mentioned their contact under the covers where the boy's prick was held motionless, firmly pushing into slit of his mother's pussy, though Margaret could not imagine that her son could be unaware of it. She desperately wanted to reach down and guide her son's hard cock into her hungry cunt, but she intuitively felt that it was important for him to make the next move.

She gritted her teeth and fiercely resisted the powerful impulse to rock her hips back and forth along her young boy's erection, resolved that she would encourage him only if he clearly indicated by words or actions that he wanted to actually fuck her. If he appeared to hesitate or stall, she would know he wasn't ready, and she would back off. For the time being, she promised herself grimly.

Her bladder, which had been trying to send her increasingly urgent warnings for the past hour, bubbled up in her awareness again, despite the distraction of Keith's fingers on her breasts and his impudent cock thrust against her newly shaved cunt lips. She hadn't wanted to get up and go to the toilet earlier for fear of waking Keith as he slept, and since then she hadn't dared to interrupt their erotic moment together. But she now realized that if her son didn't get busy and start fucking her pretty damned soon, she was going to have to do something.

The thought crossed her mind that she could always just piss right where she was, but she immediately tried to squelch that idea. Not that she was offended by the notion; far from it. Peeing and being peed on during sex had been a secret fantasy of hers for as long as she could remember. She'd tried mentioning it once to Joe, but the withering scorn with which he reacted kept her from ever trying to act on her `perverted' desire.

That same uncertainty about her son's reaction made her firmly clench her muscles between her legs to keep from having an `accident'. However, even that slight motion caused Keith's cock to slip a bit deeper between her legs, making Margaret gasp involuntarily. She froze, waiting to see if her son would seize the opportunity and thrust his young, rigid cock the rest of the way into her.

Keith's face showed no reaction and his lower body remained motionless but his fingers began to roam freely over the surface of both her breasts, playing with the nipples, circling the dark aureoles, and cupping the large soft curves of their voluptuous sides. Margaret was nearly screaming with frustration, and she felt hot tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Her son's touch felt so good, but she wanted so desperately to feel his prick buried deep within her cunt that it was all she could do to keep herself from rolling on top of him and impaling herself. She felt like she was being stretched to the breaking point, like a rubber band being pulled too tight.

Keith's fingers slid into the soft crevice at the underside of her upper breast where it sagged against the lower one. "You're all sticky," he commented.

Sighing inwardly, Margaret realized that this was probably an indication of her son's hesitancy. Despite the agonized protests of disappointment from between her legs, she rolled away from Keith and forced herself to smile reassuringly.

"Yeah, we made kind of a mess last night," she said wryly. "That's the only problem with massage oil – it feels great at the time, but in the morning..." She was struck with an inspiration. "Tell you what – why don't you go get in the shower. I'll be right behind you after I get this bedding down to the laundry." She deliberately left unsaid whether she intended to wait for him to get out of the shower before she got in, not wanting to spook the boy.

Keith looked at her strangely, as if he was trying to figure out what she really meant as well, but finally grinned. "Okay," he shrugged, "Man, I've got to pee something awful!"

"Me, too," agreed his mother. "So go on – I'll see you soon."

Keith rolled out of bed and strode quickly out of the room and down the hall towards the bathroom. Margaret watched his smooth young butt disappear, intrigued that he seemed to feel comfortable enough with nudity in her presence that he hadn't even paused to try to retrieve his sleeping shorts from the floor where he'd dropped them the night before.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch her son in the shower, she roused herself to activity, stripping the bedcovers and oil-soaked sheets and scooping up the clothing from the floor. She hurried downstairs and dumped the pile of laundry unceremoniously in front of the washing machine, pausing only to unlock the front door in anticipation of her daughter's return later, then practically flew back upstairs, not even willing to pause to empty her painfully swollen bladder for fear that Keith would already be done.

As she quickly ran up the stairs, the sudden thought that Keith may have locked the bathroom door gave her a stab of fear. She breathed an audible sigh of relief as she rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and saw that the bathroom door was wide open and could hear the sounds of the running shower. She smiled and wondered to herself if her son was trying to make sure she joined him. The invitation seemed obvious; she hoped it meant that he was as eager as she was.

Margaret was about to enter the bathroom when it occurred to her that Melissa was due home from Stephanie's before noon. Despite the nearly unbearable need to pee, she quickly ran first to Keith's room and then back to hers, collecting bathrobes for each of them. She might be able to explain the presence of mother and son in the bathroom together to Melissa if she came home while they were in the shower, but not if they emerged without a stitch of clothing on! She shook her head at the thought. Though she still found the thought of fucking both her children together totally arousing and fully intended to try to make it happen in the future, things were still at an extremely delicate stage right now. She wasn't about to risk it all by complicating the situation too soon. Time enough later to work on her rapidly maturing daughter, she thought with a brief, lewd smile.

She stepped into the bathroom, and carefully locked the door behind her. She could hear Keith moving around in the tub behind the shower curtain, the hot water filling the room with sound and steam. Margaret stepped softly to the edge of the tub, pulled the edge of the curtain aside and peered in. Keith stood there, rivulets of water running down his smooth, well-muscled body. His body was turned towards her but his eyes were closed, and the older woman allowed herself a good long look, reveling in the incestuous yearnings the sight of her son's body stirred in her. The boy's hands were slowly running over the front of his body, occasionally pausing to lovingly grasp his semi-erect cock.

Feeling a surge of hot lust spreading through her body from her still-oozing cunt, she quietly released the curtain and moved down to the other end of the tub. There she pulled the curtain aside and stepped inside. Keith heard or felt her presence and turned quickly.

"Mom!" he blurted.

"Hi!" his mother said in a sultry voice, smiling at him from lowered eyes. "Mind if I join you?"

"Uh, jeez, no!" Keith said quickly. "I – I wasn't sure if you meant, you know, when you said to get in the shower and you'd be right behind me..."

"I know," she chuckled throatily. "I didn't know if you would want me to or not, so I said it that way on purpose. But when you left the bathroom door wide open, I thought maybe it meant you wouldn't mind." She searched his face. "You don't mind, do you?"

Keith let his eyes wander down the length of his mother's glistening, rounded body, lingering on her large, full tits and her hairless cunt before answering. "I was hoping you would," he said simply.

Margaret's heart swelled, and she gazed into her son's eyes with a combination of tender love and obscene desire. "I'm really glad." She smiled and then leaned forward and kissed him softly on the mouth. To her delight, he immediately responded, parting his lips and slipping his tongue into her mouth, moaning aloud. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his slim, hard body tightly against her, and they swayed together in the hot wet spray of the shower for several moments, their lips and tongues sliding together lewdly while their hands ran up and down each other, exploring.

Finally, Margaret broke the kiss and said somewhat breathlessly, "Pardon me, but I have to pee so badly I'm about to burst." She stepped back from her son and spread her legs slightly in anticipation.

"In here?" Keith asked in a somewhat shocked tone.

"Why not?" snorted his mother, "Don't tell me you've never peed in the shower before!"

"Uh, no," admitted the boy, somewhat sheepishly. "I figured you'd be mad."

"Oh, for God's sake!" she laughed, "What possible difference would it make? The pee just runs down the drain!"

"I guess so," he responded, "I just always would get out of the shower to go in the toilet."

"Well, now you know you don't have to," his mother replied firmly. "Now, if you have no further objections...?"

The boy shook his head mutely, his eyes wide and locked on her cunt in fascination.

With a groan of relief, Margaret released the flood of hot, yellow liquid from within her painfully distended bladder, splashing their feet and making a large, amber puddle spread across the floor of the tub. She looked at her son, whose eyes had never left her crotch.

"Interesting?" she murmured, as the stream of urine continued unabated from between her legs.

"Yeah," nodded Keith in a frank tone. "I've never seen, you know..."

"A woman piss?" prompted his mother.

"Uh-uh" whispered the fourteen-year-old in a voice grown strangely thick.

His mother pushed her hips forward and pulled the shaved lips of her pussy apart with her fingers, causing the flow of piss to arc forward and strike her son around his knees and thighs. Keith giggled.

"Take a good look, then," she invited, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Keith gave her a wondering, grateful look then squatted in front of her so his eyes were level with her spread cunt. Margaret couldn't resist giving an extra squeeze with her abdominal muscles, forcing a strong squirt of piss to leap out and splash her son in the face. To her amazement, Keith laughed with delight, and reached out with his fingers to touch her lewdly displayed cunt right at the point where the pee was streaming out. When he discovered that he could stop the flow with his finger, he giggled with excitement, and began to play like a toddler, releasing it and blocking it repeatedly, laughing each time.

His laughter was infectious, and soon Margaret was chuckling and giggling as well while her son squatted in front of her poking his finger in and out of her cunt until she could squeeze no more streams of piss. Keith looked up at her, and she noticed that his face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. Their activity had turned Margaret on considerably, but it appeared that it might have been just as arousing to Keith. Could it be that her son was as excited by `golden showers' as she was? And why not, she reasoned? He was her son, and they seemed to share a lot of other turn-ons, including anal penetration.

Keith hadn't risen from his squatting position, drinking in the sight of his mother's pussy, which she continued to obscenely display by spreading it wide open with her fingers as she stood there, luxuriating in the relief of an empty bladder. "Mom?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Is this your clit?" He reached out and touched the swollen, purple gland centered between the shaved pussy lips.

Margaret sucked in her breath sharply. The boy's touch was electric! "Yes, that's my c-clit," she assured him in a shaky voice. "Why?"

Keith's finger stayed where it was, pressed firmly against the turgid button. "'Cause last night you told me to rub it, and I thought that must be what you were talking about. But I wasn't sure."

The older woman was momentarily struck dumb. The way her son seemed to instinctively know exactly how to touch her, how to please her, it was easy to forget that he was so naïve and innocent. She smiled at him tenderly. "Yes, son. You got it right. And you rubbed it perfectly and made me come so very, very good! And it feels damned good to feel you touching it now," she added huskily, trying to keep the trembling from her voice.

Keith grinned up at her and struggled to rise from his squatting position. She reached down and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. She instantly saw that his cock had sprung to full rigidity, standing up and away from his body proudly, its head swollen and as purple as her aroused clitoris.

"My, my, look at you," Margaret said appreciatively. "Looks like something agrees with you!" Keith shrugged, slightly embarrassed, and looked down. "Oh, for God's sake, don't be shy now," she added with mock severity. "That's one of the nicest compliments a man can pay his lover. I'm really glad I turn you on, and I hope I keep on doing it, `cause I have to tell you that you've got me incredibly turned on, too!"

"Really?" the boy asked, wonderingly, oblivious to the hot water that continued to play over his back.

"Really," confirmed his mother. She took his hand and placed it over her smooth cunt, pushing his fingers in so they touched her clit again. "Here, I'll show you how to tell when a woman is turned on, `cause I'm a great example of it right now." She flashed her teenaged son a smoldering glance. "Feel how big my clit is right now?"

The boy nodded mutely.

"Well, normally it's less than half that size and hides down between the lips of my pussy. It swells up and pokes out when I'm turned on and horny, just like your cock does. And it likes to be touched the same way your cock does." Keith took the hint and began to slowly stroke the length of the small, stiff gland with his finger.

"Ohhhhh, God, yes!" breathed his mother, responding to his lewd, incestuous touch. "Just like that!" She found her hips starting to rotate back and forth in involuntary response.

Keith smiled broadly, proud of his ability to please her. Margaret next moved the boy's fingers deeper between her legs into the slit of her cunt. "Feel that?" she demanded, "Do you feel how wet and slippery it is?"

"Oh, yeah! Man, you're really wet – just like you were last night," he added, grinning mischievously.

"You're damned right," she agreed, unashamed. "You had me really turned on then, too. And when a woman gets aroused, she gets wet between her legs. Hunnnnggg! Oh, my God! That feels so good!" She was beginning to have trouble focusing on the lesson she was trying to give her son; her knees were starting to feel like jelly and little jolts of lascivious pleasure kept shooting through her body as the boy's fingers stroked and slid in and out of her sopping wet gash. Her breasts heaved visibly with each gasping breath.

"Why?" Keith wanted to know. "Why do women get wet?"

"To make it easier for their lover's cock to slide inside them," the older woman replied. There, she thought, it's out in the open now. Maybe he'll take the hint. She studied his face as intently as she was able, given the increasingly urgent distractions emanating from her cunt.

"Oh," was all he said, but a faint smile turned the corners of his mouth. He was quiet for a moment, continuing to thrust his fingers rhythmically into her pussy, making sure not to ignore her throbbing clitoris. Margaret closed her eyes and put a steadying hand out against the tiled wall, the hiss of the shower broken only by her frequent gasps and occasional low moans.

When she opened her eyes again, her son was studying her large, globular breasts, whose nipples had hardened into dark cylinders the length of a fingertip. He looked up at her and asked, "Your, uh, nipples got bigger, too. Is that because you're turned on?"

His mother nodded, "That's right. That's another way to know you're making a woman get horny. Oh, holy shit! Hooooooaaaarrrggghhh!" she moaned as an especially intense thrill of erotic pleasure coursed through her. "You're going to make me come again if you keep that up!" She gasped for breath before continuing, "You like to make me come, don't you? Ohhhhhhhhhh, my fucking God! Yes! Just like that! Just like that!"

Keith had begun to diddle his mother's clit rapidly with his thumb while two of his fingers thrust repeatedly deeply up into her cunt hole. With his free hand, he began to tease her erect nipples and was delighted to hear her cry out in obscene joy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, Keith! Yes, son! Ohhhh, my God! Oh, my fucking God! You know just how to touch me, don't you? Haaaaggghhhhh! Hunggh! Hunggghh! Hungghh!" the curvaceous red-haired woman grunted. She thrust her arm out and wrapped it around her child's neck, pulling him tightly against her. She laid her head on his shoulder and whimpered into his ear, "Ohhhh, Keith! Ooooohh, God! Don't stop! Keep fucking me with your fingers! Fuck me, son! Fuck me hard!"

Keith was astounded to hear his mother talk to him like that. He still couldn't believe his good fortune in escaping punishment for what he'd done to her the previous evening, and now she seemed to want it all over again, and more. Could she really mean that? Did she want him to fuck her for real? The thought made his head spin. His hand was beginning to cramp from his incestuous exertions, but he gritted his teeth and kept thrusting his fingers into her cunt. There was no way he was going to let a chance like this go. His prick had grown into a raging hard-on, as stiff as he'd ever felt it, and now it was pressed into his mother's soft flesh, sliding easily up and down against the slick, rubbery skin of her thigh as he ground in and out of her pussy with his fingers. Her pussy! He was touching a woman's pussy, and she was letting him! Not just letting him – she wanted him to! He felt himself growing dizzy with sensation, every sense in his young, pubescent body overly stimulated.

Margaret was very nearly at the point of orgasm by now, and could only cling for support to her son's lean body, grunting hoarsely at each new impudent penetration by his incessantly thrusting fingers. The hot water from the shower soaked her head and face as it lay drooping over Keith's shoulder. Keith was beginning to tire considerably from the twin responsibilities of finger-fucking his mother's cunt and simultaneously supporting her weight. In desperation, he roughly heaved her to the side so that her back was pressed against the green tiled wall at the side of the tub, and pushed her firmly into it.

His mother accepted her new position without protest, all her attention focused on the deliciously lewd sensations that her son was eliciting from within her pulsating cunt. The soft rolls of fat that covered her abdomen jiggled in time with the obscene undulations of her pendulous breasts each time her teenaged boy plunged his fingers up into her quim-soaked hole.

With a more secure hold on his plump mother established, Keith resumed toying with her nipples once more, pinching and twisting them ever more tightly in an attempt to make the older woman react as she had before. Margaret's breathing was becoming shorter and more ragged, reduced to short, rapid panting between bouts of moaning and grunting. She desperately wanted to feel more and more of her son inside her, and spread her legs further apart to allow her child unhampered egress to her shaved pussy.

"More...more fingers," she gasped hoarsely, "Fuck me with all your fingers! Please! I need you to fuck me so hard! Aaaggghhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes!!!" she shrieked as Keith complied, bunching all four of his fingers together and pushing them cruelly into his mother's tightly distended vagina. To his surprise, they all fit, and he put the free thumb back to work on the shuddering woman's clit, forcing her back hard against the wall with his free arm.

Within seconds, Margaret felt the long-awaited climax start to boil up from deep within her, and abandoned herself completely to the erotic thunderstorm, trusting her son to hold her upright

"Aaaaaiiiiieee! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Haaarrrrggghhhh! Hungghh! Hunngghh!" she sobbed, her voice partially muffled as she buried her face into the nape of son's smooth neck. She twitched and shook as wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy crashed into her. She felt her toes curling tightly; her entire body alternately tensed and released spasmodically.

Keith held her with all his strength, partially supporting her weight on his fingers that still strained to push their way into her tightly stretched cunt hole. He periodically tweaked his mother's pulsing clit with his thumb, causing her to gasp and cry out each time. He could feel strong, slow contractions around his invading fingers inside her cunt hole; with each one, his hand edged in a little more deeply. Suddenly, he felt the wide part of his hand slip past the taut opening and before he realized what had happened, his hand was completely buried inside his mother but for the thumb, which he clamped down as hard as he could on her clitoris to maintain his grip.

Margaret's eyes flew open as a wave of pain that seemed to be mysteriously mixed with erotic sensation flooded her entire body, the result being a searing flame that was beyond either pain or erotic ecstasy. To her great amazement, a brand new orgasm launched itself on top of the old, still vibrating one, but this new climax was so much more intense as to make the first one seem like a light appetizer. She could barely breathe, and she felt her legs give way entirely. She grunted hoarsely, almost barking, a harsh, incoherent noise that did not even sound human to her son's startled ears.

Keith could no longer keep his mother's bulk on her feet. The best he could do was to keep her pressed firmly enough against the wall that the two of them slid slowly but inexorably down into the bottom of the tub together. As they collapsed together, the boy's hand popped free of the lewd encirclement in his mother's cunt hole. Only then did the impossibly incendiary level of Margaret's orgasm begin to fade to the point where she could begin to breathe again. Keith was squeezed in beside her in the tub, their bodies filling it completely from side to side, and watched his mother gradually return to her senses, though her eyes were still tightly shut. Both were totally oblivious to the hot shower water that continued to play over their flushed and heaving forms.

After several moments, Margaret opened her eyes and saw her son watching her with a worried furrow across his forehead. For some inexplicable reason, it made her laugh, a somewhat breathless giggle that grew into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. All the joy, wonder, and relief in the world seemed to course through her as she laughed. It was like all the years of pain and loneliness she had endured had been wiped away, that they had never been. She laughed aloud for life, for love, for the sheer joy of sharing her heart and body with someone whom she loved completely and who loved her just as unreservedly.

Keith had no idea what his mother was laughing about, but it appeared that she was unharmed, and he found himself laughing along with her. He reached out and stroked her side and they laughed, and she tousled his soaked and oily hair and they laughed. They laughed until tears were streaming out of their eyes, to be washed instantly away by the pounding shower water.

Without warning, his mother wriggled both her hands free from between their tightly wedged bodies, grabbed his face on either side, and pulled his lips to her, kissing him with an almost desperate passion, plunging her tongue deeply into his throat. Taken by surprise, it was a moment before he responded in kind, but soon they were writhing together in the tub, thrusting their tongues in and out past lips that hungrily, eagerly took each other in.

Keith felt his lust, momentarily dampened by concern over his mother's violent, orgasmic collapse, return rapidly, his cock swelling and growing by the minute. His mother noticed as well, and broke off their kiss to smile at him, a look that managed to be tender, possessive, and predatory all at once.

"So," she asked in a voice grown husky, "Now do you know how to tell when a woman's turned on?"

Now it was her son's turn to laugh. "Yeah, I think I do." His look turned serious for a moment. "Are you all right? I wasn't sure at first – I mean, I thought I'd hurt you bad, even though I was trying to do what you asked, but then you sounded like you were in pain, and when you collapsed, I thought – I didn't know what to think, but then you started laughing, and I thought maybe you were gonna' be okay..." he paused for breath. "So are you okay?"

She gave her son a lopsided grin, "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. But I'm sorry I worried you." She reached out to touch the side of his face. "I don't ever want you to have to worry about me. It's just that you turn me on more than I ever knew possible, and that last orgasm...whew! I don't know what happened myself, but I guarantee you I've never had one like that before. So I guess we'll just have to discover together how crazy you can make me, hmmmm?"

Keith grinned mischievously, and flexed his rigid prick against his mother's large soft thigh where it was pressing into her flesh. "And maybe we'll have to discover how crazy you can make me, too."

Margaret gave a throaty, evil chuckle. "Oh, poor boy. Working so hard to make his old mommy come and no one paying any attention to his great big, stiff prick?" She began to struggle to her feet. "Tell you what, my beautiful lover – why don't we get ourselves washed while we've still got some hot water left, and then we'll see if you've got any of that sweet delicious come saved up for us in that gorgeous cock, okay?"

Keith didn't need any further encouragement, and the two of them scrambled to their feet, grinning with anticipation. Margaret positioned her son under the main stream of the shower flow and stood behind him after first grabbing her favorite shampoo from the shower caddy.

"Let's start with your hair," she announced, turning his body this way and that to thoroughly wet his blonde hair, which was streaked with oil from their orgy in the night. She poured a handful of the perfumed shampoo and began to work it into her son's shaggy locks.

"That's a girl's shampoo," protested Keith as the scent of it filled the steamy compartment.

"So what? It's what I use, and I like the smell of it. I'd like you to smell that way, too. But if you really mind, I'll use something else."

"Naw, it's okay," shrugged her son, finding himself oddly aroused at the notion of smelling like his mother. Margaret smiled to herself as if her son's reaction confirmed a suspicion. She lathered his head thoroughly, then pulled him gently by the shoulders into the shower spray and rinsed his hair. She poured another handful of shampoo for a second wash and rubbed it in again, playfully sticking her fingers in his ears just to hear him squawk in protest.

As she massaged his scalp with her hands, she began to tease him with the rest of her body, grazing his back with her nipples and occasionally stepping close and rubbing the front of her bald pussy up and down against his ass cheek. Each time she did, Keith giggled and tried to push himself into closer contact, but Margaret would dance away, though a little more slowly every time. She was enjoying prick-teasing her son, and wasn't in any hurry.

She finished rinsing his hair a second time and took the soap in one hand, lathered up the other, and began to slowly and sensuously wash her teenaged boy's lean, muscular body, neglecting no part of his upper half. Still standing behind Keith, she began to nibble and kiss his smooth neck as her arms encircled him to lather up his chest and arms. She described lazy circles with her fingers around his nipples, finally closing in to diddle them repeatedly, eliciting a delighted gasp from the boy as they stiffened under her attention.

Moving down his abdomen, she moved her fingers close to, but never actually touched the boy's still rigid cock, vowing to save the best for last. Instead, she crouched down and washed his legs all the way down, moving back up the inside of his legs with slow, delicate touches that made him groan in erotic frustration.

Having completed washing the top part of her son's body, Margaret knelt on the floor of the tub to devote herself to his most sensitive areas. She soaped up the slim butt cheeks, running a teasing finger up and down the crack of his ass, a little deeper each time. Keith hungrily pushed his ass towards her, trying to force her fingers all the way into the crack, and she finally relented with a laugh, running her soapy fingers repeatedly over the tender anus before gently pushing a finger deep inside.

The fourteen-year-old sighed with pleasure, instinctively relaxing his sphincter to allow easier penetration, an action that did not go unnoticed by his kneeling mother. She reached around the front of him with her free hand and cupped his tight balls as she forced her finger all the way into his eager ass hole.

Keith moaned aloud, "Ohhh, God, Mom! That feels so good." His mother tenderly kissed his ass cheeks in acknowledgement. Feeling that the time was right, she moved the hand caressing his scrotum gently up to his cock and began to softly stroke the length of the stiff shaft, her soapy fingers slipping along the velvety skin. Keith gasped and covered his mother's fingers with his own, urging her to grip him tightly and jerk him off.

"Not so fast, son," she murmured, sliding her fingers from under his and resuming their gentle, teasing strokes. She wriggled the finger that was impaling him deep within his bowels. "We've got plenty of time."

The boy groaned anxiously. Waking up beside his nude mother and feeling his hard cock actually touching her cunt had left him extremely aroused, and when that was followed by finger-fucking the voluptuous woman to a gut-wrenching orgasm just then, the fourteen-year-old was nearly beside himself with lust. He wanted to come more desperately than he'd ever known possible. He began to fantasize about seizing his mother by her hair as she knelt there and forcing his steely rod down her gullet, or even pushing her onto her back in the tub and shoving his cock all the way inside her slippery cunt hole.

The thought made a sudden chill pass over him. He was seriously thinking about fucking his own mother! He wanted to fuck his mother! A day ago, the idea would have flustered him terribly if not disgusted him outright. But now, once the notion had entered his mind, he couldn't let it go. He stood there with the warm shower spray caressing his skin in a subtle counterpoint to the deliciously obscene caresses his mother was administering to his straining erection and her continuing rhythmic penetration of his ass hole, and imagined what it would be like to actually fuck her, to plunge his rock-hard prick deeply into that dark, oozing cavity that he had so recently reamed with all four fingers.

He wondered at the change in his perception, then remembered that it had all started with seeing his sister naked after he had so daringly pulled the towel from her body. The heady, unexpected events which followed – chasing her into her bedroom and flinging himself on top of her, feeling his cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass, the ecstasy and embarrassment of actually coming and squirting a load of come on her back, and her wanton lust in response, licking up his come from her back and even from the tip of his cock itself – had awoken new erotic vistas in his psyche.

At that memory, his obscenely stimulated mind began to include Melissa in his fantasy as well. He wondered what it would be like to slide his fingers into her cunt the way he had his mother. She would probably be willing to suck his cock, he realized, since she'd practically done so already. Would she let him actually fuck her? He began to dream of fucking both his mother and his sister, and the picture conjured up in his head made his knees feel rubbery. He moaned in lewd excitement and put his hands out to the tiled walls to steady himself.

His mother unexpectedly added a second finger to the first as it thrust in and out of his virgin butt hole, and the sensation of being obscenely filled up made an erotic thrill shoot through him, forcing him to inhale sharply, and his cock to twitch. If the older woman had not eased her fingers away from his cock immediately, Keith was sure he would have shot his load of come all over the tub right then and there.

Margaret was experienced enough to sense how close her son was to orgasm through the sudden contraction in his balls, and knew she needed to slow her touches on his cock if she wanted to prolong his lascivious torment. She was amazed and intrigued by how responsive the boy was to penetration of his ass hole, though she realized she shouldn't be surprised, sharing that same erotic sensitivity herself. The thought occurred to her that her son would make some man very happy, and she allowed herself a wry chuckle. It seemed as if both her children might be as sexually attracted to both men and women as she herself was. She wondered how they all might find partners as open and uninhibited as they.

Keith's balls had relaxed enough for Margaret to risk resumption of her slow strokes along his cock, which caused her son to groan in grateful appreciation. She continued to pump two fingers in and out of the boy's anus, burying them up to the palm each time and wriggling them for a moment within his rectum. A stolen glance upward showed that her child was enjoying her attentions wholeheartedly. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was bracing himself against the wall with his hands. He had spread his legs widely apart to give her unhindered access to his ass hole, and continually pushed his butt back against her hand with each inward plunge of her fingers in order to force them deeper inside himself. Oh yes, my son, thought the older woman, you are quickly turning into a total slut, aren't you? Just like your mother, she reminded herself wryly.

Margaret decided she'd forced her randy young son to endure teasing long enough. Besides, she was getting aroused enough herself that she was beginning to long for the taste of his hot, thick semen in her mouth. She moved around to his front, waddling awkwardly on her knees until his proud, stiff cock was standing in all its purple, throbbing glory right in front of her eyes. She rinsed the remaining soap off it carefully.

"Are you going to suck it?" asked Keith eagerly.

"Would you like me to?" asked his mother innocently.

"Yeah!" came the immediate reply, "Just like you did last night."

"Are you sure?" she teased.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he affirmed, a whining note creeping into his voice.

"Then tell me!" she demanded.

"Tell you? Tell you what?" Keith asked, puzzled.

"Tell me you want me to suck your cock," she explained in a voice grown thick with arousal. "Tell me what you want me to do and how you want me to do it. I want to hear you say it!"

"I want you to suck my cock, Mom," the young boy said firmly, his eyes wide. "And I want you to suck it all the way into your mouth like you did last night, and I want you to make me come in your mouth!"

"Oooohhh!" cooed his mother, "That sounds very nice, and I love for you to tell me what you want me to do to you. Is there anything else you want me to do?"

There was an imperceptible paused before he answered, in a much softer voice, "And I want you to kiss me with your mouth full of come like you did last night."

"That sounds very sexy and very good!" Margaret assured him, looking up at him with a smile and smoldering eyes. "And would you like me to keep finger-fucking your ass while I suck you?"

"Oh, yeah!" Keith breathed, already so turned on by their obscene conversation that he was afraid he might actually come before his mother's lips even touched his prick.

"All right, then," his mother said simply, and she bent her head forward, pulled her son's large, rigid cock down to her lips, inhaled deeply, and took the head softly into her mouth. Keith sighed in relief and pleasure, the sigh ending in a moan as his mother's lips continued to work down the length of his prick until they were nestled firmly in the curly pubic hairs at its base.

Margaret began a slow, lascivious blowjob on her son, swallowing his unbelievably stiff prick all the way down her throat and holding it there for as long as she could hold her breath. At the same time, she slid her two fingers as far as she possibly could past the boy's anal rosette, pushing against his semen glands, urging them to erupt. Within a minute, Keith was gasping and moaning, and she knew that he was going to fill her mouth with his salty jism any moment.

She was totally oblivious to the flood of warm water that poured onto her head from the shower as she knelt before her teenaged boy; all her focus was on his cock and his ass, anxious to feel his orgasm. So she was momentarily startled when she felt Keith's hands on her head and the fragrance of her shampoo filling the air. He was shampooing her hair while she sucked him, she realized! It was such a loving and tender gesture that she had to pause for a brief time to wait for the lump in her throat which had unaccountably formed to recede.

She looked up at her child. "Oh, God, Keith! That's so sweet, and it feels really good." A mischievous twinkle gleamed in her eye. "I might just ask you to shampoo my hair like this every morning." She slowly slid her lips down the entire length of his erect shaft once more.

"Ohhhhhhh, God!" sighed Keith, "That would be great. I'd love to do it."

I'll just bet you would, you horny little boy, she thought to herself with a smile. But then, who are you to talk, she asked herself? You know you'd love it even more than he would. Just then, she felt her son's balls pull up tight and devoted herself to her work, knowing that he was seconds from blowing his load in her mouth.

"Huunnggghhh!" Keith grunted, "I-I'm starting to come, Mom! Ohhhhh, shit! Oh, fuck! Aaaaaggggghhhh!" he bellowed loudly. And with violent jerk, he pulled her head tightly into his body, forcing his erupting prick deeply down her esophagus. A flood of thick liquid filled his mother's throat, nearly gagging her.

Margaret fought a brief moment of panic and forced herself to relax. Gradually, she was able to pull her head back from her son's rhythmically pulsing cock to the point where only the head was in her mouth. From that position she was able to breathe through her nose and capture the remainder of his spurting jism without losing it down her throat. She continued to milk his long cock and pushed her fingers as deeply as possible into his clenched anal sphincter to squeeze his semen glands from within. She marveled at the way she could feel his orgasmic contractions shuddering through both his cock and deep within his bowels.

Though she kept her lips firmly sealed around her young son's squirting prick, she made soft encouraging sounds to him from deep within her throat. For his part, Keith's groans gradually began to subside, and his entire body slumped as if air had been partially let out of an inflatable figure. He still held his mother's head between his hands in front of him, the shower stream now having rinsed most of her shampoo from her hair. She gave his rapidly shrinking cock one long squeeze to pull all the remaining drops of his incestuous semen into her waiting mouth, then released it, slipping her fingers from his anus, and struggling to her feet.

Keith was smiling weakly in anticipation and she did not disappoint her son. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth wide. "'Ick it ou' o' my mouf, `ove," she invited, her words distorted by the need to keep the large gob of semen held in her mouth.

Her son grinned in amusement, but wasted no time in plunging his tongue into his mother's open mouth, swirling it around, and lapping up what he could. He dripped rather a bit of it down his chin, and Margaret giggled before sticking out her own tongue and licking the dribble away. This effort caused another large drop of viscous semen to escape from her mouth, and it was her son's turn to suck the renegade drip off his mother's chin. They quickly fell into a game, both giggling as one would deliberately allow some of the pungent jism to run down their chin so the other could lick it up.

As the last drops of semen disappeared, swallowed surreptitiously, Margaret suspected, a bit at a time by her come-loving son, she reached down and caressed his cock and balls lovingly. "All better now?" she cooed in a low voice.

"Much better," agreed Keith with a languid smile. He reached out and scrubbed a bit of remaining shampoo from her hair with his fingers. "How about you?"

"That was definitely the best hair wash I've ever had," she said warmly, "And the `crème rinse' at the end was the best part."

Keith laughed, but then a look of disappointment crossed his face. "The water's starting to get cold," he noted.

Margaret had to agree, and bent down to pick of the bar of soap that had been forgotten where it lay on the floor of the tub. She quickly washed the remaining oily patches on her skin herself, knowing that if she let Keith touch her body right then, she would be wanting nothing but to feel his touch between her legs again. Motherly sense took over as she realized that she needed to get her young stud of a son some breakfast soon.

She turned off the shower, and gratefully accepted the towel Keith thoughtfully proffered, returning the favor by using it to dry him off first. Her son laughed, but allowed her to pat him dry, then grabbed another towel off the bar and rubbed his mother's creamy skin until it was dry and glistening. He even held his hand out to assist her in stepping out of the tub.

"Such a gallant young gentleman," she laughed, inordinately pleased by his courtesy.

He blushed, but then answered in an intense voice, "Such a sexy young woman."

Margaret stopped in her tracks, and gulped. She looked her son straight in the face to see if he was mocking her, but there was no guile there. Now it was her turn to blush, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you, son," she whispered, nearly choked with emotion. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. Ever. And I can't remember anyone ever saying anything remotely like it – and meaning it."

"Well, I do mean it," the boy answered seriously, though his eyes glittered.

"I know," she said softly, and caressed the side of his face softly. "I can't tell you how much that means to me."

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't notice it before now," he admitted in a hesitant tone. "It was actually Melissa who pointed it out to me."

If Margaret was stunned before, this latest tidbit floored her completely. "Wh- what did you say? How? I-I mean, what did she say?"

Keith mumbled, "I think it was something like, `Mom's only thirty-two years old and a damn sexy woman, in case you hadn't noticed'". He was suddenly nervous, not wanting to answer too many questions about how the subject came up in the first place. So he quickly added, "So I noticed. She's right."

Margaret could only shake her head in wonder, not knowing what to say. The idea that her daughter thought of her as sexy filled her with a rush of secret longing and desire. Now that her son was well and truly her lover (well, one last little bridge to cross, she admitted, but time enough for that soon), her mind was already working on how she could reach the same sort of arrangement with Melissa. But, she reminded herself, right now her son was standing in front of her looking very gorgeous but very naked.

"Well, thank you very much, my love," she smiled lovingly at Keith. "I'm glad you both think so. But speaking of your sister, you'd probably better put this on before we step outside, hmmm?" She held out the red flannel bathrobe she'd gathered from his room.

Keith gave her a wry grin. "Yeah, I guess you're right. You too, huh?" he gestured to her robe hanging on the bathroom door hook. "Allow me."

He took her robe down and held it open for her before shrugging into his own. She noticed with amusement that he barely tied it closed, leaving a large amount of chest and legs visible. Oh dear, she thought wryly, I've created a monster. But she let it pass without comment, and even allowed her own robe to fall open a bit more than usual, to give him a taste of his own medicine.

She held up a cautionary hand as Keith was about to open the door. "Better let me go out first and make sure the coast is clear." She leaned over to him and gave him a long, wet kiss, sucking his lip into her mouth before releasing him. "Thank you again, Keith - for last night, for this morning, for everything."

He smiled and his eyes crinkled delightfully. "Thank you, Mom. Would it be okay if...?" his voice trailed off uncertainly.

"What?" she encouraged. "Would what be okay? Anything you want, sweetheart."

"Well, I just wondered if maybe we could do this again sometime?" he said with a lopsided smile.

Margaret burst out laughing. "Oh, my dear, sweet boy! Of course we can. We will! Whenever you'd like. You didn't think I was going to let you get away with pleasing me like that just once did you? Or was it more like four or five times? I lost count," she added with a wicked grin. She reached inside his robe and boldly fondled the warm flesh of his cock. "You just keep the big guy here ready, and I'll be ready for him, too, I promise."

Keith gulped, but grinned in relief. His mother was intrigued to notice that his prick was already starting to grow in her hand. Good God! Was the boy inexhaustible? She fiercely squelched the temptation to drag him back to her bedroom and make him fuck her on the spot.

Instead, she quickly pulled her hand back and said, "Breakfast. You need breakfast. Don't you have a race this afternoon?"

"Yeah, at 2:00," he admitted, though he looked a bit crestfallen when she removed her hand from inside his robe.

"Well then, you need to build up your strength again after the workout you had this morning. I'll head downstairs and rustle something up in no time."

With one backwards smile, she opened the door and poked her head out. Seeing no sign of Melissa, she stepped out and headed down the stairs.

Halfway down, she froze.

Standing in the entryway at the base of the stairs was Melissa. She barely had time to register that her daughter was wearing the same white blouse she had been wearing when she left the evening before, only now for some reason her breasts and nipples were almost completely visible through the material. But she had no opportunity to analyze the impression, for there was another figure standing next to her.

Mr. Muller was standing at the foot of her stairs, looking up at her with a slight smile and the deepest, gray eyes she had ever seen.