Part 1.

That holiday weekend everything changed when I was invited to a barbecue at my son's pool. When I arrived, my son greeted me at the door wearing swimming trunks.

"Hi Dad. Come in, make yourself comfortable and then come join me outside by the pool," Scott giggled.

After taking off my sandals and removing my shirt and trousers, I slipped into my swim trunks and followed Scott outside to the pool to meet Morgan and Allie. I was surprised to see them topless, lying face down on the loungers by the pool. As I approached them, they stood up.

"Hello, Dad. It's good to see you again," said Morgan.

"Hello, Grandpa," beamed Allie, looking into my eyes.

“Hi girls, nice to see you, I mean, to bring you up to date,” I blurted out.

My cock instantly twitched and hardened as I tried not to stare at Morgan's small, perky tits with their hard nipples and Allie's plump, young breasts. When Morgan came to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me in greeting, she pressed her breasts and hard nipples against my bare chest.

When Allie stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, I felt her small breasts and nipples against my chest. Then she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulled me close, and began to...
Rubbing my pussy, covered by my bikini bottoms, against the bulge in my swim trunks.

I pushed her away and said, "Behave yourself, young lady."

"Dad, you're not embarrassed to see our breasts, are you?" "I hope you like them?" giggled Morgan.

When Scott asked, "Do you want a beer, Dad?"

“Yes, I do,” I replied.

“Is that a ‘Yes, I like your breasts’ or a ‘Yes, I want a beer’?” Morgan giggled.

“Both,” I stammered, glad that she couldn’t see my hard, throbbing cock.

When Scott came back with a beer and handed me one, I took a sip but spilled the beer everywhere when I heard Allie giggle: "Grandpa has a boner."

While I desperately tried to hide my hard penis in my swim trunks with my hands, Morgan giggled: "Dad, don't be ashamed." Allie has seen her father's hard penis often enough.

When Allie reached out and started squeezing my hard bulge in my swim trunks, she giggled: "Grandpa has a big penis."

I pushed her away again and jumped into the pool, but my granddaughter jumped in after me. As I desperately tried to swim away from Allie, her mother, Morgan, jumped into the pool and grabbed me from behind. She held me tight and prevented me from swimming away from my granddaughter, allowing her daughter to grab my penis through my swim trunks.

I was standing in the pool, Morgan was holding me tight, and Allie was pushing my penis through my swim trunks. I closed my eyes in disbelief and desperately tried to stop my penis from getting hard. But then I opened my eyes wide as Allie pulled down my swim trunks, put her hand around my hard, throbbing penis, and began to stroke it.

"Mom, look how big Grandpa's penis is?" giggled Allie. 

“Mom, I made Grandpa come just like I made Dad,” giggled Allie.

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. That my eleven-year-old granddaughter was masturbating her father.

"Let's all get out of the pool," Scott said.

After climbing out of the pool, I sat down on a sun lounger. Morgan sat down next to me, put her arm around me, and asked, "Dad, are you okay?"

“I am completely overwhelmed,” I replied.

When my son sat down on the other sun lounger with Allie, she leaned forward, took her father's hard, throbbing penis in her mouth and began to move her mouth up and down his shaft.

“I’m so confused, I don’t understand what’s going on,” I confessed.

As I watched my son's cock explode and my little granddaughter swallow her father's hot, incestuous sperm, my soft, exhausted penis began to twitch and harden again.

Morgan giggled: "Dad, we want you to join in."

"Are you saying that I'm having sex with Allie with you?" I gasped in disbelief.

“Yes, I want to fuck, and Allie wants you to fuck her,” she giggled. Morgan put her hand around my penis and stroked it.

When my penis was rock hard again, Morgan leaned forward, took my hard, throbbing penis in her mouth, and began moving her mouth up and down my shaft. I placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her mouth up and down my penis.

"I'll be right there," I squeaked.

Morgan took my entire cock deep into her mouth as I exploded, my hot cum spurting into her mouth. After I finished and my cock went limp and soft again, Morgan lifted her mouth from my cock and kissed her little daughter, squirting some of my cum from her mouth into her daughter's mouth.

"I like the taste of grandpa's sperm," giggled Allie.

I looked at my son in disbelief and asked, "Why?"

"Because Allie asked us," Scott replied.

"I want you to fuck me, Grandpa," Allie giggled, coming over and sitting down opposite me on my lap.

With my soft cock between her legs, rubbing against her hairless young pussy, Allie began to rub her pussy against my exhausted cock. Then she reached down and lifted my hands to her young, swollen breasts. As I cupped and squeezed her breasts, Allie wrapped her arms around my neck, leaned forward, and kissed me passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

As Allie and I finished our kiss, I looked at her parents. They were sitting together, snuggled up close, watching me with Allie. I wrapped my arms around my little granddaughter, pulled her close, and kissed her forehead.

"Is anyone hungry?" Scott asked.

"I want to fuck grandpa?" Allie shrieked.

“Your grandpa needs to recover, darling. He’s going to fuck you after we’ve all eaten,” Morgan giggled.

While Scott heated the grill, I sat with Allie on my lap. When Morgan took out the meat and sat down next to us, I asked, "How long has this been going on?"

"Do you want to know how long Allie's father has been fucking her?" Morgan giggled.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking,” I replied.

"Since Allie was nine," Morgan said.

I sat there for fifteen minutes, thunderstruck, unable to believe that my little granddaughter had been fucking her father since she was nine years old.

"The grill is almost ready, why don't you three go and wash yourselves in the pool?" asked Scott.

When Morgan, Allie, and I jumped into the pool, we hugged and groped each other in a group embrace. I fingered Morgan's pussy with three fingers. Then I slipped a finger into Allie's pussy and started fingering her. She and her mother took turns stroking and caressing my cock until it was hard again.

"Come and eat something," Scott called.

As we got out of the pool, Morgan giggled: "After we've eaten something, I want to watch you fuck, Allie, Dad."

I was sitting at the table, eating a burger, and couldn't take my eyes off my young granddaughter. When she saw me, she spread her knees and ran her finger over her young vulva. She pushed her finger inside her young
She opened her pussy and started fingering herself. Then she pulled her finger out of her wet pussy and put it in her mouth. My cock throbbed as I continued to stare at Allie's open labia and watch her suck.

After we had finished eating, Morgan giggled: "Dad, lie down on the sun lounger."

As I lay down on the sun lounger, Morgan held my hard cock skyward and let her little daughter straddle my lap and lower herself onto my cock. Her mother guided my cock into her daughter's cunt, Allie's cunt sliding completely into my shaft, and she sat there, impaled on my cock. With a radiant smile on her face and sparkling blue eyes, she looked up at me. She began to bounce up and down on my cock as if she had been fucking her whole young life.

Part 1

Amy looked up at her daughter between her spread, still trembling thighs and smiled. Her face, smeared with the combination of her own skewer and the vaginal fluids of fifteen-year-old Shannon, with a few drops of laziness, stretched towards the sheet before dribbling from her chin.

“That was one of your strongest orgasms so far,” she murmured a few moments later, giving her daughter’s wet, gaping slit a slow, full-tongued lick when Shannon’s legs and body stopped shaking and her breathing returned to something almost normal, “and certainly by far the wettest.”

“It…it’s that thing with…you do it with…your teeth…and your tongue…clit…combined with…fingers in that special place…inside me,” Shannon gasped, pushing herself up on her elbows to grin at her mother. “I’m not complaining…”

“Well, I want you to do that more with my clit and G-spot too,” Amy replied, gently pulling and pinching her hard nipples. “When you finally get it down, I’m going to squirt it so hard all over your face and in your mouth that you’ll think you’re drowning.”

“Every time I try, I’m afraid of biting too hard on your clit and hurting you,” Shannon murmured as she pulled two fingers through her still throbbing slit and brought them to her mouth.

“There’s a surefire way to prevent this… practice, practice, practice,” Amy laughed as she flopped onto her back, bent her knees, and spread her thighs as wide as she could. “So you could just as easily practice again… right now.” 

Shannon's smile widened and her eyes glittered with excitement as she crawled between her mother's invitingly spread legs, which paused for a moment to inhale the musky aroma wafting from Amy's wet, gaping cleft. She gently slid two fingers into her mother's entrance, searching for her spongy and super-sensitive G-spot. At the same time, she licked all around Amy's mons pubis, crowned by a neatly trimmed patch of hair, one or two shades darker than the hair on her head, of course.

“Oh yes...there...right...with your...fingers,” Amy moaned loudly and rammed her hips into her daughter’s face, “now...suck my clit...in your mouth...hold the...base lightly...between your teeth...and...and flick it right at the top...back and forth...tip of your tongue...quickly...very quickly.”

Knowing how much her mother liked to prolong sensual pleasures before she came, Shannon began by circling Amy's asshole a few times with the tip of her tongue, the way that always made her mother tremble with pleasure. Slowly, she licked the increasingly wet insides up and down her mother's labia and pierced her urethra with the tip of her tongue.

“Stop...messing around down there...snapped and writhed” Amy with her thighs. I start to tremble, “get...my clit...in your...mouth...now.”

Amy's clit, with its throbbing nub, was only of average length but extremely sensitive. While she could practically hold her daughter's clit, the size of a little boy's penis, between her teeth, Shannon hesitantly fought to it, her teeth gently clamping around the base of her mother's clit. As Amy thrust her hips upwards even harder, Shannon's lips pressed into the soft flesh at the top of her mother's vulva, and her hard little nub burst into Shannon's mouth.

“Now...hold it...there...in your teeth...and...and suck it...then flick...your tongue...back and forth...as fast as you can,” Amy cried as her whole body stiffened and trembled with the first flashes of her rapidly building orgasm.

Shannon examined her mother's anus with a finger of her free hand as Amy's climax grew and grew, finally culminating in an explosive eruption of vaginal fluids spraying onto her daughter's face. Shannon eagerly opened her mouth to swallow as much of this tangy fluid as she could until she collapsed back to her mother, needing a few moments to compose herself with a radiant smile spreading across her face.

“Better, much, much better,” Amy purred as Shannon crawled up her body, sharing the last remnants of those vaginal fluids deep with her passionate kiss. “Next, you need to learn how to squirt, too.”

For the next fifteen minutes or so, they cuddled on Shannon's bed before it was time for Amy to start dinner. The musky scent of their sex and multiple orgasms permeated the sheets, reminding Amy once again that it was time for her and her daughter to have sex on the bed she shared with her husband, so some strong remnants of that intoxicating aroma might still be wafting up to his nose as she sucked and fucked him.

“Oh, one more thing,” Amy said to her daughter as she got up to go to the bedroom. “Don’t wear panties under your T-shirt tonight. And don’t shower before dinner. I won’t wear panties or shower either. The scent of your sex coming from your body is the best perfume in the world. I have a special surprise planned for you, Dad, tonight, and the more aroused we can make him, the better. Of course, I expect you to be careful after I bring him into our room.”

“Does that mean it’s okay for me to blink and let him see my bare pussy?” Shannon giggled as she stood up. “He’s already blushing a little and pretending he doesn’t see if he’s just getting a glimpse of my panties.”

“Well, if he happens to be looking in your direction and you happen to have your legs spread and your sweet young pussy happens to be gaping open, wet and completely visible without panties, well, there’s probably nothing to say about that sort of thing… an… accident.” Amy giggled and gave her daughter a tongue-twirling kiss. “Oh, I’ll tell your brother he can watch tonight too.”

“Do you have to?” Shannon whimpered, her brow furrowed, instantly replacing her radiant smile. “I don’t like it when he watches me, and I was the one who started it. He’s always staring at my tits and my pussy. I’m afraid he wants to touch me next, and maybe much more.”

“There’s nothing wrong with watching, otherwise I wouldn’t invite you to watch me fuck your father regularly,” Amy laughed, dragging a fingertip through her daughter’s wet pussy. “Besides, you haven’t given him a chance yet. He’s actually becoming a decent pussy licker, and he lasts longer each time before he cums when he fucks me.”

“Oh, okay, but tell him to stay away from me as much as possible,” Shannon muttered, her sly smile betraying her interest in what her mother told her.

“After tonight, you’ll definitely think twice,” Amy laughed again and gave her daughter’s bare bottom a playful sip as she turned to leave. “You, me, and Brody are going to have a serious threesome next week when your dad’s out of town, unless you think I should ask him if he has a friend from school who’s up for a wet mouth and a tight pussy?”

“Mother, you wouldn’t do that,” shouted Shannon as Amy left the room, grinning gleefully, “would you?”

• • •

Graham returned home from work a few hours later, as usual. When he went into the kitchen to hug and kiss Amy, he immediately noticed she wasn't wearing panties under her shorter-than-usual T-shirt as his hand gripped her bare buttock. Amy saw the glint in his eye as she reached through his pants with one hand and pulled him up for a deeper, more passionate kiss with the other.

“You seem particularly agitated tonight,” he grinned, slipping a hand under her shirt to twist her left nipple between two fingers.

“Oh, I have a very special evening planned,” she smiled at him and gently squeezed his balls.

“By special, do you mean the kind of special that involves filling my ass with your fingers or your tongue or some of our toys?” He giggled as he slid a finger of his free hand through her warm, wet pussy slit.

“Maybe,” she replied shyly, as she rubbed her pussy against his hand, “and if you keep going like this, your first orgasm of the evening will be in my hand or mouth or pussy right here in the kitchen.”

“I guess we can’t let the children walk in and see each other,” he replied disappointedly, taking his hands off her breast and out of her pussy.

“Well, I wouldn’t care if they were watching, but that’s not the case. Surprise…tonight,” she grinned and slapped him on the ass. “Go get into something comfortable. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Assuming you give me no hint about what’s to come,” he muttered, loosening his tie and deliberately unzipping his trousers in front of her.

“Hm, let’s just say it’s something that will bring us very close together,” Amy giggled, and turned back to preparing dinner, the hem of her T-shirt pulling around her waist, revealing her bare bottom.

• • •

“Uh, Mom…Do you know that your ass hangs out in a way that everyone can see it?” Thirteen-year-old Brody whispered theatrically as he entered the kitchen a few minutes later.

“Is it?” Amy turned around grinning, her erect nipples pressing firmly against her short, tight T-shirt. “Like what you see?”

“I know, Mom, but what if Shannon or Dad see you like this?” Her son replied, stepping close enough to lightly brush the tips of three fingers across her left buttock.

“Both of you have seen a lot more of me than just a bare bottom, just like you,” Amy continued casually, while she went on working on her dinner, noticing her son’s discomfort and the growing bulge protruding from his boxer shorts. “Before your father and sister get here, I told Shannon I’m going to put on a special show tonight and you’re welcome to come and watch.”

“Will Shannon be there too, watching from the hallway?” he asked, fidgeting with discomfort. “She always makes me feel uneasy.”

“Tonight will be special and probably won’t be a regular thing, so the two of you can’t take turns watching me fuck your dad like you usually do,” Amy told him, as she stroked her hand over his four-inch cock, now clearly outlined in his briefs. “She doesn’t want you staring and trying to get too close, she wants to be there. I’m sure you’ll be very unhappy if you don’t show up and find out later what we did. I also told her that you, me, and she are going to have a threesome next week when your dad is out of town. Work on everyone else sucking and fucking. If you’d rather, I can always ask her to bring one of her friends home, any boy or girl, she might want to fuck while you stay in your room.”

“Why would you want to do that...a threesome with us, that is?” Brody asked, looking genuinely confused.

“Because I want the whole family, including your father, to enjoy sex with each other in every way imaginable,” Amy explained patiently. “So far, I’m the only one who has sex with him. You and your sister have only done a few things together, while I’ve only done anything with the two of you. I want that to change. Tonight will be one of my ways of preparing your father. Next week, you and your sister will prove that you can get away with each other and enjoy it. Then we’ll do what we need to so that we can all fuck you, Father…together…as a family.”

“OK, but tell her not to stare and sniff me either,” Brody replied as the first hint of a wet patch appeared on the front of his underwear.

“You mean if you pull down your shorts and jerk off until your sperm shoots onto the floor…then?” Amy laughed and gave the one firm squeeze. “Now put the table down.”

“Yes, even then” Brody turned red and hurried off to complete the task.

Amy felt a tingling in her pussy as she watched her son walk away. After catching her children, she spied on them and her husband separately and confronted them both, explaining that she wasn't upset if they watched and did it, and that it was no problem if they also masturbated. In fact, it turned her on so much that she invited them to watch whenever they wanted.

With an audience whenever she had sex with her husband, she increased how often they had sex, from two days a week or less to practically every night when he was home. When he wasn't, she usually played with one or the other of her children, but not both at the same time.

Over the two months after she discovered that she and her husband were being spied on, she began wearing only panties and a T-shirt, without a bra, when they came home from school until it was time for bed. She was surprised that her husband commented quite positively on what she was wearing, presumably implying that she was acting exclusively for him.

She also emphasized that when her children masturbated, they would come in and eventually begin having sex with both of them separately. After a while, both children imitated her skimpy dress after school and at dinner, although a few attempts to get them to do more than masturbate in front of her had not been very successful so far.

A few times she didn't bother with her panties, knowing that she could be sitting on the couch with her husband and he wouldn't be able to see that her pussy was bare unless she made a point of showing it to him. Her children, on the other hand, found it quite striking how she very deliberately spread her legs to flash them while watching television; sometimes they even lightly placed one hand on her husband's crotch and the other between her own legs.

All of this had the intended effect of enormously increasing the sexual tension in the house. Now she wanted to take the next step and involve her husband. But she really wasn't sure how he would react to everything she and the children had done so far. Knowing that he got especially aroused when she was rimmed, fingered, or fucked in the ass with a strap-on dildo, she wanted the children to watch her fuck him like that together before they told everyone, and then get him to join in.

• • •

Moments after her son left the kitchen, Shannon went in, grinned at Amy, then lifted the T-shirt that barely reached the bottom of her buttocks, showing her mother that she wasn't wearing panties either. Wordlessly, she went into the other room to help her, or, more likely, to mock her brother.

While all this was indeed happening, Graham also began to do less housework afterward, although he had no idea how much more Amy and the children were doing, together or on their own. He went into the kitchen that evening wearing gray boxer shorts and a T-shirt with "Woman" and "Batter" on it. The briefs clung to his flaccid penis and balls, while the T-shirt didn't cover much of his well-toned arms and chest.

“Do you want to tell me what you are planning?” He asked her again. He came up behind her, grabbed her hand, cupped her two tits in his hands, and licked her right earlobe, something he knew always made her pussy tingle and drip.

“I’ll do it better than I can tell you… I’ll show you,” she murmured, reaching behind her back to squeeze his now half-hard cock, “but there’s a movie that just came out today and the kids and I really want to see it. If I show it to you now, you have to promise to sit with us through the movie before we fuck each other’s brains out.”

“That sounds like a good deal to me,” he murmured, brushing his hand up between her legs to find her pussy warm and wet, “and I like your no-panties dressing style more and more.”

“Maybe I’ll just start walking around the house completely naked,” Amy grinned and turned to him, feeling his penis for a few seconds, “and you and the children can do that too.”

“Hm, keep doing that and we’ll both be naked right here and now,” he replied, as he circled her throbbing clitoris with a fingertip.

Amy smiled, rimming his lips with the tip of her tongue, then curved it to retrieve a package from a nearby cupboard. She heard him sharply inhale. Her bare vulva gaped open, glistening with her juices. She opened the package and took out the contents before turning back to him and holding it out.

“OK, what is this...exactly?” He asked if he should turn the object, which looked like a large, fake-meat-covered fishhook without the barbed end, in his hands, while Amy placed the packaging on the counter and pulled out a faux-leather harness.

“It’s a double-ended strap-on dildo,” she explained, describing it as the reality of what she intended to insert, Graham’s cock visibly throbbing through his briefs. “The larger end is veined like a cock with a big mushroom head, and the shorter end slides into my pussy. To top it off, both ends can vibrate together or separately with this remote control. So now you know how we’ll play later and have something to think about and look forward to all evening. Go talk to the kids while I finish dinner.”

He just stood there for a few seconds with his mouth open and his stiff cock bulging out of his briefs. Amy just giggled before shooing him away with another playful chat about his ass and turning back to dinner. She's just left the strap-on dildo, dishes, remote control, and packaging on the counter for everyone to see.

• • •

Graham took a kick or two into the dining room before suddenly stopping. Brody was sitting at the table doing something on his phone. Shannon had apparently dropped something, as she was bent over to pick it up when he entered, her bare pussy and tiny tight asshole fully exposed.

“Uh...honey,” he began to say, while his tail twitched more intensely.

“Oh, hello, Daddy,” his fifteen-year-old daughter replied, turning to Rushen and hugging him tightly, her hard nipples crushing into his chest far below his own, and his throbbing penis pressing against his daughter’s taut belly. “I didn’t know you. We were already home.”

“Yes…I arrived here…” he stammered as she took a step back from him and he could clearly see the size, shape and every other detail of her pink nipples and areolas through the thin T-shirt. “Didn’t you…uh… forget something?”

“How? What?” she asked him with a devilish smile.

“I...saw you...crestfallen...when I came in...the room...and...and...You have no...panties on,” he exclaimed, his face flushing a bright red.

“Oh, yes, that. Mom told me that going out without her or a bra around the house feels both nice and liberating, and she’s right,” Shannon grinned at him, deliberately focusing her eyes on his hard cock trying to poke through his panties. “Besides, you… well… seem to like it.”

With that, she turned to her seat as Amy entered the room carrying the casserole for her dinner.

“Do you know that our daughter isn’t wearing panties or a bra?” He complained sharply to Amy.

“She isn’t?” Amy responded innocently as she pulled the casserole to the table and winked at Shannon and Brody as they giggled softly across from her.

“But…but said…You told her…It’s okay,” he practically shouted, his face a bright red.

“No, I told her it feels nice to go without a bra or panties around the house. It was her decision not to wear them either. I’m not going to put them on any longer,” Amy corrected him, barely able to laugh out loud. “So you caught a glimpse of her nipples and pussy…what’s the big deal?”

“She is… she is our… daughter… for Chrissakes,” Graham continued to look like he might have a stroke, he was so enraged.

“You’re exactly what I’m talking about, and I still say… So what? She’s growing into a woman too,” Amy grinned, sat down, and began casually serving dinner. “You’ve seen my tits and pussy for years, and I’ve certainly seen plenty of others before meeting me, not the porn you watch. Trust me, she’s a standard model woman with the same parts and pieces in all the same places as the rest of us, nothing unusual. Now sit down and eat before your dinner gets cold.”

Amy, of course, didn't tell him how well she knew her fifteen-year-old daughter's corpse. That would come later, not tonight.

Graham silently slumped in his chair to eat, not saying much about anything to either of them. Opposite him and Amy, thirteen-year-old Brody struggled to keep a straight face or laugh out loud at the obvious discomfort of his father. Shannon simply smiled sweetly throughout the meal, trying not to be too obvious about the way she kept her left hand between her legs under the table most of the time.

After dinner, Amy sent Graham to watch the film. The children set it up in the family room and turned around to watch it. For a few seconds, no one said anything.

“OK, what’s your problem?” she finally asked, sitting with her legs apart and her T-shirt pulled up so high that he could clearly see her trimmed pubic hair and the slit that disappeared so invitingly between her legs.

“Our daughter is practically parading around naked... That’s my problem,” he exclaimed, even though his penis had barely been emptied since he first went to the dining room.

“What bothers you about it... Is it that she's practically naked, or is it our daughter who's practically naked?” Amy asked seriously, although she also enjoyed his discomfort.

“Well…both, I suppose,” he stammered again. “I mean, she’s our daughter and shouldn’t be so willfully displaying her body like that in front of me and her brother.”

“Oh, got a grip, Graham,” Amy giggled as she placed her hand on his hard cock in his briefs. “She’s our daughter, but she’s growing up too. She’s fifteen and probably as horny as hell. I’m sure she was at her age. You’re her dad and the male role model in her life. All little girls are in love with their dads, and she’s mature enough to know how to use her body to tease you, and yes, try to turn you on. Totally normal. Obviously, she’s got you going…and she has a very nice-looking pussy, in my opinion. Besides, I think Brody watches more porn than you do, so he’s seen it all too. Let’s watch the movie and then fuck each other’s brains out.”

Amy took his hand and pulled it up between her legs under her T-shirt. She just smiled and kissed him passionately as he got to his feet, one finger still exploring her entrance. Then she led him into the family room and snuggled up beside him on the couch, her arm around his shoulders and her right hand on his thigh, about an inch away from his penis and testicles.

Amy sat in a comfortable chair to her right while Brody fumbled with the television remote to turn on the movie. Amy hadn't told Graham about this particular film, which included plenty of full frontal nudity for both men and women, as well as many very realistic simulated sex scenes. Basically, it was softcore porn that ranged all the way to hardcore.

Within fifteen minutes, Brody was squirming in his chair to their left, and he had been very successful in concealing his growing stiffness. Whenever her son looked at her, Amy just grinned and winked, nodding. Every time the thirteen-year-old started cleaning, she gave him her head. His hand over his erect penis through his briefs.

Amy simply smiled when she saw her daughter sitting in the other chair. Shortly after Brody had begun, Shannon secretly stroked herself and casually draped her left leg over the armrest of the chair, her right leg tucked underneath her ass. Her fully exposed, prominent mound of pubic hair was crowned with a small patch of wispy hair that matched the hair on her head. Her still-smooth pink slit gaped slightly open, fully visible to Amy, her husband, and their thirteen-year-old son. Every time she glanced at her mother and father, Shannon just smiled sweetly. Occasionally, she squirmed to adjust her position but never came any closer, even attempting to hide her bare pussy from her parents or her brother.

Graham noticed the obvious willful behavior of both children. Every time he started to say something, Amy squeezed his thigh and told him to be quiet and watch the movie.

Brody couldn't keep it up until the end of the film, apologizing roughly halfway through.

“Do you want to? I bet he went to his room to jerk off?” Amy whispered in Graham’s ear as she slid his left hand under the waistband of his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock.

“Not a chance of taking the bet,” he mumbled in reply, and began pinching her right nipple through her T-shirt. “I was thirteen once myself, and I’m surprised he lasted this long to watch this movie without jerking off here.”

Shannon waited until almost the end before standing up and announcing that she was tired. As she leaned forward to kiss Amy and Graham, they both got a good look at her stiff pink nipples on the front of her T-shirt. As she walked away, Amy wasn't sure if the scent of sex wafting towards her nose was her daughter's, her own, or a combination of both.

“I suppose you think she would have gone to her room to masturbate too,” Graham moaned softly as Amy slid his briefs over his penis and balls to stroke him faster.

“That’s what I would do right now if I were her, and probably a lot earlier too,” Amy murmured, leaning forward to lick a few drops of precum bubbling at the head of his cock. “Now, here’s your choice. I can give you a blowjob right now before we go to the bedroom and try out the new toy, or I can lean over the armrest and you can fuck my pussy or my ass or both from behind, or we can sneak down the hall and see if we can hear her moaning or whatever while she’s masturbating. So, which option turns you on the most?”

Before he could answer, she slid off the couch and knelt between his legs. She swallowed his six-inch-long cock almost the entire length in a single movement.

“What if one of them comes back?” He groaned as she explored his asshole with a finger, as the head of his penis slapped against the back of her throat.

“Then you’ll see me give you a blowjob, unless you want to fuck me in another position for her viewing pleasure,” she grinned. After he pulled his cock out of her mouth, he began to lick his balls.

His sperm erupted from her mouth within seconds of her saying that.

She then led him to her bedroom, still holding his deflated penis in one hand and the new toy in the other. Graham, wearing his pre-dyed panties, fingered her asshole and pussy from behind as they walked.

No light came through. They couldn't hear anything from under the children's bedroom doors either. Amy knew her two children were just waiting to hear her start having sex before sneaking out into the hallway outside her bedroom door to watch.

Amy was fairly certain that her thirteen-year-old son would last a little longer and masturbate beside his sister while they watched her urinate on her husband, just as Graham had done in her mouth shortly before. Furthermore, Shannon had proven to Amy on several occasions that even at fifteen, she was more than capable of having orgasm after orgasm with proper stimulation.

Of course, both teenagers would have the advantage of lasting longer after already ejaculating with their own hands just a few minutes earlier.

• • • • • •

KATIE

“Damn, this is really messed up,” Casey said when I complained yet again about how unfair my life was. I could always rely on him. He’s my oldest brother and knows what it’s like to live in the prison of my parents’ house. That’s why he broke out as soon as he turned 18.

My other brother, Aaron, did the same. He too listened to my sad story from across the table. They both lived together in a lovely house that they were renovating before selling it.

They'd been doing that ever since Aaron was old enough to help out. That way, they had enough money to escape prison and live on their own. I wasn't that smart. I turned eighteen two months ago, but with my two part-time jobs, I still haven't earned enough to afford my own place.

“Yeah, it’s really awful,” I replied as we all devoured the spaghetti I’d cooked. Often I could sneak over to them for a bit and cook for the three of us. We all resented our parents’ puritanical lifestyle. They were both very strict and harsh when it came to anything fun. We might as well have been Amish, but I didn’t want to give them any silly ideas.

"So, Mom and Dad are moving?" Aaron asked, standing up and filling his bowl with more spaghetti and extra meatballs. My two brothers are hardcore carnivores. They need energy to keep up with all the physical demands of their jobs.

“Yes, Dad has a job offer on the other side of the country. I have just over six months of high school left, and now they're turning my whole life upside down and sending me to change schools. I'm going to be the only one at a new school who doesn't have any friends.”

“Oh, Katie. You make friends more easily than anyone I’ve ever met,” Casey said with an encouraging smile.

“That’s not the point. Nobody wants to make new friends in just six months. I mean, I’m coming back after high school. I’ve already been accepted to two colleges that are closer to me than there.” I sighed and twirled noodles aimlessly around my fork. “I even asked if I could just stay here if I found a better job, but they’re selling the house too.”

"Damn, they're really moving." Aaron slid back in his chair. "Case, I wonder if we could buy it from them?"

"I don't believe that, man. We've invested a lot in this house, and taking another one so quickly would overstretch the budget."

“But it’s a bigger house, and we’d have a lot more room for…”, Aaron said, but then stopped mid-sentence and looked at me.

"More space for what?" I asked, looking into his eyes as he stopped abruptly. I hadn't been paying close attention, but his sudden silence pulled me back into the conversation.

Aaron glanced over at Casey, and my eyes followed. He nodded briefly, and then our eyes met. He smiled broadly and dodged the question. "It doesn't matter, Katie, we really can't afford another mortgage right now."

"Yes, I can't even afford the rent right now. Everything has become so expensive. How is a student supposed to survive?"

“Yeah, you’re not even in college yet,” Aaron reminded me with a brief grin.

"Ugh, I really don't want to move." I sighed and twirled some more noodles, and then the idea came to me. A brilliant one! "Hey! What if I just stayed with you guys?"

"What?" said Casey, as Aaron's eyes met.

“Yes! Why didn’t I think of that sooner?” I asked, looking back and forth between them. “You have the extra bedroom I could use. I wouldn’t be a problem, and although I can’t afford the rent, I could contribute some money each month for groceries and such. Besides, you both need someone to cook proper meals for you.”

“Hey! We have real food!” protested Aaron.

“Pork rinds and beer aren’t a healthy diet, Aaron. You’ll get fat,” I said. It wasn’t true, but I had to make my point. My two brothers were in great shape. They had muscles built up through their jobs and frequent visits to the gym. “You two won’t even notice I’m here. Come on, please. Please? Please?” 

“Katie, look,” Aaron started up, and my heart sank. I knew that tone of voice.

"It's not that we don't want to help, but we don't know how to raise a high school student. We have no idea where to even begin."

"I'm not a girl. I just need somewhere to stay for a few months. I promise I'll do anything you need. Absolutely anything!"

“But we have such a crazy schedule, little sister.” Aaron tried a different approach.

"Great. Then we won't get in each other's way anymore." I rejected this argument as well. "Come on, big brothers. Would you really want to move across the country at the end of high school, away from everything you've ever known?"

"Okay, good," Casey said for the first time.

"What?" Aaron exclaimed. His eyes widened and he stared at our older brother as I rushed over and hugged Casey.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" I hugged him tightly, then pulled back and looked directly at him. "I promise I won't cause any trouble and I'll give you money every month."

“Katie, we don’t want your money,” Casey said in his protective tone. “And we both know you cause more trouble than you’re worth. But I don’t want to move either, and we can help. That’s family.” He shrugged and glanced briefly at Aaron.

I glanced over, and Aaron smiled gently. I guess he wasn't as enthusiastic about the idea as I was.

“But there will be a few rules,” Casey drew my attention back to himself. “You have to get good grades, keep working so you can save money for college, and since you won’t be paying rent, you’ll have to help out around the house and stuff.”

"What kind of chores?" I asked. I hadn't had any chores to do in years. I mean, I kept my room clean and did my own laundry, but the way Casey put it, I'd be scrubbing floors and talking to mice and birds and hoping a fairy godmother would float in.

"Whatever we need." He shrugged.

That didn't reassure me! "Okay, whatever you need." Which
Did I even have a choice?

"First rule: You are not allowed to enter the basement," said Casey.

Aaron coughed loudly and choked on some spaghetti. I looked at him, and he
recovered quickly and took a large, very large gulp of water while he
looked everywhere but at me.

"What's wrong with the basement?" I asked, turning back to Casey.

"Rule number two: Don't ask about the basement."

CASEY

"Are you kidding me?" Aaron stormed into my bedroom without knocking or even saying "Hello".

“Come in, brother,” I said, looking up from my novel.
The spaghetti we had eaten for dinner was not yet fully digestible,
But I'm not as young as I used to be.

"You invited her to live with us?"

"What the hell was I supposed to do, Aaron? She clearly needed help. We can help."

"Did you forget something?" he asked, throwing up his arms and beginning to pace back and forth at the foot of the bed. He always paced like that when something made him nervous or didn't go his way.

“I haven’t forgotten anything, but helping our little sister is more important,” I said, closing the novel. He was in a bad mood, and that meant we’d be staying here a while longer. Sometimes Aaron was more emotional than some of the women we were with.

“I know it’s important to help her!” He turned and walked in the other direction. His pace quickened, and his voice grew louder. There wasn’t much room for him, but I let him act out his nervousness. “I just don’t know what we should do.”

"What do you think? We'll let her move into the guest room that none of us use. She'll go to school, we'll continue working on the house and preparing it for sale. Nothing will change."

“Case. Everything will change. Now we can’t…”

"It's six damn months, Aaron. Then she'll have time to save money she'll need. She's doing what we couldn't. She's actually going to college."

"Hey, we did pretty well."

“We have,” I agreed. “But she survived longer in that dump than both of us. Now she’s asking for six months so she doesn’t have to endure it anymore. Can you imagine what Mom and Dad will be like when we’re not there to give her a break now and then?”

Aaron shuddered. It was definitely a dark thought. “You’re right. I know you’re right. I guess I was just being selfish. You made me crave more than just living with you, big brother.” He smiled and looked over at me. Such a wonderful man. He moved to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers with me. “I just don’t want to lose what makes our time together so special.”

“We’ll lose nothing,” I said, pulling him closer. “I told her the cellar was off-limits, remember?”

“I remember,” he smiled, moving so close to me that our legs were touching. His soft skin against mine, and my cock was already throbbing. “I guess we could still have some fun, we just need to make sure Katie isn’t around.”

"We're going to have loads of fun. Sherry's coming tomorrow, remember?"

"Damn Sherry, how could I forget?" His face broke into a wide grin. "God, she's fucking hot, and those tits!"

“Damn great tits, and the way her pussy contracts when we both have it,” I said, pushing my hand under the blanket and reaching for my own cock.

“Damn, yes. She’s getting so wet.” Aaron’s hand also slid under the covers. “It’s so hot watching you fuck her, big brother.”

My pride, my chest, and my cock swelled when he said that. "Pretty damn hot watching you too."

“Yes?” Aaron grinned, then kicked back the blanket to show me his exposed cock. I did the same, throwing the blanket back to show him my own girth. I had studied his cock almost as intensely as my own over the past few years, ever since we had both discovered our shared pleasure in sharing.

Sometimes even without women. Sometimes even like this.

Since I can't sleep with my clothes on, I was already naked, but when Aaron saw that, he quickly ripped off his own shirt and shorts to match my condition.

“Shit,” I gasped as Aaron reached over, grabbed my penis and started stroking me.

"Yes, big brother. Do you remember how awesome it was to watch Sherry ride that beast and have those huge tits in your face?"

“God, yes! You were standing right above my face when you fucked her throat with it.” I reached over, took my little brother’s cock in my hand, and squeezed it just as hard as I squeezed myself.

"Mmmmmmm," he growled, and began thrusting through my fist while I did the same for him. "Her thick thighs moved as she rode your monster, and that sweet pussy stretched around you."

"Damn it, Aaron!" I howled, fucking his hand harder. "When you penetrated her from behind and our two cocks stretched her cunt wide open."

“Jesus,” he whispered, his hand pounding harder. My little brother has always produced more pre-ejaculate than I have. Much, much more. I loved feeling it in my hand.

Then I couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed our favorite toy from the nightstand, a large pocket pussy that we had stretched to fit both of us. I straddled his thighs and then grabbed the base of his dripping cock before sliding the silicone toy over him.

I stared into his beautiful blue eyes and held the toy around him for a moment so he could feel it and fill it with his cock and precum. I knew from experience that this would help.

His breath came in short gasps as he looked up at me, and I pointed my cock downwards, aiming directly at the toy before thrusting it inside. The tight glove of this artificial pussy was almost as good as the real thing.

We're both about the same height, and the toy clamped tightly around our heads as we fucked it. Aaron's eyes closed as if in a dream, and I could feel him throbbing against me. He folded his strong arms behind his head and let me do the work. I held the toy still and began to move my hips.

"Damn right, big brother. Fuck this sweet pussy with me!" he groaned, throwing his head back as my head rubbed against his. "Can you feel how damn tight this sweet pussy is?"

"So damn tight!" I bit my back and fucked him harder. "Can you feel your precum covering me, making me as wet as a real pussy?"

“Damn right, real pussy. Sweet pussy,” he groaned, his eyes still closed as he drifted into his own fantasy.

His hands wandered to my chest, and he grabbed my pectoral muscles. Not quite breasts, but thick and hairy. I knew he loved them, and I came every time he played with my nipples.

“I can’t believe we have to go without this for six months,” Aaron said and began to thrust. His tail twitched only briefly as my weight pressed against his muscular thighs.

"Six months isn't so bad," I said, pressing the toy against him. He groaned and bit his lip as he felt the new sensation.

"I'll fuck her forever if she doesn't do that," he said, his eyes widening as he heard himself say it. I stopped mid-stride and stared down at him.

"What the hell?" There was no denying what he had just said, nor the fact that we were both throbbing and pounding harder, stretching the toy even further. "Jesus, damn it!"

“Casey, do you think…”

"Damn it, Aaron!" I yelled, feeling my balls cook and pull against my body. His were doing the same. "Can you imagine that?"

"Shit!" he shouted. "I've never thought about it, but it's so disgustingly hot, big brother! Imagine sharing it."

I almost collapsed on top of him. My hands moved to either side of his head, enclosing our cocks and the toy between our abs. I thrust harder, and the new tightness was simply heavenly. Our faces were now only a breath apart.

We had never been so close before. Never crossed this boundary. None of these boundaries!

"Don't you dare say it," I growled through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare."

"Yeah, Casey." He gasped, and our cocks were both on the verge of becoming hard, begging for that release I wasn't going to give in to. I couldn't cross that line, not because of her. Not because of her. "Shit! Imagine her tight pussy. Those fucking tits are even bigger than Sherry's. The way they bounced as she screamed and begged her big brothers to use that sweet body."

"Aaron! Shit! No! We can't do this!" I gasped, clutching the edge of the cliff I shouldn't fall into. The abyss that would swallow my soul forever and never let me return.

"Casey. We have to share Katie." He said it. He damn well said it, and at the same moment both our cocks shot into orgasm, spraying each other with huge, thick loads of brotherly cum.

He would have moaned louder than I'd ever heard before if I hadn't jumped on him, kissing his lips and taking his mouth like I'd never done with anyone before. I grunted and rubbed against him as our cocks and tongues danced together. His hands gripped my back as he clung to me for his life, and I fucked us both into the dark abyss that would never release us.

A few months had passed since I ended a bad long-term relationship, and during that time I searched extensively for the right apartment. Fortunately, with the help of a real estate agency, I found one I liked.

It was a new building in a new housing development. There were only a few houses in the neighborhood; only one other house on my street was already occupied. I was at the end of a cul-de-sac, the other house at the beginning. I knew that in the future there would be more houses and many more people, and that was fine with me, but for now I just wanted some peace and quiet. I needed some time to get used to my new surroundings and then slowly get to know new friends and neighbors.

I continued working in my current job, but most people there knew nothing about my private life, and those who did felt that I had done the right thing by moving out.

I spent a few weeks packing my things, and as soon as I could, I hired a moving company to transport all my belongings, including my furniture. I took a few days off work, set a moving date, and moved in. They arrived on Monday morning and were already unloading my things at my new house by mid-morning. It was quite easy, as all the boxes were labeled, and once the furniture was brought in, I told them where I wanted each piece placed.

They finished in the afternoon, and I had officially moved in. I sat down on the couch and looked around. I liked how everything fit, but there were boxes everywhere, and I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me. I took a deep breath, finally enjoying the peace and quiet of my own house, and even better, without anyone around who just wanted to argue with me. I was just about to get up and get to work when the doorbell rang. "What the hell?" I said to myself.

I went to the door and opened it. There stood a man, a woman, and two children. I wondered why they were standing at my door, and grumpily, what they needed.

"Hello. We are your neighbors just down the street. You could call us the welcoming committee," the man said.

When I didn't answer quickly, he continued: "Can we come inside for a moment?"

Not wanting to be rude, I replied, "Excuse me. Sure, but you must excuse the mess. The moving company just left, and I haven't put everything away yet."

I held the door open and let them in one at a time. The man came first, followed by the woman. The little boy was next, and finally the little girl. I closed the door and escorted them into the living room, which was filled with boxes. The man and woman sat on the couch, I sat in my recliner, and the boy and girl squeezed into the oversized armchair opposite me.

“My name is Donald, and this is my wife Annett, but everyone calls her Ann. These are our two children, Timothy and Tabatha. Timothy is 13 years old, but he likes to be called Timmy. Tabatha is 10 years old,” said Donald.

I greeted them all while Donald called out their names, and when he finished, I told them my name was Bill. Then I looked at the children and said, "Timmy, you and Tabatha, you don't have to be so squashed together. There's plenty of room on the couch if either of you wants to move around."

Before either of them could say anything, their father said, "They like to sit close together. It's just their thing."

“Okay.” I replied, wondering why they had invaded my vicinity so early.

“We won’t be staying long. We just wanted to welcome you and give you a housewarming gift,” said Donald. Then he looked over at the children and said, “Tabatha, go ahead.”

Tabatha stood up, reached into the back pocket of her short denim shorts, and pulled out a crumpled envelope. She handed it to me and sat back down. It was still warm from her body heat when I looked at it, but didn't open it. Donald explained it was a gift certificate for a nearby pizzeria. It was valid practically indefinitely, and all I had to do was call the number and tell them who I was and what I wanted. They would then bill Donald for the food and even deliver it to me.

I thanked them for the food and said it was very helpful, as I didn't know where anything was at the moment. Donald explained that they used to give everyone a pizza, except for one vegetarian and one gluten-free person. That way, I could get what I wanted.

"Just one more thing before we leave you alone," he began.

I gradually became more friendly with the family and replied, "What is it?"

“Well, our children are… well… quite friendly. If you don’t keep them under control… well… they drive you crazy. So if you get too annoyed with them, just send them home. Just one thing. Ann and I both work a lot, and most weekends the children are alone. We would be really grateful if they needed help, because they would know they could come to you if we weren’t there.” Slowly he said, “Sure. I don’t see a problem with that.” I agreed and smiled at the two children.

Her father then looked at her and said sternly, "Okay, you've heard from Bill. But... that doesn't mean you can just move in with him. Give him some time to sort everything out before you come by."

Both children giggled and replied, "Okay, Dad." 

After all that was said, they all stood up and marched past me. I felt a little more relaxed and looked each of them over carefully. Donald seemed to be about 35 years old, so a few years younger than me. Ann looked a few years younger. Donald was of average height and weight, Ann was rather short and thin.

They were both very attractive and had no particularly striking features. Timmy was rather tall for his 13 years, but thin. He had light brown hair and hazel eyes, just like his father. Tabatha had even lighter hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was rather small and delicate. Her smile and small nose made her look very cute for a 10-year-old girl. It didn't hurt that she wore short denim shorts that looked as if they had been painted onto her small, firm body.

They all went to the front door, and when they had passed me, I stood up. Just before the door, Tabatha turned around and looked me over carefully. I watched as her gaze took in my body from head to toe, lingering for a few seconds on my groin. When our eyes met, she smiled, giggled, and turned to follow her family to the door. I thanked them again and closed the door behind them.

“He’s cute,” I heard Tabatha say as they walked along the sidewalk.

I looked down and noticed for the first time that my cock was hard as a rock, pushing the front of my shorts outwards. I was a little embarrassed to think that the little girl had seen me like that. Then, thinking about it more, I concluded that she either hadn't noticed or didn't care, based on what I heard her say once she was outside.

I pushed all that aside and started unpacking. I worked for several houses until I realized I was hungry. I called the pizzeria and ordered. My order arrived within 45 minutes; it was correct and delicious. Then I went back to work until I had to stop. I showered and went to bed. I did the same thing the next day and unpacked most of the boxes. On Wednesday, I went to work and continued unpacking as soon as I got home.

The same thing happened on Thursday and Friday. Friday evening I was finished and proud of the result. On Saturday I had to work in the garden, and while I was mowing and doing other things outside, I noticed Timmy and Tabatha riding their bikes up and down the street. I smiled and waved to them as they rode by. They waved and smiled back. I noticed that Tabatha was wearing the same little pink shirt and denim shorts as when she visited on Monday.

Once I'd sorted out the garden, I went inside and took a shower. I slipped into some loose shorts and sat down in my armchair to relax a bit. I figured I deserved some rest after everything I'd done this week. I hadn't been sitting there for 15 minutes when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it was this time. I went to the door and found Timmy and Tabatha.

"Is it too early to visit you?" asked Timmy.

I giggled before saying, "That's alright. I was just taking a break. Would you like to come in with your sister and chat?"

“Okay,” they said.

They entered the house and walked past me. I took a good look at their butts. They both had very cute butts, but Tabatha's was super cute. This time, Timmy was sitting on the couch, and Tabatha was sitting alone in the armchair across from me. I watched as she spread her legs and gave me a super cute pussy shot. I felt my penis swell in my shorts and thought I should get it under control quickly.

Timmy started talking about school, the neighbors, and other things. Tabatha joined the conversation when we were discussing my job and my opinion of the area. We'd been talking for about an hour when I asked if they'd had lunch. They said no, so I suggested pizza.

I ordered after figuring out what they liked. We kept chatting until the pizza arrived. We ate and talked, but soon the conversation drifted into a gray area. The topic of girls, boys, girlfriends, boyfriends, and sexual preferences came to the fore. The more we talked, the harder I got, until my penis was throbbing and trying to escape my shorts. I hadn't had sex in years and hadn't even masturbated in months, so I was practically immobilized and tried everything to make my erection subside. The more I tried, the harder it got. The big problem was that I wasn't wearing any underwear and knew that if I stood up, it would be pointing straight at me.

I sat there as long as I could, but when Tabatha asked for something to drink, I had no choice but to get up and show her what her talking had done to me. Without a word, I stood up and got her another drink. I watched as her gaze went straight to my swollen penis. She didn't say anything, but she smiled. Timmy noticed it too, but said nothing. When we
Once we had finished eating, we went back into the living room to continue our conversation. I wasn't in a hurry to get rid of the children, because it was fun talking to them, and I really enjoyed the conversation.

Out of the blue, Timmy asked: "Have you ever licked a girl?"

We had exchanged a few jokes and riddles during our conversation, so I wasn't sure if it was a riddle or a play on words. I considered the possibilities before simply answering "Yes." I thought that would be a safe answer, and I could offer an explanation regardless of his intentions. However, I was surprised by his next remark.

"Tabatha really likes it when I lick her," Timmy said bravely.

I looked over at Tabatha to see her reaction. She looked directly into my eyes, smiled broadly at me, and shook her head to show me that her brother was telling the truth.

"Do you want to see it?" Timmy asked quickly.

Since I was quite curious to see what this was all about, I replied: "Sure."

Timmy looked at his sister and asked, "Is he allowed to watch?"

“Mmmm… I have absolutely nothing against it…”, she giggled.

With a smile on his face, Timmy told his sister to get ready. She stood up and pulled her little pink tank top over her head. Her small, hard pink nipples peeped out from her flat chest, making her look very appetizing. Then she unbuttoned her denim shorts, but before she zipped them up, she told her brother that if she was naked, he'd have to get undressed too. He never questioned her demand, and in a flash, his shorts were down and off, so both his sister and I could see his rock-hard, 4-inch, medium-thick penis. Then he pulled his shirt up and over his head, so we could see his flat, muscular chest and stomach.

Now that Timmy was standing in front of his sister, she had finished stripping. Slowly, she unzipped her shorts and began to wriggle out of them. Her shorts were so tight that her panties slipped down with them. It took her about a minute to get them off, but once she was off, I knew it had been worth the wait. Her sweet, hairless pussy with its tightly closed lips was something I had only ever dreamed of. She stood upright, making no attempt to hide anything. She watched me as I took in every inch of her nakedness. I could hardly believe the whole situation, but then again, I was definitely enjoying it. Timmy took his little sister by the hand and led her to the couch, helping her sit down. He knelt beside her on the seat and gently took her in his arms. Tabatha didn't even resist when her brother leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. They kissed for several minutes, their hands wandering over each other's bodies. Finally, Timmy pulled back and licked each of her nipples to make sure they were well taken care of.

Tabatha then surprised me with a scream: "Shit! Do it already! Lick me!"

Knowing he was supposed to do as he was told, he got off the couch and onto the floor. He spread her legs, giving me a glorious view of a 10-year-old pussy that had never seen a hair in its life. Timmy looked up at his sister and smiled. She shot him a dirty look, and when that didn't make him do anything, she growled at him like an angry bear. Timmy finally understood what he wanted and plunged headfirst into her young, virgin pussy. I could hear the smacking, wet sounds that come with a man licking a girl's pussy. Shortly after he started, she began to moan, which prompted her brother to attack her cunt even more fiercely.

A few minutes later, Timmy started moaning as he licked his sister's sweet pussy. The more she moaned, the more intensely he licked her pussy, moaning himself. The louder they got, the more aroused I became, until I lowered my hands to my lap and started rubbing my overly erect cock. I desperately wanted to take off my shorts and stroke my 8-inch, medium-thick penis, but I still didn't feel comfortable undressing in front of two small children. Until I knew they would be okay with it.

“Oh, damn, yes! I’m coming! Lick me!” Ohhh… Damn…!”, Tabatha screamed.

Then she thrust her hips into her brother's face, causing his tongue to slide deeper into her vagina. With a loud grunt, she fell back onto the couch, completely relaxed and satisfied. He gently licked her entire genital area before withdrawing and standing up.

As Timmy stood up, my gaze immediately fell upon his rock-hard cock. It was bouncing up and down, begging to be pleasured. His entire glans was wet with precum, which then dripped onto the floor. When I looked down, I noticed a rather large puddle on the floor where he had been kneeling while pleasuring his sister.

Tabatha finally opened her eyes and smiled at her brother. She thanked him for the orgasm.

Tabatha looked at me and said, "Why are you still wearing something, Bill?" I thought we had aroused you so much that you would show us what you've got."

“I… I… I… wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me naked,” I explained.

"Uhhh... I want that. The two of us... So... can we take a look?" she begged.

That was all I needed to hear. I stood up and noticed for the first time how wet my shorts were. I must have lost a liter of precum while watching the kids play. I took off my shirt and let my shorts fall to the floor, leaving my throbbing member exposed.

“Oooo… Wow… he’s so big,” chirped Timmy.

“Yes… bigger than Dad’s,” Tabatha shouted.

"Oh, shit..." I thought. "How would she know? I'm not going to ask... at least not right away," I continued.

"Thank you." "I guess you like it?" I asked calmly.

“Of course,” Tabatha groaned.

"Can we lick him?" Timmy begged.

The mere thought of those two little children licking my cock like a lollipop almost made me ejaculate. I didn't have to think long before I decided.

"If you want. I'd be happy if you both licked me. But I have to warn you, I'm about to come. Has either of you ever tasted semen?" I replied, ending my comment with the question.

Tabatha giggled as she answered first. "I get to swallow Timmy's sperm all the time. He usually comes pretty quickly, but sometimes I have to work on his thing for too long and my mouth gets tired."

"And you, Timmy? Have you ever tasted your own sperm?" I asked.

"Sometimes, but only when I'm masturbating alone. When Tabatha is around, she takes everything away and I get nothing," he admitted.

"Well, I'm sure I have enough for both of you," I said, smiling.

I went to the couch and sat down in the middle. I had one of the children on one side and the other on the other. Tabatha was the first to lean forward and lick my hard shaft thoroughly. I quickly spread my legs so they could both play with my cock and balls while one or both of them licked the shaft and head. Timmy soon slipped inside and quickly licked my hard cock. Both children knew exactly what to do to make me feel good and focused entirely on the head. Tabatha wasted no time, and soon her small, soft hands were cupping my heavy, full balls while she and her brother licked my cock.

I started to moan softly as they both took turns sucking on my glans. The more they sucked, the louder I moaned. I could feel the pre-cum oozing up the shaft and out of the tip with every lick and suck. After a few minutes of oral pleasure, Timmy pulled out, leaving his sister to take full control of my cock while he took care of my balls. Neither of them asked or said anything, so I guess they were used to the fact that my entire pubic area was shaved. I really enjoyed the way they played with my cock and balls, but I was desperate to come.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long, because although I was very surprised by their visit and everything I had seen and done, I was in for an even bigger surprise. Without warning, and almost as if they had planned it all, Timmy took my testicles into his mouth one at a time and gently sucked on them, while Tabatha opened her mouth as wide as possible and took my entire glans into her throat. She began to suck, moving her mouth up and down my shaft. Timmy sucked on one testicle while stroking the other. Tabatha's small fingers gripped the base of my penis and stroked it up and down as she sucked with all her might.

“Ohhh… DAMN IT!!! I’m coming! Get ready…”, I groaned loudly.

A few seconds later, I felt the semen shoot out of my balls, down my shaft, out of the tip, and into Tabatha's throat. I must have fired four or five massive spurts before she couldn't take any more and pulled away from my cock. The semen continued to spray from my cock, hitting her face and chest. Timmy noticed what was happening and took over, sucking the rest of my semen from my glans into his mouth.

When I was empty and his mouth was no longer receiving any semen, he moved back and forth and began licking the semen off his sister's face and breasts. He made sure her nipples were completely free of my semen before he stopped. Once she was clean, he began kissing her and slipped his tongue into her mouth to see if he could get any more. They kissed right in front of me, which made my penis swell again. They leaned over and began playing with my growing penis while they continued kissing.

A few minutes later, Tabatha broke her brother's kiss and moved closer to his face. I could hear her ask him, "Ask him, or should I?"

Since I didn't want to give the impression that I was listening to their conversation, I just sat there and watched the show.

Finally, Tabatha sat up, looked at me and asked: "Timmy wants to know if he can squirt in your ass."

I don't know exactly why the question didn't surprise me, but without hesitation I answered: "Sure."

I grabbed a pillow, some towels, and lube and got everything ready so Timmy could fill my ass with his cum. I spread some towels on the floor and placed the pillow at one end. I asked Tabatha to lie down on the floor with her head on the pillow. With her legs spread, I got on all fours and shoved my nose into her pussy. She squealed with pleasure as I rubbed my nose up and down her clit while my tongue licked her pussy.

While I was taking care of Tabatha, her brother lubricated my asshole and his cock. Timmy then snuggled up to me from behind and, with his hard cock leading the way, began rubbing his sperm-drenched penis against my ready asshole. As soon as he found the right position, he started thrusting, and in no time his hard cock slid into my willing hole.

We both moaned with excitement as Timmy began pumping his cock in and out of my body. The deeper he fucked me, the harder I pressed my tongue into his sister's hairless young pussy. Her hole was tighter than I'd expected, so I assumed she was still a virgin.

Later I found out that it was her and that she wasn't allowed to be fucked until her thirteenth birthday. Tabatha enjoyed me fucking her tight hole with my tongue, even though I could only get the tip inside her. I stretched out my arms, wrapped them around the young girl's bare legs, and pulled her tightly against my face. My tongue licked her clitoris and pussy hard and fast while
her brother rammed his stiff cock into my own hole.

We'd been fucking for about ten minutes when Timmy shouted that he was about to fill my ass with his cum. That started a chain reaction, and soon Tabatha was moaning that she was about to have another orgasm. The gasps and pleas of the little 10-year-old girl made me want to excite her even more. A few minutes later, Timmy thrust hard a few times, and shortly after, I felt hot fluid spurt through my asshole and into my body. While he was filling my ass with cum, his sister thrust her pussy into my face; she too had an excitingly hard orgasm. When both children
Sexually exhausted, we separated from each other and all sat down on the floor, holding on to each other.

We sat there, talking and playing with each other's genitals until they got me hard again. With my back against the couch, they both played with my cock and balls with their small, soft, delicate hands until I came again. They licked up all the semen before getting up and getting dressed. When we were all dressed, I walked them to the front door and told them not to be strangers to each other. They told me they would definitely come back, and with one last kiss from each of them, I watched their firm buttocks as they walked along the sidewalk to their bicycles.

“Okay. I think I really don’t want to be left as alone as I thought,” I told myself.

End

Part 1

Summer had finally arrived, school was out, and Rob wanted to spend his last few months before his 16th birthday making as much money as possible. His grandfather told Rob he would sell him his old car, a classic 1960s Mustang Fastback, for $2,500—a real bargain that still ran great and was worth much more. Rob figured $3,200 would be enough to buy the car, get new tires, and pay his dad's insurance. Last summer he had started a lawnmower business and was already working for four or five neighbors, who all said he could continue this summer.

So, if he could get three or maybe four more clients this summer and charge a bit more for mowing, Rob thought, he could raise the necessary money. His father, Ed, told him that the church had just lost its gardener and that he should speak to Reverend Scott Willington about taking over the church's lawn and garden maintenance until a permanent replacement was found. Rob immediately called the rector and was asked to come to the church office that afternoon to discuss the position.

Rob drove the three kilometers to the church at 2 p.m. and found the pastor already in his office. Scott was standing at the door, shook his hand, and said, "Hi Rob, thanks for coming so quickly; we haven't seen each other for several months." Rob looked a little embarrassed and apologized: "I know, sir, but I've been so busy with school and sports lately that I haven't been able to..." "Oh, I know, I know, boys your age have other priorities."

“You don’t need to apologize, Rob,” his pastor replied with a smile. “I was just trying to tease you, son. Have a seat, I’ll explain the job.” Rob blushed slightly, both because he hadn’t been to church in a while and because of his pastor’s choice of words. “As your father told you, our groundskeeper, Paul, had to leave us last week for a better job in Chicago. So until we find someone, we need someone to mow the lawn, pull the weeds, trim our bushes, water the flowers, and maybe do a few other unrelated things.” Scott explained, “We have a budget of $100 a week, and the job usually takes about a day and a half. Interested, Rob?”

“Oh yes, sir, I’m trying to save enough money to buy my grandfather’s car, and that would be really helpful,” Rob replied excitedly. “That’s great, Rob; the work is physically demanding, but you certainly look fit enough,” Scott said. “Could you help me in the garden and move some boulders for our church ladies to make room for some rose bushes?” “Of course, sir. I lifted weights in school to compete in wrestling, so I’m quite strong,” Rob replied.

“All right, I’ll put on my work trousers, then we can go outside and see how it goes,” Scott said, standing up and taking off his suit and trousers. Rob felt a slight tug in his shorts when he saw the bulge in his pastor’s underwear before he put on his work clothes. He thought, “Oh my God, he looks fatter than my dad,” then shook his head to clear it. They went into the church garden and worked together to pick up a boulder, put it in the wheelbarrow, and carry it to the other side of the garden.

After moving seven large boulders, they were both sweating profusely, and his pastor straightened his back and took off his T-shirt. “You can take yours off too, Rob; we still have to roll these damn things into place for our gardeners and plant the bushes they bought.” As Rob took off his T-shirt, his pastor stared at his stomach and praised him: “Wow, son, you’ve really been working out. I wish I had abs like that.”

“Thanks, and if I may say so, you’re quite muscular yourself, sir,” Rob replied. “Well, I suppose for a forty-year-old, I suppose so. Let’s see if we can finish the bricks, and I’ll buy you a drink… oh, and… you can call me ‘Scott’ instead of all this ‘Sir’ talk,” Scott said. Rob was beginning to discover a side to his Minis… er, well… Scott that he hadn’t previously imagined.

They worked and sweated for another 20 minutes, then gave up. Scott exclaimed, "If the girls don't like it, they can damn well remove these monsters themselves!" Laughing, they returned to the church office, covered in dirt and scratches from clearing away the stones and handling the thorny bushes.

“Before we sit in my leather chairs, how about we take a quick shower to clean up, Rob?” Scott suggested. “Do you have a shower here?” Rob asked. “Sure, it’s one of the few perks of my office, and it’s big enough for two, so you can wash my back and I’ll wash yours,” Scott said, unzipping his shorts and letting them fall to the floor. When Rob hesitated, Scott smiled reassuringly and said, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, kid; you’re not the first man in your family I’ve seen naked.” Scott dropped his underwear and stood completely naked in front of Rob, his penis at half-erect. “Your dad told me you’ve got a very respectable package yourself; so take off those shorts and let’s shower.” 

Rob and his open-minded parents had already talked about sex over two years ago, when he entered puberty. His father had shown him how to masturbate, something they had often done together since his teenage years. Last year, they had even engaged in oral sex, sucking each other's penises and swallowing until climax, sometimes while his mother and sister watched. As strange as it might initially seem, suddenly getting the chance to shower with his pastor was an opportunity not to be missed. Rob pulled down his shorts, then his underwear, and stepped into the shower with Scott, who had already rinsed and soaped his chest and arms.

He handed Rob the bar and said, "Please wash my back, son, it's starting to itch a little." Rob took the soap and rubbed it on Scott's back, massaging his muscles with his hands. Then he lowered it to his buttocks and gently washed Scott's bottom, pressing his fingers lightly against his anus. He then knelt down to wash his legs. He raised his hands again as Scott turned around, presenting his hard, long penis directly in front of Rob's face. Rob dutifully washed Scott's testicles and stroked his penis, gently cleaning it with his fingers. Then he stood up and leaned against Scott's body as they kissed for the first time. They opened their mouths and their tongues danced together for a few moments. Scott broke the kiss and turned Rob around so he could wash his back. Mimicking Rob's movements, Scott fell to his knees and washed the boy's bottom.

He licked Rob's anus with his tongue and reached around his waist to take his 12 cm penis in his hands. As Rob began to moan with pleasure, he turned him around and licked Rob's balls and then up his wet shaft. "Oh God, oh shit, please suck me, please, Scott," Rob cried. Scott took the boy's cock completely into his mouth and began sucking it faster and faster, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. "Oh damn, damn, suck my cock... ah... ah... I'm about to come... oh shit... ah, ah... fucking shit..." Rob screamed as he pumped his sperm into his priest's eager mouth. When Rob was finished, Scott stood up and parted the sperm, kissing Rob and pushing it into his mouth. After they had snuggled tightly together, Scott whispered in Rob's ear: "Are you ready for mine, son? Do you think you can take my cock down your throat?"

In response, Rob slid his body onto the shower floor and licked the precum from Scott's cock. He savored the taste as he opened his mouth fully until he took Scott's cock completely inside him. Rob had swallowed other guys' cocks before, of course, even his father's 7-inch one, but never one this big, long, and thick. Scott released him as slowly as he needed and took his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth until it was suddenly all the way down Rob's throat. He moved gently back and forth so Rob could get used to the sensation as he gasped for air. As they found a rhythm, Scott began pumping Rob's throat, slowly at first, then faster as he felt his own semen rising into the shaft. "Oh, damn God, oh shit... shit... shit... you're better than any other boy I've ever had... God... God... better than your father or even your... mother... Rob... oh... oh... shit... I'm coming for you, take it, boy... oh..." Scott felt Rob's mouth filling faster than he could swallow, so he pulled it out and ejaculated all over his face, into his hair... and back into his mouth.

Once the throbbing and contractions had stopped, Scott licked as much semen as he could from the boy's face; the shower water cleaned them both. They dried themselves off, wrapped towels around their hips, and went back to his office. Scott got them two drinks while they relaxed in the chairs and slowly returned to reality. "Rob, that was truly one of the best sessions I've ever had with a boy your age."

“Your father told me how good you are at sucking his cock and that I should find a way to get you to suck mine,” Scott said with an affectionate smile. “And when Paul unexpectedly had to stop, we thought it would be a great opportunity for me to find out how good you are, especially since you need to earn enough money this summer to buy your grandfather’s Mustang.” Rob frantically tried to work out what had just happened, simultaneously confused and delighted by how much fun it was to suck Scott’s cock, and especially by how he sucked it. “Do you really need me to mow the lawn and take care of the church, Scott?” Rob asked.

“Sure, Rob; and as strong as you are, this should be a pretty easy job for $100,” Scott confirmed with a smile. “I imagine you might have some questions about what just happened and what’s going on here, so go ahead, ask me anything.” Rob tried to collect his thoughts and finally asked, “Did you say I sucked your cock better than my dad… and my mom, too? You mean… uh… so, what exactly did you mean when you said… uh… that my dad sucked your cock and my mom, too?” “I guess it just slipped out in the heat of the moment when you had my cock in your mouth, Rob; but yeah, it’s true, your dad and I used to suck each other’s cocks… and your mom loves sucking cocks and just watching,” Scott confessed, his face also flushing slightly. “Let me explain… sit back and relax for the moment, because this might take a while.” Scott got up and this time got himself a couple of beers, handing one to Rob as he sat back down. A minister, especially in our rather modern, liberal church, has to fill many roles: first and foremost, as a spiritual leader to our members and the congregation in general; as a friend and guide to others; and as an advisor and confidant to those who need guidance and direction at certain stages of life. And in that capacity, I often listen to the worries and troubles of people I know well who are having difficulties in life, help them through a crisis, or simply guide them toward solutions to their problems. Excuse me for rambling on, but what do you think so far, Rob? Are these questions or just observations?

"You mean something like a psychiatrist for lunatics?" Rob asked. "Well, no, not quite; although I do sometimes wonder..." Scott mused, chuckling softly. "More mundane, Rob. Usually, it's one or two sessions where we meet with people who confide their problems and confusions to me, and we try to work out solutions together. Sometimes, depending on the nature of their issues, I feel it's necessary and helpful to be more proactive about a behavioral situation they're experiencing, for example, one with a sexual component." "So you met with my parents about a sexual problem they had... you mean, because of me?!" Rob exclaimed. "No, no, not at all because of you, Rob. You seem perfectly normal to me for a horny young teenager exploring this new world," Scott replied, leaning back in his comfortable armchair. "I have a slight confidentiality issue here, as I'm normally forbidden from discussing anything I learn about others with anyone else. But in this case, I spoke to your parents about it, and they agreed that I could share it with you."

“Oh, so you mean Dad and I like to give each other blowjobs while Mom and my sister watch?” “Not exactly, Rob; quite the opposite…” Scott replied, confusing Rob even more. Sorry, Rob, but let me put it more clearly: You helped solve their problems, not create them. Your mother, Ellie, and your father, Ed, came to me for advice a few years ago… and after the usual concerns about overcoming their embarrassment, they told me that while their sex lives were healthy, they left them feeling unfulfilled and they needed more. Your father admitted to being bisexual, just like your mother, and he said he had enjoyed the company of male friends from high school and college, but not since he and your mother got married. I asked them to give me examples of who they were attracted to, and they said they had been attracted to you and Kristie, your younger sister, and even some of your friends. Then they admitted that I was also one of their objects of lust and desire. I tried to explain this to them, assuring them that there was nothing unusual or necessarily wrong with these thoughts, and that many, if not most, of us have similar ones. But unfortunately, talking and acting are two completely different means to an end; and talking was not the right way.

“I know that, Scott. When my father talked to me about masturbation, it wasn’t the same as doing it,” Rob said.
“That’s right, Rob, and that was the lightbulb moment that made me think about a possible solution to their situation,” Scott explained. “I told them to come back next week at the usual time and that I had an idea about the whole thing, but needed a few more days to think about it before I could suggest it. I also told them not to have sex for a week until we could see each other again.”

“Wow, I think I know what you’re getting at,” Rob said. “I’m guessing you’re right, Rob; you’re not only one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever met, but also one of the smartest,” Scott said, staring at the boy’s hardening penis. “Please tell me what happened next week, Scott. Did Mom and Dad come up with your solution?” Rob pleaded.

“They actually did, and I suspect they hoped our meeting would turn into more than just a conversation. I’d called Ellie during the week and asked if they’d be wearing very casual clothes to the next session. She jokingly asked if I meant something easy and quick to take off. I replied, hopefully lightly and amusingly, that that would be a very good idea and that I’d also leave the suit and tie at home.” Scott smiled at Rob and involuntarily noticed that the boy’s penis was now imperceptibly poking out of his towel as he listened attentively and drank his beer.

“When your parents arrived that Wednesday afternoon, your mother was wearing a tennis dress, your father was wearing sweatpants and a polo shirt; I was wearing my running shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I suggested we all get comfortable and sit on my office sofa and chairs. When your mother sat down and spread her legs slightly, it was obvious she was only wearing a thong under her skirt. My chair faced your father, who was trying not to stare up my shorts at my semi-erect penis.” “Ha, that sounds a lot like Dad; he likes to sneak glances at my friends and my sister’s playmates when he thinks they’re not looking,” Rob laughed. “So what did you tell them?” I reassured them they were in a safe environment and asked them to trust me for the next hour, no matter what I told them.

I explained to them that in some cases of sexual dysfunction, a practical, experiential approach was a way to address it, and asked if they wanted to try it. Ellie asked me if I would participate in everything they did, and I emphasized that I would and that they could think of me as a sexual substitute for themselves. "What's a Sir...rah...gate, Scott?" Rob asked, confused but curious. "A substitute is someone who stands in for someone else, a stand-in, so to speak, who plays an important role and helps address a problem by going through it with the person involved, in this case, your parents," Scott explained sheepishly. "In other words, I told them they could use me for sex however they wanted." "What? ...you mean they could do anything they wanted to you?" Rob asked. “Yes, basically, but of course I knew what they were sexually attracted to, and I used that knowledge to guide them; although these things are never an exact science,” Scott explained.

When they accepted my suggestion, I stood up and undressed. I stood naked before them, my penis almost erect. Then I told them they should stand up and undress too. Your father complied immediately, dropping his pants and underwear and taking off his shirt. Scott said, "What about my mother? What did she do?" asked Rob, who was now holding his penis in his hand. "Your mother was a little shocked at that point, staring at two men with hard cocks standing right in front of her for the first time since college. Ed helped her up and unzipped her tennis skirt. He let it fall to the floor. Then he told her to raise her arms, and he pulled her top off. Then he knelt down and gently pulled her thong down. Damn, excuse my language. My mother was completely naked? And then?" Rob gasped. "As you know, your mother is a beautiful woman, with blonde hair, small, perky tits, big, hard nipples, and a very smooth-shaven pussy. She was still in a trance, and when your father noticed how wet she was, he bent over and licked her cunt until she suddenly came to and came back to us. She asked me what they should do now, and I smiled and told them they could do anything they wanted because now was their time to start a new life." to begin. Ellie took the lead and ordered your father to suck my cock so she could watch. Ed needed no further encouragement and crawled over to me, fondled my cock, which was dripping with precum, and opened his mouth to take it in.” “That’s exactly what Dad does to me,” Rob exclaimed. “He loves to go all out. Did he get it all in his mouth the first time?” Rob asked. "Yes, he did. You don't forget how to do that, no matter how long it's been since he last sucked a cock. He sucked my cock for several minutes while Ellie gave him instructions on what she wanted to see. She told me to pull it out of his mouth and slap him in the face with my cock. Then she made me sit down so Ed had to get on all fours to keep me in his mouth. Then she even surprised me by grabbing him from behind, squatting down to pee on his ass, and taking her fingers and shoving them up his ass."

“Oh my God, she did that to Dad and me once while we were giving each other head and they watched,” Rob explained. “They? Who were they, Rob?” Scott asked. “Kristie, two of her friends, and my mom,” Rob replied. “Well, that was one of her fantasies, which she told me about in one of our first counseling sessions. I’m glad they acted it out,” Scott explained. “What did you do when my dad was being fingered?” Rob asked. "When your mother did that, it really blew me away. I told them I was going to come in the next few seconds, and your mother ordered me to come in his mouth, then pull out and come on your father's face. I looked at her, and she was wildly rubbing her pussy while I sprayed my sperm all over his face, his eyes, his nose, and his hair. She dropped to the floor, spread her legs, and told Ed to kiss her so she could taste my sperm, and then to fuck her in the cunt as hard as he could. Your father was up to the task, and I watched as he pounded her with his swollen cock and fucked her mercilessly while they both cursed with pleasure before he
"He ejaculated so much sperm into your mother's cunt that it ran out while he continued fucking her."

“Scott, I’m totally turned on and hard right now because you’re telling me about Mom and Dad,” Rob explained. “What do you want me to do for you, Rob?” Scott asked with a mischievous smile. “Will you suck me again, please, Scott, please…” Rob begged. “You mean ‘bad,’ that’s an adverb,” Scott teased as he stood up and knelt in front of the 15-year-old boy with his 4-inch cock. He’d only had Rob’s cock in his mouth for a minute when Rob grabbed the back of his head and shot a load of cum into Scott’s mouth, more than he’d ever shot before. Scott continued swallowing the boy’s cum and sucking his cock until Rob begged him to stop because it was driving him crazy. Scott kissed him and got them both another beer while they recovered.

Scott looked at Rob and considered whether to continue working with him, offering him the opportunity to earn more money this summer by increasing his hours if he was interested. He had spoken at length with Ed and Ellie about the possibility of using their son as a surrogate to help with the ongoing needs of his flock, as they were increasingly coming to their pastor for advice and to proactively address their various sexual issues. The fact that Rob had enjoyed hearing about his parents' early sexual experiences with him, and that he hadn't hesitated when he asked Scott for another blowjob after their first time in the shower, sealed the deal for him. Scott concluded that he should at least offer Rob the opportunity to work with him as a surrogate.

“I’m glad you’re filling in as our groundskeeper this summer, Rob, and you should be able to earn at least some of what you need to buy that Mustang from your grandfather,” Scott said as they both recovered from the exertions of the past few hours. “Well, working the ten weeks in the summer at our church adds up to a thousand dollars; and maybe another thousand to 1,200 dollars mowing lawns for my neighbors the other days, but I’m still about a thousand dollars short.” Rob did the math, disappointed. “There are other opportunities for you if you’re interested, Rob,” Scott said. “Paul was our janitor and caretaker, but he also helped me out by acting as a sex substitute for some of the people I counsel. Since he has to move back to Chicago, I’m short a replacement. And I’d like to offer you the role of replacement, if that’s something you might like.” “Oh my God, really? … Is this a job I could make money with? … People you see and talk to would be interested in having sex with me?” Rob wondered. “Paul looks very young, but you actually are young; and many of the people I counsel have strong sexual fantasies involving young boys or girls, mostly their own teenagers,” Scott explained. “Paul made $150 to $200 each time he had a play session here with one of the men and women I counsel; each session lasted about 90 minutes, and he usually did two or three sessions a week.” “What would I have to do? Be naked like Mom and Dad and all that other stuff, like giving them head and all that?” Rob asked. "Good questions, Rob, and yes, you would certainly be naked most of the time, and the rest would depend on the other people and their secret desires. I would meet with you before each session and fill you in on all the details: who you would be playing with, what they are looking for, and how their needs could be met with our help."

"Our help? So you'd be there too, and naked?" Rob asked. "Of course, to make the lovemaking the best it can be and to ensure everyone feels safe and comfortable," Scott replied. "You won't be pressured to do anything you don't want to do. Just let me know, and I'll make other arrangements. So, what do you think now, Rob?" "That sounds like a lot of fun, and I can make a lot of money. When can I start?" Rob asked enthusiastically. "Wait a minute, I want you to think about it overnight and talk to your parents about it. I've done that before, so you don't need to be embarrassed in front of them. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your experience and familiarity with sex." "Sure, go ahead and ask, Scott, I'll try to answer as much as I can," Rob said.

"Do you think you can feel comfortable being naked with people you've just met?" "Yes, we're usually naked at home, and other friends are constantly dropping by."
"That's great, Rob; besides, I know you like sucking cocks. Have you sucked many besides your dad and me, of course?" "A few others, some of my school friends, my grandfather; and oh, Mr. Timmins, my gym teacher, and a few wrestling matches after that."

"How about fucking? Have you ever fucked anyone?" "Kristie and I have fucked a few times, and Mom wanted to see me put my cock in Dad's ass, so I did; and... oh, but maybe I shouldn't tell you..."

"It's okay, Rob, you can tell me anything... I'm not judging you."

"So, I fucked Nancy once last fall."

"Nancy? ... do you mean my daughter?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Scott."

"Don't be sorry, Rob; she's also a surrogate mother and fucks anyone who wants her; you'll probably even get several more opportunities to fuck her. Just a few more questions for you: Have you been fucked before, and did you like it, and would it be okay if one of my clients fucked you in the ass?"

"Yes, Mom and Dad fucked me, Mom with her strap-on; and sure, it felt incredible once I got used to it."

That's all for now, Rob. I really enjoyed our time together today and I'm looking forward to spending more time with you in the future, darling. So talk to your parents tonight and call me tomorrow to let me know your decision about whether you want to work as a surrogate with me. I can promise you there will be hard work and emotional challenges, but also lots of fun and joy.