Date: Thu, 30 May 2013 14:23:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Marsh Subject: Watch Me - Chapter 4 ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. Just know that your feedback is appreciated!!*** Watch Me – Chapter 4 When Mom came to pick me up from Ryan's house, I struggled with telling her what had just happened. I wondered if Mom would be mad at me for taking advantage of them, especially since Sara is so young. I guess I was a little too quiet because Mom noticed. "What's up, Mark?" Mom asked. "Why are you so quiet?" "I did some sex stuff with Ryan." I said and then waited for her reaction. "Oh?" She asked. We exchanged a glance and then it was quiet for a bit. It was difficult to tell what she was thinking because she was staring straight ahead as she drove the car. "Did something bad happen?" Mom asked, reluctantly. "No. It felt really good." I answered, watching her straight face, "I wasn't sure if you wanted to know that kind of stuff." I was relieved when she smiled and chuckled. I felt Mom's hand on my leg and she squeezed my inner thigh. "I would love to hear everything that happens when it involves you." Mom assured me. "Okay." I said with a smile. "We masturbated together in Ryan's living room. We kept pulling our shorts down trying not to get caught by his Dad." Mom laughed again and then she said, "I think you get that from me; taking risks. Did he catch you?" "He almost did, one time." I gulped and then added, "But his sister caught us." "Uh-oh!" Mom said, with wide eyes. "And then what happened?" I paused before answering, wondering if I should lie to her. Finally I said, "She got to feel good too." Mom's jaw dropped and she asked, "Little Sara? She's barely five..." I cringed in my seat, "Yes." "Tell me what happened." Mom demanded. I got butterflies in my stomach as I thought about how much trouble I might be in. Mom pulled into a parking lot at a strip mall and then she watched me. I told her about how scared I was that Sara would tattle on us if we didn't include her. I explained how I masturbated Sara and then my voice shook as I told her about setting Sara on Ryan's lap. "Ryan was okay with this?" Mom asked. "Yes." I answered. "Are you mad?" "No." She said, "It sounds like you had fun. As long as no one was forced into anything, I guess it's okay." I took a deep breath, feeling good that I told her, but also wondering what she was thinking. Mom brushed her fingers through my hair and she kissed my forehead. "Do you and Ryan do sex stuff like that a lot?" Mom asked. "We masturbate together and sometimes we hump each other until we have our orgasms." I answered. Mom shuddered with pleasure and smiled a little. "Have you guys ever done that when he was over for a sleepover?" "Yes." I replied, seeing the excited look on her face. "Wow." Mom sighed. "Do you like that?" I asked. "I do." She answered. "I wouldn't mind seeing you two doing that together. Maybe next time you can leave your door open a crack or something." "Okay." I said, feeling a hot rush. "It would be neat knowing someone is watching. Maybe you could walk in and catch us." "That would be something that you and I might enjoy, but I don't think it would be a good experience for Ryan. Not everyone gets turned on by getting caught, or taking risks." "It would be neat though." "Yeah." Mom said, "Next time you have him over, we'll plan something beforehand." "Okay." I agreed with a wide grin. Before heading home, Mom stopped by a Chinese restaurant to get some take-out. She wanted to have a special dinner since it was our last night together before I had to stay at Dad's house again. At the house we fumbled eating our food with chop sticks and we laughed together. As we got full from too much Chinese food, I contemplated asking Mom some questions about Dad. I wondered if Mom would be willing to talk sexually about her ex-husband. "Do you think Dad would ever do sex stuff with me?" I asked. "You little perv." Mom said with a light chuckle. "I think your Dad is very different than I am. It would take a miracle, or at least a lot of alcohol, to get him to do anything sexual with his own son." "Oh." I said, letting my shoulders slump. Mom crumpled her napkin and threw it on her plate. "Maybe you can do what you did with me..." "What?" I asked, sitting up. "Ask him for the sex-talk." Mom added, as she gathered the take-out boxes and dishes. "He probably won't want to do anything sexual, but you could at least talk with him about sex stuff." "How big is his dick?" I asked. Mom gathered my half full plate and scooped the left overs into the take-out box. "When he's hard, your dad is about this thick and this long." She made a `c' with her index finger and thumb, showing me that Dad's dick was about 2.5 inches wide, and then she held the tips of her fingers apart to show that his length was about 8 inches. "Oh." I gulped, hoping that my cock would be that big someday. Mom cleared the table and started rinsing dishes in the sink before putting them in the dishwasher. I helped her by putting the left-overs in the refrigerator and wiping down the table. "Did you and Dad ever do anything risky together?" I inquired. Mom put a cup in the dishwasher and she was quiet before she finally answered. "You can't tell him that I told you this." "I promise." I quickly agreed. "When we were still dating, I think we were both about twenty years old, I convinced him to let your uncle Carl watch us while we had sex." "Awesome!" I said. "How old was Uncle Carl?" I asked, recalling that he was the youngest brother in Dad's family. "He was only thirteen." Mom said, looking embarrassed. "Wow. Tell me what happened." I begged her. "Okay, but let's finish putting all of this away." Mom said, referring to the dishes. Mom laughed as I rushed to finish washing dishes and cleaning everything up. When all of the cleaning was done, Mom and I sat in the living room with the tv off. Mom appeared amused at my eagerness to get on with the story she had to tell. "Your father was home on the weekend from college and when he was home he shared the bedroom with his brother, your Uncle Carl. It was about eleven at night but your grandparents were still awake and watching tv in the living room. I had to sneak in through the bedroom window and, as long as we were quiet, they never knew that I was there. Carl would put the stereo on loud enough to cover our whispers. Your dad and I would sit on one bed and hold each other or make out while Carl lay on the other bed reading or working on his drawings. We would usually wait until Carl was asleep to start having fun, but I was getting really turned on and I wanted to do it sooner. I made sure your father kept drinking beers that were hidden under the bed because he was more open to try things with alcohol. We were making out on the bed and I kept rubbing at his hard-on in his pants. He kept telling me to stop, but after a while he wanted me to do it more. We whispered an argument about not letting his little brother see us. Finally I got your dad so worked up that it seemed like he would do anything. I think the alcohol helped to loosen him up too. "I pulled your dad's hard-on out of his pants and I saw Carl look over and then look away. Your Dad tried to get me to stop, but he didn't try very hard. I said loud enough for Carl to hear, `Let him watch us do it. He won't tell', your father and Carl looked like they were unsure about it. I was still rubbing your Dad's cock and finally he gave in. I winked at Carl, seeing his surprised face. Your dad lay back on the bed and let me pull his pants down. He stared up at the ceiling while telling his little brother that he could watch, but he had to keep quiet. Carl looked so nervous, but he agreed and continued watching us. I was even more turned on because we were being watched. I loved that it was my boyfriend's brother that was watching. It made it feel naughty. "You should have seen your Uncle Carl's face when he saw his older brother's cock flop out as I began jacking him. Your dad was really embarrassed, but as I continued to make him feel good, he loosened up. As we kept going, I removed more of my clothing. Carl looked away when I took my shirt off, but he couldn't help but stare at my tits when I removed my bra. I told him that it was okay to look and finally he did. His sketch book was covering his crotch, but I was sure he had a hard-on. "I jumped off the bed to remove my jeans, but Carl and your dad didn't take their eyes off of me. I did a kinky strip dance as I pulled my pants off. When I pulled my panties down, I moved closer to Carl, letting him get a good look. I swear, it looked like he was going to suffocate as he stared at my pussy. I climbed onto your dad and slipped his hard cock inside me. I was staring at Carl as I bounced up and down on your dad like I was riding a horse. Of course, your dad loved it so he didn't say anything when I told Carl to pull his pants down to start jacking off. Carl didn't do it at first, but I kept telling him to. At last he threw aside his sketch book and shoved his hand into his baggy pants. He wouldn't pull his dick out but he was jacking himself at full speed. "We had to be very careful to keep fucking at a fast pace, but not fast enough to make a lot of noise. It was difficult for your dad because when he fucks, it's like a rabbit. I knew he was trying to hold back from jack hammering my cunt like he wanted. Then your dad slowed down and I knew that he was edging himself to keep from cumming. I started swirling my hips, making it difficult for him to keep from cumming, but he managed to hold it back. "When I started rubbing my nipples, I noticed your Uncle Carl pull his pants down and start rubbing himself out in the open. I smiled at him, letting him know that I liked what he was doing and he pulled his pants down more. He had the cutest little patch of pubes above his hardon. I could see that he had just started going through puberty because his dick was about four inches but he still had that smooth baby skin on his cock and balls. I waved Carl over, telling him to join us. He wouldn't do it and he kept looking at your dad like he might get angry. Your dad was in such a hot sex-fever that he didn't care. I waved Carl over again and he stood up and came over to stand next to the bed. I pulled Carl's shirt over his head to remove it. He was shaking so much from being nervous. When Carl stepped out of his undies and pants, he was naked and there we all were; naked and turned on. I was surprised when your dad grabbed his little brother's hand and placed it on my tit. I grabbed your dad's hand and placed it on Carl's hard-on. Your dad didn't pull away, he started masturbating Carl. Carl was still shaking like crazy as he explored my tits and his big brother gave him a hand job. You should have seen your Uncle Carl flinch when I ran my hand along his naked back side. I thought he'd have a heart attack when I placed one of his hands on my mound, which your dad was speed-fucking at full force. "After a lot of fondling, I pulled on Carl's arm, asking him to get up on the bed with us. He was kneeling next to me and I moved him over so that he was straddling your dad, but facing me. I kissed your Uncle Carl and I felt him shudder in my arms while his big brother fucked me. "Suddenly your dad made a loud noise and he told us that he was going to cum. I pulled his dick out and held it between Carl and I, letting the hot jets of cum shoot on our stomachs. I never stopped kissing Carl as your dad cummed and I noticed your dad holding onto Carl's waist as he shot his load. "When your dad was finished cumming, I laid back and showed Carl how to finger my pussy. I loved seeing his reactions as he learned how to touch me. Finally, I grabbed onto him and pulled him against me. I told him to fuck me, but he seemed scared. I had to actually grab his little cock and put it in me. It didn't take long for him to start fucking me fast and hard. I knew that it was his first time so I held him tight and let him shoot his load inside me. It probably wasn't the smart thing to do, but I wanted to give him the best possible orgasm for his first time. I loved holding his soft skin as he shuddered against me. He made such cute little sounds as he came inside me." "Wow." I breathed. "You like that story?" Mom asked. "Yes!" I replied, "That's so cool about Dad and Uncle Carl." "Yes, but don't let them know that I ever told you that." "Did you ever do that again, with Uncle Carl in the room?" I asked as I massaged my hard-on in my jeans. "Yes. We did that a few more times. I even snuck into Carl's room when your father was away at college." Mom said. I unzipped my fly, letting my dick pop out of my briefs. "Did Dad know about it?" "No. I don't think he would have wanted me to do that while he was away." I reached my hand out and pressed my fingers into Mom's crotch, feeling the warm moisture in her panties. She pressed her legs shut against my fingers, letting her legs squeeze against my hand. "I want to put it in you, like Uncle Carl and Dad." I pleaded. "You got it!" Mom said as she pulled my shirt over my head. I began to unbutton Mom's blouse, but she got frustrated and ripped it off, making the buttons fly all over. She quickly removed her bra while I removed my pants and undies. I kicked mu shoes off but let my socks on. Mom got completely naked and then she picked me up and told me I was getting heavy. She walked back to her bedroom, flicked on the light switch with her elbow and then threw me on the bed. I bounced a few times and then I saw mom crawl between my legs. Her face lingered near my stiffy and I felt her kiss my nuts and then suck on my dick a few times. I started moaning immediately because it felt like heaven. She didn't suck my dick for very long, stopping to move up and straddle my waist, letting my cock rest in her bush of pubes. I reached down and pushed my hard-on forward to go into her pussy. Mom shifted her position to get my dick in the right spot. It felt amazing when I was finally inside of her. She swirled her pelvis, letting my cock move inside of her. "So you like that?" Mom asked just like she was asking me if I liked a new dish for dinner. It was very mom-like. I nodded my head to let her know that it felt good and then I moved my fingers to rub the top of her pussy to make her feel good too. "This is where I came out of when I was born, huh?" I asked, nodding at her crotch. "Yeah, Honey." She moaned. "And now I'm having sex with you there." I said, pushing my hips upward. "That's right. Do you like that?" Mom inquired as she began grinding her pussy against me. "I love it." I grunted. "Tell me more naughty stuff that you've done. Did you ever get caught doing anything?" Mom leaned forward, placing a hand on each side of my head, but keeping her crotch pressed against mine. Her tits dangled and tapped at my face as she moved around and I took ahold of one, inserting a nipple into my mouth. Mom moaned and continued grinding her crotch, making me feel wonderful. It took her a few minutes before she began to talk. "When I was a little girl, I would ride my bike down to the train station. If there weren't a lot of people, I would sit on a bench across from a grown up man, who was by himself. I would put my hand under my dress and start masturbating myself in a way that he would know what I was doing. I wouldn't do it too fast, so other people wouldn't notice, but the man would see me. Sometimes the man would get up and leave, but most times they would make sure no one was noticing so they could watch. Most men like young girls and they would watch me as I fingered myself. If I got too turned on, I would lift my skirt up all the way so they could see my pussy. Some men would masturbate themselves as they watched, and others would just stare, but I could see the bulge in their pants. A few men wanted to touch me and I let them-" The last part of Mom's story was cut off by a loud gasp and she put more of her weight on me. Her hips were moving very fast and there was an audible slapping sound. "Sorry." Mom said. "I'm getting close to cumming." "It's okay." I said and then I resumed sucking on her nipple. I flinched when she let out a loud grunt, then pulled me close and rolled over onto her back. "Fuck me!" Mom groaned. Now that I was laying on top of Mom, I had more control of my thrusting. I began thrusting repeatedly, slamming my dick into her as fast as I could. "Tell me more stuff that you did." I demanded. Mom was cradling my head between her breasts and she was letting out a continuous moan. Her moans went from sighs of ecstasy to growls of passion. "When I was little," Mom said through clenched teeth, "I made your great grandfather cum." "Whoa!" I said against Mom's tits. "I was sitting in his lap and I moved around until I felt him get an erection. He told me to stop moving around so much, but I continued to wiggle my butt against his hard-on. I had to be careful because the whole family was in the same room and my mom was sitting close by. After a bit, he stopped trying to get me to sit still. I felt him pulling me against his cock as I squirmed. I loved how he kissed my cheek and breathed into my ear as he shot his load into his pants." Mom got quiet for a second and I could feel her stomach muscles tighten. Her hands held my head tight against her skin and she yelled out for me to fuck faster. I did as she requested, slamming her pussy as hard as I could with my hard-on. "You're making me cum, Honey!" Mom shouted as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her whole body tensed and she shook. It was difficult to keep up the pace since she was holding me so tight against her. I could feel her contractions against my crotch and her pussy seemed to grow more warm and wet on my dick. Mom's hold on me eventually loosened and I resumed thrusting my cock into her as fast as I could. She tried to get me to slow down a bit, but I wanted to go fast. "Sorry, Mom. It feels so good." I said as I rammed her pussy hard. She gritted her teeth and braced herself against my movements. I wondered if maybe her pussy got sensitive after cumming, like my dick. "Are you going to cum soon?" Mom asked. "Yeah." I moaned. "Good." She said. "Try to make sperm." "So I can put a baby in you?" I asked, feeling the warm tickle of my orgasm approaching. "Yes, Honey. Put your baby in me." Mom moaned, kissing the top of my head. "Here it comes!" I said in a higher pitched voice than I expected. There was something different about this orgasm. This time, my whole body seemed to flex. Even the muscles in my face were tensed as I took on the most powerful, body shaking sensation that I have ever felt. It was like my body was a still statue in my mom's embrace as my dick tried to pump sperm into her. All I could do was let out a continuous moan as my mom stroked my hair and whispered that she loved me. When the orgasm was over, I rested on top of my mom, trying to catch my breath. Mom continued kissing me and telling me that I did good. I wondered why other moms and sons didn't do what we were doing because it felt good and right. -End Part Four ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. Just know that your feedback is appreciated!!***