Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2006 19:31:51 -0500
From: jockhunger@yahoo.com
Subject: Sharin Chapter Four -- Let the Games Begin

	Back in his bedroom following the "photo shoot," Geoff thought
about the phone conversation he had eavesdropped in on.  He recalled how
Sharon, his older son's girlfriend, had wanted to know how big his dick
was and how she wanted a picture of him naked.  He recalled the
subterfuge he went through to get a gym membership and a Polaroid
camera.  He thought about how his sons took pictures of him--all the
while thinking they were pulling a fast one over on their old man.
	Randy, on the other hand had, during the photo shoot, acquired a
monster-sized case of blueballs and needed Sharon to rush over and give
him a much-needed blowjob.  Lance was on his way to the phone to
convince his girlfriend to give his brother some relief.  She, after
all, was the one who enforced the no jack-off edict.
	Just thinking about Sharon wanting to see him naked caused Geoff
to bone up.  He jettisoned his first volley of seed into sink in the
master bathroom at the same time he heard the shower start upstairs.
`I hope the boys know it's okay to jack off,' Geoff thought as his nuts
jerked and spewed even more jism into the sink.  `I gotta figure a way
to let 'em know it's okay without it sounding like a lecture,' he
thought, trying to soothe his aching balls.  `Jesus!  Why am I so turned
on?  Some high school cheerleader fantasy or what?' he thought, thinking
about Sharon.  That brought on a few more spurts even after he thought
he was done.  "Damn, that feels good!"
	"Sharon," Lance whispered hoarsely into the phone receiver, "you
gotta come over right away.  Otherwise, Squirt's not gonna make it.  I'm
serious.  We'll have to take him to the hospital or something."
	"What's wrong?" Sharon asked frantically.
	"Blueballs.  I'm talking midnight blue."
	Sharon started giggling.
	"It's no laughing matter.  This is my brother we're talkin'
about, damn it!  You're the one who got him hooked on blowjobs, so you
gotta help him out.  Just this once.  It's not his fault.  He's only
thirteen for Christ's sake.  He hasn't learned how to control it yet."
	Hearing the loving sincerity in Lance's voice, Sharon said, "I'll
be right over."  She didn't even bother to say goodbye.
	"Run red lights if you have to," Lance said but she had already
hung up.  Rushing into the bathroom, Lance said, "She's on her way
over.  Just hold on."
	"K."
	"You didn't ... do it ... did you?"
	"Nuh."
	"She can tell, so tell me the truth."
	Randy slid the curtain open.  His erection was a violent purple.
His balls were bloated and he still had a grimace on his face.
	"You're supposed to be sprayin' your balls with the cold water,
you dumb shit!" Lance said, slapping his brother on the back of the
head.
	Turning into the spray, Randy whined, "I didn't know.  I've never
done this before."
	Lance reached around and turned off the hot water knob.  "I said
cold, not warm."
	Randy flinched from the shock.
	"Stay there till she gets here.  I'll figure a way to sneak her
upstairs."
	Almost like another Christmas present, Sharon got to the house
before Anita got home from church.  Geoff was still in his bedroom, so
Lance pointed upstairs and said, "I'll go distract Dad."
	When Sharon got to the bathroom, Randy was shivering, his teeth
were chattering and his lips were turning blue.  She turned off the
water, snatched a towel off the closest rod and wrapped it around his
shoulders.  The towel was so big, he looked like a flood victim evacuee
wrapped in a blanket.  Then she knelt on the outside of the tub.
	"Come to me, baby.  Give me your big ol' load."
	Her warm mouth on his ice-cold hard-on set him off and he cummed
until he couldn't stand up any longer.  As his knees buckled, Sharon
laid him in the tub, his cock still jerking even though nothing was
coming out.  She crawled in the tub with him and sucked him some more.
He instantly hardened again.
	"You got some more for me, don't you, baby?"
	Randy mewled in agony.  He wanted to cum again but he knew he
couldn't.  Not so soon after squirting such a big load.  But her mouth
felt so good as warmth began to return to his groin, thighs and abdomen.
	"Mom's home," Lance said, bounding into the bathroom.  "You've
got like, two minutes while she changes clothes.  Three at the max."
	"Give me yours," Sharon said, remaining on her knees in the tub
but twisting at the waist.
	"Take care of him," Lance said, "I can wait."
	"Mmmm," Sharon moaned as she went down of Randy again.  She
bobbed four or five times and said, "Cum for me, big boy."
	To Randy's surprise, when she went down on him, he started
cumming again.  It felt like his balls were being sucked out of his dick
through his cum tube.  It hurt so bad his toes curled but it felt so
good he couldn't stop shooting.  He stuffed the towel in his mouth and
screamed, "Oh god, oh god, oh god," with each spurt.
	"Oh fuck!  No I can't," Lance said urgently.  "I can't wait,
Sharon."
	She quickly raised up to engulf Lance's cock.
	"Jesus, Christmas!  Just watching you give my brother that much
pleasure got me so hot.  Fuck!"  Lance flooded Sharon's mouth with cum.
She swallowed valiantly, not wasting a drop.
	When he was done cumming, Sharon asked, "What the hell have you
two been doin' to get you so hot?"
	"Lance, didn't you tell her?" Randy asked.
	"What?" Sharon asked.
	"Gotta get downstairs," Lance said.  "We'll tell you later."
	"We'll show you later," Randy said devilishly.
	Recovering from his lust-induced orgasm, Lance took a moment to
evaluate his brother's condition.  "Dude, take a hot shower.  Get some
color back in your face.  You look like a ghost."
	"Well, she sucked the life blood out of me ... twice.  Whaddya
expect?"
	"Sharon, go on downstairs.  I'll get dressed and be there in a
minute.  If they ask, tell the folks I'm up here waking Randy from a
nap."
	"A nap?"
	"We'll cover somehow," Lance said, helping her get out of the
tub.
	"Water spots," Randy warned weakly.
	Looking at the wet stains on her jeans, Sharon said, "I'll tell
'em I got splashed with slush by a car on the way over."
	"We'll ask you about it when we come down so they won't wonder."
	"Love you," Sharon said, giving Lance a peck on the cheek.  Then
she blew Randy a kiss.  "You, too, Squirt ... big Squirt ... huge Squirt!"
	"Go!" Lance insisted.  When she was gone, he asked, "You need any
help, bro?  You don't look so good."
	"Cold.  Frozen.  But I'll be okay.  Go get dressed."
	By the time Lance walked into the living room, Geoff, Anita and
Sharon were chatting amiably.
	"Hi, Sweetie, sorry to keep you waiting," Lance said to Sharon.
	"No problem," Sharon said sweetly.  "Your mom was telling me
about the poinsettias falling off the altar, knocking over the candles
and everything."
	"Really," Lance said.  "Was anyone hurt?"
	"No," Anita said.  "And the candle wax actually snuffed out most
of the candles.  Mr. Bloomquist threw the holy water on what didn't go
out on its own.  Thank god the floors are marble or granite or whatever."
	"I guess!" Geoff said as if he really cared--but Lance knew
differently.
	Randy walked in, bundled up in an oversized robe they'd pilfered
from some hotel while on vacation once.
	"Honey!" Anita cried.  "You don't look well, what's wrong?"
	"I ... was putting out the trash and I ... uh, fell in the snow
... right where it's all slushy ... you know, by the dryer vent.
Anyway, by the time I got back inside, I was ..."
	"Chilled to the bone."  Lance smirked to emphasize his double-
entendre to Sharon and Randy.
	"So he sent me upstairs to take a shower," Randy finished,
suppressing a smile at his brother's `bone' remark.
	A warning glance from Sharon suggested that he not explain any
further and that his ruse was okay because she hadn't said anything
about taking a nap.
	"You look like someone cold-cocked you," Sharon said, making a
fist and performing a dainty little punch-to-the-chin type of move.
	Randy and Lance smiled at her double meaning, too.  Seeing their
expressions, even Geoff had trouble suppressing a smile.  He thought
the kid's way of using double entendres was imaginative.  He didn't
know, however, that they were "spot-on" descriptive.
	"So anyway, I volunteered to go back after lunch to help clean up
the mess," Anita said.
	"But it's Christmas, Mom," Randy whined.
	"I know but you've already opened all your presents.  The rest of
the day will just be you three lying around watching football on TV
anyway."
	"Yeah, you're right," Geoff said, absentmindedly cupping his
crotch like Randy had noticed so many guys do.  "Uh ... Sharon ...
would you like to stay for lunch?  It's not anything special.  Ham and
sweet potatoes."
	"Good idea!" Anita said.  "That would be lovely."
	"I guess I could call my folks and okay it with them.  Yeah,
thanks, I'd love to.  After all, if all goes as planned, we'll all be
like one big happy family someday, anyway."
	"Oh really?" Anita said excitedly.  "Is there something you're
not telling us, Lance?"
	"Uh ... no, not me."
	"Nothing like that," Sharon said.  "I've got college first."
Then, as if thinking, she added, "Although ... if Lance doesn't propose
soon, maybe I can convince Squirt to marry me."  Then she reached over
and began tickling Randy.
	As he giggled and tried to get away, her hand brushed inside the
robe only to discover he wasn't wearing anything else.  She quickly
stopped tickling him.
	"Eewh!" Randy said, "Girls!"  He couldn't believe he could still
dupe his parents with that line--even though he was thirteen.
	Anita laughed.  "You'll think differently when the right girl
comes along."
	"I know I did," Geoff said, reaching out to Anita.
	They held hands momentarily before Anita said, "Well, I'll get the
ham out of the oven.  It should be ready if the timer worked properly."
	"Smells like it did," Randy said, suddenly realizing he was
hungry.
	"I'll help," Sharon said.  "I think I know where most of the stuff
is--to set the table, at least."
	Lance suggested that Randy get dressed since Sharon was staying
for lunch, so he went up and changed into jeans and a T-shirt.
	When lunch was on the table, Sharon made sure she sat on the side
of the table closest to Geoff.  Randy was across from her while Lance
was next to her, closer to his mom's end of the table.  While she ate
with her right hand, her left hand was in Lance's crotch.  She also
seductively fucked Randy with her eyes while maintaining a perfectly
normal conversation with Anita and Geoff.  At one point, she crossed her
left leg over her right knee and accidentally bumped Geoff's leg.
	"Oops, was that you or the table leg?"
	"Me."
	"Sorry."
	"That's okay."
	A little later, she began bouncing her leg like she had pent-up
nervous energy.  Naturally, Geoff could feel her foot rubbing against
his calf.  `This only happens in cheap movies,' he thought.  Then a
moment later he thought, `Who gives a shit.  Enjoy it while you can.
It'll make for some fresh fantasy material--for when I jack-off later.'
	When lunch was over, Sharon insisted Anita go back to church and
she'd clean up.  Thanking her, Anita went to change into clothes she
wore when she did her housekeeping chores.  The two boys helped clear
the table and wash the dishes.  There were too many to stack in the
strainer so Randy began drying them.
	"I'll be in the family room," Geoff said, deliberately leaving the
three teenagers alone.  He hoped his absence would encourage them to
speed up whatever activity Sharon had planned with regards to his nudie
photo.
	"We'll be in once we're done," Lance said.  Then he
whispered to Randy, "Sneak upstairs and get it."
	"Got it right here," Randy said, patting his pants pocket.
	"Let her see it."
	Anita came in the kitchen to thank Sharon for all her help and
said she was leaving.
	"We're just about done here," Sharon said.  Once Anita left,
Sharon asked insistently, "See what?"  Her arms were elbow-deep in
dishwater.
	Lance said, "Dad got a Polaroid camera for Christmas."
	"How archaic!  Must have been from some old fart.  Anyone should
know digital is the way to go."
	"No matter, it worked out great for us," Lance said.
	"He got a gift certificate to Fitness Witness, too," Randy said.
	"So we convinced him he had to have a `before' and `after' photo,
so he let us take a picture of him."
	"Really?"
	"We talked him into letting us take 'em in the nude," Lance said.
	"We even got pictures of us in the nude, too." Randy said proudly.
	"You were all naked in the same room at the same time.  How hot is
that?" Sharon said gleefully.
	"Maybe for you," Lance said, "but not for us guys.  Anyway,
Squirt, the little prestidigitator, magically made one disappear."
	"You didn't!" Sharon said excitedly.
	"And since you were so concerned for my health that you made a
house call," Randy said, "I can just as easily make it reappear!"  With
a flourish of the tea towel, he whipped the picture out of his pocket
and stuck it under her nose.
	Sharon's jaw dropped.  She gulped like a fish out of water, trying
to say something.  All that came out was a high-pitched squeal.
	"Is everything okay in there?" Geoff called out from the family
room.
	"Yeah, Dad, Squirt's just tickling Sharon.  Payback for earlier."
	"Play nice, children," Geoff intoned.
	"He's got a hard-on," Sharon whispered, not once taking her eyes
off the photo.  "Ohmigod!  He's not circumcised!"
	"Yeah, that's been a bone of contention all our lives," Lance
said.  "Mom wanted us circumcised, Dad didn't.  I guess, in the
hospital, Moms rule."
	"Shit!  I love foreskin!  Get my tongue up under that sweet
curtain of excess flesh and just suck on it all day ... like salt water
taffy."
	"Damn, that kind of talk makes me hot!" Lance said.
	"Me, too." Randy said.
	"Game's startin'," Geoff yelled.
	"Be right in," Lance yelled back.  "Wanna watch some gridiron?"
	"All those hot sweaty jocks packed into tight shoe-laced drawers?
Hell yeah!" Sharon said.
	Slapping Lance's butt, she said, "Bring me a pop."  Then she
floated out of the kitchen like she was a princess, her hands holding
up an imaginary bell gown.
	"Oh yeah," Lance said as she was leaving, "I forgot.  Your dad
actually plays sports.  He doesn't just watch 'em."
	When she got to the family room, she asked, "Okay if I watch?"
She noticed Geoff was stretched out on the sofa.
	"Sure, have a seat," Geoff said, waving toward his recliner.
	"Where do the boys usually sit?"
	"They always lie on the floor in front of the TV.  I tell 'em it's
bad for their eyes but they don't listen."
	"Yeah," Sharon said, "but I understand that's not the only thing
that'll cause 'em to go blind."  Then she sat on the floor with her back
to the front of the sofa.
	"You can have the chair."
	"Okay if I sit here?  That way I'll be close to everybody."  Then
she rested her left elbow on the seat cushion near his calves.  "Who we
rooting for?"
	"The home team, of course," Lance said as he walked into the room,
handing her a glass of pop.
	"Okay, I'll cheer for the opposition."
	"Why?" Randy asked, flopping belly-down in front of the TV.
	"To make it more interesting."
	"What's interesting about that?" Lance asked, joining his brother
on the floor and looking back over his shoulder at her.
	"It's a game an old boyfriend taught me.  Choose one--Off sides,
holding or false start."
	"Why?" Lance scowled at the mention of an ex-boyfriend.
	"Just do it."
	"Off sides," Lance said.
	"Holding," Randy said.
	"Well, I guess `false start' is yours," Sharon said, patting
Geoff's thigh.
	"Mine for what?" Geoff asked, flinching involuntarily from the
unexpected contact.
	"You'll see," Anita said.  "The rules are simple.  If my team gets
either of those penalties, I have to pay up.  If your team gets
penalized, YOU have to pay the penalty."
	"What penalty?" Randy asked.
	"You'll find out when the first penalty happens."
	Lance looked at Sharon and she winked.  He noticed her hand was
still resting innocently on his dad's thigh but it looked like his dad
was boning up.
	It was less than three minutes into the game and the first "off
sides" was called--on Sharon's team.
	"Pull it out," Sharon said, crawling across the floor to Lance.
	"What?"
	"You get a free suck!"
	"Sharon!" Lance said, cutting his eyes back and forth between her
and his dad.  "But Dad's ..."
	"Your dad's got `false start.'  He'll get his turn."
	"No way!" Geoff said.  "The picture was one thing but ..."
	"You knew about the picture?" Lance shouted.
	Sharon unzipped Lance, thankful for the diversion their discussion
was creating.  That way, what she was doing wasn't the center of
attention.
	"I had a good idea," Geoff said, not wanting to reveal that he'd
listened in on their earlier phone conversation.  "But sex is out of the
question.  I mean, I'm flattered.  Really, Sharon, but ..."
	"It's not sex!" Sharon argued.  "Tell him, Lance."
	While Sharon gave Lance a blowjob, he explained the "dates with
perks" concept.
	Geoff listened, trying to comprehend the concept while being
distracted by his son being given a blowjob right in front of him.  He
knew he should put a stop to it but both Lance and Sharon were of legal
age.  He knew he should stop it because Randy was in the room but he
didn't because he was getting so horny watching them.  `Besides,'
Geoff thought, `I've heard of fathers taking their sons to whorehouses
for their first experience.'
	When Lance was done with his explanation,
Randy said, "She's really good at it, Dad."  Then Randy yelled,
"Holding!  There's a holding call."  He started unzipping.
	"Which team?" Sharon asked.
	"The home team," Randy said, hauling out his boner.
	"You pay up," Sharon said.  Then she began unzipping.
	"You mean ...?"  Then Randy wagged his tongue.
	Sharon nodded as she slipped her jeans and panties off.
	"We can't do this," Geoff said.
	"Yes we can.  She loves it.  And besides, it's not sex.  It's ...
perks!" Randy said.  "Besides, we've done it before so I know it can be
done.  It's fun, Dad."
	Sharon spread her legs, so Geoff got a full-on view and his cock
pumped out a jewel of juice into his shorts.
	"For how long?" Randy asked before he went down between her legs.
	"Until the next foul." Sharon said, rolling her eyes as Randy
worked his tongue into her slit.  She had two orgasms before the guys'
team got fouled and she had to give Squirt a blowjob.  He was just about
ready to blow a load when a "false start" was called.
	"Which team was it?" Randy asked.
	"Your team!" Lance screamed.  "Dad!  Unzip."
	"No.  This is all too sudden.  I mean, it's wrong."
	"It's not wrong if I don't object." Sharon said.
	"But Anita.  It would be cheating.  You guys are single."
	"Dad," Lance said, "we know ... Randy and I know Mom ... well,
Mom doesn't ..."
	"But it's still cheating."
	"Does your wife blow you?" Sharon asked.
	"No." Geoff said before he even thought about it being wrong to
discuss intimate details about his sex life with teenagers.
	"How is it cheating if I do something she's not willing to do?
Let me put it a different way.  If I took something from you that she
enjoys doing for you, that would be cheating on her."
	"C'mon Dad, when you ever gonna get another chance like this?"
Lance urged.
	Sharon pulled her sweater off, displaying her bare boobs.
"Please, Daddy," Sharon mimicked Lance's tone.  Then she began unzipping
Geoff's pants.  "I'll tell you what.  If, after I'm done, you want to
accuse me of rape, I'll admit to it in court.  But right now, I want to
suck that big ... uncircumcised ... pussy packer."
	"Oh fuck!" Geoff moaned but he didn't resist.
	"I want to run my tongue under your foreskin and suck all that
curtain down my throat."
	"Just fuckin' do it!" Lance shouted.  "Jesus, I'm about to cum
just listenin' to ya!"
	Randy crawled up so he could observe first-hand what she did with
his dad's unfamiliar excess skin.
	With her left hand, Sharon lifted Geoff's half-limp cock to her
tongue, pulled back the excess flesh and stuck the tip of her tongue
into Geoff's piss slit.  She slid the foreskin back down over Geoff's
cock head and her tongue before she closed her mouth around his cock.
	Geoff's hips shot up, trying to force more of his dick into her
mouth.  `Jesus.  I should be hard by now.  What the fuck's the matter?
She's a beautiful girl.  She's obviously talented.  She's eighteen
fuckin' years old, for Christ's sake!  Maybe that's it.  She's my son's
fuckin' girlfriend.  I know!  It's because I'm afraid I'll get caught.'
	"Ummm," Sharon moaned.  "Mm, mm, mummm!"  Without removing her
mouth from the cock head, she ran her tongue underneath the skin along
the right ridge of Geoff's cock head, underneath, up the left side of
the crown and back to the topside.  Then she did it in reverse order.
She got a jerk from his cock when she did it in that direction.  When
she got to the underside, she thought, `This is where it's the most
sensitive.'	Geoff's bone shot up to full hardness.
	Foregoing the foreskin for a moment, she withdrew her tongue and
went all the way down.  It took two attempts but, once she had him fully
lodged in her throat, she looked up into his eyes.  Sure enough, he was
staring in wonderment.
	"Fuck!" Randy whispered.  "She took it all!"
	Randy jumped when Lance whispered next to his ear, "Awesome."  He
hadn't heard Lance get up or crawl over to kneel next to him.  His heart
pounded loudly in his ear, like a kid caught doing something he
shouldn't--or watching something he shouldn't.
	"Dad's huge and she took it all like it was ... a strand of
spaghetti," Randy said in wonder.
	"Yeah but that fucker ain't no limp noodle, bro."
	"Fuckin' A, it ain't."
	"We shouldn't be doing this," Geoff said with no real conviction
in his voice.
	"You're right," Sharon said, coming up for air.  "Stand up, all
three of you."  Once they were standing, she looked from one to the
other.  Lance's and Randy's cocks were sticking straight up. Geoff's,
although it stood up, it had a distinctive downward curve to it--about
two inches from the end.  Still on her knees, she said, "Hip to hip."
	"Oh yeah," Lance said encouragingly.  "Family Affair grown-up
style."
	"Give me ten seconds on the clock," Sharon said, pointing to the
clock on the wall.  "Then tap me on the head."  Starting with Randy, she
sucked for ten seconds, moved to Lance and then to Geoff.  She continued
in rotation over and over, never giving any of them more than twenty
seconds rest before she was back down on them.  This went on for a good
ten minutes before she said, "Okay, fellas, time to reward your dad for
being such a good sport.  You two jerk-off and cum all over my tits
while I suck the baby makers outta your dad's balls.
	"Jerk-off?" Lance whined.
	Looking in Randy's eyes like she could read something no one else
could see, she said, "I love to watch guys jerkin' off.  It really turns
me on."  Then looking Lance straight in the eyes, she said, "First one
to cum on my tits, gets to eat my snatch.  And let me tell ya, it's
ripe!"
	"Awh fuck!" Randy said, starting to beat his meat.  He knew
he had cum twice while in the bathtub, so it would take him longer.
	By moving her eyes side to side and using her peripheral vision
while sucking Geoff, she could watch both boys jack off.  When she felt
Geoff's knees begin to buckle, she said, "Sit on the arm of the chair."
	The sitting position gave Geoff the opportunity to rest so he
could concentrate on cumming while Sharon continued to make love to his
tool.	"So what happens to the guy who doesn't cum first?" Lance asked,
fearing the worst--abrupt abstinence--resulting in a severe case of
blueballs.
	"That all depends," Sharon said, looking up into Geoff's eyes.
"If the big guy here can hold off, I'll let you cum all over his cock
and balls and I'll suck your juice off your old man's junk."  She sucked
on Geoff a few more strokes before she added, "I'll tell you what.  The
first of you two who cums, I want you to cum on my tits.  The one who
loses, has to cum on your dad's cock and balls and he has to cum on
yours."
	"Gnarly shit, Sharon.  Where do you come up with this
stuff?" Lance asked, half grossed-out, half excited.
	"Oh, man!  I'm doomed," Randy bemoaned.
	"Why's that?" Lance asked, because Sharon's mouth was busy again.
	"You've always been able to control yours better'n me.  As soon as
you see I'm gettin' close, you'll cum just so I'll be the one to get
splashed by Dad."
	"Mmmm," Sharon mumbled around Geoff's fat cock, "splashed."
	"Get ready, Sharon," Lance said.  "All the talk about this sick
shit's gettin' me so hot.  You know I love hearin' you talk about sick
sex practices, dontcha?"
	Sharon twisted toward Lance, reluctant to release Geoff's cock.
She had just the foreskin in her mouth when Lance started unloading his
balls.  Splashes of cum as white as milk and as thick as Elmer's glue
splattered against her tits.
	When Lance was done cumming and he was milking out the last drop,
Sharon said, "Oh, did I forget to tell you?"  She started jacking on
Geoff's cock vigorously.  "The last one to cum has to lick Lance's cum
off my tits."
	"Oh fuck!" Randy said with an impending-orgasm grimace.
	"No way," Geoff shouted, startled.
	"You can't change the rules," Lance said.
	"Sure I can.  I'm a woman.  I change my mind all the time."
	Geoff groaned, "I'm gonna cum."
	Sharon aimed his piss slit at Randy's crotch.  Just as the first
glob of Geoff's cum hit Randy's belly--just above his pubic hair--Randy
started shooting, too.  His first spurt hit Sharon before he redirected
it toward his dad.
	Geoff moved Sharon's hand out of the way so he could jerk-off the
way it felt best for him.
	"Oh fuck.  Sorry Dad."
	"Me, too, son.  Jesus, this is sick."
	Sharon was rubbing her clit wildly.  "So sick I'm about to cum,
too."
	"Stand up!" Lance shouted as he knelt.  "Let me have it."  Then he
mashed his face in her muff like a clown's face into a cream pie.
	"Oh, god, you guys are beautiful.  Look at you.  You're still
cumming," Sharon moaned.
	Instinctively, Geoff and Randy looked at each other's flailing
hands and spurting cocks and they seemed to find another small reserve
of spunk to shoot.
	Lance was noisily slurping his girlfriend's juices.
	Tapping him on the head, Sharon said, "Houston, we have a
problem."
	"What's that?" Lance asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand as he leaned out from between her thighs and stood up.
	"They came at the same time."
	"No we didn't," Geoff said, "I came first." Then he shrugged his
shoulders at Randy in sympathy.
	"No they didn't," Lance said.  "Dad started first.  I saw it."
	"Not the way I saw it," Sharon said, "and I'm the umpire."
	"So what do we do now?" Randy asked.
	"Change the rules," Sharon said, matter-of-factly.
	"Say what!" Lance and Geoff asked.
	"All's fair in love and war.  And if you don't want war, I'd
suggest a little brotherly love."
	"What the hell are you talking about?" Lance asked.
	"You each get to chose whose cum you're gonna clean up."
	"No way.  I don't do that shit," Lance said.  "That's queer."
	"Sharon," Geoff said, warningly.  "That's going a little too far."
	"How far?  You guys don't mind watching ME eat cum.  I want you
guys to know what it's like.  I'd like you to know it's not as bad as
you think."
	"That would be like ..." Lance said before he could think clearly,
"... uh ... me askin' you to  ... uh ... eat Mom's muff."
	"Lance!" Geoff scolded, like talking about his mom in such a way
was a sin.
	"Well, it would," Lance argued.
	"I'd do that," Sharon said.  "I'll make you a deal.  You eat cum
and I'll eat pussy."
	"Eewh!" Lance said.  Even so, he was torn between wanting to see
Sharon eat pussy and not wanting to eat cum, himself.
	"It's not like I'm asking you to suck cock!  Just taste each
other's spunk.  You're all family.  It's not like it's some stranger's
juice!"
	All four were quiet for a very long time.
	Geoff's mouth was agape in astonishment.  Lance kept looking back
and forth between his dad's crotch and his girlfriend's tits and his
brother's crotch.  Sharon stood complacently waiting.  Randy looked like
he was in agony.
	"Besides," Sharon said, "you've tasted cum before."
	"Have not!" Lance shouted.
	"There's cum in my mouth when I kiss you after giving you a
blowjob, dude!" Sharon said smugly.
	"You'd really go down on Mom?" Randy asked, like the news flash
finally got to his brain.
	"Sure."
	"Dad, would Mom let her?"
	"I don't think so, son.  Your mom's got ... a ... let's just say
she doesn't have much use for sex."
	"Why's that?" Sharon asked astounded.
	"Enough about Anita.  Let's all go get cleaned up."
	"Wait!" Sharon said.  "Why?  Is it 'cuz you're so big?"
	"No," Geoff said.
	"Ohmigod!  She can't think you're too small!"
	"She doesn't have orgasms," Geoff said in desperation.  "Now let's
just drop it."
	"I'll talk her into letting me do it," Sharon said.
	"I'll make you a deal," Randy said.  "I'll lick these guys' cum
clean if you promise to help Mom have an orgasm."
	"Randy!" Geoff said indignantly.
	"Dad," Randy pleaded, "Sharon's been open and honest with us and
she's shown us a great time."
	"But we can shower this stuff off just as easily," Geoff said.
	"I know, but you always taught us to play fair," Randy pleaded
"Well, she wants to see us ... eat ... the stuff, so why should she be
... punished ... just because ..."
	"Because it's queer?" Lance asked his brother like it was a
no-brainer.
	"It's only queer if ..." Randy said, thinking off the top of his
head, "if two guys do it ... uh ... who love doin' it ... with guys.
I'd be doin' it for Sharon ... a girl ... because she wants me to ...
because she likes doin' kinky shit ... and she wants us to be a part of
her kinky ways."
	"I, for one," Sharon said, "am proud of you, Squirt.  You've
stepped up to the plate."  Waggling her tits, she said, "Wanna make it a
home run?"
	"What's with all the baseball metaphors?" Lance asked.  "This is
football season."
	Ignoring his brother, Randy said, "You bet!  Great set of serving
dishes, by the way."  Then he started lapping up Lance's cum off her
tits.
	Just as he started, Sharon grabbed Geoff's cock and then gripped
Lance's to keep them from running out of the room panic-stricken.
"That's the hottest fuckin' sight I've seen all night, Squirt.  You're
turnin' me on so much."
	When Randy was done, he asked, "What next?"
	"Well, you've proven you're a team player.  What about you two?"
Sharon asked, squeezing Geoff and Lance to get their attention.  "You
gonna let the rookie move up to the big leagues, leaving you in the
batter's box?  Or are you gonna step up to the plate and show me what
you've got?"
	Geoff and Lance stared at each other, each waiting for the other
to blink first.
	"They make you do worse than this when you join a fraternity,
don't they?" Sharon asked no one in particular.  Getting no answer--and
not really expecting one--she let go of both cocks and said, "Looks like
the rookie's gonna be the one to pop my cherry when I'm ready to give it
up."
	"Awh fuck!" Lance groaned.  "No fair!"
	"All's fair in love and war," both Sharon and Randy said.
	Randy, of course, had an impish grin on his face.
	"Dad or Squirt?" Lance asked Sharon as he dropped reluctantly to
his knees.
	"Son," Geoff said apprehensively.
	"Dad, there's no way my little brother's gonna get my girlfriend's
cherry.  He's not gonna fuck my future wife before I do."
	"You'll have to do both," Sharon said, "'cuz Randy can't clean
himself up."
	"So ... if I clean you up, Dad, will you clean up Squirt?  After
all, Sharon ... uh ... sucked you off and all.  You should at least
offer to ... uh ... oh fuck, I'll do it."  Lance leaned in and gingerly
stuck his tongue in the cum Randy had shot onto his dad that had pooled
in his pubic hair.  He felt himself gag but he forced himself not to
puke.  `That would be so un-cool in front of my girl,' Lance thought.
	"God!  Just do it!" Randy said.  "The quicker you do it, the
quicker it'll all be over.  Besides, it doesn't taste bad."
	Lance tasted the tiny bit that stuck to his tongue.
	"Besides, it's my cum.  It's not fully mature," Randy said
tauntingly.  "Wait'll you get to the load Dad spunked on ME!.  I bet his
is super funky."  Then both Sharon and Randy scooped up a large dollop
on their fingertips and sucked it off.
	With a grimace, Lance cleaned Randy's jism off his dad's crotch.
	"There's some on his balls, too," Sharon said.
	Lance didn't argue but licked it off.  Then he said, "Come here,
Squirt, before I lose my nerve."
	"No, Lance, it's not right," Geoff said.
	"I'll do it, Dad.  Sharon's my girl."
	"No, I mean, I should ... offer.  I mean, you're right.  If we're
all gonna play fair, I should play by the rules, too."
	"All right, Dad!" Randy said.  "You're the man."
	"Even if the rules DO keep changing," Geoff said derisively but
with a smile, nonetheless,
	Sharon leaned in to kiss Geoff on the lips.  "You're the best dad
any two boys could have."
	Geoff sat heavily on the seat of the chair and said, "Okay,
Squirt, I guess I get to taste my own.  Come here."
	Randy shuffled forward to stand between his dad's outspread knees.
He thrust his hips forward and Geoff gently clasped his hips--one in
each hand.  Then he slurped up the juice as quickly as he could.
	It was all Randy could do not to cum again while his dad cleaned
him up.  If it weren't that he'd just cum minutes earlier, he would have.
	"Now for dessert," Sharon said.  "Who'd like some pie?"
	"Dad!" Lance and Randy said.
	"So, big guy, do you indulge?"
	"Well, I haven't in a lot of years."
	"It's like falling off a bike.  Just get back on and ride," Sharon
said.
	"Mmmumph," Geoff grunted as he started eating out his son's
eighteen-year-old girlfriend.
	Sharon's eyes rolled back in her head from the pleasure.
	Lance and Randy watched as their dad worked magic on Sharon's
cunt.  He ate her like he was starving.
	After cumming again, Sharon asked, "Is everyone satisfied for
now?"
	"Fuck, yeah!" Lance said.
	"You cannot know how satisfied I am," Geoff said sincerely.
	"Almost," Randy said impishly.
	"Keep it up," Geoff said chuckling, "and you're gonna get a time
out."  Then he said, "We better get dressed, Anita will be here any
minute."
	"I think it would be best if I go," Sharon said.  Then, looking
directly at Geoff, she asked, "Okay if I come over again, sometime?"
	With a stern look at the boys, he said, "You know the rules.  No
girls in the house unless I'm home."  Then, with a wink, he said
encouragingly, "So just make sure I know in advance."
	Both boys raised their hands to high-five their dad.
	The click of the latch after Sharon left was like a wakeup call
for Geoff.  He was no longer `caught up in the moment.'  As he sat with
his elbows on his knees, Geoff said, "I don't know what got into me!
What kind of a role model am I setting for you guys?  You boys know me!
I'm not impulsive."  Then, dropping his forehead into his hands as if
searching for an answer on the floor between his feet, he added, "I'm
sorry, boys.  I'm so sorry."
	"About what?" Lance asked, worried about his father's sudden
turnaround of emotions.
	"Lance, she's your girlfriend.  I'm your father.  I'm an adult
... I'm ..."
	"So am I.  So is she!" Lance countered.
	"Ohmigod!  Randy!  In front of you!" Geoff shouted, like he just
realized his young son had been in the room the whole time.
	"Dad, it's okay," Randy said pleadingly, like he wanted his dad to
stop hurting.
	"But you're a minor.  I shouldn't be doing stuff like this in
front of you.  I shouldn't be doing this stuff period, much less
encouraging behavior like ..."
	When Geoff ran out of words, Randy said, "Behavior that proves to
his sons how much he loves them?  Behavior that any normal, red-blooded
human being would give his left nut to engage in?"  Then with a chuckle,
"And I'm not just talkin' about the guy with a hormonal imbalance."
	Lifting his head, Geoff smiled at Randy's attempt at levity.  "I
don't deserve you kids."
	"Sure ya do.  You're the only one who can keep us in line."
	"Obviously not very well," Geoff said, waving his hand at the sofa
and chair where he had just been willingly raped/satisfied.
	Bashfully, Lance said, "If the truth be told, Dad, you didn't have
a chance.  We ganged up on ya"
	"What?"
	"Not intentionally.  Honest." Randy said.  "You see ..." then he
looked at his brother for permission to proceed. "Sharon ... WE ...
Lance and I ... oh fuck!"
	"What Randy's trying to say is, Sharon's been ... she just started
... she and Randy ..."
	"And Lance," Randy interjected, "all had sex.  I mean Lance and I
didn't.  That'd make us queer but Sharon blowjobbed me and I ... ate her
out.	That was just a couple of days ago."
	Then Lance continued, "She got it in her head she wanted to know
about you ... about your ... you know ... junk and ..."
	"That was the day I came home and caught you?"
	"Yeah.  Well, thank god you didn't catch us but I guess that
doesn't matter, now.  But I want you to know, Dad, Sharon's totally
faithful to me ... except with Randy ... and now you.  I've checked with
all the informants at school and she's not a slut or anything.  It's
just ... she's got this thing for me and my family."
	"Anyway," Randy said, "she wanted us ... me ... to find out about
you ... your dick and all, so I hid in your bathroom closet this morning
and spied on you.  I'm sorry and it'll never happen again, I promise."
	"I guess you won't have to," Geoff chuckled, "now that you've seen
it."  Then seriously he said, "I've got a confession to make, too."
	"What?" Lance asked, intrigued.
	"I listened in on your phone conversation with Sharon.  I knew
what you guys were up to."
	"You what?" Lance shouted.
	"You did?" Randy shouted at the same time.
	"That's why I bought the camera," Geoff said guiltily.  "And by
the way, I saw you hiding in the closet."
	"And you didn't say anything?" Randy asked astounded.
	"I guess I wanted it to happen," Geoff said.  Then he quickly
added, "The picture taking ... not the sex  ... thing.  I wasn't ready
for the sex ... thing."
	"I know," Lance said.  "If you'd have had time to think about it,
you'd never have done it.  I know that.  But when Sharon started ...
doing that penalty stuff, I went along, hoping you'd ... well ... be
caught up in the moment and enjoy ... the ..." and his voice trailed
off, "blowjob."
	"Oh, I did!" Geoff said enthusiastically.  "But you
guys have got to know ... I love your mother and this will never happen
again.  I don't want to ruin a beautiful relationship over one stupid
indiscretion."
	"Mom'll never know," Randy said, crossing his heart.
	"I'll HAVE to tell her," Geoff agonized, "I just don't know how
... or when.  It's got to be soon, though ... before I lose my nerve ...
or before she finds out from ..."
	"From whom?  Sharon?  Oh yeah, she's gonna come to dinner and say,
`Gee, Mrs. Wilson, this pot roast is delicious.  Almost as tasty as
your husband's meat.'  I don't think so."
	"Let it cool for ... three day," Randy said.  "Then, if you still
feel you need to tell her ... Lance and I will back you up.  We'll tell
her Sharon came on to you and we forced you into it."
	"What's this three day thing?"
	"That's what you tell us when we want to buy something or do
something impetuous," Randy said.  Then in an accusatory tone, Randy
said, "You've gotten out of buying so much stuff for us because we
didn't really want it after three days."
	"Speaking of which ..." Lance said, eyeing his brother for
permission.  "About that Fitness Witness membership ..."
	"Damn!" Randy groaned.  "I knew you were gonna bring that up.
But you're right, go on."
	"Dad, we didn't buy it.  I don't know who did but it wasn't us.
I wish it were.  It was a great gift.  I mean ... you were SO excited!"
	"Why wouldn't I be?" Geoff said with a smile.  "That's why I
bought it."
	"YOU bought it?" Randy asked.
	"You fucker!  Oops, sorry, Dad, but you ..."
	"I couldn't figure any reason to buy a camera so you boys could
take my picture ... other than that Fitness Witness ad on TV that shows
before and after photos."
	Again the boys exchanged eye communication.  Randy knee-walked
over to his discarded jeans and pulled out the photo.  "I pulled the old
switcheroo on ya, Dad."  He explained how he did it and then showed his
father the picture.
	"Damn!  I look huge in this!"
	"Duh!" Randy said.  "You ARE huge.  Didn't you see the tears
streaming down Sharon's face when she was deep-throating you?"
	"Let's not go there," Lance warned.
	"Oh, shit," Geoff said.  "Now I'm gonna have to jerk-off again."
	Both boys looked at their dad, slack-jawed.
	"What?  I've got hormones, too," he smiled.
	"Like ... you  ...?" and Lance made the jack-off motion with his
fist.
	"Every day," Geoff said, like it should be common knowledge.  Then
embarrassed, he said, "But I shouldn't be telling you two about my ...
sex life."
	"But you and Mom ..." Lance said.
	"Yeah, we do." Geoff said.  "Just ... not very often.  So ... on
the other days ... I ... Hey!  You guys know it's okay to jack-off ...
dontcha?  But hell, what am I saying?  With Sharon around, you don't
need to.  But if you ever do, for god's sake, don't feel guilty."
	"Uh ... no ... of course not," Lance said somewhat bewildered.
	"Never," Randy said agreeably.
	"We better ... uh ... get cleaned up before your mom gets home.
Damn, that wax must have been one hellava mess."
	"The church or your crotch?" Randy asked devilishly.
	"Get your ass upstairs, young man," Geoff said sternly.  When
Randy was half way up, Geoff added, "and I do mean young `man.'  I'm
proud of you."  Turning to Lance he said, "I'm proud of you, too, son.
Not many guys could ..."
	"Thanks, Dad," Lance said, hugging his dad with one arm.  Backing
away suddenly, he said, "Phew!  You better go shower.  You smell like
... cum."
	Without hesitation, Geoff streaked off to his bathroom.  Lance
straightened up the family room and seeing the picture of his dad lying
on the end table, took it upstairs.  `Squirt took it, I guess he should
get custody of it.  We can't leave it lying around, that's for sure.'
Then he casually tossed it on Randy's pillow.
	`Life will return to normal,' Geoff assured himself as he
showered.  `This just kinda happened ... even if it did get out of hand.
But tomorrow, I'll tell Anita all about it and ...'  Even as he was
thinking it, he knew he couldn't tell her until after Christmas.
Following Christmas, he decided he couldn't tell her until after New
Year's Eve because it would ruin the holidays.  Naturally, by January
first, he decided he didn't want to start the new year out with an
argument about something as innocent as what happened--even though he
knew Anita wouldn't perceive it as all that innocent.
	Shortly after the New Year, Sharon became a household fixture--
almost.  She toned down her natural sexual aggressiveness toward the
guys whenever Anita was home but her conversations continued to include
sexual overtones even when Anita was around.  Anita learned--what the
boys already knew--that Sharon was fun to be with but she could be
serious, too, when it was necessary.  She was also courteous and
helpful.  Unlike Sharon's school friends who tried to have a mother/
daughter relationship with their boyfriends' mothers, Sharon worked
hard to keep it from resembling anything close to that.  So, by Mother's
Day, it was like the two of them were best friends--equals.
	At Sharon's insistence, the guys made excuses to get out of the
house after the normal Mother's Day "breakfast in bed" activities and
such.  At Geoff's suggestion weeks earlier, the Fitness Witness gym
created the First Annual Mother's Day Getaway.  Only men were allowed in
that day and, basically, it was a safe place to hide.  They had also
begun promoting a similar day for the women on Father's Day.  The women
were so supportive of both days they were suggesting additional days for
the women, during Baseball All Stars, Super Bowl, the Rose Bowl games
and other similar events.
	Once the boys were gone to the `Getaway,' Sharon said, "I'm glad
they're gone today because there's something I want to discuss with you
--in private."
	"What's that?" Anita asked apprehensively.
	Very seriously Sharon said, "Anita, you know I love your son very
much."
	"Well, yeah," Anita said warily, waiting for the proverbial `other
shoe to drop.'
	"Your whole family, actually."  Sharon had a fleeting mind's-eye
vision of Geoff lying on the couch with his cock sticking out of his
pants and his two sons flanking her on either side.  `In ways you can't
even imagine,' Sharon thought.
	"Yeah.  Is there a problem?"
	"Yes and no.  As you know, Lance and I are going to different
colleges after we graduate and I'm concerned about ... uh, biological
urges."
	"If you're worried about Lance being unfaithful," Anita said, "I
can assure you, he doesn't talk about anyone but you ... all the time.
He's not going to cheat on you."
	"I don't think HE'S the problem," Sharon said.
	With a look of dismay, Anita said, "What do you mean?"
	"It's nothing like that!" Sharon exclaimed,  "I've promised him I
won't cheat, either.  But ... well ... there's a question I'd like to
ask you."
	"Anything!" Anita encouraged.
	"It's kinda embarrassing.  It's not something a girl talks to her
mom about.  I mean ... you're not my mom, you're ... like my closest
friend."
	"We can talk," Anita assured her.  "We're both adults.  We've
become very close over the past few months and I'd like to think we're
good friends."
	"The best," Sharon said.  "Honest.  Otherwise, I'd never even
think about asking you about ..."
	"About what?"
	"The only thing is ... uh ... you're so religious ..."
	Sharon had discovered over the past few months that 'religion'
was just another hobby--in a long line of 'other hobbies.'  Anita would
become enthralled with something for a couple of years and then drop
it like a hot poker when something else piqued her interest.
	"I go to church ... a lot ... but I can't really say I'm ...
religious.  I go because it gives me something to do ... a sense of
accomplishment.  But religious, well, not really."
	"That makes me feel better," Sharon said with a feigned sigh,
"because it's about ... lesbians."
	Anita looked horrified.
	Calmly, Sharon continued, "Don't get me wrong.  I'm not saying I'm
one and I'm definitely not asking if you're one.  I mean, how could you
be?  You're married, you've got two sons.  What I mean is, you went to
college and I've heard college girls ... do things ... and I was
wondering ..."
	"What?" Anita asked uncomfortably.
	"Did you ..."
	Anita flinched.
	"No, not YOU ... did you know any girls who were lesbians?  I'm
not asking if you did anything with 'em.  I'm ... oh this is too
embarrassing.  I should never have brought it up."
	"No, no, no.  It's fine.  It just came as a surprise, is all.  I
mean, the way you are around the boys ... Lance ..."
	Standing, Sharon said, "I should go."
	"Nonsense," Anita said in a maternal tone.  "Sit down.  We'll get
this straightened out.  I'm sure what you've said isn't what you're
really trying to say.  That sort of thing happens when you're nervous.
Come on," Anita said, pulling Sharon down beside her on the sofa.  Then
she held Sharon's hands comfortingly in hers.
	"You're right," Sharon said, taking a deep breath.  "I was just
wondering, when you were in college ... and I'm not talking about you
specifically ..."
	"We're talking in generalities.  We're not pointing fingers or
making judgments," Anita encouraged.
	"I'm so glad you understand.  I think you'll agree, this isn't
something I could talk to Mom about, so I'm glad you and I can talk
about it.  But anyway, did girls consider it was cheating on their
boyfriends if they kinda helped each other out?"
	Anita sat quietly, thinking about how best to respond.
	"I'm not saying I'm a sex maniac or anything.  Lance knows how I
am.  In fact, there are times when I'm sure he's frustrated but ..."
	Anita, being a mother, thought her son was frustrated from
abstinence.  Sharon knew she was talking about the frustration level of
not getting relief often enough because of class schedules, homework and
family obligations.
	"I just know," Sharon confessed, "that I'm gonna need to ... uh
... get occasional relief and, to me, mechanical devices are just too
impersonal."
	Anita's eyes rounded but she kept herself from shouting in
surprise.
	"Is there anything you did ... I mean girls you knew in college
did ... that helped 'em through those hard times?"
	"Uh ... well ... uh ..."
	"Oh, now I've embarrassed you," Sharon moaned as she broke out of
Anita's grip and hugged her.
	Patting Sharon's back, Anita said, "No, dear.  It's just ... this
is all so sudden and I ..."
	Backing away from the hug to look forlornly at Anita, Sharon said,
"I just don't have anyone else I can talk to about this."
	"It's okay, hon.  It's no problem.  I mean ... I had two boys, so
I never thought I'd be having a mother/daughter talk, that's all.  Of
course we can talk about it.  But ... if I hesitate ... it's just that
I'm trying to come up with the best way to say it."
	"How about this," Sharon said a little more brightly, as she drew
Anita further into her trap, "let's just say whatever comes to mind and
sort it all out later.  Is that fair?  Oh, and neither of us will ever
tell another soul what we talked about."
	Anita smiled.  "Deal."
	"So, you know when you get that itch ... that desire ... to ...
have an orgasm, how do you take care of it?  I mean your college
friends."
	"I was told some girls used ... their hands to ... do it."
	"Did any of them, like ... you know, use toys?" Sharon asked.  She
tried not to show any frustration when Anita didn't respond the way she
wanted her to.
	"No.  Not that I know of."
	"You see, I'm still a virgin and ... you know, my hymen's still
intact ... so ... I don't want ... penetration toys.  Although, I've
heard they feel great!"
	Anita's expression showed relief when Sharon mentioned her
virginal status.  "I wouldn't know."
	"Really!  You don't use toys?  Wow!  If I were married, I'd use
anything I could to keep the sex exciting."  Then Sharon took a moment
to let Anita digest that before she said mischievously, "Not whips and
chains but maybe some handcuffs and vibrators."  Then conspiratorially,
she added, "I've heard vibrators drive a guy's ... uh ... you know, his
stuff crazy."  Sharon deliberately chose not to use 'cock' or 'dick' so
she could keep the conversation on a more feminine level.
	"I guess it would," Anita said, more as a thought than a
confirmation.
	"I don't want to embarrass you any more than I already have, but
would you ... as a mom ... think a lesbian relationship would be
considered cheating?"
	Again, Anita had a wild-eyed stare but her voice remained calm.
"I don't know.  I suppose ... uh ... well, I guess it would be ...
something you and Lance would have to agree on ... or not."
	"What a great idea!" Sharon said.
	"I don't know how much Geoff has told Lance about ... sex ... and
lesbians and such."
	"I'm pretty sure he knows," Sharon said, "because he jokes all the
time about wanting to watch lesbian twins going at it."
	In a tone that defended her son's inclination, Anita said, "I've
heard that's a pretty typical fantasy most men have."
	"Yeah, I've heard that, too.  But I guess I'd like to ask again,
would you, as a woman, think a lesbian relationship would be considered
cheating on a guy?"
	"I was watching a show on TV" Anita said, "and the girls said they
had no problem ... uh ... going down on guys but they didn't consider
that sex.  So I guess ... girls ... would be okay ... except I'm not
sure it would be fair for Lance."
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"You'd be having sex ... sex-like activity but he wouldn't be."
	Impishly, Sharon said, "Oh yeah!  Well, if he'll agree to let ME
have sex with another girl, I'll agree to let HIM have sex with another
guy."
	"Ohmigod!" Anita said, a little louder than she should.
	"Just kidding," Sharon said.  "Trust me, you don't have to worry
about Lance being all man."  Then she thought, `I'm not so sure about
Randy but I'm sure as hell not gonna be the one to tell you.'  Trying
to stay focused on her mission, Sharon asked, "Okay, let's say Lance and
I agree that lesbian acts don't qualify as having sex.  Do you think
girls can give other girls orgasms?  From what your friends have told
you."
	"That's not anything I can ... it's just that ..."
	"Say it, whatever it is.  We're friends," Sharon encouraged,
hoping Anita would admit that she didn't have orgasms, so she could
pounce on the opportunity.
	"Sharon, this isn't something an adult talks to a child about.
I'm sorry, I know you're not a child but I'm more than twice your age,
so that makes you a child in my eyes."
	"I understand," Sharon said, consolingly.  "Great grandma still
calls grandpa her little boy and he's seventy-five."  Doing the math in
her head, Sharon decided to deviate from her task just long enough to
flatter Anita--her quarry.  "But you can't be more than what, thirty-
five, thirty-six?"
	"Bless you, sweetheart," Anita said.  "I'm forty-five."
	"No way!"
	"Do the math, honey," Anita said in that tone older women get when
they have gracefully accepted the compliment but are still bitter about
the facts.  "Graduated from high school at eighteen, four years of
college, five years of work before Lance was born."
	"Wow!  You look great!  Even if you lied and said you were forty,
I'd have believed you."
	"Thank you," Anita said sincerely.
	Sharon allowed Anita time to bask in the glow of the compliment
or, from Sharon's perspective, roast on the spit before she poked her
with the fork.  "So what was it you were getting ready to say?"
	"Like I say, adults don't usually ... but you're an adult, aren't
you?"
	Sharon waited patiently for Anita to embolden herself.
	"Even adults the same age don't usually ... Sharon ..." then
Anita took a deep breath.  "I don't know the first thing about orgasms
--female orgasms.  I know about Geoff's ... uh, I mean, men having
orgasms."
	It occurred to Sharon that Anita felt it got too personal--less
hypothetical--when she mentioned Geoff by name.  She just sat there,
trying not to react while she thought, `I know about Geoff's orgasms,
too.'  Instead, she quizzically said, like a chemistry student to the
professor, "I don't understand."
	"I've never had an orgasm," Anita said in a whispered tone with
her head bowed.  When she looked up, she expected to see an expression
of amazement on Sharon's face.  Instead, she saw compassion.
	Quietly and with sensitivity, Sharon said, "But I thought women
had orgasms more easily than men."
	"I've heard that, too.  Not when I was growing up but more recent
studies have indicated ..."
	"How come?  I mean ... is it ...?"  Sharon deliberately let her
question trail off, hoping Anita would take the bait.
	Anita sat quietly, puzzled by the question.  Then, as if the
unasked question was suddenly apparent, she shouted, "No!  Geoff's a
great ... I mean ... it's not him.  It's me!  I guess my libido is ...
nonexistent."
	"Are you sure?  I mean ... have you tried everything?"
Sharon asked, like she was completely in the dark about Anita's problem.
	"Like what?"
	"Like, doctors, drugs, marital aids ... stuff like that?"
	"Well, when I was growing up ..."
	"Has a girl ever tried to help?"
	A pained expression showed in Anita's eyes.
	"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked.  It's just ... oh man!  I
mean ... if there was anything I could do that would help, I'd do it."
	"Oh, Sharon," Anita said, comfortingly--even when she was the one
needing comforting.
	"Trust me, I've never done anything like that before but I'd do it
for you.  I know what with all this talk about college and lezzies and
everything, you might think I have but I haven't.  That's why I came
over today ... to get your opinion."
	"I guess I don't have an opinion," Anita said.  "I don't know how
important having an orgasm is.  I don't know if a woman can be as
pleasing as a man, so I guess I just can't be of any help on this.  I
don't even know anyone I could suggest for you to talk to."
	"Forget about me," Sharon said compassionately.  "Lance and I'll
figure that out.  What about you?"
	"What about me?"
	"Don't you want to have an orgasm?"
	"I don't know.  I mean ... is it even worth the effort?  I'm forty
-five.  How much pleasure can there be in it for a woman who's over the
hill?"
	"Oh, Anita.  Please!  Let me try.  You have no idea what pleasure
an orgasm can give."
	"You ... you've ... had 'em?  I thought you said you're a virgin."
	"I am.  But orgasms can be brought on by outside stimuli.  I
promise you, if you ever have an orgasm--and I'd like to help--your
first orgasm will make up for all the lost years."
	"I'm not too old?"
	"Mom says she's still goin' strong."
	"But ... you're Lance's girlfriend.  I couldn't ..."
	"It's not like you're stealing me away from him.  I'm offering!
Lance and I will still be together.  Jeeze, as far as I'm concerned,
helping you out would just make our bond stronger."
	"What about Geoff?  I'd be cheating on him."
	"Think of how happy he'd be if he felt he was the one to give you
your first orgasm.  He wouldn't have to know I had anything to do with
helping to teach you how to have one."
	"I don't know."
	"Think of it like Fitness Witness.  You go there, trainers help
you get into shape--or in your case, stay in shape--and Geoff reaps the
benefits, right?  He has a beautiful, desirable wife to sleep with."
	"So what you're saying is ...you'd be my trainer."
	"And Geoff reaps the benefits."
	"But it still feels like I'd be cheating on him."
	"It would be cheating if Geoff was deprived of something.  This is
just the opposite.  He's gonna get back so much more from this ... you
just can't imagine!"
	"I ..." Anita said and quit.
	"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have tried to sell you on this.  I get
that way.  I want to help people and then I try to force 'em into doing
things they're uncomfortable doing.  Dad says I'm a ball buster,
sometimes.  I apologize.  I just can't help myself."
	"Oh, sweetie.  That's not why I'm hesitating.  You see, all these
years I've wondered if I got married and had kids just because it was
expected of me.  And not a week goes by that I don't ask myself if maybe
what's wrong with me is because I'm a lesbian.  I've never done
anything, so I don't know that for sure.  I don't look at women and say,
`hot bitch!'  Oh, sorry."
	"No, that's fine," Sharon said dismissively, now that she had
Anita thinking about doing it.
	"To me, Geoff is the best looking man in the world.  I'd never
cheat on him ... but ... there's always that nagging little piece of me
that asks, `What if?'"
	"So let's answer the question," Sharon said, like she was offering
Anita a slice of cake.  "Let's do it.  It's the only way you'll know for
sure.  It'll just be you and me.  No one else will have to know.  And
besides ...it might help answer the orgasm question, too."
	"It just seems ..."
	Standing and extending a hand, Sharon said, "C'mon, let's go to
the family room where it's more comfortable."  When they got there,
Sharon said, "Let's pretend like we're in college and just make this a
learning experience."
	"I'll try."
	"Okay.  You do what I do and everything will be fine."  Then,
Sharon pulled her sweater off over her head.
	Anita hesitatingly removed her blouse, her fingers trembling on
every button.
	Sharon's jeans came next as she just let them drop around her
ankles.  Anita hesitated when, as she removed her slacks, her panties
came into view but after a moment she self-consciously allowed her
slacks to drop, too.  During all this, they also got out of their shoes.
	"Maybe if we just hug," Sharon said.  "Just to help calm our
nerves."
	Moving trance-like, Anita wrapped her arms around Sharon and they
hugged.  They stood like that for several minutes before Anita relaxed
her shoulder muscles and nuzzled into the crook of Sharon's neck.
	"Unhook my bra," Sharon whispered seductively as she reached for
Anita's hooks.  They backed away only far enough to remove the bras
before crushing their bare breasts into each other.
	Instinctively, Sharon hunched her panties tighter against Anita
and squirmed her breasts just slightly as they mashed against her
boyfriend's mother's tits.  Squeezing the hug a little tighter, Sharon
whispered, "This feels good.  It's kinda like when I used to hug my
teddy bear ... only better.  This time, I'm getting hugged back."
	Anita purred.
	"You doin' okay?" Sharon asked, feeling Anita start to tremble a
little.
	"Yeah.  Fine.  It's not as scary as I thought it would be."
	"It's not meant to be.  It's meant to be sensual," Sharon said, as
she knelt between Anita's legs and began to tug her panties down.  Then
she leaned in to gently lick her pussy.  "Let me know if I'm going to
fast for you.  I just kinda wanted to know if I could do it.  It's not
bad, really," Sharon said thoughtfully.  Then she forced the full length
of her tongue into Anita cunt.
	"Ohh!  Oooh, that's nice," Anita said, trembling.
	"Geoff doesn't do this?" Sharon asked.
	"Yeah, he offers, but I just ..."
	"Just what?"
	"Well, I always thought of it as being ... dirty."
	Taking a long swipe along the outside of Anita's pussy lips,
Sharon said, "I'm here to tell you it's not.  I kinda like it."
	"Really?  It's not ... gross, or whatever you kids say now?"
	"Not at all.  Jeeze, if I could do it to myself, I'd do it every
day," Sharon said excitedly.
	"It feels really nice ... I guess," Anita crooned.
	"Let's lie on the couch," Sharon suggested.
	Instinctively, Anita got into the 69 position.  "Guess you want me
to ... uh ..."
	"Only if you want to.  I'm here to help you to achieve an orgasm.
But now that you mention it, the oral aspect of this is as exciting as
getting eaten out.  So, yeah, maybe the two stimuli together would be
beneficial for you."
	By the time Sharon got her tongue between Anita's pussy lips
again, Anita was licking Sharon's outer labia.  It didn't take long for
the two of them to get into some hot and heavy muff diving.  Sharon and
Anita both enjoyed the feeling of each other's tits grinding against
their bellies.  They both kneaded the other's butt cheeks.  They spread
each other's pussy lips so wide it was like they were trying to climb
inside--head first.
	"Oh fuck, that's wonderful," Anita said
uncharacteristically.  Then she felt Sharon poking her middle finger
inside.  She felt the fingertip searching her insides like it was
blindly looking for some long lost treasure.  Then she felt a sharp
electrical pulse and she twitched.  "What the fuck was that?"
	"That's your G-spot.  I knew you had to have one," Sharon said as
she continued to rub it.  "It's kinda like a guy's prostate.  If you rub
it, they'll cum.  Same way with a woman's G-spot."
	Anita moaned like you do from the pleasure of getting an itchy
spot scratched.  "Oh yeah.  So good.  Oh shit!  Stop!  It's too ...
Stop!  I can't stand it!"
	Sharon continued to manipulate the spot.
	"Aaagh!" Anita screamed as she experienced her first orgasm--ever.
Her body twitched, trembled, spasmed and jerked until the sensation
abated.
	"That was an orgasm," Sharon said proudly.
	Anita was too exhausted to speak.
	"You know what?" Sharon said, helping Anita into a sitting
position.  Then without waiting for a reply, she said, "Your G-spot is
off to one side ... just slightly.  If Geoff's, uh ... equipment curves
to the left or the right like some guy's junk does, it could miss it.
I'll bet that's why you've never experienced an orgasm before."
	"Well," Anita said bashfully, "it does curve downward.  I never
thought about it being different until after the boys were born and both
of theirs stuck straight out ... you know, when they'd get their little
pee hard-ons."
	"Geoff's curves down?" Sharon asked like she'd never seen it
before.  "That's definitely why you never felt it then.  If it curved
upward, you'd be getting off every time he entered you."
	"Well, we can't change the way he's built, so I guess I'm stuck
with ..."
	"Manual orgasm is fine" Sharon said interrupting her, "but if we
could get Geoff to agree to, uh ... no, that's too freaky."
	"What?" Anita asked expectantly.
	"Well, if I could show Geoff what to do, I think you two could
have a great love life."
	"What do you mean ... uh, show him?"
	"You know, stand by the bed and offer suggestions."
	"Oh, I thought you meant go to bed with him," Anita said
embarrassed.
	"Geoff's a hot looking dude, Anita, but I'm sure he's not
interested in me.  Not when he's got a great looking wife like you."
	"He is good looking, isn't he?"
	"I'm not saying I'd turn him down if he asked, but there's no way
he'd ask.  Besides, Lance is man enough for me."
	Again, Anita blushed.
	With a devilish tone in her voice, Sharon said, "What we should do
is tie him up and force him to have sex with you the way you need it to
be done."
	"Force him!"
	"You know," Sharon said thoughtfully, "there are some men who have
fantasies about having a woman dominate them.  You could try that."
	"I wouldn't know the first thing about how to do it."
	"I could help you out.  I've read about it ... for my psychology
class at school."
	"I'd get stage fright if I tried something like that," Anita said.
	"My offer still stands.  I could coach you from the sidelines."
	"You'd do that?" Anita asked.  "You wouldn't be embarrassed?"
	"I can't promise I wouldn't feel ... uncomfortable but I'd sure as
hell try if I thought it would help you two out.  I'm serious.  You're
becoming as much of a mother to me as my own mother.  I'd do anything
for you."
	"I don't think Geoff would go along with it, anyway," Anita said
in a tone that implied she would give it more thought but ended by
saying, "so there's no need to even think about it."
	"Well, if the need ever arises, let me know."
	"I will, sweetie," Anita said self consciously as she realized the
two of them were still sitting naked on the couch.  She reached for her
clothes.
	"I've ... uh ... gotta go, but if you want, I'll, uh ... help you
out again.  Any time, okay?"
	"Okay," Anita said, blushing.

	To be continued.
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