Chapter one

Lisa, my wife of twelve years, finally got the promotion she'd been working towards. It would mean a lot of travel, but also a significant raise. We agreed that it would only make sense for me to become a stay-at-home dad and take responsibility for our children. Since my son Bryan was nine and my daughter Megan eleven, it seemed like a relatively easy task. Besides, it would give me time to pursue my passion: repairing and restoring old cars.

Our new routine began Saturday morning with me dropping my wife off at an early flight for a two-week training camp. Megan had spent the night at a friend's house, so all I had to do was wake Bryan up and make us breakfast. That was easier said than done, as it took three attempts to wake him up and get him downstairs to eat. He finally came into the kitchen, still half asleep, wearing only a T-shirt and underwear.

I put some waffles in the toaster and told him I had to quickly run to the auto parts store to get some accessories for the truck I was working on. He seemed to wake up and ate hastily when I told him I'd be gone for a few hours. I pulled out of the garage and backed into the driveway, only to realize I'd forgotten my wallet. I parked on the street in front of the house and went through the side door into the kitchen.

When I went upstairs to our bedroom to get my wallet, I noticed that Megan's bedroom light was on and the door was slightly ajar. That kid couldn't turn off a light switch even if his life depended on it, so I went to turn it off. When I looked into the room, Bryan was standing next to Megan's bed. He was completely naked and had his hand wrapped around his erect penis. He was stroking his small penis and squeezing his buttocks together as he played with himself. His T-shirt and underwear were lying across Megan's bed.

I became incredibly aroused watching him and pulled off my basketball shorts to expose my growing erection. I began to masturbate him, marveling at his beautiful young, naked body. He was completely hairless, and his 3-inch penis was hard and pointed straight up at the ceiling. His small testicles hung just below his penis, close to his stomach. From where I stood, his testicles looked no bigger than a smooth, round marble. He still retained some of the firm buttocks he'd had as a toddler. I hadn't seen him in years, but he looked so round, firm, and perfect.

As I watched, I couldn't help but pull my shorts all the way down, leaving my balls dangling and my penis throbbing as I continued to stroke it. Bryan went to Megan's closet door and opened it. Inside was a full-length mirror. He had now turned his back to me, so I could only see his smooth, naked body from behind. His buttocks tightened as he thrust his hips forward, as if he were fucking. He rubbed his little sausage and seemed to enjoy looking at himself in the mirror.

I remember doing the same thing at his age. It seemed like the apple didn't fall far from the tree. He put his hands on his hips and wiggled his ass, giggling. He turned first one way, then the other, admiring the reflection of his firm little butt. He bent over and pressed his hard pussy against the mirror. From my perspective, it looked like he was fucking another smooth boy.

It was so erotic watching him rub himself against the mirror. While he continued fucking, he leaned forward and kissed his reflection. At that moment, so much precum leaked out of me that it dripped onto the floor. Try as I might, I couldn't wipe it off my glans fast enough to transfer it from my finger to my mouth. Then it dawned on me: I was standing outside my daughter's bedroom, naked from the waist down, stroking my penis, licking up my precum, and watching my nine-year-old son play with his little treasure.

As I savored the taste of my pre-cum, I couldn't help wondering if my little boy could actually come on his own. Did he still only experience dry orgasms? I had to know.

Bryan then reached into her closet and pulled out a box of Megan's old Barbie dolls. He rummaged through it and pulled out one that appeared to be wearing a cheerleader outfit. He laid her on the bed, took off her sweater, lifted her skirt, and pulled off her panties. I could hear him muttering, but I couldn't quite understand what he was saying, so I moved closer to the door frame. 

“It’s time to play with my pee Barbie,” I heard him say clearly.

He positioned the doll so that her large, artificial plastic breasts pressed against the shaft of his rock-hard little erection. He took her arms, placed them on either side of his penis, and moved them up and down as if she were giving him a handjob. His cheeks were flushed, and I knew he was getting really turned on. He stood there naked, pulled the rest of Barbie's clothes off, and wrapped her arms and legs around his erection.

"You like playing with my penis, don't you, Barbie?" he said. "I like it when you rub your breasts against it." This obviously wasn't his first time playing naked with Barbie. I almost came when I heard him say, "Should I put my penis inside you, Barbie? How about I fuck your pussy?"

He laid Barbie on Megan's bed and then climbed over her on all fours. He bent down to position her, and as he did so, his smooth buttocks parted, giving me the perfect view of his small, wrinkled asshole. It was so pink and tight, and just a hint of his scrotum was visible beneath it. He dropped onto Barbie and began to fuck her.

"How does my penis feel inside you, Barbie? It feels so good," he moaned. I continued stroking my cock while watching his young ass move up and down. I could see his naked body tense as he continued to moan and fuck his plastic girlfriend.

Suddenly he stopped and exhaled loudly. He began to tremble and shake. His voice was slurred and sounded desperate as he said, "Fuck me, Barbie, like I want to fuck Megan!" Once I heard him mention his sister's name, and gushes of hot, creamy cum shot from my cock, spraying against the wall in front of me. Had I heard him right? He wants to fuck his eleven-year-old sister. Oh my God, this is more than I ever expected. I looked back into Megan's room and saw Bryan lying flat and exhausted on top of Barbie. I waited expectantly, staring at his pretty boyish ass while I waited for him to turn over.

When he did, I noticed his erection was only slightly softened and there was no semen on either Barbie or him. My boy was still having dry orgasms. His first ejaculation was still in the future. He lay there with his eyes closed, stroking his pussy and his smooth balls. He seemed perfectly content. I quickly grabbed my shorts, wiped the semen off the wall, and tiptoed into the bathroom to put my semen-stained shorts in the washing machine. Well, I've come this far, I thought, so I might as well see if he's planning anything else. I remembered that as a kid I could come and recover quickly enough to come again, so I didn't want to miss out. I crept back down the hall to take one last look into Megan's room. To my utter astonishment and delight, Bryan was still lying naked on her bed.

This time, however, he had slid forward to the headboard and thrown his legs and buttocks against it. He had bent over so far that his now fully recovered cock was only inches from his own lips. I couldn't tear myself away from the door and watched as he lowered his glans into his mouth. I had tried this many times before and had never gotten closer to my cock. He gently licked the rim of his glans, then grabbed his buttocks and pulled himself forward so that his entire shaft disappeared into his mouth. It was fascinating to watch him suck himself off. He licked and sucked and occasionally gagged, but never removed his cock from his mouth. His erection and balls glistened with his saliva. I had often wondered what it would be like to lick Megan's smooth pussy.

Now I wondered what his beautiful penis would taste like. I desperately wanted to join him on Megan's bed. The two of us at her headboard, our cocks in our mouths. Father and son sucking each other. He began to suck more intensely as his saliva-covered fingers slowly slid between his buttocks. He groaned loudly again, and I can only assume he was massaging or fingering his asshole. I had to use all my self-control not to walk in with my cock in my hand. I could see his tongue circling his stiff penis through his cheek. He was a true master at sucking cocks, even at a young age, even his own.

I began to believe that he had somehow gained access to the laptop where I kept my porn. If so, then he had seen all the boys and men sucking dicks and masturbating. All my incest videos were there too. Families of all ages fucking and sucking.

He started trembling and shaking again, pushing his hard little cock as deep into his mouth as he could. It seemed like he was having another orgasm. Rather than risk being caught in the hallway, I quickly went into our bedroom and shot my second load of the day onto the bathroom shelf. I was so turned on from watching my son that I couldn't resist bending down and licking up all the warm, creamy cum I'd sprayed everywhere. Oh my God, what a revelation to learn firsthand that my son was a horny boy, just like his father.

Well, a week has passed since last Saturday when I saw Bryan playing with his erection and sucking his own little cock. Lisa seems to be enjoying the workouts. Maybe she's getting a stranger's cock, but I doubt it. Ever since she decided to take that promotion, our sex life has gone downhill. She's always too tired or just not in the mood. When we do fuck, I might as well use a Fleshlight. That's fine with me; I've developed other interests.

It's Friday night, and I thought I should give you some more context. My wife apparently lost interest in sex right when mine was reaching its peak. I found it easier to find relief through porn than to try and convince her to suck my cock, let me lick her pussy, or fuck her. I started relying solely on porn to get me going. The more I watched, the less the usual "wham bam, thanks, Mom" porn worked for me. I became more and more focused on cocks and watching them sucked and stroked. I was fascinated by cocks spurting load after load of cum, especially young, smooth ones. I started fantasizing and reading about fathers playing with their children's naked bodies. That turned me on more than any sex I'd ever had. I began to see Bryan and Megan in a completely new light.

Perhaps I should tell you a little more about our family while Lisa is away. My name is Will. I'm 42 years old, 6 feet 1 inch tall, and weigh about 185 pounds. My penis is almost 7 inches long and circumcised. The shaft is straight, and I shave my penis and testicles. I'll describe Lisa once she appears in the story. Megan, as I've told you, is 11 years old. She's about 4 feet 4 inches tall and weighs about 70 pounds. She has dark blonde hair and blue eyes like her mother. Her nipples are just becoming more prominent and look so cute peeking out from under her T-shirts. She doesn't have hips yet, but she has such a cute round bottom, and I imagine she has a cute, shaved pussy. I've already briefly described Bryan, but he's about 4 feet 4 inches tall and weighs about 75 pounds. He has a darker complexion than his sister and dark brown hair and eyes. Through playing so much football, he is slowly developing well-shaped thighs and calves. His buttocks are round and firm.

Tomorrow, when Megan leaves town with her softball team, I'm going to do what I did last week and tell Bryan I'll be gone for a few hours. That should give him plenty of time to get undressed and go back to Megan's room and play with himself again. Hopefully, I'll catch him sucking or fucking Barbie again. OMG... my dick's already getting hard just telling you this! You probably think I'm awful... such a pervert. But you've read this far, so maybe you're interested too?

It's Saturday morning and Megan has just left with her friend to go to the softball game. Bryan is still asleep, of course. I'll leave you a message saying I'm out and will be back later. So don't leave the house until I get back. Oh damn, I'm getting so nervous, but also turned on. This could be a total disaster, but I'm willing to take the risk.

It's been about 30 minutes since I left, and I'm sitting in the Starbucks parking lot drinking coffee. I'm going to call him and ask him to check a part number for me. Actually, I just want to know if he's awake. My pants are open, and the head of my penis is sticking out over the waistband of my boxers. I'm trying not to come, so I just run my finger along the rim of my penis, working my way towards some precum with anticipation.

He's awake and checking the wrong part number in the garage. I told him I'd need a few more hours. That should be enough time for him to start masturbating, and enough time for me to catch him in the act. Damn, I wish you could see how hard my cock is right now! He actually twitched when I was talking to him. I wonder if his little penis was hard too. Was he rubbing it? Was he naked when we were chatting? Oh, I certainly hope so, don't you?

So, here's my plan: I often work shirtless in the garage because it's hot in there. So, I'll take it off first. Then I'll tiptoe up the stairs, get about halfway down the hall, and call out, "Hey Bryan, are you up there?" That won't give him enough time to hide what he's doing before I'm standing in the doorway. Then we'll see how he reacts. That's it. I don't have a plan B. I'll let you know how it goes.

It went much better than I expected. He wasn't in his bedroom, but it looked like someone was in Megan's room again. When I suddenly opened the door to Megan's bedroom, he was standing in front of her mirror, stroking his stiff little penis. His shaft was rock hard, and he was stroking it like a pro. With wide eyes, he turned around, looked at me, and said just one word: "Daddy!!" He quickly tried to cover his hard penis and started to cry. I rushed to him, pulled him close, and hugged him. "It's okay, Bryan, it's okay, you're fine, I'm not mad," I said, smiling. I felt his still-hard penis rub against my leg. At the same time, my penis became hard. Oh, damn, this is exactly what I hoped it would be like. I'm holding his naked body, but now I have to calm him down. I pulled him closer so that his penis
pressed against my hip. I put my hand on his bare buttocks and said, "It's okay, Bryan."

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Aren't you angry with me?" he asked.

“No, of course I’m not mad at you,” I said. “Many boys and even men play with their penises. It feels good, doesn’t it? That’s why we do it.”

"You mean you do it too, Dad? Do you do it often?" I could see the anticipation in his face. He seemed to be hoping I would give the right answer.

“I do, honey. Sometimes I rub my penis, just like you,” I replied. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at me.

Perfect!! I stood up and looked at him so that he was almost at eye level with my waist. Slowly, I began to pull down my shorts. He looked a little confused, but also fascinated.

"You see, Dad has a hard penis now too, just like you... boys are just like that... it's completely natural."

His eyes widened as he stared at my throbbing cock, and he wasted no time, immediately starting to rub his little erection again. The atmosphere instantly became more relaxed when I kicked off my shorts and we both stood naked next to each other. I began rubbing my cock in sync with him.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mhm," was his only answer.

I went to Megan's mirror, where he had been standing when I came in. I gestured for him to sit with me. We stood naked next to each other, looking at ourselves in the mirror while stroking our penises.

"You weren't ashamed, Bryan. Look at us. Two guys rubbing themselves naked against each other because it feels good, right?"

“That’s right, Dad… it feels great,” he replied.

I knelt down so we were at eye level. I took him by the shoulders and turned him towards me. Our hard cocks touched, and it felt like an electric shock. I think he felt it too, judging by the look on his face.

"So, from now on you don't have to hide from me anymore if you want to play with your penis, okay? We can see and touch each other naked if you want. I can show you a few things to make undressing together even more fun. You just can't tell anyone what we do... okay? It has to stay our secret."

After saying that, I jumped onto Megan's bed and patted the mattress next to me, signaling him to sit beside me. He climbed in next to me as I pointedly rubbed my glans. "You know, Bryan, I saw what you did to Barbie last week." Panic was written all over his face. "I know why you did it. Do you want to do it again?"

He seemed torn and embarrassed. "You mean I should... I can do it again, with you here? I want to, but is that really okay? Then pick out a Barbie," he said, poking me in the chest with his finger.

"How about if I were Barbie today?" I asked, looking into his dark brown eyes. I lay down on the bed and gestured for him to climb on top of me. I positioned him so our cocks were touching and placed my hands on his firm buttocks. I tightened my glutes and pressed my cock against his. He understood immediately and began rubbing my cock as well. We instantly found a rhythm and moaned in unison. Our cocks touched, and I felt his small balls roll over my shaft. I leaked enough precum to perfectly lubricate our father-son sex session. I squeezed and massaged his buttocks, which felt so firm, round, smooth, and soft. He had his arms around me, and his head was resting on my chest. I kissed him on the head and said, "Your pee-pee feels so good rubbing against Daddy's." When I said "pee-pee", his pushing became more and more intense and he began to whimper.

He murmured against my chest, "Daddy, pee, cock, feels good, Daddy." I pushed him back and tried my best not to come on him. I wanted him to climax on me. I took my finger and ran it up and down his butt crack. That seemed to excite him, and he lifted his head, looked dreamily into my eyes, and smiled. "Good, Daddy," was all he could say. When my finger finally found his little hole, I massaged it gently. Then he began to tense up, tremble, shake, and thrust into my groin as hard as he could. Damn, it took so much self-control not to ejaculate inside him. I held back my semen because I didn't want to distract him from his first orgasm with me.

He trembled and gasped for what felt like an eternity, then collapsed completely on top of me. His back and ass glistened with sweat from his workout. My cock was still hard as a rock, nestled against his soft belly. I knew he'd recover soon, so I just left him there and gently rubbed his ass.

Okay, I'll pause my story here for a moment. I wrote this while sitting naked at my desk, occasionally reaching down to stroke my cock. I'm incredibly hard right now. Telling you this story is making me really want to jerk off. I'll suppress this urge so I can maintain my tension and continue my story. If you're jerking off while reading, fingering your pussy, or using an anal plug or dildo, please let me know. It helps me keep going.

Bryan slowly awoke from his stupor. "Dad, can I ask you something?" I nodded in agreement and said, "Bryan, you can ask me anything or tell me anything." As if on cue, we both began to stroke our penises and testicles.

"Did you see everything I did in Megan's room last week?" he asked.

"If you mean whether I saw you put your penis in your mouth and lick and suck it, then I most certainly did," I replied.

"Are you mad at me? The boys at school said it's allowed, and sometimes girls do it to you too. Is that true?"

“That’s right,” I said. “Did you do it because you wanted to try it? To see what it felt like? And no, of course I’m not angry with you. On the contrary, I enjoyed watching you. I’ve tried it myself, but I guess I’m too old for it.”

"Wow, Dad, did you try sucking your own penis too, and did you enjoy watching me do it? Well, that's kind of hot and sexy," he said. "But sometimes my back hurts a bit when I do it."

“Yes, I understand why your back hurts. I have an idea how you could feel that way again, without the back pain.” He looked at me, puzzled, as I opened my legs and knelt before him. “Lie on your back, Brian, and I’ll show you what I mean.”

He lay on his back, his hard little penis pointing straight at the ceiling. I lowered my head toward his crotch and gently licked and nibbled at the head. He shuddered and groaned, then closed his eyes. I ran my tongue along the rim of his small penis. Oh God, I couldn't believe I had my nine-year-old son's cock in my mouth. It tasted delicious, and I devoured the entire shaft. I ran my tongue up and down his hard little erection as he groaned and gripped the sheets tightly. Once I had the whole shaft in my mouth, I extended my tongue to lick his smooth balls.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his entire penis and balls in at once. My cock was so hard that a veritable fountain of precum gushed out. I started licking his glans again and ran my tongue over his urethra. He moved his hips and breathed heavily. I placed my hands under his buttocks and squeezed his cheeks as I pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I ran my lips and tongue up and down his stiff penis while my fingers played inside his cleft. He moaned louder now and murmured, "Daddy, oh Daddy, this feels so good. Suck my cock, Daddy." His cock glistened, covered in my saliva. Just like before, when we were having sex, he began to tense up, and his naked body stiffened. He thrashed about as I wouldn't let his cock out of my mouth. I sucked him even harder and stroked his sweet cock with my mouth. His breathing became irregular, and I knew his orgasm was near. He cried out and fucked my face until he collapsed. It was dry semen again, but I was thrilled, knowing I hadn't missed his first shot. I knew there was still a chance that his first time, when he shot out a load of delicious boy juice, would end up in my mouth.

We lay naked next to each other. I was on my back, he was on his side, facing me. I pulled him closer and rubbed his back and buttocks until he recovered. When he came to, he looked up at me shyly and gently touched the head of my penis with his index finger.

“Remember, Bryan, we can’t tell anyone we did that. We have to keep it a secret if we want to do it again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Dad… I know,” he said. Then he added with a smile, “Especially Mom, right?”

"Haha, yes, especially her... but Megan too. She can't possibly know what you're doing with her Barbies on her bed, Bryan."

"But Dad... what if she already knows?"

Chapter 1: A Harsh Confession

Tom and Joyce lay side by side on the bed, the covers thrown back, both their naked bodies sweating. They caught their breath after a hard, long fuck. The sweet, musky scent of his wife's warm cunt still clung to Tom's throbbing cock and balls, rising pleasantly to his nostrils. Joyce lay close to him, flat on her back, her eyes closed, her nipples still hard from the hot energy of their fuck. They didn't fuck as often as they used to. Before their child, before their careers had become so demanding, this kind of intense sex had been a nightly affair. Now it was an occasional thing, once every one or two weeks, sometimes even less often.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" Tom asked. Joyce answered with an unintelligible grunt, her eyes still closed, one arm casually draped across her forehead. She was clearly not quite back to reality, not quite in sync with the orgasm that had transported her mind and body to another time and place. Tom watched him, wrestling with his thoughts. The intensity of their lovemaking had made him feel closer to her than he had in a long time. For the past few months, he'd wondered if they would ever feel this way about each other again. But this powerful sense of reconnection also brought with it a gnawing guilt. He had kept a deep secret from her. As he thought about this secret now, wondering whether he should tell her, and if so, how, his penis stirred. It twitched and became erect. Joyce's left hand found its way to his penis and gently cupped it. She felt and squeezed. Her blue eyes opened and gazed at him meaningfully. "You're getting hard again. What are you thinking about, you?"
"Damn man?"

Tom blushed involuntarily. His wife's words had surprised him. He wondered if this might be an opportunity to tell her what he had been hiding from her. But he wasn't sure. He thought it possible that his wife would accept what he told her without prejudice, but he couldn't be certain. If not, he feared, the consequences could be devastating.

She moved closer to him and kissed him on the bridge of his nose, a gesture that always made him feel like a child. And she knew it.
“Tell me,” she said simply. “No secrets.” And she waited.

Finally, Tom cleared his throat. "So, baby, I really need to tell you something. This isn't, well... easy. But you deserve to know. And I'd like your support in making the decision, um, I mean, in dealing with it. It involves Evan."

“Evan,” she repeated softly. “That boy gets horny. You’d know if you did his laundry. The little stud probably jerks off three times a day and uses those T-shirts as rags. But, um… how does the thought of our son get you hard?”

Tom had to grin briefly at his wife's casual directness about their young son's sexuality, but then he bit his lip as the pensive feelings returned.

After a thoughtful minute, he began. "That's exactly it," he replied. "I know that feeling, I mean, his lust. Last Friday, I came home early from work. I don't think I made much noise when I came in. The door to his room was ajar. I was expecting him from school, so I took a peek inside."

"And?", replied his wife, sitting up now looking visibly interested.

"Well... talking about it is kind of difficult. I mean... it's not the usual thing."

"He's our son, Tom. There's nothing you could say to me that would diminish my love for him. Or you, probably." She grinned slightly to soften the last sentence.

“I know… thank you for saying that, that, um, helps.” Tom hesitated, wondering how to put it into words. He pushed his misgivings aside, took a deep breath, and continued.

When I looked inside, I saw him on his bed. Naked, his clothes, shoes and schoolbooks were lying on the floor.
“Oh God, tell me, Tom!” Joyce encouraged him.

He heard a growing excitement in his wife's voice. It was unexpected, but somehow exactly what he needed to give himself the confidence to continue.

"Um, he was lying on the bed and... he was bent over. I mean, really far, his legs over the bed and his body all curled up. Bent like a hairpin. He was... ahhhh..." Tom felt his mouth go dry, then he felt Joyce's hand caress his penis.

She said nothing, but simply looked at him with her blue eyes. The gentle touch of her hand was enough to convey the words once more. "Tell me."

Tom swallowed. “He didn’t see me. While I was watching, his tongue came out. He was licking the tip of his penis. It was really hard. Small, of course. But very stiff, fully erect. I could hardly believe it. I held my breath. He clasped his hands behind his knees, pulled his penis closer, and started… well, sucking on the tip.”

“Oh my God, that sexy little bastard!” Joyce exclaimed, her words trailing off in a mischievous giggle as her hand squeezed Tom’s shaft even harder. “Only 12, but that boy’s just as horny as his dad!” “Does he really suck his own cock?” Tom groaned at her caress. “Yes,” he replied. His wife’s frank, dirty talk had always loosened his inhibitions.

"What have you done, you dirty daddy? Did it make you this hard? Damn it, tell me what happened!" 

I only watched for a minute, then he let go of his erection and glanced randomly towards the door. He saw me, stared at me, and panicked. His eyes were so wide, he turned so red, he writhed on his side and tried to...
to pull the sheets over himself and hide his face. I thought he was going to cry.

I didn't know what to think as I watched him. It was simply unbelievable and confusing. But in that moment, I felt so sorry for him. I said, 'I'm sorry, little one, I didn't mean to bother you. Hey, boy, don't be ashamed, there's nothing to be ashamed of.' I thought maybe I should leave, but instead, I went to the bed and sat down beside him. I put a hand on his back and stroked it to reassure him that everything was alright. You're a good father, Tom.

"Um, thank you, I'll try. But... there's more."

"More? I'm all ears, sweetie."

Well… we talked for a while. I told him that all boys do that… masturbate and come when they're alone. I told him it's healthy and that I'm proud of how he's growing up. He was still quiet, but eventually he turned around and looked at me. He was still clearly embarrassed.

"Good manners, sweetheart. And?" "Then I noticed something on his chin. And then I could smell it. It was semen, Joyce. I guess he'd already given himself a blowjob, and... when I caught him, he wanted another one right away."

“Oh my God, why is it so hot?” his wife replied. Tom saw the fingers of her right hand now working her moist vulva, while her left hand still occasionally stroked his now quite stiff penis.

“I don’t know, but I think so too, baby,” Tom replied, though he didn’t have to—his wife could feel how aroused she was by the heat in her hand. “I wanted to make him feel like everything was okay, so I asked him if it felt good. His mouth on his cock, I mean. I told him I loved the feeling, maybe there’s nothing better. I told him his mother was doing it for me. He nodded and looked me in the eyes for a moment before looking away. I don’t think he knew about the semen on his chin.”

"Shit, I wish I was there!" Joyce exclaimed breathlessly.

They were silent for a minute while Joyce masturbated them both.

"It went on even further, baby. I mean... I don't know what came over me. I really wanted him to feel good, to feel validated... to feel good."

"What did Daddy do for your little boy, you sexy guy?"

"Well..." Tom took a deep breath. "I told him that if I could suck my own cock like that, I'd probably do it every day."
"You would if I knew you," Joyce giggled.

"Then I asked him... um... I asked him to show it to me. I said, 'Show Daddy your... beautiful cock, son.' He let the blanket slide down, and I saw his cock and his... balls again. They're smooth, baby... completely smooth, hairless, except for a... tiny tuft of silky pubic hair above his cock."

“Shit!” Joyce simply said and rubbed.

"He was still half hard... not quite, but not quite soft either... so... I said we could make him feel really good if he wanted. I asked... if Daddy should do it for him, Joyce. I don't know... what came over me, but I was so... I felt like I was high!"

“Oh my God, Tom, you didn’t!”

"Yes, baby. I did. I licked Evan. I gave our son a blowjob."

He watched Joyce lean back, her eyes narrowed to slits. She rubbed her clit wildly, her left hand, which had left his cock, now shoved two fingers inside her. As he watched, she trembled, twitched, and shuddered… again. He could see her labia gripping her buried fingers as she… came. Her nipples were rock hard, a fresh film of sweat covering her… breasts and forehead. She bit her lip as she recovered from her climax. Tom waited, holding his breath. He thought she might be embarrassed or angry or somehow both when she came to. But she wasn't.

Joyce's eyes opened and met his. "He liked it, didn't he?" she asked softly. Tom nodded.

"And you? Did you enjoy sucking our son's young cock? Did Daddy lick his boy juice? Did it taste good, Tom?" Tom blushed this time. And nodded again. "Damn, my God, that's so hot, you cock-sucker!" she gasped and started stroking again.

Tom was stunned. He'd expected that maybe, just maybe, if he could explain it properly, she might understand in a motherly way. In a way that said, "Boys will be boys." But he never thought his wife would take it like this! His penis was now hard and needed attention, so he started stroking himself while his wife masturbated beside him.

"Is that all you did with him?" Joyce asked, squirting. "Just this one time? How big is his penis?"

“Ten centimeters hard,” Tom answered. “And no,” he admitted. “Twice, when we were home alone before you got back from work, he came to me and asked me to give him a blowjob. So… I did. And, Joyce, I kissed him. He kissed me back. We were making out, like two faggots. It was so hot… I really liked it, baby. And he loved it.”

"Oh my God, this is fucking sexy, kissing our boy, two hot family faggots. God, Tom, I never would have guessed it – but it's... fucking hot!" Tell me – has he given you a blowjob yet?"

Tom shook his head. "I wasn't sure if he wanted that... and honestly, I wasn't sure about anything, whether I should let it continue. I felt really bad because you didn't know, baby."

"Now I know, Tom, thank you!" She wanted to kiss him. They kissed with tongues, like two faggots. Or perhaps like a mother and father who still love and desire each other.

After the kiss, Joyce paused, clearly thinking everything over. Tom waited silently. After a few moments, his wife seemed to have made up her mind.

“I want to see it, Tom,” Joyce declared suddenly. Her voice had that tone of conviction that always came through when she was asserting herself and making a point. Her lower lip jutted out to emphasize her intention… and to make it clear that she wouldn’t budge an inch on this issue.

"I want to be there and see him give himself a blowjob. Even more than that, I want to see you give our boy a blowjob. And I think you absolutely should let him give you one too. I want to see it – father and son taking care of each other's lustful needs. I know it's incest, Tom, but just the thought of it turns me on too much to put into words!"

"Joyce... What if he wants more? I mean, every boy his age would... – almost all of them think about it – want to fuck his mother. Would you be willing to do that?"

"Shit, Tom," Joyce growled. "Just fuck!" And she sank back into the pillow and feverishly worked her wet pussy again with her hand.

Finally, she declared: "Shit, yes, we should both fuck our hot little stallion! If he wants to."

Tom, shaken by his wife's unexpected, explicit declaration of pleasure, felt a sudden orgasm surge through his body. He had been caressing her, but the semen still overwhelmed him. The tingling, hot, electric wave coursed through him, his testicles lifted, and steaming spurts shot from them. Some splashed across his chest; the next stream arched over his wife's hand and stomach, landing with a plop on her erect left nipple. He leaned forward to slurp the blob from her breast, feeling her body tremble in her own violent, intense orgasm.

None of this had been expected, and her excitement remained unbroken even after she ejaculated.

~~~

Joyce had been incredibly aroused when Tom admitted earlier in the week to giving her young son oral sex. She was fascinated by the image of her son writhing and sucking his own penis when his father interrupted. Over the next few days, Joyce asked Tom to repeat the story five or six times, fingering her vagina as he did so. Immediately afterward, the two had a passionate sucking and fucking session.

After such an episode on Friday night before bed, Joyce openly hinted that she would like to watch young Evan masturbate. She had already made it clear how much the idea aroused her of one day watching her son and husband perform oral sex on each other. This conversation had sparked another round of sweaty, lustful sex between the man and woman.

After they had sex, Joyce kissed her husband for a while and then fell asleep. When she woke up and looked at the alarm clock, she realized she must have slept for about an hour. The bed next to her was empty. No Tom. Her lips curled into an expectant, lustful smile as she suspected where her husband was. In the days since she had admitted to giving his son oral sex several times, her husband seemed to have tapped into a wellspring of new sexual energy. For the first time in their marriage, Joyce wasn't sure if she could keep up with her husband's sexual needs. In recent days, he seemed to get hard and full again within minutes of coming in her mouth or vagina. She had even caught him masturbating several times in bed before their lovemaking in the evenings.

It had to be the result of Tom and Evans's little incestuous tryst, she concluded. She'd never before sensed more than a faint hint from her husband that he might be bisexual, but the taste he'd gotten from Evans's young cock had obviously stirred something deep inside him. Joyce grinned to herself, and her clitoris twitched. She suspected that Tom was bisexual at that moment. She wanted to join in. They both knew that she'd given him—well, both of them, father and son—permission. But until then, she wasn't sure he'd be ready to act on it. Her nipples hardened as she stood naked from the bed.

She draped one of her husband's flannel shirts loosely around her shoulders. Unbuttoned. Tom wasn't in the bathroom. She bit her lip, her excitement rising. She tiptoed lightly down the hall toward Evan's room. The glow of a soft light revealed that the bedroom door was ajar. She paused to listen. Wet sucking sounds reached her ears, then a soft, muffled moan that she knew came from her husband. Evan was so young that his voice still sounded like a child's and was incapable of producing the animalistic growl she had just heard. But the soft, delighted squeal that followed—that was Evan, she smiled lasciviously.

She was already touching her cunt, which was glowing and slippery, just from her thoughts and the sounds. She moved closer until her gaze, through the narrow crack of the open door, found the right angle to the bed. There was her husband's buttocks, facing her, looking creamy, large, and muscular in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His knees were on the floor, his head bobbing. Over his shoulders, she saw her son's smooth legs, bent backward, away from her. And there, between them, was Evans's head, his auburn hair tousled. Their foreheads were almost touching, and the boy was bobbing in an even more deliberate rhythm than his father's.

"Jesus Christ," she thought to herself. "Evan's giving herself a blowjob, and Tom's helping! Holy shit!" She moved her fingers even more intensely on her now throbbing clitoris. "Fucking cock-sluts!"

She heard Tom's voice, low and quiet, but clearly tense. "Good boy, Evan. Suck that cock, son. Let Daddy make your balls nice while you suck on your sweet load, baby." She could see Evan's lips encircling well over halfway down his small, stiff shaft as he worked hard to suck. She heard her little son grunt in response to his father's words. She watched as the back of her husband's head sank a little lower and heard her son gurgling around his cock. Tom's body twisted slightly, and now she could see her husband's hand caressing his own hard cock—so long and thick, so much bigger than her little son's, its base embedded in thick, golden-brown pubic hair with middle-aged gray strands.

"Oh my God," she thought, "he's licking Evans' asshole!" She licked her fingers and stimulated her clitoris even more intensely while watching the incestuous couple from the doorway. The two men were too engrossed in their lustful lovemaking and dirty talk to notice her.

Her jaw dropped as she watched her husband and son merge together in intense, incestuous heat. Evans' lips parted as he gasped audibly. His lips barely grazed the moist tip of the stiff young penis, a thread of saliva still connecting them, when she heard his voice, soft and strained, but clear. "Daddy! Papa, I'm doing it. I'm doing it, it's so close!"

“Good boy! This is my boy. Get that load of sperm, baby,” she heard her husband reply. She could hardly believe it as Tom rose to his knees, his right hand vigorously stroking his penis, and closed his lips around Evans. From her perspective, she saw their lips melt together, and she could see Tom’s tongue plunge deep into her son’s mouth. It was clearly not their first kiss, just as Tom had said. Joyce almost cried out involuntarily with pleasure as she watched her husband’s tongue leave Evans’s mouth and glide over the boy’s small, smooth glans.

The boy gasped as his father took the small penis between his fingers, stroked it, licked the glans once more, and guided it back between the boy's lips. Then Evan began to bob again, sucking his own cock with all his might. Joyce shifted slightly to get a better angle as her husband's glans sank deeper. She watched as Tom's tongue lengthened and, with loving ease, licked Evan's smooth, bare, hairless, and only slightly drooping testicles.

She almost came on her hand when she saw her husband's pink tongue slide deeper again. Tom's cock stood out long and hard, rubbing against the edge of the bed, but it wasn't being stroked now because he had one hand on each of their son's thighs, flipping the Evan back onto himself so the boy could take more of his own cock in his mouth. Tom lay low, nestled between smooth, soft, young buttocks, licking his son's asshole again. His buttocks hollowed as his tongue penetrated deeper into the boy. She heard Tom's voice, deep and rough, but clear, lustful as it always was when he was on the verge of his own orgasm. "Suck that cock, slut. Do it for Daddy. Eat the little boy's cum, little one!"

Joyce moaned loudly as orgasm washed over her body. Three fingers were inside her, and her other hand caressed her wildly throbbing clit. Her boys were too engrossed in their incestuous relationship to hear her. Her vision blurred, her body convulsing in waves of deep heat, but she saw her son begin to swallow, his throat working, his legs trembling as his balls emptied. She saw Tom's head pull back as he roared and rose to his feet. His shoulders, chest, and thighs glistened with sweat in the lamplight. He was now straddling their young son, furiously jerking off his hard cock. He growled, "Fuck yeahhhh, baby boy," and she saw his buttocks clench as his thick, warm semen spurted out, spraying all over the face, chest, crotch, and ass of the still-coming Evan. The last thing Joyce remembered before she passed out was her son's pale, perky little bottom rolling back onto the bed, his legs relaxing forward and spreading wide as his father's long torso slumped over him. They kissed again. Even from the doorway, she could smell men's sweat and strong semen. She remembered how intimate, slippery, and warm Tom's semen must be, sticky between their naked, sweaty bodies. Evans's softening cock would roll warmly against his father's stomach. Mmmmmmm…

Alex was openly bisexual. He loved women, loved their bodies and how they felt in his hands, loved thrusting his swollen penis into a hot pussy. He also had a predilection for the feeling of a stiff cock in his hands and for licking and sucking it until he finally received a gush of hot semen. Alex was very sexual from a young age. He played with animals' penises and vaginas whenever he could. He didn't know what he was doing until one day, when he was ten, a precocious five-year-old showed him how it was done. The five-year-old happened to be a neighbor boy, and that's how Alex learned about anal sex. It wasn't until he was twelve that Alex learned what a blowjob was. He and a friend masturbated each other several times before the friend offered to suck Alex's cock if Alex sucked his. Alex didn't know what that meant, but he was willing when it came to his cock. His friend was more than happy to show himself, and Alex was determined from then on.

Today, Alex was vacationing high in the Rocky Mountains at a lake he had identified on a satellite image, enjoying the fresh air and gentle breeze. There was no road to the lake, and Alex had spent a strenuous day working his way up there. He had climbed along sheer cliffs and fought his way through the undergrowth, sometimes pulling himself up onto the branches. He was in a kind of bowl, with mountains on three sides of a small lake, about 8,000 square meters in size, and a small stream that wound its way across a meadow to the edge of the bowl, where the water plunged over a 30-meter drop into a pond below.

Given the difficulty of the climb, it was no wonder Alex decided to take a short nap upon arrival. Finding old, scattered, fire-blackened stones that suggested others had been there sometime in the distant past, Alex decided to claim the spot for himself. He pitched his tent, gathered the stones in a fire pit, got the fire going, and spread his sleeping bag out on the grass in the sun. Alex then undressed, took a quick dip in the lake to wash off sweat and dirt, lay down on his sleeping bag, and fell asleep. When Alex awoke from his nap, he held his penis in his hand and slowly stroked it.

He simply lay there for a while, enjoying it as he gradually became more awake. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up at the clouds, then at the treetops. His gaze then drifted to a large rock nearby and stopped abruptly. He stared for a few seconds, blinked rapidly, and looked again. There were four tiny, humanoid beings on the rock, looking up at him. They were no more than 15 to 20 centimeters tall and all appeared female. Upon closer inspection, Alex could see that they had translucent wings, beautifully colored in the bright sunlight. Each of them wore a thigh-length garment made of a very gossamer-thin material.

After a minute of mutual study, one of them spoke to him, though the voice seemed to be coming from his own head. The creature's voice was melodious and filled him with a feeling akin to joy.

“I am Marin, the guardian of these holy sites and mediator for my people. It has been many hundreds of years since we last saw one of you. Long ago, pilgrims came here seeking power for their people, but it has been a long, very long time since the last one came. Their skin was darker than yours, and their clothing was made of leather. What are you doing here?”

Alex could only say what was on his mind. "I came to get away, to be alone. I need to know – what are you?"

The laughter of the four creatures sounded to Alex like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. Marin replied, "We are the Pariyan, the guardians of this sacred place. There is a portal to our world nearby. We have been here for a very long time, and sometimes pilgrims come to visit us to gain power they can share with their people. These are Shailyn, Elida, and Kelpie. Each of them possesses a special power, a unique gift. Are you seeking these powers?"

Alex was understandably confused. "I only came for the peace and quiet. Peace and quiet. Clean air. What forces are you talking about?"

Marin pointed to the others in turn. "Shailyn can bestow the power of endurance and abundance. Your member will remain erect for as long as you desire, and the quantity of your fluids will be great." Shailyn was taller than the other three and had long, flowing black hair.

"Elida can bestow the power of desire. Your fluids will bring happiness and joy to everyone who touches them. Everyone who lies with you will remember that time as a time of great satisfaction." Elida had short brown hair and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Kelpie is a helper, a link between the spirit world and here. She has the power to prepare your body for the gifts." Kelpie had long blond hair and a very serious demeanor. She had watched Alex intently during the conversation, as if she could read his thoughts.

Alex looked at Marin. "And you?" he asked. "What is your power?"

Marin replied: “My power is the greatest of all, and the one that can be most easily abused. I can fill someone with an aura that makes it almost impossible to refuse. If you decide to sleep with someone, it will be difficult for them to refuse. I have heard from some other pilgrims who have returned that there are also other effects previously unknown to the Pariyan.”

Alex thought about everything he had just heard, considered how he lived, and then asked, "Would you share these powers with me?" 

Marin nodded briefly, then turned to the others and made a sound that reminded Alex of a meadowlark's song. She clapped her hands once, and they all dropped their robes and flew over to Alex, who was still sitting on his sleeping bag. They hovered naked above him and began to sing as they flew in an intricate pattern over and around him. As they flew, Alex finally noticed that each of them had a hard penis, quite large for their size.

Marin finally broke the pattern and hovered in front of Alex's face. "Lie back," she commanded. Alex propped himself up on his elbows again, watching the group flying around him, then let himself fall back completely, finally lying down. Marin landed softly on his chest, her erect penis pointed directly at his face. "Kelpie will prepare you now. Don't be alarmed."

Kelpie landed on his stomach and then stretched out her two small hands to gently touch Alex's penis. Alex became hard almost instantly, and Marin nodded in approval. Kelpie wrapped her arms around his swollen penis and began to sing, gently rubbing her naked body and hard penis against Alex's. Shailyn and Elida continued flying, accompanying Kelpie's singing. The three of them together produced a beautiful sound. Alex felt his penis almost hurt, and he looked down at how it was growing. Physically growing! Alex already had what he considered to be an above-average-sized penis, but now it was getting longer and thicker.

Alex's head was spinning, and the song that had been sung seemed to echo in his skull. The song ended, and Shailyn landed between Alex's thighs, pushing them apart and upward. Alex hadn't thought she had the strength for that, but then he realized she was only encouraging him, and he spread his legs and lifted his knees in response. Then Shailyn began to touch Alex's anus, causing a tingling sensation that made him gasp with pleasure. He lifted his legs further to feel her touch more intensely. Then Shailyn inserted her penis into Alex's wrinkled asshole and began to gently fuck him. As she fucked him, she gently massaged his scrotum, sometimes cupping it softly. His testicles tingled as Shailyn worked her magic. Alex shuddered at the wonderful sensation of the tiny penis inside his ass, thinking it felt bigger than it actually was.

Around the same time Alex had this sensation, Elida took the bulbous tip of Alex's penis in her hands and guided her small penis toward his opening. Alex hadn't seen it coming, but he felt her penetrate him. It didn't feel bad, and as she worked him, he enjoyed it more and more. He began to thrust forward toward her at the same time.

Marin touched Alex's cheek, getting his attention. "You have to drink my fluid. Spread your lips." Alex spread his lips slightly so Marin could slide her small penis between them, and she began to fuck him as well. Alex pursed his lips and sucked—Alex knew how to suck a cock.

So Alex now had a fairy tail in his ass, one in his cock, and one in his mouth, and he found he was thoroughly enjoying it. His cock throbbed with every heartbeat, his balls churned in her sack, and he could feel Elida's tiny penis thrusting into his inviting peehole. Shailyn's cock was tickling Alex's prostate, something Alex didn't have time to think about. Kelpie's full-body massage was far superior to any handjob he'd ever had. All these sensations were on the verge of climax. Literally.

It began with Shailyn exploding inside his ass, her semen spilling over his prostate, sending a surge of energy through Alex's stomach. Next, Elida shot her load into his throbbing cock, sending the most wonderful sensations gushing up and down. Kelpie had her own orgasm, causing her hot fluid to spread between them as she pressed against his swollen shaft. Finally, Marin shot her load into his mouth, sending a wave of warmth through his entire body. As everything subsided and the three fairies withdrew their penetrative members, Alex looked down at Shailyn. He was surprised to see a pencil-sized penis that seemed incredibly large on her petite frame. It shrank quickly, and Alex wondered how much it had already shrunk before he'd even seen it. Marin knelt on his chest, studying him, while the other three fairies gathered in a semicircle around them.

“You will now experience the powers we have given you. In return for this power, we ask only one thing of you,” Marin explained.

"What is it?" asked Alex.

“We ask for your fluids,” Marin replied. “The fluid of men of your kind can nourish us. For many hundreds of years, pilgrims have done this for us, keeping us alive and active. It has been a long time since we last drank it. If you wear it on your body, we will drink it, and that will keep us alive for many more years. It was easy for us when medicine men or shamans came every warm season, but we haven’t seen anyone for a long time.”

Before Marin had finished speaking, Alex began to caress himself. He was still hard and throbbing, and he thought he should be able to come soon. The fairies all flew away and began to sing again, this time to a different melody. As they saw Alex's body approaching orgasm, the song became faster and more intense. Alex's whole body tingled, as if he were covered in fine hairs and standing in a gentle breeze.

As Alex finally began to ejaculate, the fairies ended their song with a single, triumphant note. Alex's body convulsed with the intensity of his orgasm, and the amount of semen was greater than he had ever experienced before. He thought he had ejaculated more than a full cup, which completely overwhelmed him. The semen ran down his chin to his navel.

The fairies pounced on him and began licking and slurping up his semen. Alex released his still-throbbing penis and watched. The fairies licked everything off his body, leaving him feeling as if he were covered in mint oil. When the fairies were finished, they rose back into the air, their movements much more aroused.

Marin stopped and hovered in front of Alex, who had sat up to watch her.

"You will find that you now have control over your own reactions. If you exert yourself, you can stiffen in an instant. You can determine how much fluid leaks out and even when. Use these powers wisely, and you will find that your life will improve enormously. Abuse these powers, and you will regret it forever."

Alex nodded gloomily. "I'll remember that," he replied.

Marin smiled gently at him. "And don't forget: We're so glad you're back. If you like, come visit us again next time it's warm. We'll exchange gifts again."

Another gentle smile, which quickly faded as she continued: “But be warned. Do not share the source of your newfound power with anyone. Should your people learn of the source of your power and appropriate it, we will leave and close the portal behind us forever.”

“As you wish,” Alex confirmed.

“If you leave,” Marin began, “we will lead you to a hidden path that will make your next visit easier. Go whenever you want, we will be watching you.”

Alex spent a few more days there and then packed his things, reflecting on what had happened. He experimented with his penis and discovered that he could actually get an erection within seconds of thinking about it. He tried to make himself ejaculate just by thinking about it, but he couldn't until he had at least briefly stroked himself. He found that the pleasurable sensations of his orgasms didn't diminish. As Alex finally finished packing and was about to leave, the four fairies suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Are you leaving us now?" Marin asked. Alex nodded in agreement. "It's time for me to return to my people."

He smiled inwardly, thinking how, in the few days he'd been there, he'd picked up the speech patterns of these little creatures. "I'd like to ask you a favor before I go," he said. Marin gestured for him to move on. "Could I try your liquids again before I leave?" Alex asked hopefully. The fairies laughed, a melodious giggle filling the air. Marin smiled understandingly but shook her head. "Drinking my liquid again so soon after drinking it wouldn't be good for you. It could lead to situations that would change your life in terrible ways. No, choose one of them," she said, gesturing to the other fairies. "They'd be happy to do that for you," Marin concluded with a wink.

Alex looked at the other three fairies, who had quickly shed their clothes. Their penises were beginning to harden with anticipation. Alex's gaze flickered from one to the next, scrutinizing each one. His indecisiveness was palpable until Marin, with a peal of laughter, said, "If you're having trouble choosing one, perhaps you'd like to drink from them all?"

A smile spread across Alex's face, then he laughed. "You can read minds now? Yeah, I think I'd like that." His gaze swept over her again, and then he said, "Hey, Kelpie. May I drink from you?"

“With pleasure, friend,” Kelpie replied, flying toward him. Alex extended his palm, and she gently alighted upon it. Alex lifted her and began licking her penis, then sucked it between his lips. He sucked gently, moving his head in small movements. Kelpie moved her hips to the rhythm of Alex’s bobbing, then placed her small hands on his cheeks and began to rub them, humming a little tune. After a few seconds, Alex’s head began to spin a little, but in a rather uplifting way. He sucked harder, causing Kelpie’s melody to skip a beat before resuming. It wasn’t long before Kelpie squirted a sweet-tasting fluid into Alex’s mouth, and as the liquid entered Alex’s bloodstream, he realized he understood the nature of these little creatures, and Marin’s story about the Pilgrims suddenly made sense.

When Kelpie was finished, she slowly withdrew from Alex's mouth. Alex licked her throbbing penis a few more times and then laid his head back. Kelpie leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, then jumped into the air with a backflip and returned to her place next to the others.

As Alex recovered from his sudden understanding, he looked at Shailyn and Elida with new eyes. From the looks he received, he realized they knew about his dawning realization and welcomed it. "Elida, may I have a drink?" Alex asked, repeating his earlier request.

Elida replied to Kelpie: “With pleasure, friend.”

Alex reached out again, and Elida landed on it, barely more sensitive than a down feather. Alex pulled her closer to his head and licked her as he had Kelpie. Then he licked down between her legs, tickling her tiny scrotum, before licking back up to the tip of her penis. Elida let out a loud, musical note that made the other fairies giggle. As Alex took her in his mouth and began to suck, Elida hummed her own little tune and thrust into his mouth. Alex wrapped his tongue around her small penis like a tube each time he entered his mouth. Elida crouched in his mouth, her head tilted back and her eyes closed, as she hummed.

Elida lasted longer than Kelpie, but Alex didn't mind. He just kept sucking and sucking. Elida suddenly stopped humming, and her eyes opened to meet Alex's gaze. Then her penis exploded, spraying a sweet, light fluid that made Alex think of "glitter" when it touched his mouth. As before, he had a sudden insight, but this time it was about how to focus to control his erections and ejaculations.

Elida dripped into Alex's mouth, and like Kelpie before her, she slowly withdrew her tiny penis. She stood in Alex's palm, her eyes fixed on his, then her gaze turned shy, and she suddenly laughed, clapped once, and scurried away, disappearing in an instant before suddenly reappearing next to Shailyn.

Alex pressed his palms together and then lowered them. His eyes dipped to take them in briefly, then he looked up at Shailyn. "Shailyn, may I drink from you?" Shailyn looked at Alex with a gentle, knowing gaze. "With great pleasure, friend."

For the last time, Alex reached out his hand, and Shailyn landed on it. Her penis was larger than the others, though still very small. Alex licked her penis, licking the tip a few times with his tongue, then down to her testicles and back up again. Once more his tongue licked downwards, but this time he curved the tip between her legs and stroked her tiny anus.

Shailyn let out a vibrating trill as Alex's tongue tickled her highly sensitive anus. Alex forced his tongue further between her legs, licking her barely perceptible sphincter and spreading her legs wider and wider. Shailyn's wings fluttered a few times as she tried to maintain her balance, but finally she leaned back on Alex's hand and spread her legs wide.

Now Alex felt right at home. He licked and teased Shailyn's anus, sucked on her steadily growing penis, and did everything he could to her. Finally, he began to suck steadily on her penis, and she thrust against him from behind. Her penis did indeed grow until it was almost five centimeters long and about the diameter of a pencil. Alex sucked steadily, then paused to lick her balls and ass again before continuing to suck. Shailyn finally thrust into Alex's mouth, unleashing a small gush of delicious fluid over his tongue. Alex felt rejuvenated by Shailyn's juices, refreshed, and clearer-headed than ever before. The final piece of the puzzle fell into place. Alex finally understood everything about this place and marveled at it.

He stopped sucking and this time was the one who slowly withdrew, letting Shailyn's slowly shrinking penis slide out between his lips.
Shailyn looked at him with a clear gaze, then sat up in his palm. The two exchanged a brief glance before Alex quickly stuck out the tip of his tongue and brushed it against one of Shailyn's nipples. Shailyn began to sing, leaped into the air, and zoomed off. Her singing faded quickly once she was out of earshot. A moment later, she returned to her place with the others, and all four fairies hovered in the air, looking at Alex.

Marin smiled at Alex and nodded. "Well done. No one before you has ever known what you've learned here in just a few days. You're the first to discover that these three possess different powers when their fluids are extracted in this way. You now understand what only the Pariyan before you had. You can now join us, which would give you additional responsibility if you wish."

Alex stood up. "May I think about it before I decide?" he asked.

“Of course,” Marin replied. “We don’t force anyone. You can take as much time as you need to decide.”

Alex nodded briefly. "Thank you, Marin. I would like to accept your offer, but I need to be sure first. I will return to my people and spend some time among them. I will come back in the next warm season, and then you will know my decision."

"All right," said Marin. "As I said, we'll accompany you for the first part and show you a way that will make the journey easier."

The fairies led Alex from the hollow in the mountains that housed their sacred ground, singing an uplifting melody as they did so. After they left, Alex descended the mountain and never felt tired. His legs seemed to have unlimited stamina, and his heart never beat above its resting rate. He didn't even break a sweat on the descent. Alex was unaware of this and seemed to take it for granted. He had a lot to do once he was back in the city.

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These mist-shrouded mountains are now my home. I sighed deeply and stared gloomily at them through the classroom window. I saw my blurry reflection and noticed that, for once, my red curls had actually stayed put. I also realized that this shirt might have shown a bit too much cleavage, but there wasn't much I could do about that now. I couldn't help it that my breasts seemed to have grown a whole cup size overnight.

It was my third day at this new school, and I'd never felt so alone. I was trying my best and had managed to hang out with the popular clique, but we still felt like outsiders. At my old school, I hadn't even come close to hanging out with the popular girls, but somehow, the fact that people were interested in me here had awakened something in me.

“Miss Miller?” I heard something vague in the distance that jolted me out of my reverie. I quickly looked around and realized the teacher had asked me something. I must have missed it, because when I asked a simple “What?” the whole class started giggling. “I asked you what was so interesting about our windows.” “I’m… I…” I stammered, but then I realized this could be a pivotal moment. So I tried a witty remark and said, “I was admiring the paint job on the frame. I was wondering… has Stevie Wonder started a new career?” More giggles and laughter erupted around me. Good! But judging by Mr. Garcia’s expression, he wasn’t amused. After a few seconds, he said, "You can talk to the caretaker about it after class if it's so important to you. But at this school, we pay attention during class. Since you're new here, you might not know how things work yet. Now you do. Consider this your first and last warning."

I nodded resignedly. He knew I was striking a pose, but I was pleased by the appreciative murmurs around me. A few minutes later the bell rang, and I grabbed my book and my backpack.

“Hey, Red! That was really cool,” said Shannon, the most popular girl in our class, as we left the classroom.

“Thank you. His lessons are so boring,” I replied, careful not to say anything stupid in her presence.

A simple nod from Shannon was all I got when she waved to a hot athlete who walked past us on the way to the cafeteria. I was afraid I'd blown it. But once the athlete was out of sight, she said, "Hey! Come join us!" and I felt a little more confident.

I was still waiting to see what the ladies were serving for lunch, so I grabbed my pretty pink Yeti lunch bag from my locker and was able to sit down at Shannon's table. It didn't surprise me to see her sitting in the middle with the other girls clustered around her. But when she saw me coming, her face lit up, and she patted the seat next to her.

“Girls, this is…”, said Shannon, looking at me expectantly.

"I am Emma."

"You won't believe what she did in Garcia's class!"

She started bragging and telling everyone how cool I was, but her friends' reactions were so over-the-top and affected that I had to restrain myself from snorting and answering them several times. I was being looked at, and I knew I had to accept it. For now.

I tuned out as they constantly gossiped about people I didn't know and put Shannon on a pedestal. It just wasn't my thing. I always thought I wanted to hang out with the cool girls, but they were anything but cool. They were annoying and unbearable. The fact that I saw through them so quickly after meeting them meant they were in a league of their own on the unbearableness scale. Two tables away, I found a nice distraction, something for my real interests. I was checking out a hot guy playfully wrestling with his friend, both of them showing a bit of skin between their shirts and pants. I'd just noticed they were both wearing Under Armour boxers when my attention was drawn back to the girls' conversation. "No joke!" Keira said, pausing like a true drama queen. "Some eighth-year girls pushed him into the girls' locker room!" "And he was naked?" " asked one of the other girls, putting her hand over her mouth."

"Yep! Naked as the day he was born."

„Oh, wow …“

“Yes… My little sister was there and saw everything. She looked for me… at my locker and couldn’t stop talking about it.”

“Did she have his… you know?” asked one of the girls I didn’t know, blushing bright red.

“He tried to hide it, but when he tried to run away, he slipped, fell, and… showed everything,” Keira said, pausing dramatically again and looking at everyone at the table individually before continuing. “My sister… said he was big… down there. At least 5 inches and pretty thick. And… the rest of him looked pretty good, in her opinion, too. Muscular and… firm.”

There was a collective nod and murmur around me as I imagined a naked boy lying on the changing room floor. I really felt sorry for him, but the thought of a naked boy with a large penis gave me butterflies in my stomach.

"Damn it!" said Shannon. "He may be a grade below us, but I wouldn't have minded seeing that."

They giggled and chatted about him a bit more, but I wasn't interested anymore. That image in my head of a naked boy lying on the floor took me back to a few months ago.

* * *

I was still trying to process what Dad had told us the night before. He'd said he'd gotten a promotion, and as a result, we'd have to move within a little over a month. I quickly realized there was no point in arguing; the decision had already been made. And boy, was I mad! But what bothered me most was that Ryan and I would have to break up. For me, dating Ryan last month had been like winning the lottery. He was the hottest guy in our class, and I'd just decided to lose my virginity to him. Until Dad delivered the bad news.

We had just over a month until our departure, but I had imagined us spending an evening alone together, having sex, with a bath, candles, nice music, and Ryan and I making love tenderly. That would require some planning, but this stupid thing has ruined it for me!

And there we were. His father was away for the afternoon, and Ryan had persuaded me to come over. We kissed passionately, and Ryan's hands were under my shirt, massaging my breasts, which felt amazing. But when he lifted my shirt and unhooked my bra, I knew it was happening. I was about to lose my virginity, and I was suddenly incredibly nervous! My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my hands were shaking. I only realized this when Ryan told me to undress.

He lifted his shirt as he said this, and I was a little disappointed by his underdeveloped chest. Without a shirt, he didn't look as hot as most of us girls had imagined. He had a charming and sexy face, but as he undressed further, I realized that was all. The bulge in his underwear was clearly visible, but only because his erection was forming a tent in it.

I was hoping he'd romantically undress me, but I didn't think that would happen, so I took off my pants and panties myself. I'd already given up on the idea of candles and all that. He didn't even have music on. 

I lay down naked on his bed, feeling somewhat exposed, but I tried to remain calm, my gaze fixed on him as he neatly folded his clothes and laid them aside. He quickly dropped his boxer shorts, and his barely ten-centimeter-long erection sprang out. The thick bush above and around it made it look even smaller. As he took the few steps toward the bed, I watched him intently, amazed by his stiffness. He barely moved as he took his steps.

He looked me up and down and said, "You look good, Emma," as he crawled onto the bed and between my legs. But the way he said it seemed a little forced, maybe even compulsive. I knew he wasn't a virgin anymore—at least he'd told me and anyone else he could brag to—so I assumed it was normal to talk like that during sex. He laid his body on top of mine, and I felt the tip of his penis touch the outside of my vagina.

I was so nervous in that moment that I almost forgot to breathe. Ryan looked at me and asked, "Ready?" Was I ready? I wanted to do it, but shouldn't we do something first? Wasn't I allowed to touch his hard cock? Didn't he want to touch my pussy? I liked touching my pussy, so why wouldn't a guy want that? What about a blowjob? I'd never done one before, but didn't he want one? My pussy wasn't even that wet yet. I was usually wetter when I wanted to touch myself than I was at that moment. So, was I ready? I didn't know.

All I could do was nod. Ryan immediately started probing. It took him several tries, but finally he found my entrance. The tip of his penis slid between my labia and penetrated me. It felt incredibly good as my vagina tightened around him and I entered him for the first time in my life. But then came the pain... With a sudden, powerful thrust, Ryan tried to push his penis all the way in.

“Ouch!” I groaned and pressed against his chest.

He looked at me as if I was doing something wrong. But a fake smile appeared on his face as he tried to reassure me, saying, "Don't worry, baby. It always hurts at first. It'll feel good in a minute."

Looking back, I should have listened to my heart and ended it right away. But I didn't want to disappoint Ryan and be accused of having been a
to be a penis freak. So I gave him a slight nod, and Ryan began to...
to pull it out. As he withdrew, I felt the stinging again, but it was much weaker now. I knew it wasn't my hymen because I had removed it a few weeks ago with a hairbrush so it wouldn't hurt so much.

I just wasn't wet enough. Sure, I was nervous, but not scared. My pussy was still relatively dry, I guess, and he kept pulling and thrusting. Maybe we should have taken our time… When Ryan pulled out, he slid completely out and had to poke around a few times before he was back in the right place. But he did it with such force that it actually hurt a little. And when he found my entrance, he thrust in hard again, and the stinging was instantly back. He quickly found his rhythm and started moving back and forth. They were small, bunny thrusts. But the good thing was that it didn't hurt me too much.

The pain had mostly subsided; his cock had finally brought my wetness up from the inside, and when I looked at his face, his eyes were closed and he was beginning to moan. I remember taking that as a good sign. It must mean he was almost finished. And sure enough, a few moments later he grunted and thrust all the way inside me. He did it again with such force that I felt that pain again. But before I could fully grasp it, his cock began to thrash, and I felt his semen leave his body and enter mine.

He was panting heavily, and all I wanted to do was push him away and get dressed. If that's what sex meant, I didn't want it. But before I could do anything, he started kissing me, and I had to kiss him back. He must have sensed something was wrong because he broke the kiss and looked at me with a knowing smile.

"Don't worry, baby. After a few times, you'll get better too."

I nodded and forced myself to smile back. We got dressed quickly, and that was it. In the afternoon, I felt some of his semen leak out of me, and my mother looked at me questioningly when I announced,
to take a shower. During the shower, I thought back to it… to losing my virginity. To finally having sex for the first time. The beginning was awful, and I knew Ryan was a selfish guy, but not all guys could be.

And once he got going, it didn't feel so bad at all, so I recognized the potential. My only regret was that my first time was with him and not with someone I really meant something to.

– End of Part 1 –

The sun was high on this beautiful June day. Madison Dawson and her husband, Larry, had come to this beautiful, secluded piece of land at the invitation of Madison's sister, Jillian, to visit her and her family during their vacation in this picturesque spot. Shortly after their wedding, their sister's family had discovered and purchased this large, rustic property in the countryside. It was not only nestled in the middle of a beautiful forest but also bordered a large freshwater lake. The land was owned by three families, each owning a third of the lake. Although the families got along well, only Jillian's family was currently using the property.

Although Madison's husband, Larry, asked for company, he decided to stay in the Maxwells' large cabin and drink beer around the campfire with her brother-in-law, Bill. So Madison decided to hike down to the shore and sunbathe by the lake. The walk was beautiful. The countryside was lovely, the air was fresh, and apart from the sounds of nature, everything was peaceful. Madison felt she could live there year-round if her husband would only want her to. Aside from taking the time to drink and laze around, he didn't really like that kind of life. Oh well. When Madison finally reached the lake's edge, she paused to admire its majesty.

There were docks with motorboats belonging to all three families, but they were all moored, and nothing disturbed the tranquility of the water except the splashing waterfowl. She loved that places like this still existed, untouched by loggers and developers. It was always a joy to come to this private lake; she only wished it were hers alone. Madison spread out her beach blanket, towel, and tote bag, took off her white tank top, and put on her light brown khaki shorts.

When she realized this might be her only chance to get a natural tan without streaks, she decided to take off her bikini. Naked, she pulled out her sunscreen, but feeling uncomfortable, she dropped it onto her beach towel as she decided to swim nude. The sensation of being exposed to the sun and wind gave her goosebumps, especially since she hadn't done anything so daring in years. With no one around... why not take advantage of the opportunity?

Madison walked onto the Maxwells' dock until she was halfway to the edge, then ran to the edge, jumped into the air, and plunged into the water like a cannonball before falling in. She hit the water with a splash and was soon submerged in the lake. The water was cool, but not freezing. Being completely naked in the water sent a thrill of pleasure through her body. The idea of being naked in public and being seen by everyone was exciting.

Madison broke the surface of the water and swam back to shore until it was shallow enough for her to stand upright. She waded out until the water was just below her trimmed pubic hair. For a long time, she had actually shaved it completely, but that was when her husband was constantly giving her oral sex. That was years ago. Since he had stopped, Madison had been shaving it down to a sort of landing strip. Knowing she would be spending most of the outing in a bikini (or so she thought), she was freshly shaved and trimmed. Her fingers brushed against the freshly cut hair, and she thought about how much it made her feel like a real woman.

She reached up from her pussy and cupped her breasts, gently twisting her nipples and letting out a soft, lustful purr as she felt them harden from her touch and the cool air. Her twisting sent a sensation of pleasure through her body and back down to her pussy. Madison felt really naughty and let her fingers slide from her breasts down her body until she reached her wet cunt. Slowly, she ran them over her labia, becoming very aroused.

As she began to feel cold, she waded back into the water until it reached her neck. Her fingers resumed their task once her body had adjusted to the temperature. With a light, gentle motion, Madison's right hand moved lower, stroking her mons pubis until her fingers once again caressed her pubic hair before finally reaching her core. 

“Mmmmmmmmm…” she moans loudly as her fingers find her. Madison closes her eyes, savoring the sensation she’s causing. Despite the cool water temperature, her body feels hot, and her pussy is wet with juices seeping into the lake. Yes, this was the perfect place to play with herself and experience a glorious orgasm. The realization that she was doing it in public, for all to see, added extra excitement. She’s jolted out of her reverie when she feels a warm body press against her ass. Before she can turn her head, warm lips are on her neck, and two strong, warm, masculine hands are gripping her hips before caressing her buttocks.

He thought Larry was looking for her, because he'd probably witnessed her striptease and masturbation, and decided to take advantage of the isolation. Madison grinned, kept her eyes closed, and decided to enjoy this to the fullest. She pushed her hips back, and when he touched his penis, she wiggled it against his groin. While it was initially limp from the cool water, Madison felt her husband's penis harden, and soon it was fully erect and nestled between her buttocks. This really turned Madison on, because now, instead of using her fingers, she could insert her husband's 20-centimeter penis into her vagina.

Unbeknownst to Madison, Larry and John Maxwell had decided to drive into town to buy more supplies. They didn't want their sister wondering where the boys had gone. Jillian sent her son, Conner Maxwell, to inform her. Knowing her sister so well, the elder Jillian told her son to go to the lake first, as it was her favorite spot. Being a dutiful son, and hoping to see his aunt in a sexy bikini, which she often wore there, Conner quickly set off for the lake. He stopped first at his cabin to change into a white T-shirt and his swim trunks, just in case she invited him in.

~*~

Conner had arrived just as Jillian was pulling off her shorts and about to call her when he froze, rooted to the spot, as his beautiful aunt began unlacing her bikini top. His penis stiffened when he saw her standing naked on the shore. His eyes feasted on the sight of his aunt's beautiful breasts and shapely buttocks. He crouched at the edge of the trees, worried she might spot him if he went any farther. He watched her walk along the dock and then playfully jump naked into the lake. He was fascinated by the unintentional show she put on as she played with her bare body as she emerged from the water.

He watched her dive back into the lake until only her head was above water. From her moans, he knew she was playing underwater again. Conner wrestled with himself. He'd always secretly fancied his aunt. He didn't know how she put up with her uncle, who never seemed to pay her any attention when she or his family visited. Although she was 38, two years younger than his mother, Madison had a stunning figure. She had large, full, firm breasts, which he estimated at 30 inches. Yes, Madison was a truly fiery woman with a sexy body. Madison's moans were so hypnotic to Conner that he found himself approaching his unsuspecting aunt.

The 18-year-old stripped off all his clothes and slowly walked into the water towards his sexy aunt. Conner kept his eyes on her and crept closer. He reached out and grasped her curvy hips. He felt her stiffen at his touch, and not wanting her to leave, he moved closer, pressed his hardening penis into her buttocks, and kissed her neck. As soon as he touched her and his erect penis was wedged between her buttocks, he began to caress her beautiful bottom.

Conner briefly sucks on his aunt's neck, then moves his hand to her ear, earning a disapproving meow. She reaches behind her, takes his hands, and places them on her breasts. Conner moans as he gently massages her large, full breasts. He'd never suspected they weren't real, since she's at least the same size as his mother, and neither of them seems like they've had any work done.

"Mmm, it's nice that you're coming along, darling."

Conner suspected his aunt mistook him for her uncle, but since everything was at stake, he decided to play along. Silently, he nibbled on his aunt's ear and, in response, twisted her nipples. "Mmmmmm... oh baby... take me! Please... take me here and now! I need you so much!"

Conner releases his aunt's breasts and slowly pulls them back until he can stand and hold them upright without them drowning. Madison lifts them slightly, reaches for the penis between her legs, and positions it at her entrance. Soon her pussy is engulfed and sucking it deep inside her. "Oooooh, God!" Madison moans in appreciation.

Conner wanted to agree too, but he managed to restrain himself. Despite his wild arousal, he knew he had to suppress his reactions to moans and gasps to conceal the fact that he, not her husband, would be fucking her. He pressed lightly and sensually against her buttocks. She purred; his cock was so hard, so eager, as she moved her penis and parted her thighs slightly, allowing him to slide it between her buttocks and nestle it into her pubic hair. His penis rose gently against her vulva, its length along her labia, and she writhed against it, pressing her cock against him. The swollen head began to thrust gently toward the opening of her vulva.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured aloud.

Madison reached behind her, grasped her lover's beautiful, hard cock, and guided it into her poor, disadvantaged cunt. As she did so, she felt her lover's hands caress and fondle her buttocks before gripping her hips tightly. As the head of her husband pressed against her labia, Madison moaned, feeling the thrill of fucking her husband openly. It really had been ages since they'd had sex, because she felt her husband's penis felt bigger, even under cold water. Madison wiggled her hips a little to help him slide into her vagina and moaned as the penis penetrated her body. Suddenly, the big, thick, and beautiful piece of meat began to move inside her. Gently at first, then with a little more force. It was almost as if he were fucking her for the first time. She groaned loudly as her husband pressed her buttocks against his pelvis and thrust his penis deep inside her until he reached her cervix, until Madison could feel his testicles against her.

"Yes, oh yes, baby, all the way in, stuff me like a turkey!"

Madison was in seventh heaven. The sensation of feeling her husband's cock inside her again after so long was incredible. Incidentally, her husband's cock seemed so large and stretched her vagina, awakening a desire in her that she hadn't known for years. Her body was a vessel for her lover's cock. His cock penetrated her, slipping almost to the head, then thrust powerfully back into her soft, supple cunt. He rubbed and rubbed, his glans swirling, searching, thrusting, Madison moaning as she was so deliciously penetrated. She felt his hands slide upward, cupping her breasts, holding them, using them as handles. Her lover began to increase the pace. The bobbing motion of his penis inside her vagina didn't stop. Her clitoris throbbed, stimulated once again by the stiff organ sliding in and out of her trembling cunt. His hard cock was doing a good job inside her. Madison gasped, feeling her lover's hot breath on her neck and his hands gripping her breasts tightly. Every now and then, her husband gently pinched and tugged at her stiff nipples, electrifying her body. As he worked her pussy, Madison felt her lover's penis throbbing inside her.

The animalistic rhythm of their fucking was driving Madison wild, and her clitoris throbbed furiously as the sweet, hot sensation intensified throughout her body. Madison rolled her hips and reached behind her to caress the firm, masculine testicles in her hand. Although Larry was against children, the magic of this place and the raw, animalistic sex they were having was perhaps his way of saying he'd changed his mind. She'd always wanted a family of her own, like her sister's, and this would be the perfect time to start one. Madison stroked her lover's testicles as his swollen member slid inside her. Her fingers touched and slid around his balls.

So swollen, so full of a hot load that would soon fill her body. The thought of a baby made Madison even more eager to feel the hot wetness of his load inside her cunt. Conner began thrusting hard into his aunt's hot cunt. He had never done this before, but something instinctive told him to, and the more he gave her, the more her body responded to him. It was as if her pussy had been waiting for him to come and fuck her. In his mind, he stole his aunt from his indifferent and unworthy uncle and made her his wife. To fulfill this wish, he heard his aunt gasp as his next powerful thrust lifted her off her feet and she screamed as he brought her to her impending orgasm. "OOOOOOOH, GOD!" Madison screamed.

Conner could no longer contain himself. His penis discharged jet after jet of sperm into his aunt's body. He lost himself in the moment and said, "I'm coming! Ooohh, God... I'm coming!"

Madison heard the voice behind her and realized it wasn't her husband who had just brought her to a mind-blowing orgasm. No, the voice of the man fucking her was that of her only nephew, Conner Maxwell. Her mind immediately told her to back away and break free, but the thunderous desire of her orgasm overridden any rational action. Madison's orgasm shook her body to its core as her cunt drank in every one of Conner's small cocks that flooded her fertile womb. Somewhere inside, she cursed herself and her lack of willpower. Unfortunately, her body craved more of her nephew's cock and his fiery white semen. As the throes of her orgasm finally subsided, Madison freed herself from her nephew's embrace. Despite having experienced the most incredible orgasm of her life, she was suddenly ashamed that she hadn't realized it was her husband and that she had committed incest with her nephew.

„Oh Gott … Conner?“

"I'm sorry, Aunt Madison. I was going to tell you that Uncle Lary is going to town, but when I saw you undressed..."

Conner paused. He wanted to phrase it in a way that didn't sound like a pervert or a silly child. "I just couldn't stop looking at you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he told his aunt. "The sounds you made were so hypnotic. I couldn't help myself."

“Oh, Conner…”, said Madison, covering her face with her hands.

Conner realized she must be feeling guilty and took her hands away from her face. "Don't do that... you're far too beautiful to hide your face."

"When you came up behind me, I thought... you were my husband!"

"He and Dad have gone to get a few things. Knowing them, they'll probably be gone for another hour or two."

“Oh God… what have I done?” Madison asks aloud. She’s talking to herself, not to Conner. “I’ve been married for 18 years and I’ve never had sex with another man.”

“Hey… it’s not your fault. This is all my fault. You thought I was your husband, and no one can blame you for that. If this ever came to light, I would take the blame. But I intend for this to stay between us and the animal world. No one else needs to know,” Conner explained.

Madison thought for a moment, gathering her thoughts. It was true, she hadn't committed adultery willingly. Her young, lustful nephew was taking advantage of the situation. If she wanted, she could still claim he had raped her, but she couldn't do that to him, because not only did she love him deeply, but, quite honestly, she also loved what he had done to her. Since no one was hurt and no one knew any better, she could be allowed this one indiscretion.

"Come on... let's dry off, and as punishment you can put lotion on me so I get a tan."

“Okay…” Conner said, trying to sound scolded. Inwardly, he didn’t find the idea of applying lotion to his aunt’s beautiful body particularly unpleasant, but why risk actually being scolded? Madison dried herself off and then let her nephew use her towel, since he didn’t have one. After drying, she put lotion on her hands and applied it to her front. Madison sunbathed for an hour while her nephew watched her the whole time, admiring her beautiful, bare front. Since she tans fairly quickly, it was time for Madison to turn over and have her nephew apply lotion to her back when her watch beeped, indicating that an hour had passed.

"Get to work, mister," she said in a slightly husky voice.

Conner took the lotion, warmed it in his hands, and began to work it into her back, starting at the nape of her neck. He moved it slowly and sensually down her body. Conner had used his aunt's help to apply lotion to his own body. He had watched numerous massage porn videos and practiced on some of his girlfriends, who appreciated his touch. Madison purred as her nephew's fingers massaged her lower back, then gasped as he began to apply the lotion to her plump buttocks. Conner accidentally brushed against his aunt's wrinkled anus and quickly apologized, as he really hadn't meant to touch her there. She accepted his sincere apology and relaxed so he could finish. Aunt and nephew then lay on their stomachs in the warm sun.

~*~

As they lay there with their eyes closed, Madison couldn't help but think back to their tryst in the lake. Her pussy throbbed at the memory of how Conner had fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. Although she tried not to think about it, Madison knew deep down that she had enjoyed it. Over time, Madison tried to convince herself that she hadn't wanted it. She tried to think about other things to forget her affair… but the longer she lay there trying, the more intensely the lustful memory of the event resurfaced.

Then another thought occurred to her… What if she wanted to do it again with her nephew?

In her youth, she had been too shy to go on dates and had therefore never known the touch of another man. It wasn't until her wedding night that she gave herself to her husband. While she had considered Larry a good lover in her first marriage, he was now just a five-minute man who only slept with her when she pressured him. Nine years ago, she would have had to beat him with a stick, and now she could barely persuade him, even if she were naked and with her legs spread wide.

When she glanced to her right, she saw that Conner was lying on his back again, sunbathing. His eyes were closed, and his cock was soft, but she knew that… with a little mouth movement… No! Damn it, she had to stop thinking about it. She tried to think of other things, but she couldn't. Her gaze returned to his cock. She saw it in her mind's eye, her mouth sucking on it, making it nice and hard so he'd be ready to fuck her again. It didn't hurt that, as a viral 18-year-old, Conner would recover faster than her aging husband.

Madison could no longer contain her desire. She got down on all fours and covered the short distance between herself and her nephew. She circled his body and slowly slid between his spread legs. Conner had almost fallen asleep when he felt another body against the inside of his thigh. As he sat up, Conner's eyes refocused, and he was surprised by the sight of his gorgeous aunt kneeling between his legs in the classic submissive cock-sucker position. Madison knew there was no going back once she did this. She was innocent of the initial transgression, unaware that it wasn't her husband, and it was too late by the time she realized he wasn't the one who could have stopped Conner. But if she did it, she was the instigator, and there would be no way to plead her innocence if they were caught. Madison had already decided that she had committed adultery today, so she might as well go all in and give herself completely to her desire, just for this one day.

“Aunt Madi…” Conner’s words were interrupted as his sensual aunt appeared before him on her knees. Without pausing, she opened her mouth wide and, with lust in her eyes, swallowed her nephew’s cock with practiced ease. “Ohhh, GREY!” Conner groaned as he felt his beautiful aunt’s warm, moist mouth suck his cock in like a sexual vacuum.

After so many years of marital sex, it didn't take Madison long to find a steady blowjob rhythm. Every movement of her mouth and tongue on his shaft brought the young man's penis back to life. Madison took her nephew's long shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth until it was soon sliding down her throat. Conner's hands cupped his aunt's head, guiding her instinctively. Soon he was enjoying her blowjob, and his lustful moans were music to Madison's ears. Her cock-sucking lips slid up and down his shaft while her bare breasts bounced against his still-enormous balls. Madison had loved giving her husband hot, steamy blowjobs in their youth, but lately he'd been less interested in her pussy or her mouth. Madison channeled her desire, making sure she fully enjoyed giving her nephew oral pleasure.

“You… you are incredible, Aunt Maddy…” said the young man, praising her lover’s abilities.

That brought a smile to Madison's face. As good as her nephew felt, Madison was especially turned on. She hadn't felt so feminine, so submissive, in ages. One of her favorite pastimes in the early years of their marriage had been giving her husband head. Besides the bedroom, she had no problem doing it in the living room, the kitchen, or even in the shower. Once, they even did it at a pool party in her friend's pool house. As her head bobbed up and down naked on her nephew's stiff shaft, her full, round breasts pressing against his enormous balls, Madison couldn't believe how turned on she was. In her lustful thoughts, the taboo act of fucking and sucking her sister's only son made her pussy incredibly wet.

Wanting to really give her nephew hell, Madison lifted her mouth from his cock, kissed the head, and licked his urethra. When he wondered what would come next, she tilted her head, placed her hot, wet mouth along it, and began giving him a harmonica-style blowjob. The vibrations as she hummed drove Conner wild. He lost himself in the sensation of this gorgeous cougar sliding her mouth up and down his stiff cock. She sucked and slurped so lustfully that you could mistake her for a porn star. Conner grunted as his aunt slowed her pace. She took him deeper and deeper into her throat, eager to inhale his cum. Conner felt his balls tighten, preparing for another massive load. He grunted and growled, about to spray his aunt's mouth with a huge load of cum, but he had another idea. Madison had planned to suck out every drop of her nephew's semen and was enjoying the taste before swallowing it all when she felt Conner pull her head away from his penis. A large stream of saliva flowing from the 18-year-old's penis and back into Madison's mouth was clearly visible to both of them.

„Was…“

“Don’t worry, Maddy… I have a better place for my load,” Conner told his aunt. Madison frowned, as she’d never really liked the shortened version of her name. When she was younger, the kids called her Mad Maddy or Maddy the Crazy, because she occasionally lost her temper. It had been ages since she’d last been called Maddy. His aunt’s excellent cock-sucking skills ensured that Conner’s 8-inch cock became as hard as granite. “I liked you, now it’s my turn to please you,” Conner insisted.