Teenage Hormones pt. 2 by JSipes7798


From the shadows of the stairway, Becky secretly watches her big brother vigorously fuck their Mom in the dark family room. She wants him to fuck her like that and plots a way to get him into her bed.When Logan comes down to the kitchen the next morning, he finds his Mom at the stove preparing breakfast. She has her back to him and is dressed as usual in her terrycloth robe. Logan chuckles to himself because he now knows from the previous night that she is wearing absolutely nothing under that robe. He tip-toes quietly up to her, encircles her waist with his arms and plants a wet kiss on her neck. She expresses her loving approval by pressing her butt against his hard cock. Logan returns her romantic gesture by sliding his right hand into her robe and gently tweaks her left nipple.

“Be careful, Honey. Your Sister can walk in at any moment. You promised to keep our secret from her and your Dad,” his Mom cautions.

“I know, Mom, but I can’t keep my hands off of you. I want to kiss and lick every delicious inch of your sexy body.”

“And I would love for you to do just that, Honey, but not while your Sister is around.” Mom reaches behind her back and squeezes his hard cock. “As soon as your Sister leaves for school I want some more this big fella!”

Logan pours himself and cup of coffee and then takes his place at the head of the breakfast table. Becky comes into the kitchen a moment later and is shocked to see Logan sitting in their father’s chair. Mom is seated in her customary place, which is to the right of Dad’s chair. Becky’s shock turns to anger once she realizes that her Mom had been stroking Logan’s cock under the table when she first entered the kitchen. The sudden surfacing of her Mom’s hand from under the table and the guilty expression on both their faces was a dead giveaway. Couple that with what she witnessed the night before is all she needed to assume, that they were again being sexual with each other. She is tempted to call them out but decides to approach the issue later after she’s had more time to assess her options thoroughly. 

“There’s a stack of blueberry pancakes on the stove, Becky. I cooked enough to feed an army so, feel free to help yourself,” Mom says.

“Oh…so you got up early this morning and cooked Logan’s all-time favorite breakfast,” Becky sneers! It is fairly obvious she is a bit angry when she snorts, “What’s the special occasion?”

Logan and Mom look at each other in surprise and then at Becky. Mom is blushing a crimson red and meekly answers, “No special occasion, Dear. I just thought it would be nice since we haven’t had blueberry pancakes in a while.”

“It couldn’t be because…?” Becky stops in mid-sentence and says, “Never mind. Just forget I said anything. I didn’t sleep very well last night, and I am not fully awake yet.”

Logan looks first to his Mom and then to Becky and firmly says, “If you have something to say, Becky, then let’s hear it.”

“No, I don’t have anything to say,” she snaps. “I just want to eat my breakfast in peace and then go to school.”

Mom fearfully speculates to herself that Becky may have spotted her playing with Logan’s cock under the table when she walked in on them. Logan is trying to figure out if Becky had somehow learned he’d had sex with his Mom the night before. It was a fact that his Mom had been rather vocal each time she had an orgasm. It would stand to reason Becky had been awakened by their noisy love-making and probably ventured down to investigate. She could’ve secretly witnessed everything from the dark stairway. He’s curious to probe further to determine just how much she really knows and how much is just speculation. He decides to hold off until he has a better grasp on the situation.

Becky eats her breakfast in silence and then goes to her room to get ready for school. Thirty minutes later, Becky is on her way to school. As soon as Becky is out the front door, Mom is on her knees with Logan’s cock in her mouth. “Ahhhhh,” Logan moans as his Mom’s tongue enthusiastically rolls against the sensitive tissue of his frenulum. He can’t believe what he is seeing; his own Mom is actually giving him a blow job. Logan had never really experienced a blowjob before. A couple of the girls he’d dated had licked and kissed the tip of his cock as they’d jerked him off, but none of them had even tried to take it right into their mouth. 

Logan watches as his Mom tilts her head up slightly, and looks him straight in the eyes with the sexiest look he’d ever seen in any woman. And then she starts to force more of his hard cock into her throat. Mom gags once but continues until the head of his cock enters her throat. She holds it stable for a second and then pushes it a half inch further. She flexes the muscles in her throat, giving him the sensation of a vagina squeezing his cock. Logan feels the start of an orgasm bubbling up from his balls but fights it off. He is not only experiencing his first blowjob but his first deep throat blowjob, and it is coming from his Mom. He almost dumps his load into her mouth, just thinking about it. 

By the time lunch rolls around they’d had sex in every conceivable position, in practically every room of the house. Mom’s pussy is so sore she can hardly walk, and Logan wants to dip his fatigued cock in a glass of cold milk or a bowl of ice water. They shower together and then retire to their separate bedrooms to nap and recharge.

Becky goes straight to her room without a word to anyone when she returns from school. She Googles ‘mother-son incest’ and finds it’s more prevalent than most would think. She learns that statically ‘mother-son incest’ is second only to ‘brother-sister incest’ and it occurs in families spanning every socio-economic level. It’s not confined to the poor, uneducated classes. Some of the wealthiest and best-educated families have secrets that include incest of some sort. Becky decides that she desperately wants to become part of the ‘brother-sister incest’ statistics and Goggles “How to seduce your brother.” She spends the rest of the afternoon plotting just how she is going to lure her big brother into her bed.

About six o’clock, Mom asks Logan to tell his Sister that dinner is ready. He walks down the hall toward her bedroom and finds Becky’s bedroom door is slightly ajar. Logan can see his Sister standing in front of a full-length mirror. She is completely nude and is casually brushing her long blond hair. He is treated to a full-frontal view of Becky’s slender young body which is shamelessly reflexing in her mirror. He is riveted by her exquisite state of undress. He feels guilty for violating his young Sister’s privacy but can’t move away from her bedroom door. He is barely able to catch his breath. He couldn’t have planned this chance sighting more perfectly if he had tried. He loses all track of time as he fantasizes about ravaging her body and has no idea how long he paused there gaping.

There is no doubt in his mind that his Sister is absolutely stunning. She occasionally pauses to turn sideways and study her breast from different angles. Her areolae are about an inch in diameter, and her nipples are hard; standing out from her breasts like little cherries on an ice cream sundae. She wets her fingers and pinches each nipple causing them to stand erect. They are even more beautiful than he remembers from the day at the swimming pool after he’d brazenly groped his Mom’s body while applying sunscreen.

At one-point Becky closes her eyes and traces the lips of her vagina with a wet fingertip, letting out a low moan as she puts pressure on her clit. She brings her finger to her mouth, examines the wet juices, and then licks the moisture off. Logan begins to rub his swelling cock through his thin running shorts, not thinking his Sister might catch a glimpse of his movement in her mirror. He’s too late with that thought because she freezes for a moment. A second later, her eyes lock onto his in the mirror. For a brief moment, they only stare at each other, and then Becky reacts by slowly turning to face her brother. She smiles and blows her brother a kiss. It takes Logan a minute to recover from the initial shock of being caught gaping at his Sister’s nude body.

“Mom told me to call you for dinner,” he stammers and then quickly retreats back downstairs.

Becky smiles and silently congratulates herself for successfully carrying out phase one of the plan to lure her brother into her bed. She closes her bedroom door, lays down on her bed, and fingers herself to a magnificent orgasm then joins her Mom and brother for dinner.

It’s after midnight when Logan is stirred from a sound sleep as he feels someone slither into bed with him. He’d been sleeping on his side facing away from the door. He feels two hard nipples press against his bare back and a soft hand slide into his boxers. Logan’s cock springs to life as she slowly strokes his cock up and down while nibbling on his earlobe. Logan is just before ordering his Sister out of his bed when his Mom whispers in his ear.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, Honey, but I desperately need this big fella here again,” she pleads.

She rolls Logan onto his back, straddles his waist, slides his cock into her wet pussy and begins riding his cock cowgirl style. She places both hands on his chest for balance and then rubs her clit enthusiastically against his pubic bone. Logan starts to tweak her nipples as she increases her forward and backward motion against his pubic bone. Logan cautions her not to get too loud because she may wake up Becky. She tries to be quiet when her orgasm explodes, but she can’t contain herself. She squeals loudly, and Logan pulls her to him and shoves his tongue into her mouth to muffle her shriek. It really didn’t matter because Becky had heard her Mom sneak down the hall to Logan’s room. She lays in her bed, fingering herself through two orgasms as she listens to her Mom and brother have sex. Her last orgasm is timed perfectly to coincide with her Mom’s climax.


Dad is still out of town, so Mom decides to treat Logan and Becky to a pizza dinner at their favorite Pizzeria. They find a booth near the back of the Pizzeria and Mom quickly slides into the booth next to her Son, leaving a seat across the table for her Daughter. Becky appears irritated because she suspects her Mom chose the seat next to Logan so she can secretly fondly his cock all through dinner. Becky seethes with jealousy and plots her revenge for later. Mom orders a glass of wine with her meal; Logan has a beer, and Becky must settle for a Coke. Logan is wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt with his college logo on the front. Becky purposely drops her napkin on the floor and then bends down to retrieve it. She glances under the table and can see up one leg of Logan’s khaki shorts. The head of his semi-hard cock is clearly visible.

Becky slips her shoe off, slides her bare foot up Logan’s pant leg and massages his hard cock with her toes. Logan is taking a swallow of his beer and spits a mouth full of beer across the table. He tries to push Becky’s foot away before his Mom sees what she is doing, but he is trapped against the wall on one side and against his Mom on the other side. When he is unsuccessful at removing her foot, he covers his lap with a napkin, so Mom doesn’t see Becky’s foot. Mom helps Logan clean up the mess as Becky continues to massage his cock with her toes. It doesn’t take long for him to blow a load all over his Sister’s foot. She pulls her foot back, scoops cum onto her finger and while her Mom is not looking, she brings her finger to her mouth, winks at Logan then licks her finger clean.

It is after eight o’clock when they return home from dinner. Mom suggests they have a cup of hot chocolate and watch a movie. Logan’s cock is still throbbing from Becky’s foot action at the Pizzeria. He can’t wait to get a little privacy so he can jack-off and relieve the pressure. He manages to slip away to the downstairs bathroom and empty his sack. Mom puts some water on the stove for hot chocolate, and Becky goes to her bedroom and changes into her sleeping attire.

When Becky returns to the family room, she finds Logan has settled on the sofa and is surfing the TV channels looking for a program that will appeal to his Mom and her but not something too girlie for him. She is wearing the usual long cotton t-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh. She is barefoot and not wearing a bra. Her pert breast jiggle and bounce with each step. She flops down in a wingback chair across from the sofa and starts flipping through her iPhone. Logan can see her nipples harden occasionally. He looks over his shoulder at his Mom in the kitchen to see if she has noticed him ogling Becky’s tits.

Becky sees him look at Mom. She knows he is looking to see if Mom notices his gawking at her tits. When Logan looks back at Becky, she smiles and winks. Logan can feel his cock starting to harden again. He puts the remote down as Mom serves the hot chocolate. Mom returns to the kitchen to get a cup of hot chocolate for herself. Becky folds her legs under her and to the side as she leans on the armrest of the chair. She looks Logan squarely in the eyes, smiles, stealthy lifts one leg and gives him a quick glimpse of her bare pussy. He almost spills his hot chocolate in his lap. That would have been a real disaster because it would have drawn attention to his hard cock that is fighting to get out of his shorts. Becky finds the whole thing amusing.

Mom returns to the family room, sit in Dad’s chair, and sips her hot chocolate. Every once in a while, when Mom isn’t looking, Becky flashes Logan again and winks. His hard cock is aching so badly, he finally has to excuse himself for bed. Becky playfully asks if she needs to tuck her big brother into bed. Mom tells her to stop treating him like a baby. He flees to his bathroom, and within seconds, his cock explodes into the toilet. There has to be at least a cup of cum spurting out of his cock. Logan peers at himself in the bathroom mirror and jacks off two more times before he cleans up the mess and goes to bed. He falls asleep dreaming of Becky crawling into his bed and smothering him with her naked tits.

The next night after dinner, Mom is cleaning the kitchen, Becky moves close to Logan and whispers, “My room in ten minutes.”

Becky disappears down the hallway toward her bedroom before Logan can ask her what she wants. He’s baffled by her action but excited to have been summoned to her room. Yet, at the same time, he’s apprehensive. His sister has always been a mystery to him. He has never been able to figure out what was really going on inside her female mind.

Ten minutes go by rather quickly, and Logan finds himself outside his Sister’s bedroom door almost hyperventilating. He takes a deep breath and lightly knocks on the door to her inner sanctum.

“Come in, Logan,” she murmurs in a soft voice.

He guardedly steps into her room and asks, “What’s going on, Sis?”

“Have a seat, Logan. We need to talk,” She answers in a serious tone.

Becky is sitting at her computer wearing her usual sleeping attire. He can tell she is braless because the ever-present hard nipples are staring through her nightshirt at him. No matter how hard he tries to control his eyes, they automatically go to her tits. Becky grins at her brother and says, “That’s what I want to talk to you about, big brother.”

“What?” he asks innocently trying to feign misunderstanding.

“Cut the damn bullshit, Logan,” She snarls! “You know very well what I’m talking about. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off my tits.”

He doesn’t say anything. To tell the truth, he didn’t know what to say because Becky has him dead to right. He can’t help it. His eyes automatically go straight to her tits without his knowledge or forethought. He is finding it harder to keep the promise made with his Dad; which is not to fuck Becky before Dad has his chance with her.

She gazes at him for a few minutes then asks, “Why is it that you can’t stop gawky at my tits, but you will not squeeze my tits or rub your cock against my butt like you do Mom?”

“Damn it, Becky! Why do you keep insisting I squeeze Mom’s tits and rub my cock against her butt?

“Because I’ve seen you do it with my own eyes,” Becky snaps. “And before you say anything else, I need to tell you that last week I watched from the stairway as you and Mom fucked like two sex-crazed teenagers on the sofa in the family room.

Logan is caught off guard but is not surprised at her comment. He had suspected she knew something by the way she had been acting lately. He thinks for a minute and then timidly asks, “Does Mom know you saw us having sex?”

“Yes. I told Mom a few days after I witnessed the two of you together. At first, I wasn’t going to say anything to her, but when I walked into the kitchen the next morning and saw her playing with your cock under the table; I knew I had to confront her.”

“What did she say?”

“Let’s just says we had a nice long mother, daughter talk and came to an understanding.”

“What exactly is that understanding?”

“I won’t go into all the details just yet, but I basically agreed not to tell Dad about your shenanigans with Mom. And I should also tell you that Mom is aware of you gawking at my tits and she knows that I want to fuck you too.”

“You told Mom that you wanted to fuck me,” Logan shriek?

“Yes, I did!”

“Oh my, God! What did she say to that?”

“Well…Mom was really cool about it. She’s aware of your obsession with my tits and said I should just show you my bare tits and let you get it out of your system,” Becky smiles.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not lying,” Becky quickly replies. “Mom suggests I let you see them, touch them, squeeze them, or whatever else you need to do to get it out of your system once and for all.” 

“And suck them?’ He eagerly asks.

“Yes, and even suck them if that’s what it takes for you to get past this hurdle.”

“Wait a minute. Does Mom know we are in here talking about my fascination with your tits?”

“It was Mom’s idea for us to meet and settle the issue. She sees the way you gawk at my tits. And she is perfectly aware of the way your cock gets hard when I come around.”

“Are you telling me Mom really gave you permission to show your tits to me?”

“That’s precisely what I am telling you,” Becky beams. “She said we could even fuck if we want.”

“Why would Mom agree to that?”

“It’s like I said before; I told her I knew you, and she was fucking each other every chance you got, and I promised not to tell Dad if she didn’t object to the two of us having a little fun together

“And she agreed to your terms?”

“That she did.”

“Okay…I guess we should start off slow and I will just examine your naked breast for the time being.”

“That’s all you want to do,” Becky disappointingly exclaims?

Logan shrugs his shoulders and answers, “Well…I guess so for now.”

Logan sits in amazement as Becky locks her bedroom door, and then removes her cotton nightshirt. She has on a pair of sexy navy-blue bikini panties and is sporting a prominent camel toe. Logan thinks he detects a wet spot right in the middle of her camel toe, but can’t be sure because of the dark navy-blue color of her panties.

She looks nervous but smiles and asks, “Do you want me standing, sitting in a chair or on the bed?”

“What,” Logan mumbles half dazed?

“You heard what I said, Logan. Now snap out of it and get this fucking show on the road!”

Logan is stunned by her language but excited about the opportunity to play with his Sister’s tits and chooses the bed. Becky sits on the edge of her bed and waits for him to make his initial move. He doesn’t know how to get started, and neither does Becky. Licking her dry lips, she looks up at her brother and waits with anticipation. Logan can’t help but admire the beauty of her young naked body. Her satiny skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, her long blond hair is wildly tousled as usual, and her nipples are rigid and appear ready to burst.

Logan slips off his jeans and sits next to his Sister and just stares at her magnificent orbs. Her nipples appear to be very, very hard, and the flesh around her breasts has a crimson glow. His initial hesitations are slowly melting away, replaced by a strong desire to give her what he has always fantasized about. The only thing keeping him from ultimately fulfilling that fantasy is the promise made to his Dad. 

“Logan, why did you take your jeans off if you are not going to do anything more than examine my tits?” She is very matter of fact about it.

“I don’t know, Sis. I guess I just wanted to be comfortable. In case you don’t know it, my cock gets really hard every time I get around you, and it is very uncomfortable squeezed into the confining space of my jeans,” he groans. “Also, if the mood strikes me, I may even let you play with my cock.”

She appears to be satisfied with his explanation and gazes up with doe-like eyes, anxious for him to begin. Her gaze never leaves his eyes as it becomes apparent, she wants this as much if not more than him. She bites her lips and sighs while her blue eyes become glazed, and she begins breathing harder. Her eyes plead as she leans close and whispers what she desires from him next. Up until then, he had no clue as to what she really expected from him.

Logan tries to be gentle at first because he is her big brother, but he senses she wants him to take charge. He cautiously caresses one gravity-defying 36C breast then the other. They feel so firm yet spongy when he squeezes them. Becky looks at him as though she is afraid, he will damage them. She takes a deep breath when Logan begins to roll one nipple between his thumb and index finger. He can feel her heart beating rapidly under her breast.

She lets a low moan escape when he leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth. Her first instinct is to push his mouth off of her nipple, but he refuses to surrender that nipple and sucks harder. Her breathing picks up, and instead of forcing him off of her breasts, she pulls him closer to her bosom. Logan becomes braver and carefully slips his hand inside her navy-blue panties. She spreads her thighs and welcomes his exploration. After a few minutes of enthusiastically devouring her nipples and fingering her pussy; she starts to hyperventilate and then tremble. A minute later, his Sister stiffens as her orgasm engulfed her whole body.

She squeals and then places a palm on each side of Logan’s face and pulls him to her lips. He can feel her tongue anxiously poking at his lips, trying to gain entry to his mouth. He lets her in, and their tongues dance and twist causing both their heads to spin. He had no idea his sister could kiss like that. It is the most thrilling, most passionate kiss he’d ever experienced. That includes the kiss from Mom. He doesn’t know how long that kiss lasted before she breaks away and says, “Oh my God, where did you learn how to do that?”

He assumes she’s talking about sucking her tit until she orgasmed and without thinking, he said, “Mom taught me.”

“What the hell do you mean, Mom taught you?” 

“I’m sorry, Becky, but I promised Mom I would never reveal any of the details of our sexual endeavors.”

“Too late, Logan. You opened this can of worms. Now tell me everything that is going on with you and Mom. I want to hear all about your incestuous affair with our sweet Mom,” she demands. “By the way, you do know it’s incest when you have sex with a blood relative; don’t you?”

“Yes, I know it’s incest when I have sex with Mom.”

“That means you can’t use the incest excuse as the reason we can’t have sex with each other.

Becky’s eyes actively scan her brother’s face waiting for his response. He doesn’t know how to answer. He just sits there with a dumb expression on his face. Becky is quiet for a considerably long period. Logan can see the wheels turning in her mind. It is apparent she has many more questions rumbling through her head. He is getting turned on just thinking about the information he had learned from his Mom about how to please a woman. His cock is threatening to pop out of his boxers.

Becky finally breaks her silence when she says, “You say Mom taught you how to cause a woman to orgasm with your tongue on her tits?”

“Absolutely! She taught me things about using my tongue on a woman in ways I never dreamed about.”

“Did she teach you to use your tongue anyplace else on a woman’s body to make her orgasm?”

“As a matter of fact, she did. Why do you ask?”

“Well…I hear girls at school talking about…” Becky blushes and looks away from him. He can tell she is struggling inside with what she wants to ask him. He lets her stew for a moment and then motions with his hand for her to continue.

“They say that it feels terrific when a guy licks you down there,” She blurts and then looks away. Her cheeks are bright red, and her breathing has increased considerably. Even though they had always been able to talk to each other about almost anything, he knows it took a lot for her to say that to him.

“And let me guess,” he grins. “You would like to find out firsthand what it actually feels like, but are too embarrassed to ask me to show you.”

Becky stares at the floor and shakes her head yes. Logan tries not to act too enthusiastic about her request. He has wanted to taste her pussy almost as much as he’d wanted to play with her tits. He gives her a loving squeeze and asks her to slip her panties off and lay back on the bed. She quickly flops onto her back, raises her hips, and slides her panties off in one smooth, swift motion. Logan crawls between her splayed legs and kisses her inner thigh. He plants a series of gentle little kisses to each thigh as he makes his way up to the promised land. He takes in a deep breath inhaling her feminine aroma while using his thumbs to fold back her labia. After a few puffs of warm breath in that area, her clit pokes its head out of its hood. Just as he moves in to make contact, Becky put her palm on his forehead and says, “Your tongue only, Logan; I’m not quite ready for you to stick your cock in there!”

“I promise, Sis. I would never do that unless I had your permission.”

She removes her hand from his forehead and says, “Okay, but promise me it will be just your tongue until I say differently.”

Logan assures her he wouldn’t violate her trust and begins his approach again. He spread the lips of her vagina and again blows gently on her opening. He had learned that technique from a porn site, and his Mom had loved it when he did it with her. Just like with Mom, Becky’s clit pushes out from under its protective hood. He returns to kissing and licking her inner thighs while listening to her moans and gasps. He moves back to her pussy where he runs his tongue over her wet labia. Becky lets out a deep guttural groan, and then he feels her hand on the back of his head; guiding him, just like Mom did, to the places she needed him. He begins licking her hot folds, listening to her moans of pleasure as he continues running his tongue up and down her pussy lips. He parts her folds with his tongue and lets her juices flow.

Logan works his tongue deep into her pussy before moving up and taking her clit into his mouth. As he begins sucking his Sister’s clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into her pussy. He alternates between licking and sucking her clit, and she becomes more and more excited. It isn’t long before she is thrusting her pussy hard into his face as the next orgasm washes over her.

Once she comes down from that orgasm, he proceeds to lick on and try things that had pleased Mom. He brings Becky to the edge of her next orgasm and then shoves his finger into her anus just as she explodes with orgasmic bliss. She successfully stifles a scream. He can feel the lust and pure enthusiasm coming from her as he sucks her clit between his lips and gently flicks it with his tongue. Every once in a while, she stiffens and uses her hand to push him deeper into her silky tunnel. After a while, she can take no more and pushes him off of her sensitive vagina. 

They hold each other close for a while. It is getting near midnight, and both are nearing exhaustion. Logan’s jaws are aching, and his tongue is on its last lick. He leans over and kisses Becky on her lips and lifts himself to get out of her bed.

She places her hand on his arm and asks, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to my room. We sure don’t want to fall asleep and let Mom catch us in bed together.”

“Don’t go just yet.” She hesitates a moment and then says, “I want to make you cum before you leave.”

“But I thought you said you were not going to let me fuck you?”

“I’m NOT going to fuck you right now. I just want to suck your cock. You made me cum at least five times tonight, and the least I can do is suck your cock until you cum at least one time.”

“Have you ever sucked a cock, Sis?”

“No, not really, but how hard can it be?”

“I don’t know, Becky. It takes a certain amount of skill to give a first-rate blowjob,” he remarks. “I just can’t visualize my little Sister knowing how to give a blowjob.”

Logan should have kept his mouth shut. The hurt in Becky’s eyes threatens to spoil an otherwise remarkable evening. He tries to backtrack and undo the damage he has just caused. She puffs up into a fit of anger and turns away from him. He knows he has probably ruined what could’ve been a beautiful brother/sister experience.

“I’m sorry, Sis. I would love for you to give me a blowjob. It just surprised me when you offered. A brother has a hard time visualizing his little sister sucking a cock. I still think of you as the little girl whom I taught to ride a bicycle.”

Becky rolls back over to face him with a big grin on her face. He knows there is no stopping her now and slips off his boxers, releasing his seven-inch cock. Logan can’t tell by her expression if she is impressed with his cock or frightened by its size. He sits on the edge of the bed, and Becky kneels on the floor between his hairy thighs. She stares at his cock for a minute before leaning forward and taking it into her mouth. She begins sucking and bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Within seconds he pushes her off his cock and screams for her to stop. She looks shocked and hurt. He tries to explain without making matters worse.

“Becky, you were biting me,” he tries to explain in a loving voice. “I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t have assumed you knew how to suck a cock. I should have cautioned you to cover your teeth and not let them grind against my cock; especially the tender plum shaped head.”

She starts to sob. “I’m so sorry, Logan, I wanted to make it feel as good for you; as you made it feel for me. I had always heard girls say they sucked their boyfriend’s cock and thought I was supposed to actually suck it as I was just doing.”

“It’s okay, Becky. Let’s start over, and I will talk you through it.”

She nods her okay, wraps her soft fingers around his cock, and waits for his instructions.

He begins by saying, “The tip of a man’s penis is by far the most sensitive spot on his cock, particularly the underside of the mushroom.” He points to the frenulum. “This spot is the female equivalent of the clitoris. So, focusing attention on the tip is going to work well to push any man over the edge in the most intense and pleasurable orgasm possible.”

He looks Becky in the eyes to see if she is following his explanation. She smiles and nods for him to proceed. She leans forward and touches her tongue to his mushroom and gives the frenulum a gentle lick.

Logan takes a deep breath and continues. “There are many good techniques you can use to pleasure the tip of a man’s penis. Let’s start with Kissing and licking the tip of the cock. That is a fabulous way to start off any blow job and draw out the length of the blowjob. It’s also perfect if you like seeing and hearing a man squirm in beautiful orgasmic agony. Kissing his penis and balls is easy, just think back to how you would kiss him normally on the lips: Just purse your lips together and give the penis small tender pecks. Then open your lips slightly so that you can gently squeeze the top of the penis between them. And with saliva on your lips, gently run them over the tip of his penis until it is well lubricated with your spit. Now use your wet lips to gently suck on the top of his wet penis while swirling your tongue around the tip. Make damn sure your teeth never come in contact with the penis.”

Becky rubs her soft wet lips over the tip of his cock until it is well lubricated with her saliva. He is pleased with how she eagerly follows his instructions with such enthusiasm.

“Learning to suck a cock is something you learn over time. No one expects you to be an expert the first time you try. You only have to remember a few things to start. The rest will come naturally as you practice and explore new things.”

Becky tries his suggestions, and while holding her brother’s penis steady in both hands, she starts making a slow circular motion with her tongue around the plum shaped top of his cock. She alternates direction and speed to add some variety. Logan immediately feels his orgasm begin to stir deep in his balls. He has to stop her for the time being because if he blows his load right then, it will cut the lesson short. He decides to cover some fundamentals to give his pending orgasm a chance to settle down.

“Everyone is familiar with the UP & DOWN technique. It is the most elemental method of all blowjob techniques. Mastering that move first is a smart way to get comfortable giving a blow job before progressing to more advanced techniques and tactics such as deep throating.”

“What is deep throating,” she asks?

“Try to picture my cock sliding in and out of your mouth like I’m fucking your vagina. As you get comfortable with that, you try taking my cock deeper and deeper until it slips into your throat. That’s known as deep throating, which is an advanced technique we will cover later. Taking my penis deeper and deeper into your mouth runs the risk of triggering your gag reflex, but try not to worry about that because it’s entirely natural, and most guys don’t really care if you gag a little because that feels good to their cock also.”

Becky lowers her mouth to his cock again and takes it deeper into her mouth until her gag reflex prevents her from going any further. She backs off and looks up at him for approval. He smiles and compliments Becky on her sincere effort. He can see she is pleased with herself.

“Okay…while sucking, you can add some variation by using your tongue to massage the cockhead too. The cockhead is the plum shaped helmet at the tip of the cock. You can add to the pleasure to that area by humming. There isn’t anything more to this technique other than just gently sucking, licking, bobbing your head, humming and taking the penis in and out of your mouth.”

Becky goes to work implementing that technique, and Logan realizes too late that he shouldn’t have suggested the humming. Before he can warn her, his orgasm explodes in her mouth. She pulls off quickly and the second blast hit her in the face below her mouth. The third and fourth blasts hit her chest and drip down over her breast. She jumps up and rushes into the bathroom for a wet face cloth. He notices her lick some of his cum off the back of her hand as she hurries toward the bathroom.

Logan knows that after that explosion he is out of the ballgame until he can recover. He thinks Becky is ready for a break anyway. Her brother decides to cover some more basics. He figures talking about eye contact followed by the hand job technique should allow her time to rest and him time to recover he thinks to myself.

“Becky, I want to take a minute and cover a few rudimentary things that will improve your blowjob ability. Making eye contact with your boyfriend while giving him head can be super intimate and intense and even appear a little bit submissive. Guys get turned on by a sexually submissive woman.”

“So, how do I know when to use eye contact, and when not to use it?”

“That’s something that will come with experience. Unbroken eye contact can also be a bit intimidating, so use it sparingly with someone you just met. If you have just started dating a guy and you proceed to give him a ten-minute blow job maintaining unbroken eye contact throughout, then he may feel a little awkward. Remember, most guys prefer a submissive woman. Eye contact is good, just don’t force it. Don’t make overly intense eye contact. You have to judge how much eye contact to use by his reaction. You can break the sexual ambiance and kill the mood if you are trying awkwardly to maintain eye contact with your guy during the whole blow job. So, if you notice that your boyfriend breaks eye contact with you or gets uncomfortable whenever you try to make eye contact with him during oral sex, then just forget about using that technique.”

Becky locks eyes with her brother, wraps her wet lips around his cock and swirls her tongue around the sensitive mushroom. He almost loses his load again when she adds a low humming vibration. She definitely has that technique mastered. He has to push her mouth off his cock and move on to prevent another premature ejaculation.

“Using your hands is a powerful blowjob technique while giving oral sex. In fact, you can deliver way more pleasure and enjoyment by using your hands on the penis and balls during the blow job. Jerking a man off while giving him a blowjob at the same time is a super way to maximize his pleasure. Just take the first inch or two of his cock into your mouth, then wrap one hand around his shaft and use your other hand to massage his balls. While using a simple technique like that you can run your hand up and down his shaft and at the same time, give him a pleasurable blowjob.”

Becky caresses Logan’s semi-hard cock in her hot little hands. As soon as she tickles his balls with her fingertips, it springs back harder than before. He knows the break wasn’t going to last as long as first anticipated. He can already feel the blood begin to surge back into his cock.

“Speaking of working a man’s balls, using your mouth and tongue to stimulate them is an excellent blow job technique that adds even more pleasure to the overall blow job. Whatever you can do to the penis with your mouth, you can do the same to the balls. The big difference is that the balls are super sensitive to pain, so make sure you don’t apply too much direct pressure, or worse don’t accidentally use your teeth on them. I can’t stress enough how important it is to be aware of your teeth anytime you get near a man’s sex organs.”

Becky smiles and nods to show her understanding. She leans forward and takes his mushroom into her warm mouth. She circles it with her tongue while applying gentle suction. She bobs her head a few times and lets his cock slide deeper into her mouth. Each time she bobs her head, she takes his cock a little further into her mouth. It isn’t long before Logan’s cock is at the back of her mouth. She gags a few times, but he can feel her throat relax and let him enter. She holds the head of his cock maybe an inch inside her throat. He can feel her throat muscles begin to spasm and massage his mushroom. Logan can feel his orgasm bubbling up, and tries to warn Becky.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” He cries as he attempts to push her off his spurting cock. She pulls her head back just a little and holds the tip of his cock in her mouth as his cum begins to flow. She makes a tight seal with her lips, and her brother can feel the muscles in her throat and jaws move as she sucks and swallows every drop of cum from his spasming cock. He can feel his balls emptying into her suctioning mouth. He thinks he is going to pass out. After a minute, he has to push her off his sensitive gland. She continues to lick and fondle his balls. There is no doubt she has found something she enjoys, and with a little more practice, she will become very skilled at it.

Logan pulls his Sister up into his arms and kisses her on the lips. She repays his kiss with vigor. He can taste the saltiness of his own cum in her mouth and says, “You are a swift learner, baby sister, and with a little practice, no one will suck a cock better than you.”

“And I plan to get that practice every night from now on,” she smiles. “You can expect this to happen every night, and you are damn well going to return the favor by eating my pussy every night.”

Logan rolls out of bed, but Becky stops him again. “Where do you think you are going?”

“I’m going back to my room before Mom finds out we spent the night together.”

“Get your ass back in this bed and fuck my brains out, silly. Mom doesn’t care if we spent the night with each other. In fact, it was her idea. She set this whole thing up.”

“What do you mean, she set this whole thing up?”

“Think back to earlier in the evening, Logan. Did Mom insist we watch TV with her like most nights?”


“Did she come to check on us and ask what we were doing in my room?”


“That’s because she knew how much I wanted you to fuck me, so, she coached me on how to lure you into my bed.”

“No way!”


“I don’t believe you.”

“Remember when you came to call me to dinner the other night and saw me posing naked in front of my mirror?”


“Mom showed me how far to leave my door open to give you the best view, and she coached me on what to do as you as you spied on me from the hallway.”

“She didn’t.”

“Yes, she did; right down to sticking my finger in my pussy and licking the juice off while you watched.”

Logan is dumbfounded and stands there shaking his head.

“She texted me to let me know you were on your way so I could time everything just right.”

“She didn’t.”

“And remember the night we went to dinner at the Pizzeria? Mom made sure you were trapped between the wall and her so I could jack you off with my toes and then lick your cum from my finger.”

Logan sits on the edge of her bed. He has a confused expression on his face and finds the whole thing unbelievably arousing. His cock is so hard it feels like it is going to explode.

“Mom told me she had done the same thing to a boy she knew in college and found it so thrilling, she had to encourage me to do it with you while she watched but pretended not to be aware of what was going on.”

Logan slides his hand up his Sister’s thigh and tickles her pussy with his fingertips. She giggles and says, “And when we got home from the Pizzeria it was Mom’s idea that I dress for bed with no panties on. She told me to sit in the chair across from the sofa and flash my pussy at you a few times. I got so wet doing that, it was all I could do not to finger myself right there in front of both of you.”

Logan leisurely circles his Sister’s clit with his index finger and then inserts it to the second knuckle, looking for her g-spot.

“Mom and I both were sure you would sneak into to my room later that night and fuck my brains out,” she continues. “However, you never showed up, so Mom planned tonight for us to consummate our long overdue sexual unity.”

Logan leans forward kissing first her clit, then her belly button and later on to her luscious tits. After he had given each nipple ample attention, he moves up to provide her with the most passionate kiss ever. Logan tries to recall how many times he’d pictured this moment, dreamed of it, and now, it is actually going to happen. He looks down as she pauses for a second before finding his cock and guiding it into her sopping wet pussy.

He sees her take a deep breath and then wrap her legs around his waist, anchoring her heels behind his thighs and pulling him deep into her waiting wetness. It only takes a few minutes before they climb towards a climax together, their stomachs and pubic hairs slick with sweat, slapping together with each thrust. Logan’s rock-hard cock and Becky’s soaking wet pussy feel like molten flames. His balls tighten, as the burning starts deep inside his swollen sack. His face turns red and contorts in a grimace as he cries, “Oh my God, Becky! Here it comes! Oh, fuck I’m going to cummmm baby!”

“Oh fuck, Logan! I’m almost there too,” she screams! “Please don’t stop now! Fuck me harder and faster! Please! Please!”

Their minds drift into a fog as simultaneous orgasms wash over the two of them. Logan’s cock spurts an ocean of cum; two, three, four times into his Sister’s womb as she gyrates under him. Becky feels her brother’s hot ejaculation; at the same time, her orgasm consumes her whole body. She stiffens, and with her heels locked tightly under his ass cheeks, she pulls him deep into her pussy. A moment later, Becky knows he’s finished when his hard-pulsing cock gently twitches and then begins to soften. She rewards him with a few more squeezes from her vaginal muscles. Becky’s jubilant laughter fades to become happy giggling as each additional squeeze of her pussy gets another involuntary twitch from her brother’s cock until it slides out of her sated pussy.

Lost in lust and consumed by passion; Logan collapses onto his Sister, licks her earlobe and whispers,” Becky, that was the best fuck ever!”

“Even better than Mom?”

“Believe it or not; Yes, even better than Mom!”

Teenage Hormones by JSipes7798


It takes the right time, the right place and the right circumstance but Logan finally accomplishes his goal to fuck his beautiful Mom.Logan Mitchell is an athletic, 6’ 1” ruggedly handsome nineteen-year-old college freshman. His broad smile, blue eyes, and blond hair catch the eyes of both young and old females. He is aware of his good looks and mindful of the fact that his hormones are hitting on all cylinders. Describing him as a horny teenager is a gross understatement. It takes very little to trigger his erections, and every time his mother, Lucy, or his seventeen-year-old sister, Becky, come into the same room with him a significant bulge develops in his pants. He is just weeks away from his twentieth birthday and is ashamed to admit he is still a virgin. He finds that extremely embarrassing.

It’s Sunday morning, and the family is having breakfast together. Logan’s mother is wearing a terrycloth robe that comes down to mid-thigh. It is apparent to Logan she is not wearing a bra, by the way, her breast jiggle when she flips pancakes. Logan often wonders what else she has on under that short robe. Does she have on a sexy nightgown? Is she wearing lace panties or maybe going commando? He would really love to know. Logan’s Sister is wearing her usual sleeping attire, which is a long cotton t-shirt that comes down just far enough to easily cover her panties; that’s assuming she even wears panties to bed. He doesn’t know for sure. It is apparent she doesn’t have a bra on because her nipples rousingly poke at the thin cotton fabric. Logan squirms in his chair and tries to adjust his throbbing hard cock secretly. His actions don’t go unnoticed by his father, Jim.

After breakfast, Becky and her mother leave the kitchen to get dressed for their weekly shopping trip to the mall. Logan has to wait for his cock to deflate before attempting to stand. After a minute or two, he pushes his chair back and starts to rise but his father motions for him to remain seated.

Logan’s father clears his throat and then says, “Logan, we need to talk.”

“About what, Dad,” Logan innocently asks?

Logan’s father wastes little time getting directly to the point and sternly asks, “Logan, how long have you been thinking about fucking your Mom?”

Logan is astounded by his Dad’s blatant accusation and stutters and stammers before saying, “What are you talking about, Dad?”

“You know damn well what I am talking about, Logan. I was a teenager once, and I notice how you incessantly eyeball your Mother’s body. A wonderfully sexy body, I must admit. Anyway, I know exactly what’s going through your horny young mind. So, don’t try to bullshit me.”

Logan drops his head and stares at his hands which are nervously twitching and trembling. He knows he has been caught in the act and has no idea how to answer his Dad. Logan has always tried so hard not to be too obvious when lusting for his Mom, but his Mother’s breasts are like magnets drawing his eyes to them every time they bounce or jiggle under her clothes. He knew sooner or later either his Mom or his Dad would notice his ogling but chose to do it anyway. Now that he has been caught red-handed, he decides the only thing he can do is be truthful with his Dad and hope for the best.

“I am sorry, Dad, but I can’t help it,” he whines. “Mom is so beautiful, and her breasts are so inviting. I keep wondering if they look like the ones I see on the internet. I wonder if her areolae are large or small; dark or light. I envision her nipples being long because of the way they poke against her clothes. I shouldn’t admit it, but I sneak around trying to get a glimpse of them for real, but so far, I haven’t been successful.

“You’ve seen her almost naked breasts plenty of times when she wears her skimpy bikini. I would think that would be enough to satisfy your curiosity,” his Dad responds.

“Theoretically, that should be enough, but in reality, it only makes it worse. I end up with a hard-on and a strong desire to rip away Mom’s top and suck on her luscious nipples,” Logan timorously confesses.

“Wow…you ARE a horny little bastard,” Logan’s Dad says as he reaches over and understandingly pats Logan’s hand. “Just for your information, Son, her areolae are about the size of a quarter, and they are a pinkish brown.”

“Thanks for that info Dad, but that doesn’t satisfy my curiosity, in fact, it makes me want to see them that much more.”

“Well then…there’s only one thing we can do to remedy this situation. We need to arrange for you to get naked with your Mom and to give her the fucking you have apparently dreamed about.”

Logan does a double take because he can’t believe what he’s just heard from his customarily conservative Dad. He looks at his Dad and exclaims, “Are you fucking serious, Dad?”

“I am as serious as a heart attack, Son! It’s the only way you will ever get past gawking at her every time she comes into the room.”

“Wouldn’t it bother you if I fucked Mom? I mean won’t you be jealous? I know I would be jealous if she were my girlfriend and some other guy was hanging around her and putting his hands all over her body, and God knows what else.”

“Well, I do have a selfish motive for encouraging you to pursue your desires to have sex with your Mom.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you probably know that your Mom and I both have strong sexual appetites and neither of us can go more than a few days without sex.”

“I suspected as much because I hear the two of you several nights a week going at it like a couple deer rutting in the forest,” Logan laughs. “Which makes me wonder even more why in the hell you would be willing to share her with someone else.”

“I don’t want to share her with someone else; that’s my point.”

“I don’t understand, Dad.”

“I travel several weeks out of the month with my medical equipment sales job, and the travel may become even more frequent since my recent territory re-alignment.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“Your Mom’s sex drive is every bit as strong as mine, and I am a shame to admit that a few times I have become weak and succumbed to my desires and had sex with other women while traveling.”

“Oh shit! Does Mom know?”

“No! And you better not tell her. I need you to keep that a secret and I need for you to help me out on the home front.”

“Sure, Dad. I will do whatever you say, but I still don’t understand why you would want me to have sex with Mom.”

“Well…your Mom is only human, and when she needs sex, her desires become so strong that sooner or later, she will weaken like I have a few times. I am concerned that if I’m not there to satisfy her desires then sooner or later someone else will notice her yearning look that most women get when they really need to be fucked and they will take advantage of her weakness. I don’t want her hooking up with some stranger. I worry it might be with someone whom your Mom could form a lasting emotional attachment which could eventually lead to her possibly running away with that person.”

“Mom would never do that, Dad.”

“Well…it wouldn’t be the first time a woman did that because women tend to get more emotional about sex. Unlike men who can fuck just about anything and move on; women often become emotionally attached to a sex partner.”

“I don’t think Mom would do that to you.”

“Probably not but I don’t want to risk it. That’s why I want you to seduce your Mom and fill the need that I can’t fill while I am traveling on business.”

“Do you honestly think Mom would let me or anyone else fuck her?”

“Yes. If she’s properly seduced.”

“No, not Mom. I can’t see anyone seducing Mom but you. She not that kind of woman.”

“Son, any woman can be seduced by any man, or woman for that matter, if she has an unfulfilled need and the seduction is done properly.”

“You really, honestly believe my Mom can be seduced by someone other than yourself?”

“I do. If it is done properly.”

“Well…that’s the key phrase; if it is done properly,” Logan says. “I don’t have any idea how to seduce a woman; much less my own Mom properly.”

“That’s where I come in, Son. I am going to coach you through the essential steps to appropriately seduce your Mom. When I am through, you will have the skills necessary to seduce any woman.”

“Really, Dad? Any woman I want?”

“Wait a minute. I know what you are thinking. I’ve also observed the way you look at your little Sister, Becky. She is off limits because she is only a senior in high school, still under eighteen and not considered a consenting adult.”

“Well as long as we are being honest with each other, what about after she’s eighteen? Her birthday is only a few months away. Would you mind if I use those seduction skills to fuck Becky after she is eighteen?”

“After she is eighteen and beyond the age of consent, I won’t give you a hassle if you try your luck with your Sister, but I would prefer you wait until after I’ve had my shot at her first.”

Logan is totally shocked at his Dad’s response. “Daaaddd!” He draws out the word. “I’ve never even seen you looking at Becky that way. How long have you thought about fucking her?”

“Practically every day since she started developing those fine tits that poke through her t-shirt every morning.”

“I would’ve never guessed it because I’ve never seen you looking at her in that manner.”

“Well…I do observe her like that, but I don’t make it so obvious others would notice. There is a reason I don’t gawk, and that is lesson number one for you to learn. Stop ogling her and your Mom because it only makes them feel creepy, and it can be a real turn off for most women. You will never get to first base with any woman if you stare at her body like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat. An admiring casual glance is okay and is often taken as a compliment, but lustful staring is a no, no.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Logan replies.

“And remember, your Mom is not a slut, so don’t expect to talk her into your bed in a few short weeks. Seduction is all about paying attention to someone else’s needs and moving forward accordingly. If you truly want to seduce a woman, spend time getting to know her and her body language. Set an appropriate atmosphere for the seduction, and move slowly, very slowly before getting too physical.”

“What should I do first?”

“Well, you already hug her occasionally. I suggest instead of gawky; you hug her more often and maybe follow up the hug with a kiss on her neck. The neck and ears have many nerve endings and are generally not touched as often as they should be. Your Mom loves it when I kiss her neck where it intersects with her shoulder. Nibbling on her earlobe is a real turn on for her, but that’s not something you want to do right away. Let her gets used to the gentle kisses on the neck before you move to an advanced technique such as earlobe nibbling. Remember to go slow and see how she responds to different things.”

Becky and her Mom interrupt Jim and Logan’s strategy meeting when they drop by the kitchen before leaving for the mall. Logan takes that opportunity to go to his room and Googles “How to seduced a Woman.” He finds several articles and spends the next few hours studying the information. All of the essays recommend going slow, paying attention to body language, listen more than you talk and not revealing your ultimate intentions right away.

Around six o’clock, Logan goes downstairs and finds his Mom is back from the mall and is in the kitchen hovering over the stove. His Dad is sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. His Mom is wearing a light blue polo shirt and khaki shorts that hug the contours of her firm butt. She is as sexy as a sixteen-year-old in that outfit. Logan walks up behind his Mom and encircles her waist with his arms and gives her a gentle, loving squeeze. He is tempted to go higher and fondle her tits, but his better judgment tells him that would fall under the category of moving too fast.

“What are you cooking, Mom?”

“It’s your Dad’s favorite; beef stroganoff,” she cheerfully answers.

Logan rests his chin on his Mom’s shoulder and says, “It smells wonderful. So, do you, Mom.” He then gives her another gentle squeeze and a quick kiss on her neck. The effect is immediate. She blushes and goose-bumps spread across her arms. She says nothing but Logan’s Dad winks at him and gives him the thumbs up.

Logan turns away and buries his head in the fridge looking for something cold to drink. His Mom glances around to make sure no one is watching and tugs at her wet panties that are beginning to stick to her moist vagina. She feels a moment of guilt because her son’s doting attention had had that effect on her. She blushes again and squeezes her thighs together.

Becky enters the kitchen and opens one of the overhead cabinets. She rises on her tip-toes to retrieve dinner plates from above. She is barefoot and wearing ultra-tight cut-off denim shorts that look like they are painted on her cute little butt. 

Logan and his Dad both dwell a long moment on her tight round ass. After a few seconds of gaping Logan clears his throat and smiles at his Dad who is still studying her sexy little butt. Logan’s Dad gives an approving nod, and a wink then returned to his newspaper.

After dinner, Becky and her Mom clean the kitchen and then join the guys in the family room to watch TV. Jim has settled in his comfortable chair, and Logan is sitting on the sofa. Logan moves to the middle of the sofa to allow Becky to sit in her usual place to his left and his Mom to his right. There are about twenty minutes left to the western Logan, and his Dad is watching. As soon as the final credits begin to roll, Becky grabs the remote and finds a romantic “chick-flick” movie for them to watch. Logan and his Dad both grumble but agree it is only fair for the girls to pick the movie since they had endured part of the western.

A few minutes into the movie, Becky loops her right arm through Logan’s left arm and cuddles against him with her head on his shoulder. It’s her favorite position while watching a movie with the family. Everything is fine until Logan becomes aware Becky’s right breast is pressing against his arm. He prays that the stirring in his gym shorts doesn’t grow into a full-fledged boner. After a while, his cock settles into a semi-hard bulge. He decides that it’s a good thing because one of the articles he read suggests women can get turned on when a man gets an erection in their presence. Especially if they think they caused the erection.

There is a hot love scene taking place on the TV and Logan notices his Mom’s breathing is more substantial than usual. He uses his peripheral vision to watch her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her polo shirt and become very apparent. One of the internet articles he read implied casual touching promoted erotic thoughts when a woman is in an apparent state of arousal. He is convinced her heavy breathing and erect nipples is ample proof that she is in a state of arousal. Logan cunningly places his right hand on his Mom’s left thigh just above her knee. She immediately puts her hand on his hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, and holds it in place. Logan feels his cock twitch and his bulge growing.

Moments later, he feels a rush of confidence and tries to move his hand a bit further up his Mom’s thigh, but she holds his hand firmly in place. She never takes her eyes off the TV screen and doesn’t give any indication she thinks Logan’s hand is out of place on her thigh. Logan’s cock is uncomfortably hard and needs to be adjusted, but his Mom continues to hold his hand firmly in place on her thigh.

There is a commercial break in the movie, and Becky pauses the movie to see if anyone needs a break. Logan rushes to the downstairs bathroom to relieve the pressure building in his balls. When Logan returns to the family room some ten or fifteen minutes later, Becky and his Mom have changed into their sleeping attire and are back on the sofa. Becky is wearing her usual long cotton t-shirt and probably a pair of cotton panties. His Mom has on her white thigh length terrycloth robe. Logan squeezes between the two women then Becky resumes the movie and returns to her cuddle position next to Logan. She naively presses her braless tit against his arm and repositions her head on his shoulder. Logan takes immediate notice of her breast against his arm and wonders if she did it innocently or to tease him. His hormones have him so confused he can’t separate fact from fantasy.

Mom takes a similar position as Becky on Logan’s right and lays her head on his shoulder. Her braless left breast is resting against Logan’s right arm. He can feel himself getting hard again. He makes a quick adjustment then casually places his hand on his Mom’s thigh. This time she appears as though she doesn’t notice the placement of his hand and concentrates on the movie. After what he thinks is a reasonable pause, he furtively advances his hand up her thigh a couple of inches. She doesn’t react at all to his slight encroachment. Logan’s heart is beating so loud he is afraid everyone in the room can hear. He inches his hand a bit further. She emits a low, almost inaudible moan and snuggles closer to Logan.

“Oh my God, she is going to let me work my hand all the way up to her pussy,” Logan thinks to himself. The exhilaration he experiences at that moment is almost overwhelming. He feels like he is not going to be able to take his next breath. He becomes light-headed and feels as if he may pass out.

Logan glances around the room and everyone, including his Mom, appear to be glued to a love scene taking place on the TV screen. He makes a bold decision and moves his hand the final few inches and touches her wet panties with the side of his hand. She stiffens as she gasps and quickly places her hand on his hand, holding it firmly against her wet vagina. She pauses a few seconds that seem more like minutes. He is almost sure she is going to leave his hand resting against her panty covered pussy, but then she moves his hand to own his lap. She lovingly pats the back of his hand and gives him a quick peck on the cheek and goes back to watching the movie as if nothing had happened.

Logan is drowning in his embarrassment, and as soon as the movie ends, he retreats without explanation to his room and strips naked for bed. He crawls under the sheets and holds his right hand to his nose. He can smell his Mom’s wetness on his hand. It only takes a few strokes on his swollen cock to gain relief. He cleans up the mess and then dozes off into a restful slumber. 

Logan awakens to the smell of bacon cooking. He is hungry but decides to lay in bed a bit longer and savor the fact that he had actually touched his Mom’s vagina. It was covered by her panties, but none the less he did get to touch her in her most private place. He wonders if she is mad at him and also wonders how he is going to face her at breakfast. He’s just before masturbating again when there is a knock on his door.

“Come in.”

His Dad pokes his head in and says, “I was just getting ready to leave on a sales trip to Nashville, but I want to have a quick word with you before I leave.”

“Sure, Dad, what’s on your mind?”

Jim sits on the edge of the bed and says, “I watched you out of the corner of my eye last night as you cunningly worked your hand up your Mom’s thigh and judging by the expression on her face, I believe you successfully made contact with your intended goal.”

“Oh shit, Dad. Was I that obvious?”

“No, not at all. It was so skillfully done I don’t believe anyone else in the room was aware of what was happening. I’m proud of you and feel more than confident you can keep your Mom’s mind off of other men who may try to take advantage of her horny moments while I am away.”

“Thanks, Dad, I’ll try not to let you down. By the way, how long are you going to be gone?”

“I know what you are concerned about, Son. Your 20th birthday is in a couple of weeks, but I will be back in time to celebrate it in grand style.” 

“Thanks, Dad, I’m looking forward to the party we are going to have.”

Jim leaves for his two-week sales trip to Nashville, and Logan reluctantly ventures downstairs to face his Mom. He doesn’t know for sure what kind of mood she may be in since his brazen move the previous night. Mom has her back to the kitchen table when Logan enters the room and is cooking scrambled eggs. He doesn’t know what to expect from her and is hesitant to approach her with his usual hug. Instead, he takes a seat at the table next to Becky and says over his shoulder, “Good morning, Mom.”

“What? Are you too lazy to give your Mom a hug,” she says over her shoulder as she continues preparing breakfast?”

Logan rises from his chair and moves guardedly toward his Mom. He has an enormous morning woody and is careful not to let it poke her in the butt as he caresses her around her waist and plants a kiss on her neck.

“Now that’s more like it,” she replies. “I was beginning to think you were mad at me.”

When Logan returns to the table, Becky locks her eyes on the tent in his boxer shorts and squawks, “My God, Logan. That movie last night must’ve caused you to have a really hot dream.”

“Shut the fuck up, Becky,” he growls.

Mom doesn’t even have to turn around and look to know Becky is talking about. It’s like she has eyes in the back of her head. Still facing away from the table, she says, “Leave your brother alone, Becky. It’s perfectly normal for a teenage boy his age to have an erection first thing in the morning.”

“Geez, Mom! Can’t a guy have a little privacy around here,” Logan embarrassingly groans?


Logan is pulled away from his favorite porn site by the sound of laughter and giggling coming from the swimming pool in the backyard. He looks down from his bedroom window and sees his Mom and Sister playfully splashing around in the swimming pool. His Mom is wearing a bright yellow bikini that barely covers her essential parts. Becky is wearing an identical style bikini that is light blue with white polka dots. It’s difficult to tell the two women apart because of their similar builds. Both are approximately 5′ 8″, 120+ pounds, and long blond hair worn in high ponytails. When they chase each other, their 36C breasts bounce and jiggle to the point of almost escaping their bikini tops. Logan slowly strokes his seven inches, which are protruding through the slit in his boxers and envisions his Mom on her knee, taking his cock down her throat. He almost orgasms at the thought.

Lucy sees her son watching from his bedroom window and motions for him to come down and join them. By the time Logan joins them, both girls are lying face down on their sun lounges soaking up the rays. Becky unhooks her bikini top and allows it to fall away from her back. She holds up the sunscreen and says, “Logan, will you rub lotion on my back, please?”

Logan kneels between the two sun lounges and smears a generous amount of sunscreen on Becky’s back and legs. He is cautious to keep the promise made to his Dad and does not touch any areas that would likely be considered inappropriate.

When he stands up, his Mom looks over her shoulder, unhooks her bikini top and says, “Be a sweetheart, honey and put some sunscreen on your Mom’s back.”

Logan eagerly sits on the edge of her sun lounger and squirts lotion in his hands. He takes his time and studies the best place to begin. He starts at her shoulders and neck, then moves to her sides and guardedly caresses the bulge of her breasts. She rises off the lounger just enough for him to encompass more of her breasts but not enough for him to reach her taut nipples. He makes a couple unsuccessful attempts to reach her nipples then gives up and returns to her lower back. After thoroughly covering her back, he cautiously slips his right hand under her bikini bottom and caresses first one cheek then the other. His Mom doesn’t object until he slides a finger between her crack and presses on her anal opening; so much for moving slow. She slaps his hand away and says, “Logan, honey, behave yourself!”

“Sorry, Mom. I got carried away.”

“Don’t forget my legs and feet, Honey.”

Logan starts with her right leg and massages sunscreen into her calf muscle and then moves to her right foot. He covers her foot, top, and bottom before working his way back up her leg to her thigh. He covers the back of her thigh, then the outer part of her thigh before cautiously moving to the fleshy part of her inner thigh. She spreads her legs wider, giving him ample space to work in that area. Logan takes that as tacit approval to explore and brushes the back of his hand against her bikini covered vagina.

His Mom flinches and gasps, “Be careful where you place your hands, Honey.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

Logan moves to her left leg and repeats the process. He takes his time and lovingly massages her left foot, her calf and then on to her left thigh. His cock is so hard it is painful. His Mom coos and mewls each time he moves close to her vagina. She is giving mixed signals to her son. Lucy raises her butt slightly up into the air as if to ask him to touch it. He takes a couple of cautious moves and lets the back of his hand drag across the area where her anus and vagina meet. She shudders a bit but doesn’t say anything, so Logan does it a couple of more times and still no objection. He gets braver and moves his hand to her Venus mound and cups it lightly with his palm and waits for her reaction. Lucy does nothing until he presses his middle finger against her clit. She takes a deep breath and stiffens. Seconds tick off, but they seem like minutes. He can feel her obviously pressing her vagina against the palm of his hand. She suddenly bolts upright, covers her breasts with a towel, and says, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Logan watches as his Mom rushes through the patio door and disappears into the house. The tent in his bathing suit leaves no doubt that he has a throbbing erection. Becky studies his prominent bulge a minute, then raises up on her elbows and says, “I’m going to tell Daddy.”

Logan directs his attention to his younger Sister, whose breasts are blatantly dangling with hard nipples for him to see. Time stands still for a moment like he is in a trance. Without taking his eyes off her tits, he asks, “What the hell are you going to tell Daddy?”

“That you were feeling Mom up and rubbing her pussy through her bikini bottom.”

“Fuck you, Becky,” Logan says as he storms toward the house.

Becky likes that her big brother’s eyes had been glued to her naked tits. She feels a stirring in her groin that sends chills throughout her whole body. She feels a need to rush to her bedroom and take care of the itch that is causing her entire body to tingle.

Logan’s Mom fingers herself through three magnificent orgasms before sliding down the tile wall of the shower. She sits there, letting the water cascade over her body as she admonishes herself for having such lewd thoughts about her teenage son. She knows what he wants from her and chides herself for wanting to give in to his lustful pursuit.


Two days before Logan’s birthday, his cell phone rings. It’s his Dad. Logan expects its lousy news because his Dad never calls him while traveling on business. Logan reluctantly hits the answer button and says, “Good morning Dad. What’s this unexpected call about? I hope it’s not bad news.”

“I just wanted to call with an early Happy Birthday wish.”

“Does that mean you are not going to make it back home in time to be with me on my birthday day?”

Jim hesitates a moment then says, “Well you are partially right, Logan. I won’t make it home in time for your birthday day, but I am making arrangements for you and your Mom and Becky to come to Nashville where the four of us will celebrate your 20th birthday in grand style.”

Logan pauses a moment then skeptically says, “Okay, I’m listening. What’s the plan?”

“I’ll check with the hotel to see if I can get a couple of rooms for you and your sister, and your Mom will room with me. I thought the whole family would enjoy a day at ‘Opryland’ followed by a big Birthday Day dinner at an expensive restaurant.”

“Wow…that sounds great, Dad. Have you told Mom yet?”

“No. I wanted to run it by you first and make sure you wanted that kind of celebration.”

“Well, I’ll hang up now and let you call her on the house phone and get everything set up.”

Logan gives his Mom and Dad about fifteen minutes to complete their phone conversation and then heads downstairs. He finds his Mom with her back to the door, wiping down the breakfast table. She is still wearing her terrycloth robe. Logan tiptoes behind her, put his arms around her waist, and gives her a big hug. She stands up straight and affectionately leans back into his arms. He presses his morning woody against her butt and moves his right hand up to her left breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. She quickly wiggles free of his grasp and turns to face him. He is baffled by the shock on her face.

“Logan Honey, I know what you are trying to do, and I can tell you right now that’s not going to happen.”

Logan has a bewildered expression on his face and takes a step forward to embrace his Mom, but she puts her hand on his chest and holds him at bay. 

“It’s perfectly normal for a young teenage boy your age to fantasize about having sex with his Mom, but I can assure you it is ONLY a fantasy and will not happen.”

“But Mom….” He wants to tell her that his Dad approves, but his better judgment tells him that would not be wise. 

“No buts, Honey. It’s a fact of life, and you are not the only teenage boy to feel a sexual attraction to his Mom”, she calmly explains. “I am truly, truly flattered that you are attracted to me in that manner but feel I may have misled you by allowing you to touch me without objecting. When your hands strayed the other day while applying sunscreen to my body, I should have put a stop to it right then, but I didn’t. It was wrong of me, and I am sorry, but Moms aren’t allowed to do things like that with their Sons. It’s called incest, and it is against the law.”

Logan steps back, exasperatingly points at his hard cock which is fighting to spring free from his boxer shorts and pleadingly asks, “And just what am I supposed to do with this, Mom?”

Lucy can genuinely feel her Son’s pain because, at that moment, she too wants to retreat to the nearest bedroom with her son and fuck like a couple rabbits. She is highly aroused and sexually frustrated by everything that has taken place over the past week and feels she needs to cum just as badly as he does.

“There is nothing wrong with masturbating until you get relief,” she sweetly smiles. “Now would you like to go to the bathroom and take care of that problem while I prepare you a nice breakfast?”

Logan reaches out, pulls her into his arms and plants a kiss on her lips. Her mouth is open because of her shock and Logan shoves his in her mouth and begins to explore. She struggles for a moment then relaxes, puts her hand behind his head, pulls him closer, and returns his kiss. Their tongues dance and wrestle like two young lovers. Logan presses his hard cock to her belly, and she pushes back with equal force. Logan then takes her right hand and places it on his cock. She squeezes it through his boxers and gently strokes it up and down.

Then as though someone had flipped a switch, she breaks free of his embrace and hurriedly retreats to her bedroom. Logan pours himself a cup of coffee and sits down at the table. He slowly sips his coffee and congratulates himself on his progress. Thirty minutes later, Logan hears the front door open and close. He walks into the front room in time to see his Mom drive away in the family car. He turns to find Becky standing behind him.

“I’m going to tell Daddy.”

Logan lets out a dismal grunt and storms out of the room. He spends the rest of the day in his room surfing porno sites and napping. Around five thirty, Logan smells terrific aromas coming from the kitchen. He pulls on a pair of gym shorts and ventures down to see what’s cooking. Becky is setting the table, and his Mom is preparing dinner. His Mom smiles and says, “I cooked your favorite; spaghetti and meatballs.”

It’s as if the kiss he and his Mom shared never happened. The usual family banter around the dinner table is nothing out of the ordinary. Logan begins to think he dreamed it all.

“Becky and I are going to the Mall tomorrow to buy some things for our trip to Nashville. Do you want to come along, Honey?”

Logan doesn’t answer. He looks first at his Mom and then to Becky. He wonders how they can act as if the incident never happened.

“Can I take that as a yes, Honey?”

Logan nods his head, yes.


The drive to Nashville takes approximately four hours. Logan and his Mom take turns driving while Becky sits in the back seat reading her Glamour Magazine and Teen VOGUE. They arrive at the hotel around dinner time and find Dad waiting for them in the lobby. After a round of hugs and kisses, Dad instructs a bellhop the take their luggage to the rooms, then he hustles everyone into the dining room for dinner.

Jim and Lucy have wine with their dinner; Logan and Becky settle for ice tea but prefer wine. The conversation around the table is lively with everyone excited about the pending day at ‘Opryland.’ After dinner, Becky and her Mom enjoy a chocolate dessert while Logan and his Dad go to the concierge desk to get confirmation and tickets for the next day’s activities. Jim uses that occasion to talk to Logan about his seduction progress with his Mom and their hotel accommodations.

He pulls his Son to one side and asks, “How is the seduction of your Mom going?”

“Not as well as we had hoped,” Logan groans. “The other morning after your call, she told me outright that she knew what I was trying to do and said it was not going to happen.”

“Tell me exactly what happened.”

“Well…about fifteen minutes after your phone conversation with her the other morning, I headed downstairs and found Mom with her back to the door wiping down the breakfast table. She was still wearing her robe. I tiptoed behind her, put my arms around her waist, and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the neck. She stood upright and leaned back into my arms as if we were lovers. I assumed by that reaction she was amenable to more taking place. So, I took that as an approval to do more and pressed my morning woody against her butt and moved my right hand up to her left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. And then without warning, everything changed. She quickly wiggled free of my grasp and turned to face me. She had this shocked expression on her face and acted as if I had just committed a cardinal sin or something. Then she firmly said, “I know what you are trying to do, Honey and I can tell you right now with certainty that it’s not going happen. Moms are not allowed to have sex with their Son.”

“What did you say?”

“I tried to talk to her, but she told me to go masturbate and get rid of my erection while she prepared my breakfast.”

“Okay…don’t let a little setback like that prevent you from continuing with our plan”, his Dad says as he slaps him on the back. “She knows what you want, and I am betting she wants the same thing.”

“She didn’t act like someone who wanted the same thing.”

“I know, but she didn’t outright say NO or STOP. When a woman says NO or STOP, it’s over and you back away. However, if she says something like, “We shouldn’t do this, or this is not right, or I’m your Mother, we can’t.” Or words to that effect she is not telling you to stop. She is more or less saying she wants the same thing but feels she should be on record as objecting.”

“So, how do I proceed from here, Dad?”

“I’ll just have to get her so horny on this trip that she will be begging you to fuck her.”

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“Well, it’s been almost two weeks since we last had sex and I’m willing to bet she is just about ready to fuck my brains out. Now all I need to do is find a way to avoid having sex with her for the next two night and send her back home feeling hornier than when she got here. However, I have to be careful not to leave the impression I am getting sex elsewhere. That could lead to an even bigger problem.”

“Or it could get her aroused enough she will be even more conducive to my sexual overtures,” Logan counters.

“I don’t know. I think I need to give this a little more thought. I can probably avoid sex with your Mom tonight by drinking more wine and pretend to fall asleep while she is in the shower”, Jim grins, “but I will need to come up with something else tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night you can pretend to be too tire for sex after our long day at ‘Opryland,'” Logan suggests.

“That might work, but I still need to give it more thought. I’m thinking I may need to lick your Mom’s pussy to tomorrow night until she is ready to cum and then pretend to fall asleep before her orgasm happens. That will have her so horny you could probably fuck her in the hotel lobby. You all will leave for home early the next morning and hopefully she will ready to accept any sexual overture you make. I will follow a day or two later after I make my last sales call and will expect to hear about your success.”

“I hope you don’t make her so horny she can’t help me with the drive home,” Logan laughs.

“She may become a bit fidgety, but she should be able to drive home. My concern is that my first night at home, she will be crawling all over me if you haven’t been successful. If that’s the case, I may not be able to resist.”

“Where does that leave me if you give in to her?”

“I don’t think I will give in because I intend to have sex again with that hot little nurse, I told you about. If you haven’t successfully seduced your Mom by the time, I get home, then I intend to bring your Mom to the point of orgasm several times before pretending to fall asleep once again. That should do it. She will be so frustrated she won’t be able to sleep and will go downstairs to use her vibrator. That’s when you happen upon the scene and give her the relief she will so dearly need.”

“What if she still resists my advances?”

“At that point, I don’t think she will resist, but if she does just be firm with her and proceed as long as she doesn’t give you an emphatic NO. She will more than likely want to have sex so badly nothing will stand in the way of you reaching your goal, but she may still want it to appear like the decision was taken out of her hands. That way, she won’t feel as guilty.”

“Dad, how did you get to be so wise about sex?”

“It took years of observation and lots of trial and error,” his Dad brags.

“Oh, by the way, I fail to mention that I kissed Mom on the lips and she returned my kiss with a passionate kiss that I felt deep in my balls,” Logan grins.

“Shit, Logan! If she kissed you back, then you’re golden. It’s just a matter of time before the two of you are in bed together. Just be patient and keep doing what you have been doing.”

Jim pats his Son on the back, and Logan’s smile broadens across his face.

“Which brings me to another matter,” Jim adds. “I was only able to book one additional room because a convention has this hotel fully booked. I am going to rely on you to keep your promise not to try and take advantage of your Sister.”

“Only one room?” Logan is astounded. “Dad, are you telling me that Becky and I will have to share a hotel room together? That’s asking a hell of a lot of me, and I am not too sure Becky will agree to give up her privacy”, Logan groans. “Surely there are some other arrangements that can be made.”

“The only other thing we can do is book you a room at another hotel, and I am not so sure your Mom will go along with that arrangement. And another thing I haven’t mentioned is that not only will you and Becky be sharing a room, but you will also be sharing the same bed because they only had a King Room with one king-size bed.”

“Daaaddd, I’m as horny as a dog with two dicks, and now you want me to sleep in the same bed with my sexy Sister who you and I both admitted we want to fuck. I won’t even be able to get enough privacy to jack-off. What the hell am I going to do with my erections? I’m more than sure that I will have a perpetual erection the whole time.”

“Just bottle all that sexual energy and save it for your Mom. With both of you being equally deprived of sexual relief for the next few nights, it will motivate the two of you to find relief with each other.”

Everyone is surprised when Becky doesn’t create a fuss when she learns that she and her brother will be sharing a room. She doesn’t even blink an eye when it is also revealed they will be sharing the same bed. In fact, she seems to be a bit excited. Jim gives Logan a stern look that silently reminds him of his promise not to take advantage of his little Sister.

Becky takes her shower first and emerges from the bathroom wearing her usual sleeping attire; a long cotton t-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh, no bra and maybe or maybe not a pair of panties. Logan has no way of knowing for sure. Logan takes his time with his hot shower and ardently strokes his cock through three orgasms while thinking about eating his Mom’s pussy and fucking her into unconsciousness. He wants to be sure there are no sexual urges left in him when he crawls into bed with his Sister. He has every intention of keeping his promise to his Dad and not show the least bit of lust toward his Sister.

When Logan comes out of the bathroom, he is wearing his usual sleeping attire; boxer shorts and no shirt. Becky is in the middle of the bed with her back against the headboard watching a romance movie. Logan joins her on the bed and leans his back against the headboard. She immediately assumes her usual cuddle position alongside him. She links her arm around his arm and lays her head on his shoulder. Everything is fine until Logan feels his cock getting hard. The three orgasms apparently weren’t enough to suppress his desires for his Sister. He glances at Becky to see if she has noticed his growing bulge. Her eyes are locked on a love scene taking place on the TV screen. Logan stealthy positions a pillow over his increasing hardness.

“Did I cause that, or maybe you’re still thinking about fucking Mom?” Becky casually asks while keeping her eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Becky, give it a rest. I’ve told you a dozen times I am not trying to have sex with our Mom.”

“Yeah…if you say so.”

“Well, I do say so…so drop it and enjoy your movie.”

They go back to watching TV, but there is tension in the room. They both become fidgety. Logan is aware of Becky glancing every few minutes at the pillow covering his lap, and it is making his cock that much harder. Becky breaks the strained silence when she says, “Can I feel it?”

“Can you feel what?”

“That hard cock you are trying to hide under the pillow.”

“Damn it, Becky. No, you cannot touch my cock. You are my Sister, and that would be incest”, he snaps. “And no, I am not trying to fuck our Mom because that too would be incest!” 

“Then why are you always putting your hands all over her body all the time?”

“I give her a hug every once in a while, and an occasional kiss on the neck to show her I love her and appreciate her.”

“You also squeeze her tits and rub your hard cock against her butt.”

“I do not! For God’s sake, Becky, get control of your dirty mind.”

There is another long silent pause, then Becky asks, “Do you love me?” 

“Of course, I do. You’re my little Sister.”

“Do you appreciate me?”

“Absolutely! You’re my little Sister.”

There is another long pause, and then Becky asks, “Why don’t you hug me and squeeze my tits every once in a while?”

Logan loses his patience and growls, “I don’t want to discuss this nonsense anymore, Becky. Turn off the fucking TV and let’s go to sleep.” He turns away and covers himself with the top sheet. “And from his moment on, I don’t want to hear another word about Mom and me and what you may or may not be thinking is going on between us.”

Becky turns the TV and the lights off then turn away from her brother. She covers herself with the top sheet and says, “Good night, Logan. I love you.”

Logan only grunts then falls asleep. Becky waits until she is sure he is sound asleep and then fingers herself to a fantastic orgasm.

The day at ‘Opryland’ is enjoyable but tiring for all. The birthday dinner is a huge success, and everyone returns to the hotel totally exhausted. There is no need for Jim to fake falling to sleep. Lucy is asleep before he finishes his shower and comes to bed. Becky and Logan both fall into a deep slumber as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

The trip home from Nashville is uneventful. Their first night home everyone is tired and fall into their usual routines. Logan joins his Mom and his Sister in the family room to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie, the phone rings. It’s Dad and Lucy takes the call in the kitchen. When she returns, her eyes are red, and it is apparent, she has been crying.

“What’s wrong Mom,” Becky asks?

“That was your Dad. He has to go to Louisville on business and won’t be home for another week,” she sobs.

Becky and Logan give their Mom a group hug and console her. After a few minutes of solace, Lucy excuses herself and retires for the evening. Logan and Becky finish watching their movie and then both go to bed. Logan tosses and turns for over an hour. He knows his Mom is hurting but doesn’t know if he should go to her bedroom to further console her. He feels it will be an excellent opportunity to move forward with his planned seduction. The decision is taken out of his hands when he hears his Mom’s bedroom door open, and she tip-toes downstairs. Logan waits five minutes then follows her down.

Logan finds his Mom sitting on the sofa in the dark family room. A night light casts a shadow across the room, and Logan can see her chest rise and fall as she quietly sobs. Logan joins her on the sofa, takes her into his strong arms, and asks, “What’s wrong, Mom?”

“I think your Dad may be seeing someone else,” she sobs into his chest.

“Why do you think that Mom?”

“Because he hardly touched me when we were I Nashville.”

“That doesn’t mean he is seeing someone else.”

“Yes, it does,” she insists. “Normally, he can’t keep his hands off me, but in Nashville, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid having sex with me.”

Logan holds her tightly to his chest and tenderly rubs his hand up and down her back. Her heart is obviously aching, and Logan is tempted to confess the plan he and his Dad had concocted. After giving it a bit more thought, he determines that may make matters even worse. They both rest their chin on each other’s shoulder. Logan kisses her tenderly on the neck then follows his Dad’s suggestion and moves up to nibble on her earlobe. He feels a shiver pass through her, and she pulls him closer.

Logan removes his chin from her shoulder and places his index finger under her chin, tilting her head up where he can gaze into her eyes. Mom’s eyes are wet with tears and red from the crying. Logan thinks he reads all the signals that she wants to be kissed. He decides to test his intuition and leans forward. She closes her eyes, parts her lips, and accepts his kiss. Soon their tongues are fighting for position. Lucy sucks his tongue deep into her mouth, and Logan’s hand intuitively slides inside her robe. She has nothing on under the robe, and he caresses her warm breast while tweaking her nipple.

Lucy lets the robe slide off her shoulders and lays back on the sofa, pulling Logan with her. His porn site training kicks in and he sucks first one hard nipple into his mouth and then switches to her other nipple. She places her hand on his head and pushes him down, guiding him to where she needs him the most. He can smell her arousal as he descends toward her Venus mound. He is pleased by the site of her well-manicured, yet very hairy pussy. She has luscious full pussy lips and a large clit that begs for him to suck it.

Logan removes his boxers, moves further down the sofa, placing his face between her thighs. He spreads the lips of her vagina and blows gently on her opening. He had seen that on a porn site and was eager to try it on his Mom. Just like on the porn site, her clit pushes out from under its protective hood. He begins kissing her inner thighs, listening to her moans and mewls as he switches from one thigh to the other. He moves back to her pussy where he runs his tongue over her wet lips. His Mom lets out a deep guttural groan, and then he feels her hands on his head again; guiding him to all the places, she needs attention. He begins licking her hot labia, listening to her moans of pleasure as he continues running his tongue up and down her pussy. He parts her folds and lets her juices flow down onto his tongue. He finds himself vigorously tongue fucking his Mom as she begins gyrating on the sofa and pulling his hair with her fingers. He is so glad he had watched those porn sites. He wants his Mom to think of him as a worthy sex partner; not just her horny teenage Son.

Logan works his tongue deep into her pussy as she thrusts her hips upward before he moves up and takes her clit into his mouth. As he begins sucking her clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into her pussy, finding just how tight it is. That’s another little trick he learned on the porn site. He begins to alternate between licking and sucking her clit, as she becomes more and more impassioned. It isn’t long before she is thrusting her pussy hard against his face as the first of many orgasms wash over her. 

Next, his Mom pulls him up, kissing him and licking her cum from his face. He doesn’t ask for her approval and slips his seven-inch cock into her pussy as she gasps and wraps her legs tightly around his waist. After his first few thrusts, she places her heels under his ass cheeks and tells him to fuck her good and hard. He begins to feel sorry for his Mom because she is one hell of a hot woman and doesn’t always have a man around to make love to her the way she deserved; when she needs it. He starts thrusting his seven-inch cock deep into her pussy as she grunts and takes it all.

He can feel the lust and genuine enthusiasm coming from her as he fucks her in the manner he’d always dreamed of. Every once in a while, she stiffens and uses her heels to pull him deeper into her. She shudders and shakes for a moment and then relaxes. It concerns him, and he asks her if he is hurting her, but she assures him that he is not. She tells him that was her having an orgasm. He asks her to warn him before each orgasm, so he will know what is coming.

The way her pussy keeps tightening, gripping his cock, and the enthusiasm of her thrusts is absolutely incredible. He mentions how great her pussy feels squeezing his cock, and she whispers that it is her pussy’s way of thanking him for fucking it so well. Over the next twenty minutes, he hammers his cock into his Mom’s pussy, fucking her in every position she suggests. Some of the positions she suggests he hadn’t even seen on the porn site, but he enjoyed them just the same.

She orgasms at least two more times before he finally reaches his point of no return. However, he can feel his balls tighten, and tingle as his orgasm finally begins to bubble up. He fights like hell to stop his explosion for his Mom to have one more orgasm, but it isn’t necessary to delay it because she starts cumming at the same time as he does. She screams as his hot sperm bursts into her spasming pussy.

“Oh my God, Logan, Honey! I’m cumminnnggg! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!”

Logan is afraid she will wake up Becky with her screams as he fills her sucking, clenching pussy with all he has in him. He tries to muffle her cries by shoving his tongue in her mouth as her scrunching pussy sucks the final drops from his balls. When they finally come down from their orgasmic high, his Mom can’t thank him enough for making love to her. He assures her that he will always be there any time she has a sexual need that requires his attention.

“Thank you so much, Sweetie, you have no idea how much that means to me,” his Mom breathlessly whispers.

They spoon quietly on the sofa while Logan holds his semi-flaccid cock against her rear-end and gently strokes one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“I have to admit I look forward to doing this with you many more times,” his Mom confides. “However, it’s critical we never let your Dad or your Sister know we did this.”

“Your secret is safe with me, Mom.” he solemnly promises.

Becky sits quietly on the dark stairway with her fingers buried deep in her pussy while she plots a way to get her big brother into her bed.

Behind the Church Shed by Squirrelboy


This is a rewrite of an older story of mine by the same name. The ending has been substantially altered. Please let me know how you like it and why; comments are always appreciated. As I’m a male writing from a female’s point of view I’m especially interested in hearing how women feel about the story.It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Matt, who would be at work until at least sundown. The window looked out toward a large field and the parking lot of the local church.

When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to skateboard in the parking lot. She and her husband taught Sunday School to a few of them every week. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed most about teaching was the attention the boys in class showed her. At 27, she wasn’t THAT much older than them, after all, and their raging hormones couldn’t help but admire her.

Melinda was short, had dark, shoulder length hair, and a bust just full enough to contribute to an hourglass figure. She’d never wear anything more revealing than a knee length skirt at church, but that didn’t stop the boys from staring. Once, she and her husband had hosted a pizza party for the kids they taught and she’d decided to have a little bit of extra fun by wearing the tiniest pair of sweat shorts she owned. She thought that her husband would object, but he didn’t even seem to notice… unlike the boys. There were a lot of wide eyes that night.

As the boy out the window walked down the church parking lot, she realized that she knew him. His name was Brian, and he was one of the least popular kids in the congregation; a total geek, with glasses and a very thin build. Melinda had always felt a little bad for him and tended to go out of her way to make him feel important and cared for, since he seemed to not have many friends. Unlike the boy’s peers, Melinda saw that, behind his shyness and slightly nerdy bearing, Brian was actually quite attractive. And once you opened him up, he’d talk to you as freely as anyone else.

She wondered what Brian was doing at the church on a Saturday, all alone. He certainly wasn’t one to play basketball or go skateboarding. And why did he look so nervous? He kept looking around as if to reassure himself that no one was watching. Eventually, he reached the back lawn and made his way to a shed in which the church housed lawn equipment and other random items. He began to scope out the area. Shrugging, Melinda concentrated on her dishes once more, glancing toward Brian every couple of seconds, intrigued.

He took one last furtive glance around and started unbuckling his belt.

Blinking, Melinda put down a glass and reached for a towel. The church doors must be locked, and the poor kid needed a place to use the bathroom. She walked around to the French doors that led to the balcony and walked out, still drying her hands. Her mouth was opening to shout that he could use her bathroom, but the words froze in her mouth. Brian stood behind the shed, completely unaware that she was watching him, pants around his knees. His tidy whiteys were bright in the cloudy light.

And they had a very noticeable bulge in them.

Putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, Melinda decided to let this play out. Besides, she reasoned, cluing him in on her presence would probably make him more embarrassed than peeing his pants. As reasonable as this was, she couldn’t come up with a good justification as to why she was still watching, but she didn’t leave.

Hand still pressed to her lips, Melinda watched as Brian slowly pulled down his underwear, his penis springing free. Her eyebrows rose; the kid had a stiff boner. She’d seen her husband try to pee with one of those once and had asked him about it. It was evidently not much fun.

Feeling a bit guilty now, Melinda couldn’t help but compare Brian’s penis to Matt’s. Her husband’s dick was much fuller than this kid’s, and probably a little longer, but the teen in front of her must have been extremely horny, because she’d never seen a dick so hard. It gave her a perfect view of his balls beneath, lightly covered in hair.

For a while, Brian just stood there, as if letting his genitals soak in the autumnal air. Tentatively, the boy wrapped a hand around his shaft and started to stroke up and down.

Eyes bulging out of her head, Melinda realized that Brian wasn’t there to pee. He was there to jack off.

She watched, entranced, as his pumping became more pronounced. Both of them had their mouths open the slightest amount.

“That horny little bastard,” she whispered, giggling a little again and blinking several times in succession. Almost as if he could hear her words, Brian looked around. Melinda took a step back and almost went inside, but the kid still didn’t see her. Turning away from her, he bent over and shoved his pants all the way down to his ankles, giving her a perfect view of his butt, balls dangling between his legs. It was a nice rear end, if thin, and she felt herself biting her lip.

“I really shouldn’t be watching this,” Melinda said to herself, but she didn’t take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. No sane, straight woman would have the willpower to look away from THIS. Brian dropped down and laid in the grass, belly first, and started humping the ground, butt in the air. If Melinda hadn’t been so hypnotized by it all, she would have been slightly disgusted, but as things stood, she found the scene… well… “cute,” was the only word she could think of. Maybe even “endearing.” His dark hair waved a bit in the wind as he turned over onto his back, stroking his member yet again, this time much faster than before. It was difficult to tell from this distance, but she thought his eyes were closed. His entire body was tensed up, little muscles bulging from his arms, legs and abs.

Dish towel still in hand, Melinda leaned forward, putting her elbows on the deck railing, hardly blinking. Eventually Brian stood again and started rubbing the tip of his dick gently against the bricks of the shed. Melinda raised an eyebrow, wondering if that hurt. It was then that she realized her left hand was cupping her right breast, thumb slowly rubbing against her nipple. Since it was a Saturday, she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and only wore a pair of panties, slippers, sweat pants and a tee-shirt. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower she’d taken 30 minutes before.

Forcing herself to remember that this kid was quite a bit younger than her, and that she was a married woman, she firmly removed her hand from her breast. Brian walked, penguin style due to the pants around his ankles, toward the other side of the shed, but Melinda never found out what he was about to do next.

The revving of an engine made both her and Brian jump, and she looked toward the entrance of the church parking lot, where a truck drove toward the back of the building. Melinda looked back to Brian, strangely afraid that he was going to get caught by someone other than her, and saw him pumping his penis with all his might. But as the truck came closer, he quickly reached down and pulled up his underwear and pants in one fluid motion. Adjusting his glasses, he nonchalantly walked out from behind the shed, somewhat in her direction.

Did he cum?

Folding her arms, she found the question important for some reason. Melinda had been on the receiving end of interrupted orgasms before and knew how agonizing it could be. The truck swung wide and made a loop around the church, leaving the parking lot through another exit. Brian hesitated for a moment, obviously wondering if he should go back and continue the fun, but the truck must have spooked him, because he kept going.

“Are you satisfied?”

The words came out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say them, quite loud enough for the poor boy to hear. To his credit he didn’t jump, but he did look up toward her and she saw his face grow slack as realization must have hit him that she’d seen what he had been doing. Still, he kept his cool, merely shrugging and walking away.

“You idiot,” Melinda whispered to herself. “You’re going to scar the kid for life.”

She opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that the kid was pretty much speed walking, far out of hearing distance unless she yelled. Even if she did, he’d probably just start running or something.

Making up her mind in an instant, she bolted through the kitchen doors, put on some slippers, and went to the front entrance, opening it and stepping out into the chilly air. She knew where Brian lived and thought she could cut him off if he hadn’t started running when leaving her sight. She was walking quickly past an old man with his dog, her arms crossed against the slight breeze, before she remembered again that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Blushing furiously, she avoided looking at the man and kept walking, raising her crossed arms a bit to cover where her nipples poked out of the tee-shirt.

What was she doing? What in the world would she do if she did catch Brian? Tell him, “sorry I saw you wanking your wiener?” Or maybe, “I don’t know why I asked if you were satisfied?”

These and similar thoughts crossed Melinda’s mind as she walked, but she hadn’t come up with any answers before rounding a corner and nearly running into the Brian.

This time he did jump and so did she. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little, startled squeak. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging.

Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s tented pants. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s pumping hand. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing.

“Oh, Brian, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, patting his back. Melinda was yet again forcibly reminded that she wasn’t fully clothed when she felt her nipples brush against the boy’s chest. Determined to not make the contact sexual, she stepped back, face hot, but in a mask of teacherly guidance. Brian looked down, face a deep red, obviously still thinking he was in really, really big trouble.

“Seriously, Brian, it’s okay. I’m not going to get you in trouble.” He glanced up halfway to her face, eyes halting on the form of her nipples under her shirt, but then fell back down. Melinda thought he might have a heart attack, his face was so maroon.

Quickly crossing her arms over her breasts, she went on, voice soothing.

“Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?”

Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk.

“I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away.

“Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She thought of putting a comforting hand on his arm, but remembered the no bra thing in time. “Seriously… what you were doing is perfectly normal. It’s just… out in the open is probably not the best place to be doing it.”

He hung his head again, and Melinda berated herself mentally. She wasn’t doing a very good job of comforting him.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at this,” she said, sighing. “You kind of startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see you down there, doing that, when I woke up this morning.” He was still silent, so she decided to go a different direction. Smiling coyly, she gently elbowed him on the arm, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, you REALLY don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”

He still looked mortified, but a small grin appeared on his lips.

“THERE’S that smile,” she said, giggling as they went up the stairs to her house. She opened the door and he followed her inside.

“Go ahead and sit down on the couch and I’ll get you some water, okay? It looks like you need to cool down.” As Melinda headed to the kitchen to get the drink, Brian spoke.

“I really am sorry. It’s just sometimes I can’t help myself, you know? Well, I guess YOU wouldn’t know, but….”

Melinda’s brow furled as he trailed off and she laughed, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the fridge.

“Brian, you know EVERYONE does that sometimes. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Even me. Sometimes.”

He was sitting on the couch, back straight, making the package in his pants extremely evident, and she found it hard to look away from, remembering the member when naked. Melinda swallowed. She was extremely turned on. Brian’s eyes were on her chest, no doubt feasting on the view of the erect nipples beneath her tee-shirt. He was DEFINITELY turned on, of course.

All of these things converged to the following accident.

When Brian reached out to take the cup of water, neither of them were paying attention, and his fingers knocked it out of her hand, making the thing spill all over her left leg and the carpet.

Gasping from the cold, Melinda jumped back. She and Brian both started laughing, and she bent down to get the cup. So did he. Their heads met with a low crack and they both laughed harder as she fell on her butt, right in the wet carpet.

Head throbbing a little, Melinda realized she was staring at the boy’s crotch again, laughing hysterically. Brian was also laughing, staring directly at her bouncing chest. She didn’t really care. The laughter was good for them both; it let the tension out of the room a bit. Slowly, Melinda stood, holding the cup with one hand and rubbing water from her eyes with the other.

“I’m going to go change my pants. Then I’ll get you more water.”

She turned around and went up the stairs, realizing that Brian had a great view of her wet butt. The sweatpants clung to her skin. It turned her on a little more.

Reaching her room, Melinda decided to leave the door open as she changed. Brian couldn’t see anything from that angle, but it still thrilled her for some reason. Sliding down her pants, a thought crossed her mind and butterflies filled her stomach. Her panties were also wet, and not all on her bottom. A small patch of darkness spread across the crotch. She stared at it for a while, trying to convince herself NOT to do what her body so desperately wanted her to do.

Slowly, she slid down her panties, too, as her body won the internal battle, grabbing her tiny sweat shorts and putting them on with nothing underneath. Melinda wished that she’d shaved her entire lower body this morning while showering, instead of just her legs; her beaver was slightly unruly, although the hair wasn’t nearly long enough to stick out of her shorts, thank goodness.

Cup in hand, she exited her room and let herself bounce down the stairs.

Brian’s eyes widened a bit when he saw her, but he didn’t say anything. As she passed, Melinda noticed that the boy hadn’t adjusted his penis. It still created a painful looking lump in his pants. They were silent as she filled up the glass again and brought it to him.

“Eyes on the cup,” she said, giggling, and Brian’s eyes went from her thighs to the water.

After he took a sip, she sat down on the recliner across from him, legs up against her chest. It had been a while since she’d seriously flirted with anyone, and she knew that she was probably doing this like a club to the head, but she was so horny she couldn’t be very subtle. Of course, the idea was to make him think she was covering her breasts with her legs while giving him a great view of her camel toe. Maybe even a peek of pussy lip or hair, if the shorts rode up high enough.

As expected, Brian’s eyes locked on her crotch and he froze in mid drink. But obviously thinking the display was unintentional, he tried to act casual.

“How long have you been doing that?” Melinda asked, motioning her head toward the direction of the church shed.

“I’ve never done it there before,” Brian answered, and Melinda was happy to find that their earlier laughter had done a lot in easing the boy’s tension.

“Well, I probably would have seen you if you had,” she said, giggling. “I mean… how long have you been, you know… masturbating?”

He blushed. “A couple of years now. I played with myself a little before that, but, yeah….”

“Well, it really IS okay.” Melinda adjusted herself, spreading her legs briefly and closing them again, feeling her shorts digs further up into her crotch. “I know it feels SO good and relieves tension. Plus, for guys it gets rid of… fluid. So, really, it’s a win win win. But why are you doing it outside, for Pete’s sake?”

They laughed for a few seconds, and he dropped his eyes from her privates to the floor.

“Well, a couple of months ago I was in my house… you know… without clothes, just relaxing, when I saw these two girls across the street looking at me. I kind of freaked out and ran away, up the stairs, but when I looked outside, they were gone. So I knelt up on a table to look around more and all a sudden I saw them waving at me, in the window across the street, giving me thumbs up.”

Melinda raised her eyebrows and Brian glanced at her pussy again. It was starting to tingle and she thought that her shorts might be getting damp.

“Well, they obviously wanted to see me, so I stayed. Then they showed me their…” he swallowed, looking briefly toward her leg-covered breasts “…their chests. And I … couldn’t help myself. I started to… to do that, and went all over the window. I kind of just ran away.”

He swallowed again and looked up into her eyes. “Ever since then I’ve been wanting to do it ALL the time. I’ve been doing it in more and more dangerous places, because of the thrill, you know? But you’re the first person to catch me. I really am sorry.”

Melinda smiled coyly. “Again, don’t be sorry. It really didn’t upset me. I actually thought it was kind of… cute. And you’re very handsome, you know.”

Brian blushed even more furiously than before.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked after a moment of silence, pointing to the mound in his pants.

“Yeah, kinda,” he mumbled.

“You can adjust it, you know.”

“But it… it sticks up out of my pants a little.”

“No one who sees will mind. Besides, your shirt will cover it.”

“Oh.” He stuck his hands down his pants and fished around for a second. When he brought it back out, the lump was markedly smaller, although longer. His shirt did indeed hide whatever might be otherwise visible.

“Is it really long enough to come out of your pants?” Melinda asked, heart speeding up.


Knowing that everything she had done up to this point could be explained away, Melinda took a deep breath and said, “I don’t believe you! It can’t still be that hard. Lift up your shirt.”

Brian stared into her eyes for a moment before grinning shyly and lifting up his shirt. Indeed, about a half an inch of penis head stuck up out of his pants, although that probably wouldn’t have been the case if he’d been standing up.

Melinda leaned back in her chair and giggled for a minute, Brian joining her as he dropped his shirt back down.

“So you never answered my first question,” Melinda said after another few moments of awkward silence.

“Which one?”

“Were you satisfied?”

Her mouth went dry as he pondered what to say. She wondered if the kid was scared, since she was his Sunday School teacher, but he had already opened up quite a bit to her, far more than she would have opened up to someone like her at his age.

“No, that truck scared me away,” Brian finally responded.

“Well, that thing probably isn’t going to go down until you finish, you know,” she said, pointing at his penis. He nodded. “And I REALLY wouldn’t recommend walking home like that.”

Melinda and Brian both giggled again. Here goes nothing, she thought.

“You can finish here. If you want.”

“Like… in the bathroom?”

He looked at her pussy again.

She shrugged, folding her legs under her and putting her hands on her knees. The teen’s eyes went from her now spread legs, to her hard nipples, to her face. Melinda looked down briefly. Her wet crotch had created a small front-wedgy.

“Anywhere you’d like,” she answered.

Brian swallowed and Melinda smiled shakily. Her heart went into overtime.

For a long while, the kid just stared at her, straight in the eyes, and she stared back. Neither of them blinked. Slowly, like he was about to pet a cobra, Brian reached his hand down and raised his shirt up, once again revealing the tip of his penis. He kept the shirt up with his left hand and awkwardly pulled down his pants and underwear with his right.

Melinda, breathing hard, stared at the young, circumcised penis in front of her. Although there was a hint of veins throbbing under the skin, the member was smoother than any other hard penis she’d seen. The thin hair on his tight ball sack was dark brown and no longer than an inch. When Brian bent over to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles, a small bead of pre-cum squeezed out of the tip of his penis.

I can’t believe this is happening, Melinda thought, thumbs rubbing her legs nervously.

Holding his shirt up with one hand, Brian grabbed his shaft with the other.

“Are… are you sure about this? I… might make a mess.”

“Don’t move,” Melinda said, bouncing up from her chair and virtually running the short distance to her kitchen. She grabbed a handful of napkins and rushed back into the living room, holding them out to Brian and feasting on the view of his young dick, even though it was mostly covered by his hand. He’d really not moved, just as instructed.

He took the napkins with the hand that had been holding his shirt, letting the fabric fall over his privates. Melinda sat in her previous position, while Brian tried to figure out a way to hold his shirt up, hold his dick, and hold the napkins all at the same time. Letting out an exasperated grunt, he eventually just whipped the shirt off over his head, revealing a hairless, skinny chest with small nipples.

Now mostly naked, Brian looked back at Melinda. He was shivering.

“Are you cold?”

“No,” he replied, “Just… nervous, I guess?”

“Nothing to be afraid of. I’ve already seen this, remember? Just enjoy yourself. Close your eyes if you need to.”

He nodded and took a rattling breath, but he didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he continued to stare at Melinda. The fact that he was looking at her eyes instead of her breasts or crotch served only to heighten Melinda’s sexual tension, and she was tempted to just rip off her clothes and fuck the kid right there on the couch. But, no, that would be going too far.

Swallowing, Brian finally began to stroke his penis up and down. More pre-cum oozed out of him, drizzling down his shaft and onto his hand, lubricating. Melinda watched, faint from the blood rushing through her veins. His skin moved up and down slightly, and as the pumping became more pronounced it would momentarily cover the penis head completely, only to reveal it completely again, glistening with clear liquid.

Her hands itched to find her clit, but that would also be going too far. She’d have to be satisfied with keeping these images in her head, so she could relive them once Brian had left. What she wouldn’t give to have her phone on hand to record this.

Brian’s mouth parted, and his eyes strayed down to Melinda’s body, his jacking off speeding up even more. His butt muscles were causing his hips to thrust forward, getting into rhythm with his hand.

He’s not going to last long, Melinda thought.

And that’s when the doorbell rang.

Squeaking, Melinda jumped up off her chair, intent on telling whoever was at the door to go away. She bolted toward the door, only partially conscious of the fact that her nipples were pointing out of her shirt and that the crotch of her shorts were almost dripping wet.

Opening the door a crack, Melinda was about to say, “Not interested!” but the words died on her lips.

A girl the same age as Brian stood on the doorstep, brunette hair pulled back into a small ponytail. She wore grungy clothes that hid any curves she might have. It was Bailey. Melinda knew her from church; the girl was in the same class as Brian.

“Oh, crap,” Melinda said, her voice shaking. “Hi Bailey, I totally forgot that you were coming.”

“Is… is now not a good time?” the girl asked, and Melinda became conscious of gasping sounds coming from the couch behind her. Bailey tried to look past her teacher, obviously wondering what that sound was.

Blocking the doorway with her body as much as possible, and causing her left breast to squish out of the door, Melinda shook her head. “No. No, it’s fine. The lawn mower is in the garage. The code is just 4123. I really appreciate your help, Bailey. Thanks!”

And she closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, and trying to forget Bailey’s stunned expression, she turned around. The poor girl had gotten quite the look at the shape of her teacher’s left nipple.

Hearing Bailey open the garage door, Melinda blinked, trying to take in the scene in front of her. Brian, still mostly naked, sat on the couch, leaning back with eyes closed, breathing hard. His right hand was wrapped around the shaft of his penis, and a great deal of white cum covered his fingers. Some still leaked out of the tip, but his orgasm was obviously complete; the kid was in quite the afterglow.

She had missed his orgasm.

The napkins in Brian’s other hand were squished, but completely clean.

Mouth open, Melinda traced her eyes over a string of cum that ran in a straight line from Brian’s pants, across her blue carpet, and onto the small coffee table a couple feet away from the couch.

“Oh crap,” Brian gasped, and she saw him noticing his mess. “I totally forgot about the napkins. I… I’m so sorry, Melinda!”

She shrugged, still stunned, and noticed that, with the release of his sexual tension, Brian seemed extremely embarrassed. He looked from the cum on her carpet and table to the cum on his pants and underwear, face red.

Melinda couldn’t care less about the mess. She had missed Brian’s orgasm! She was so horny that it was almost impossible to think clearly.

“You can’t go home like that,” she said softly, and he shook his head in agreement. “How about you go upstairs and clean off in the bathroom. Leave your dirty clothes here. I’ll throw them in the washer and we’ll get them clean. You sure you’re not going to be expected at home?”

“Yeah, no one will be there until tonight.”And Brian carefully began to remove his socks, shoes, pants and underwear.

Melinda watched in silence for a while, still standing in the same place, unable to believe that this had just happened in her living room. The smell of sex registered to her brain. Her tingling pussy wanted to be rubbed so bad that her legs twitched, making walking a dangerous aspect.

“I’d take you home, but the car isn’t here.” Matt had it, but she didn’t want to say her husband’s name to Brian right now. Melinda also didn’t mention that Brian’s home was within walking distance. “I’ll make us some lunch while the clothes are washing. And… after I clean up… that.” She pointed.


Grabbing his shirt, Brian stood up, softening penis wobbling back and forth. He walked halfway across the room before turning around and catching Melinda in the act of looking at his young butt.

“I… don’t have any pants?”

“I’ll get you something,” Melinda said, tearing her eyes away from Brian’s penis.

He nodded and made his way up the stairs, butt cheeks flexing.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Melinda swallowed, throat dry. Without Brian in the room, she felt confident enough to walk, so she moved toward the kitchen, trying to think of where her cleaners were. Rummaging in the cupboard beneath her sink, she found carpet cleaner and a sponge. Remembering the cum on her coffee table, she also grabbed some hard-surface cleaner.

Standing, she went back to the living room and stared at the mess for a little longer before kneeling. The smell of cum was still strong.

There was CUM on the carpet of her living room. The cum of a guy who hardly needed to shave every week, let alone every day. How hot was that? 

Melinda looked toward the stairs, hearing the water run as Brian cleaned up. She figured he wouldn’t come down within the next few seconds. Before she could convince herself not to, Melinda put a finger on her coffee table and swiped up some drying cum. The finger went into her mouth.

It had been years since she’d tasted cum. Matt typically stayed with the traditional “it all goes in the vagina” idea. Their first few months of marriage had been different, but that seemed a very long time ago.

Closing her eyes, Melinda twirled her tongue around her finger and swallowed. The water upstairs turned off and she quickly pulled her finger out of her mouth, squirting cleaner onto the mess.

Getting the cum off the table was easy, although she’d have to get rid of a splattered People magazine. The carpet was another story. It took several minutes of scrubbing before the only evidence of the erotic moment was a patch of wetness.

While she cleaned, Brian came down the stairs, quiet. His shirt was long enough that it covered his penis completely, but he walked gingerly, obviously afraid that he might flash her. As if he hadn’t just done that and much more. Melinda thought he might sit down on the couch or a chair, but he simply stood there, watching her clean.

Not that she blamed him. She was on her knees, scrubbing a floor, after all. Her shirt didn’t allow for any revealing cleavage, but her free breasts wobbled substantially as she worked, and her butt, barely covered by her tiny shorts, stuck out into the air.

Conscious of the kid watching her, Melinda exaggerated her movements and raised her rear end even higher.

Mess clean, Melinda stood and, smiling sweetly at Brian—he smiled weakly back—she deposited the cleaning material back into the kitchen and went upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.

Nothing from HER side of the closet, obviously. He wouldn’t appreciate being put into girl clothes, even if they would fit him better than anything Matt owned. Settling for some sweat pants with a draw string, Melinda went downstairs and proffered the pants to Brian, who now sat on the couch, legs together, actually twiddling his thumbs.

He took the pants and put them on, still seated. In the instant that Brian lifted his legs to slip on the pants, Melinda caught a glimpse of his soft penis. Only about three inches long, Melinda couldn’t help but note how… adorable it was. What would it feel like to have that thing in her mouth, growing into the hard dick she’d seen earlier?

Shaking the thought from her head, Melinda set about washing Brian’s clothes and fixing a couple sandwiches. The sound of Bailey mowing the lawn filtered into the house, but all else was quiet. She and Brian didn’t talk until Melinda was about halfway done eating her sandwich.

“You really don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said. He’d hardly looked at her since cumming.

I hope this hasn’t scarred him for life, Melinda thought.

“Okay,” was his only response.

Thinking frantically how she could put Brian’s mind at ease, Melinda ate. Her body conflicted with her mind. She wanted him to feel better, but she also really, really wanted to have her own orgasm. She almost NEEDED it.

Maybe she could do both?

Melinda took a deep breath, steeling herself.

“So, do you want to watch something with me while your clothes get ready?”


A few minutes later, they were in the living room. They sat on the large, plush couch opposite of her laptop, which was placed on the coffee table in front of them. Brian sat as far away from Melinda as possible, still not looking at her. She wondered briefly if Brian was still embarrassed or just didn’t want to be caught ogling. Melinda’s nipples had softened and no longer poked out of her shirt, but the shape of her breasts was quite visible. Her tiny shorts had pushed up, revealing the entirety of her legs… and the still-damp spot on her crotch.

Melinda made no move to cover up. And instead of opening her laptop, she asked a question, heart speeding up again at the thought of what she was about to do.

“So do you have a girlfriend?”

Glancing at her with an “are you crazy?” look, Brian shook his head. “No one would go out with me.”

“I would,” Melinda said, putting her hand on his leg.

“You’re… taken.”

Feeling him tense at her touch, she scooted closer. “Yeah, but if I WASN’T taken, I’d totally go out with you.”

“I’m way younger than you.”

He squirmed a little at her proximity, but didn’t try to move farther away. Melinda took this as a good sign.

“Age is just a number, right? Besides, I’m not THAT old.”

He gaped at her. “I… I didn’t mean you were OLD.”

She laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder, scooting yet closer. “I’m just giving you a hard time, silly.” After a few moments of silence, she smiled slyly at him and continued. “So, you like older women?”

“I… I guess? I just like girls in general, I think.”

“What kind of girls, though? Blonde, brunette, ginger, black hair?” He looked back at her with an “I don’t know?” expression. “No hair??”

He smiled a little, and it warmed Melinda’s heart. She was getting through to him.

“I like longer hair, I guess. And any color, really, as long as she’s pretty.” Brian blushed. “Sorry, that sounds way shallow.”

“Not at all. We’re talking about PHYSICAL attraction right now, nothing more.” She brushed her dark, shoulder-length hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face.

Smiling again, Melinda licked her lips and turned toward the coffee table, opening her laptop and unlocking it with her password. After opening Google, she considered what she was going to search for. Finally, she settled on “Hot girl with long hair.”

Navigating to the images section of the search engine, Melinda chuckled.

“Now THAT is a lot of beauty,” she said, glancing over to Brian. The kid stared at the screen, features blank. None of the girls were showing much skin, but it was obvious that he was a bit overwhelmed. “If you could choose any one of these girls to be your girlfriend, which one would you choose?”

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered. But he also looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, come on,” she pressed, nudging him with her elbow. “Which one do you think is the hottest?”

Brian looked back at the screen, furrowing his brow and absently rubbing his knees. Swallowing, he pointed at the screen and simply said, “Her.”

The girl in question was young, with long, blonde, curly hair. She smiled sweetly at the camera, her green eyes mischievous.

“She’s not very… busty,” Melinda said. “But she’s definitely hot in that ‘girl next door’ sort of way. Let’s see here….”

She thought for a moment and then typed, “young girl with long blonde hair and small boobs.”

Melinda heard Brian’s breath catch and she looked over at the stunned kid, smiling.

Her search filter was off, meaning that mature images wouldn’t be blocked; several of the women on the screen were topless or fully nude.

Brian squirmed, not blinking. His hand hovered toward his crotch as if magnetized; he obviously had experience with porn and knew what to do with his penis while looking at it. But Brian must have remembered that he was with company and brought his hand down onto his leg. It looked like this decision was almost physically painful.

Melinda bit her lip to stop from laughing. Not that she had any room to judge Brian; she was super horny too. It wasn’t the naked girls that turned Melinda on, even though most of them were gorgeous. It was that she was sharing these photos with a kid who was obviously turned on by them. Her nipples hardened almost immediately.

“So which of THESE do you like best?”

He didn’t look at her. Instead, Brian leaned forward, shaking, obviously trying to cover the tent that was forming in his pants. He licked his lips. Eventually, he pointed.

“But this girl is the only one with brown hair!” Melinda said with fake exasperation. “I thought you liked blondes!”

He chuckled nervously and widened his eyes when Melinda clicked on the picture to enlarge it. The woman was again young, and her breasts were quite small, but there the resemblance to his last ***********ion ended. She looked at the camera with dark brown eyes, a stunned smile on her lips, cheeks red either from excitement or embarrassment. Her stiff nipples were light in color, and she had one hand covering her crotch, the other palm out toward the camera. The girl was outside somewhere, maybe at a park. She was obviously streaking.

“So now you’re into brunettes?” Melinda asked after several seconds had passed. Brian hadn’t blinked.

“Well, yeah, I… I guess. I told you, I’m not that picky about hair color.”

“Hmm,” Melinda said, tapping her finger to her lips absently. She typed several different things into the search engine, but nothing was coming up with two naked girls, one with blonde hair and one with brown. Many of the images showed couples, both straight and lesbian, having sex. The sight of hot, naked men served to turn Melinda on further.

Finally, out of frustration, Melinda typed, “lots of naked girls.”

Brian’s eyes widened even further as images flooded the screen. Many of the groups of women were naturalists, several were shots of parties turned orgies, and some were just shots of multiple porn stars. All sorts of girls were represented. Most were at least pretty, of course, and large breasts were common. Some were in the process of a sex act, either with another woman or with a man, or sometimes even both at the same time.

Melinda’s leg shook. Her mouth was dry. She watched Brian squirm, her eyes lingering on his crotch when he looked over to her; let him see her seeing him.

“So it looks like multiple girls are a turn on for you,” Melinda said, smirking. “Which picture do you like best?”

Brian immediately pointed at a group of showering girls. Melinda suspected that this was professional pornography meant to look like it was amateur. The girls were all nude, of course, and all stunningly beautiful, their hair and bodies wet. One girl rubbed the small breasts of another playfully while their other three friends watched, laughing.

“Okay, showers,” Melinda muttered and typed “lots of girls taking a shower together.”

When the screen loaded, Melinda was surprised that most of the photos she saw were stills of the same video. Eight girls were showering together, and it looked like the event ended with a lesbian orgy. Brian’s hand once again hovered toward his now-hard penis and this time didn’t stop. He stuck the hand down his pants and stayed down there a little too long to just be a simple adjustment.

“Well,” Melinda said, cheerfully. “I think we found what we’re going to watch! Come on.”

They made their way toward the family room, where a 70’ screen television dominated the west wall. A window showed bushes and the same parking lot and shed where the day’s events had started.

“Give me just a minute,” Melinda said, glancing down at Brian’s tented pants. Fingers shaking a bit, she set up the TV to stream from her computer, found the full video of the eight girls showering together, and pushed the play icon.

“Sit,” she said as the video began, sound a little louder than Melinda was usually comfortable with. Brian sat on the large white couch opposite of the TV and Melinda sat next to him.

The video started with the eight girls undressing in a locker room and as the girls began showering Melinda spoke to Brian.

“You know, it’s okay if you want to masturbate again.”

He looked at her, eyes still wide. She shrugged.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you do it before.”

Nodding slowly, Brian stared at the screen, probably wondering if his Sunday School teacher was crazy. Melinda wondered that too. She very rarely looked at porn and had NEVER watched it with someone else, not even her husband. Now here she was trying to coerce a kid to jack off in front of her while they watched eight girls playing with each other’s boobs. This was certainly out of character for her.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Melinda’s eyes were mostly on Brian while the video continued; the girls were hot, but she wasn’t a lesbian and there was a living, breathing male sitting right next to her, no doubt hornier than he’d ever been in his relatively short life. His will broke as the girls on the screen began comparing pussies. Half were completely bald; the other half had some hair but not much.

Brian put his hand inside his pants (really her HUSBAND’S pants; the thought turned Melinda on even more) and began rubbing himself. After a few seconds of this, Melinda spoke.

“I’d really rather not have you get those pants dirty.”

He looked over to her and got the hint.

Hands trembling, Brian stood and shoved the pants down to his ankles, kicking them off. He followed this by taking off his shirt.

Naked, Brian sat down next to Melinda. His hand stroked his dick up and down. His eyes alternated between the screen and Melinda. He was having a hard time breathing.

But he had also orgasmed recently. As hard as his penis was, Melinda still couldn’t see any pre-cum. This might take some time, she thought.

The video progressed to some oral sex between the girls, but Melinda concentrated on Brian’s little head; she wasn’t going to miss another orgasm from this kid. Not after orchestrating this little show. And not while she was so horny.

An eternity passed before a bead of pre-cum finally leaked out of the tiny hole at the tip of Brian’s penis. Melinda was a lot closer to him than the last time she’d watched him jack off, and she nearly came just looking at his hand smear the liquid all over his member. Moans of ecstasy came from the TV, but Melinda didn’t even glance toward it.

Her hands moved. I guess I’VE lost control, too, she thought, as her shirt came up over her head. Brian’s eyes flew from the screen to the woman sitting next to him. Melinda watched him looking at her topless figure. Both of their mouths were slightly open to gain enough air for their gasping lungs. Her full breasts were covered in tiny goose bumps, and the nipples were completely erect; more erect, in fact, than Melinda had ever recalled them being. They were so hard that they hurt.

Her damp shorts came off. And they were both naked, staring at each other.

Melinda became even hotter when she realized that Brian had basically forgotten the eight girls on the screen. He was looking at HER. She was older than the porn stars, not quite as pretty, with breasts that sagged a bit. She had a small, but noticeable, bulge around her stomach where her lack of exercise showed. Her legs weren’t as shapely as she’d like them to be. And her pussy had a mat of dark hair on it.

But he was looking at HER.

Moaning, Melinda began to rub her wet clitoris and, somewhat belatedly, said, “Do you mind if I do this too?”

Brian shook his head, kept staring at her, and kept yanking off. His penis was red and glistening.

She lasted longer than she expected to. Right hand rubbing vigorously at her pussy and left hand pinching a nipple, Melinda felt an orgasm approaching. Turned on as much as she was, she knew there was no stopping it. At that moment she might have been able to cum without moving a muscle. But masturbating in front of Brian made things even better, and she reveled in it.

Glancing to Brian’s young face, Melinda’s first orgasm hit. He was looking at her pussy when it began to flutter, and his hand stopped pumping for a moment while he watched her orgasm. In the distance, Melinda heard other girls having orgasms on the screen, but her eyes remained locked onto Brian’s penis, its tip fully visible now that Brian was just holding its base. It pulsed.

The orgasm intensified and she let out a groan. It continued to escalate, her vision tunneling, seeing only the penis of her Sunday School student, and she wondered idly if she might pass out. Screaming, she pulled into the other side of her orgasm, vision returning to relative normal as a wave of afterglow struck her body.

Her sensations became hyper aware. She noticed that Brian was sweating a bit, could smell his sweat mingling with the scent of her orgasm. Another girl began to have an orgasm on the TV; she ignored it. Most sensitive, though, was her skin.

Melinda’s leg had become pressed up next to Brian’s, a result of her spreading her legs a few seconds earlier; his hair tickled her smooth thigh. The fabric of the soft couch cradled her rear end, feeling like a cloud. And her fingers on her pussy created aftershock upon aftershock, making her body quiver everywhere. The hand on her breast quickly joined the one at her crotch as her body decided that it wasn’t over with its moment of pleasure quite yet.

“Holy shit!” Melinda blurted out as her hands rubbed vigorously. Two of her fingers found their way into her hole and her left hand began pumping into and out of her, her right hand still concentrating on her clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” This time she screamed it. Another orgasm swept through her body, this one not quite as intense as the first, but much longer. Each second seemed like an hour as her muscles spasmed out of control. She flopped like a fish on the couch, each brush against Brian’s leg causing her to shake more.

Brian was jacking off again, mouth opened almost comically wide.

“Napkin?” was all he could manage to say. This, the look on his face, and the purple pulsing of his penis, all clued Melinda in. He was about to cum.

There were no napkins on hand; they had left them on the living room table, right next to the soiled People magazine. Even if a napkin had been in her fist, Melinda wouldn’t have used it.

Dropping clumsily to the floor, still coming down from the high of her previous orgasm, Melinda turned to face Brian. Batting the kid’s hands away, she took his penis into her right hand and began stroking it firmly. Her left hand was at her pussy, rubbing.

Movement caught her eye. She had a large mirror across from the window, something of an heirloom, with swirly designs around its edges. It reflected the bushes right outside.

And it reflected the wide brown eyes and white face of Bailey, watching in wonder has her Sunday School teacher began jacking off one of her friends. 

The girl’s young hand was pressed up against her mouth; it was Bailey moving her hand that had caught Melinda’s eye. The girl was obviously trying to hide, peeping between two of the bushes. It was also obvious that she had an amazing view of the couch, but if it weren’t for the mirror, Melinda probably would have never seen Bailey spying on them.

In her orgasm-rattled mind, Melinda couldn’t decide what to do about the situation, so her body continued doing what it wanted; pleasuring the boy in front of her and pleasuring herself. Whatever Bailey was going to do about this, she was going to do. And letting the girl know that she’d been caught spying might be worse than just letting her peep.

Using this somewhat skewed logic, Melinda redoubled her efforts. Brian let out a wordless moan and thrust his hips forward violently. Melinda scooted as close to him as she could, hands still working. Her breasts now hung directly below the boy’s dick, warm pre-cum splattering against her sensitive flesh as she jacked Brian off. She felt his inner thigh muscles constricting against the sides of her breasts as the kid tried to delay his orgasm.

He did rather well, for a kid his age. After a few seconds, a long stream of semen spurted out of Brian’s dick, just after she had forcefully bent it down toward her breasts. He let out a long moan as another round spurted onto Melinda’s flesh.

She held onto his dick as the fluid stuck to her chest. The rest of Brian’s orgasm ended up on her hand. Melinda slowly stroked the boy up and down, lovingly milking him.

Her left hand still idly rubbed her pussy, and she felt another, smaller surge approaching. Melinda glanced over to the mirror and saw that, yes, Bailey was still there, watching, her hand still to her mouth.

The voyeurism sent Melinda over the edge.

This final orgasm was weaker but far longer than even the second one. It burned inside of her as she held onto Brian’s softening penis. Melinda closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, resting her head on the boy’s left knee.

Melinda opened her eyes. Brian was either asleep or in a stupendous after glow, chest slowly going up and down, mouth open. A quick check showed that Bailey was gone. Wondering how much time had passed, Melinda took her cum-covered hand away from Brian’s soft penis. The TV was silent; the video had ended at some point.

Standing shakily, Melinda stared in awe at Brian’s naked form. Had she really just done that? Now that her pussy had been satisfied (three times over), the full import of her actions began to crash down into her mind. She had cheated on her husband. With Brian, one of her Sunday School students. And Bailey had watched.

Waiting for the feelings of dread and guilt to hit her, Melinda moved toward Brian, trying to keep her eyes off of that adorable dick. He opened his eyes without prompting.

“Are… are you okay?” Melinda asked somewhat timidly, conscious of her naked body, covered in sweat and cum. She wasn’t sure if that was the correct question to ask in this situation, but it was all she could think of.

Brian nodded and smiled a little. When he whispered, “that was awesome,” Melinda’s heart leapt to her throat and all negative feelings disappeared. Maybe what she had done was wrong, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t feel bad about it.

It took some time for them to get cleaned up. They took turns showering as Brian’s clothes were being dried. After he dressed, they small talked for a while, almost like they hadn’t just had the wildest event of their lives… up to this point, at least.

As the sun slipped toward the horizon, Brian said he had to go. The only indication that anything had happened between them was a slight knowing smile on each of their faces and a small peck on the cheek from Melinda.

“Be careful out there,” Melinda said as Brian walked out the door. “And I’ll see you in Sunday School tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he said, his smile widening. “I’ll see you then.”