Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2006 12:46:00 -0500
From: jockhunger@yahoo.com
Subject: Sharin 7

Sharin'
Chapter Seven -- The Naked Truth


	"I think that's enough for today," Sharon said.  "You've all got
a lot to think about and it's best if you talk it out ... together ...
as a family.  That includes the gay issue, the incest issue and even
the nudity issue."
	Everyone nodded.
	After Sharon left but before going to sleep, the family discussed
the nudist policy Sharon ordered them to observe.  Contrary to Sharon's
expressed instructions, however, they agreed they would modify the
rules--just slightly.  Because they all felt it would be embarrassing
to see each other sitting around naked, they agreed they wouldn't be
completely naked but they would wear the least amount of clothes
necessary to still maintain SOME degree of modesty.
	The following morning at breakfast, Anita was in bra and panties
while the men wore their boxers.  Before Anita could even pour the
coffee, Sharon was on the phone and, even without asking if they were
wearing any clothes, ordered them to strip--which they did.  During the
meal, the four of them discussed the uncanny knack Sharon had for
knowing when someone was disobeying her--even when she wasn't around.
	Another express order from Sharon was that there was to be two to
a shower every day.  They could mix and match however they pleased but
by the end of the week, they should have showered at least once with a
different family member.  They were told to wash each other intimately,
dry each other off lovingly and then kiss each other tenderly.
	Naturally the guys objected to that demand but Sharon convinced
them it was the only way the three of them could learn what it was like
to love and be loved unconditionally.  They agreed to do it after she
promised them it was only for a week.  Geoff figured it was Sharon's
way of forcing him to accept his gay son's lifestyle.  He wasn't sure
he would like kissing his son even though he had done it the day before
... 'but that was during the throes of lust,' he reasoned. But like
many fathers who had to do things they didn't enjoy--boring piano
recitals for one--he decided to do it for the sake of his son.
	Anita thought Sharon was making them kiss so she could get more
comfortable doing bizarre things--like kissing her sons on the lips.
Both Lance and Randy felt the kissing was to help them become closer as
straight brother/gay brother.
	During the next week, each family member had a chance to evaluate
the new "clothing-NOT-an-option" policy.  When Anita first started
walking around naked, she tried to cover her pubic area whenever one of
the boys entered the room.  She quickly realized that the more she did
that, the more she was drawing attention to it, so she quit.  When she
sat, she invariably crossed her legs but at one point, she decided to
defiantly swing her knees apart like the guys did and let everyone get
an eyeful.  For her, the newfound freedom was as refreshing as the cool
air caressing her pussy lips.
	Seeing his mother naked during the first week invariably gave
Lance a hard-on.  Watching the way her boobs jiggled with every step
would jump-start his gonads, filling them so full they ached.  Stealing
sideways glances at her pussy mound several times a day made his mouth
water and his erection leak pre-cum.  Her ass, each time she left the
room, swayed seductively as if to say, "Follow me."  At first, his
erections embarrassed him but once Anita started complimenting him on
his physique, deliberately ignoring any mention of his hard-on, he lost
his inhibitions and strutted around--while rampant.
	Randy had a similar erectile reaction any time his father entered
the room.  In HIS mind, his erection occurred because he was seeing a
cock, NOT because it was his dad's cock.  After all, Lance gave him a
hard-on, too.  But then, so did everybody in gym class.  Eventually,
after talking about it with Lance, he agreed it was just something that
happened to teenagers at the most inopportune times.
	Geoff, during that first week, discovered he loved seeing his
wife so carefree.  Once she got comfortable with being nude around the
house, she began acting like a coquettish schoolgirl.  She giggled at
the slightest provocation and even started teasing the boys with double
entendres.  Quite often, she was even able to make them blush, which
helped the whole family begin to feel more comfortable with the "naked"
situation.
	The only part of the nudist lifestyle that bothered Geoff was
being observed--scrutinized, actually--by his son ... his gay son.
>From time to time, Geoff felt like he was being "examined."  At other
times, he felt he was being "ogled" as a lust object.  By the end of
the week, however, his discomfort waned as he observed Randy staring at
Lance and Anita with equal curiosity.  He was surprised when he found
himself admiring his sons' bodies right along with Anita.  He was
especially proud of Lance's overall muscular development.  Randy, he
knew, still had a couple of years before he "filled out."
	Geoff and, later in the week, Lance would jiggle one or both of
Anita's breasts as they passed by her when walking through a room.
That emboldened her to begin playfully bouncing Geoff's or Lance's
balls under similar circumstances.  By Wednesday, Lance realized Randy
was feeling somewhat left out, so he began to bounce his brother's
balls playfully.  That led to Randy bouncing Lance's balls and
eventually his mother's breasts.  By the end of the week, Geoff and
Anita had included Randy in their playful activities.  Both commented
in bed one night before going to sleep that Sharon sure had brought the
family closer together, especially under normally strained
circumstances.
	Sharon resolutely stayed away the whole week, giving them the
freedom they needed to become comfortable with each other and the
otherwise foreign ideas they needed to assimilate.  When Sharon arrived
for dinner on Saturday, she was pleased with how comfortable they were
acting.
	"For the next week, I think you should all ... experiment.  As
far as cumming ... "
	Lance and Randy groaned, thinking Sharon was going to demand
abstinence.
	"... you can only cum INSIDE someone else.  No jackin' off."
	"Sweet!" Lance shouted.
	"But ..." Sharon said in a warning tone.
	"Awh fuck!" Lance said, "here it comes."
	Geoff and Randy nodded, agreeing.
	"... you two have to switch hit between Anita and Randy.
Understood?"
	"With Anita's permission, I think I can," Geoff said.
"You're ... talking about his mouth, right?"
	"For now," Sharon agreed.
	"With my insistence," Anita said emphatically, desperately
wanting Geoff to become more comfortable with Randy's lifestyle.
	"Does this mean I can finally get a chance to fuck Mom?" Lance
asked excitedly.
	"Her choice," Sharon said.
	With a smirk at his little brother, Lance said, "I think I can
tolerate that."
	"Squirt," Sharon said solemnly, "I want you to try fuckin' your
mom once in a while, too.  Okay?"
	"K," Randy said.
	"If you at least TRY, I promise to work on convincing Geoff to
fuck you."
	"All right!"
	After dinner, Sharon left--not engaging in sex with any of them.
	On Tuesday of the first week, Lance looked around the family
room at the family complacently watching TV, screwed up his courage
and said, "Mom, can we uh ... go somewhere ... private?  I need to talk
to you about ... something."
	"Sure," Anita said, looking around before asking "Is the living
room okay?  Or the bedroom?"
	"Living room's fine," Lance said, hurriedly, feeling flush at the
mention of the bedroom because his discussion was going to be about
sex.
	"Guys," Anita said, to get Geoff's and Randy's attention, "Lance
and I want to be alone in the living room, okay?"
	Salacious "Ooooh's" issued from the two as they once again
kidded Lance about his implied desire to fuck his mom.
	"He wants to talk to me about something." Anita admonished.  "I
AM still his mother, don't forget."
	Geoff said, "Don't be long.  We've got a new porno to watch."
Then he brought his fist to his mouth in a cock-sucking motion and
wiggled his eyebrows at Anita hopefully.
	"We'll take as long as it takes," Anita said, authoritatively.
	Lance sat at the end of the sofa nearest his mom's favorite
chair. She sat diagonally across from him, casually crossing her legs
at the ankles.
	"Mom," Lance said haltingly, "Sharon's going away for college
... and ... we've been talking."  He deliberately didn't mention that
he knew about Sharon's and Anita's private discussion about college-
life sex.
	Anita sat quietly wondering if Geoff was the better person to ask
about girlfriends and college.
	"We've discussed what changes that will make in our lives.  I
know she's gonna be faithful ... maybe some girl-on-girl stuff but no
guys."
	Anita nodded wisely like she was hearing this for the first time.
She tried not to react because she remembered Sharon's offhanded
remark about it being okay if Lance wanted to engage in guy-on-guy sex
while she was away--if he wanted.  In light of the past few days, Anita
wondered--and worried--if that was what Lance wanted to "confess" in
private--that he, too, was gay.
	"She's such a great girl, Mom, and ... well, she's told me it's
okay to ... have sex with other girls, as long as it's just sex."
	"Blowjobs?" Anita asked, trying to qualify `sex.'
	"No!  She said I could have ... intercourse ..."
	Calmly Anita said, "You mean `fuck,' so say `fuck'."
	"Yeah, well, I don't wanna fuck any other girl ... just Sharon
... except ..."
	"Except?" Anita encouraged.
	"If I ... fucked someone else ... a girl ... a woman ... do you
think I'd be cheating on Sharon?"
	"She said it would be okay," Anita consoled.
	"I've got her permission but wouldn't I be bad husband material
if I ...?"
	"I guess that's not a problem because you said there's no other
girls you want to fuck."
	Lowering his head to stare at his feet, Lance said in a whisper,
"Just you."
	 Anita flinched at hearing Lance admit it in such a personal and
private way.  When Sharon had mentioned that Lance wanted to have sex
with her that weekend when they all got naked together, she didn't
believe it.  She assumed Lance was just "saying" he wanted to have
sex with her because Randy was saying he wanted to have sex with his
dad.  Even so, Anita had secretly and shamefully wanted such a thing to
happen for a number of years--ever since Lance began dating.
	When he didn't hear a response, he said quietly, "The way I see
it ... if I fucked another girl ... it would be cheating because
there's a chance I could fall in love with her ... and never marry
Sharon."
	Anita's hopes for being fucked by her son were dashed.
	"But ... I don't want to be some clumsy ox going into marriage.
I mean, I think I know what I'm doing but what if I'm ... all wrong?
What if I can't please a woman?"
	"You'll do fine," Anita consoled.
	"Yeah," Lance said, "like Dad was able to please you!"
	"That was my fault ... my ... problem."
	Immediately contrite, Lance said, "That was unfair.  I shouldn't
have brought Dad into this ... it's just ... I'm so ... scared.
Sharon's the best thing that's ever happened to me.  I can't lose her."
	"The best thing to happen to the whole family," Anita said
appreciatively.
	"So ... what I was thinking ..." Lance said haltingly.
	"Go on."
	"If I had sex ... with you ... you know ... actually fucked you ..." the rest of the sentence came out at high speed.  "... there's no
chance of falling in love with another girl."  Then like he was reciting a list, Lance continued.  "I already love you.  You're my mom.  And it's not like we'd be talking about marriage.  I could, like,
practice with you, so Sharon doesn't get a dud in bed on her wedding night.  It's no different that when Dad taught me to play ball ... the
practice part, I mean."
	"Hey!  Calm down.  Take a breath," Anita said comfortingly.
"You don't have to convince me!"
	Wide-eyed, Lance said, "Really!"
	"I want Sharon as a daughter-in-law as much as you want her for
your wife, so yeah, I'm okay with it.  Maybe even a little eager for it."
	"Oh fuck!" Lance yelled, jumping up from his place on the sofa.
"Mom!  Really?  Can we tell Dad?"
	"Huh?" Anita said, noticing Lance's cock was flaccid for the
first time in two days--or so it seemed.  She thought, `He must have
really been worried about my reaction for him to have gone soft.'
	Even as she was lost in thought, Lance's cock began to rise.
	Sitting down to explain, Lance said, "Mom, Dad's gotta know.
He's your husband.  I'd be fuckin' his wife.  I don't want to do it
behind his back.  I don't like keeping secrets ... like I did about
Randy ... and Sharon."
	"Oh!" Anita said, realizing her son had given a lot more thought
to the prospect than she first thought.
	"I don't want to have SEX with him," Lance assured her, "I just
want him to ... be there ... if he wants ... but he's gotta know about
it beforehand."
	"So let's go tell him," Anita said, standing and opening her arms
for a comforting hug.
	Standing, Lance displayed his standing erection as well.
	Using one finger to press downward and letting it slip out from
under her finger to snap back against his belly, Anita said, "That's my
boy."
	"Should we ... tell him in front of Randy?" Lance asked.
	"It's okay with me.  Are you embarrassed?"
	"No!  Uh ..." then with mock shyness he said, "I just don't want
Randy to be jealous."
	When they walked in the family room, Randy and Geoff were
already watching the porno on DVD.  Geoff was kicked back in his
recliner and was lazily rubbing his cum tube with the finger pads of
his left hand.  His unthinking motions proved he was no novice to
masturbation.
	"Dad, can we see you ... uh ... in the bedroom?" Lance asked,
suddenly getting cold feet about discussing it in front of Randy.  He
didn't want to--possibly--be rebuked by his dad in front of his little brother.
	"Ooooh!" the two said just as salaciously as before.
	Geoff saw Anita's worried expression and got up.  Turning to
Randy, he said, "Stay here, son, okay?"
	"K."
	On the way to the master bedroom, Geoff asked anxiously, "Is
everything all right?
	"I hope so, Dad," Lance said gravely.  Then he explained what he
had discussed with Sharon ... and only minutes earlier with Anita.
"So, I was wondering," he finalized, "would it be okay with you if I
fucked Mom?"
	"Uh  ... "
	"It's okay with Mom ... and Sharon."
	"Uh  ... "
	"I'll understand if it's not ... I just thought ... I should ...
get your permission."
	"Permission!" Geoff yelled.
	Lance jumped, fearful that his dad was angry.
	"Permission!  Hell," Geoff said with a smile.  "You've got my
blessing!  Shit, the woman's been wearing me out, son!"  Then getting a
gloomy expression, he asked, "Uh, I don't have to be in the room, do I?
I mean, this isn't some ... freaky ... three-way Sharon's dreamed up,
is it?"
	Chuckling, Lance said, "No.  This was all MY idea.  Sharon just
encouraged me to explore the possibility.  But ... you can stay if you
want.  I mean, to make sure I don't do anything ... wrong."
	"Wrong?"
	"Stupid?"
	"He's afraid he's gonna be a lousy lay," Anita explained.
	"I'll tell you what," Geoff said, placing a hand on his son's
shoulder, "You have a go at the old girl and if you run into any
trouble, give me a holler.  How's that?"
	Anita knew it was Geoff's offhanded way of giving his son a vote
of confidence without patronizing him.
	"Thanks, Dad," Lance said almost tearfully.  The tears might have
been heart-felt love or from relief at getting his dad's blessing.  He
moved in toward his dad for a left shoulder to left shoulder hug but
only completed half the distance before he remembered they were both
naked--sporting hard-ons.
	As Geoff turned away from the awkward, `almost' embrace, he
said, "Just leave some for me."  Feeling the heavy discomfort in the
air, he said, lightly, "In the meantime, I'll, uh, be in the family
room jackin' off with your brother."  After he was in the hall he
peeked his head around the doorframe with a smile and said, "That
means, don't pound her pussy into pudding on your first try."
	Smiling, Anita said, accusingly, "Like YOU did our first night."
	Standing naked in his mother's bedroom made Lance realize, for
the first time, that he was finally going to get his adolescent wish.  He had always loved his mother--first as a mother and then as a woman.
It was at that moment it occurred to him that while he was lusting
after his mother, his brother was probably lusting after their father.  It was then that Lance decided to help Randy achieve HIS dream, too.
	"So how do you want to do this?" Anita asked, wresting him from
his thoughts.
	"Can we try it ... lover style, first?  I mean, I know we're not
lovers but ... "
	"Quit defending your intentions, hon, just let it happen."
	"So we can snuggle and do a little petting before we ... uh, get
down to  ... "
	"Sweetie, you want to practice for your honeymoon.  I understand.
It's okay."
	Lance gently grasped his mom's hand and led her to the bed.  He
let her get comfortable and crawled in next to her--on his father's
side of the bed.  `She's probably used to being made love to from this
side of the bed, so ... I'll ... just get started,' Lance thought
nervously, trying to second guess his every move.
	Gently rubbing his mom's left breast with his right hand, he
said, "You're a beautiful woman, Mom.  You've kept your figure, you
make sure you always look nice."  As his next comment occurred to him
out of a tense fog, he said with a playful giggle, " ... and you dress
really nice, too."
	"Thank you, sweetie."
	"Of course, this suit you're wearing right now is kinda stylish."
	Anita smiled, knowing Lance was nervous.
	"And it's wrinkle-free, too, huh?" Lance said, a little anxious
about getting started.
	Somewhat impatient, herself, Anita gently cupped the back of her
son's hand and tenderly moved it from her breast closer to her steamy
pussy.  Her other hand sought out her son's cock and began spreading
his copious pre-cum over the sensitive glans.
	Leaning in, Lance flicked his mother's nipple with his tongue and
asked "Was I breast fed?"
	"For a little while."
	"I don't know why I ever gave it up.  They're so luscious!"
	"You can revisit your infancy any time you want," Anita assured
him breathily.
	Pressing his middle finger into his mother's cunt, he asked, "Was
I a difficult delivery?"
	"Just the head," Anita said, placing her free hand comfortingly
on the back of his head.  Then, sliding it down to touch his shoulder,
she said, " ... and the shoulders."  Not wanting to disturb their
position, she said, "... and the hips."
	"These hips?" Lance asked, flexing his hips, forcing his cock to
press against her thigh.
	"Yeah," she said desirously.  In an afterthought tone, she added,
"Did you know you had a hard-on when you were born?"
	"I did not," Lance said dubiously.
	"It's a lot bigger now, though."
	"I hope!" Lance said.
	"Think we can find a place to put this puppy?" Anita asked,
squeezing Lance's cock insistently.
	As breathily as his mom, Lance said, "Yeah, uh, I think so."
	He rolled until he was in position on top of her, trying not to
crush her with his weight.  He looked nervously into his mom's eyes.
	"Trust your instincts, son."  Even so, she used both hands to
guide him between her labia and into her vaginal canal.
	"Oh god!  So sweet!"  With slow, almost reverential strokes,
Lance began to fuck his mom.
	For her part, Anita allowed him to set his own pace but was
surprised when he began to swirl his hips.  "Don't worry about my
G-spot this time, honey.  This one is for you.  Next time, we'll worry
about ... oh!  Oh!  Yeah!  You found it."
	Lance smiled and continued to fuck his mom, nailing her G-spot
with just about every stroke.  "Wanna be a good LOVER, mom, not just
a good lay."  Then he dipped his face down as if to kiss her--like he would Sharon ... on their wedding night.
	Anita closed the distance and kissed him passionately, the way
newlyweds would on their honeymoon.  She didn't care that her son was
thinking about Sharon.  She didn't care that she was being used as a
training dummy like "CPR Annie."  All she cared about was making sure
her son got the best education home schooling could provide.
	While mother and son made love, Geoff returned to the family
room.  Although he watched the porno, he didn't really see it.  His
mind was in the bedroom.  He wondered if he'd made the right decision.  He hadn't really been blindsided.  He knew by the way Lance's voice got
a hitch in it whenever he joked about fucking his mother that he really
wanted to.  He couldn't blame his son.  He couldn't blame his wife.
Actually, he'd had similar thoughts about Sharon ... and his own
daughter, if he had had one.
	The video ended.  Geoff looked over at Randy, who was looking
at him.
	"Wanna just jack off, Dad.  Otherwise  ... "
	"Yeah," Geoff said, "I DO wanna just jack off."  As they jerked
off toward climax, Geoff thought, `It's not so bad jackin' off with my
son.  I mean, I like to jack off and he likes to jack off, so why
shouldn't we jack off together?'  Then with a smirk, he thought, ` ...
at lease during those times Lance is takin' care of Anita for me.'
	As the guys began spurting--within moments of each other--Lance
and Anita returned to the family room.  Either one of them could have
lighted the room with their obvious sexually satisfied afterglow.
	"Uh, I think it's time for bed," Geoff said."
	"Yeah, I'm sleepy," Lance and Randy said, simultaneously.
	Grinning as he got into bed, Randy said, "You know what I did.
It was all over my belly.  What'd you and mom do?"
	Turning out the light, Lance said dreamily, "We made love."
	Randy smiled dreamily, glad that his brother had finally gotten
his wish.  Then, gloomily, just before sleep overtook him, he thought,
`If only I could convince Dad."
	Wednesday, Sharon came over to suck Lance and Randy.  On Friday,
she stopped to have a three-way with Geoff and Anita.  Before she left
she was invited for dinner on Saturday.  So, the next night, they--
including Sharon--were all sitting around the dinner table naked.  After praising Sharon by bragging about all the fun they had
experienced during the week, they thanked her for being so insightful.
	Anita complained that the frying bacon splattered her and
Sharon told her to get creative and gave her a couple of suggestions.
So, on subsequent mornings while she was frying bacon, the guys took
turns standing behind her.  They wrapped their arms around her and held
up a towel to create a curtain.  They didn't, however, wrap the towel
around her, they just let it hang between her and the fry pan.  It was
awkward but it got the job done.  It also gave the guys a chance to rub
their cocks against her fleshy buttocks, which usually resulted in at
least one hard-on at the table each morning.  Randy got an erection
anytime Geoff or Lance got hard and he often leisurely masturbated it--
absentmindedly--while he ate.
	During the next two weeks the family chose to live the nudist
lifestyle and discovered they liked it.  Anita would occasionally drape
a kitchen towel playfully over the erection of whichever of the guys
was sporting wood.  That would quickly lead to some grab ass.  Tits,
pussy, cocks and balls were also targets of the general horsing-around
activity.
	During dinner a few nights, Lance asked Sharon--who had become
a regular dinner guest--what she had planned for them next.
	"Nothing this week.  You can go on being nudists or go back to
the way things were.  But I've got a fun evening planned for the
weekend before I leave for college," Sharon said.  "Soooo, I don't want
either of you boys jackin' off during that week."
	"Sharon!  That's ..." Lance began to complain.
	"Or blowjobs, either," Sharon said, directing her remark at
Randy.  "Your mom's off limits, too."
	"I'm serious, Sharon.  That's cruel and inhuman punishment,"
Lance complained.
	Knowing she was being unreasonable but wanting to negotiate
additional terms later, Sharon said, "Well ... okay, Wednesday, then.
Nothing after Wednesday morning, though."
	"Wednesday night," Lance counter-offered.  It was a bargaining
routine they had developed after their B&D weekend.
	"Okay, but no cheating.  By the way, Geoff, that includes you,"
Sharon said.
	"What!  But ..."
	Ignoring Geoff's plea, Sharon said, "Anita, put the cum rag he
keeps under the bed in the clothes hamper Wednesday afternoon, will you?"
	"Sure."
	"You gave in pretty easily, Sharon," Lance said, skeptically.
"What's the catch?"
	"Anita's gonna be my watchdog.  She has my permission to restrain
you with duct tape, if necessary."
	"I think we can be trusted not to jack off.   There's no need for
restraints," Lance said.
	"Oh yes there is.  Wednesday and Thursday night, the only TV
you'll watch will be porno movies.  Since I want each of you three guys
to build up your joy juice, you'll watch non-stop sex videos from six
till midnight."
	"They get pretty boring after the first twenty minutes," Geoff
said.  "Then the gonads pretty much shut down."
	"Anita will be breaking up the monotony by performing live dildo
and vibrator shows for the three of you."
	"Oh, man," Geoff and Lance groaned.
	Anita raised her eyebrows skeptically but smiled mischievously,
nonetheless.
	"What about me?" Randy moaned.  "None of this really turns me on
that much.  I mean, when we first began our nudist policy around the
house, I'd get hard seeing all that swingin' meat ... and Mom, you're
hot, too, but ..."
	"You, my little friend, are going to get a special treat," Sharon
assured him.
	Excitedly, like it was Christmas morning, Randy asked, "Really?
What?"
	"It's a surprise.  You'll find out Wednesday."
	"Awh, Sharon, you know I don't like having to wait."
	"Which is why I plan to MAKE you wait."
	"But that's three days away," Randy whined.
	"It'll be worth the wait, I promise."
	Sharon phoned on Wednesday to tell the Wilsons to get dressed
because she was bringing company over.  She instructed them to wear a
button style shirt or blouse, zipper front jeans or slacks and
underpants or panties only--no undershirts for the guys and no bra for
Anita.
	When she arrived, she introduced the Wilsons to Trevor and Devon.
	"This is my older bother, Trevor," Sharon said, "he's twenty-six.
This is Devon."
	"I'm twelve and a half," Devon said proudly, "almost thirteen."
	Going around the semicircle of Wilsons standing in front of her,
Sharon said, "This is Geoff, Anita, Randy and, of course, you know
Lance."
	"Hi guys," Lance said, with a tone of familiarity.
	"Hi, Mr. Wilson," Trevor said, extending his hand.  Because he
knew it was proper etiquette for a woman to extend her hand before he
shook it, he waited for Anita to offer, which she did.  "Mrs. Wilson."
	Shaking his hand, she said, "Call me Anita ... please."
Turning to shake Devon's hand, she bent slightly and said, "and you
can, too."
	"Yes, ma'am," Devon said politely.
	Lance noticed Trevor's other hand was holding the carry-on bag
Sharon had used to bring over her B&D stuff on an earlier occasion.
	"Can I get you all something to drink?" Anita asked.
	"Pop for Devon," Sharon said.  "You want coffee, Trevor?"
	"Sure."
	"I'll help," Sharon said, clutching Anita firmly at the elbow to
direct her toward the kitchen.  Once in the kitchen, she asked, "Would
it be an imposition if Trevor and Devon stayed overnight?"
	Surprised at the question but having no objections, Anita said,
"No, of course not.  I mean ... I'd love to have them."
	"Good."
	"The boys can sleep on the sofa and your brothers can have THEIR
beds."
	"We'll let the guys work out the sleeping arrangements later."
	"The coffee's fresh," Anita said.  "I put it on just after you
called."
	After pouring one cup, Sharon grabbed a pop from the fridge and,
using her butt to push open the swinging door, she said, "I'll be right
back to help."
	Geoff was in the lounger, as expected.  Lance and Trevor were on
the sofa--one at each end--while Devon and Randy sat cross-legged on
the floor, already chatting amiably but quietly.  She handed Trevor the
coffee and Devon the pop.
	After Sharon returned to the kitchen, Trevor asked, "Do you have
drink coasters?"
	"Right here," Randy said, grabbing two from the decorative
holder.
	"Nice," Trevor said, admiring the decal.
	"Each one depicts a different endangered species."
	"Wow!" Devon said, "this it too pretty to use."
	"Use it, Doorstop," Trevor said in the authoritative voice of an
older brother.
	"Doorstop?" Randy asked.
	"Yeah," Trevor said, smiling kindly at his brother.  "He was so
quiet the first few years of his life, my older brother said he was
about as useful as a doorstop."
	Coming into the room at the tail end of the sentence with two
cups of coffee, Sharon added, "Once, when Mom and Dad were having a
long drawn-out sex session, they eventually climaxed and Dad rolled off
Mom to catch his breath.  When he rolled his head to the side, he saw
Devon sitting propped up against the bedroom door."
	"Like a doorstop," Trevor said.
	Handing Geoff the first cup, she gave the second to Lance and
returned to the kitchen.
	"I'd come to crawl in bed with `em." Devon said  "I was maybe six
or seven at the time.  Anyway, I watched for a long time, wondering
what they were doing.  I remember, toward the end, I thought Mom was in
pain ... that Dad was hurting her.  But then Dad bared his teeth like a
snarling dog, arched his back and pumped his load into Mom's twat."
	"It was his quiet demeanor that caused Brandon, our brother, to
nickname him Doorstop but I'm sure that little incident certainly
helped him come up with the name," Trevor said.
	"And I got stuck with it," Devon said with childish pride.  Then,
in a mock accusatory tone, he added, "You guys were the reason,
though."
	"What he means is," Trevor said, "all us older guys pretty much
ignored him until he was seven or eight years old.  We let Sharon and
Mom take care of the babies.  Anyway, he just lived in his own little
world.  He never joined in any of the games.  For a while, we thought
he was deaf because he never talked.  Never."
	"Boy, but when he did," Sharon said, following Anita into the
room, "he made up for lost time.  He started talking in full sentences
and proclaiming profound observations about every family member."
	"When he came out of his shell and he got so active, we thought
of changing his nickname to `Whirlwind,'" Trevor said.
	"I guess that's a lot better than `Squirt,'" Randy said
derisively.  Then he looked at Lance and then Sharon before grinning
impishly, knowing Sharon had given his nickname a second meaning, too,
the first time he cummed on her tits.
	"Then we thought we had a genius on our hands," Trevor said.
	"Nuh ungh.  At first you guys said I was an idiot savant."
	"Well, you WERE preoccupied with one topic," Trevor chided,
Moving his fist in and away from his mouth like a guy giving a blowjob.
	"Enough about Doorstop," Sharon said setting her cup of coffee on
the end table next to Lance's.
	"Hey, where's mine?" Randy pouted.
	"Oops, sorry," Sharon said.  "Pop?"
	"I'll get it," Randy said sullenly, jumping up effortlessly from
his cross-legged position like he was on a spring.
	Sharon followed him to the kitchen.  "Have you guys jacked off
today?"
	"I did, Lance didn't." Randy said, glad her brothers weren't in
the room.
	"Good, what about Geoff?"
	"Dunno.  Ask Mom," Randy said continuing to pout.
	"You don't seem too excited about all this.  How come?"
	"What's to be excited about?  Mom, Dad and Lance are gonna be
watching porno.  I've seen Lance and Dad naked so much lately the
thrill of that is gone."
	"Well, I just might have the perfect solution.  We'll see."
	"What's that?"
	"Put on your happy face and let's join the others."
	"Okay," Randy said reluctantly.
	When they returned, Devon was saying, "... so Sharon's like a
bridge between the five older brothers and us, the six younger boys."
	"How sweet," Anita said.  "I just can't imagine having twelve
children.  Are any of you adopted?"
	"No, ma'am," Trevor said.
	"You all have the same mother and father?" Geoff asked.
	"Yes, sir," Trevor said.
	"Wow!" Anita sighed.
	"As a bridge," Devon continued, "Sharon was always able to find
something two or more of us had in common and then she'd get us
together ... usually by having us play some kind of game."
	"Usually, it was corny," Trevor chuckled good-naturedly, "but in
the end, it always brought us closer together ... as brothers and as a
family."
	"More horny than corny," Devon offered matter-of-factly.
	Geoff and Anita exchanged glances, knowing they had played a
couple of Sharon's horny games in the recent past.  Even so, they were
surprised someone so young knew about `horny' things.
	"And we're gonna play one today, too," Sharon said.
	"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Geoff asked.  "I mean ..."
	"It's called `Blind Trust'."
	"Oh YEA!:  Devon squealed.  "I love that one."
	"Trevor and Devon know the rules but for you guys, I'll explain.
I'll blindfold you.  Then I'll have you turn around three times.  Your
job is to make contact with someone by reaching blindly for them."
	"Okay, I get the blind part, where does the trust part enter into
it?" Geoff asked.
	"Once you make contact, I'll explain the trust part."
	Lance and Geoff exchanged wary glances with Anita.  Lance was
worried because he recalled what happened the last time he was
blindfolded--Randy "outed" himself.  Randy looked bored.  Sharon's
brothers, however, smiled with knowing grins like two guys keeping a
secret.
	"All of us are going to participate?" Trevor asked.
	"Yep," Sharon said, looking directly at Anita.
	"I'll get the blindfolds," Devon said, as he got up and rummaged
through the carry-on bag.  "Does it matter who gets which color?"
	"No, they're just for psychological comfort."
	"Oh yeah, I forgot."
	Devon didn't forget.  Devon never forgot anything.  HE knew their
purpose but wanted to help his sister explain how the game worked.
	"We'll all stand," Sharon said, "and put the masks on."
	Fur-lined sleep masks were handed to everyone.
	"Put the fur toward your face so you can't peek out around the
edges," Devon said in an attempt to be helpful.
	"Trevor, Devon and I will move to another place in the room and
put our masks on.  Then, I'm going to have each of you turn around
three times.  Using only your hands, find one of us.  Keep your arms at
about shoulder height so you don't poke anyone in the eye."
	"Except me, 'cuz I'm short," Devon said sarcastically.  Then more
jovially, he said, "But it's okay, 'cuz I'm wearing the mask."
	"Okay, turn around and start searching."
	It was almost comical to watch Geoff and Lance stagger around in
search of the others.  Trevor and Devon, neither of whom were wearing a
mask, edged themselves out of the way whenever Geoff or Lance came
near.  In the meantime, Sharon removed Anita's and Randy's masks.
Sharon pointed two fingers of one hand at her own eyes and then turned
them toward Randy.  Then she jabbed them in the air toward Geoff and
Lance.
	Randy smiled, understanding that she only wanted him to watch--
not participate.
	Tugging on Anita's elbow, she silently positioned her in front of
Lance before she moved over to stand in front of Geoff.  She extended
her arms like the stereotypical sleepwalker--pretending to be
blindfolded.  Anita caught on, too, and did the same.
	As Geoff's hands touched her shoulder, Sharon said, "Oh!  Who
have we here?  Don't remove your masks.  This is the trust factor."
	Lance finally found Anita, who was right in front of him, when
she leaned her shoulder into his hand before touching his chest to keep
him at arms length, like Sharon was doing with Geoff.
	"The object at this point is to remove your secret partner's
blouse or shirt.  Start at the top and unbutton one button.  Then your
partner will do the same.  Keep going until you can remove the shirt."
	`A week ago, I would have been embarrassed to have a total
stranger take my clothes off me,' Anita thought, `but Sharon knew what
she was doing.  By having us stay naked for a week, we not only became
comfortable being seen by others--even if it was just my own family--we
learned to have fun with it.  I can't say I'm not a little anxious
about having her brothers see me naked but I'm also a little excited
about it, too.  These guys will be the first males to see me naked--
outside of my own family.'  A shiver coursed down Anita's right side
from her skull to her ankle.
	While Geoff and Lance were blindly removing the shirts of their
partners, Trevor and Devon walked quietly over to Randy.  As they
approached, they secured their masks on their heads but had them
resting on their foreheads in case they had to put them in place
quickly.  Using finger pointing, they told Randy to unbutton their
shirts for them.  Since he wasn't blindfolded, it didn't take him long.
Then Trevor unbuttoned Randy's shirt and slipped it off his shoulders.
	As Trevor's and Devon's shirts dropped to the floor, too, Sharon
said, "Okay, take the shirt off your partner.  Keeping your hands above
the waist and below the shoulders, try to find out who it is.  Of
course," Sharon added, "there's only two females, so whichever ones got
the girls have a 50/50 chance of being right.."
	Geoff thought, `Since you're talking directly in front of me, I'm
gonna guess I'll be one-hundred percent correct.'
	Trevor helped strap Randy's mask onto his forehead, in readiness,
like they had theirs.
	As Geoff and Sharon fondled each other's chest and breasts,
Lance and Anita caressed each other, too.  Trevor, Devon and Randy were
more aggressive in their pursuits of exploration, tweaking each other's
nipples and both younger boys pulled playfully on Trevor's chest hair.
	"Don't forget to hug and explore the back and sides of your
partner."  Sharon crooned as she pressed her boobs into Geoff's chest
wantonly.
	Devon willingly became the sandwich meat between the taller
Trevor and Randy but made sure he was facing Randy, not his brother, so
he could get a good feel of Randy's chest and back.  Anita hugged her
eldest son like a lover and kissed his neck tenderly as she ground her
breasts into his chest.
	"All right, guys," Sharon said after she thought the guys had
gotten somewhat aroused, "time to turn around three times and find
another blind date, so to speak."
	Once again, Sharon orchestrated `the dance.'  While Geoff and
Lance twirled, and began to search blindly, Sharon positioned Trevor in
front of Geoff to be `discovered.'  Then she pulled Devon in front of
Lance, extending her brother's arms to be `found.'  "Once you find a
mate, take their pants off but leave their underwear on."  Sharon
silently instructed Anita and Randy to remove their pants.  As planned,
the men `collided' and began to unsnap and unzip one another's jeans
and slacks.
	"Try to figure out which person you're with by feeling from the
waist down," Sharon instructed.
	Naturally, Geoff felt Trevor's hips, butt and thighs.  Trevor,
however, felt those same areas but groped Geoff's crotch, too.
Although startled at first, Geoff realized the only way he could tell
who he was with would be to "size up" his partner.  He was tentative at
first but eventually decided it was either Trevor or Lance.  Geoff
thought, `I've done some really strange things since I met Sharon.  The
whole family has.  But I'm just not real sure about this.  Touching
Lance and Randy is one thing ... and even Sharon ... but having her
brothers here makes me a little nervous.'
	Lance knew, because of his partner's diminutive stature that his
"blind date" was Devon, so he was reluctant to grope him.  When Devon
got bold, grabbed Lance by the balls and held on, Lance decided to do
the same.  `Fuck it,' Lance thought, `I know Squirt likes to be felt
up, so why not give Doorstop a thrill.'  When Devon gripped Lance's
boner through his boxers, Lance did the same.  Lance discovered Devon
was wearing briefs--and a hard-on.
	"Time to turn again," Sharon said.  This time, Trevor and Devon
switched places while and Geoff and Lance searched blindly for their
new mates.  Anita and Randy continued to watch.  As soon as Geoff
`found' Devon and Lance `found' Trevor, Sharon said, "Okay, now strip
your partner of their underpants."  Sharon nodded for Anita and Randy
to strip off each other's underwear as she removed her own panties.
	Realizing that he was dealing with Devon, because of his smaller
stature and the fact that he was wearing briefs, Geoff said, "Sharon,
this is getting kind of illegal."
	"Don't worry," Sharon said reassuringly, "Everyone here is okay
with this.  In fact, my brothers volunteered for it."
	"Volunteered?" Geoff said startled.
	Then Devon began fondling Geoff's naked cock.  He played with the
foreskin for a moment before using one hand to move his mask down over
his eyes.
	As soon as Sharon saw Devon jumping the gun, she said, "Touch
your partner from the waist down and the knees up to determine who's
who."
	Seeing Devon had put his mask on reminded Trevor to do the same.
After a wink at his sister that implied she had good taste in
boyfriends, he lowered his mask and  began groping Lance.
	Anita and Randy pulled their masks into place and groped each
other just for the fun of it.  Both were amazed at how different it
felt to touch each other without seeing each other.
	`Mom's pussy mounds feel huge!' Randy thought.  `When you don't
have your sight to help compensate, your sense of touch can be
deceived.'
	`Randy's cock feels so much bigger when you can't really see it,' Anita thought.
	`Wow!' Lance thought as he felt Trevor's erection, `this guy's
huge!  He's bigger than Dad.'
	`Holy shit!  This can't be Devon,' Geoff thought, `his dick's
bigger than mine!  Thirteen year olds don't have cocks this big.'
	"Okay everyone, remove your masks."
	Anita and Randy deliberately waited until they figured the others
could "confirm" they had been blindfolded the whole time before
removing THEIR masks.  Trevor and Devon hesitated, too, for the same
reason, so Geoff and Lance wouldn't know they had been duped into
groping Sharon's brothers.
	"How about if we all get in a circle and just look at each other
for a few minutes.  Since he's the youngest, we'll begin with Devon and
we'll each make a comment about someone else."
	"What kind of comment?" Lance asked.
	"It has to be an honest observation but it can be about
anything."
	"Anita, you're a great looking woman for an adult," Devon said.
	"Randy," Trevor said, "you're much cuter than Sharon described.
I love your eyes.  I could lose myself in 'em."
	Randy blushed from being admired so openly by someone almost
twice his age.
	"Uh," Geoff said, "to be honest ... about an observation ... uh
... Devon, your dick is huge for a guy your age!"
	"Thanks," Devon said, reaching over to casually stroke his
brother's erection, "it runs in the family."
	"I see that," Geoff said.
	"I love your foreskin, Geoff," Sharon said.
	"Me too," Trevor and Devon said simultaneously.
	The compliments continued until everyone had said at least one
nice thing about each person--and the guys' hard-ons went down.
	"We should probably move on to a deeper kind of truth," Sharon
said, "Devon, you want to start again and tell us some truth about
yourself?"
	"Sure," Devon said, enthusiastically.  "Umm.  I like water sports
... you know, the peeing kind, not the boating kind."  He looked back
and forth between Geoff and Anita to see if they understood.  From
their blank expressions he figured they had no clue.
	Trevor said, "The first time I had sex with a girl, I was ... uh
... really turned off by it.  As soon as I got home, I puked."
	"Really?" Randy asked incredulously, thinking he was the only one
who had ever felt that way.
	"Yeah.  Guys were more my speed."
	"You're gay?" Randy shouted gleefully.  "No way!"
	"Lance," Sharon said, trying to keep the group focused, "what
about you?"
	"Uh, well, umm ... about me, huh?  I thought at first I was going
to hate being nude in front of the rest of the family--especially mom--
but I learned to love it."
	Anita said, "For years, I never understood other people's need to
have sex so often.  I guess because of my lack of sex drive, I turned
to the church for some kind of normalcy."
	"Like nuns in a nunnery," Randy groused.
	"Yeah.  But now, I can't get enough ... sex, that is."
	"All the better for me," Geoff smiled.
	"The rest of the family isn't suffering, either," Randy said.
	Anita blushed, thinking her son was revealing to their guests a
little too much about what they had been doing sexually.
	"Well," Sharon said, "that's why I'm trying out some old
sociology techniques on you guys.  Party games, actually, but modified
to adult tastes."
	"And you think having your gay brother and your younger brother
joining us tonight will help somehow?" Geoff asked uncomfortably.
	"You'll see but first you have to tell us something about
yourself.  Make it a deep dark secret of yours.  That's what this
exercise is all about."
	"Oh, yeah.  Uh ... well ..." Geoff bowed his head shamefully.  "I
guess I'm not as liberal about sex as I thought I was."
	"Keep going," Sharon said soothingly.
	"I thought I was cool with just about everything but lately ..."
	"Go on," Sharon encouraged when Geoff hesitated.
	"First, let me say ... Anita, you know I love you to death.
Sharon, when you first ... I guess your brothers know about what all
we've been doing?"
	"Yeah."
	"When you first blew me, I was ecstatic.  I was a new man.
Having a young girl interested in me ... sexually ... made me feel
vibrant.  But then you turned the tables on me and made me ... touch my
sons and lick my own cum off their bodies."
	All the other guys' dicks began to harden but Geoff's remained
soft.
	"I was even able to accept that it was some kind of sexual
fantasy you had to create so you'd somehow be more fulfilled.  When you
suggested that Lance should fuck his mom, I got as hard as a rock.  I
don't know why.  It was never a fantasy of mine to fuck MY mother but
to have my son fuck my wife ... well ..."
	Geoff's cock throbbed into life on its way to hardness.
	"Go on," Sharon said.
	Looking sheepishly at Randy, Geoff said, "I just wasn't ready for
Randy to come out of the closet.  I guess I never will be.  He's my son
and I love him but I just can't understand why he's gay ... or even
wants to be gay."  Turning to Trevor, Geoff added, "No offense but I
just don't get it."
	"That's why we're here," Trevor said.  "Devon and I are here to
support Randy but more importantly, to help you.  We'll answer any
questions, demonstrate any techniques and ..."
	"And be Randy's sexual diversion while you straight guys watch
porno all night," Sharon said.
	"Oh shit.  I forgot about that," Lance said.
	"Diversion?" Randy asked warily, knowing how Sharon loved to
wield a double-edged sword.
	"They will perform live sex shows for you while the others are
watching their videos."
	"Wow!" Randy said, happy to know the brothers were there for his
personal enjoyment.
	"Devon's gay, too?" Geoff asked, astonished.
	"Bi, actually," Sharon clarified.
	"May I?" Devon asked Sharon.
	"Sure," Sharon said matter-of-factly.
	Devon dropped to his knees in front of Geoff and sucked his
hardening erection into his mouth.  He moved his tongue over, under and
around but didn't bob up and down.
	Shocked, Geoff couldn't move.  He tried.  He stood there as he
felt Devon's masterful tongue excite his manhood.  He felt his cock get
longer and fatter but was surprised when Devon didn't start sucking
like every other blowjob he'd ever had.  As it lengthened, his cock
head entered Devon's throat.  Even then, Devon didn't move.  It felt so
wonderful to feel his cock inching its way deeper and deeper into an
ever tighter confine.
	"Oh fuck!" Geoff moaned.  "This is torture."
	"The most pleasurable kind, huh?" Trevor affirmed.
	"Fuck yeah," Geoff groaned.
	Only when Geoff's cock head closed off his windpipe did Devon
move back.  He took a deep breath and went back down.
	"Oh fuck!" Geoff squealed in pleasure.  "He's swallowing.  It's
like he's vacuuming the cum out of my balls without even moving."
	"He's good, huh?" Sharon said.  "It was something he came up with
on his own."
	"Oh, by the way, that's another reason we call him Doorstop.  He
can sit there for hours ... like a doorstop ... and keep you hard the
whole time without ever causing you to cum."
	"But I want to!" Geoff pleaded.  "This is awesome!"
	"Can't cum after noon today, remember?" Sharon said evilly.  "Not
till I get back Friday or Saturday."
	Geoff's balls crept up in defiance.
	Devon pulled off Geoff's cock and went back to his position in
the circle.
	"Anita, what's your revelation?" Sharon asked.
	"It's not a deep dark secret but it's kinda embarrassing.  When I
first met Trevor ... when we were all still clothed ... I was hoping
... uh ..." Anita looked at Geoff.  "I thought it would be nice to have
him fuck me."
	Again she blushed.  Geoff smiled, admiring his wife for her
recently acquired honesty.  Lance looked jealous--if only momentarily.
Randy smiled impishly, thinking it was ironic that Trevor was gay.
	"Don't rule it out," Sharon said.
	"What?" Anita and Randy said together.
	"By Saturday, you'll all be so full of backed-up cum, you'll do
anything.  I just might force all of you to do something beyond your
wildest imaginations."
	Trevor's smile was indiscernible as to whether he hated the idea
or was intrigued by it.
	"So when do we start these movies and sex shows?" Devon asked.
	"No better time than now," Sharon said.  "Remember, none of you
guys get to cum."
	"Except us, right, Sis?" Devon said, thrusting his thumb toward
his older brother.
	"Wrong.  You don't get to cum because you need to keep Randy
aroused.  All you guys have to build up your supply of testosterone-
laden jism.  If either of you feels like you're getting close, tell
Anita.  I've given her some pointers on how to help."
	"To get things going before I leave," Sharon said, "Anita and I
are going to perform a lezzie show for you."
	"Oh man," Lance groaned.  "Not that.  You know how much that
turns me on."
	Geoff raised a thumb toward his son in silent agreement.
	"Trevor, are you ready?" Sharon asked.
	"If Devon is."
	Geoff thought, `I'm glad I didn't know these two were gay when we
were playing Blind Trust.  It would have felt so ... queer.  Damn!
That's what Sharon wanted.  She wanted me to feel a guy as a guy, not
as a gay guy or a straight guy but as ... a ... an equal partner.  I
think I'm beginning to understand her motives a little better now.'
	Devon crawled into a 69 position with his brother.  Even at twice
his age, Trevor fit perfectly into the torso area of Devon.  It was
only Trevor's legs and arms that were longer, giving him the stature of
an adult.
	Sharon in the meantime began to muff dive Anita.  Then Anita
knelt and turned the two of them in a way that both her husband and her
sons could watch.  She used her tongue to sensuously wet Sharon's outer
labia.  Once that was moist, Sharon spread her feet wider apart and
Anita craned her head back a little and began running her tongue inside
the folds of her son's girlfriend's pussy.  Grunts and groans
accompanied their heroic efforts to stimulate each other.  Anita used
her nose to rub Sharon's clit and she ran her hands along the abdomen
of the teenaged girl until she could blindly grope the firm melons of
flesh.  She thumbed the nipples into pert, erect nubs.
	"Oh fuck, that's hot," Geoff moaned as he pressed three fingers
into the base of his cock, just above his ball sack, to stem the flow
of pre-cum.
	Looking over her shoulder, Sharon said, "Looks like we better
make some arrangements for clean-up duty."  With both hands on the back
of Anita's head, Sharon forced her face into her cunt.  "Unngh, unngh,
oh god."  Her orgasm lasted at least a minute--something not lost on
the boys in the room.  Every one of them would love to have the staying
power women possess when they cum.
	"Clean up?" Lance asked.
	"Randy, Trevor, Devon, I want you to watch these two," Sharon
said, pointing to Geoff and Lance.  "If their pre-cum threatens to
stain the furniture or carpet, I want you to lick it off."
	"With pleasure," Trevor said.
	"Me too?" Randy asked.
	"Yeah," Sharon said.  "You can help clean your brother and dad
but my brothers will have to keep you clean.  Understood?"
	"All right!" Randy said, pulling a fist backward through the air
with a silent `Ka Ching!'
	"Anita, if you want, you can have any of the boys eat you out--my
brothers included."
	Geoff looked at Trevor for his reaction.  When he saw him lick
his lips, he didn't know if he was cleaning off his younger brother's
pre-cum or secretly enjoying the opportunity to try a little of the
`straight life.'
	"If it gets too bad, can we lace 'em up?" Devon asked excitedly.
	"Yes.  It's in the overnight bag."
	Lance and Geoff looked at each other, confused as to the meaning
of the reference.  Both decided not to ask, hoping they would
experience yet another surprise from Sharon--and her brothers.
	"Okay, give me a kiss.  I've got to go so you guys can get
started.
	"Started!" Geoff laughed.  "I just about finished when I
witnessed you having your orgasm."
	"You'll be punished if you do."  Sharon walked over to Lance and
he leaned forward to kiss her good-bye.  When she didn't bend down, he
got a quizzical expression.  She thrust her hips forward.
	Lance kissed her pussy lips.
	"French kiss," Sharon ordered.
	Lance dug his tongue deeply into her post-orgasm quim--as deeply
as her virginal intact hymen allowed.
	Sharon sidestepped over to Geoff who leaned forward.
	"May I please French kiss this beautiful teen pussy, Mistress?"
	"Permission granted."
	Using tongue and lips, Geoff French-kissed Sharon's pussy like it
was a mouth.  His tongue fought an imaginary pussy tongue in the hopes
of bringing her to another orgasm.
	As her thighs began to quiver, Sharon pulled away.  She walked
over to Randy who was already kneeling with his butt cheeks resting on
his heels.  His face was tilted upward in eager anticipation.  "You
can't come, Squirt, but you can drink as much of my brothers pre-cum as
you can hold.  They're both disease free."
	"Thank you, mistress," Randy said before diving into the warm
flesh of Sharon's cunt.  He rubbed his face in the generous folds
hoping to permeate his skin with her smell.  He planned to tease his
brother and father with the aroma while licking the pre-cum off their
cock knobs.
	Pulling away, Sharon turned to Trevor.
	Both Geoff and Lance looked on in astonishment as Trevor tilted
his face upward.
	"Mistress.  Humiliate me by forcing me to suck the juice from
your cunt like it was water from a fountain," Trevor whined.
	"No," Sharon barked.  "You can only kiss it.  Don't use any
tongue."
	As Trevor gave Sharon's pussy a peck of a kiss, Geoff and Lance
thought similar thoughts.
	`She wouldn't be that easy going on me,' Lance thought.
	`She knows Trevor's gay so she won't make him do anything
straight but she made me do gay things against my will.  That's not
fair,' Geoff thought.
	"Eat my ass!" Sharon said as she turned her butt toward her older
brother.  "Devon, eat my pussy!"
	Because of the forbidden nature of it, Geoff and his sons just
about creamed when they saw Sharon's brothers having oral sex with her.
The job Devon was doing was making Sharon leak like a faulty condom.
	"Randy, clean up that mess," Sharon ordered as she pointed to
Geoff and Lance.
	"No, don't!  I'll cum, I swear," Geoff shouted.
	"You better not!" Sharon threatened.
	"I wouldn't if I were you," Trevor warned before diving into his
sister's ass crack again.
	"Anita," Sharon said in a sex husky voice, "you have your
instructions.  You know you have complete authority while I'm gone.
You know the restrictions I've given you, right?"
	"Yea, ma'am," Anita said with a smile.
	"Every male, including my brothers, have to obey Anita," Sharon
said to the five men in the room.  "Is that understood?"
	"Yes, ma'am," five males said in unison.
	Pushing Devon aside, Sharon turned to face Trevor.
	"Drink."
	Trevor grimaced but dutifully put his mouth to his sister's cunt.
 Slurping sounds filled the room as Sharon climaxed again.
	Randy quickly and, without warning, engulfed the hood and head of
his father's cock to wipe away the pre-cum from his knob.  Then he
knee-walked over to his brother to clean up his pre-cum, too.  He knew
better than to do anything that would cause either of them to cum.
	As Sharon began getting dressed, Geoff thought, `Sharon put Anita
in charge because, until recently, she's never been sexually assertive!
I hope Sharon knows what she's doing.  I hope she knows Anita gets a
little obsessive-compulsive when she tries new things.'
	Lance looked at his mother to see if there was any hint of what
she was thinking.  He knew she tended to become engrossed in anything
she did.  He recalled, when she took up knitting, she had one whole
wall of the guest bedroom stacked with yarn.  When she joined the
church a couple of years ago, it wasn't enough to just go to church
services.  She had to join the women's auxiliary, the decorating
committee and the choir.  That seriously restricted the time she had to
spend on her knitting and, ultimately, she lost interest in knitting.
`Now that she's discovered her G-spot,' Lance thought, `Dad's being
fucked into feeblemindedness.'  And then, with a hint of guilt, his
mind flashed, `I sure would like to help.'
	`Oh jeeze,' Randy thought, `Mom in charge?  That's like putting a
priest in charge of Jacko's Neverland Ranch.  When she went on her
cooking spree years ago, she bought every specialty pot and pan on the
market.  She made soufflé, crème brulee, quiche ... every exotic recipe
she could get her hands on.  Now, that cookware is gathering dust in
the garage waiting for the time when garage sales become her newest
passion.'
	`Sharon's already told us about Anita,' Trevor thought with a
smile.  `Doorstop and I have been given our orders.  Act gay to help
Geoff get more comfortable about Randy being gay.  Act submissive so
Anita can get comfortable exerting her authority.  Act out every gay
scenario we can.  Sharon's not sure how gay Randy is so she wants us to
observe what reaction we get from Randy as we suck, fuck, rim and
teabag each other.'
	For the rest of the night, Randy watched Sharon's brothers make
love, alternating between tender kisses with familiar fondling and
torrid passion with nut crushing squeezes.  Lance and Geoff alternated
between watching porno flicks and live vibrator performances by Anita.
Occasionally, Randy, Devon and Trevor took momentary respites from what
they were doing to watch, too.  By midnight, Anita was worn out from
multiple orgasms and sent everyone to bed.
	Since the guest bedroom had been converted into a knitting room
and the bed removed, Lance and Randy offered their guests their
bedroom.  Trevor and Devon offered to sleep on the living room floor.
Rather than have their guests sleep on the floor their hosts counter-
offered to share their beds with their guests.  Eventually, a
compromise was settled.  Because of the sheer body mass of the two
older boys, it was agreed Trevor would sleep with the more diminutive
Randy while the older Lance shared with the younger Devon.
	After everyone was comfortable, Randy said, "Hey, what did that
comment, uh ... 'can we lace 'em up' mean?"
	If you guys get too close to cumming, we can tie shoelaces around
your cocks and balls.
	"Oooh!" Randy moaned.
	"Ouch," Lance said from across the room, reaching for the bedside
lamp.
	Just before turning off the light, Trevor called out casually,
"And don't pee the bed, Doorstop."
	"What!" Lance yelped.
	"Just kidding," Trevor said.  "He hasn't done that for over a
month."
	"Don't listen to him," Devon said.  "Trevor's the one who pees
the bed."
	"What!" Randy squealed.
	With a wicked grin, Trevor asked, "Haven't you heard?  Lots of
gays get into water sports"
	In a whisper, Randy asked, "Do you?"
	Whispering back, Trevor said, "Not in bed but otherwise, yeah."
	"Wow!  I'm gonna like hangin' with you guys.  Hey, I can, can't
I?  Hang with you guys, I mean.  I'm not too young?"
	"If you're old enough to pee, you're old enough for me," Trevor
smirked as he wrapped Randy's neck into the crook of his shoulder and
hugged him tight.  "Now, let's get some sleep."
	"Can I suck your woody in the morning?"
	"Sure."
	"Hey, Lance," Devon said, "Can I suck your woody in the morning,
too?"
	"No.  I'm not allowed to cum, remember?"
	"Just a little?" Devon whined.  "Just enough to make you feel
good."
	"We'll see," Lance said, turning off the bedside lamp,
effectively ending any further discussion.
	After Geoff and Anita went to bed, he asked, "What do you plan
to do with the boys while I'm at work tomorrow?"
	"Anita gave me my instructions.  They're supposed to stay naked.
I can feel up her brothers from time to time ... especially Trevor.  He
likes being humiliated by women.  She says Devon, on the other hand,
loves women almost as much as he likes men.  Oh, by the way, he likes
men, not boys.  She said I should watch him carefully to make sure he
doesn't try to monopolize your time.  If he does, I'm to punish him by
not letting him get near you."
	"But you're not going to ... uh, fuck anyone, are you?  I mean
... I uh,"
	"You don't want me to get fucked by a couple of strangers.  I
understand."
	"Uh, well actually, I was gonna say ... I want to be here to
watch ... if you're willing to ... I mean ... if you thought you wanted
to ... uh,"
	"So it's okay with you if I wanted some other guy to fuck me?"
	"It's not okay ... with just anyone.  I mean, I want you to enjoy
sex.  I want you to ... you have to admit ... you've been trying to
make up for lost time, lately.  And I'm only one man.  So I was thinking ... if you felt you needed more than I can offer, we could
agree to ... some ... terms."
	"Terms?"
	"Well, ground rules, I guess."
	"Like what?"
	"I don't want to restrict you ... control you ... but I guess
what I'm saying is, we could agree in advance who you were seeing and
when."
	"And what I can do and can't do with them?"
	"Kinda."
	"So you're saying you don't want me to have sex with just
anyone."
	"Right!  I mean, you tend to go off the deep end sometimes when
you find something that ... excites you--knitting, gourmet cooking and
stuff."
	"Yeah, I guess I do need to be reigned in once and a while."
	"So we're agreed, you don't fuck anyone unless I'm in the house?"
	"Agreed."
	"That includes Sharon's brothers?"
	"Yeah.  But I don't think we have to worry about them.  They're
gay, remember?"
	"Devon's bisexual."
	"Devon's a child!"
	"Devon's hung bigger than me," Geoff said ruefully.
	"He just looks bigger because he's only twelve.  He'll grow into it
and by the time he's eighteen, it'll look like a normal cock."
	"Ya think?"

	To be continued.
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