Sara's Car Trip

This was the first summer both my sister and I were going to be home from college. I was just over my sophomore year and sis was one year younger finishing her freshman year. The annual tradition was a summer vacation and because we were both home dad was going to resume the tradition.

"What's in the bag?"

"Nothin." She was hiding something.

"For the trip?"

"Maybe." Sara turned, holding the bag behind her back swinging herself back and forth.

"Dad told you where we're going didn't he?"

She smiled, "He might of."

"Tell me. Just tell me." And I turned from my books.

"Do the dishes."

"No." I threw myself back in my seat. "I can just wait for dad." She knew I did NOT want to wait.

"Ok then," shrugging her shoulders, holding her lower lip out, and she started to walk away.

"No. Wait!"

And she turned.

"What?"

"Do the dishes, and I'll do something else for you." She was being sweet and pouty, a great skill she had developed.

I just looked at her.

She continued in a sing song voice, "If I do it, you'll know where we are going."

"Ok. Ok. Dishes," I said.

And she ran out of the room.

I yelled after her. "You didn't tell me!"

All I heard was "WAIT!"

After about fifteen minutes, I had started reading my book again, She came back out.

"It's . . ." I stared at her, " . . . a bathing suit!" And she put her hands to her hips, turned to the side, head tilted so her hair hung over one shoulder, smiling at me.

"Ta Da!"

My twenty year old sister was modeling her new swim suit for me. It was very Red, and very very Small. There were just strings at the sides, little ties at each hip bone. The bottoms were the smallest little triangle, and when she turned, no more than an inch covering her backside. I could see the whole curve of her ass. I took in her narrow waist, the muscles of her shoulders, the curve of her hips, the flat of her tummy centered with a little tear drop navel, narrowing to a little space between her long legs. I loved the look of red against her soft white skin, her long dark hair tusseled and falling about her face, red lips, white teeth smiling at me. In that moment, that image of her was permanently etched in my brain.

When did she start looking so hot!

I sat up in my chair, staring. Oogling more like. I could not stop looking at her.

She smiled and faced me, then turning, looking over her shoulder trying to see her ass.

"Well??" Hands on her hips now.

"I like it."

"Does it look like it fits?"

"I like it," was all I could say.

She jumped a little. Excitedly. I could see her breasts tugging at the small fabric with each bounce, the soft swells of flesh at the edges. Her legs were apart, Shit I could see the mound of her pussy. I could see whispy hairs peeking from under her bottoms.

She looked down her front following my eyes and I saw her blush and pull her legs together quickly, and turn her hip to me.

"Sorry, I needed to shave." Turning from me now, but giving me a perfect view of her ass as she did. She looked back again, embarassment in her eyes, I could tell. But enjoying my reaction.

And then as suddenly as she arrived, ran out of the room yelling, "Dishes!"

"We're going to Florida," I yelled after her. "Where?"

"Daytona! And we're driving."

"Driving??"

I didn't hear that right.

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How it ever happened is beyond me, a curiosity and compulsion that rocked my world. I do know where it started. That simple car trip, three weeks one summer my sister and I together with our parents on our first summer where we were both home after college. We'd never driven for a vacation before, and in the interest of saving money dad decided that we would 'hoof it.' We didn't object.

The plan was that at each hotel, we would reserve two rooms one with a double bed for mom and dad, and another with two double beds for sis and myself. I remember this seeming just a little weird but really it was no big deal, that wasn't it. Though, the first night had its moments since we watched TV on the one bed, Sara in her long T shirt and myself in a pair of boxers.

I asked, "Where's that bathing suit?"

She responded with her mouth full of food, "In my bag." She looked sideways at me and smiled, crinkling her nose at me.

"Have you tried it on, since . . ."

She finished my sentence, ". . .I showed you. No."

"Mmmm." I kept watching the TV. It felt just a little warm in there.

The evening of the second day driving we were somewhere in Missouri, an unbelievable hot muggy day, and we had to stop earlier than planned due to the car 'acting up' a little. The hotel had only one room, with two double beds. So this night it would be mom and dad in one bed, and sis and I in the other. The room was small, and there were four of us sweaty, red and hot.

The cars cooling system was not working properly so dad, in an effort to save the engine, not only had to turn off the air conditioning, but he had to blast the heat into the car. It was 100 degrees with the heater going. While we sat in the back seat sweating buckets, my sister and I were so uncomfortable we could barely stand it. Our legs were sticking to the seat. Whenever we stopped the air would still in the car, heat blasting us, it was suffocating. And I could smell Sara, her body's scent was sweet, better than I had ever remembered for whatever reason. I could feel myself getting slightly aroused even just from the smell of her. Like cinnamon dust, fleshy and earthy, wet, the occasional smell of sex.

I would look over at her shining neck and know that my finger could slide along its lubricated surface, down past her collar bone, drops of moisture running down into her top, between her breasts. She had a half top on, and I could see her shining stomach, wet with sweat, lines of sweat running into her tight faded jean shorts, buttons at the fly. No bra. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, red from the heat. She sat with one leg up, her knee sticking to the back of the seat. I would glance over looking at the crotch of her shorts. . .at her thighs, her shining legs . . . her bare feet, painted toes.

I'd close my eyes, slide myself away to the half open window, press my head to the glass. Let the air tossel my hair, feeling the beat of my heart.

The 'thing' happened that day.

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Because of the car, we did not reach our destination, had to stop, still 400 miles short that day, and arrived at a hotel for which we had no reservation. This was great, just great. We had passed two other hotels because they were full. When dad came out, he was smiling.

"Good News! They have a room, but just one. It has two double beds. Looks like you two need to share."

"No big deal." I shrugged. She glanced at me.

She just said, "Is it air conditioned?"

That night Sara wore the same long T shirt, I the same pair of grey boxers. We were all showered now, exhausted but clean, scented, air conditioned and laying on 'our' bed. The covers were still in place, and I was stealing glances, first at my parents, and then my sister. We were tired, bone tired, but I could feel my heart race slightly as we pulled back the sheets and from each side of the bed slid in. As the blanket pulled up over Sara's hips I could see her T ride up slightly, giving me a brief glimpse of her thighs and the soft curve of her ass. The warmth of the bed increased, I could feel the heat emanating from her side, the smell of her washed hair, and I placed my nose beneath the sheets - her scent again. I was happy, this was wonderful. It would never happen again.

We turned the lights out and I lay awake for the longest time, my eyes felt like they were glowing. Each time she shifted I could feel the bounce of the mattress. When she lay on her side away from me I could feel the sheets move away from me, and would lightly pull them back my way, feeling her shift lightly as I tugged. After awhile, stillness, I could tell she was asleep. The sound of her soft breath. Gradually, slowly I drifted off.

I felt her arm against me and woke immediately, and without moving turned my head to look at the clock, it was 3 AM. Her shoulder was pressed against me and she was laying now on her back. There was a light outside the window shining into the room and I could look over at her in the blue light and see the features of her face. Her hair was thrown up around the pillow, her lips pressed lightly together. Her small nose flaring lightly with each breath. Her head was inclined toward me, and I was no more than a few inches from her mouth, could feel her hair touching my face. Our shoulders were pressed together and I kept my hands on my stomach. The mattress was old and curved in at the middle and probably accounted for our positioning, for I was also not at my edge of the bed. I could have easily slid back over to my side, yet I remained.

The more I thought about where I was, where we were, my heart began racing again. I could feel her exhale against my cheek, the warmth of her. And that smell! I turned myself so that my shoulder was now slightly lower than hers and I was just facing her, not on my side but tilted. And I lay my right hand upon her stomach right over her T shirt, let it rest at the center of her tummy right between her navel and her ribs, just feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. She shifted only slightly at my touch, and I could feel her hairs brushing my ear as she nuzzled lightly against me.

What was I even thinking? Why did I do that? Even just to lay my hand upon her. I was listening to her breath and feeling it at the same time, smelling her soft hair, sensing her warmth, the weight of her shoulder on me. It was so soft and sensual. Simple and silent in the bluish dark room. I had never imagined my sister in an erotic or sensual or sexual way, and now touching her lightly, letting my fingers press down into her abdomen, it was all I could feel. I was suffused with a feeling of pure pleasure.

I was drifting off to sleep again.

I woke about two hours later, and realized my right hand was still on her tummy, the same spot. But then realizing that it was no longer on top of her T shirt, but laying upon her bare skin. I had no idea how the T had ridden up. She had her right arm up over her head and was still on her back, still leaning against me to my left. The room was totally silent, and I simply lay there taking in where I was with every sense I possessed.

As I lay motionless however, I began to move my fingers lightly along her downy soft skin, up and down then the smallest of circles, feeling the light hairs across her middle, and I reached to her left side, letting my fingers curl around her ribs, almost holding her to me, pressing my palm into her. At that moment, she took a deep breath and as she exhaled, took my hand in hers and lifted me off, lay my hand back down beside her. I froze, looking at her. What did she think? I held my breath. It was an accident, I feigned sleep, but after another moment she didn't move, she was still sleeping. Her breathing hadn't even changed. The other thing I noticed was that the blanket had been kicked off and we were only covered by a thin white sheet. I could feel that her top was pulled up all the way to just under her breasts, by the bunched up fabric that pressed against me at my side.

And she was still holding my hand, lightly, our fingers intertwined, and I really liked the way it felt. We never had held hands before. I had one other realization. My cock was hard, its tip pressed out the top of my boxers and I could feel myself dripping onto my abdomen. My sisters hand holding mine was right at the side of my hip and because I was turned lightly toward her, the tip of my cock was precariously close to her hand. I lay back a little flatter still holding her hand. I was picturing her beneath the fabric, her soft exposed skin, picturing her hips, her panties, her body right next to mine. The intimacy of our evening, utterly unrepeatable. This would never happen again and I wanted to see her.

So, ever so carefully, I tipped my head under the sheet scootching myself down the bed. The light shined readily through the thin fabric and under the blue light, further shaded by the cotton sheet I could see the soft swell of her tummy, her concave abdomen, her hip bone and the thin fabric - her panties! White, glowing in the low light. I turned slightly for a better view, scrunching just a little lower. Her breathing even, rising and falling. I could see the start of the rise of her breasts, the fabric of the T shirt risen just slightly showing the edges of her breasts, bare skin. I could see where we were holding hands and the tip of my cock poking out the top of my boxers not three inches from her bare thighs. She was so beautiful. It was so warm and the scent of her body enveloped me, the sound of her breathing the rise and fall of her stomach seemed magnified.

I let go her hand and lay my hand once more on her tummy, a little lower this time, covering her abdomen just below her navel. Her breathing was still smooth, slow, rising and falling, still warm, the soft hairs. I could feel the soft downy hairs, coursening lightly to the edge of her panties. My figner tips rubbing the soft white cotton edge.

I felt her hand again take mine, and again lift me off of her and set it back down at her side. I froze, unmoving, holding my breath under the sheet. She squeezed my hand lightly, wrapped her fingers around mine. Her breathing changed slightly. I could not move, hidden under the sheet, such a fool . . . she had to know.

Next moment . . . she let go my hand and . . .

The sheet lifted and I started, her eyes were on me, she looked directly at me and I could barely catch my breath now and my heart raced. What was I doing? What could I say? She noticed how I had jumped when the sheet rose, my eyes were wide, glowing no doubt in the blue light darkness.

She whispered lazily as she stared at me, "What are you doing?" holding the sheet as a tent over me.

And then in this little hermetically sealed world I had created, of scents and warmth, beneath the sheets of our bed and her exposed body she looked around, saw herself - and realized.

She looked at me, a sort of confused and indecipherable smile. And she said it again with a knowing growl, "What are you doing?"

I just stared pathetically up at her. I was so ashamed. She widened her eyes at me, mimicking my own look, "Get up here." And I lifted myself from beneath the sheet, she letting it fall around us again.

She pulled her T shirt back down around herself, lifted her hips slightly, tugging and moving the T back down around her thighs, and without shifting herself away from me turned her face to me, and simply breathed a very light, "You behave. Go back to sleep."

I mouthed to her, "I'm sorry. I . . ."

She closed her eyes, lazily sighing, "Hmm, I bet you are," as she turned herself away from me tugging the sheet as she turned.

But, then reaching back with her hand, gently took my hand in hers. I wanted to be sure she wasn't mad at me, so I gave her hand a little squeeze, and she gave me the same.

I don't know what came over me just then, I was so happy that she wasn't mad, I began to play with her fingers and sort of rub her palm, feeling the skin between her fingers, and she responded in kind rolling on her back again after a moment. We silently lay there holding hands, fondling one another's fingers until we dozed off to sleep once more.

The next day was going to be one of sitting around and waiting, and Sara woke before me, showered and got dressed, and was sitting on a sofa looking at magazines when I walked over in my boxers and sat down.

She looked at by boxers and then me, "Good morning."

"Morning" I said back, uncertain.

No acknowledgment of last night, no accusing stares. I was happy.

A normal day.

That afternoon we were bored and just wanted to get away from our folks, and they agreed to let us explore a little. We found this little park area with benches and an outdoor food court. We sat down at an outdoor table, cars going by in the distance, and ate our burgers and sodas in the heat and dust.

"This is pretty long," Sara yawned and stretched.

"Pretty boring," I replied.

"Oh, I don't mind it when we're driving, I like watching the scenery," she had this tendency of contradicting me.

"Do you know when we get there?"

"Dad said just two more days once we start again."

I looked at her, "He tells you everything!"

"What??" She said in mock surprise.

"He told you WHERE we were going before me."

She smiled and touched her nose, "I asked," and then reached over patting my hand, "Try it sometime, it works wonders."

"Here." I handed her my drink.

She tilted her head back and threw her long hair over her shoulders and settled back in.

"First thing I do when we get there is find the beach, I want SAND between my toes!"

"Ahhh," I said like a sage

"What?"

"Bathing Suit," was all I said, picturing her.

"So? I want sun and water and sand for one whole week. We've already lost a day."

I stared at her.

"What?"

"Nothing. Nothing."

"Come on. It makes me crazy when you do that." She was leaning toward me, sipping from my soda.

"It's only just. When you said that. It's . . . I picture you in that bathing suit."

She paused, remembering her show, then smiled.

I continued, "Laying out in the sand. I can picture it, that's all."

"Yeah well. . ." And she leaned low and forward looking up at me, "You can probably picture a lot after last night."

I went beet red.

Then whispering, "You like looking don't ya!"

"Shhhh," I looked around. "I didn't . . ."

She was smiling, playing with the straw, looking daggers at me.

"It wasn't like that. I didn't SEE anything."

"I Bet! Head under the covers," and she held an imaginary sheet over her head and looking down over her body. "Nope. Nothing!" And she put her hands back down.

I looked around. No one noticing.

There was silence.

She tipped her head down lower, let the edges of her dark hair touch the table top all around.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Blocking the light. Trying to see if I can get it to where it was and see what you saw. There!"

"Stop it!" I looked around again.

And talking down into the table, "Hmm. I think you saw quite a bit," before she tipped her head back up, with an air. "And Hey! She swatted toward me, "How did my nightshirt get up so high?"

"Shh. Shhh," and I was ready to get up now. People could hear. I was bright red. So embarrassed. I did not think this would ever come up today.

"I didn't have. I had nothing to do with THAT. I swear."

She seemed to sense going to far just then, and in as disarming a voice as possible, "I was just kidding. It was, no big . . ."

I was just staring down at the table now. Ashamed. She knew it.

She softened her voice further. "Jason. It's no big . . .Jason. Jason! Look at me."

I looked up.

"Listen. Truth. I sorta liked . . .you know, holding your hand. Having you there. It was nice. I haven't held anybody's hand in a long time."

"Yeah, well, I'm your brother."

She shrugged. "It's just hands, And . . ." for a moment her eyes twinkled as she was lifting her hands to look under the imaginary sheet, glancing down and then back at me.

I moved to get up.

"Oh, I won't go there. Sit." She shifted in her seat and leaned to me again, "Come on Ok? It was ok. It's just holding hands. I haven't . . . I haven't done a lot of things in quite awhile. . ."

"What? What do you mean?"

" . . . Probably why I liked it."

I looked up at her.

"You know -- THINGS!"

"Thing?"

"Oh God. Boys!" Her eyes got big, "That I held hands with boys. Boys. THINGS! With boys. . . Forget it."

A Life Changing Trip with Mother Ch. 06

Chapter 14

Later that morning Eric and Melissa put on their snowsuits again and went outside. The snow had let up a bit, but the forecast was for a foot more. They found some snowshoes in a shed out back and took a long walk across the hill toward the crest of the mountain. The view was breathtaking, but so was the relationship that had developed between the two of them. As they stood on the crest of the mountain, overlooking the valley, Eric reached for his mother's gloved hand.

Melissa smiled at her son and pulled their gloves off so they could hold hands without the gloves. Then she reached up and touched his face. A moment later they were kissing. It was a sweet kiss that quickly turned passionate as Melissa opened her mouth and allowed Eric's tongue inside. She sucked it, moaning quietly in her throat as she felt excitement building again. She couldn't believe it. She had already climaxed more times this morning then she had in years, yet she felt her pussy begin to leak again. Of course it wasn't a surprise when she felt Eric's hard cock pressing against her.

A moment later Melissa pulled her mouth from Eric's and said, "Maybe we should head back home."

There was a big smile on Eric's face as he allowed his mother to lead him back to the house and up to the bedroom.

A few moments later they were naked and in each other's arms, kissing. This time Melissa did not hesitate and thrust her tongue into her son's willing mouth. They both moaned.



The kiss lasted a long time before Eric pulled away. He stared into his mother's loving eyes. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Eric," she whispered. A tear appeared in the corner of her eye.

Eric pushed his mother onto her back and gently crawled between her legs.

"Eric!" Melissa exclaimed as she felt her son slipping between her legs. "We can't."

"Can't what?" Eric asked.

"You know what," Melissa returned seriously.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm your mother."

"But we have done almost everything else."

"It's not right," Melissa said firmly.

"All right, but can't I just lay here for a few minutes."

"I ... I guess that would be okay," Melissa answered hesitantly.

Eric settled between her legs. Suddenly he was in the standard missionary position with his mother's legs wrapped around his waist. He bent his head to kiss her again. At the same time he pressed his chest to hers, feeling her nipples burning against his chest. "Mmmm," he moaned.

Melissa gasped when she felt his hard cock touching her stomach, just inches from her exposed pussy. She felt him moving his hips back so his cock could slip lower. "Eric," she warned.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he answered.

Melissa felt her head begin to spin and knew she was in a very dangerous situation. She couldn't let this happen ... it was wrong. She had to stop him; yet she couldn't bring herself to push him off. "Ohhhh," she moaned when she suddenly felt the large head of his cock touch her pussy lips. "No, no, no," she groaned, throwing her head from side to side.

"Don't worry, Mom, I just want to feel the head touch your sweet pussy. That warm and wet pussy that I sucked until you passed out." Eric moved back a fraction of an inch, allowing the swollen head of his cock to touch her dripping hole. He bent and kissed his mother again and as he did, he slowly slipped the head into her warm cavern.



"Eric, stop!" Melissa almost screamed.

"Okay. I won't go any further. Just let me leave it there for a minute."

Melissa began to tremble in unwanted excitement. She could feel the swollen head of her son's cock stretching her pussy ... a pussy that had not had a cock inside it for years. She didn't know if Eric's cock head felt so big because it had been so long since she had had sex or if it was because of the size of his cock. Either way it was stretching her tight muscles.

"God, that feels so good, Mom," Eric gasped. "You're so tight."

"Eric ... we ... you can't go ... go ... any deeper," Melissa stammered. It was almost a plea.

Ignoring her, he gently pushed a little deeper, bringing a moan from her lips.



She didn't push him away. Instead her eyes closed and a look of pure lust crossed her face. Her mouth opened as she gasped for breath. There was little protest left in her.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she felt Eric's cock move deeper. Suddenly she realized that he was all the way inside her. She could barely catch her breath. She had never felt so full. No one had stretched her so or gone so deeply. Yet, her mind was screaming, "Stop! This is my son with his cock in me."

Eric leaned down to his mother and whispered, "I'm in all the way in your pussy, Mom. How does it feel? How does it feel to have a cock so deep in your pussy after so many years?"



"Oh, Eric, we can't. You ... shouldn't ... be ... you shouldn't be ... be inside me," she stammered.

Now cocky with confidence Eric said, "Okay, I'll take it out." Eric pretended that he was about to pull out.

"No!" Melissa screamed and wrapped her legs and arms tightly around him, holding him to her body. "Just let it stay there for a minute," she said.

Eric smiled. He waited patiently, loving the incredible feeling of he tight pussy around his cock. It was so tight that he thought he could actually feel her heart beating from inside her pussy.

Soon, Eric needed to move. He whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now, Mom. I'm going to fuck you like you have never been fucked."

"Ohhhh," Melissa cried. No words were left to say. Even if she wanted too, she knew that protesting was futile. It was too late. She couldn't think. She could only feel. The years without sex now conspired to drive her beyond where any mother should ever go. Her own son was going to fuck her ... and she was going to let him ... she couldn't stop him. Her mind screamed "No!" but her body screamed, "Yes."

Eric began to slowly pull his cock from his mother's pulsing pussy. When he had it almost all the way out he thrust back in with one push.

"Ahhhhheeeee!!!" Melissa screamed. She felt every inch of his cock as it rubbed against the walls of her long denied pussy. At the same time his position on top of her allowed the top section of his cock to rub her elongated clit. The friction brought on her climax almost too soon. She gasped and squirmed, trying to fight if off. She couldn't let it happen. Couldn't climax with her son's cock inside her.

Eric felt her trying to hold back. He said, "Go ahead and climax mom. I want you too." He emphasized it by moving his cock in and out of her rapidly, thrusting into her with all his strength.

"Ohhhhh nooooo, oh Godddddd!!!" Melissa screamed as she began to explode. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Yes, climaxing from being eaten was good, but this was different. The waves of pleasure started at her toes and rocketed up her body and exploded like fireworks in her head. Even before the first explosion was done, another hit her, and then another and another. It was so good it was almost frightening. She had no control over her body as it trembled and shook. Her hips thrust up at her son as he pushed down.

Eric was moaning now too. He was thrusting his long cock all the way to the bottom before pulling out again. His mother's climaxes made her pussy muscles grip him like a vise. If she wasn't so wet he knew he would not have been able to move so rapidly.

His hips were a blur now. The rapid in and out movement began to create a sloppy sucking sound that echoed from the wooden walls of the cabin. The juices from her pussy were seeping around his cock and streaming between her ass cheeks to the bed below.

Eric kept fucking his mother through one climax after another. Eventually he was ready to cum. Melissa felt him plunge all the way into her and then he paused.

He whispered, "Oh God, Mom, I'm going to cum. Ohhhhh!!!"

Suddenly Melissa came to her senses. Through the fog of repeated climaxes she hissed, "No! Eric, I left my birth control pills home."

But it was too late. The pent up sperm in Eric's cock had already began its journey up the shaft. He didn't even hear his mother as he screamed, "Ohhhhh, Gooooddddd!!!" With that his hot cream spewed deep into his mother's pussy, shooting from the swollen head of his cock in a virtual flood. Pulse after pulse filled her until there was no room left. Then the juice began to drip out along the sides of his cock and between his mother's ass cheeks.



The thought of being filled with sperm was too much for Melissa and she began to climax again. Her hips lifted to her son's thrusts, forcing his cock deeply into her. She could almost feel the swollen head spitting his sperm against the back wall of her cavern. Then she couldn't think anymore. Her body convulsed in illicit pleasure as she accepted her son's fluid deep into her.

* * * * *

When their lust was temporarily satisfied, Melissa and Eric lay quietly on the bed, deep in their own thoughts. The glow and excitement of their recent coupling had faded and Melissa was left with a mix of satisfaction and concern.

Finally Eric broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"It's okay," Melissa replied rather unconvincingly.

"No, I shouldn't have gone that far. I took advantage of you."

"You didn't do anything I didn't let you do," she responded. "I'm the adult here," she added with a bit of self-recrimination.

Eric was quiet for a few moments, mustering his courage. "But ... but what if you get ... get, you know, preg ..." he said and paused, unable to say the word.

Melissa didn't answer for a few moments. She knew better than he what a dangerous thing they had done. "Well, I should be okay. Not taking the pill for a few days will mess up my cycle but it should still be safe." Melissa paused and then said, "We have to be more careful in the future."

Eric looked over at his mother lying naked next to him. "You mean we ... we can do ... you know, do what we just did again?"

Melissa bit her lip and then took a deep breath. She knew it was too late to stop. She could deny her feelings all she wanted, but there was no way she could be in this cabin with her son and not have sex. There was no sense in pretending anymore. "As I said, we have to be careful. Unfortunately, we can't get out to a drug store where I could get my prescription for birth control pills filled."

"Wait a minute," Eric said and got up from the bed. He disappeared downstairs and came back a moment later with something in his hand.

When he held his hand up, Melissa saw a single prophylactic inside a foil packet. The condom was flattened and the edges of the foil were tattered, indicating that it had been in his pocket for quite some time. Without thinking Melissa broke into laughter. When she realized that she was embarrassing her son she put her hand over her mouth, but she couldn't stop a giggling.

Eric's face showed his utter embarrassment.

Melissa felt bad, but he looked so cute standing there like a petulant teenager.

Then Eric looked at the tattered condom in his hand and realized how absurd it was. Suddenly he burst into laughter too.

That caused Melissa to begin laughing again. Suddenly they were both in gales of laughter. When Melissa caught her breath she wiped tears from her eyes and said, "Even if that thing worked after all these years, it's only one rubber. I assume there will be more than one more time before this storm breaks and we leave here."

Eric's face beamed at his mother's words. "I figured this one would last us for the next hour," he said with a smile. He rolled over and took his mother into his arms. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he began to kiss down her neck, placing gentle bites and licks on her sensitive skin. Slowly he moved downward until he was hovering over her large and firm breasts. "I love your tits," he said. His face turned red. "I mean your breasts."

Melissa laughed and pulled his head down to her already hard nipple. "You can call them tits ... they are your tits tonight," she returned. "Suck them," she said as she gently held his head and lifted her breast, allowing him to nurse on her nipple for a long time. Then she gently pushed his head to the other breast. She could feel her already saturated pussy begin to pulse again. She would need his cock again in just a few minutes. She moaned, almost plaintively.

Eric seemed to get the message and slipped between her legs. He pulled his head from her breasts as he lifted her legs, pressing them back. On his knees now he brought his rampant erection to the more than ready opening of his mother's pussy. He slipped in through the juice that had so recently been deposited there and brought a moan from both of them.



"Yes, sweetheart, fuck me, fuck me hard," Melissa gasped. There was no hesitancy in her now. She wanted, no needed, her son's cock inside her. It felt so good. It felt so natural. Although it was terribly wrong, it felt right.

"Oh God, Mom, I love you so much. I can't believe I'm fucking you. I've dreamed about this for so many years."

"You've dreamed about fucking me; fucking your mother?"

"Yes. In all my fantasies. All the girls in my life pale in comparison to you. I've jerked off thinking of you a thousand times."

"Oh, Eric, I love you," Melissa responded, her heart swelling with love. She pulled her son's hips downward, forcing his cock all the way into her body. She lifted her hips upward as he pushed down forcing it deeper than she though possible. It touched places where nothing had ever been before. "Ahhhh yes, fuck me, fuck meeee!!!" Melissa screamed.

Seconds later Eric was pounding his cock into his mother. In and out he moved as their bodies began to move instinctively now.

"Oh yes, oh yes, I'm cummmmiiiiinnnnggg!!!" Melissa screamed as she lifted her hips and threw her head back. Her body convulsed in pleasure.

"Oh God, Mom, I'm getting close," Eric warned. When his mother didn't answer, he started to pull his cock from her still pulsing pussy, preparing to cum on her stomach.

Before it was entirely out, Melissa screamed, "Noooo!!!" She grabbed his hips, pulling him back into her.

"Mom, I'm cummmmiiinnngg!!!" Eric screamed. He was unable to hold back his ejaculation any longer. A moment later he began spurting a second load into his mother's body. Because of their position, with Eric pushing his mother up on her back until he was hovering over her, his cum went deep, pooling at the opening of her cervix. When he pulled it out part way, his cock was covered by the remnants of his first climax and now the second.



Eric took his mother into his arms as he pulled his saturated cock from her pussy. He held her close to him as they fell asleep.

Chapter 15

The snow had finally stopped when Melissa woke and quietly got out of bed. The wind was blowing at gale force creating a white-out condition and closing down all the roads in or out of Zermatt. She sighed and fell deep into thought as she stood at the window and gazed out at the wind whipped snow. How things had changed in just a couple of days. One day she was a typical working mother with a teenaged son. Now she had crossed the moral boundary and become a lover to her own son. Whenever she had heard the word incest in the past she always thought of some uneducated country family sexing it up in the mountains ... almost a joke. Yet, now that she had done it, she wondered if it was as unusual as people made it out to be. When she assessed how she felt about her son she wondered if incest could be a lot more common; fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters, or mothers and sons. There was no practical way to answer that question.

Melissa shook her head and sighed again before turning around. She saw that Eric was awake and smiling at her. Her heart skipped a beat. How can loving him be wrong? she thought.

"Good morning, Mother," Eric said.

"Hi, sweetie. Would you like some dinner?"

"Yes, but I want you first," he returned with a lecherous smile.

Melissa put her hands on her hips in mock disapproval. "If all we do is screw, they are going to find us in the spring dead from exhaustion."

"What a way to go," Eric joked.

Melissa shook her head but then smiled. "Let's get something to eat first."

"If you insist."

"What do you want me to wear?" she asked, remembering the lost bet.

"Oh, I forgot," Eric said. He jumped out of bed and went over to her dresser.

"Lay whatever it is out while I take a quick shower. I'm a mess," she said, pointing to her sticky thighs and pussy.

"Sorry about that," Eric replied sheepishly.

"No you're not," Melissa laughed. She turned and went down to the bathroom.

Eric was downstairs watching TV when his mother came down. He had on his jeans and T-shirt. When he saw what she was wearing he said, "Wow, Mom, let's forget dinner."

Melissa was wearing a red teddy that emphasized her sexy body with full breasts and long legs. "If you keep cutting the crotch out of my clothes, I won't have a thing to wear that will cover me," she said with mock severity, indicating that the crotch of the teddy was missing like the panties from yesterday.

"That's my plan," Eric returned, staring at her exposed pussy.



Melissa shook her head and turned toward the stove.

Eric came up behind her and said, "Can I help?"

Melissa smiled and answered, "No. Go sit down and I'll have it ready in a minute."

After dinner was eaten, Melissa cleaned up the dishes. When she turned around she saw Eric staring at her. He had an erection and was stroking himself. "Don't you ever get enough?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Never enough of you," he answered. "Come over here."

Melissa paused for a second as if she was considering his invite. Then she walked over to him with sultry steps. Without a word she straddled his thighs, reaching her hand between them to grasp his cock. With a moan she fitted his cock into her already wet pussy.



"Oh, God, Mom, you feel so good."

"So do you," Melissa responded as she took him deeply into her body. A second later she was sitting on his lap and his cock had hit bottom. "You go in deep this way," she gasped. When Eric started to move she said, "No, let's sit like this for a moment."

Eric turned his face up to his mother and they kissed. His tongue went into her mouth like his cock had gone into her pussy. They were connected at both ends.



Melissa moaned as Eric began to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, indicating that he wanted to do the same thing with his cock. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she began to move ... slowly at first. Upward until the head of his cock was just barely inside her, then down hard to take him all the way inside. "Oh, Eric I love you," Melissa gasped as he began to move up and down at a steady pace.

Discovering My Nasty Wife

Chapter 1

I am successful in businessman, and married to a wonderful wife. We are both very much in love, and always been very close, but somehow there was always something missing.

Like many men, I had always had a fantasy of watching my wife making love with another man. I know most people think of that type guy as a weak, but I would be considered anything but a whimp. I'd be thought of as masculine and I am a strong contender in the business arena. I've just always been extremely turned on by that thought of my wife being a bad girl.

Karin has always enjoyed being a sexy woman, but like most cases, she would never consent to it, leaving me with my fantasies and ever-growing imagination of what it would be like.

Penthouse Magazine says, the number one fantasy of men today, above all others, is that of watching another man make love to his wife. It was nice to find out I wasn't alone, but I really did want it to become a reality.

My wife's reasons were the classic. She felt that in reality I would never be able to handle it, especially if she enjoyed it, and that our marriage and lives would be ruined if she did.

This only made me expound more to her on how much it would turn me on, and how 'the more she enjoyed it', 'the more that I would love it'.

I knew that large cocks turned her on, so I shared in detail fantasies about them and how I'd like to watch her loving on them. I was hoping that it would stir something in her and make her want to play my erotic game.

I told her how I would love to watch a big cock sliding in and out of her pussy and how I would love to look into her eyes as she licked and sucked it.

When I talked to her like that, she would always get extremely wet, sucking and fucking me wildly. She admitted that the idea turned her on, but she would never consider it.

If she did, she said it would have to be with someone she picked and was turned on to, but that it was a mute point anyway. It would never happen.

My wife is a nice looking and even though she has always kept her pussy neatly trimmed back, she would never shave it for me, not even around the lips. "Too much trouble." She would say, knowing how much shaved pussies turned me on.

Over the last few years' sex had become rare and boring. I was the type that desperately needed an exciting, creative sex life. I longed for it, but eventually I began to loose interest in her sexually because of what I call our, 'mutual missionary style masturbation' and all went stale.

We both used to like to experiment in the bedroom.

Being submissive sexually is what turned her on the most, but on occasion, because we loved to be creative, teasing me and taking control would turn her on. What was about to happen in our lives was going to rekindle the flame and give her the best of both worlds.

She would become the submissive pet of another man, while teasing me, and making me love it.

The first change I noticed in her was soon after she and her new found friend from work, Tonya, went to a bachelorett party. I had seen her and her husband working out recently at the same gym where Karin and I go. They were a nice looking couple.

She and Tonya went to a bachelorete party with a group of girlfriends. She had told me that one of the girls was going to hire a couple of male strippers to come by the party.

I felt that she had let that slip-out, just to stimulate my imagination, which of course it did. All night I imagined the most decadent scenarios, (which were sure not to actually happen, but if was fun letting my fantasies play).

When she came in late that night she immediately climbed into bed, pulling back the sheet and wrapped one hand around my cock and with the other softly cupped my balls. She began licking up and down my shaft and nibbling on the underside of the head causing it to immediately get nice and puffy for her.

She licked up and down teasing it then enveloped the head into her warm mouth. My hips began to come up to meet her as she let it fuck her mouth.

She slapped her cheeks with it a few times and rubbed it all over her lips and cheeks and back into her mouth again.

"Sorry to wake you dear…but I need some cock." She whispered.

Then climbing on top of me, she took my cock and rubbed the head against her slippery clit, masturbating herself with it and working it inside her extremely ready and slick pussy. Her warmth wrapped around me as I strained to hold back from filling her with cum on the spot.

She put her hands on my chest and raising her hips up and down as she fucked and kissed me like she hadn't done in years. It was wonderful! Where had this woman been?

"You need to start giving your wife more cock." She said, as she seduced me. In no time she came, bucking on top of me and digging her nails into my shoulders. Then I followed quickly filling her with my warm cum. It was quick for both of us, but then we both needed it so badly.

The next morning I told her that I wanted her to start going to more parties like that. She told me a little about the night, but was hesitant to tell me too much about it. They had all met for drinks around 4PM, then the party moved to the house of one of the girls.

She said they were all sworn to secrecy about the strippers, but she admitted that it was very sexy having two nude men standing there, with their cocks swaying in front of her.

I asked how they looked.

"The men or their cocks?" She said with a giggle. "They looked great, the men looked like you would expect, gorgeous, and their cocks looked…better than I'd expected."

I asked her if it turned her on having them right there, nude in front of her and if any of the girls touched them.

She took a sip of her coffee and thought. "I couldn't help but get excited. I'd never seen two men naked at the same time before, especially ones that looked like that and with their cocks just inches of my face."

"You aren't upset are you? It was just an innocent girls night." She looked at me smiling.

I assured her that I wasn't and asked. "Did anything happen?"

"Wellllll… Well, I will tell you this." She said. "I was going to the bathroom, after they had been there sometime and heard something from a bedroom that I passed. I noticed the door cracked so I peaked in."

"What did you see?" I asked.

She hesitated again, choosing whether or not she should tell me. "I saw one of the girls straddle one of the guys as he lay there. She was fucking him right there on the floor. As her ass would rise up and down I could see his shinny cock sliding in and out of her."

"I couldn't help but look. I had never in my life seen two people having sex right there in front of me, but then I panicked and raced on to the bath. I was afraid I'd get caught. When I came back by the door was closed.

"Did anything else happen?" I pressed.

"Well, later after he had long returned to the main room I noticed that the other guy was missing from the crowd, so I went searching through the house, to see if I could find what he was doing. I finally came upon a door where I heard giggles. I slowly cracked it open and through the mirror inside, I could see two of the girls sharing the guys' cock, feeding it to each other. They were licking and sucking on it like a dessert. I stayed glued. They continued licking him as he came, kissing each other and licking his cock as he did. I've never seen anything that lusty in my life." She said.

"I thought I knew these girls!" She said. "I would have never suspected that they would do something like that behind closed doors."

"Who was it?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that! It's private and privileged information. I will say, that I was not one of the lucky ones. Though it was very ah…very stimulating to watch". She said with a smile. "I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I felt so naive."

Karin began being a little friskier in bed, wearing sexier cloths etc. I felt it had to do with her friend Tonya's liberal take on things and that night at the party.

The Agreement

Chapter 2

She was never the same after that night. Things were different with me too. My fantasies had been given a new energy. I loved that she had been there and seen all that, and most of all that it had turned her on. We began talking nastier to each other during sex and enjoying it more.

One night she had me dance for her in the bedroom, and while I did, she crawled up to me on all fours and began licking and sucking on my cock. She tugged on it like a puppy nursing a tit. I couldn't help but think, that she was doing to me, what she had wanted to do to the dancers that night of the party.

She and Tonya became very good friends. She and Tonya began going out for 'girls night out' every other Wed. night.

Then a few weeks later, one morning after she'd been out with Tonya the night before, she asked me if I would meet her after work. "Let's meet for a few drinks at the Martini Club." She said.

We'd not been out for drinks in ages.

I had been there once, with an out-of-town client. It is a classy, moody, downtown martini bar, mahogany walls and such. Bar on one side, restaurant on the other.

I was there ahead of her, waiting in an out-of-the-way booth, private and secluded. She walked in looking great, dressed uncharacteristically in a black sexy dress and sunglasses. I stood up. We hugged. I complemented her on looking extraordinary and she complemented me on my new shirt.

We had a few drinks and were having a nice, relaxed, romantic time. She was nervously going through her drinks like a weed eater, especially since neither of us really drank that much these days.

Then after she found her courage she 'out of the blue', looked me in the eye and said. "Tom, I have a proposal for you."

I sat my drink down. She slid her hands over mine. I had no idea what was on her mind. I quickly found out, as she mustered her courage and fumbled right to the point.

"I want to give you something!" She said.

I looked at her sexy eyes as she spoke, trying to see what was going on.

"What?" I asked.

"What is your favorite fantasy?" She asked. "You know! The one that you have tried to get me to do for years?"

I knew, but for some reason didn't want to say. I'd been let down too many times.

"Now come on!" She said, lifting one eyebrow. "We know what you have always wanted me to do. Now tell me what your biggest fantasy is."

Slowly it came out. "For you to have sex with another man?" I dug it from the deepest part of my throat.

She leaned forward, smiling. The drinks had given her a nice buzz. "Do you still want me to suck on another cock for you, and maybe let you watch?

In one giant beat, my heart felt it had leapt out of my chest. It was beating so hard; I felt she could hear it. Her words caught me completely off guard!

She never talked like this, never teased me like this and especially about this subject. And she sounded serious. I was so excited and turned on to hear it that I couldn't quite speak. At the same, completely terrified instant, I was in total fear from this drastic change in my wife. Had she found a lover? Was I about to loose her?

I went from a light happy husband having fun with my wife, instantly to a turned on, complete, bundle of nerves.

"Just tell me, 'Yes' or 'No'. Do you still want it?" She asked.

What was going on here? I didn't know how to answer. My heart was still pounding as her 'out of nowhere' question waited for the answer. She looked into my eyes for my reply.

"Yes." I said from the reflex of wanting it for so long.

"Would you be jealous if I enjoyed it?" She asked.

"Yes. Probably." I said.

"If it makes you jealous would you want me to stop?" She asked.

"No." I said. "I would want you to enjoy yourself." I heard myself say.

"You would want me to enjoy myself and make you jealous then, no matter what?" Is that what you're saying?" She asked.

I looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed to answer. I held my drink in both hands. "Yea, that is what would excite me most, you enjoying it, no matter what."

"And you think you could handle it?" She asked.

"Oh yea, I think I could."

"Goooood! But you'd better know you could." She said lifting my hand to her lips and kissing it lovingly. "That would make it easier for me to give you what you want. And I do want to give you your fantasy!" I knew she could see the flushness in my face as she said it.

"You do?" I asked sheepishly in shock. "But…"

"But nothing!" She said. "There is one thing though. We have to go by the rules."

"Rules?" I asked.

She turned and opened her purse, fumbling as she pulled out some paper.

"The only way this can work," She said. "is if you agree to the rules". She said with a taunting smile.

She already had this planned out. She pushed the page to my side of the table. I finished my drink with a strong sip and held up two fingers to our waiter. I needed a refill and quickly.

"Read them over and tell me your decision." She said.

"Once you make your choice, there is no reversing it. If you decide that you don't want me to do this, then you will have to promise me, you will never, ever ask me to fulfill this fantasy of yours again."

"If you do want me to, you will have to sign the agreement and understand that the rules are solid. If you ever break one or complain, or make me think that in any way what-so-ever, that you can not handle me enjoying myself, it will be very simple; we will stop and go back to our less adventurous life, never to return, not even once.

All or nothing, is the only way I can do this. Do you understand?" She asked nervously smiling, but looking me straight in the eyes. "The last thing I would want, would be for this to harm our relationship. I only want it to make it better for both of us." She said.

"I understand!" I said feeling myself shaking with anticipation and in fear of what my long desired fantasy was now reaping me.

The waiter returned with our drinks and left. I took the papers and tried to not let Karin see it shake in my hand as I began to read her rules.

The agreement below is absolute and unwavering.

To my husband:

You know that I had too few years as a single girl and that I have always been a good girl, while my bad girlfriends seemed to have all the fun. I now want to experience the freedom they have. I've always wanted to express my wild side but was afraid of what you and other people would think.

For the next three months I want to enjoy the freedom of being the sexy woman I've wanted to be, and fulfill your fantasy as I do, but if I do you must agree to the following:

1. You must understand that I will test you and make you prove that you can handle your 'fantasies come true'.
2. You must understand that you must pass each test or your fantasy will end abruptly.
3. You must give me permission to have sex with whomever I want and in front of you, without limitation.
4. If I make love in front of you, you will say nothing about it and will be a prefect host to my friends.
5. I will never hold back, even if I think it is making you jealous.
6. I can stay out whenever I want to.
7. I'll reassure you often by telling you about my adventures, and you must listen eagerly.
8. You can date no one and will stay home when I'm out.
9. You will do anything that my lovers ask, or tell you to do
10. You must understand that if for any reason what-so-ever I feel you can not handle this, I will void this agreement, and you must promise to never ask me to do anything like this again.

I agree to all of the above and anything that you may want to add later to the list. Your loving husband.

__________________________________

* * * * *

"I know this seems much more extreme than you would have expected," She said. "But for this to work in reality, I have to know up front what I can and can't do. It would be devastating if you suddenly stopped me while making love to someone.

It'll take a lot of discipline on your part." She said. "I want to be sure you can handle it, so you'll have to prove yourself to me."

"If you pass my tests then we will continue. If you don't pass any of my tests…well, you probably wouldn't have been able to handle what came next anyway.

I had not counted on this cuckold attitude from her. This was such a definite attitude from her, though her talking to me like this, her being in control her sex like this, was turning me on.

"Are we in agreement?" She asked. "Or do you want to just keep it all a fantasy?"

"May I think about it overnight?" I asked.

"No! I need to know right now! By tomorrow I may change my mind." She said.

The room seemed to be in a whirl. I looked at her. "It is now or never!" She said. I looked at the list, my cock was hard in my pants.

I took the pen, looked up at her and signed it, sliding it back across the table to her.

"Is this turning you on as much as me?" I asked.

Looking at me, she lowered one hand below the table and very sensuously slipped it between her legs. When it returned, her index finger was glazed with her sexy juices.

"I almost feel like it's my idea. I guess I should sign our agreement too, shouldn't I?" She said, pressing her finger to the contract, leaving a damp imprint of her finger next to my signature

"Does that answer your question?" She asked.

Then she raised her finger to my lips for me to lick clean.

As she pulled it out across my lips I said. "I think I need a shot! Want to do a shot with me?" I asked.

"Sort of a shot to toast our agreement?" She asked.

She smiled. "I think I'd like 'Sex on the Beach'!" She said with a giggle. "Tonya told me that I was going to love this."

Dinner and a Dance

Chapter 3

We stayed and had a nice romantic dinner. I asked her what had brought on this change of mind.

I found out later that she and Tonya had become very close, sharing very private matters. Tonya's husband was much like me, and while living in Colorado he had wanted her to make love to his best friend. She was like Karin and was not for it, at all.

Then, one unplanned night, she ended up in bed, between her husband and his friend, and she found out that she loved it.

Karin said. "Tonya said she loved having two cocks competing for her attention and trying to out please the other.

"Tonya thinks most of us wives have had it all wrong." Karin said. "Our husbands want us to be sexy. Our husbands want us to be kinky. You want us to enjoy sex, sometimes with another man or maybe another woman."

"She said the nastier she gets in front of her husband, the more he likes it and the sweeter he treats her. She thinks he is like a lot of men, that he is a latent cuckold. So now she plays with his mind a lot, teasing him about other cocks she wants. She thinks you may be the same way and that I should play with you a little." She said.

"Like Tonya says; 'we women love sex too. A lot of us just don't admit it. So, why not, especially if we can do in right in front of our husbands an don't have to cheat'."

Tonya didn't seem anything like that at all. She was cute, and seemed conservative on the outside. You would never guess that was going on in her mind. 'Lucky husband', I thought.

After dinner I suggested that we do something to seal the night.

She loved to dance more than anything and there was a trendy new dance club a few doors down the street and so I challenged her to show me she was serious: a first act of her new womanhood.