Subject: Karma Strikes
Story Codes: MF Fm oral incest mother son aunt niece
Diary Date: September 26, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Karma - what goes around comes around. We all like to think we're
somehow immune but unfortunately that's not always the case. I thought
nothing would come of it but then one day Karma came calling in the form
of a horny 8th grade boy.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Never Say Never
Chapter 2 – Karma Knocks
Chapter 3 - My Aunt Deals With It
Chapter 4 – Driving Over
Chapter 5 – Sacrificing to the Karma Gods
Chapter 6 - Postlude
Chapter 1 – Never Say Never
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“I will NEVER do that!”
Yeah right, famous last words. OK, maybe there ARE a few things I’d
never do such as become a serial killer - although I’m not ruling out an
act of vengeance should it be deserved. Other than things that are
outright illegal or totally immoral and irresponsible, can anyone REALLY
be sure that there is anything they wouldn't do under the right
circumstance?
Take me for instance. For most of my life I swore that once I was
married that I’d NEVER commit adultery - defined as “having sex with a
man outside my marriage family”. When I married my husband I vowed
before God and family to submit and yield to his authority. So is it my
fault that once we were married he insisted that we swing with other
couples, even going off on our own at times without the other? In a way
I guess I can stand by my original statement. I just had to change my
definition of adultery by adding, “without the consent of my husband”.
Another example... I once swore I’d NEVER have sex with a dog, or any
animal for that matter. Well, THAT didn't work out as planned but I
swore afterwards to NEVER again have sex with a dog. That one worked out
as well as the first one so now I say again that I will NEVER have sex
again with a dog and so far it’s been a long time so maybe it will stick
this time around. Again, it wasn’t my fault when it happened. The first
time I was horny and my friend talked me into it. The second time it
wasn't even for me - I just did it to protect someone else who hadn't
done it before. I figured since I’d already done it once it wouldn't be
breaking any new ground for me so why not help her out? As I said, since
then I’ve stuck to my latest renewed vow against bestiality but having
given in twice, how much weight does my new promise carry? We’ll just
have to wait and see. So far so good...
Along the same lines I once swore that I would NEVER have sex with an
underage partner. I never meant for this to include an incestual
relationship but it still pretty much covers everything else. Once
again, it wasn’t my fault that my father and then later my husband both
insisted I go with them to “family” sex parties. Did I enjoy them? Of
course, it would be stupid of me to try and deny it. Still, it’s not
like they were something I would’ve taken part in on my own.
Finally, I’ve have always stated firmly that I will NEVER have sex with a
student or any child placed in my care without parental permission and
oversight. Based on my history to date, what chance did that promise
have of surviving? Isn’t there something about a snowball’s chance in
hell...? Still I have to plead my case - what happened wasn't my fault.
I just tried to make the best of the situation I found myself in.
Chapter 2 – Karma Knocks
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Karma. Ying and Yang. Do unto others as you would have them do unto
you. You reap what you sow. Whatever you call it or how you phrase it,
the principle is the same in that what goes around comes around.
One of my “nevers” I mentioned was sex with underage partners - male or
female, at least outside my family. While I know some people really get
off on the idea, having had some personal experience in the last year or
so with the matter I can definitely say that I much prefer sex with older
partners - like my age or older. Indeed, take away my husband and father
and my favorite sex partner would have to be a middle-aged husband and
father, preferably one with a teenage daughter. Knowing that I am the
first woman that he has ever cheated with while he is fantasizing about
committing incest with his hot teenage daughter simply makes my day! So
long as his wife and family never find out, no harm no foul I say.
Yes, people tell me that teenage boys have better stamina and unbridled
enthusiasm which is true. Still, but nothing beats the unfulfilled lust
and neediness of a middle-aged man denied of good sex for years while
having to watch his teenage daughter grow into the girl of his
masturbation fantasies. A teenage boy just wants to have sex with a
female while his father wants to have sex with ME - it may be subtle but
it’s a HUGE difference. Well, maybe not so subtle either.
For a long time the youngest boy I’d had sex with was my first boyfriend
who was sixteen. As things turned out, it became one of those “I can’t
make this sort of stuff up” realities as Steve also became my husband
twelve years later. Granted a lot of water went under the bridge (or
between my legs) between the two events but how else to explain it but to
believe in God and miracles! Yes, I DID do his younger thirteen year-old
brother around the same time but that was more out of spitefulness and to
tease him as a favor to my boyfriend than any real desire for sex so I
tend not to count that time. The fact that his younger brother was the
only boy to fuck me while I was dating Steve should be proof enough there
was nothing to it that meant anything to me.
As for girls, it wasn't until my dad took the virginity of my younger
cousin Tammy when she was fourteen that I did anything with a young girl.
Even so, being my cousin it made it incest so there isn't really anything
to debate or even think about. What happens in the family stays in the
family and rules meant to outsiders don't apply.
My father, a confirmed and admitted pedophile, managed to keep his
feelings for young girls in check while he was married to my mom who was
dead set against any form of pedophilia, at least in actual practice. So
far as she was concerned he could have all the kiddie porn he wanted so
long as it remained a fantasy and he kept his hands off. While in my
teens I didn't actually understand it at the time but now I realize that
I helped him deal with those urges but once into my twenties I wasn't as
effective. To make it a double whammy, as he got older his desires for
young girls intensified as the age gap grew. Unfortunately for him, and
their marriage, so long as my mom was around the only way he could deal
with it were the same options most men had - porn and masturbation.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, my Aunt Linda (my mom’s younger sister by
two years) was a charter member of a local sex club and was starting to
move into the management side as well. While the vast majority of the
club charter focused on swapping and hooking up adults, there was also a
very small subgroup that served those families into incest who wanted to
share their interests with other families. My aunt joined this group
years ago using my cousin Kristi as her “ticket” for entry. I’m sure my
dad would have been thrilled to have joined as well but my mother would
never have allowed him to bring me into such parties, especially when
incestual acts were discouraged with the focus on interfamily sex.
Having divorced her husband a couple of years after my cousin was born,
my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi practically lived at our house as I grew
up. In some ways she was almost more of a mother to me than an aunt
while Kristi was effectively the sister I never had. While I knew my dad
and aunt had a special relationship dating back to their school days, it
wasn't until I was sixteen and having sex with my parents that I learned
just how special it really was. Even when I learned what REALLY happened
when my dad was “helping” my aunt with her real estate legal issues, I
still was kept in the dark about her other activities until after my
parents divorced and my mom disclosed some of the reasons she was forced
to leave my dad.
It was like the gathering of the perfect storm. My father’s lust and
desires were becoming harder and harder for him to control as he grew
older and “midlife crisis” took hold. Next, I wasn’t around much anymore
to provide even limited help in dealing with those urges. My absence
also hurt in that my aunt and cousin were heavily involved in the family-
style sexual gatherings that my father longed for yet couldn't attend
without his daughter in tow. Then there was the issue of my mother’s
permission for him to fuck underage girls - which he knew she would never
grant. My mom wouldn't even tolerate swapping with couple their age due
to her strict definition of adultery so there was no chance she was going
to go along with her sister’s shenanigans.
As I mentioned after my parents divorced I finally learned from my mom
about all that was happening behind the scenes. It shocked me to learn
how my aunt had even offered to let my father use his niece as his
“daughter” to gain access to the parties which they did behind my
mother’s back. My reaction was nothing compared to that of my mother
when she learned of his transgressions. Ultimately she was forced to
divorce him when she finally came to the realization that her husband was
out of control. For 25 years she’d managed to keep him in check so I
guess that’s not a bad run when you consider the hold that such urges
have on a man. It just proved to me how much my father loved my mother
to be able to control himself for as long as he did.
With my mom no longer a hindrance, my dad plunged into the underage sex
scene. It wasn't long before he wanted his real daughter to be with him
rather than his niece posing as his daughter. Of course everyone knew
Kristi wasn’t his real daughter given the history of her and her mother
within the group but Aunt Linda had enough pull to get people to wink at
things. While it didn't happen overnight or in one step, eventually I
went along with my father’s demands as a good daughter should. Again,
it’s not my fault that my father wanted me with him. It’s not like I
could say no.
Fortunately my dad didn't press the issue too hard and for the most part
he stuck with using my cousin as his entry pass. Then I got married and
learned that the old adage about girls marrying their fathers was closer
to the mark than I’d ever realized. Yes, my husband turned out to be a
closet pedophile although in all fairness he’d never acted on his
impulses... at least not yet. Once he started fucking my aunt and cousin
and learned about the opportunities they offered, it wasn't long before
he took advantage of a chance to finally fulfill his darkest fantasies.
I guess the same “wink” that my dad got when he came in with Kristi
applied to my husband as well.
As with my dad, Steve eventually got me involved as well. Again, as with
my dad it wasn't my fault. In a Christian marriage a wife submits to her
husband so it wasn't like I could say no. Normally couples were not
allowed at the parties - only families and definitely no voyeurs allowed.
By now my aunt was well into the inner sanctum and was able to get us
exemptions so we didn't have to have kids of our own in order to attend.
She never really explained to me the behind-the-scenes mechanisms but
however they functioned she certainly had a major role to get so many
rules bent for her family.
Being at these parties puts me in somewhat of an awkward position. As a
rule all of the young girls ranged from ages ten to seventeen which made
their moms pretty much in their thirties with some in their forties.
This left a gap where I was essentially the only “20 something” female in
the room. As such, did I appeal more to the teenage boys, many of which
were more into “MILFs” than girls like their sisters, or to the fathers
who saw me not as a young teen but still a younger version of their wife?
For Steve, like most of the men, it was a simple formula - the younger
the better!
To make it more complicated, generally the protocol was that adults had
sex with kids, not adults with adults or kids with kids. It didn't take
me long to figure out the purpose of the entire thing was to allow adults
to have sex with kids but who was I to say anything. From what I could
tell nobody was complaining and if they wanted different pairings then
that was arranged for in more private venues. That meant technically I
should be having sex with the fathers, not the sons, but to most of the
fathers I was way too hold to be interesting while at the same time as a
“kid” I wasn't suppose to be having sex with the boys who essentially saw
anyone over twenty as being the same age. It all worked out in the end
but you can see why I was uncomfortable going to them.
One of the biggest concerns I had with such events was privacy and
security. Sure the club was worse than Fort Knox when it came time to
grant gain entry for a new member. First there were all the background
checks and interviews. Assuming you made it past those then there was
the “blackmail” video which was intended to ensure that people weren’t
trying to get in “undercover” to expose everything. If things could have
been kept within the walls of the party room I wouldn't have had any
issues. Unfortunately these were real people with real lives so what
happens when you cross paths at the movie theater or even church? Was
there a secret handshake, a wink and a smile, or were you just suppose to
pretend you didn't know them? (As it turned out, the last option was the
preferred one.)
As a middle school teacher I face even more dangers as can be seen on TV
when a schoolteacher is involved with one of her students, even when they
are of age and it’s “legal”. What would I do if one of my students
turned out to be one of the boys who had fucked me the weekend prior?
What if a teacher-parent session resulted in me being face to face with
the man who had cum in me the night before? True, the odds were
astronomically against such a thing ever happening when you take into
account that the families come from all over southwestern Pennsylvania
and neighboring Ohio and West Virginia. Heck, my aunt some came from New
York and Maryland for the bigger get-togethers! While the odds may be
very low, people win the lottery and look at those odds!
As it turns out, maybe I need to start buying lottery tickets...
This is my first year in the public school system. Previous years I’ve
taught at a small Christian school with less than a hundred total
students where I knew each student by name and recognized their parents
when they came to pick them up. Now I’m at a huge middle school with
hundreds of students, most of whom I only glimpse in the hallways between
classes, and depend on their name badges to call their parents by name.
It was only a week or so into the school year when Karma struck. I was
standing outside my classroom between classes monitoring the students as
they made their way through the crowded hallway to their next class when
someone bumped into me. He was almost my height which wasn't that all
unusual for the eighth graders, even some of the seventh grade boys. Our
eyes met as he mumbled an apology and for a brief moment my knees
weakened and I thought I was going to faint. Fortunately I had my back
against some lockers which helped me keep my balance.
“Sorry... my bad,” he said automatically in a barely audible tone. Then
a grin appeared on his face, “Oh, it’s YOU, nice to see you again.”
There was something about the “nice to see you again” part that made his
eyes sparkle and my stomach lurch. He looked so familiar and I knew
instantly where I’d seen him although I was having a hard time
remembering his name. Maybe it was because he had clothes on? It might
also have to do with the fact that most people at the parties used
pseudonyms instead of their real names.
“Ryan,” he reminded me as he hitched his backpack over his shoulder and
grinned as he turned and made his way down the hall, leaving me with a
million questions, not to mention a suddenly damp pussy.
Nightmare or fantasy? Problem or opportunity? My pussy was saying one
thing while my mind was on a totally different tack. While I couldn't
remember him specifically, I was sure I’d seen him at a party sometime in
the past. Oh my god, had he fucked me? It was killing me as I tried to
remember. When you’re involved with so many people in such an impersonal
environment it’s not that easy to remember each of them individually.
The bell rang and I returned to my class. Wow, talk about being
distracted! Fortunately I had a quiz ready so I didn't have to do much
of anything for the first ten minutes except sit behind my desk and try
to remember where I’d seen Ryan. Most importantly, had he fucked me?
From the grin on his face it would seem that he had but then you never
know at these sort of parties.
As my initial horniness wore off, my mind began to take control. Oh my
god! What now? Would he tell anyone about him and me? Sure his parents
had signed all sorts of privacy forms and yes, there was ample evidence
of their incestuous activities on file in case they ever decided to make
a fuss, but how well did they control their kids? From what my Aunt
Linda had told me there had never been a case yet in the over twenty
years she’d been associated with the group where anyone broke the code of
privacy but it would be just my luck to be involved with the first.
For the next couple of days I watched the swarms going by, looking for
another glimpse of Ryan. I fully expected now that he’d identified me
that he would make the best of it but to my surprise it was if anything
just the opposite. Even when I finally DID spot him he stayed on the
other side of the hallway. Still, he WAS a fourteen year old horny boy
so he couldn’t resist a brief look my way and a smirk but other than
that, no contact whatsoever.
The more I thought about Ryan in the next week, the more concerned I
became. In all fairness he never did anything to warrant such concern
but that didn't stop me from becoming more and more paranoid. What if he
decided to blackmail me? Even worse, what if he told his friends he was
doing me - although I still wasn't sure that he’d even fucked me. Even
if he hadn't, it wasn't like he hadn't seen me nude having sex with
numerous other people.
There was only one person I could turn to in such a situation - my Aunt
Linda. After all, it was really all her fault that I was in this
predicament in the first place!
Chapter 3 - My Aunt Deals With It
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“So you’re SURE he was at one of them?” was her first response when I
told my aunt about my situation.
Well, it’s not like I had photos from the party although I knew the club
did video everything for security purposes. Whatever we’d done it
couldn't have been anything all that special for me not to remember him
specifically. Still, there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes and the
smirk on his face when his eyes all but bore through me.
“OK, so let’s assume the answer is yes,” she went on, her hand to her
chin like she was related to Sherlock Holmes, “So what do you want me to
do about it? Has he threatened you in any way?”
“Oh no!” I responded instantly. If anything I had to say he’d shown much
more respect and privacy than I would’ve expected from my own husband
back in our school days. Steve had wasted no time telling the entire
school the very next day after he’d first fucked me!
“Well, how about I check to see first so we know what we’re dealing
with,” she concluded, writing down his full name I’d given her on a Post-
It Note.
When we met for drinks a few days later my aunt told me that she had been
able to confirm a few things by checking out the attendance and video
records of the last few parties I’d attended. Now more than ever it
really helped that she’s one of the top leaders after having been
involved now for over twenty years or else she never would have been able
to get access to such confidential information.
As it turned out Ryan and I only crossed paths during the one party so
that sort of relieved me. It wasn’t like I didn't remember him or didn't
meet him at any others, it was just the one time. You’d think I’d
remember everything from a time like that but afterwards it all sort of
blurs like it’s enveloped by some sort of haze or fog.
My aunt obviously had more to tell me based on the grin she was wearing
so I finally managed to coax it out of her.
“Well, I watched the entire tape, fast forwarding through most of it but
I kept track of all the ones you fucked - and didn't,” she teased me,
“Believe it or not, your little Ryan didn't fuck you or even come close
although he DID do me.”
My eyes widened a bit but then I’m not sure why I was surprised. My aunt
loved young boys just as much as my dad did the girls and Ryan DID look
like just her type. There had to be something else.
“Ok, I’ll tell,” she laughed, “Turns out his old man had a thing for
you... fucked you twice from what I could tell although I’m not sure he
came the second time.”
It was like the proverbial light bulb went off over my head, only this
one was a blazing searchlight. I may not remember Ryan but I had no
problem remembering this guy. I just hadn't realized it was his father
that had fucked me so well! Now that put a different spin on things.
What made me really remember him was that he was the first one that
wanted to fuck me which is sort of unusual as most fathers all go after
the youngest girls first. So that sorta made him stick in my memory.
While his father - or at least his dick, was firmly imbedded in my mind,
I couldn't for the life of me remember his mother although my aunt said
according to the records she was there as well. I've found that usually
unless their son is fucking you, most mom's don't care all that much to
watch. Also, since they discourage incest at the parties to keep
everyone mixing it up (which is sort of odd in that parents have to prove
that they DO fuck their kids in order to join - and provide a video for
security purpose as proof), I didn't see him with his mother.
The more I thought about it the more I figured that maybe that's why Ryan
hadn't done anything more so far than look and a grin at me. He'd
probably seen his dad fucking me but since he hadn't done me then it
wasn't like he wanted to do me again. Like, he had a chance to fuck me
and for whatever reason didn't take advantage of it so maybe I'm not his
type, who knows? Maybe he'd been as surprised as I had been to cross
paths in school. Still, it was like something hanging over my head every
time I saw him. What if he just hadn't had the chance to fuck me and now
that he saw me he wanted another go at me? All I knew was that I just
wanted to deal with it and get it over with one way or another.
Out of a moment of weakness I actually DID consider maybe inviting him to
my house or meeting him at a hotel or something like that. Still, him
being only fourteen made it too complicated. I did some discreet checks
and found out that Ryan’s parents had "red shirted" him way back in
kindergarten. His birthday was September 2nd which could have made him
one of the youngest kids in class. Rather than do that, his parents
waited until the following year to enroll him which now made him one of
the oldest boys in middle school. Although he looked so old in school,
out in public he was still fourteen which sort of limited my options.
The thing is, I didn't even know what my options really were!
Before we parted, I asked my aunt to contact Ryan’s parents, if nothing
else to ensure that there weren't going to be any issues. Even my Aunt
Linda isn’t allowed to divulge personal information or let anyone make
contact with another member. All such things must be done through the
group site so the people can assess you before they choose to respond.
Even her telling me what she had was sort of bending the rules but as her
niece I guess I get special service, LOL.
It took a couple of days but my aunt eventually got an answer although
what she came back with was not at all what I expected. Still, I guess
in a way I’d been on the right track. Yes, the father remembered me -
apparently he was hoping for another go at me, LOL. Ryan, on the other
hand, apparently had different tastes. Seems he was a bit of a momma's
boy - literally. Ryan was their only kid and I was guessing that things
started early between him and his mother. Who knows, maybe she came from
an incestuous background herself. Given his age and upbringing, Ryan
seems to prefer older women which evidently is why he didn't make a play
for me at the party. It would seem that he was too busy chasing the
older moms. Well, not that there was much chasing involved as he was
quite in demand by the moms from what my aunt told me.
Aunt Linda had this silly grin going and suddenly I knew before she even
said another word me where this was all heading. Turns out I was right.
Sort of funny how things work out sometimes. Here I thought I’d be the
one wanting to set something up and instead it was my aunt!
Although apparently I must have like it at the time given he did me twice
- something that was unusual given the options men had, fucking Ryan's
dad again wasn't exactly on my Top Ten List. Doing him at a party was
one thing as being a girl I’m more or less obligated to service anyone
who asks.
In addition to providing numerous options and opportunities, the party
environment provides me with what I always enjoy - an audience. The idea
of just having Ryan’s dad fuck me alone without even so much as Steve
doing his wife didn't turn me on all that much. It wasn't like he would
be cheating on his wife or anything like that which would have made it
exciting.
The idea of watching my aunt being fucked by a kid half my age also
wasn't something I was getting all worked up over either. Unless it
involves my husband I'm not much of a voyeur and even when it IS him in
the mix I still prefer to be the one being watched, not the one watching.
My dilemma was my aunt has done a lot for us and I sorta felt obligated
to help her out. Even though I'm sure she could’ve worked something out
on her own with Ryan, there was still the issue of him at school
cluttering my life up and I thought maybe if I did his dad then he would
help keep his son on a short leash. Now it was all getting all the more
complicated, one of the things I'd feared when we got into this whole
scene.
Thankfully my aunt is pretty perceptive, not to mention creative, so she
came up with the solution - include Ryan's mom. As it turned out THAT
required some negotiating as neither of them was likely to be exactly
thrilled with the idea. Steve would’ve been more than happy had they a
daughter and she would’ve been the same had we a young son for her
enjoyment. Still, it's no different than when we swap. Sure Steve would
prefer to swap with a guy's daughter but he knows what I prefer and as a
wonderful husband he tries to keep me happy too. Besides, no matter what
he might say I've never seen my perpetually horny husband NOT get an
erection with ANY woman he's been with!
Chapter 4 – Driving Over
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Naturally Aunt Linda took care of all the preparations. Without any kids
other than Ryan to worry about (no babysitters or other complications)
she set things up for their house.
Steve drove me and my aunt over in his pickup truck with me squished in
the middle of Steve and Aunt Linda. I was a little miffed at her when we
first picked her up and I saw her outfit. She’d told me to just dress
casual as I wouldn't be wearing it for long anyway. Taking her to her
word and given it was a cool fall day, I just wore a pair of jeans and a
simple blouse with sneakers. No bra or panties but why bother?
Well, my aunt tells me that and then SHE shows up in a short miniskirt,
sheer white blouse with ruffles down the front, unbuttoned to below her
breasts, white hose and garter belt with what had to be five or six inch
black stilettos! So I look like the local babysitter and then she comes
out like the local streetwalker! Talk about playing unfair...
“Now THAT is an outfit,” Steve gushed as my aunt stepped into the pickup,
not even pretending to not notice that her skirt hiked up to her ass in
the process. He made a pointed effort to look at me and shake his head
as if he was disappointed in my efforts.
“But she told me...,” I tried to redeem myself but my aunt cut me off.
“Oh shush it Kelly, I can't believe you fell for that,” she laughed at me
with my “loyal” husband joining in. She reached over and cupped my boob
with her hand. “Well, at least you didn't wear a bra!” Again, the two
of them seemed to find something funny in my distress.
For a woman who has celebrated her 39th birthday multiple times, my aunt
looked really hot in an outfit more suited for a high school cheerleader.
God, I hope my legs look as good as hers in fifteen years or so.
Granted, she’d had a boob job a few years before but that was just to
tighten things up again. Way back she had a scare with a lump that turned
out to be benign but the doctor was still leery about any form of
implants. Actually, I think her boobs look great as they are not to9
mention they feel natural as well. I’ve felt up a few girls with
silicone implants and it was a real turn off to feel how hard and
unnatural they felt.
“So is somebody gonna tell me what the story is here anyway?” Steve asked
as he turned down at the next stoplight. I’d given him the details on my
school encounters and what my aunt had told me about the party.
“So no daughter?” had been his first reaction.
Can't say it surprised me knowing my husband. In all the parties we’d
been to, I can’t recall seeing him with even any of the older girls, let
alone a mom. Still, when we swapped it was usually with a couple at
least our age or older so it wasn’t like he couldn't get it up for a
MILF. Then there’s my mom and aunt who he can’t seem to get enough of
when the opportunity is there.
The one older woman who I know Steve won’t fuck is the one I wish the
most he would - his own mother. Wow, talk about a complicated
relationship! I’ve discussed it in detail in other diary entries so I
won’t repeat everything now, but how a mother and son can kiss and grope
but always keep everything over their clothes and never exposing
themselves, at least not without something or another over them even if
sheer, is beyond me. It’s like there is this invisible line that they
push up tight against but never cross.
Yes, if we had arranged something like this with a family that had a
twelve or thirteen year-old daughter, Steve would be driving twice as
fast as he was now, that was for sure!
“So is this just one big swap?” he probed further, “I mean do we have
assigned partners or what?”
I looked to my aunt for help as I wasn't quite sure myself.
“Me and Ryan, Kelly and the dad, you and the mom,” Aunt Linda clicked off
counting each pair off on her fingers.
“So I don't get to fuck you or my wife?”
Actually it was something I wanted to know myself so I looked at my aunt
expectantly.
“Give me a break, you fuck your wife every day and sometimes I think you
do the same with me!” she teased him.
Actually, based on what I knew it was more like once or twice a week so
far as he and my aunt with but I wasn't gonna act as the fact-checker in
this conversation.
“She isn’t fat, is she?” he grumbled.
I smiled at that one. I often claim that my horny husband would fuck ANY
girl given the right opportunity but that wasn't quite true. There was
something about overweight women that just turned him off, cooling down
his lust like a bucket of water on a fire. Even my best friend Beth, who
was maybe ten or twenty pound heavier than she should have been, was on
the edge with him. Fortunately she’s one of those girls that when she
gains weight it goes straight to two places - her hips and her boobs more
so than her belly and face.
“Oh quit whining,” my aunt chastised him, “You know we have standards and
being obese is one of the immediate disqualifiers.”
Steve just grumbled more. He clearly wasn’t overly thrilled with
everything but then he knew how important this was to me to have this
issue put to bed - in several ways.
Then it was my turn to express a concern. It was something that had been
bothering me since that first time I saw Ryan at school.
“I don't want Ryan to fuck me,” I said softly to my aunt, “His dad is
fine and of course Steve can if he gets the chance but not Ryan.”
There was method to my madness. What we did at parties, swapping, and so
forth was one thing. Sure there was an element of risk involved should
anyone expose us but I trusted my aunt and always felt the danger was
negligible at worst. No matter how much their parents were involved or
how badly they wanted it for themselves, I always knew in the back of my
mind that the two most important men in my life could be taken from me
for a LONG time if the wrong people learned about their perversions.
Still, it’s not like they went to the playground and picked up little
girls or stalked them at the mall. There was always parental involvement
and never any coercion, at least that I could detect.
Yes, it’s a fine line and for me at least, that line gets crossed when I
have sex with one of my students. Sure Ryan isn’t technically one of MY
students but the same issues have to be dealt with. It seems there’s
always a headline somewhere in the country about a teacher having sex
with a student. You never hear of a real estate agent having sex with a
young boy which is why I wasn’t worried about my aunt and Ryan. For me
though, it was a totally different scenario.
“You sure?” my aunt appearing a little incredulous, “From what I hear
he’s pretty well hung for a fourteen year-old.”
And it would be just my luck that he was! Even so, fucking his father
would still be much more erotic so far as I was concerned although I knew
the two people seated on each side of me had considerably different
perspectives.
“Well, if you insist!” she sighed, trying to act as if I was placing this
massive burden on her but I knew she had to be positively giddy at having
Ryan all to herself for the evening. Of course there might be some
competition from his mother as based on what I’d heard so far I doubted
she was going to just sit back and watch.
As Steve waited for a stoplight to turn green, my aunt shifted in the
seat to where she was sitting mostly sideways. The skirt she was wearing
barley covered her when she was sitting now as it was and she made no
effort to pull it down as it rode up her hip. Yet again I had to marvel
at what great shape she was in at her age. I knew girls my age who would
kill to have the legs she was showing off at the moment.
“Sorry again about the daughter situation Steve-O,” she said, changing
the subject, “After last week’s treat I guess you should be able to make
it through another week.”
She was speaking to my husband but she was talking to me. I wasn’t sure
what she was talking about but it didn't take a rocket scientist to
figure it out. Steve had gone out with her to one of “those” parties as
we liked to call them now. I was asleep by the time he came back and in
the morning when we woke up I just treated things as if nothing had
happened. Steve honored his end of the bargain by not trying to tease me
about it or worse, bragging about it. Our deal was he could do whatever
he wanted so long as I knew about it and when he came back we only
discussed it if I asked first.
Unfortunately my aunt wasn't a signature to our agreement...
“God you should have seen him Kelly... your husband is a hit with the
girls, that’s for sure. Compared to some of those older dad he’s
practically a god!” she said, trying not to giggle as she did. For a 40-
something mother, she could certainly act like a teenage princess
sometimes.
I could tell Steve was torn between responding to her taunts and keeping
quiet next to me. He had to be bursting to say something to me. Those
few times when I did encourage him to tell me about his evening he
practically rattled on non-stop, making sure to cover every detail. I
was never quite sure if he was just so excited afterwards about
everything, bragging, or thinking he might be enticing me to join in the
next time. The first two options were fine with me but he was just
wishful thinking if he thought the third was ever going to happen. Yes,
I would go if my husband asked, just as a wife should submit to her
husband’s authority. At the same time I wasn't about to volunteer!
His mouth may be shut but there was one response he couldn’t control and
my aunt was as quick to notice it as I was.
“Oh look Kelly, I think someone’s horny and I bet I know who.”
God, how far was it anyway? Years and years of past experience had
taught me one thing - the only way to shut up my aunt was to give in to
her or get away from her but there was no way you were ever going to shut
her up once she was on a roll. It was like trying to tear away a tennis
ball from a bulldog!
“Oh Kelly, lighten up,” she said, poking me playfully on my upper arm,
“Besides, tonight is Lady’s Night, right Steve?”
Steve just rolled his eyes, keeping them on the road ahead which was
filled with the usual ‘burgh area traffic.
“Aunt Linda...,” I tried to intervene if for nothing else than to protect
Steve from her playful taunts. His dick was straining against his slacks
and from the way he was licking his lips and staring straight ahead I
knew it was taking every ounce of will-power to stay quiet. Then again,
what would he say if he could?
“Yep, just us old ladies,” she went on, leaning back against the
passenger door now allowing her skirt to ride up to expose her black
thong, “But then Steve likes fucking mothers, doesn’t he Kelly? He’s a
real motherfucker!”
“C’mon Linda!” Steve finally burst out, unable to contain himself any
longer.
“Oh don't tell me you don't want some of this,” she countered, pulling
her thong aside to reveal her trimmed pussy. She taken to trimming it
lately instead of the bushy look she and my mom had always preferred.
With her one hand pulling it to the side, the other started to rub her
crotch, pushing inside of her pussy to wet it and then circling her clit.
What could I say? Actually I didn't do it with my aunt all that much
considering how often I saw her naked and having sex with my dad and
husband. I’d never say this to anyone but she did have a hotter body
than my mom and while my mom was as sexual as any woman, when it came to
sheer sluttiness and exhibitionism, my aunt won the battle of the sisters
hands down. I couldn't help myself as I stared down at her masturbating
as Steve tried to navigate and get a glance without causing a car wreck.
“So tell me Kelly, what do you think of your motherfuckin’ husband?
Let’s see... he’s done your mother and the mother of your cousin - me.
Tonight he’ll add another notch to his belt. Who knows, maybe someday
he’ll finally do his own mom.”
I stiffened as soon as the words were spoken. Damn, she knew better than
to say anything about Steve and his mom. Sure, he and Marlene did it
once but that was over thirteen years ago and today was a forbidden topic
of discussion. If I so much as hinted at the subject Steve would go into
a funk and sometimes not talk to me for the rest of the night.
“Yeah I bet you both would like to watch THAT, wouldn't you?” Steve
responded.
As I worked to get my jaw back in place I looked at my husband as if I
was seeing him for the first time.
“I don’t know who you are but where’s my husband and what did you do to
him?” I asked in disbelief.
“Lighten up Kelly,” I was told now for the second time tonight, “Just
teasing you know.”
As he finished he pulled into the driveway of a home in a relatively new
subdivision. It was one of those tracts where every house seemed to look
the same with only the numbers on the identical mailboxes giving any clue
as to which was which. Judging from the size of the trees and the sparse
lawns it looked like it wasn't all that old.
“Awwwwww, just when things were getting interesting,” my aunt whined as
she tugged her thong back in place again, licking off her fingers in the
process.
As we got out of the car, something told me the “interesting things” were
yet to come...
Chapter 5 – Sacrificing to the Karma Gods
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Heath answered the door. I instantly recognized him, even with his
clothes on. He was over six feet tall with a build that suggested an
earlier career in football or some other sport. He either was shaving
his head and past due for maintenance or just kept his hair extremely
short with just enough showing to reveal a graying along the sides. His
dark brown eyes practically bore a hole through me as he greeted us and
welcomed us in.
No sooner were we in and the door closed behind us than Ryan’s mother
came out from the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron. It was one of
those that came up to your chest but still did nothing to hide anything
in back and even in front her boobs were plainly visible. Obviously she
wasn't wasting any time!
Last to come in was Ryan. As he came down the stairs both my aunt and me
looked to watch his make his entrance. After seeing his mother’s choice
of wardrobe I was half-expecting him to just stroll in nude but he was
wearing a loose pair of gum shorts and a tight cotton muscle shirt. Wow,
it was hard to believe he was only fourteen.
“Why don't we all take as eat for a moment and get to know each other,”
his mother said, introducing herself as Susanne as her husband never
bothered making the proper introductions. It might have had something to
do with his fixation on my ass...
Judging by the general décor, I’d say Ryan’s family wasn't exactly listed
in the social register. Everything was neat and clean but the furniture
looked old and well-used and overall the place was barely decorated.
Definitely not one of the “1%ers”.
Steve and I took a seat on the love seat while my aunt sat on a chair,
leaving the couch for the three of them. Ryan took one said while his
dad took the other, leaving the idle for Susanne. I found it interesting
that Heath leaned on the arm of the couch, away from the others while
Susanne snuggled up tight against Ryan as Ryan’s hand worked its way
under the apron onto her bare thigh. Hmmm, what was that my aunt had
called him.... a “Momma’s boy”?
After a rather awkward pause my aunt took up the lead.
First I want to say I think it’s great that everyone agreed to meet today
and work this out. As you know, we don't get this sort of thing very
often so we don’t really have an established protocol.”
Ryan looked confused and seemed about to speak when his dad spoke first
saying, “She means they don't have a clue what to do.”
Aunt Linda just smiled and nodded and continued, “I’m sure you both
understand Kelly’s concerns as a teacher when she realized that Ryan
remembered her from the party this past summer.”
“Like who would forget?” Heath cut in, still staring at me.
“Heath, behave yourself,” Susanne admonished her husband, smacking him
lightly on the leg.
“Sorry babe, I have NO intention of behaving myself,” he replied with a
grin as he locked eyes with me.
“Ignoring my ridiculously horny husband,” Susanne continued almost
apologetically, “Personally I thought Linda’s suggestion was better than
anything I would’ve thought of.”
I couldn't help but think to myself why everyone couldn't simply have
agreed to just follow the rules and shut up, leaving it at that. Still,
if this is what it was going to take to make everyone happy - and close-
mouthed, then I was up to the challenge.
The three of us hadn't hardly said a word other than hello but Susanne
seemed more than willing to carry the conversation all on her own so we
let her go on.
“There WAS one thing that the guys suggested that I thought was a pretty
good idea though.”
If I was my Yorkie then my ears would have been pointed up stiff and
straight. Something was coming up that was going to screw everything up,
I just knew it.
“I know we’d agreed on the pairings but before that starts..., well as
you know the rules keep certain thing from happening at the parties, you
know?”
My mind was racing trying to solve the puzzle of her story before she
concluded. There really weren’t all that many rules once you were in.
Indeed, it was getting in that was the hard part! That left only a few
things on the table... full nudity 100% of the time except socks or
shoes, no incestual sex (that was for home, not the party), no voyeurism
- you had to stay actively involved although breaks were permitted. Of
course everything had to be consensual but that was pretty much a given
if you were there in the first place unless you took into account things
like no anal.
Well, that pretty much left just one thing then and sure enough, that was
where Susanne was heading - incestual sex.
“I don't know about you Steve, but I know my guys would LOVE to see Kelly
and her aunt get it on. As for Ryan here, it’s not often he gets to have
an audience when we do it, right baby?” she asked as Ryan looked hungrily
at his mother as she sat all but nude beside him.
My first reaction was something like, “What the f....?” but when I looked
at Steve he seemed totally into the idea. I guess when I think about it
he hadn't really seen me with my aunt all that often, as in hardly ever.
Based on the amount of mother-son “incest” porn that proliferates on the
Internet (yeah right, like the two paid skanks had ever seen each other
before the camera was rolling), the image of a young boy with an older
woman especially his mother, seems to be extremely erotic for most men.
Looking over at my aunt, I was hoping she would see the confusion in my
eyes as I just sat there waiting for someone to say what to do next.
It’s not like I’m exactly shy, but given I hadn't been entirely confident
about this entire affair now that a new wrinkle had been thrown in I was
just looking for a little guidance.
“Well, I think that’s enough small-talk, let’s get this party started,”
my aunt said a little too loudly, standing up and clapping her hands
together once as if she needed to get everyone’s attention. Judging from
the adoring stares of the three men (I guess you could call Ryan a man in
this situation) it was totally unnecessary.
As she started stripping in the middle of the room, she turned to me and
waved me up with her hand saying, “Let’s go girl, get ‘em off.”
So much for worrying about what to wear. In a few moments it didn't
matter that my aunt had dressed to the nines while I was just casual, in
the end we both wore the same suit - birthday suits that is.
Meanwhile Susanne had easily removed her apron and the three of us stood
in a row as Steve moved over to take Susanne’s place on the couch. It
was a little snug, especially for men, but their thoughts were far away
from worrying about any latent homosexual concerns.
As for what happened next, let’s just say the old adage, “Two’s company,
three’s a crowd,” proved itself to be once again applicable, at least
when all three are the same sex. While I could never be a full-blown
lesbian (I love cocks WAY too much to even think about such a thing) I
don’t mind the company of another woman now and then. For me the
difference is that I can more or less enjoy myself with just about any
man so long as he can achieve an erection. I mean like one dick is
pretty much like another and if all I want is sex then does it really
matter who it’s connected to?
With another girl it’s a much different situation. Face it, she’s not
going to fuck me as she doesn’t have the essential equipment and I’m
really not into strap-ons and dildos for the most part. Yeah, a double
ended dildo can be fun but that’s about the extent for me. To just have
sex with another woman for the sake of sex doesn’t make sense since
technically we can’t have sex! So why bother?
For me being intimate with another girl means just that - being intimate.
That’s why for the most part I only do it with close friends and family,
in other words people who mean something to me emotionally. The first
woman I ever had sex with was my mother, followed closely by her sister.
Yet when people ask me who the first girl I was with I usually say my
Freshman roomie at college as she was the first girl I was with just for
the fun of it (not to mention I was horny as hell under the restrictions
imposed by my ultra-strict university).
I’ve often said that sex is 20% physical and 80% emotional. The best sex
is more than just a dick in my pussy, it’s when it means something for it
to be there. Like when my dad fucks me it means my own father is
expressing his love and respect for me. Like when my husband makes love
to me and I know he loves me more than any other woman in the world.
It’s like when a married man fucks me despite the risks and the betrayal
to his family just because he craves my body more than his honor and
marriage. Take away the emotional aspect and it I may as well masturbate
- well, not quite that extreme but you get the idea.
That’s when I have sex with a man... With a woman the numbers change to
maybe 5% physical and 95% emotional. Sure I love the feel of a woman’s
smooth naked body against my own. Yes I believe that there are few men
who can lick my pussy as well as most girls and practically none for whom
it’s something they do instinctively well. Of course a woman can bring
me to orgasm and I LOVE the taste and smell of pussy but it’s not the
same as being fucked by a man and tasting his cum and dick.
So here I was, standing in the middle of the room with three horny men
watching while my aunt and Susanne wasted no time going at it. It’s like
one moment they were just getting up from their seats and the next they
were in a 69 on the floor with my aunt on top of Ryan’s mother, leaving
me standing there like a third wheel - a naked third wheel at that!
I guess I could have butted in and maybe we could have gotten into a
circle where each of us was eating the other out but it was almost like
the two of them wanted each other more than being worried about putting
on a show which is what I had thought the intention of this little show
had been. I knew my aunt was heavy into women (not to mention young
girls) and apparently so was Susanne, or at least she was taking full
advantage of the opportunity.
Looking over at the guys, all three of them were sitting on the edge of
their seats staring at the two older women just a few feet in front of
them making lewd comments and comparisons. Steve glanced my way once,
maybe more out of guilt than anything, but even her was more interested
in the lesbian action than me at the moment. What the hell, I figured
why not take a seat and enjoy the show myself so I returned to the love
seat and nestled back into the corner. I lifted one leg up and put my
foot on the seat while allowing the other to hang over the side with my
foot on the floor for balance. This served two purposes - it made it
easy to masturbate and hopefully gain some attention from the peanut
gallery.
Not surprisingly it was Ryan who was the first to succumb to his urges.
Without taking his eyes off his mother he reached down and undid his
jeans enough to get his hard dick out and started stroking it slowly. It
wasn’t long before the other two matched, even my husband who I knew want
all that thrilled about masturbating in front of other men. One thing I
can definitely say about my husband, he doesn’t have a homosexual gene in
his body! No crossing of swords when Steve was involved.
It was more interesting than erotic for me to watch the two mothers
licking each other to orgasm but I always enjoy masturbating so for the
moment I focused as much on my own shaved pussy as the other two hairy
ones in the room. I even managed to get a few looks from the guys but
when Susanne reached orgasm first all eyes were on her as she
demonstrated how vocal she could be - not to mention her rather diverse
vocabulary of sexually oriented cursing!
Not to be outdone, Aunt Linda soon followed and even I paused for a
moment as she lifted her head back with her eyes closed as she came.
While I knew from past experience she could be quite a talker herself, in
this case it was mostly loud moaning and groans, muffled somewhat as she
buried her face in Susanne’s soaking wet pussy.
My aunt was the first to look my way and seeing what I was doing, she
gathered herself and motioned for me to join.
“Sorry Kelly, I guess we got carried away... come over here.”
Not quite sure what she meant, I got up and walked over to them where my
aunt motioned for me to lay down. She rolled over onto her side and
twisted around to kiss Susanne. I could only imagine what it must have
been like for each of them to taste the other’s pussy cum as they made
out for a few minutes but then my aunt sat up and got on her knees.
“C’mon Susanne, Kelly’s been so patient but now it’s her turn, don’t you
think?”
As she got up I looked over at the guys. Their expressions showed a
mixed reaction. On the one hand, I thought they wanted to see a little
more lesbian action yet on the other, from the grips they had on their
erections I was pretty sure they were getting anxious to get some of
their own.
“Pussy or boobs?” my aunt asked Susanne, breaking into my musing.
“Oh that’s easy,” Susanne replied with a grin, “I just HAVE to taste that
bare pussy. Been a long time you know.”
I wasn't quite sure what the “you know” thing was all about. At first
anyone would have thought that she would have had plenty of young bare
pussy given their membership but at the same time it reminded me that the
parties were pretty strict about keeping things straight - at least
straight in terms of sticking to heterosexual sex. You would think
people who were willing to participate in such things in the first place
wouldn't have such hang-ups but then I learned that just because someone
is a pedophile doesn’t make them bisexual.
Given the parties were really geared more for adults to indulge their
pedophile desires, and the main drivers were the men who wanted young
girls, I guess it made sense. Given all the attention in the media about
priests and boy scout leaders abusing young boys, it sort of makes sense
that man-boy sex was a turn-off for many people so to keep the affair
acceptable to everyone, the “hetero only” rule was established.
Obviously Susanne was one of the moms who wished the rule was more
relaxed, or at least so far as mothers and daughters went. I sort of had
to agree with her in principle. Just because man-boy sex had a bad rep
didn't mean it had to rain on the parade of the women who wanted to have
sex with other women’s daughters. Still, assuming most of them
subscribed to the same religious and moral principles that I did, the men
had the final say in such things and so that’s the way it was.
Any further thoughts along this line disappeared as I felt Susanne’s
hands on my thighs, spreading my legs further apart as she laid down on
the floor between them and started to lick the soft inner portions of my
upper thighs. God that felt so good! Sometimes when I wear a short
skirt or even just a T-shirt Steve will sit next to me and trace his
fingers inside my thighs which just makes me even hornier and almost
enough to make me cum from that alone! Even before I was having sex with
my dad I use to sit on his lap in my nightshirt and he would do the same,
running his fingertips up and down from just below my pussy down to my
knee and then back up the other side, repeating it over and over as I
snuggled on his lap.
Meanwhile my aunt kissed me, out tongues meeting as her hand cupped my
boob and squeezed it, rubbing my nipple between her fingertips as she
did. Her hair fell in my face and she pulled it back so the guys could
watch, almost like a scene from some porn video.
Our kiss broke when I gasped as Susanne’s tongue met my shaved wet pussy,
running right up the slit and then around my sensitive clit. Damn, she
knew what she was doing down there, that was for sure. No wonder my aunt
had looked to enjoy it before when they were in the 69!
As Susanne ate my pussy, Aunt Linda turned her attention to my boobs with
her mouth, rubbing one with her hand while licking and kissing the other,
switching back and forth as she leaned over me from the side opposite the
guys so they could see everything. At least I assumed they could as I
wasn't thinking about them at all as the two mothers gave me their full
attention.
Suddenly “three’s a crowd” became “three’s just perfect”!
Susanne now had a finger inside my pussy, followed soon by second which
she was using to “fuck” me as her tongue pretty much focused on my clit.
She was resting her head against my inner right leg, allowing the guys to
get a better view of what she was doing down there, similar to how my
aunt had made sure they could see earlier. It was like they enjoyed what
they were doing to me but they were also getting off being watched by the
guys. I guess you could say it was the best of both worlds.
Some orgasms sneak up on you, building slowly and then they are there
without almost realizing it. Not this one! I was already pretty worked
up from masturbating so it wasn't like my two benefactors were starting
from scratch. Then with the two of them using every bit of experience
from their thirty or so years of sexual activity it didn't take long for
me to cum. Oh god did I cum! It was like somebody took the volume
control on my pussy and suddenly gave it a twist, going from soft and
mellow to hard rock screaming loud. My hips thrust up against Susanne’s
face as my arms reached out to my sides and my fingers dug into the
carpet.
“OH MY GOD!” I cried out as my entire body felt like each cell was going
to burst with pleasure. Talk about the big “O”, this was one for the
books as both women continued their assault on my boobs and pussy,
undeterred by my cries of ecstasy and writhing about. My pussy felt
almost like I was taking a pee as my cum poured onto Susanne’s waiting
tongue, lapping it up like a cat at a bowl of warm milk.
“OK, my turn... let me have taste of that pussy,” I heard my aunt say as
she released the grip her teeth had on my nipple.
Susanne apparently wasn't ready to put up a fuss as I felt her hair lift
off my leg and soon my aunt’s mouth and tongue replaced hers, licking my
up and down my pussy slit.
“Mmmmmmm, one thing I have to say Susanne, my niece has always had a
great tasting pussy, especially after she cums hard like this.”
I had my eyes close, laying there flat on the floor, letting the last
vestiges of that fantastic orgasm slowly fade away, only to be jolted
back no and then when my aunt would tease my clit with her tongue.
“So when did you first get to taste her?” I heard Susanne ask. I had a
feeling she was asking as much for the sake of turning on her audience as
she was interested in the response.
“Sweet sixteen,” my aunt replied, getting back up to her knees again, “If
it hadn't been for her mom I would have been her first.”
Evidently that was enough background information for Susanne. I opened
my eyes and saw Susanne turning to face the three horny guys in front of
her.
“Well, was that enough to get you guys ready?” she teased them. Yeah,
like they really needed anything from the moment we all walked in!
They nodded and grunted agreement so Susanne took control saying, “Then
why the fuck are you still dressed?”
They didn't need any further encouragement, each of them quickly standing
up and stripping off their clothes, throwing them back on the couch in
three piles. I was so proud of my hunk of a husband as he clearly had
the best physique - not to mention the biggest dick. Steve may not have
an exceptionally large dick but today he had the distinction of being the
“big man”. Heath had the edge when it came to thickness though. While
his was the shortest, it was unquestionably the fattest and I could
remember back at the party how my hand barely fit around it. Ryan won
the award for the hardest by which I mean when they stood up Ryan’s dick
was pointing straight at the ceiling with a hint of droop. Heath’s, even
when erect, still hung down while Steve’s was almost as stiff in the
upward direction as Ryan but just not quite there. In any case, Steve’s
was easily the longest which I’m sure he’d already figured out. Guys
always say they have no interest in dicks but ask them who has the
biggest in the locker room and they can tell you in an instant.
When Steve and I swap we almost always split out into separate rooms so I
just assumed we would do that as well but then I guess I was the only one
thinking of this as a normal swap. Then again, there hadn't been
anything “normal” about all this from the first time my eyes met Ryan’s
in that school hallway.
Eventually the guys just moved in on us and things just sorta morphed
into sucking and fucking right there in the family room. We started out
in the pairing I’d expected - Steve took Susanne, Ryan went to Aunt
Linda, while Heath and me were back together again. Seeing how I was
getting a replay while Susanne and my aunt were getting first timers, I
felt a little jealous but then it wasn't like heath was a slouch when it
came to sex.
As I’d expected, once Steve got into it he was more than happy to fuck
Susanne, even if she was three or four times older than he would have
preferred. He even came in her twice! During the course of the day he
pretty much stuck with her although he did fuck both me and my aunt
briefly, just enough to show he cared but not really as much as I would
have liked. Then again, he was 100% mine after we left so in the end I
got the better deal.
As for Ryan, he eventually won the award for most loads of cum with a
total of four. Actually he probably could have gone for more as he was
still hard when we left. Yes, the advantage of being a young teenage
boy, LOL. Ryan’s first load went in Aunt Linda’s pussy, then he turned
his attention to my mother as he and Steve switched places. I think
Steve preferred my aunt actually as she WAS my aunt which made it sexy
for him compared to just doing another mother. The fact she had a
daughter who loved to join in didn't hurt things either I’m sure.
Meanwhile Heath was giving me all of his attention. I was the only one
he fucked the entire time, showing no interest in my aunt and I could
only figure that his wife would get it later so why waste precious
resources on her now? He confessed early on that he’d taken a heavy of
Viagra which probably was helping him maintain an erection as loving as
he did. It was no four hours like the commercials warn against but he
still maintained it for a respectable time before he finally released
himself deep inside of me.
Before that though we went through the usual sequence that seems to
happen when you have sex with a guy who watches too much porn. First he
stood as I squatted down in front of him and sucked his rigid dick while
playing with myself. He had a nice thick crop of pubic hair which always
turns me on, especially when I would take his dick fully in my mouth and
push my face into his crotch so the coarse hair pressed against my face.
He’d obviously showered from the faint scent of body wash but that was
overpowered by the thick musk of his lust which turned me on even more.
I probably could have easily gotten him off with just a blowjob and
evidently Heath was well aware of that possibility as well so he only
allowed me to suck him a short while before taking a seat on the couch
and beckoning me to get up and ride his dick. I started out facing him,
my hands on his shoulders as he held his fat dick up for me to drop
myself down on. Like most guys with really thick cocks, he didn't have
the stiffness of a thinner dick like his son’s but it was enough to get
the job done. As wet as I was after my recent ministrations from my aunt
and his wife, even as thick as he was he was able to push it in me
without a great deal of difficulty.
“Oh Heath, if feels so big in me,” I sighed as I dropped down on him
until my butt was sitting on his lap with his dick now completely out of
site as it penetrated me. Never hurts to massage the male ego!
“Fuck you’re so tight!” he groaned, returned the favor.
Even though I knew he was probably saying it out of the heat of the
moment, I still appreciated it knowing how many young pussy’s he’d
probably fucked over the years. Also, I’m pretty proud of how tight I’ve
been able to maintain my pussy over the years. Still, to be honest with
myself I’m almost twice the age as I was when I took in my first cock and
since then hundreds more have followed. To expect me to still be as tight
as I was as a fourteen year-old teenager was simply unrealistic but then
Steve told me I was still tighter than my cousin and she was two years
younger than me. Of course god knows what her pussy had been through
during her whoring days but I still loved the comparison anyway.
Once I’d ridden his dick for a while - and noted that in his position he
was able to watch the others as well, I laid on my belly on the couch
with one leg hanging over and he entered me from behind. It was actually
quite comfortable! I had my head on a pillow with another under me to
make it easier for him to get in me and once he was in he did most of the
“work”, allowing me to enjoy the feel of him in me while at the same time
observing my husband fucking Susanne and Ryan doing my aunt.
That didn't last long though as Heath evidently didn't like this position
as much as soon he pulled out of me and flipped me over on my back,
keeping the pillow under my ass so my pussy stuck up in the air towards
him.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck you since that last party,” he said in a voice
husky with lust as he grabbed his fat dick and positioned it at the
entrance to my pussy. “Perfect combination... married but still young
enough to be tight as a teenager.”
Ahhhhhh, so THAT was what was making him want me so much. Well, whatever
gets his rocks off I guess. Evidently he liked fucking other wives,
probably swapped a lot like Steve and I did. Still, I suppose most of
those other couples had kids and face it, no pussy ever fully recovers
from that sort of abuse. I’ve actually heard of women having C-sections
just to keep their pussies tight and firm!
With my head propped up on the arm of the couch and my pussy pushed up by
the pillow, I had a ringside seat to watch as he pressed his dick in me.
Oh sure, this wasn't my first rodeo and I’d seen a lot of other dicks
doing exactly what his was doing now. That didn't matter - the rest were
all past history. What DID matter was the one I was watching now - the
one I could feel as it forced its way into my wet pussy, stretching me
out as it slowly penetrated me. I think I could be fucked by a thousand
dicks and still feel that thrill as I watch a man entering me and at the
same time feel it inside of me.
Heath continued until he was bottomed out in me with the base of his dick
now pressed against my bare pussy, his pubic hair smashed in between us
and rubbing me like a hair brush as he rotated his hips to move his dick
inside of me. It sort of tickled yet at the same time was erotic.
Meanwhile the others had swapped after having cum in their respective
targets but Heath was obviously trying to extend himself as long as
possible. Odds were that even with the Viagra he was going to be a
musket compared to the other’s machine guns with just one load before an
extended recovery time. It was no different than when my dad fucked my
these days so I understood why he was taking his time. Sometimes when he
must have been getting close he would just stop thrusting and stay still
inside of me, probably leaking precum but holding back the grand finale.
“You can cum in my mouth Heath,” I offered to him.
The reason I said that was I knew that for some guys it was a bigger
turn-on to cum in my mouth. They wanted to fuck me until they were just
about to ejaculate and then rush their dick so they could watch their cum
shoot into my open mouth and cover my tongue after which I would swallow
it all down. Personally I preferred them to stay in me but I try my best
to make guys happy and so long as they keep it out of my eyes and hair
it’s not all that bad.
“Oh no,” he all but chuckled at my offer, “You’re getting it all where it
belongs - your tight little cunt.”
Just then we both turned as Ryan called out loudly, “Oh mom, I’m
cumming!”
Considering how much sex I’ve been involved with over the years, it may
be surprising to some people who little I’d witnessed this - a son
cumming in his mother. I know my mom had often expressed her
disappointment in not having son to fuck her - hence her glee at having a
son-in-law finally. But as for watching a mom and son having sex, this
was a rather unique opportunity for me!
“You like seeing your son fucking his mom?” I asked Heath who was holding
himself still with his dick buried as far into me as he could push it.
Heath laughed softly before answering, “It was a little weird at first,
I’ll admit it, but these days he helps keep her satisfied so I’m not
complaining.”
I was thinking his son was doing more than just that but then he added on
his own thoughts on the matter.
“Besides, he’s my ticket to the dance,” Heath said with a naughty grin.
Another time and I would have loved to hear more about just how Ryan and
his mom had gotten started and then how as a family they got involved
with the other families. Like how did they even hear about it? If it
wasn't for my aunt I wouldn't have a clue such a group even existed!
Instead, as Ryan finished cumming in his mother his dad returned his
focus to fucking me, stroking himself harder and faster now. Evidently
seeing his wife taking his son’s cum had motivated him to cum himself!
“Cum in me Heath, give it to me,” I gasped as he pushed me up hard
against the arm of the couch with the force of his thrusts.
“Oh FUCK!” he groaned as his back arched and he held himself deep in me,
his cock spewing his adulterous sperm into my waiting pussy.
“God that felt so fucking good,” he gasped as the last load of cum was
released in me.
“Let me suck it,” I said, pushing him off of me as best I could.
Heath got off of me and stood next to me as I turned my head and then
twisted ion my side so I could take his rapidly dwindling dick in my
mouth. Mmmmmmm, I loved the taste of his dick covered with the wetness
of my pussy and the cum he’d left behind inside of me.
Steve and my aunt were enjoying themselves on the love seat while I saw
Susanne was sucking Ryan’s dick which seemed just as hard as it had been
to start. Heath was finished for the day, slumping down on the floor
against the couch exhausted and drained - literally.
I watched as Ryan’s mom enjoyed her son’s cock and I knew what I had to
do. OK, so I’d said I would NEVER do it. I’d made my aunt promise
earlier that I wouldn't have to do it. Yes, I still would have preferred
a second helping from his father but damn, who could blame me for seeing
a sexy fourteen year-old boy with one of the hardest erections I’d seen
in a while and NOT want him to fuck me? It was really unfair to put me
in this position; I’d have to be a saint to stick to my resolve and
nobody has ever accused me of being one.
“Come here Ryan,” I said softly, motioning to him with my finger.
Ryan looked at his mom who let his dick drop from his mouth, more or less
giving her permission to leave her. Then with a grin he got on his feet
and approached me. Now it was up to me...
“Look Ryan, if we’re going to keep seeing each other in school then let’s
at least put an end to the uncertainty... fuck me... I just want you to
fuck me and get it over with.”
OK, so I was trying to come off as not really wanting him so much as
ending the worrying and uncertainty but that wasn't the full truth and I
think he could see it in my eyes that I was holding a lot back. The way
he grinned at me after I said that told me he knew the truth. The little
bastard - he KNEW older women wanted him and while I may not be near his
mother’s age (and who knew which of her friends he was doing), I still
was almost twice his age.
“Well, if you insist,” he teased me, stroking his erection in front of
me, “But just this once, OK?”
Now who was lying through his teeth. I saw the way he was looking at me,
the way his eyes fixed on my pussy as he rubbed his hard dick. He wanted
to do me as badly as I did him and there was no way he could say
otherwise.
I turned back over my back and spread my legs, reaching out to him with
my arms. There was no foreplay, not even a kiss. He didn't even touch
me except to press my legs a little further apart as he worked his way
between them. Putting his hands on the armrest on each side of my head,
I reached down to guide his dick into me. No sooner than he felt the
warmth of my pussy against the tip of his cock, he thrust himself into
me, sliding all the way in as his dick was lubricated by my wet pussy
along with the remains of his father’s cum.
Neither of us said a word the entire time Ryan fucked me. I turned and
say the other four were watching us, my husband with his arm around my
aunt while Susanne and Heath remained seated on the floor a few feet
apart. Was this what they had been waiting for, to see Ryan fucking me?
To see the student fucking the teacher? Granted, I wasn't one of his
teachers but it was close enough.
After having fucked my aunt twice and his mother once you would have
thought the fourth time would take a bit of work but either he was just a
young stud or the excitement of fucking a teacher was enough to get him
going again. Maybe a bit of both? In any case it seemed like he had
just started doing me when he grunted and turned to look at his mom and I
knew he was cumming in me.
In that instant yet another moral principle crumbled - I was fucking a
student and letting him cum in me! Of course every boy I’d fucked was
technically a student but in this case it was one I actually saw in
school. It would have been even worse if he was actually in one of my
classes but meeting in the hallways was close enough.
Once Ryan has unloaded, he leaned back and pulled out of me, returning
back to the arms of his mother. Wow, talk about impersonal sex. He’d
fucked me, cum in me, and now was off me having touched me with not much
more than his cock and never having said a word the entire time.
That pretty much ended the day. As we dressed Heath pulled me aside and
asked if we could meet again more privately but I told him it would have
to be at another party. I tried to be polite but I really wasn’t into
doing a guy in his situation. There’s just something about having his
wife's permission, make that encouragement even, that just doesn't appeal
to me. That said I wouldn't be opposed to a regular swap sometime
without Ryan’s involvement but we typically try not to meet with people a
second time unless they were really special.
Once he had struck out, Heath gathered his things, said a quick goodbye
and headed off probably to take a shower. Ryan and his mom took a seat
on the love seat while the three of us sat on the couch. We were all
still naked but it wasn't like anyone really was making a big deal out of
it. I almost smiled as I thought about how my mom use to fuss if my dad
and I sat on the furniture after sex, telling us to get cleaned up first
if we were going to stay naked.
“Well, THAT was pretty good if you ask me,” Susanne broke the silence,
reaching over to grab her son’s dick.
It wasn’t like she intended to really do anything but more like she just
enjoyed holding it. I could relate as I often did the same with Steve
when we would watch TV or sit in a movie theater. Just the feel of his
cock in my hand made me feel secure and loved.
“I think so too,” Aunt Linda responded, “Your son there is quite a
lover.”
Susanne smiled and wiggled Ryan’s dick a little in her hand. “Yeah, I’ve
got quite the little motherfucker on my hands.”
“Mom!” Ryan protested and I got the impression this was a routine they’d
played out before.
“Sorry, you’re definitely not little!” Susanne corrected herself and then
she leaned over to kiss him.
Steve was looking a little bored so I reached onto his lap and took hold
of his dick, giving it a playful squeeze. He wasn’t flaccid by any means
even after satisfying my aunt and Susanne, but his semi-erect dick was no
match at the moment for young Ryan’s.
Then my aunt turned her attention to me saying, “So Kelly, another
milestone?”
I looked at her sharply but she didn't take the hint and instead seemed
to think I didn't understand what she was saying.
“You know, screwing a student?” she went on, “After all that fussing
about it you certainly didn't seem to mind when it finally happened.”
What was I suppose to say? I was wrong all those years when I vowed this
sort of thing would never happen? That I was now going to act as a wolf
in an unguarded herd of sheep, seeking out every young charge in my class
for sex? Well, THAT was never going to happen and she knew it.
There was no sense in trying to argue with her. My aunt was like dealing
with a huge supertanker - you couldn't stop it but you could change its
course.
“So tell me Susanne, how did you and Ryan get started?”
It worked. My aunt was obviously more interested in the answer to that
question than teasing me as she turned her attention to Susanne.
Susanne just shrugged as if it was no big deal for me to ask her and she
then spent the next five or ten minutes giving us the rundown on her
family. Like most of the people I’d had a chance to talk with who were
involved with their kids, they were first generation in that incest was
not in their DNA. What I mean is that they didn't have sex with other
members of their family, not now or any time in the past.
Apparently it was actually Ryan who got things started. As an only child
with a father who travelled a lot for work, he spent a lot of time home
alone with his mother. While not intending anything sexual, she had let
him sleep next to her at night when Heath was gone on trips, not
realizing the effect that was having on him as he got older. While not
dressing in full pajamas, she didn't wear sexy lingerie at night but
rather typical nightgowns like most women wear to bed.
Things began to change when puberty hit Ryan like a truck and he learned
what his penis was for. Ryan blushed as his mother told us about how he
was a masturbating fanatic when he was twelve. Like most kids, he had no
idea that his mom knew pretty much everything he did. I smiled as she
poked Ryan and said, “You didn’t think I could smell those wet tissues
that started filling the garbage can in your room, did you?”
Then there was the crusty underwear and pajama bottoms, not to mention
the porn he starting hiding under his bed. He started locking the
bathroom door, taking much longer than usual to finish his business.
Susanne said she had mentioned all this to heath but they had agreed it
was all just a normal part of a boy becoming a man.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was one day when Susanne was making
Ryan’s bed and while tucking in the sheets she noticed something under
the mattress which turned out to be a pair of her panties that had
obviously been stolen from the laundry as they weren’t clean. Not only
had they not been washed, but she noted that they were covered with dried
cum as well. Again, she brought this up to her husband and was mildly
surprised at his response - he’d done the same with his mother’s
underwear so it was just a phase Ryan was going through.
Susanne wasn’t exactly all that straight-laced when it came to sex and
actually considered herself rather open-minded. She’s given up her
virginity when she was sixteen and had a healthy, if somewhat limited,
sex life for the remainder of high school. She had planned on going to
college but then she met Heath and they got married - against their
parent’s advice. While happy in her marriage, they both knew their sex
life had dwindled since the birth of their son so Heath found out about
this swapping group and they managed to get admitted.
Some of the other couples they swapped with had sons as well and Susanne
learned that her son wasn’t much different from the rest. In fact, one
mother had told her she should feel lucky that Ryan wasn’t trying to spy
on her or even trying on her underwear. They almost unanimously had the
same advice - give him some rope, don’t embarrass him and he’d grow out
of it.
There was one mother though who hinted at something more. While not
coming right out and saying it, there was a definite hint that a son
could be satisfying in more ways than one. The idea of having sex with
her own son was shocking to Susanne, but at the same time it got her
thinking about it...
Not long after she was doing laundry and was carrying the laundry basket
to Ryan’s room with his fresh clothes. The door to his room was cracked,
as if he had meant to shut it but it hadn't fully shut and was now
opening up slightly. Just as she was about to knock and walk in she
heard a groaning sound and at first she about burst in thinking something
was wrong. Just as she was about to push on the door she heard Ryan
inside.
“Oh mom, I want to fuck you so bad!”
Well, THAT got her attention so she laid the laundry basket down and
tried to look through the crack but she could barely see his head as he
laid on the bed. Ever so carefully she pushed on the door gently until
she could see inside. To her shock and amazement, there was her baby boy
laying naked on the bed rubbing his dick with what had to be a pair of
her panties while holding up a photo of her and him that was suppose to
be on the coffee table in the living room. Evidently he’d been at it for
a while because as she watched she saw him grown and start shooting his
cum into her panties.
Not knowing what else to do, Susanne backed away from the door and picked
up the laundry basket, trying to sneak away without alerting her son that
she’d seen what he was doing. Unfortunately the floor squeaked loudly as
she stepped back, sounding like a rifle shot in the stillness. There was
a sudden rustling inside the room and then an anxious voice called out.
“Mom?” Ryan called out, sounding more like he was hoping against hope
that nobody would answer.
Susanne didn't answer but instead made her way back to the laundry room
as quickly as possible. She started folding some clothes when Ryan
appeared, his face all flushed and looking totally nervous. She managed
to convince him that she had no idea what he was worried about but later
that night she told Heath about it and for the first time, he role-played
as Ryan when they had sex. It was by far the best sex they’d had in
ages!
At this point Ryan was getting restless and Steve wasn't exactly behaving
himself either, reaching over to tickle my nipples and toy with me as
Susanne tried to finish up. Seeing the problem, she summed things up
more quickly, leaving out all the details. Oh well, half a loaf was
better than none.
For the next few weeks it was like a game between Susanne and her son.
She started masturbating when he was home, leaving her bedroom door ajar
when she knew he could see her. To her own surprise, she was getting
herself off better than ever knowing her son was watching, even if he
didn't know she knew he was peeping on her.
The next time Heath went out of town, Susanne knew it was time. Although
she still found the idea almost impossible to fathom, she was thinking
nothing but of her son’s erection whenever she masturbated, even when
heath was making love to her. It was like she had to know if this was
just something mother’s and sons did or was it more, was it something
special between them?
Heath had just turned thirteen and was finishing up seventh grade. It
had been a couple of years since he’d slept with her when his dad was out
of town as Susanne thought it was inappropriate for a boy entering
puberty to spend the night in bed next to his mother. Well, so much for
being appropriate. The very first night as they got ready for bed she
asked Ryan if he would like to sleep with her again, for old time’s sake.
Ryan didn't have to be asked twice, coming in the room in loose boxer
shorts which was his typical night time attire now, mimicking his father.
Susanne was already in bed and she couldn't help but smile at the
reaction of her son when she pulled back the covers to let him in and he
saw she was wearing a sheer black negligee and panties, none of which did
much to hide anything.
It was dark in the room once he got in bed and she turned off the light.
Susanne had been masturbating to get herself ready, afraid that if she
wasn't really horny she might not go through with it. She could only
imagine poor Ryan in the dark next to her, next to his half-naked mother
who he’d been masturbating about so much lately.
Knowing that as the mother it was up to her to make the first moved,
Susanne snuggled up to Ryan and draped her leg over his, pressing her
crotch in against his hip. Ryan didn't move, like he was frozen.
There was so much she wanted to say to him but she didn't trust her
voice. As much as she wanted this to happen, how could she actually SAY
it? The room was deathly quiet, the only sound the deep breathing from
Ryan which was definitely quicker than it had been before.
Reaching down, Susanne pushed her hand under the waistband of her son’s
boxers and reached down to find his erect dick waiting for her. From
there one thing led to another yet the entire time, neither of them said
a word. By the time they eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms,
Susanne had sucked her son’s dick and felt him on top of her with that
same dick buried deeply in his mother’s pussy, followed not long after by
the first of several loads of cum he would release into her that night.
The next morning she woke first. They were both nude in bed, the covers
flung off so she had the perfect view of her son’s naked body. Her first
thoughts were something like, OH my god, what have I done?” but those
soon cleared to make way for, “God I HAVE to have that again.”
This time they spoke. With the room lit she could now see his dick as it
entered her and they each expressed their pent up desires for the other.
Now that the dam was broke, it was like she had unleashed a sexual
monster. While Heath was away, it was like he was asking her to let him
fuck her all the time and with the regenerative powers of a boy just
entering his teens, it was almost overwhelming for Susanne.
Susanne actually told her husband what happened on the phone that day but
it wasn't until he returned that he got to see it for himself. Ryan was
really worried and nervous when Susanne said his father wanted to watch
but once his dick was in her mouth it was like he didn't even know his
dad was in the room.
That was pretty much it until a few months back. Susanne was feeling
rather guilty that she was getting all the joy of a son while poor Heath
was getting sloppy seconds more often than not. It was during another
swap that Susanne confessed to the other wife that she was now in an
incestual relationship. The wife also had a son about Ryan’s age and she
also confessed that she had been doing her son for a couple of years now.
When Susanne asked how her husband dealt with it, the other wife was a
little cagey, mentioning something about there were ways to satisfy his
needs. She wouldn't say more but rather referred her to my aunt.
They had to go through all the additional checks and such, including the
mandatory video showing Ryan having sex with her. It was the first time
anyone had ever taken photos, let alone a video of her doing it but
everyone has to so as to ensure they are not just bluffing and looking to
maybe go undercover to expose the group. Their first party had actually
been the one Steve and I had attended and she remembered how while Heath
had loved the opportunity to do what every man dreams of - fucking a
thirteen year-old girl, he had shown a special interest in me.
Meanwhile, it taught her something else - her son’s lust for older women.
At the party Ryan hadn't done any of the girls his age, instead
concentrating on the other mothers. While Susanne was proud to see how
they all wanted her son, at the same time she wondered why he wasn't
interested in young girls his age.
At that point Ryan cut off the long dialogue of his mother...
“Because they remind me of you, mom!”
Susanne had obviously heard that answer before from the way she beamed
and then turned to kiss him, giving his dick a couple of good strokes in
the process. I got the distinct impression that they wanted to be left
alone, the same impression my aunt seem to pick up.
“I think that’s our cue to leave,” she said softly so as not to interfere
with what was rapidly turning to be another round between Ryan and his
mother. I had to say one thing, they certainly seemed to love doing it
together!
We dressed quickly and tried to say goodbye but the two of them were
locked in each other’s arms, her hand on his dick and his between her
legs. Oh well, it wasn’t like we need to say a whole lot more.
Chapter 6 - Postlude
====================
It goes without saying that I was a nervous wreck the next school day.
On the one hand I couldn't believe I’d let Ryan fuck me - and that I had
been the one to ask at that. On the other hand it was like a load had
been lifted from my shoulders in that it was done and over. No more sly
looks in the hallway, no more worrying about whether he would say
anything to me or worse, to anyone else.
The best thing about the whole affair was confirmed the first time Ryan
passed me in school. He looked at me, smiled, and then just walked on
without even a smirk like he’d done before. It was like we now shared
something that was between just the two of us and didn't need to expand
beyond that. I have to say I had never expected it to turn out this
well. Yes, Ryan had fucked me but it was about as impersonal and basic
as sex can be. He hadn't even touched me, let alone kiss me! It was
like he was telling me, yeah, I can fuck you if I want but I really don't
want to.
Had almost any other man told me that or even implied it I would have
been offended majorly. But this was something special and unique. Yes,
I’d fucked a student but that’s all it was. It was done and over so
should anything happen in the future it wasn't like I would be violating
a scared vow. Not that I plan on starting to have sex with my students -
far from it. I still have way too many fears about being found out to
think of ever doing anything like that.
If I wanted to be technical, Ryan was no more one of my students than any
of the other boys I’ve been with recently so let me close with this... I
will NEVER have sex with one of my students. And this time I mean it!
THE END