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Please read Chapters 1, 2 and 3 if you haven't already
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This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy
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And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support
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Julie Bell sat in her white convertible BMW 325 looking across her lawn to the house next door. "Damn," she muttered softly as she took the keys out of the ignition. Driving onto her street only minutes earlier, her excitement started to build as soon as she saw the moving van sitting in front of the house. Now, all she saw was an empty yard and a locked truck -- there was no one in sight. "
Maybe later
," she thought to herself, "
someone will come out to play
." She perked up when she noticed her daughter's car already parked in the three-car garage.
"Katie? Darling, where are you?" She was already upstairs and there was no sign of her youngest child anywhere in the house. She was probably out with friends, Julie thought. Starting to feel depressed again, she turned into her own bedroom and walked through to the master bath. She started to fill the bathtub, knowing there was at least one way she could make herself feel better on this hot, late summer afternoon.
The 5'6" tall, 135 pound suburban MILF took a mental inventory of her own assets as she undressed in front of the bathroom mirror. She saw a pretty woman with a slender frame and c-cup breasts looking back at her. She has naturally brown hair, colored ash blonde with highlights, a little longer than shoulder length. She is still in good shape, but like her new neighbor, working out longer and harder to stay that way. She saw dark, well defined areolas that make almost perfect circles. The nubs of her nipples are long and look like they're excited. Lastly she saw a shapely rear and long, trim legs. She knew she looked good -- hell, she looked a lot better than good! But it still didn't really dispel the empty feelings she seemed to get whenever her husband was away. She was so used to his presence since he started consulting from home after leaving his corporate security career behind. But his occasional trips still affected the beautiful, fifty-something wife.
Satisfied that her loving husband would miss her hot, sexy frame enough to bring him home as quickly as possible, Julie grabbed her waterproof "friend" from a drawer, poured a trickle of bath oil below the spigot and settled back into the hot water. As the floral scent of the oil rose with the steam and filled the small room, she closed her eyes and turned the jelly vibe onto the lowest setting. Starting at the curve between her neck and her shoulders, that special place where Don's tongue and lips worshipped her when he cuddled her from behind, she moved the slick vibrating tool over her breasts, circling her swollen, excited nipples, teasing herself as long as she could before working her way down to the magic place between her legs.
God, how she loved the combination of the hot water and the slick oil as she brought the six-inch vibrating tube of soft plastic closer and closer to her bare, shaved pussy. She pictured her husband's face between her outstretched legs, his long tongue laving the puffy sides of her mound where pussy and thigh meet. She slid the vibrator along those same creases, moaning to her absent lover as her other hand found an excited nipple -- her fingers stretching and pulling it deepened her excitement even more. Images and sensations of so many erotic moments were sliding through her mind and body bringing her closer and closer to the release she craved.
Without touching her swollen lips or her spreading, pink slit, the experienced hands of the hot, suburban housewife and mother pressed the front tip of the warm, flexible jelly erection against that ultra-sensitive ridge between the bottom edge of her vagina and the dusky pink rosebud of her sphincter.
"Fuck...right there, baby," she moaned to her phantom husband again, "eat me right there...forever." Julie's heart rate increased and her breathing got shallower. Her hand moved by itself, pressing the vibrating head first against her gaping pussy and then against her tight little anus, alternating back and forth, her speed keeping up with her breath and her pulse, faster and faster as she felt waves of electrical energy starting to wash across her flesh.
"Katie? Katie-baby? You here, sis?" Her son's voice boomed from the bottom of the stairway and shattered any hope of completion for the frustrated mother.
"
Fuck fuck fuck
!!!" Julie screamed to herself. She was sooo close! "
What the hell is Evan doing here anyway
?"
Good, resilient mother that she was, Julie calmed almost immediately -- none of this was her darling son's fault and she wouldn't take her frustrations out on him. Well, she half-smiled to herself, not that way!
"Evan, is that you, dear?" Julie let her voice alert him to her presence in the bath. "I'm upstairs -- I don't think your sister's home."
The sound of her son running up the stairs, taking two or three at a time brought a smile to Julie's face. She missed so many things about her handsome, bright young man since he'd moved into his own apartment on the other side of Eagle Rock, closer to the college where he had recently started his Assistant Professorship in the Humanities Department. And though he still came by for dinner (and his mother's
fabulous cream pie
) several times a week, it was the small intimacies that she missed -- the gentle and loving submission to her son -- especially on the nights when Don was away on business.
Evan had been the incredibly lucky recipient of his mother's long, patient seduction when he reached his late teens. She brought him slowly and carefully along a loving path, learning about his own burgeoning sexuality. She helped him explore all the new feelings he had for both women and men with the loving participation of his father. But after several sessions when Julie 'directed' Evan to subtly dominate her husband, her own private fantasies started to shape their relationship. From the very first time that Evan stopped 'asking permission' to touch and kiss his mother's most private, sexy and intimate places during his sexual education and just took what he wanted from both his mother and father, Julie's perception of the family dynamic changed.
Her love for her husband was as strong and deep as it ever was -- almost ten years later she was still in awe of what he did for her, how he let his son explore his emerging sexuality with both of his parents. She still caught her breath every time the image of father and son sucking and fucking each other came to mind. But it was her growing hunger for her son that unleashed his dominant side and changed the comfortable paradigm they had all fit into before that fateful day.
Almost ten years earlier...
It was a warm Saturday morning and Evan had been out for a long run through the Forest Preserve that surrounded their little gated community. When he returned home, soaked with sweat and dripping testosterone and pheromones from every inch of his firm, 6'2" slim, athletic body, he walked around the side of their house directly to the pool and patio in the rear. His father was soaking in the hot tub and Julie was sunning on a chaise lounge wearing sun block and the tiny bottom of a string bikini. She started to tell him that there was orange juice and coffee in the kitchen, but when he moved next to the lounge chair and stood in front of her, she was suddenly and completely overcome by the pure male presence surrounding her.
He was no longer the shy, inexperienced virgin she had so easily seduced and then tutored in the pleasures of the flesh. She had been the one in charge then, directing her son and her husband as they played out most of their fantasies, loving each other more and more as their incestuous sex brought them closer together. No, she thought, the powerful, broad-shouldered young man who stood before her was now the most dominant figure in their intimate family trio.
"I'll drink something in a minute, Mother." Fresh from his long run, Evan's voice was hardly more than a whisper, but it carried all the weight he intended it to. His eyes raked her hot flesh, her nipples getting longer as he stared at her full, firm breasts. He tugged his loose sleeveless track shirt over his head and threw it on his mother's chair. "Take my shorts off, Mother. First, untie my shoes...please."
Julie lost her breath and a deep crimson flush moved under the beautiful light tan of her face. No one had spoken to her like that in years -- not since she'd played her own teenage games with her older brother. Her tanned flesh shivered as she recalled how she loved being his little slave and