"Buh… buh… Bryan!" The writhing, contorted shapeliness of her best friend was the first thing Jennifer saw. Celeste in the midst of copulation… with Bryan!
Grinding upward from the dark green carpet, forcing her totally inflamed lover to support her body as her legs wrapped in a delicious scissors at his waist, Celeste was long gone in orgasm.
And then the climax grabbed Jennifer's son. Jenny saw the humping excitement suddenly freeze and his frame stiffen to the ecstasy. A strange look swept his face as his loins pumped and the ejaculation roared.
Then before her eyes at the height of his coming Jennifer watched his head loll backward and his frame start to fold. He was fainting!
Without a word he wilted across the convulsing body under him and as she felt him falling Celeste grabbed his arms, easing him down even as she ground against him, taking the final spurts of his semen.
All at once the den was completely still. Celeste lay quietly under the boy, her arms wrapped around him. Her head swung toward the door from the dining room as Jennifer entered.
"He's absolutely precious, Jenn." Not a hint of embarrassment or wrongdoing in her eyes and the mood was instantly communicated.
Moving to where the two lay entwined, Jennifer sank to their side and reached to press fingertips under her son's chin. The pulse was very normal, but he was obviously in a deep faint.
"It happened the last time we were together." Celeste said the words slowly and thoughtfully and seemed unaware of their impact on Jennifer.
"The… last… time?"
"Two nights ago. He came to me and he thought I was sound asleep through it all. But Jennifer, darling, no girl will ever sleep when your men are around!"
"What happened?" It seemed to Jennifer incredible to feel so natural. This mad conversation! Here, inches away, Celeste's body was bound to the body of her only child. Bryan's phallus was buried in the vagina of the first woman he'd been intimate with. It was a scene to rip the heart from the overly motherly, but as she shifted her glance, Jenny felt a quivering curiosity to know how that instrument of love sunk far from sight in Celeste's wonderful nudity must feel.
"He is a gorgeous boy," murmured Celeste, not elaborating on the first time she had been with Bryan. "Did you ever know any man who fainted in orgasm?"
"It's because of who he's with and because he's so young."
"I don't think anyone fifteen ever had this much. Look at how he stays!" Celeste writhed free of the coital embrace, the glistening prick spilling from her cleft. She slithered around as she tugged Bryan to his back and the cock flopped from side to side in half-hardened impudence. The last of his discharge dripped in stringy sparkling weariness from the still thickened head.
"It feels like a volcano exploding when he comes," said Celeste, fingering the bent penis. "Oh, he's absolutely darling, Jenny! And just to think you made him inside beautiful you!" An arm crossed across Jennifer's shoulders and tugged her in an impulsive hug.
"I really did, didn't I?" Jennifer crouched across Bryan's hip and stared closely at the semi-inflated cock and the well stocked balls. "He looks as if he must be nine inches when he's erect and he doesn't lose much like this."
Celeste stroked the pubic flesh under the puffy cock and the penis trembled slightly. "So strange to be so much man and no pubic hair yet."
Jennifer caught Celeste's fingers fiercely and stopped the seductive stroking. "Celeste! Would it… do you think I'd be terrible if I maybe kiss one little kiss on his… you know?" Her eyebrows arched worriedly and light silver platinum hair tossed prettily as Jennifer tilted her head to look anxiously for Celeste's reaction.
"There's an old saying, 'It's right for you to do what you will with your own.' That's right now," said Celeste, her hand stroking lightly down Jennifer's shoulders and across her back. "Maybe you should do more than kiss…"
"Would it be…?" Without knowing how to word the question, Jennifer pressed across Bryan's thigh and, catching his bent cock between thumb and forefinger, straightened it, then aimed it toward her lips. "I'd love to see it ejaculate semen," she whispered. "It would be almost like me ejaculating, 'cause he came from me."
"Do it!" exclaimed Celeste, fingering the buttons at the back of Jenny's blouse and slipping the white satin and the bra beneath from her body. Her hands clasped eagerly at the perky breasts. The nipples were very hard.
"Don't!" protested Jennifer when Celeste's fingers found the snap at the side of her wraparound mini. "I'm naked underneath." It was already too late, the red mini dropped silently from her hips and she was nude.
"Taste him, Jennifer!" urged Celeste, cupping her body in a warm, intimate foetal curve to Jennifer's back. "He's honey sweet."
"I'd be frightened," whispered Jenny. "He's so young and he's my son and…"
"…and he'll never know," interrupted Celeste, reaching under her friend's lightly trembling frame to grab the unchanged half erection and slap it impudently against Jennifer's cheek. "We'll both taste him."
With an impatient wriggle she adjusted her position behind and over Jennifer's right shoulder and propelled the gleaming cap, its light coating of semen beginning to crystallize, directly to Jennifer's lips.
"Mmmmmhhhh… sweet!" The shyness was suddenly gone as the youthful baby-pink flesh teased into the oval of her mouth.
"Lick it nice and shiny fresh," urged Celeste, feeling the first signs of stiffening on the organ she still fingered as Jennifer mouthed.
"Ohhhh… guh… golly!" Jenny pulled her head back abruptly as erection elastic, deep inside the unconscious Bryan, snapped and his penis stormed to total hardness.
"Isn't that a miracle?" demanded Celeste. "He doesn't know a thing that's happening, but he needs you to suck him just the way he used to suck at your breasts when you fed him."
"Oh, Celeste." Jennifer's eyes were wide and frightened as she turned to look at her friend. "I'm scared. I don't care about any of those mother things… I just… I just want to suck him. Am I awful? I want to suck that beautiful cock and then I… I want to fuck it… and I'm so scared."
"But, why… why, darling?" The hand caressing Jennifer's back insinuated itself boldly under her hip and crept quickly to a furnace-hot vulva.
"He… oh, if he ever should come to and see."
"Not a word!" exclaimed Celeste. "Not one more word. You love his body any way you want. I'll fix it so he won't see, if he does happen to come to. Not one more word!"
Pressing a finger to her lips, she darted to a scarf lying on the davenport and by the time she dropped to her knees at Bryan's head, Jennifer was loving in one way that she wanted. The rigid burgeoning prick was grotesque in its stallion hugeness stuffing into widespread lips.
With eyes closed, lest she lose her courage, Jennifer performed fellatio with a vengeance on her son's helpless erection. At his head Celeste was busily snugging the knot of the blindfold that would guarantee the secret, if Bryan woke.
Wild glitter as Jennifer's eyes suddenly opened. Celeste knew she felt the quivering alert that his cock was going to erupt. It came… first, cannonading deep into the sucking lips, then spraying in silvery glory across both females as Jennifer spewed the prick cap into the open. Without the donor being the least bit aware, Bryan ejaculated his wealth of semen high and wide before Jennifer's worshipping eyes.
"It's beautiful!" she breathed, straightening unsteadily and staring down at the blindfolded figure spreadlegged naked before her.
"It's your own." Celeste crawled to Bryan's feet and tugged the legs together. "You've made a lovely man for the world. You should feel him."
Jenny gave a terrified little cry of last resistance overwhelmed by driving desire.
"But you know what I'll be doing if I do it?"
"You'll be satisfying a curiosity that won't let you go now or ever, if you don't." Celeste was sprawled across Bryan's hip, licking happily at the resurgent cock. "It only went down a little after it came. He has so much and to spare… not another word now! You're helping him." She aimed the cock suggestively at Jennifer's crotch and the pull was like a great magnet.
Moving automaton-like, out of all control to stop even if she wanted, Jennifer straddled the powerful thighs and inched to the critical position. Her son's cock was bold against the very flesh through which he had fifteen years before come into the world.
Now all thought of this male wonder boy as her own flesh and blood was gone. She eased down and her pussy cleft spread wide to the gentle onslaught of the broad glans tip.
"Ooohhh, Celeste, he's so big! BIG!" Jenny was in obvious passion agony. Wanting to take her son's erection totally and even as the thick crown stuffed its way into her vagina's threshold, knowing he was the biggest organ she had ever taken.
"I'll help… let me lick it with love lube!" Celeste sprawled on her tummy, rested her chin on her elbows close by Bryan's hip, and stared in fascination. Jennifer's petite body mounted atop his hard-on was as youthful in appearance as his own fifteen years and her small size made Jenn seem even younger.
Her labial lips wide stretched, distended to the outer limit as they spread to welcome the stud she had once given birth to. That was an incredible thing to Celeste. Through pussy gates now trying to accommodate a hungry cock, once exited the owner of that monstrosity.
A glow of excitement tingled through Celeste at the awareness of the feeling Jennifer must be experiencing. She wanted to share it and stretched eagerly across the pulsing bodies to kiss fervently at the meeting place of cock and cunt. "I'm your maid-in-waiting."
"Oh, Celeste… that's soo… so good!" Jenny's lithe body writhed ecstatically to the tongue probing the thin stretched flanges of her love lips.
It was all the encouragement the maid-in-waiting wanted. Licking from the naked curve of Bryan's pubic mound up the spearing cock shaft, then around the circumference of the merger of penis with vulva, she wetted the friction-heated flesh of both with lips and tongue and saliva.
Jennifer stared entranced at the passion in Celeste's assault on Bryan's prick. Her mouth circled only half the width of the phallic barrel and she munched the swollen hardness like a child with her first candy apple. Ruby rich lips, wet and wild, nursed the washboard ripples of the hard-on and the lubrication of the saliva eased the friction of the cemented male and female flesh, letting Jennifer lower onto the cock inch by inch.
"Oh, Jenn, you're beautiful!" moaned an ecstatic Celeste, watching the coital union gradually… totally engulf Bryan's erection and take it from sight in the tight cave of Jenny's cunt.
Bryan's groan abruptly stung two preoccupied females with the presence of a male. Doubly jolting to both. So immersed were they in cock play, they had completely forgotten his organ belonged to a total human being. One who might well be horrified by the act he had been forced into while unconscious.
"Whu… what…?" Bryan's hand moved toward the blindfold covering his eyes and Celeste's hand barely reached the cloth in time.
"Leave it, dear Bryan." She squirmed to position beside Jennifer as the boy's quivering frame announced full consciousness was back.
"Wow… tight!" He arched against the rug and Jennifer, eyes terror-filled with awareness of the disaster if he saw, responded with the only tool she had. Force him to fuck fury!
Writhing and grinding on the impaling prick, managing silence even when she wanted to scream, she rocked and pulsed in copulation frenzy. Suddenly it was no charade! The cramming cock, threatening to split her into ten women, crushed her clit in rabbit punch urgency and a hyper-sensitized sex trigger was pulled. Fighting the want to cry out in rapture, Jenny rode her orgasm through reaching crest after crest before feeling the start of Bryan's climax.
"Omigosh! Guh… golly… gotta! YEAH!" He was a thrashing, driving stallion, flat on his back and grinding upward into a strange hitherto unfelt new paradise.
His ejaculation shot and it felt as if it was torn from his depths. The feverish tightness was pain and pleasure and at the height of his orgasm it didn't matter which was which.
And it was gone almost the instant he completed.
A sensation that would bug Bryan for nights afterward was that three of them seemed to be there in that den. Celeste didn't say a word for long minutes after he had finished. Her body pressed motionless alongside his. But something needled Bryan that the woman he had just made love to and Celeste were two different people. Impossible! No sense to that at all, he knew!
"What's the blindfold for?" he demanded, feeling her lips at his earlobe.
"No reason." Celeste sounded noncommittal. "Some men like to feel trapped and forced into making love. Like a prisoner. Did you know you fainted?"
"That's what it was!" He rubbed his eyes as she took away the blindfold. "Everything seemed different. You even felt different."
"What did it feel like just before you fainted?" Celeste smiled at the expression of sheepishness in his face. "Don't be shy. I want to know. Maybe it isn't good for you to do this."
"Maybe it's just because it's too good! I got a feeling I was caught in a whirlpool inside you. Like it was swirling me around and around and every bit of me was spunking. Wow! Then right when I was squirting into you I felt my head spinning and I just blacked out."
"What'd you feel just now when you came to again?"
Listening just beyond the dining room door, Jennifer shivered at the unrelenting after-pressure of Bryan still filling her vagina. Had she really been so bold? she wondered…
It was time to end the romp in the den and she tiptoed through the kitchen, wondering how far the play in her home would run from this point. In the kitchen she felt a tremor of fear when she remembered that her flight from the den had been so fast she had left her clothing. Little danger of Bryan's noticing, the way he left his own things scattered, but it left an after-taste of the risk she had run.
"It has got to stop right here, Jennifer Quinby," she scolded herself aloud as she pulled on the only outdoor wear she could find in the laundry room. Bikini clad she stepped outside to the car and hurriedly backed to the driveway entry, then drove back again to the back of the house, giving a blast of the horn to announce her "arrival".
Next door a curious Denise Pritchard studied the cute teeny bikini on the trim body of her neighbor. From the second floor landing of her home, Denise had seen Jennifer's return from the grocery and puzzled when the station wagon, loaded with groceries, stayed in the drive for almost an hour. The horn brought her running to a window and peering from behind a drape, a fascinated Denise wondered at Jennifer's change to bikini and her behavior with the bags of supplies. It had to have something to do with sex, guessed an intrigued neighbor, and it must have something to do with Bryan.
Even as she thought it, the fifteen-year-old burst from the kitchen, visibly flustered. His hair, usually in place, was ruffled. His rivieras, always showing an impressive bulge, now revealed that if he was seen by a stranger, he would be suspect of mounting an erection. Under tight white elastic was the clear outline of the boy's man-prick, so visible that its dorsal funnel was evident. He had either just shot or was building for it in his mind. Denise shivered with want.
Bryan was shaken by the sound of the horn. Impatient to have Celeste again as soon as her fingers had resurrected his hardness, he had barely entered her body when the horn blast announced his mother's return. In a flurry to dress that amused Celeste, he had dragged his snug trunks across a determined erection.
"Thanks, dear." Jennifer tried to sound house-wifely routine as she dropped the tailgate on the wagon. "Some of the bags are heavy and need a man's hand."
It was a stinging provocative word to a psyched young male. He was a man! He followed Jenny to the steps into the kitchen and as she walked, he mulled the fact that his mother would know about a man and not just about his hand. A man's cock was something she'd also know about.
His thoughts were sex and more sex. He couldn't shake the remembered sensation of incredible tightness locked around his cock as he recovered from fainting. It was why he'd wanted to take Celeste again… fast… to see if he'd faint for one thing. That had to be damned unmanly, he was sure. And more, he wanted to see if she felt that tight the second time around.
Impossible! He was sure he had been loved by a second female. Maybe another Goddess called in by Celeste to share the play with her passed out lover.
Lord! What she must think of his fainting over orgasm! Maybe she changed her cunt size to squeeze him awake!
Before him, stepping into the kitchen, was the impudent petiteness of his mother's bod – cute – sexy… SEXY? It was a label Bryan never had hung on his mom, even if she always had been there for him to see. Often as scantily clad as right now. Bet she'd have felt about the way that tight snatch felt on his dick, he thought, and winced even as he toyed with the notion.
Mother fucker! It was a crack one of the older guys on the football squad had tried to lay on him at practice only a week before. Bryan had come unglued at the insult to his mom. Coach Taylor had had to peel him off the guy.
Now at the kitchen sink he was uncomfortably aware of the sensuality of the female next to him. His own mother? But there was an aura about her… a sexy kind of fragrance, too. He saw the pert thrust of bare breast flesh under a not large enough halter and he spun from the counter quickly.
Hurrying from the kitchen for the rest of the groceries, he saw a drape move in the Pritchard window upstairs. Everywhere! Just everywhere he looked there were females staring and females seducing guys and guys getting hard-ons because of these kind of thoughts.
The surging column of flesh in his trunks was rampaging for freedom when he straightened from the tailgate of the wagon and headed for the kitchen, arms loaded with two heavy bags.
Jennifer saw the pole hardness rigidly vertical against the white trunks. Her son! In erection and in imminent danger of popping out on bold display. Her glance darted to the Pritchard windows and saw no sign of anything moving in that house. With a sigh as the screen door slammed behind his return, she pretended preoccupation at the sink when he reached her side and eased the bags to the counter.
What possessed her, Jennifer knew she'd never understand, but something needled her to dare. As he lifted the box of eggs from the top of one bag, she said softly, "Take it out, Bryan, before it kills you."
"Huhwwwatt?"
A box of eggs almost spilled open in his hand and he made a last ditch grab and prevented the disaster. The big disaster was already alive in his mind.
"I won't look. You are about to ruin a perfectly good bathing suit. Are you bothered by me?"
"Aw, hell! Look, you're my…"
Jennifer waved him to silence over her shoulder. "I know, I know! I'm your mother. And if I didn't ever give you sexual thoughts, I'd be a flop as a female. Am I a flop?"
"Gosh… anything but…!" Crazy vibrations spun through Bryan's brain. Right on top of the games with Celeste and that wild sensation of tiny cunt riding his big cock, the words he was hearing were wildly inflaming.
Truth sizzled home. He had a long burn for this cuddly caressable bundle beside him. She must have had her own burn to even begin to talk like that. Dizzying as it was, to Bryan it was a breath of fresh air after months of wondering.
He stepped quietly close behind her lithe, lovely petiteness, ogling the platinum page boy styled close to her head to accent her littleness. When he pressed forward against the impudent curve of her buttocks, she caught her breath and gripping the sink edge, waited motionless.
"I took it out," he whispered through the silver lightness of her hair. "Gotta do something with it. You scared?" His voice was brittle taut.
"I'm scared of only one thing, Bryan." She swung slowly around from the sink and her arms reached high to circle her son's neck. "I'm scared of secret feelings. I don't think anyone in a loving family needs to have them, do you?" She clutched the shaft and fought the swirl of desire that whipped her to drop before his cock in suck frenzy. "Are you scared to be yourself? Be what you feel!"
He grabbed the erection impulsively. "I feel like this so much!"
He aimed the want-ridden cock directly at her crotch and began to pump himself frantically. "I got so much to give and… wow! I got hots for you and for Celeste and for the twins and Denise and…" He was masturbating and grabbing at the same time. Tearing and pulling at Jennifer's halter! Shredding her bikini panties from her body!
"Gotta love… gotta love!" he panted frenziedly, feeling the soaring of his ejaculation and letting the passion take command.
Splattering semen, warm and wonderful, slapped Jennifer's front and stung her to reality. The boy was fantastically oversexed and deep in needing expression. He had better be helped.
"Celeste?" There was no answer from the door where Jennifer was sure the scene had been watched. "He's gone, Celeste," she whispered urgently. "He's out by the pool. We've got troubles."
"Only if we let them be troubles." Celeste sauntered into the kitchen, clad in her pink peignoir. "You did the right thing. He's looking to see if sex is sneaked or open. You did right."
Jennifer threw her arms around her onetime roommate. "Oh, I wish we were back in Gordon together without all these decisions. It's scary. What would the neighbors think?"
Celeste aimed a contemptuous glance toward the kitchen window. "What do you care? They'll think what they please and from what I saw last night over there when I came in, you're practically puritan."
"Tell me… tell me…!"