A mutual friend helps a twin brother and sister duo to have sex.

We arrive if in town

Light poured in through George’s bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual.
He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn.
But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true.
The realization that she didn’t exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had.
Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy.
He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him.
Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn’t supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music.
He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn’t have done the voice justice.
He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself.
She was wearing one of George’s white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George’s boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top.
Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George’s presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang.
Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn’t believe she was real, his mind couldn’t grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy.
He didn’t know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face.
“I uh, I wasn’t listening or anything,” he stammered, “I was just um, on my way to the kitc…”
Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn’t think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back.
Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, “Good mor … I mean afternoon Master.”
He was still reeling from all that had transpired. “Are … are you real?” he pleaded.
She gave him another sweet kiss, “This feels real to me, Master.”
“Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?” said George.
She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, “I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you.”
He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant…”
“You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?” she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. “No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you.”
He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. “Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George.”
“I am sorry Ma … I mean George,” she rolled her eyes at her blunder. “It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave.”
“Do you really believe that you are a slave?” he asked.
“Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant.”
George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn’t sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn’t want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko.
He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn,” he said as he stroked her silky hair, “I’ve never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren’t going to disappear…”
“I will not,” she said quickly.
“I believe you,” he amended, “Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I’m sorry if I’m not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn’t live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don’t deserve to, ignore it, because it’s wrong. Okay?”
Dawn didn’t answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together.
Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. “What did you say, Dawn?” he asked.
Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn’t make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere.
She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. “Wait Dawn, don’t say it.”
“Why not?” she whispered.
“I … I don’t know. I’m just … not ready for that.”
She looked down and nodded. “Very well. Um … would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George.”
“I don’t really mind if you call me Master, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too.”
“Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George,” she whined.
He shrugged. “Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It’s not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master.”
She gave him a sudden quick kiss.
George couldn’t suppress a grin. “What was that for,” he asked.
“That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of.”
He scratched his head nervously, “I guess. I mean, it’s no big deal, really.”
“As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless.”
“Alright well, I’m starving. Let’s get some breakf … I mean lunch.” They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor.
While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn’s outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn’t help but get hard again.
“By the way, I love your outfit,” said George.
Her expression brightened immediately, “I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies.”
George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. “Well, I’ll admit that I’ve been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind.”
She gasped in mock astonishment, “You mean this behind?” She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn’t know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. “You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you.”
George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn’t deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips.
She gave him another playful gasp. “Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong.”
George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers.
“Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl’s sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man’s clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!”
“You mean the only night of your life,” added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down.
“But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?” She was really hamming it up, but she didn’t move.
George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. “You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don’t think you are nearly as innocent as you say.”
George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. “No, no! What would her … parents think! They worked … so hard … to raise her right! She … is a good girl … oh!” She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out.
As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, “So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She … she…” She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn’t been holding her hips tightly.
He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. “Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!”
George couldn’t take any more. He didn’t know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him.
Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things.
“So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?” asked George.
“I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch,” said Dawn smiling.
“Oh really?” he grinned.
She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, “Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever.”
He kissed her, “Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!” He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become.
“Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross?
He felt the tingle again. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don’t want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly.”
“Aww, a shower sounds like fun,” she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on.
“Have I told yet how amazing you are?” he asked.
“Not today,” she said sweetly.
“Well come on, I’ll tell you over lunch.” He stood up first and then helped her to her feet.
George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn’t joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing.
Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff.
As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop.
When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George’s awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him.
Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn’t peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her.
After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why.
Dawn’s curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George’s side. “Can I help?” she asked happily.
“Sure, babe,” he handed her a large plastic spoon, “stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone.”
“Okay. Babe,” she said heavily.
“Oh sorry,” he laughed nervously, “That just sort of slipped out. My … nothing, sorry.”
“It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?”
“Nothing, its not important,” he said shortly.
“Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!” said Dawn in mock anguish.
“Well, it’s just … my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think.”
“Oh,” she said in quiet astonishment. “What did your Mother call him?”
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
“I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair.” She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. “You see George, the rebellion begins.”
“Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff.”
Dawn brightened, “Aww, they sound cute together.”
“Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her.”
“That is so romantic!” she squealed. “Now I know where you get it from.”
“Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame.”
“Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that.”
“She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it.” He flipped the chicken, “Good times, good times.”
“George.”
“Yeah Dawn?”
“You can call me babe if you want to.”
George’s stomach did a back flip. He wasn’t use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject.
“So where did that little role play come from?” he asked.
Dawn said, “It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?”
“Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was … hot.”
She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, “I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of.”
“Well that doesn’t sound that surprising,” said George, “you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient.”
“Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave or an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore … Oh, sorry, pardon my language.”
George laughed and said, “Liking sex doesn’t make you a whore.”
“It doesn’t?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you’ve done is use sex to show affection. If that’s not the most noble usage of sex, then I don’t know what is.”
“That is true I suppose. Thank you George.” She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. “Besides, I already have what I want.”
Dawn continued, “The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children.”
“Well, like I said, I haven’t ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities.” Suddenly he realized that they hadn’t taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. “Can you … uh … you know?”
“Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well.”
“What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?” George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn’t quite sure how to ask about them.
“Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry.” She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. “Where should I start?” she thought out loud.
“Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you’re really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you’re smoking hot. Other than that, I’m pretty much in the dark. Why don’t you just start at the beginning and we’ll go from there.”
“Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start.” She added laughing, “And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?”
“The beginning.”
“Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son.”
“Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you’re a dude?” he asked worried.
“No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist.”
“Are you sure?” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Well I was…” she dragged out, “but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like.” She adopted a playful grin.
George wasn’t really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn’t going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt.
She gasped, “Hey mister! Those are mine,” she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him.
“Nuh uh, they’re mine. You’re just holding them for me,” he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him.
“H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles,” she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck.
George was enjoying they’re closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. “Mmm,” she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George’s dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles.
After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, “I really like this. I like being here with you, like this.”
“Me too,” was all he could manage.
Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. “So? Are you satisfied?” she asked with a smile.
“Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy.”
“Well that is a relief,” she said jokingly.
The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over.
Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. “Chicken’s done. How are those noodles coming?”
“Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?” she asked.
They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they’re faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George’s stomach did another back-flip.
“Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I’ll add the chicken.”
The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George’s amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before.
“Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?”
Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. “It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?” asked Dawn.
George was slightly alarmed. He’d have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. “Uh, boy,” he said finally.
“Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley.”
“That’s terrible,” said George somberly.
“Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long.
Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer’s wife.
She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother’s plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine.”
“Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of,” marveled George. “So, what did she wish for?” He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn’s tale.
Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. “She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live.”
George was taken aback. “Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?”
Dawn nodded.
“That’s … that’s awesome,” he said quietly.
“When the Major Genie heard my mother’s wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return.
As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother’s tar.”
“And you think, that I’m that person?”
She nodded.
George didn’t know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn’s story, and her mother’s wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn’s vessel.
He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. “George, what are you thinking?”
“I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake.”
Appalled, she asked, “Why would you say that, George?”
“Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I’m not anyone special. I’m just, just…”
“Just George.”
“Yeah.”
“And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute.”
“I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I’ve never been particularly courageous or adventurous.”
“I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel.”
George sighed, “You may not believe this Dawn, but I’m kind of a loser. I wasn’t on the honor roll, I wasn’t captain of the football team, I’ve never left the country, I’ve never had a girlfriend. Hell, I’ve only had one friend in my entire life.”
“All those things may be true, but that doesn’t make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser.”
“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”
She laughed. “You got me there.”
George still wasn’t convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn’t like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. “So, what happened to your mother?”
“I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere.” She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look.
“Do you miss her?” asked George.
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While mom was getting undressed, I quickly gathered up the things I needed for her massage, plus one or two other items I needed that she would be totally unprepared for. But before I sprang that little idea on her, I needed to get her really good and worked up first. I soon had everything ready, including myself when I heard mom’s footsteps coming back up the stairs. Though she had on her robe, I knew she was naked beneath it. I on the other hand was naked as I stood there waiting for her.
“John…” she said simply eying me, though I wasn’t as yet erect. “You think that’s wise?”
“More comfortable this way,” I said lamely. “Keeps me from getting too hot while I work on you.”
“Ah huh,” she said climbing up onto our makeshift massage table, turning her back to me before slipping the robe off, and then laying face down on the table, eyes closed. I took a moment to admire my mother’s form, in particular her still very firm ass as she patiently waited for me to begin. “If you’re through gawking…” she finally said knowing full well that I had been, though I saw her eyes open into slits as I walked around standing in front of her. I began working on her shoulders, messaging down into the small of her back, my free-swinging prick only inches away from her face as I did that. Once or twice I glanced down as I worked her muscles, not at all surprised to see her eyes open looking at me.
“So far so good,” I thought to myself as I continued, now running my hands along her sides, just grazing the flesh of her somewhat concealed breasts as she pressed herself into the table. I’d even managed to “accidentally” bump into her once or twice, letting my rapidly stiffening cock poke her in the shoulder, or rub alongside her breasts as I moved around the table, eventually massaging her legs where I lifted, and had her spread them just a little. She had to of known I could easily see the split of her pussy as I did that, especially as I eventually saw a bit of glistening dew forming there as I worked on her firm ass. I even allowed my fingers to just brush tantalizingly close to her pussy, hearing an involuntary moan as I did that, though she quickly followed that up with a precautionary warning as well.
“Easy John…you promised.”
“I promised to make you feel good,” I reminded her. “And that’s exactly what I’m doing isn’t it?” “Yes…but,”
“Shh,” I silenced her. “Just relax, enjoy it,” as I soon after instructed her to roll over onto her back as I proceeded to work on her shoulders again, though working my hands down her arms, and lightly running them over and about her breasts too. I was careful to massage her tits without actually making it feel like a sexual caress, though that would come soon enough. Already her nipples were hard and stiff, standing out thick and proud, obviously excited as I worked downwards from there to her tummy. Once again I just let my hands and fingers skiff over the delicate furrow of her mound, feeling her quiver as I quickly passed by. I stepped around her once more, working her upper thighs, fingers slowly inching upwards to her furrow as I managed to coax her into spreading her legs again without asking her to do so. She was obviously excited, even if she was pretending not to be. And as such, it was time to spring my big surprise on her.
I started to work on her arms again, one at a time, lowering them purposely off to the side of the table.
“Just let them dangle there for a moment,” I said softly. Don’t move for a second while I finish this.” I had hidden a coil of soft rope that I’d created two slip knots with, now pulling that out from beneath the table where I had secretly tucked it away. I carefully placed both loops around her wrists simultaneously, and then pulled.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Mom suddenly asked a moment too late, realizing that her hands were now bound as I tied them off to the table legs beneath her. She at first thought I was just teasing with her, messing with her perhaps though I hurriedly ran around to the bottom of the table and produced two more. These of course which I now slipped over her feet, and then tying them off, thus having her completely captured and now spread-eagled there on the table. “John? John?” She asked struggling against her bonds, though she was firmly secure, unable to move in any direction. At last giving up her struggle, seeing the futility of doing so, she looked at me with a very surprised and confused expression on her face. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She now asked looking somewhat stern at me as though that would deter me from what I was planning on doing.
“Like I said…making you feel good,” I grinned at her.
“Like this?” She said once again trying to lift her arms, though showing me the futility of her ability to do so.
“Yeah, like this,” I grinned at her again, this time running my hands purposely over her breasts, capturing her hard nipples between my fingers, scissoring them, pinching and pulling on them. And though she groaned as I did that, she quickly fought back, trying to re-gather her senses.
“John please…I’m your…”
“Mother. Yeah, I know. And a damn sexy one too. Now, now quit trying to fight this mom, I’m not about to let you get up until you’ve had a nice little orgasm or two.”
“John!” She said struggling once again. “I can’t…I just can’t, you know I can’t!”
“Yes you can, and besides mom…you don’t really have a choice here now do you? So the sooner you just relax, enjoy it…and cum, the sooner I’ll let you up and off the table here.”
Though she was still struggling with it emotionally perhaps, she had quit struggling physically. Actually relaxing her body again. “I can’t do this John…I’m…I’m too nervous,” she stammered though the quiver in her tone in her voice told me just how aroused she was becoming. Though the real sign that she was had already betrayed her. I glanced down between her legs and saw a nice little river of creamy white sauce suddenly leaking from her depts.
“Hmm, what’s this?” I said running the tip of my finger up mom’s split, coating it with her essence, and then showing it to her as I brought it towards my lips, licking it off. “Looks to me like your body’s enjoying it, even if you’re not willing to admit it,” I said running my finger up her precious slit once again, feeling her shiver. “That’s it…” I coaxed, gently stroking her as she squirmed, this time doing so in obvious pleasure as opposed to fighting against the bonds still holding her. I indeed knew mom had a bit of a kinky side to her, almost an addiction according to my Aunt, so had figured that something like this might be just up her alley. And more importantly, just kinky and hot enough to get her to lose a few of her pointless inhibitions. “So…feels good doesn’t it?” I said teasing her, now slipping a finger fully inside my mom’s wet slippery cunt as I wormed it about inside her. “Come on mom…at least admit it. Admit you’re enjoying this.”
“Ok, ok…I am. There! Satisfied?” She cried out, squirming once again against her restraints, though feebly now as though trying to show me she was still fighting against this. Only that’s when she also happened to glance up at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Oh God…Dorothy!” She suddenly exclaimed, this time truly trying to sit up, using every ounce of strength she had to no avail. “John…you have to release me! Dorothy will be here around two o’clock! She said she’d be dropping by with a copy of a new recipe I’ve been wanting to try!”
Dorothy was a neighbor friend of hers who came over from time to time. And by her reaction, I had no doubt she was telling me the truth here too. But I decided to use that to my advantage. “Well then…that doesn’t leave us too much time now does it mother?” I grinned wickedly at her. She was looking at me in lustful frustration. On the one hand, I could see by the look in her eyes she had nearly succumbed to what I was doing, but now…with the certain knowledge her friend was due to drop by a short time from now had created a small change of plans.
“I can’t…I can’t…no way, I can’t cum…knowing,” she panted desperately.
“Hmm, well then…I guess since you can’t at the moment, I’ll just have to be satisfied with you making me cum then.” Once more, the implication of what I’d just said caused her to quit struggling for a moment.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean? Just what I said…since you say you’re too nervous and worried to cum right now, you’ll have to make me cum then instead…before she gets here.”
“John please…I can’t, I’m your…”
“I know. We’ve already been here mom. No point in saying it all again. How about you just do it, and then I’ll untie you and let you go before your friend gets here.”
“What is it you want, and how can I?” She asked now staring at my rock hard cock again.
“How about licking and sucking it? That should be easy enough don’t you think?”
“No John…no! I can’t! I won’t!”
We had reached a bit of an impasse here with mom no doubt hoping I’d give up and give in before her neighbor really did show up. It was time to raise the stakes just a little. But how? I glanced about, looking…trying to think, when I saw the perfect solution. I walked away for a moment, heading towards the kitchen counter where she kept a few handy utensils ready. Grabbing a wooden spoon, I walked back towards her. Mom looking at me.
“And just what the hell do you intend on doing with that?” She asked. I answered her by slipping the handle of the spoon inside her pussy. “My god John! What the fuck?” I walked over, grabbing another, walking back, and then inserting it beside the first one, so that now she was laying there on the table, bound to it, spread-eagled with two wooden spoons sticking out of her pussy.
“You ready to lick me now mom? Or should I add another?” I said picking another one up. “Can’t even begin to imagine what Dorothy might think should she come over and find you here laying like this with a bunch of wooden spoons stuck in your cunt.” And mom knew that she would too. Dorothy had dropped by before, left things for mom on the kitchen table if she had gone out for a while. She knew where the hidden key was to the back door. If mom didn’t answer the door after Dorothy knocked, it would be only a matter of time before she’d go searching for the back door key and let herself in. I ran the smooth flat surface of the wooden spoon over her clit, and tapped it lightly against her before spinning it around again, now adding it to the other two. She now had three spoons sticking obscenely out of her pussy.
“Ok, ok…I give up, you win! Now hurry up, before she gets here!” Mom pleaded desperately. “Just take the fucking spoons out!”
“Not until you make me cum first,” I told her as I walked over to the table, placing the head of my dick upon her lips, rubbing them back and forth with my prick for a moment. “Go ahead mom, kiss it….lick it, I know you really want to.”
I watched as her tongue finally snaked out of her mouth, running around the head of my dick, flicking away at it. She was moaning softly as she did, obviously enjoying it, even though she had made every effort to deny that she wanted to. I reached down, capturing her very hard, very erect little clit between my fingers and began rolling it around as though it were in my mouth, feeling her moan around my cock as she sucked it in. As I jacked and masturbated her hard little clit, she in turn lovingly sucked, and continued to pleasure my cock as I fed it to her face. She was shuddering now, almost uncontrollably, murmuring her pleasure as I continued to flick her clit, rolling and rubbing it as she dutifully sucked my cock, enjoying it as she did. Even as she began to climax, three spoons still stuck inside her pussy, I felt my own release rapidly approaching, pulling out, seeing her reaching for it again with her lips, even as she climaxed.
“No!” She cried out, looking up at me.
“You want it then?”
“Oh yes John, yes! Please baby…give it to me.”
“Where do you want it mom?”
“In my mouth, I want you to cum in my mouth! Please John…please. Hurry baby, hurry…she’ll, she’ll be here any time now!”
I felt her lips once more surrounding my cock, drawing on it, sucking it as my balls churned, as the first jettison of spunk ran up the length of my shaft. Within moments, I was pouring my seed into my own mother’s hungrily sucking mouth as she greedily drank it down as fast as she could manage it. Even before I had completely finished draining myself down mom’s throat, I caught a shadow of movement pass by the kitchen window. “Guess who’s here?” I said stepping back, enjoying the look on mom’s face, cum dribbles still escaping from the corners of her mouth.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Untie me John, please! Untie me!”
There was a quick knock on the door, as I slowly released the restraints around her legs. “Faster John, faster!” Mom was asking, almost in a whisper as she looked towards the back door, seeing the shadow of her friend standing there just on the other side. I finished the restraints on her wrists, watching mom bolt off the table, one hand reaching between her legs for the three spoons, as she suddenly raced past me heading back down the stairs. I turned, grabbing the remnants of the makeshift massage table we’d made and moved into the living room, tossing everything onto the couch, and then slipping into my robe just as I heard the back door opening, Dorothy calling out as she entered.
“You who? Maxine?” I walked around the corner at that moment, surprising her, scaring her just a little as she jumped, not at all expecting me of course.
“Hi Dorothy,” I said rounding the corner, “Sorry, but I wasn’t expecting anyone,” I said having purposely not tied the front of my robe closed. I had seen her initial look as she in turn had obviously seen me before I’d gathered my robe closed within my hand.
“Oh, I…uh, sorry…I wasn’t,” she stammered blushing profusely, before finding herself. “I was looking for your mother. She was expecting me.”
“Oh…well, she should be upstairs any time now,” I told her. “She’s downstairs brushing her teeth at the moment.”
“Brushing her teeth?”
“Yeah, just got a new toothpaste she wanted to try out, said it left her mouth feeling all tingly after using it.”
“Yeah? What’s it called?”
“Not sure…spurt, or splat…something along those lines anyway.”
“How odd,” Dorothy commented.
“Yeah, I’m sure it goes by another name, you’d have to ask her though,” I said turning hearing mom’s footsteps coming up the stairs once again. It was time to leave, though I was half tempted to stick around and listen in on that conversation. All I heard as I headed up the stairs to my room was mom when she replied to whatever Dorothy had asked.
“Oh yeah…that, the new toothpaste. Yeah, it does leave your mouth feeling all tingly…”
**
It was an hour later when mom came marching into my room, not even bothering to knock though I was half expecting that, and hadn’t locked my door either. I was still naked in fact, laying on top of the bed, watching porn on the TV, and hence had another nice hard erection waiting for her when she came barging in. She looked, most certainly as I had anticipated she would, though immediately drawing her eyes away from my erection, first glancing at the TV, and then into my eyes as she spoke.
“I suppose you think that was really funny,” she began.
“What? Tying you to the table? No…I was very serious about that,” I answered.
“That’s not what I was referring to, and you know it. And we’ll talk about the other later…but you nearly got me into a lot of trouble with Dorothy over that toothpaste thing you pulled.” She was trying to look serious, and then I laughed, causing her to do the same.
“So…what DID you tell her anyway? She seemed really interested in trying out the new toothpaste you got too,” I said still laughing.
“I told her a friend of mine sent it to me from Canada, and that it wasn’t available here in the States…I didn’t know what else to tell her after all that. Still not sure she was buying it though.”
“More than happy to put some in a cup for her, you can run it over to her later if you’d like.”
Mom laughed. “That’s horrible! You’re horrible! And especially seducing your own mother like that!”
“But…you liked it though didn’t you?” I said reaching down to wrap my fist around my hard cock again. “And you liked sucking this too didn’t you?”
Mom licked her lips, finally nodding her head yes, acknowledging finally to herself and to me that she had in fact done so.
“Well, since we’re finally admitting we BOTH enjoyed that, come here…I have some more toothpaste to give you.”
To my surprise, mom actually came over, undoing the robe she had on, revealing her nakedness beneath it as she slipped onto the bed. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” she told me.
“Me neither,” I said quietly to myself, and then slithered down between mom’s legs, spreading them, where I finally placed my lips and tongue between and paid homage to the place I had once come from.
“Just one more thing,” mom said as she placed her hands on my head, forcing me to lift my face upwards for a moment. “Bad enough all this…which I’m still trying to wrap my head around as it is…but you need to know John, as much as I’d like to…want to even, I can never, ever let you fuck me. Understood?”
“Whatever you say mom,” I said and then dove back down between her legs again. “For the moment anyway…” I then said to myself.
Twenty minutes and two orgasms later, I was just coming up for air when I asked. “By the way, where the hell’s Aunt Susan anyway?” I wondered.
Almost magically the door opened. “Right here,” she announced walking in. “Your mother told me to give her thirty minutes alone with you at least before I came up stairs. Been standing outside for the last ten, just listening and getting myself off. But…since the question was raised, and though I’m a few minutes earlier than I promised, figured I might as well.”
I laughed, scooting over in the bed, making room for Aunt Susan who quickly joined us.
“Now we can really have some naughty fun together,” I grinned wickedly. The evening was early yet, and I knew without any doubt, before this night was over, I’d be fucking the two of them side by side.
**
Propping myself up with a pillow behind my head, I lay there on the bed looking down as my Aunt and mother took turns feeding my cock to one another, licking, nipping, and sucking on it.
“You know what I wish?” Susan questioned as she removed my dick from her mouth, now holding it as mom once more took her turn. The sensation of her tongue spearing my shaft, rapidly flicking the sensitive ridge just beneath the head.
“What?” I sighed contentedly.
“That we had a video camera, and were filming this. I’d love to see what this looks like later…the three of us like this,” she responded as mom now took control of my cock, feeding it back to my Aunt.
“Actually…” I began. “We do…and I am.” It was time to come clean, all the way around I thought.
“You are what?” Mom asked.
“Smile…you’re on candid camera,” I grinned at her.
“We are?” They both said almost in unison, now looking around the bedroom. “Where?”
“Not going to tell you where,” I teased as Aunt Susan tightened her grip on my prick as though threatening to yank it off if I didn’t tell them.
“Since when?”
“Since yesterday. Thought something like this might eventually happen. So I put a few hidden cameras in throughout the house. Figured that eventually, we’d all wind up together. And that when we did…it might be interesting to watch some of this later.”
“You mean to tell me you’ve installed other cameras throughout the house?” Mom asked now sitting up. For a moment, I thought she was going to get angry with me for having done so. But then she turned around looking back at me with an interesting expression on her face. “So you’re telling me…you’ve been secretly filming us, watching us since then? Does that mean…you saw me masturbating in the bathroom earlier?”
I didn’t know if I had caught that. I’d have to check the video I’d captured later to find out, but now I was hoping I had. I nodded my head yes. “Naughty boy,” she said instead, and slithered back down onto the bed again, taking my cock back from my Aunt, and nearly swallowing it whole for a moment before speaking again. “So when do we get to see what you’ve captured so far?” She asked. Obviously, the thought I had been secretly recording all this had struck one of mom’s kinky quirks.
“Later…when we’re resting up perhaps from what we’re about to do,” I informed them both, seeing my Aunt’s rather excited expression as well now knowing I’d been doing this.
“So how many cameras have you placed around the house anyway?” Mom continued to question, the level of her arousal and excitement readily apparent. “In every room?”
“Not in every room no…just a few, but not going to tell you where they are either. From now on, you’ll just have to realize I might be watching you both, recording whatever you’re doing…and wherever you’re doing it. For my viewing pleasure,” I winked. “And yours too of course if you want to see what I have recorded at some point.”
“Hmm, nasty,” Mom said. “So I’ll never really know then what you can see, or what you’re watching then until you show me?”
“Show us!” Susan said jumping in. “But enough of that, we can go to the movies later,” she added to that grinning from ear to ear. “Right now…I need this boy’s cock inside my pussy!” Spinning around on the bed, getting on her hands and knees, she presented herself to me. “Come on baby…give me that nice hard cock of yours…time to fuck Aunt Susan!”
I could see the wistful expression on mom’s face as Susan positioned herself. Obviously she had no qualms about fucking her nephews cock. And I was bound and determined to be fucking my mother too before the night was over. It was time to turn up the heat a little, working on her inhibitions again, slowly whittling them down until she finally gave in to those desires and urges she was fighting. “Come on mom, do the honors here then at least. Put my cock inside your sister’s pussy for me.”
I moved behind my Aunt, my stiff cock throbbing and protruding out what felt like a mile as I sat there patiently waiting for her to do that. Almost as though in a trance, she scooted around beside us, reaching down and placing her hand around my shaft, guiding it forward.
“Tease her with it for me,” I asked. “Slide it up and down that wet slick split of hers before sticking it in,” I instructed, which she began doing. Just hearing the slickness of her play as she began doing that, Aunt Susan’s cunt leaking what felt and sounded like an entire bottle of baby oil had been poured into it, mom slapped, prodded, and poked my prick in and out as well as around the area of my Aunt’s cunt until she couldn’t take the teasing any more.
“Enough! Enough! Shove the damned thing in me Maxine!” She demanded of mom, which she then did. Even then, she continued to keep her hand wrapped around it for a moment, taking delight in keeping me from fully hilting my Aunt’s cunt for a moment until I began thrusting forward, forcing her to take her hand away so that I could finally bury myself balls deep inside this tight sloppy-wet passage. “Oh god that feels so fucking good!” Susan cried out as I began to slide in and out of her in earnest now. The slap of flesh against flesh adding to the vulgar sounds her pussy was still making. “That’s it baby…fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”
“Play with her tits,” I said looking down, watching them swing to and fro, something I loved seeing, but again wanting to further mom’s participation and arousal while doing this. I was delighted when she did, reaching out to capture one of Susan’s breasts in her hand, cupping and fondling it…pinching and yanking downwards on her nipple almost as though milking a cow.
“Oh fuck!” Susan mewed, delirious with pleasure now as the added sensation of pleasured/pain intensified the thrusting of my cock in and out of her pussy. I looked over, mom’s hand down between her legs, frigging herself, looking on, watching my shaft easing in and out of her sister’s pussy. I purposely slowed, taking it almost all the way out before shoving it slowly back in again, so she could see it…begin to envision what it might feel like perhaps.
“Mom, slide beneath her…lick her cunt while I’m fucking it,” I said. I knew she’d get an even better look seeing me doing that, not to mention making her own cunt available for Susan to lick and tickle, thus escalating her horniness. Once again, without so much as saying a word, so lost in the decadence of all this perhaps, she hurriedly slid under her sister. Within moments I could feel and hear mom’s mouth on us both as she tongued her clit, and at times lick-lapped my own dick as I continued the slow agonizing pistoning in and out of her sister’s sweet snatch. As expected, without any direction, Susan leaned forward slightly, her own tongue coming out to lap away at mom’s glistening sweet cunt. She moaned deeply, audibly the moment Susan began doing that, and as I purposely withdrew fully, feeding mom for the moment, letting her taste her sister’s sweet essence that was now coating my shaft. “That’s it mom…lick it, clean it off. Can you taste your sister’s nasty juice coating my prick? Do you like that? Want some more?” I teased once again thrusting my prick deep inside my Aunt’s cunt, hearing her gasp as I did that before repeating the process. Even Susan looked back over her shoulder towards me as I mouthed the words, “Don’t let her cum.” She winked at that, now realizing what I was attempting to do here.
“Oh Max! It feels so good! John’s hard fucking prick pounding, and filling my pussy! Oh my god! I’ve never felt ANYTHING as good as this feels in my entire life!” She exclaimed. Once more turning to look in my direction as I smiled at her added commentary, which by the looks and feel of it was having an impact. “Squirt that nasty cock juice inside my cunt,” she then added. “So that your mother…can lick it out of me and make me cum while doing that,” she requested. Mom groaned deeply upon hearing that, as I began to slam in and out of my Aunt’s cunt now, striving towards release. Her suggestion already escalating my own impending orgasm.
“Oh yeah…yeah! Here it comes mom! You ready for it? You ready to start licking your son’s nasty naughty fuck juice from your sister’s pussy?” I began to squirt, pumping out streamer after streamer of my white hot sticky semen into my Aunt’s juicy-slick quim, mom already lapping away at her split as the overflow of cream began to pour out as I emptied my balls into her. Susan too was in the throes of climax, her cry of ecstasy suddenly filling the room as I slowed, though still thrusting, still fucking my Aunts now very sloppy, very messy passage. I finally pulled out, collapsing back, and enjoyed the view as a nice thick dollop of cream ran down my Aunt’s lips to drip erotically, and obscenely into my mother’s waiting mouth.
“Ok, time for a break,” I suggested then…wanting to prolong my mother’s arousal, denying it. “How about I fix us all a drink, and then we can pick things up from there,” I added to that. I slipped out of bed, heading downstairs as the two of them headed off to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before joining me downstairs. I was pleased when they soon after emerged joining me in the family room still naked.
“So…you have cameras in here too?” Mom asked still looking around.
“Yup!” I grinned. “In here as well…so we can in fact continue to enjoy the show while in this room a bit later if you want to.”
Once again the thought of secretly being recorded seemed to scratch that kinky itch of mom’s as she sat down on the couch, sipping the drink I had fixed for her, all the while toying with one of her fat thick nipples. I decided to take a chance at that point…asking her. “So mom…what was it you were fantasizing about earlier while you were in the bathroom masturbating anyway?” I purposely reached down, now stroking my own cock, letting it harden again as I sipped my own drink. Watching her…watching it fatten and lengthen again. “Come on…tell us, what were you thinking about anyway?”
Mom actually blushed a little, but spoke. “Pretty much about what we just did,” she confessed. “Only…”
“It was just the opposite,” Susan mused. “You were thinking about John’s cock inside you while I was the one licking you from below right?”
Mom nodded her head yes, blushing a bit more. “Yes, admittedly…I was.”
“Well…you know what one of my fantasies is?” I tossed out. “Having one of you sitting on my face, the other on my cock…and then the two of you, fondling and sucking one another’s tits while doing that.” As hoped…Aunt Susan jumped on that one almost immediately.
“Oh I’d love to feel your tongue in my cunt right about now,” she groaned. “Especially while playing with my sister’s tits,” she added to that hopefully. Mom was looking around the room again.
“You’d never show any of what you’ve recorded to anyone else right?” She questioned. “Never tell anyone about any of this right?” She asked now looking directly towards me.
“Just pretend we’re in Vegas,” I assured her. “Whatever happens here…stays here. Promise.”
“I’ll probably live to regret this,” she suddenly exclaimed, tossing several couch pillows onto the floor. “Lay down John. You’re about to fuck your mother.”
**
The moment I’d been hoping for had finally arrived. Even Susan seemed slightly surprised, though in a way expecting this to eventually happen. Just not quite so soon perhaps. She sat on the couch, watching…allowing this moment to continue just between mom and I before eventually joining in. It was still erotic, glancing over at her, a smile on my face, mom standing above me now preparing to squat down over my stiff shaft. Aunt Susan now bending her knees, spreading herself obscenely as she began slow-petting her pussy…looking on, watching her sister about to impale her son’s cock.
“Here it is mom…all nice and hard for you. See how it’s throbbing? See how purple and swollen it is just thinking about sliding up inside that hot wet juicy cunt of yours?” She was staring at my prick like it was a dancing Cobra, her eyes taking on a faraway look, almost glazed over as she wet her lips, and then slowly began sinking down over me. The first touch of her sweet flesh as it began to kiss the tip of my cock was heavenly. And though she was very wet, it took a moment for her pussy to adjust, stretching itself to more fully accommodate me. I certainly knew I was on the higher end of the average scale in size, though the girth of my cock might have been a bit more than that. It took her well used pussy a moment more to finally relax enough so that she could actually fit it inside. Only then easing herself down and over me, slowly…inch by inch until with an audible gasp, she felt me fully impaled inside her tight hot snatch.
“Oh fuck John! John!” she cried out, gyrating slowly against me without moving up or down as yet. More like she was still trying to stretch herself out a bit more before actually fucking me.
“How’s it feel mom?” I now asked, reaching up to capture each of her breasts in my hands, her thick fat, elongated nipples bigger and harder I think than I had ever seen them. I mashed her breasts together…forcing her nipples to kiss one another, rubbing them together like that as I pushed back into the plush carpeting beneath me, gaining an inch or two before shoving myself up inside her again, forcing the fuck. She ground back, and then lifted as I simultaneously retreated, holding only the tip of my prick inside her before she came crashing down on me. Me…thrusting up so that we met somewhere in the middle in a furious pummeling fuck that thrilled each of us simultaneously.
“Again!” She wailed. “Fuck me John! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh my god! It’s been, soooooo long!” She cried out over and over again.
Mom was now bouncing up and down so hard on my prick, I was half worried she’d break it off. But I was fascinated at the way her large breasts wildly bounced around now having let them go. Enjoying the gyrations of each, her head similarly bouncing about, eyes almost rolling back inside her head as she continued to spear herself on my cock. Next to us…Aunt Susan was going crazy as well. Actually slapping her pussy, spanking it. The sounds loud enough to be heard clearly and distinctly as she punished herself, calling out…joining us in her own way as she did that.
“Oh yeah honey! Fuck that prick! Fuck your boys prick baby, make it squirt in you! Make him cum in you! Fuck it baby…fuck it!”
“Yes John, yes,” mom began, adding to her sisters decadent diatribe. “Fill your mommy’s pussy with your nasty filthy spunk. Pour it into me baby…give mommy all your hot nasty cream!”
It was very erotic, in a very strange way…hearing her say that. I was after all a very mature man at my age, even though I was her son. And yet…hearing her referring to herself as “mommy” told me that she was allowing herself whatever taboo thoughts or pleasures she had harbored for however long…to finally be expressed, to come out and consume her.
“Yes mommy,” I said simply, words I hadn’t spoken in years. “Fuck your son’s cock, make it cum…make it spurt it’s nasty, naughty, filthy fuck juice inside your dirty nasty cunt!”
Her scream when it came, as she did…was far louder than even my Aunt Susan’s had been. She went wild on me too, thrashing and humping me about as fiercely as anyone ever had. In addition to that however, her climax…when she erupted, was beyond words, beyond belief, taking her totally and completely by surprise as her cunt literally liquefied. I felt the surge, and then the sweetness of her own nectar suddenly drenching me. So much so that it actually sprayed around my cock, seeking a way out as the pressure built, as her liquid pleasure continued to expel itself, meeting my own voluminous eruption. Her cry of joy unintelligible as she held a single note that seemed to go on forever.
And then she collapsed.
**
It was a long time before any of us even moved. Somewhere along the way, and no doubt simultaneously with us, Aunt Susan and cum as well. Her legs still spread, lips puffy looking and swollen, fiery red from the hand-spanking she had given herself.
“Whew,” she said…the first one to actually speak. “I do hope you got all that,” she sighed contentedly.
“Count on it I assured her…assuring them both as mom only then lifted her head up slightly, looking at me before bending forward, kissing me hotly on the mouth.
“You may very well be my son. And I may have told myself that what just happened between us, would never have happened in a million years…actually did. But I’m damn glad it did John. And I will never again deny you either. That was simply…too fucking good!”
We all laughed at that, and then I reminded them both that we still had some unfinished business here yet. “Come sit on my face Aunt Susan,” I told her. I still haven’t satisfied that other fantasy of mine yet!”
Mom looked at me in surprise. Realizing I was still quite firm inside her still, even though we’d almost exhausted ourselves both only a short time ago.
“Trust me mom. As soon as you and Aunt Susan start playing tickle-titty with one another, I’ll be nice and fucking hard again.”
“I think…under the circumstances from here on out John, you should just call me Sue, or Susan if you prefer.”
“Ok,” I responded as she walked over in preparation of sitting on my face. “But there is something to be said in calling you Aunt Sue, or Aunt Susan, that has a really naughty feel to it whenever we’re doing anything like this.” She grinned at that.
“In that case, call me your Aunt Fucking Susan then,” she laughed. “I kind of like the sound of that.”
**
It was very late by the time we headed downstairs to their room. This time to sleep, the three of us in one bed, since mom’s was a very large King-sized bed.
“By the way…new house rule,” I said as we snuggled in together, me in the middle, each of them turned towards me…the feel of their soft plush breasts caressing.
“Oh? And what’s that might I ask?” Mom questioned.
“From now on, after seven o’clock, there’s a no clothing rule in effect around here.”
“Oh there is, is there?” She giggled.
“Would that be seven AM, or PM?” Aunt Fucking Susan asked. I smiled, cupping a tit from each and fell wonderfully and deeply asleep.
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I want to thank everyone for the tremendous feedback. I’m so glad that you’re enjoying this story. With that said, here is part III, Again, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it! 1/8/2013.

Jack Meets Judy’s Friend Nam

This is my first story ever. Comments are more than welcome.
This is not a quick climax story. It is more like a short novel, so there is a lot to it.
This story contains details of incest among other sexual fantasies. If you are against such things, please move on.
Everything from here on is completely fictional and never actually happened.
Enjoy.
Chapter 2
Could I do it? COULD I do it? SHOULD I do it? Yikes! Morality, desires. Parenthood, manhood. Good vs evil. In a matter of two seconds that question turned me into a puddle of uncertainty. Could I control myself if I did it? Sure.., I’m strong. I’m just a concerned dad making sure his daughter is ok. Bullshit. Oh God, what to do?
I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. I turned and said, “I’m not a doctor kiddo. And besides, I don’t think I should. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Well, you know what a hymen looks like, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do.” I said. I already felt defeated.
“Well, you used to change my diapers and give me baths. You’ve seen it all before. So what’s the difference?”
Damn she is smart. “Well, when you were a baby I didn’t look up inside you.” I reasoned.
“Well, I suppose not.” she said.
“And besides,” I said, “it was different then. You’re almost all grown up now.”
“Why is that different?” she asked.
“Because I’m a man and you’re a young, extremely attractive young woman.”
“Extremely attractive, huh? So would you say I’m hot?”
“Hell yeah!” I said, forgetting myself. “Umm, I mean, yes, I suppose I would.”
She chuckled. “So you’re afraid you might look at me as someone other than your daughter if you do it?” she asked.
“No, I’d know full-well that you are my daughter the whole time. That’s what would make it so hard.., err I mean difficult. Fuck!”
Oddly enough as difficult of a time I was having, part of my brain was imagining spreading her open to look inside and it was turning me on. I could feel movement in my shorts.
She giggled at my frustration. “It’s ok dad. Just do it. I want to know.”
With that she held the towel to her lap and stood up. She walked over to the vanity and rested her bare bottom against it, stood on her tip-toes and wiggled herself up onto it. She then lifted her knees to her chest and placed her feet on the top of the vanity spreading her legs wide.
I could see it. Her womanhood. I was shocked to see that she was aroused. Her lips were naturally spread.
Her clit was erect and her outer lips were puffy and dark. She wanted me to look. I lost. She won.
“Let me go get a flashlight.” I said.
As I walked out the door I started scolding myself.
“Ok, you have to do it now, dumbass. Just do it and don’t let it go any further.”
I went to my room and grabbed the flashlight from my night stand. When I returned to the bathroom she was still sitting on the vanity.
I knelt down in front of her and looked up into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Now I can’t touch you, but I’ll look. What I want you to do is reach down with both hands outside of your hips and insert one finger from each hand and open yourself and I’ll look inside.”
I gulped hard as she did as I instructed. Just as she was about to insert her fingers I said, “Oh wait. You’ll need some kind of lubricant. Let me get the Vasoline.”
“No.” she said, “I won’t.”
And with that she slid both of her index fingers inside, let out a little moan and spread her pussy open. Right at that moment I went from stirring to rock hard. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was kneeling in front of my daughter while her fingers were in her pussy and I was watching her arousal flow from inside her. Her honey slowly flowing between her fingers.
She was so tight that her pussy closed tight right after the tips of her little fingers. At this point I was going crazy. Still conscious of the fact that she is my daughter and that I am only supposed to be checking her hymen.
“Sweetie,” I gulped, “I still can’t see. I’m going to have to open you up a little further.”
What was I saying?! What was I doing?!
“Ok.” she breathed.
Did she just swoon? Is she getting off on this? Well, she gave me the go-ahead, I reasoned.
I reached up with my left hand and inserted my index finger. She shuddered and let out an obvious moan. And believe me, it wasn’t from pain.
“Gotta get this done quick.” I said to myself. “Get it done and get out.”
I pulled my finger down towards the vanity pushing her tight little asshole to the cold countertop.
“Mmmmm.” She moaned.
I turned on the flashlight and looked inside. Sure enough, her hymen was torn clear through. There I was, looking up into my daughter. The walls of her perfect pink vagina were glistening with moisture in the light of the flashlight. I watched as her sweet juices flowed down each side of my finger out of her vagina , over the wrinkles of her little rosebud and meeting back together at the center of her little anus. Her smell was intoxicating. The sight of her young, fine pubic hair. It seemed like I was there forever, but it was probably less than 20 seconds. I could feel her pulse in my finger and it looked as though her tight, young channel was pulsating. Her little anus was squeezing and relaxing and I thought to myself, “She’s trying to squeeze my finger.” That thought hit me like a slap in the face. I pulled my finger out and stood up. She had her eyes closed and the left side of her lower lip between her teeth.
As matter-of-factly as I could I said, “Yup, I’m afraid your hymen is torn. But everything else looks fine. I need a drink.” And I left the room.
As I left I heard Victoria let out a sigh which actually sounded a little disappointed. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Southern Comfort from the top shelf of one of the cabinets. I set it on the counter and spread my hands wide and placed them on the counter resting my upper body on them.
My mind raced. “What did I do? She’s going to hate me. If anyone finds out, I’ll lose her.” I had no positive thoughts at all about what just happened. I filled a cocktail glass with ice, and then poured the Southern over it. Normally I have it with Coke, but not this time. I looked through the side of the glass at my therapy and touched it to my lips and took a big gulp. Oh it burned, but I deserved it. My mind raced, I was scared shitless.
I took a second drink, emptying the glass. As I was pouring another, Victoria said from behind me, “Well, I feel better knowing that’s all it was.”
I almost dropped the bottle when she spoke. “Man, my nerves are really frazzled.” I thought.
I turned to look at her. She was wearing only a bra and panties. Normally it was no big deal. Normally I admired her beauty. Now I looked away, ashamed at what I had done.
“Are you ok dad?” she asked as she walked up to me.
She took my chin in her hand and forced me to look towards her. I still looked down, which didn’t help much because she’s so much shorter than me.
“Look at me.” she said in a rather demanding tone. Normally I would have reprimanded her for approaching the disrespect threshold, but not this time.
I looked into her beautiful blue eyes. They were torn with concern. I could see the love in her eyes. The hurt she felt that I was feeling the way I was. I thought for that quick moment, “She is so beautiful. Heart, and soul, and body.”
“It’s ok.” She soothed. “You were just making sure I was ok.”
“No, it’s not ok.” I said. I couldn’t believe I was about to tell her this. “I got turned on Victoria. I got an erection. And that is just wrong.”
I almost brought up the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it too, but decided against it. I didn’t want her to feel any blame or guilt in this.
“So did I dad. Well, not the erection part, but I got turned on too. It’s no big deal.”
“Please forgive me.” I said. “I’m so sorry.”
“No, I won’t dad. Because there’s nothing to forgive.”
At that she turned and walked away. I felt so much better, still shitty, but compared to moments before, much better. I looked up at her as she walked through the kitchen, but I knew right then that things would be different. I still looked at her with admiration as she left me there, but now I was watching her sweet little ass as it wiggled out of my sight.
“I’m going to bed.” she said as she turned the corner to go down the hall. “I love you. G’night.”
“I love you too.” I half shouted figuring she was almost to her room by now. “Sweet dreams.”
I turned back to my drink and was getting ready to dump it down the drain. “Oh, and I know what I want for my birthday, ‘night.” Dammit, I almost dropped the glass.

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