My mother and I had a very special relationship. We were closer than most mothers and daughters ever become. We were best friends, confidants. We shared our most intimate thoughts and feelings. Nothing was taboo or off limits when we talked. I’m forty-something and my mom’s fifty-something but we still have that relationship today. My own daughter, Rachel, and I have the same relationship.
Sex plays an essential role in my mother’s daily life style is even today. Sex is the one thing that she will never have too much of, anything even slightly erotic has her wet and ready for more in a heartbeat. Mom considers her self to be the luckiest girl alive because she married the boy of her dreams, a guy who was just as horny as she was. Dad was your proverbial Italian Stallion. Dad is as Italian as you can be, right down to the gestures that he uses when he speaks, and he’s hung like an Arabian Stallion. From the bulge in the crotch of the tight- fitting Jeans, that he always wears it’s obvious to anyone who looks to see how well he’s hung. From the sounds of mom moaning and crying out loudly into the wee hours of the morning as she had one orgasm after another every night of the week, there was no doubt in my mind that he knew how to use that horse cock of his. Listening to them fucking each other’s brains out night after night was a real turn on for me and I masturbated to the sounds of their lovemaking. Night after night, I had one violent orgasm after another until I fell into an exhausted sleep.
Mom and I had talked a great deal about sex but the one conversation that we had that I still remember as if it had been just yesterday was the one where she shared her philosophy on sex with me. She firmly believed that no one should have the right or authority to tell anyone what they can do with their bodies. She believed that any sexual acts that people engage in of their own free will is good for them if it brings them pleasure and causes them no harm. She believed that people should be free to have sex with anyone they wanted to, where ever and when ever the urge overtook them. It was her belief that if the good Lord hadn’t wanted people to enjoy all the sexual pleasures that their bodies had to offer them, He wouldn’t have made having an orgasm feel so fucking fantastic. Mom definitely enjoys sex in all it wondrous variations, even today.
Sex was a popular dinner table conversation as I entered my teens. Mom discussed it from a girl prospective while dad discussed it from a guy’s point of view. He explained what guys needed and what they liked to have a girl do to turn them on and get them off. The bottom line is that I started having fantasies about my dad, about making love to him. Just thinking about having that huge cock inside me made me so wet that I would climax the minute I fingered my clit. Those fantasies were so vivid for me that they seemed almost real, like dad was really inside me, shooting his wad deep inside me as I climaxed. I wanted him in the worse way for years, ever since I discovered what my clit was really for, but I never thought that my fantasy would ever become a reality.
Every girl’s “Sweet Sixteen” birthday is special but mine was special. It was the day mom took me to her doctor to get a prescription for birth control pills and to prepare me for the real treat awaiting me that night in the arms of my dad.
It all started on the morning of my birthday when mom walked in through our shared bathroom. She was as naked as I was as I lay on my rumpled bed sheets. She sat down beside me on my bed, her hip pressing lightly against my hip, as she gently brushed my hair back from my eyes. Leaning over she kissed me lightly on the lips.
“Morning Linda. We have a full day ahead of us. Your doctor’s appointments at 10 and then we have an appointment to have our hair done at one this afternoon. Then I figured we do a little shopping before we meet dad at the “Gold Digger” for your birthday party. We need to get you a new wardrobe, one that shows a lot of that beautiful body of yours. You know how I feel about that, right. Great beauty should be shared with those that appreciate it.”
As she spoke, she ran her hand slowly down my face and neck to caress my nipples. They started to grow erect, responding to her gentle touch. I felt myself starting to become wet. My own mother was turning me on and it felt fantastic. My hand started caressing her thigh as my eyes took in her neatly trimmed flaming red bush.
“We’re running late, honey. Let’s shower together. It’ll save some time. You can wash my back, I’ll wash you, and we can finish what we just started. I think…”
Mom slid a hand between my legs and shoved her long slender finger inside my now sopping wet hole.
“…you want me to make love to you as much as I want you to make love to me.”
“Oh, Jesus, yes…you’ve made me so fucking horny, mom.”
With that we both rose from the bed and walked hand in hand into the bathroom. I didn’t know if dad was still home or whether he had already left for works but we didn’t bother closing either door to the bathroom. It didn’t matter because I knew at that moment that our relationships had changed forever.
Mom and I stepped under the pulsating water that cascades down on our heads and bodies like we were standing under a waterfall.
“God damn, mom, this is so fucking erotic.”
“I think that you should call me by my name, Cathy, from now on. Dad would love it if you would call him Fred.”
“Ok, Mo…Cathy.”
We stepped into each other’s arms under the water and kissed. My mouth opened under the gentle pressure of Cathy’s, our tongues meeting and circling over and around each other. Tentatively at first until our growing arousal took over. We devoured each other with our mouths, as our hands slid between our bodies to finger each other as our arousal continued to grow like a raging conflagration.
Burying my freehand in Cathy’s hair, I pressed her mouth even tighter to mine, as our tongues continued exploring each other’s oral cavity. Everywhere Cathy’s tongue touched my nerve endings exploded like an aerial burst on the Fourth of July. Cathy’s finger wrapped them selves deeper in my long hair as we soared higher and higher on our journey toward mutual bliss.
As our climaxes reached out to take us our legs grew weak and we slid down to the floor. I fingered Cathy faster and faster as I felt my first orgasm take me without warning. Cathy bit down on my tongue as she started Cumming with me an instant later as we clung tightly together under the water beating down on our heads.
We made love again before we actually showered and dressed for my doctor’s appointment. Somehow, we managed to make the appointment without being late. Cathy had refused to let me dress in Jeans and a blouse, insisting that I wear one of her sexy mini dresses.
Actually we wore matching outfits except for the color; Cathy dressed me in red while she wore white. Those dresses weren’t much even by mini dress standard. They were halter-top affairs with peek a-boo fronts that would have shown the waistband of our panties if we were wearing any and the backs left us naked right down to the top of our ass cheeks.
I was expecting a woman doctor, not the distinguished looking older man that ushered me into his office. As we talked he started undressing me with his eyes. We talked about my sexual experiences and I confessed that I had never been with a man and that I was still a virgin, at least in the truest sense of the word. I told him how I had lost my cherry to a long, fat cucumber from the family garden a few years earlier. As we talked about masturbation and sex toys, I was becoming very aroused. As we talked I slid lower on my chair letting my thighs fall open, letting the cool air from the office a/c flow under my dress and caress my inflamed flesh. By the time he asked me to undress and get on the table so he could examine me I was fighting the urge to masturbate right there in front of him.
That’s when I received my second surprise, he didn’t buzz his nurse to come in and witness the examination. There was a curtained off area for privacy but I simply walked over to the table and started to undress. My fingers weren’t cooperating and I fumbled with the knot on my halter-top for a moment or two before he walked over to me and undressed me. Once naked he scooped me up in his arms and laid me down on the table, placing my feet in the stirrups.
I watched as he coated his fingers with K-Y Jelly and started working them inside me, slowly, one at a time until he had four fingers inside me, spreading me wide open. I had never had more then one finger inside me before and being spread open like that was painful at first but that pain soon changed too intense pleasure. I moaned loudly as he continued to ream me out with his fingers. As he continued using his fingers to spread me open, he twisted his hand so his palm ground against my clit.
“Doc…if you keep that up I’m going to cum all over your hand.”
“I want you to cum, Linda, but not on my hand. I want you to cum all over this.”
With that, I heard him unzip his pants and I felt the head of his cock press slowly between my bloated pussy lips. Slowly I felt it slip deeper and deeper inside me. Once again I experienced a moment of pain that rapidly became a pleasure so intense that I was sue that I had been transported to heaven. Slowly he increased his pace, stroking in and out of me faster and faster until he was pounding into me like a pile driver. I knew that it would feel good to have a cock inside me but I could never have imagined that it would feel this fucking great. My body had taken on a life of its own, my hips flying upward off the table to meet his hips thrust for thrust.
As I was nearing release, he took my feet from the stirrups and draped my legs over his shoulders. As he grasped my hips with his hand, holding my pubic bone tightly against his, he ground against me as we came together with each thrust. Locking my ankles be hind his broad back, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine. We started kissing just as Cathy and I had kissed a few hours earlier. He had amazing control, holding back his own orgasm until I begged him to let me cum. When I did a few seconds later, I screamed out in pleasure. I had never experienced anything so satisfying before in my life. Of course, I had never had sex with a man before either.
Doc Dan, gave me a sponge bath to clean me up, dressed me and then sent me on my way with a sample supply of “Morning After Pills” and a prescription for a years supply of birth control pills.
After that we went had our hair fixed, bought me a new wardrobe that consisted mainly of mini skirts, mini dresses, daring tops, and g-strings; no bras. I was still wearing Cathy’s red, peek a-boo mini dress when we met dad/Fred for dinner at the Gold Dust.
I had never been in the Gold Dust before although my uncle owned it. It was one of those dimly lit dance clubs where anything could happen. I don’t mean anything illegal because my uncle, the county sheriff, nipped anything like that it the bud before it had a chance to get a foothold. He didn’t allow beer or liquor to be served to minors either but I think the waitress had added a taste to my Coke a Cola that night. Anyway, mom left with our neighbor’s son after about an hour or so leaving Fred and me to our own devices.
It was obvious from the moment Fred escorted me out on the crowded dance floor that he wanted to have sex with me. He held me tightly against his hard body as we danced. His large, work hardened hands caressed my naked back slider lower and lower until slid inside my dress to fondle my bare ass cheeks. His throbbing erection thrust into me through the fabric that separated our bodies. As we continued to dance, he slipped a finger inside my virgin asshole. Nothing had ever been inside my ass before except for maybe an anal thermometer when I was a child. A sudden current of intense excitement surged throughout my body, so powerful that my legs couldn’t support my weight. I would have collapsed into a puddle of horny need right there on the dance floor if Fred hadn’t held me up with the hand that grasped my ass. For the third or fourth time that day, I found myself begging someone to let me cum.
Fred guided me back toward the area where the bathrooms and storeroom were. Once in the storeroom he set me on a stack of beer cases and shoved my dress up around my waist. In another instant his Jeans were down around his ankles and that huge hunk of manhood that I had fantasized about for so many years was pressing between my thighs. Fred’s need was as great as mine. There wasn’t anything gentle about the way he entered me that night but the roughness of his penetration excited even more. In an instant, I felt the first scalding hot wad of his jism strike deep inside me setting off my own climax.
When we arrived home, the house was dark except for the light seeping out from beneath Cathy’s door. As Fred and I passed her door on the way to my room, we heard her moaning loudly as the neighbor’s son fucked her. The doors to the bathroom that we shared were open and we could see Cathy riding is cock like she was sitting astride one of those mechanical bulls. This time, Fred and I made slow passionate love, letting our moans of pleasure mingle with theirs. I fell asleep that night in Fred’s arms and when I awoke with the hot, noonday sun beating down on my sexually sated body, there were three of us in my bed-me, Fred, and Cathy. Well…that’s another story for another time.
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