It is time to make a little confession. I have not been entirely honest. As much as I love Martha and Dylan the games we played were not always pleasant. Martha tortured me by making me want her, making me want Dylan's penis inside me and then refusing me that pleasure. In the first chapter I described how I came to accept and even enjoy the idea that my body was something to be enjoyed by me and others. That is a truth that remains, but several other things I accepted as truth, I now believe to have been little more than illusions, sweet, sexy erotic illusions, but illusions none the less.
Forgive me for skipping the time of my life between where chapter one left off and this chapter picked up, but for the most part it contained teasing, sniffing crotches, sucking the sheets off lover's bed, anything but getting real satisfaction. Besides I don't think that I could live through the frustration a second time.
This chapter picks up seven and a half months after the day Martha and I returned home, seven and a half months after I learned that my boyfriend liked nothing more than licking his mothers pussy, well other than blowing his load and watching her swallow every indecent drop of it. This story starts two week before I met uncle Howard. Uncle Howard was the man who, when barely a man, licked his sister's pussy, Martha's pussy as an eighteenth birthday present. He was the man who twenty five years later still visited just to get another taste of her sweet juices. His wife Janice would stand and watch as fell to his knees, lifted Martha's skirt and growled and moaned as he lapped at his sister's sex. At first I could not understand how open he was about his addiction, but then I learnt that Martha seduced Janice, six months she fucked her before introducing her to brother, Howard. Janice didn't mind because Howard was only allowed to use his mouth, Janice could fuck Martha any way she wanted.
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It was mid spring the gardens were in bloom and the mercury had risen to a degree akin to relative comfort. Martha demanded my attention in her office. As usual before getting down to the common matters of household business I had to greet her properly. I knocked on the door, opened it only after hearing Martha's invitation and then walked quietly, yet quickly to he side where I knelt down as to pray. Martha turned to face me and then lowered herself into her leather chair, her bottom perched delicately on the edge of the seat, her legs spread wide. I simply lent forward, took a deep breath of her heady aroma and then nuzzled my nose between her flaps, into the slippery wet folds of her vagina. I moved my nose ever so slowly through her musky furrow, breathing in all the earthy dampness of her over exercised womanhood. I pursed my lips, then pressed them into the sticky mouth of her vagina. I loved to kiss her there, to feel the power of her sex on my lips, on my mouth. I let my tongue swim between my lips, between her lips and deep into her hot body. I had done it a hundred times and still my heart raced. Penetrating another woman's vagina was just like heaven.
I kissed licked and sucked her delicious folds. Slipping my long tongue in and out of Martha's vagina I got to taste her pungent almost tangy juices. She was approaching her period, she always tasted that way three or four days before she began to bleed.
I let my tongue trace its way up to her clitoris, where I kissed her with such tenderness. At that moment Martha reached down, placed her hand under my chin, raised my head and said,
'Thank you that was lovely. You have come a long was since you first kissed my properly. In fact I have summoned you here because the time will soon come when you will surrender your virginity. I want to know. Do you want to surrender yourself and if so do you place your virginity in my care?'
My heart was beating so fast, the heavy scent of Martha's pussy filled my nostrils and her taste satiated my mouth.
'Of course Martha. You know that I would do anything to make you happy.'
'Good girl,' was all she said before pushing my face back into her luscious folds.
Three or four minutes went by before Martha clenched her pussy tight, squeezed my face between her thighs and eventually began to breathe again. She lay back her chest was heaving in an effort to catch her breath. I stay there between her legs, breathing upon her swollen sex. The warmth of my breathing was heavy upon her wet curves. She loved it when I did that. Then she sat up and began to speak.
'What I want you to do is this. Go and wash up, then put on the costume that I have laid out for you. When you are ready I want you to go to the viewing room, where you will see Dylan and me in the small chamber. He will be sitting on a chair I will be sucking his cock. Wait until he looks like he is about to spurt cum all over my face and then come in.
It only took a couple of minutes to wash my face and hands and get dressed. Martha had selected a cape, a satin mask and a pair of long boots. Martha gave me strict instructions, It was going to be fun. I dashed through the narrow, darkened passage way. I was always amazed at just how much I could see through the two way mirrors that lined its walls. No sooner had I reached the viewing room when I saw Dylan sitting alone and unrestrained. Martha told Helen how she loved sucking her son's cock, how she wanted that big cock throbbing and pounding away in her pussy and how they were both going to enjoy his cock. The mix of Martha's sex talk and her anticipation of being with her and Dylan was very arousing. A few minutes went by. I watched Dylan pace his cell completely naked, stretching and flexing his muscles. Just watching him was something of a delight in itself. Voyeurism is its own pleasure.
Before long Dylan turned to look at the door as the lock made that familiar sound. The door swung open and Martha entered. Completely naked, Martha was free to move without restraints. Helen watched in nervous anticipation. Martha was an extremely beautiful woman and Dylan quite handsome. Dylan bowed to Martha and said,
'Mistress,' acknowledging her status.
Martha approached Dylan, put her hand on his shoulder and guided him to his knees.
'Just use your hands.'
Martha stood in a wide stance and enjoyed his gentle touch as he massaged her bottom and hips, his light tough tickled her inner thighs and her pussy. Dylan spread her lips and slid his fingers deep inside his mother's moist opening. She enjoyed his firm penetration. Martha turned her back to him, widened her stance, turned her heels out and bent at the waist. Without so much as a word Martha presented Dylan with an open invitation. He finger fucked her to within a hair's breadth of coming, but she did not want to come so quickly. Martha refused his advance, stood up and walked away. She steadied her breathing, reclined against the bed and said,
'I want your tongue inside me and I want it now.'
'Let me fuck you. Please mum. Please you know I'll do anything.
'Soon, my son. Soon you will be fucking your dear mother every day, morning and night, but just now I only want your tongue.'
Dylan hurriedly fulfilled her demand. He fell to his knees and plunged his face into her pussy. I wondered whether he could taste my saliva mixed with his mother's pussy juices. I was so aroused that I could hardly refrain from fingering myself to orgasm. But I knew that what was about to come was better than anything I'd experienced. I watched as Martha slid her fingers up and down her elegant divide. She loved the sights and sounds of only son mouthing her delightful sex. The scent of her own arousal began to fill the room. Martha could take no more. She ordered Dylan to stand and then slid from the bed onto her knees. She took his penis in both hands, looked up at him, smiled and without taking her eyes off his she eagerly swallowed his erection. Martha was careful not to make Dylan come, while pushing his cock down her throat.
She licked and kissed his balls and pulled on his scrotum as she sucked the head of his cock. Then Martha got to her feet, and with Dylan's cock in her hand she led him to a chair, sat him down and the bound his arms and feet. I could hardly believe my eyes when Martha straddled her own son's cock, rubbed the head of it up and down between her pussy lips and rubbed her clit with it. I thought she was going to ride him there and then, but she didn't. He was begging her,
'Please mum, just slide it in. You know you want to.'
But she refused him as she had done so many times before. (For a long time I lay and listen to them fucking, but they never did. She simply sucked his cock every night before bed. He groaned like a buck in mating season, but she never let him fuck her. They made me so jealous.)
Martha fell too her knees undid his restraints and started sucking Dylan's rock hard cock. I could see by the pained expression that racked his face that he was close. It was time. I dashed to the door. It was unlocked. It flung open and there I was. Dylan was truly caught by surprise. Even Martha who had been expecting me was a little startled. As I entered the room Martha let Dylan's penis slip from her mouth, turned, stood and bowed her head. Dylan followed suit. I pointed at Dylan and said,
'Hands and knees, eyes straight ahead.'
I then positioned the chair at an angle but directly in Dylan's line of sight and beckoned Martha to a position slightly to the side of the chair.
'Kneel,' was all I said as I put my hand on Martha's shoulder.
Martha knelt facing the chair. I walked around the chair and the two naked bodies. When I returned I opened my cape revealing more than a beautifully sculpted body, my pussy was swollen with anticipation. I stood beside the chair, lifted my left leg and placed my foot on the seat. My pouting vulva began to gape as I spread my legs. The cool air caressed my hot pussy. It felt so divine. I could hardly believe the sensation, nor did I know how I was holding back my orgasm. I reached out, placed my hand on Martha's head and then pulled her face toward me. I am sure that Martha had never seen pussy lips so swollen or so aroused. I could feel it throbbing, gaping open so that Martha could see into my dark interior. Martha began to lick up my juices.
'Slowly,' I said, keeping my words to a minimum.
Dylan was on his hands and knees staring at his mother lapping at my overflowing sex. I wondered what he thought. After all he was my boyfriend and she was his mother.
