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"Happy Father's Day. This is Part I of your present, Daddy! I love you. XXOXX. Erin." Fat, loopy, girlish handwriting scrolled across the inside of a xxx paper card laying forgotten amid crumpled, discarded gift wrap in the bottom of an empty camcorder box in the Harris family garage. After pouring over the instruction booklet and experimenting with his daughter at his elbow all Sunday afternoon, Judge Benjamin J. Harris finally managed to successfully capture video footage of a gray squirrel ravaging his wife's bird feeders for the sake of posterity before turning the camera on his teenage daughter who impishly pranced and preened around the backyard for her proud daddy.

Four days later, the cake and ice cream of Father's Day would have been a distant memory without the video. Slipping the cassette into the VCR, Ben fast forwarded through the tape, slowing down as Erin suddenly appeared on screen. Flopping down on the couch, he suddenly realized how much his daughter's breasts had filled out in recent months as he watched their resilient bounce while she playfully danced around the yard. Looking directly into the camera, Erin leaned toward the lens, pressing her arms together, causing her tits to push out and the neckline of her suntop to gape open. "I love you more than anyone, Daddy!" Erin's sunny voice declared. Ben swallowed hard as he realized the camera captured the depth of the soft, shadowy valley between his daughter's braless tits.

Rewinding the tape, he replayed the scene, noticing the way Erin's hard nipples showed through her white cotton top. Guiltily, he felt his cock twitch as he paused the tape to stare at her cleavage and nipples for an extra moment. When had his little girl become a sexy young woman? Ben pondered the question as he pressed play on the remote and watched his daughter's antics in a new light. Turning around, Erin bent over and presented her round, teenage ass to the camera. Wiggling her butt at the lens, she bent forward, spreading her legs until her hands were planted on the grass between them and her cut-off shorts pulled up to expose the bottom half of her sweet ass cheeks. Peering upside down between her knees, she called, "xxx this, Daddy!" and slid her legs into a full split.

"That's quite a talent, you have there," Ben heard his own voice laughing on the tape.

"Yeah, well, the boys seem to like it," his little girl winked.

Had Erin really said that? Was his baby flirting with her daddy? Ben re-wound the exchange and watched it again, trying to recall what exactly happened as Erin sprang to her feet on camera, her tits bouncing noticeably. Rewinding, he watched her repeatedly, absentmindedly reaching down to stroke his growing erection; thinking about his daughter showing off her sweet, cherry ass to her father.

As Erin twitched her ass at her father's camcorder again, the unmistakable sounds of a woman's pleasure slowly filtered through the erotic haze starting to fog Ben's brain. The sound was unmistakable but where was it coming from? Lifting his head off the cushy throw pillows that littered the living room divan, Ben glanced curiously toward the back of the dark house. His wife, Juliet, retired in a huff nearly three hours ago, after yet another in a long string of endless arguments about the overtime hours he spent at the courthouse and how they lead to ruined dinners. It was unlikely Jule's anger sprang from sexual frustration. It had been months since she responded to his attempts to initiate sex. Even Father's Day observances failed to snag him some pussy but given he already had a hard-on, hope reared its optimistic head. Like a dog hearing his food dish rattle, Ben was off the couch and padding his way silently down the hall following the siren's call.

Nearing the door of the bedroom he shared with his wife, Ben slowed his approach, opening his fly to fondle his cock. Sweet, feminine sounds fluctuated like the tide lapping the shore as the moans heightened in pleasure then drew back before swelling again. As Ben reached the bedroom door, the sounds faded elusively but were enough to paint powerful visions behind Ben's eyes of his wife laying on their shared bed, her thighs spread wide as she fingered herself. With the memory of his baby girl showing off her hot ass fresh in his mind, Ben drew a ragged breath of anticipation. Sliding his palm across the unlatched door causing it to swing silently on its hinges, Ben stroked his cock, a forbidden fantasy teasing the edges of his imagination.

The bedroom was filled with subdued lighting from a small lamp with a tinted glass shade that sat on the top of a bureau. Jule always left the lamp burning when she went to bed before Ben, so he could see to undress without tripping over the furniture and waking her. As the door swung wider, Ben saw the outline of his wife, laying on her side, facing the far wall. Her body was covered from toe to chin by a tan thermal blanket. Ben crept a few steps into the room and recognized the sound of his wife's slow, regular breathing as she slept.

Before the puzzlement that creased his brow could get too firm a footing, the seductive sounds rose again causing Ben's head to snap on a swivel, his eyes focusing on his daughter's bedroom door across the hall. A feeling of uncertainty strained in a tug-of-war between his head and groin as he moved with lagging steps toward the crack of light that seeped beneath the door. Pausing to close and latch his own bedroom door, Ben wavered, his cock pulsing in his hand. As the tide of pleasure began building again, there was no question but that the soft moans and murmurs were coming from his teenage daughter's bedroom.

The vivid fantasy of Jule masturbating was rapidly replaced with taboo images of his teenage daughter playing with herself. Ben was drawn to the sliver of light beneath Erin's door, like a moth fluttering toward a bonfire. His cock swelled painfully as he stroked it. Brilliant images of his daughter fucking her own cunt blinded his mind's eye, making him dizzy. Unlike her petite, French mother, Erin took after her father's Irish side. Long-legged and athletic, Erin inherited her grandmother's buxom figure and flowing auburn hair. Ben remembered how her hair glinted coppery-red in the blaze of the hot, summer sun as he videotaped her in the yard just days ago. Erin's green eyes were lustrous against her pale skin, capable of both sparkling with laughter and snapping in anger. Ben tried to imagine how those beautiful eyes would look, darkened with lust. Squeezing his cock, he heard the erotic sounds of masturbation begin to peak again behind the closed door.

"Oh, yes!" Ben could hear the ache of longing in Erin's muffled voice. "That feels so good. Put me on my knees, Daddy. Let me be your whore. I love you more than anyone, Daddy. Please fuck me. Oooohhhhhh, yes, Daddy."

Ben froze mid-stroke. His brain was on fire. His cock oozed excitement. His baby girl was masturbating while fantasizing about him. Blackness suddenly swam before his eyes, reminding Ben to breathe. Taking a halting breath, he stepped closer to the door, stroking his dick harder, forking his fingers on either side of the head and using his precum to lubricate against the friction of his knuckles. As more yearning moans reached Ben's ears, he imagined his daughter on her knees on the bed, her ass in the air as she reached between her legs to stroke her clit.

"Daddy, I need your cock," the soft, longing voice pleaded. "Please, fuck me, Daddy. I want it so bad. I need it so bad. Pleaaaassssseeee?"

Silently, Ben reached out and closed his hand over the door knob. The sexual yearning in his daughter's voice overrode common sense. Every day of the week, men came before his bench who crossed the line and fucked their kids. Now, here he stood, the Honorable Benjamin Harris, cock in hand and judgment clouded with lust as the door swung open. Before him, sprawled on her bed was the naked form of his barely legal teenage daughter. Ben could smell her arousal from where he stood in awe, listening to her sighs as she arched her back in response to three, long fingers she fucked into her pussy.

Erin's eyes were closed, lost in the fantasy she spun in her mind. Her right hand fucked her tight, wet pussy while the fingers of her left hand swirled around her clit. "Make me cum, Daddy," she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'll be your whore. I'll do anything for you. Just fuck me, please?"

Closing the door without a sound, Ben walked to the side of the bed and pressed his hand across Erin's mouth, stifling the startled shriek of surprise he knew was coming. His other hand went immediately to her cunt, covering her own fingers and pressing against her clit. Ben knew he was using Erin's body against her as he massaged her clit and watched the guilt-ridden fear of being caught masturbating to a forbidden fantasy, transform again to lust in her deep, green eyes.

Ben leaned close to Erin's face, hissing between his teeth, "Do you really want to be Daddy's naughty little whore?"

Holding her breath, Erin nodded beneath his hand, her eyes sliding momentarily shut as the pressure of Ben's fingers against her clit brought shivers throughout her body. Ben pulled his hand from her lips, allowing her to speak. "Yes, Daddy. See?" Erin pointed at the camcorder sitting on the bedside table, its red light blinking. "I was making a tape for you. It was going to be the second part of your Father's Day gift. I was going to leave it where you'd find it sort of 'by accident'."

Picking up the camera, Ben panned down his daughter's naked body, watching the progress of the lens through the view finder. "Spread your legs, you little slut. Show your daddy your hot, wet pussy."

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" Erin did as her father asked, spreading her legs wide and using her fingers to part the tender, young petals of flesh surrounding her slit.

Ben stared intently at the wet folds of his daughter's pussy on the view screen as he shot a close up of the glistening juices oozing from her slit. Erin's pussy was nothing like her mother's dark, dusky recesses. Her pussy was light, coral pink and dewy looking as a Georgia O'Keeffe print with soft, puffy labia that would surely be the texture of wet silk when Ben set his tongue against them. His little girl dipped her fingers into her slit, spreading her abundant wetness all around her pussy before venturing deep into her cunt again.

"That's right, fuck that pussy for Daddy," Ben hissed. "Be a slut for your daddy. Show him how much you like to fuck."

As Erin's pussy-slick fingers emerged again, Ben grabbed her wrist in a firm but gentle grip and guided it to her face. "Lick them clean, slut," he ordered, feeling his cock bob as his pulse hammered through his veins. Staring directly into the camera, Erin's soft, pink tongue flicked between her lips, licking her own slippery juices from her fingers.

"Mmmmm, it tastes yummy. You want some, too?" Erin cooed, holding her wet fingers to Ben's lips and moaning with lust as his tongue snaked along her palms, licking the webbing between her fingers clean.

"You're a nasty little girl," Ben growled. Every instinct in Ben's body told him to drop the camera and ram his cock hard and deep into the pliant, nubile body before him. Roughly, his free hand chafed over his daughter's lips, down the length of her neck to her ripe breasts. He captured the decent with the camcorder, watching as he fondled the pillow of flesh and plump nipple under his fingers. Moaning with want, Erin arched her back, pressing her tit into his palm.

"Play with your titties, Erin. Show Daddy how you tease those hard, pink nipples of yours," Ben said.

Sighing, Erin's smooth fingers traced the swell of her breasts, circling lightly as her hips shifted on the bed. "Oh, Daddy, finger me again."

Reaching between her silky thighs, Ben found his little girl's clit, swollen and begging for attention. As he stroked her with his fingers, Erin pinched and rolled her own nipples, squeezing and lifting her tits to show them to the camera.

"Look at you, nasty little girl," Ben muttered through the view finder as his fingers probed her cunt. "Beg to be Daddy's whore."

"Let me be your slut, Daddy," Erin whimpered in a little girl voice as she reached for Ben's cock. Wrapping her fingers around his swollen rod, she explored with a naive touch that had Ben aching. "Don't you think it's sexy? You're going to shove this big, hard poker deep inside your little girl's cunt and fuck her brains out with it. Use me, Daddy. Let me be your nasty little whore. I'll do anything you want. Teach me what you like."

Panning down Erin's body, Ben filmed his thick fingers playing in her pussy, slick with cunt juice. Slowly, he stroked the length of her labia, listening to her moans of pleasure before pressing one finger into her tight cunt. Juice drooled out of his daughter's slit, sliding past his finger, between her ass cheeks and onto the sheets. Ben filmed his hand as he slid a second finger and third into her. Erin's moans surged again as he spread his fingers inside her, swirling them around before fucking her as deeply as he could reach.

"Deeper, Daddy. I need more," Erin gasped, releasing her hold in his cock as she yearned for her own fulfillment.

Ben lifted his wet fingers to his nose, sniffing the scent of his daughter on his skin. "Your cunt smells sweet, baby," he said, licking the length of his digits. "It tastes even sweeter. I think the time has come for you to feed Daddy. Spread your legs wide and hold your pussy open for me to taste you."

Placing the camera on the night stand so it faced the action, Ben dropped to his knees beside the bed to stare at the opening of his daughter's hot, wet box stretched wide by her manicured fingers. For a final time, his moral fiber emerged causing his straining cock to dip. "Baby, are you sure you want this?" Ben breathed, staring at the velvety pink petals beckoning him.

"Yes, Daddy," Erin moaned. "I want to cum on your face. Make me your whore."

Trailing his fingers slowly up the inside of Erin's thighs, Ben leaned in until he breathed the moist heat rising from her cunt. Unable to hold back any longer, he dragged his tongue up one side of her precious offering, savoring the wine of her innocence. "Has anyone ever eaten you before, princess?" he asked.

"No, Daddy," Erin panted. "Please, Daddy. More."

Ben Harris would be the man to introduce his daughter to the pleasures of oral sex. His cock pulsed with excitement as he traced the outside of her labia with his tongue before dipping between the folds, licking up and down. As Erin's hips began to gyrate, he slowly ate her, feeling the softness of her public hair under his tongue and relishing every slick, satiny inch of baby-soft skin he encountered. Dipping into her slit, he sucked out more of her juices. Hearing a soft, whining moan of need from his baby, Ben licked toward her clit.

"Daddy wants to lick up his little girl's cum," Ben whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, God, yes, Daddy. Please," Erin moaned.

"Feed it to me, baby. Cum for Daddy," he said, laying his tongue to his daughter's clit for the first time. For a passing moment, Ben wondered how his wife could sleep through the passionate scream Erin gave as he grazed his teeth lightly over the tender bud in his mouth. Moving like lightening to press his hand over the girl's mouth and stifle her cries, Ben growled, "Erin, you've got to keep it down or you'll wake up Mom."

Moving to the bureau, Ben searched briefly before pulling out a neatly rolled pair of white ankle socks and the red scarf from Erin's cheerleader uniform. "Open your mouth. Daddy's going to gag you so you won't make as much noise." Pressing the ball of socks between her teeth, he secured it, tying the scarf behind her head. "Can you still breath, honey?"

Erin nodded.

"Daddy's going to go back to eating your pussy, princess. You can squirm and try to scream all you want. No one's going to hear you being a nasty little slut, now." With that, Ben dropped to his knees and wrapping his arms around Erin's hips, controlling her movements, and buried his face in her cunt. Eating his daughter's pussy like a man possessed, Ben struggled against her bucking hips and listened to her muffled groans through the sock gag. "That's my little whore," Ben hissed as he rubbed the heavy shadow of chin stubble over Erin's sensitive clit. "Daddy's starting to think his little girl wants it a little rough."

Erin moaned low in her throat, nodding her head in agreement.

A slow smile spread across Ben's face as he stared up his daughter's body and reached to close a pert nipple between his thumb and finger. Tonguing her clit, he pinched the nipple hard, rolling it in his fingers as Erin's back and neck arched and she moaned in pleasure.

"Do it, little girl!" Ben commanded her. "Cum on Daddy's face!"

The roll of socks barely contained the sound of Erin's orgasm as her body tensed and her arched back cleared the bed entirely. Ben latched his mouth against her thrashing body, tasting the sweet, white nectar flowing from the recesses of his daughter's cunt. Sucking and lapping and sucking some more, Ben feasted, his hard, red cock straining to find its own release. A long string of precum dripped off the head as Ben reared up and covered his daughter's naked body with his.

With Erin's juices wet on his nose, chin and cheeks, Ben pressed the head of his cock against the yawning opening of her twat. "I have to fuck you, Erin. I'm going to die if I don't fuck that hot, little cunt of yours right now. Has anyone ever fucked you before?" Ben panted, trying to control his lust.

His little girl, expressive green eyes dark with lust, shook her head.

Using all his restraint, Ben turned to pick up the camcorder again, focusing it down the length of his body onto his painfully swollen cock as the head pressed against the dewy, virgin petals of his daughter's cunt. "Daddy's going to make you a woman, princess. Then Daddy's going to make you his slut. Getting fucked in the cunt is only the beginning, baby." As Ben spoke, he filmed his cock inching deeper into her daughter's body. "I'm going to turn you into a whore and teach you everything you need to know to make a man happy."

Feeling his cock meet the resistance of Erin's maiden head, he panned the camera up to focus on her flushed faced and disheveled hair. "Are you sure you want it rough, baby?"

Erin moaned blissfully through the sock gag and nodded yes, as she pinched, pulled and twisted her own nipples.

Pulling out of the soft, tight tunnel gripping his cock, Ben placed the camera back on the bedside stand. Pressing Erin's knees to her ears, he mounted daughter again. "Welcome to your new life, baby girl," he growled, thrusting hard into the tender body spread open before him. Oblivious to the tears that gathered in the corners of Erin's eyes, Ben rammed home, tearing away his daughter's hymen with a single stroke. Without pausing, he fucked her hard and deep. As Erin began to struggle to meet his thrusts, their union became a frenzied race to climax.

Moaning and thrashing below him, Erin climaxed a second time, the walls of her cunt clenching him strongly, milking his thrusting cock until he felt the cum rising from his balls and racing toward release. With an orgasm so intense it nearly crippled him, Ben spewed multiple shots of thick, ropy cum deep into his daughter's body before collapsing on top of her then rolling breathless to her side.

Reaching behind her head, Erin untied the scarf, spit out the sock gag and cuddled up next to her daddy, putting her head on his shoulder. As her father's abundant cum trickled out of her pussy, she lazily traced the width of Ben's chest with lingering fingers, sighing, "That felt good."


Slowly recovering, Ben chuckled, planted a fatherly kiss on his little girl's brow and tousled her hair. It felt more than good. It felt incredible; the strongest cum Ben experienced in his entire life. For a minute there, he expected the pleasure of it to kill him, but as good as it was, it wasn't enough. "I thought you said you wanted to be Daddy's slut," he grinned, tugging gently on a lock of Erin's hair.

Propping herself on her hands beside him, her tits bobbing, Erin looked into Ben's face. "I thought I was!"

"Sorry, baby girl," Ben smiled, tweaking a nipple. "If you're going to be a proper slut, you've got some clean up work to do. Hand me the camcorder, then get down there and lick Daddy's cock clean."

Streaked with cum and his daughter's virgin blood, Ben watched through the viewing screen of the camcorder in his hand as his little girl touched his now limp member with long, gentle fingers. With her other hand, she cupped his scrotum, hefting his balls. He smiled to himself at the wonderment painted across her face as she realized the weight of his equipment.

"Daddy, it's so heavy!" Erin exclaimed in surprise.

Chuckling, Ben stroked his hand down her bare back and over her buttocks, feeling a perverse mix of fatherly pride and lecherous craving for his little girl's innocence. "Why, thank you, sweetheart."

"What do I do, Daddy?" Erin asked, unable to tear her eyes away from her father's groin, even as his fingers explored her ass and began to probe her pussy again.

"For now, just explore, princess," Ben said. "Don't worry about whether you're doing anything right or wrong. Just play with them so you get use to seeing, touching and tasting my cock and balls. Why don't you start being a slut by licking our cum off, baby girl."

Tentatively, Erin leaned down and reached her tongue out to stroke the limp flesh of Ben's cock. Her innocent tongue traced the sides of his cock, licking away their combined sex juices. Lust struck like a fist, low in Ben's belly as he experienced the sensations of his daughter's naive exploration of his cock. It was all he could do to keep from throwing the camcorder down, fisting both hands in Erin's hair and fucking madly into her virgin mouth. She licked him around and up and down, all the while handling him lightly with her fingers. After licking his shaft clean, Erin moved down to his balls, cradling his sack as she drew her tongue across it.

"Oh, Daddy. I like your balls! Your skin is so soft!" Erin exclaimed in delight. "Let me see the camera! I want to tape them."

Ben couldn't help but grin at his daughter's enthusiasm and handed over the camcorder, watching in amusement as his little girl focused on his groin, narrating as she shot footage even as she spread her knees wider, allowing him greater access to stroke her pussy from behind.

"This is my daddy's cock and balls. They're beautiful, Daddy. I really love them," Erin reached out to heft and fondle him as she continued to shoot. "They're so heavy. You skin is so soft but you get so hard. Oh! Daddy, your cock is twitching!"

Laughing at Erin's startled fascination, Ben laughed. "That's right, princess. You're making my cock hard again."

"Are you going to fuck me again?" Erin focused the camera on Ben's face as he lay on the bed, one arm folded to pillow his head.

"That's going to depend on whether or not you're a good girl," Ben smiled, his fingertip circling Erin's wet little clit making her suck a breath between her teeth.

"How about if I'm a nasty slut instead?" Erin asked coyly, pointing the camera at Ben's face. "Take off your clothes, Daddy. Let me see you naked all over."

Scooting off the bed, Ben licked his fingers clean before leaning down to swipe his tongue across Erin's mouth. Standing, he shucked off his shirt before shedding the pants and boxers that were riding around his knees. "Better now, baby?" he asked, spreading his hands so Erin could film his nakedness. "Now, it's time you gave back the camera and started being a slut again. On your knees for your lesson, little whore."

Erin dropped to the floor, sitting back on her heels as she knelt before her father's cock and balls. She was a vision of submissive, daughterly love and adolescent lust yearning to be exploited. The dark desire to do just that defeated Ben's reasoning.


"Since you like Daddy's balls so much, that's where we'll start, princess. Cup my balls in your fingers and squeeze them lightly. Easy, baby, not too hard. Just keep squeezing and releasing; massaging them. That's good, sweetheart. Now bury your pretty little face in my crotch and take one of my balls into your mouth. No, princess, all of it. Run your tongue around and make it nice and wet, honey. Now, suck it. Oh, yeah, that's good. No teeth, you little whore, just tongue it and suck," Ben groaned as he watched and felt his daughter sucking his balls one at a time. His rejuvenated cock lay rigid across the side of her face as she burrowed into his groin, waiting for the next step of the lesson.

"That's good, baby. Now, what do you want to do?" Ben wheezed, arousal choking his voice as he struggled against the longing to treat his little girl like the whore she wanted to be and violently fuck her throat. The time would come, he told himself, imagining his daughter on her back, choking as he thrust past her tongue into her windpipe. Erin already gave herself up to a rough fuck that stripped her of her virginity. She would be a trusting little cunt, willing and easily trained to let her daddy repeatedly use her body to their mutual fulfillment.

Teasing her fingers lightly up and down his length, Erin began rubbing her father's cock over her face, softly nuzzling it. Ben thought he would pop as his wicked imaginings combined with the sight of his cock gliding over his daughter's supple cheeks, causing his balls to tighten. Suddenly, Erin turned her head, licking the length of his cock as it passed her mouth. As he watched his little girl play with his cock, Ben started to shake with lust, the camcorder jiggling in his hand.

"Suck Daddy's cock, baby. Open your mouth and take the head of Daddy's cock in. Oh, fuck, yes, baby. Run your tongue around it just like that. Suck me, Erin; like a lollipop. No teeth, little girl, just use lots of spit and bob your head up and down as you suck on it."

Ben felt his self-control slipping as he watched and felt his daughter sucking him off. He tried to steady the camera, showing the way Erin's auburn hair swayed around her face as she noisily slurped up and down his shaft. When his baby girl looked up, directly in the lens and opened her mouth to run her tongue around the head of his cock, Ben was overwhelmed by the need to fuck her face. Grabbing the back of his little girl's head, he pumped his rod over Erin's tongue as the camcorder captured shaky pictures of the little slut pinching and rolling her nipples before playing with her clit and shoving her fingers in her cunt.

Erin's soft cheeks puffed out with each easy stroke of Ben's cock into her mouth. Her tongue moved wetly over the back of his shaft as she drove a couple fingers into her dripping pussy. The moment Ben's cock struck the back of her throat making her gag, Erin began to cum, her moans muffled by her daddy's meat filling her mouth. The sight, the sound, the feeling, crushed Ben's control and he felt his cum rocket from his balls to his cock.

"Daddy's cumming, baby. Suck hard! God! Fuck! Yes!" Ben fired his first shot down his little girl's throat then pulled out of her mouth, jerking his cock hard. A sense of possessiveness and power surged through his veins as he watched his cum splatter over his daughter's rapturously upturned face. His little girl was indeed a whore, lost in the splendor of worshipping her daddy's erupting cock as she held her mouth open like a baby bird, catching splashes of cum on her tongue.

"Suck Daddy dry, baby," Ben instructed, watching her mouth close over him as he started to grow limp. The camcorder's red eye blinked relentlessly as his cum-splattered daughter sucked enthusiastically, licking him clean. "Stand up you nasty slut. It's time to clean you off."

Erin did as she was asked, her father's cum dripping down her face. Holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger, Ben licked his own cum from his daughter's face, tasting himself before shoving his tongue into her mouth. Erin's tongue snaked around his, savoring the flavor of her daddy's cum like her mother did caviar. Kissing his little girl deeply again and again, Ben fed her his cum, one tongue full at a time until her face was a glistening mask of dewy innocence.

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy," Erin grinned. "I love you more than anyone."

Confusion and Pleasure

The problems in our family started more than three years ago. When I had gotten half way through high school I started to think for myself more. I began to question that which I had before simply accepted. When you live in a traditional family, this does not help to create a peaceful environment. I soon completely rejected my family's Catholic beliefs, and this did not go over well with my parents, especially my father.

But that was not the real problem. The real problems began when my little sister began to follow my lead. I had always been very close to my sister, and as younger siblings often do she had a tendency to emulate my behaviors. In this case, however, she took it a step further. Rather than a rational rejection of an illogical belief system, she went into plain rebellion. My parents blamed me for her disobedience, and I soon fell out of favor with them.

When I finished high school I immediately went to an out of state college to get some distance between us, and everyone was happier for it. In fact, I had not even been home to see my parents and seldom spoken to them in the two years I had spent there. Now I sat in my room, quite surprised to be on the phone with my mother.

"So, how are things going Sophie?"

"They're fine Mom."

"Are you still keeping your grades up?"

"Yes Mom, you know I am." I had never had any problems getting good grades, and my mother knew this. It was ridiculous for her to ask, not to mention out of character.

There was a long pause, neither of us speaking. I got the distinct impression that there was something she wanted to say but could not find the courage to do so. This belief was fed by the fact that this was only the fourth or fifth time we had spoken since I had moved off to school. There had to be a reason for the call.

"So, what's up?"

"It's - well, it's Maggy."

"What's wrong now?" I tried to make my annoyance plain. I'd had more than enough of being blamed for my sister's actions. They were her responsibility, not mine.

"Nothing's wrong, actually. Quite the opposite," she was trying not to sound confrontational. "It seems she's finally settled down. She's going to church again, and she's become really good friends with Jennifer Dover."

Jennifer Dover? That made no sense. Jennifer Dover was a good little churchy girl, and Maggy and I had never liked her. Why would Maggy hang out with her? "Jennifer Dover? The short fat girl?"

"Sophie! Don't be so cruel!"

"Life is cruel mother."

We have had conversations in the direction this was leading before. She knew where we were going and bit her tongue. There was another long pause. I had plenty of resentment built up, and I didn't want to make it any easier for her to say whatever it was she was going to say, so I kept my mouth shut.

Finally, she spoke. "Your father is very happy with the way things are going now."

"That's great," I replied, making sure my words dripped with sarcasm. My father had always been far more difficult and angry about the situation than mother, his happiness meant little to me at this point in time.

"He's . . . He's cooled down a bit. I - What I'm trying to say is I talked to him, and we want you to come back home for the summer. It's been too long Sophie."

Now I was really shocked. I just sat with my mouth open, my thoughts racing.

"Sophie, are you there?"

"I'm not changing, mother. Your not going to try to convert me are you?"

"I know! I know! All we want is to see you Sophie. It's not right for us to live like this. Won't you please think about it?"

After a while I reluctantly agreed, though I was kicking myself for it after I hung up the phone. I anxiously finished the last two weeks of the quarter, then prepared for my return home. The trial that I knew that I must face was never far from my mind. While our differences might have been slightly reconciled, the rift was by no means repaired. It interfered with my studies a bit, but as I said I have always had good grades and the impact wasn't that great.

Finally the day arrived and I returned home. As I pulled up to the house, the sight brought back a lot of memories, most of the more recent ones unpleasant. The last fight I had had with my parents entered my mind. They had been trying to talk to me about being a negative influence on Maggy for quite a while, but now they were accusing me of "corrupting" her. That had been the last straw. The next day I had calmly and coldly informed them I was moving out, and we had hardly spoken since.

As I got out of the car my reminiscing was interrupted by the sight of my mother running out to greet me, tears running down her face. Immediately she embraced me.

"Oh Sophie! It's been too long. Far too long!"

As she gripped me, some of my anger finally melted and gave way. I softened, and I returned her embrace. Soon I was crying as well. The stony facade that I had prepared was crumbling. As much as I hated to admit it, I was truly happy to be back home. The welcome I got from my father was not nearly the same, but there was finally some warmth between us again. Maggy was not yet home from school, she still had a few days to go before she was done with her last year of highschool. So mom and dad and I sat in the living room and exchanged small talk. We avoided any deep conversation topics, as nobody wanted to stir up painful memories. It was a little awkward, but at least no one was angry.

Before long Maggy got home, and to my surprise she had brought Jennifer Dover with her. Also surprising was Jennifer's appearance. She was no longer "short and fat". At some point she had gone through a growth spurt and lost some of her girth. While she was by no means skinny, I definitely wouldn't call her fat. Full-bodied is more like it. In her white dress shirt, long black skirt, and knee-high boots and with her brunette braids that reached down to her waist she still looked like a good little church girl, but she was damn cute. I'd bet she made a lot of boys wish she was naughty.

My little sister didn't look bad either. She was still quite a bit shorter than me (but then again I am quite tall), but her body had developed nicely since I had seen her last. Her breasts had grown out. They weren't very large, but had a nice shape; and her hips had also flared out a bit, so she didn't look quite so tomboyish. The most striking feature was her fiery red hair, cut short but still a tangled mess anyway, just as I remembered it. We really didn't look very similar. My hair was relatively straight, and platinum blonde. Where she was athletic, I was more like a model. At times it was hard to believe we were related at all.

My sister and I embraced, though without the tears that my reunion with my mother evoked. She introduced me to Jennifer, who meekly mumbled something I didn't understand and blushed a little, and then they were off to my sister's room to study for a history final. Maggy hadn't seemed as excited to see me again as I had hoped. I wanted to spend some time with my kid sister, but well did I know the rigors of academic life.

For a while things were really not that interesting for a while. Everyone got along fine. Mom and Dad spent a lot of time at work and a lot of time helping out at the local church, so I didn't spend a lot of time with them, but when they were around we got along fine. Maggy seemed to genuinely have been "rehabilitated", and all was going well. She did spend the majority of her time with Jennifer, which I found rather odd, but this seemed to please my parents so I avoided bringing it up.

About ten days after my return home, we got a phone call from some out-of-state relatives. One of my dad's cousins had gotten in a car accident. She was hospitalized, and not likely to make it. She and dad had been very close when they were younger, so my parents immediately flew out to see her. Since Maggy and I had never even met her, we stayed home.

Maggy and Jennifer had just finished school, and both were as of yet unemployed, so they were both home all day. I found their behavior to be more than just a little strange. They both seemed quite a bit more touchy-feely than normal. Whenever Maggy happened to place her hand upon Jennifer it would linger there far longer than it should have, and whenever I had my back turned one of them would end up giggling. When I turned back toward them, Jennifer's face would always be blushed. Knowing Jennifer to be the good girl that she was, I tried for the most part to ignore it.

That night Jennifer stayed over, and I got the surprise of my life. In the middle of the night I got up to use the restroom, and as I was going back toward my room I heard noises coming from the living room. I thought that maybe someone had left the TV on, and so I went to turn it off. What I saw froze me in my tracks.

The couch was facing away from me, so I could not see anything below the top of the backrest. But I could see my sister, hands clutching her naked breasts, head thrown back, eyes closed, moans escaping from her open mouth. From the motions her upper body was going through, I got the distinct impression that she was grinding herself down on something. Whatever it was, she was obviously enjoying it immensely. Maggy and Jennifer's earlier behavior seemed to take on a whole new light, and Jennifer's reputation was no longer able to suppress the suspicions that had been aroused.

I stood and gaped for a moment, still awe-struck, but soon came to my senses and returned to my room before my presence could be discovered. My head was spinning. I was no innocent little girl; I had been exposed to lesbianism at college. But I had never even considered the possibility that my little sister preferred the companionship of other women. Suddenly a lot of things made a lot more sense. The fact that in all of Maggy's rebellion I had never heard of her having a boyfriend for instance, as well as all of the time she spent with Jennifer. They weren't just friends. "Studying for finals" indeed . . . All of these thoughts kept running through my head, almost as much as the image of my sexy little sister in ecstasy, riding what I imagined to be Jennifer's face.

I found myself getting aroused. I had never been attracted to another woman before, but the thought of Maggy being tongue-fucked by the good little church girl set my mind reeling and my body reacted in ways it never had to thoughts of men. I tried to suppress it. It wasn't right to think of my sister like that. It wasn't normal. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I couldn't get to sleep. I lay, tossing and turning for more than an hour, but it was no use.

My clit was throbbing and my nipples were so hard it hurt. I wanted desperately to cum, but I couldn't stop thinking of Maggy. I tried to think about something else sexy. I even tried thinking about just Jennifer, but Maggy always ended up finding a way in there. Finally, I gave in and started fingering myself. I sent my fingers flying over my clit, trying to get this over as fast as I could and get Maggy out of my mind. Soon I had masturbated myself to one of the most explosive orgasms I'd ever given myself. Panting and purring, I finally got to sleep.

The next day elapsed much as the first had. But the sexual undertones to the girls' behavior seemed much more evident to me. A few times, after I heard them giggling, I could have sworn that I could see Jennifer's big erect nipples poking through her shirt. It was too much for me to bear. Soon I had to get out of the house and distract myself with something else. I drove around town for a while, seeing how the place had changed since I had moved away. It hadn't really. I tried going to the local book store, but everything that was any good I already had. Besides, I couldn't really concentrate on the books anyway. I kept thinking about Maggy and her new lover. Soon I gave up and returned home. The afternoon passed much as the morning had.

That night I lay awake, tossing and turning again. It was useless. I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I got up, and was about to slip on a pair of shorts, but I suddenly felt naughty and left my room wearing only a tight little tanktop that I usually slept in. I was totally exposed from the waist down. The cool air caressing my wet pussy was exhilarating, and by the time I had soundlessly crept to the living room I was practically dripping. However, I was disappointed to find the living room empty.

I was about to return to my room when a wicked thought struck me. I could sit outside Maggy's door and eavesdrop. If they were going to make love in the living room, it seemed only fair that they shouldn't expect much for privacy, but listening to what they did in the bedroom seemed a bit more like trespassing. But I needed to get off now, and it was basically their fault I was all wet, right?

I ascended the stairs to the second story, and then crawled on my hands and knees to Maggy's bedroom door. When I stopped, I was pleased to find that I would be treated to another audio feast. At first all I could hear were soft little whimpers, punctuated by occasional inaudible whispering. As time went on it got louder.

"Yessss . . . Fuck me . . . Fuck my pussy . . . "

I was quite surprised to find that the voice doing the whimpering and talking dirty was Jennifer's. Those were not the words I expected to hear coming from her, but then again I had never expected her to let my sister fuck her either.

"Fuck me with your cock . . . Yes, oh yes . . . Harder . . . Fuck me harder . . . "

'Fuck me with your cock?' I thought. Were they using a strapon? My imagination rapidly flipped images through my mind, and in my mind I could see Jennifer on her hands and knees, with Maggy taking her from behind. I could see Maggy's hands resting on that supple bottom, and the gentle ripples that would travel through Jennifer's body as their flesh met. I became more aroused than I thought was possible. My hands crept up under my shirt and fondled my breasts, pinching and teasing my nipples. I thought I was going to cum without even touching my pussy, I felt so hot. I didn't, so I soon reached one hand down between my outspread thighs and furiously fingered myself.

Evidently Maggy was complying with Jennifer's wishes, because she was thrusting into her hard enough that I could hear the slapping of flesh outside the door. Soon the pleasure prevented Jennifer from talking anymore, and the noises coming from her mouth degenerated into inarticulate moans, and then screams. I couldn't imagine the walls keeping me from hearing this down in my room, so I felt a little less guilty about eavesdropping. My climax came just after Jennifer's started and ended before hers, but still it was fantastic. I'm sure I made plenty of noise, but Jennifer was so loud that it didn't matter anyway. As I crawled back away to my room I could hear them murmuring to each other and kissing.

I hadn't planned on saying anything about what I had heard and seen to Maggy and Jennifer, but it sort of happened the next day anyway. Maggy left the house for something, and I was left alone with Jennifer for a short time. She was so cute in another one of her little churchy outfits that I couldn't resist the temptation to say something.

"So, Jennifer . . . " Already she was blushing, and I hadn't even said anything. Normally someone that incredibly shy would have irritated me immensely, but she was so damn cute when she blushed that I found it kind of endearing. I could think of no smooth way to say what I wanted, so I just blurted it out. "You and Maggy - You're more than just friends aren't you? Are you lovers?"

I didn't think it was possible for a person's face to turn that red. She just sat there, staring at me with her mouth hanging wide open. God she was so cute. But she was obviously terrified, and I started to feel guilty. "I heard you two last night, so there's no use denying it. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me, dear. I won't tell a soul."

Some of the dread faded from her face, but it was quickly replaced by humiliation. She still couldn't bring herself to speak. I cupped her cheek in my left hand and tried to reassure her some more. She was trembling, so I pulled her close and held her. "Thank you," she finally managed to squeak out. She was so meek and submissive, I thought was beginning to understand why my sister liked her.

I didn't say anything else to Jennifer about the subject, but still she acted like a beaten dog all day. If she hadn't been as cute as a button while she did it she would have gotten on my nerves. Later that afternoon, Maggy came to me.

"Jennifer told me you talked to her." I took it she meant the talk about my discovery.

"And . . . "

"I actually thought you already knew. I mean, there were all those hints."

I didn't know what she was talking about, so I just said "I had no idea until the night before last. I was pretty shocked to find out."

"So you saw us on the couch then? I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong," I replied.

"So you really won't tell anyone? Thank you so much. Mom and dad would xxx out so much!"

"Don't worry, you're safe for now. I do have a question though. How in the world did you end up with Jennifer Dover."

Suddenly her voice dropped to an excited whisper, and she turned giddy like a little girl. "Actually, she came to me about a month ago." My surprise most have shown on my face, because the next thing she said was "I know! She's the last girl I would have thought was a lesbian. But she came to me, I guess because I was the 'wild girl', and asked me if I had ever been attracted to another girl. The poor thing was terrified there was something wrong with her and that she would get caught being bad. But she was so adorable." I just nodded my head knowingly at this.

"I kind of just fell for her right away. Believe me, I was as surprised as you are."

From this point they were a bit more open about their sexuality. They would kiss passionately in front of me, and every once a while Maggy would sneak a feel of Jennifer's big heavy breasts and they would both giggle. "So that's what they were doing earlier," I thought. Jennifer was of course embarrassed and awkward the whole time, but eventually she loosened up a bit.

Later that night, while we were all watching tv (at least I was), they were really getting into it. They ended up with my sister laying on top of her lover, kissing her passionately and caressing her whole body, ending up with her hands fixed on those massive mammaries. I fixed my gaze to them in fascination, completely forgotten, but after a moment Jennifer broke off the kissing and looked over at me self-consciously. Maggy seemed to return to reality then.

"Sorry Sophie. We'll go up to my room."

"Don't be sorry," I replied. "And you don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to, I don't mind." I couldn't believe that had just come out of my mouth! But the damage was already done. Too late to take it back. I wanted desperately to see them fuck on the couch in front of me, but I hoped that I hadn't made that too obvious. It wasn't right for me to want to see my sister like this.

They both just looked at me for a moment, and then Maggy broke the silence. "Do you want to do it in front of her Jennifer? You'd like that wouldn't you?"

The only response that she could manage was to gasp out a breathy "Yes."

"I'll be right back love," my sister said. "I'm going to get my cock."

That right there was almost enough to push me over the edge. I wanted so badly to finger myself then and there. Not only was I going to get to see them making love to each other, they were going to use the strapon right in front of me! I had died and gone to heaven. And sitting across from me on the other couch was an angel. I smiled at her, and she made an attempt at returning the favor, but instead decided to stare at her hands resting in her lap, fingers entwined and fidgeting nervously.


Maggy returned with her plastic cock and soon their mouths were glued together again. Before long articles of clothing were flying every which way. I didn't even pretend to xxx the TV anymore. My sights were set on them. Jennifer was lying on her back, gloriously exposed, and Maggy was at her tits, pleasuring them with her mouth. I wanted more than anything to join them, but that was my sister. I couldn't do that.

Jennifer had her hands tangled up in my sister's wild mane while Maggy worked her tongue in ever constricting circles around Jennifer's nipples. Obviously Jennifer was enjoying the attention her breasts were receiving. She was in so much pleasure I think she had even forgotten to be meek. She had her head thrown back over the arm rest, and her eyes were closed while her mouth was wide open and letting loose little noises that attempted to do justice to the sensations racing along her nerves. I wanted nothing more than to stick my tongue in that adorable mouth, but I restrained myself for the time being.

Soon Maggy was completely naked as well, and she had her lover get up on her hands and knees. I couldn't help but notice that my sister's hair down there was just as wild and nearly as red. How sexy! Jennifer's shyness seemed to return once she was facing me, and I think Maggy got off on it.

"You want me to fuck you while my big sister watches, don't you Jennifer."

All she could manage was a meek little "Yes."

"Letting her see us excites you doesn't it."

Again, she squeaked out an affirmative response.

"Ask me for it Jennifer. What do you want me to do?"

For a moment she couldn't force it out, but finally came a whisper of "Fuck me."

"Louder, love."

She repeated it, louder this time. "Fuck me."

"More."

"Fuck me in front of your sister."

"More."

"Fuck me in the pussy with your big plastic cock, in front of your sister."

"What's the magic word Jennifer."

"Please . . . " she whined.

I guess that was enough for Maggy, because she started to rub the cock at her lover's entrance, and then to slowly insert it. All this time Jennifer kept getting redder and redder, and once again I could not help but think that she was the cutest thing in the world.

Maggy started off really slow, but soon she was thrusting in and out of the good little churchy girl rapidly. Jennifer just moaned and sighed as my sister made love to her. I was kind of disappointed that she didn't talk dirty like she had before, but I guess I probably shouldn't complain too much.

Now Maggy was fucking her hard enough that the slap of flesh was loud, and Jennifer's big boobs wobbled back and forth slightly out of sync with Maggy's movements. Her moans were getting closer and closer to screams, and I could tell it wouldn't be long before she exploded in orgasm. I couldn't take any more stimulation. I pulled off my jeans and my panties, and right or wrong I began to masturbate myself right in front of my sister. I felt dirty doing this, especially while she was fucking another woman. But I guess that was part of what excited me. I don't know how I lasted as long as I did, as turned on as I was. Soon Jennifer was cumming, and then so was I. Both of us cried our pleasure out loud, and then the three of us lay there, panting.

Then Maggy seemed to have just noticed what I had done, and it was my turn to be embarrassed. However she spoke to Jennifer, not to me.

"I think you got my sister all excited. You got her to finger herself. You dirty little girl."

Jennifer was on her back again. Maggy's mouth was on her again, first at her mouth, then moving down her neck to suck at her breasts. Then Jennifer's mouth was on my sister's perky breasts, licking and nibbling her erect and protruding nipples.

"I want to ride your face love. Get into position please."

Jennifer slid her head down off the head rest and down the couch, so her legs were hanging off the other end. Then Maggy straddled her face, and her lover's tongue shot out to pleasure her pussy. She clutched her delicious little breasts just like she had when I saw her the other night, and all the while she still wore the strapon.

Soon I was turned on again, and I thought about pleasuring myself some more, but I reconsidered. I was more than a little freaked out about what I had done in front of my little sister. But still I watched as she ground herself against Jennifer's face until she climaxed. I went to bed without a word, and I was so spent from our short encounter that for the first time since mom and dad flew out I fell right to sleep.

I woke well into the morning feeling absolutely fantastic. I had slept a full eleven hours, something I hadn't done since I was sixteen. I got up, wearing only my tank-top again, and walked to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I had to walk through the living room to get there, and discovered Jennifer and Maggie asleep on the living room floor. They were both still naked. Jennifer lay on her back with a pillow under her head, and Maggie lay atop her with her face pillowed between those glorious breasts. She still wore the strapon.

"Great," I thought. "If this keeps up and going to end up rubbing my clit off." Once again my pussy began to cream. I got out of there before I started dripping on the carpet and started the coffee. I waited in the kitchen for it to finish, and then decided to drink it in the kitchen as well. Going back through the living room would only force me to deal with the confusion that came with being attracted to my little sister.

Half way through the cup though, in walked my sister wearing nothing but the strapon. "Pour me a cup would you Sophie."

I meant to respond, but instead I stood gaping at the plastic cock. I was shocked that she would so nonchalantly wear that unnatural appendage around the house.

"You like it? It turns Jennifer on just to see me wear it, so once it goes on I don't take it off until I have to. Sometimes I even wear it under my clothes." She giggled.

She could have done anything she wanted to me right then, sister or no. I would have been completely hers if she had only acted. But she didn't. Instead she poured herself a cup of coffee (I was still busy staring), and walked back out to the living room. I tried only halfway successfully to distract myself by doing the dishes. Eventually I ran out, and had to go back through the living room on the way back to my bedroom.

However I never made it to my bedroom, as I found Maggie and Jennifer making love again on the floor. They were in the same position they had slept in, with Maggie laying atop her lover humping her slowly. I didn't even try to resist the temptation anymore, I simply plopped myself down on the couch and went to work on my pussy.

Maggie and Jennifer had their lips glued together, so there wasn't much in the way of sound at first. Then Maggie moved her mouth to Jennifer's neck, nipping and sucking the skin there. Then I could hear Jennifer's delightful moans and grunts. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and pressed my feet against my ass, spreading my thighs apart and exposing myself as much as possible.

"Faster, please, fuck me faster Maggie," Jennifer whined.

Maggie propped herself up on her outstretch arms and complied, plowing into her lover's voluptuous body and making it move in the most beautiful ways. Those tits that I had come to adore so much was bouncing back and forth, and as frequency of the bouncing increased so did the speed of Jennifer's high pitched half-scream half-moans. Soon she came, the pleasure escaping her body in one long, whiny scream.

They still lay on the floor, their limbs now entwined, kissing passionately for a few moments. Meanwhile, my fingers continued their little dance of ecstasy over my clit. I needed desperately to cum. Maggie disengaged herself and came over to where I sat. My heart stopped.

"Sophie. I want you to eat my pussy."

I just sat, staring with my jaw dropped down to the floor. This seemed to have become a rather common response for me. Somewhere deep down inside me I was sickened by the idea. Sisters don't have sex with each other. There was a voice in the deep recesses of my mind telling me to get up and run. But the throbbing of my clit and the sight of my sister's petite body drowned out that little voice.

"Will you, please?"

I nodded, incapable of any other response. She stood on the couch on her knees, and moved her crotch to my face. I licked tentatively at her slit a few times, before burying my nose in her beautiful pubic hair. Soon I got a feel for what I was doing. I ran my tongue awkwardly from the bottom of her labia to the top, splitting them apart as much as I could, before lapping at her clit. This cycle seemed to be working on her, so I repeated it. As I became more comfortable I resumed my own stimulations.

But when Maggie noticed this she stopped me. She grabbed my wrists and brought my hands up to her nipples. I wanted desperately to get myself off, but she had the power of command over me now, and I would do whatever she wanted.

"Not yet Sophie. It's my turn right now."

As I played with her nipples she threw her head back and let out a long slow moan. She began to grind her hips ever so slightly against my face.

"Oh yes. Just like that, sis."

On odd and unexpected pride began to grow in me. I was pleased that I was making my sister feel this good. I was very confused right then, but the sexual high I was experiencing overwhelmed everything else.

As Maggie got closer to cumming, she grabbed my wrists again and pinned them to the couch. Now she was humping my face. It was difficult to keep my tongue where I wanted it, but she didn't seem to mind much. Soon she came all over my face. She pulled her pussy away from me and looked into my eyes, smiling. I returned the smile, proud to have made her feel that way.

"Now it's your turn."

She sank down unto her butt beside me and placed her hand between my thighs, rubbing up and down around the outside of my pussy. I'm sure she could see in my eyes how desperately I needed to cum, but still she only teased me. Every time she came near my clit little electric pulses of pleasure would travel up my spine and hit my brain, making me more and more desperate for release. Had I been able to speak I would have begged her to make me cum. I would have begged my little sister to stick her fingers in me and fuck me to orgasm. Instead I dug my fingers into the back of the couch and thrashed my head about while I moaned in pleasure and in frustration.

Finally she inserted two of her fingers and fucked me as deep as she could. She was strong but gentle at the same time. She pushed herself into me until she could go no farther. Her fingers roamed around and explored my depths. She made my pussy hers, and in doing so gave me the most intense pleasure. It didn't take long before I felt an explosion between my legs and I screamed out my pleasure.

I had just been fucked by my sister! It had been heavenly, but now my head was out of the clouds and I was left to consider the consequences. What did this mean for me? For our relationship? Am I a lesbian? I didn't know the answers to any of these questions. It was far too much to think about in one sitting.

I sat for I don't know how long with my head resting against Maggie's shoulder, simply finding pleasure in the closeness. When I raised my head, I found my sister with her lips planted on mine. She made love to my mouth with her tongue, probing everywhere, sticking it deeper than I thought it could go.

This didn't seem like a spontaneous kiss. There was no hesitation; this seemed like something planned. I found myself thinking that maybe nothing my sister had done over the last few days had been spontaneous. Perhaps every move she had made was made with the intention of seducing me. I didn't know, and the more I thought about it the more I didn't care. I was in heaven.

As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately so did our sexual encounter that morning. We all knew that our parents would be returning that afternoon, so we broke off and prepared for their return. Jennifer said her farewells and returned to her own home. It may have just been my imagination, but her shyness towards me seemed to be dissipating.

When mom and dad finally got home, things went back to how they had been before, awkward, though now for different reasons. I didn't know how to act or what to say. My mind was constantly occupied with what had happened. It didn't help that Maggy seemed intent on ignoring that it ever had happened. I felt many things: disappointment, loneliness, even a little like I had been used and discarded. But most of all I felt a great yawning emptiness that I had not known was there before.

After this time seemed to fly by, and my time back at home was over. When I had first come down I had expected to be happy to escape the situation by the time I left. Now I was not sure what I felt. Confusion was probably the foremost emotion in my mind, if that can even be considered an emotion. I no longer knew what to feel, especially towards my sister. I loved her as a sister, but the unusual extent to which we had shared physical intimacy suggested a different kind and depth of love. One thing was for sure, I wouldn't be satisfied with men anymore.

When it came time to say goodbye, there were a thousand things running through my head to say to Maggy. Finally I said just one, "Thank you for opening my eyes."

Finding Mom

Before I go on with my story I feel it is only right to give you a bit of background on my life. It is easy for people to be judgmental and tell me what I have done and what I am doing is wrong but past events define what we are and who we become. I offer this not as an excuse but so you know things are not always black and white.

My mother left my father when I was about 2 for reasons I will never fully understand having no idea why she left since she has never contacted me and my father was, at best, reluctant to talk about it. Now I am older I guess the thing I find hardest to understand is how she could leave a child without ever wanting to know them.

My father worked away a lot and as a result I was passed around friends and family to be looked after. Some of my earliest memories at school were being teased by other kids for having no mom and having no one there on sports day or during the nativity play.

By the time I was 8 my father announced to me that he had gone and remarried and we would be living together as a family. He introduced me to my new mother. Her name was Elizabeth and even at such a young age I knew this was not how a mommy should look. Over the years I learned she was originally from Vietnam and worked in a hotel somewhere up north. Apparently my father, having frequented the same hotel on numerous occasions whilst on business, got chatting to her and became friendly with Elizabeth, who was a receptionist and eventually asked her out. He said they had dated for over two years and decided he wanted to marry her. They got married at a registry office with just a very small service, to which I was not invited and hence I now had this new mom.

To be fair to her she was nothing but good to me but even at that tender age I found things too strange to ever get close to her. I was back living regularly at my home, something I was unused to. This woman was strange to look at and ate different kinds of food, much of which I disliked. Having a mom again I thought would make things better but it actually got worse. The other kids found out where she was from and constantly picked on me about how my mom was a Thai hooker and asking if my dad had to keep paying for sex.

I got in numerous fights for which I was blamed. I was too ashamed to tell my parents or the teachers what had been said and so I was blamed for many of the fights. As I got older the insults just got more offensive and lewd. By the time I left school I had no friends to speak of and locked myself in my room with computer games.

My relationship with Liz was always distant but respectful. She tried to help me out with little talks but I could never open up to her. I guess I resented her for what she had put me through. After I finished school I decided I needed to get away and start afresh. I was far from stupid, having locked myself away so long I had little else to do apart from study and I became what people would perceive as a geek. I spent two years at college which I graduated with flying colours but I did not form any longstanding friendships as I did not want people discovering my secret and putting me through the same hell as school. This was also an issue with girls. I was a developing teenager with the same hormones as everyone else but I couldn't talk to any men let alone women.

Having finished college I was accepted on a course at a University in Wales. This was far enough from where I currently lived, about a two hour drive, to allow me the independence I sought.

My first day of freedom was fast approaching and surprisingly my Dad had arranged to take me to the Halls of Residence where I would be stopping. Much to my horror Elizabeth said she would also be coming along as she wanted to see where I would be living.

We arrived at the Hall's which was off campus, about ten minutes from the University. I unloaded the car and grabbed my xxx. I was nervous not to be seen and gave them both a quick kiss and a hug goodbye.

"Aren't you going to invite us into your new place first?" Liz asked somewhat surprised at my hasty retreat.

"Erm...well I need to check in, it may take ages," even in my own head this sounded like a lame reason.

"It's okay we will wait for you, after all we wont be seeing you for a whilst now" Dad said oblivious to any deliberate excuses.

"Er...yeah...okay then, back in a moment."

I walked across to the entrance of the Halls where upon me giving confirmation of my name I was given a door key and a load of information on the University, fresher's week, local sights, fire regulations, etc. I walked back outside and my parents were both out of the car chatting to another couple who had obviously just dropped off their son too. I held the door open as he solemnly thanked me before heading to the reception. As I approached I could hear the conversation,

"... he is just a little nervous having never lived away before"

"That's like our Dale, I'm sure they will be okay though." Dad looked up from his conversation to see me approaching.

"Hey Mark you got the key then?"

I lofted it up to show them and forced a smile, as I encouraged them to follow me indoors and out of the public view in the car park. My Dad passed me over a large rucksack as he carried another large holdall and Elizabeth carried a box of rations as she called it containing plates, cutlery, food, etc.

Rather than wait for a lift I followed the instructions the Hall warden had given me up a flight of stairs to my new room. As I fumbled to get the key into the door the young man in the room directly opposite came out. He was 6 foot with dark, curly hair which was in a modern style, unkempt. He was wearing an open, blue, chequered shirt, with a t-shirt underneath depicting the message 'Only users lose drugs'. His face broke into a big smile as he introduced himself as Jeff. He took everyone's hand in a warm, welcoming manner but I noticed how he looked at my Mom a little longer than everyone else. Already I had a feeling of dread. My neighbours now knew who my mother was; a pit formed in the bottom of my stomach, it was going to be like school all over again.

I unlocked the room and scrambled inside. The room was in many ways like a standard hotel room with an en-suite facility. Other extras were the table provided with the overhead lamp supposedly for the hours of studying I was to do and a couple of pin boards which were added to stop students pinning numerous holes into the walls.

Feeling tired and pissed off I was very cold towards my parents, which they took to be a sign of nerves. Having shown them around the communal kitchen area, which six of us were due to share, we returned to the room. As my parents were about to leave there was a knock at the door, it was the parents of Dale.

"Hope you don't mind?" His mother said, "it seems you two are neighbours. " I looked over to Dale who looked as fed up as I felt. He was about 5 foot 8 and was dressed in combats and a hoody. I nodded my head towards him and in acknowledgment and he nodded back.

"Well we shall leave you all to it, we have to shoot off," Dad said after some small talk. "It's a long drive back."

"Finally," though I kept my thoughts to myself. We embraced and Elizabeth gave me a peck on the cheek whilst reminding me to call regularly, as they made there way out of the door. Dale was also giving his farewells and between us we ushered the parents out of my room. I could see Elizabeth was wiping her eyes as she walked away and for a moment I felt a pang of guilt for the trouble I had caused her. At least now I could blame no one else but myself. Having got shot of the parents Dale, who was still in my room, sat himself on the chair which was nestled under the desk.

"Fuck me, am I glad they are gone," he said exhaling a large breath. "I swear they were doing my head in." I laughed at his frank and honest view, relieved that I was not alone in my discomfort.

"You're not wrong, it's bad enough trying to make conversation for two hours in the car with them, but then they want to talk even more once your get here. I feel like a 12 year old all over again." This time it was Dale's turn to laugh. "You like FIFA?"

"Love it." With that, whilst leaving the remainder of the luggage unopened I pulled out the console which I plugged into the TV. Soon enough we had got chatting about our courses, what we were expecting from university, background history and I realised that we were very similar in many ways. From my point of view it was good to meet someone who didn't once mention my mom.

It must have been a couple of hours later when there was a knock at the door but before I could get up and see who it was in walked Jeff with another man.

"Hi all," said Jeff with all his usual enthusiasm, this is Mo he said pointing to the Indian lad behind him. He was a similar height to Jeff but wore dark blue jeans and a bvrown leather xxx. Mo raised a hand in acknowledgment. "It seems we are to be neighbours." With that they both strolled in Mo sitting on the table whilst Jeff threw himself onto the bed. It was then that I realised Mo had bought some beers in with him and he started cracking them open and handing them out.

"Here is to new neighbours" said Jeff raising his can. We all followed suit and took out first swig.

Weeks went by without incident. The course was going well, I had formed new friendships with my neighbours although the other two neighbours turned out to be Malaysian and spent more time with there fellow country men in another block. I sparingly kept in touch with my parents and apart from spending far too much on alcohol and fresher's week all seemed to be going well. Then one night the moment I had been dreading arrived.

It started with a heavy night at the student union where we all started playing drinking games and drinking shots. Being completely wasted Mo suggested we head back to his room for a smoke. Not having smoked any weed before I reluctantly agreed but before long we were all having a joint having disabled the in room smoke alarm.

"Hey Mark, that woman with your Dad, who was it?" Jeff asked with a stoned grin on his face. This was it, even in this state I began to feel nauseous.

"That is my mom, well step mom," I replied trying not to let my anxiety show.

"You lucky bastard, she is hot." At this point I chocked on the draw I was smoking which created much amusement within the group. Unlike school I realised that these guys were not out to pick on me, sure we took the piss out of each other but it was friendly banter.

"You think so?" I asked surprised as the joint started to relax me.

"Fuck off you must know that?" Jeff suddenly realizing that I had no idea what he was on about then he turned to Mo. "What did you think of her?" Mo who was probably the most chilled out guy I had ever met, even before smoking stopped rolling the next joint and looked up.

"No idea, I never met her." Jeff looked exasperated as he looked for support.

"Dale, tell him." This was obviously something they discussed before but it was the first time I had ever heard my mom described in such a way.

"She is very hot."

"You have never knocked one out thinking about her?" Jeff mocked but I detected a true underlying question. "I did on the first night." Again everyone laughed and I couldn't help but join in. Something about Jeff finding Elizabeth so attractive was quite exciting.

"No of course not," I finally managed as the smoke stung my eyes. I could see Jeff shaking his head.

"So what she look like?" Mo asked having completed his roll up.

"Well she is oriental," I started, "about 5ft 2, petite, ordinary I guess."

"Shut the fuck up," Jeff interrupted laughing "you are such a dick. Tell him the truth." I just looked at him blankly. "When she dropped Mark off she was wearing a denim jean skirt which went down to her knee and a pair of leather boots. I could see she was wearing nylons underneath and I just imagined them to be stockings when I wanked off the other night." The lads all laughed as he described what he saw but hung on to every word. Even listening to him I found myself getting aroused, though whether the drugs had any bearing on that I was unsure. I realised what Jeff was saying was right, it seemed to be like a light was switched on in my head. The image he was describing, that which was getting me aroused, was my mom. "...underneath her xxx she had on a silky blouse and I could just make out a lacy blue bra holding up a pair of fantastic tits."

"How old is she?" Dale suddenly asked pulling me away from my incestuous thoughts of my mom.

"Erm...37, I think."

"Fuck me she looks good for it."

That night when I went to bed images of my mom filled my thoughts. Little things I had seen over the years were suddenly very arousing and I rubbed my cock thinking about Elizabeth.

Over the coming weeks things continued in much the same vain. All the lads wanted to fuck my mom, Dale and Mo's sisters and Jeff's aunt including Jeff himself. On the occasions I had alone I started looking at family pictures on my laptop. One of my favourites was when we had gone out to a Halloween party. I had gone dressed as Spock from Star Trek, Dad as a Klingon, which was just a rubbish costume and Mom as an oriental version of Lieutenant Uhura. I had now cut me and dad out of the picture and zoomed in on the picture to just show Liz wearing the shortest red dress with a pair of black leather boots dark nylons underneath. Often I touched myself whilst looking at this picture, imagining cumming deep inside her.

My first trip back home was for a brief visit over a weekend and there was definitely change in the air. All the animosity I had from before was gone and when Liz asked me about how things were going I actually carried on a normal conversation with her. The problem was I was now looking at her in a different light; I would start looking at her arse and cleavage at any opportunity I wanted to kiss her neck, I watched her ruby lips moving as she spoke words I often had to get her to repeat.

After my first term I found myself with four weeks off. I had lots of assignments to do so I was unable to find time in getting a job. Elizabeth however, having no reason to stay at home anymore had a part time job at a travel agency Her uniform was a tight, navy blue skirt, with matching xxx and a white blouse and high heels which showed off her shapely legs. She hated the uniform but I loved it especially as I could usually make out the style of bra she was wearing underneath.

Then one day whilst Dad was at work I was busy studying in my room when Liz came in.

"You know that computer you gave us?" she said getting upset "I can't seem to get it working." When I left for University Dad had bought me a laptop on condition that they could have my old desk top computer. Since I had no use for it I agreed. They had set it up in the corner of their bedroom. When I went to examine it, it quickly became apparent they had some sort of virus on it. I decided to try the 'System Restore' so they never lost too much information.

"I just need to reboot it" I told Liz.

"Do you mind doing it whilst I wash my hair?" she asked. "I have to get ready for work. Just make sure it's all working will you please Mark."

"It should be okay once I reboot it but you will have to log on to be sure."

"Its okay" she said pulling out a little notepad, "my logon and password are here."

Without a second thought she went off to the bathroom.

The computer took several minutes before it had rebooted and I logged in. Everything seemed okay and I was about to turn off the system when a thought occurred. I didn't have long but I clicked on the internet icon and bought up her browsing history. It was mainly shopping websites and I felt a twinge of disappointment. Then I noticed an instant messenger tab had opened up and was prompting me for a password. I quickly made a note of her user name which had automatically appeared before logging off the system as I heard the bathroom door being opened.

Then one night the parents were going out to a company function. Mom had considered cancelling as I would be left home alone, but I insisted they go as I could catch up on my work. Dad was all ready to go wearing a tuxedo whilst cursing at the amount of time it was taking for Liz to get ready. When she appeared she looked stunning wearing a short, black dress, high heels which exaggerated the length of her legs and dark nylons underneath. Her thighs were curvy and yet firm and I wanted nothing more than to run my hands over her legs. I was taken aback, how is it I never could have noticed this woman before? Her breasts stood out as the tightness of the dress hugged her curves. Without a word Dad just hurriedly passed her a xxx. I leant in and gently kissed her cheek. She seemed shock but passed me a warm, shy smile.

"You look stunning," I said almost to myself but she picked up on it.

"Thank you," she said with obvious joy. With that they left the house with instructions on what to do in case of an emergency.

As the door closed I ran upstairs to their room and turned on the computer. I was filled with excitement and my cock was already starting to harden. Having successfully logged on I started going through her files. As before there was nothing of interest until I clicked on shared pictures.

I was about to click off again when I noticed a file amongst all the other family picture files simply marked with an x. I clicked on it and a picture of my mom wearing a summery dress appeared. I had seen her wear that dress a hundred times before. Something about the picture had caught my interest. At first I was unsure why but then I noticed that the picture was taken in this very room and the dress which was buttoned all the way down the front had an unusual amount of buttons opened at the top although nothing to cause excitement was visible. I clicked onto the next picture. This was more or less the same picture except this time enough the top buttons were undone to make visible the top of a white lacy push up bra. Her breast pushed up to revealing ample cleavage. What was also more noticeable was the buttons at the bottom of the dress was also been undone, revealing a pair of white nylons. I clicked again this time gripping my hardened cock. This picture had the bra fully exposed. Her breast which were in a C cup, were revealing a bit of the moon around the nipple and her white nylons were revealed to be stockings. Her tanned thighs contrasted against the white, silky nylon. I clicked again and this time she was lying on the bed in just her white underwear, I sucked in a breath as my hardened member demanded release.

In my urgency to see more I clicked again in the hope that the next picture would reveal even more but I was left slightly disappointed. In the next picture she was once more fully clothed in the outfit she wore tonight, the only difference was in this picture she had curled her hair. Again it was taken in the bedroom she was sat on the bed and upon closer inspection I could just make out her stocking tops. The next took me by surprise as she posed on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open allowing a perfect view of a skimpy pair of black panties and stockings. Another click had her dress around her waist whilst pushing her bra clad breast towards her mouth. Click, this time I shot my load as her tongue was licking her own nipple. Her tits were seemingly large against her small frame yet perfect in form. The nipples were obviously hard and I imagined how aroused she was when she was having these pictures taken.

I went into the bathroom to clean up. Then I went into my room and grabbed a memory stick and copied the files onto it. Before shutting down I decided to click again. This time was a picture I was all too familiar with as she was dressed in her Star Trek uniform. This must have been at the end of the night as you could tell she was looking a little drunk. The next picture she was lying on her back, looking directly at the camera. She had her skirt pushed up and her fingers inside her nylons and inside her panties. The next was another of her in the same pose with her face slightly contorted and the next the same again. I realised that Dad must have used a load of pictures as he watched her play with herself. Already I was hard again but soon the photos had run out returning to the beginning of the show. I considered watching them again but looking down I saw her messenger account had reappeared.


By chance I entered the same password as her main login, it worked. A list of names appeared, some I recognised, others I didn't, though I noticed a high number of men's names. Before long a message appeared

? HEY SEXY I THOUGHT YOU WERE OUT TONIGHT.

I paused, unsure what to do next. Fuck it.

? NOT FEELING GREAT SO LET HUBBY GO ALONE.

? HIS LOSS, I BET YOU WOULD HAVE LOOKED SEXY.

I wondered where this was going so I took a punt.

? I STILL DO LOL

? WHY WHAT R U WEARING?

This was strangely erotic even though I knew it was another man I was talking too; I knew he was thinking of my mom too. Not to disappoint I went on to describe the outfit Mom was wearing before she went out

? SHIT THAT IS SO HOT, I WOULD LUV TO FUCK YOU

? IN YOUR DREAMS

? HAHA WELL YOU SHOULD GET A WEBCAM JUST SO I CAN SEE YOU

? I WILL THINK ABOUT IT

? I HOPE U DO

? GTG CHAT SOON.

With that I changed my visibility status to hidden.

I uploaded the pictures to my laptop and I decided to add Elizabeth's IM to my own list of IM friends. My own IM was just a nickname so she would never know it was me though I had to accept myself using her IM first so unless she memorized all her friends name she would never notice the latest addition in her list of contacts.

I lay in bed after revisiting the pictures I had added. I must have wanked myself on three occasions already thinking about her and I was still horny. At around 2am they arrived back and although wide awake I just lay there still stroking my semi erection. They were arguing although at first I could not make out what it was over. Their voices became more raised when I heard Liz tell my farther to be quiet so they did not wake me. I heard her climbing the stairs and my door opened. I just lay there hoping I would fool them into thinking I was asleep. It appeared to work. I then heard my father walking up the stairs saying something about

"...well they were only looking."

"Looking?" I could hear the anger in Liz's voice, "he grabbed my arse". My cock grew erect.

"I can't blame him, it's a great arse."

"It's not funny Tim, I am supposed to be your wife."

"I know and I love you but all the guys tell me they fantasize over you and after a few drinks they went too far"

"And you don't mind that?"

"You know I like it. Besides you didn't mind when I asked you to flash George your knickers."

"George is harmless," she said having calmed down and in fact she let out a giggle.

"I want to fuck you now," With that laughter as they went into there own room.

When I went back university I found my life was moving forward too. When we went out we would meet girls, which meant finally losing my virginity. She was a nice enough girl called Emma. She was attractive but had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around. We went out for about a fortnight but still remained friends who would occasionally still hook up. I started going to clubs and I also started working part time at a local clothing store, which meant discounted clothing. Yet despite all this I still had sexual thoughts about my mother. Whenever I felt even a little horny I would click on her pictures and imagine cumming all over her face and tits.

My phone calls home became more regular and I spoke less to my Dad and longer to Liz. I think my Dad was relieved that we were all finally getting along.

At my next weekend at home I decided to try and push things forward a bit. Dad was away from home working, so it was just me and Elizabeth at home. She commented on my new look telling me what a handsome man I had developed into. I blushed and although I knew she was been friendly I couldn't help but look into her eyes for any sign that she was interested.

As I was leaving I gave her a package I had picked up from the computer store.

"What's this?" she asked curiously.

"It's just a little thank you for putting up with me. I know I have been a pain in the arse all these years." She laughed and wrapped her arms around me.

"You are daft; me and your farther love you." Those words were like a dagger through my heart. I knew she only saw me as a son.

"I know and hopefully this will mean we can see more of each other." Puzzled she looked down into the bag and removed the webcam. "This way we can talk when I'm away and see each other too. I have one built into the laptop. You can also use it to see Dad when he is away and even your family if they have a camera too." She looked down at the gift and started to cry.

"Thank you so much Mark, promise me you will keep in regular touch."

"I will."

Back at university life continued to get more enjoyable. I had somehow gone from a complete geek to one of the in crowd. People wanted to hang out with Me, Mo, Jeff and Dale and we basked in the attention. Women were no longer an issue but one woman remained special in my thoughts.

One of the first things I did when I got back was, using a Skype account I contacted Elizabeth and my Dad to ensure they knew how the camera worked. We chatted most days for 5 minutes here and 10 minutes there. Often I would play with myself having spoken to my mom, with her image fresh in my mind.

Then one night just before I went out I saw that Liz was online and contacted her. She looked upset. It turned out that Dad was away again and she was just fed up at home and she missed my company. My heart went out to her and I nearly told her how I truly felt before a realization that she was just behaving as would any other parent. Then Jeff came barging into my room and waved a hello to my mom unaware of how emotional she was. As far as he was concerned the party had started and he told me to hurry up and get my arse in gear. Despite being so obviously upset Elizabeth told me I should go and to ignore the emotional old woman she was. I yearned to stay but with the lads was getting boisterous in the hallway and I knew this was not the time or the place.

The night was good but with the state Liz was in playing on my mind I found myself on a bit of a downer. The lads were all pumped up on the dance floor with a group of women nearby, they were more than happy so I made my excuses and headed off back to the Halls. I got a taxi with my head still full of thoughts about Liz. Despite her emotional state I could not help but get aroused thinking about her. I finally got into my room a little after 1 am. Immediately upon getting into my room I logged into the laptop intending to view the pictures of my mom once more. As I started pumping my already, rock hard cock my IM window appeared. Hoping to find one of the numerous, like minded women, I had now compiled on my friends list, I logged on.

As I looked down the list of names one stood out which at first I didn't recognise until I realised it belonged to my mom. This was the first time I had ever seen her name appear and I was amazed she was on so late. I decided this was my opportunity.

? HEY HOW R U, HOPE EVERYTHING IS OK.

I waited a few moments for a reply but got nothing. Unsure as to what I should do next I typed another message

? U R ON LATE, SHOULDNT U B IN BED.

Still nothing. I was still extremely horny so I started to search out other online women on my list when I was alerted to an incoming message

? WHO R U?????

? SORRY WE CHATTED B4 DONT U REMEMBER.

I knew this could be the moment it all fell apart

? SORRY NOT REALLY BUT I HAVE NOT BEEN ON HERE FOR A WHILE

? IT'S OK. HOW R U?

It looked like I was going to get away with it.

? BORED, LOL

? I KNOW THE FEELING. WHAT YOU BEEN UP TO?

? NOTHING STUCK AT HOME, DRINKING WINE, LOL U?

? BEEN TO CLUB

? LUCKY YOU, I WOULD LOVE TO GO CLUBBING. IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I WENT OUT.

This was it, I was talking to my mom online and she had no idea who I was.

? I BET YOU LOOK HOT WHEN U DO GO OUT

? LOL.

I decided to push it further

? WHAT DO U WEAR WHEN GOING OUT?

? HAHA U R NOSEY

? YES LOL

? NORMALLY SOMETHING SHORT

? MMMMM I BET THE MEN LOVE THAT.

My cock was visibly twitching and I had to release him in order to prevent cumming too early in this most unique of circumstances.

? I USUALLY GET SOME ATTENTION LOL

? I BET. CAN I ASK WHAT U R WEARING NOW?

There was a pause and I wondered if I had pushed it too far too soon.

? IM WEARING A PAIR OF JEANS AND A VEST TOP

? I BET YOU LOOK SEXY

? I DONT THINK SO

? WISH I COULD SEE U.

Again it went quiet then a question I never expected from her.

? DO U HAV A WEBCAM?

My cock again reacted on its own accord; any touch would set it off. I wondered how I could play it.

? YES DO U?

? YES CAN I SEE YOU?

I stopped to think for a moment. How could I make this happen? I turned off my main light and moved the desk lamp to a position that it emitted only a minimal amount of light in my direction.

? SURE HOLD ON.

It was now or never. I knew there would be a delay before the connection was made in which to see if this plan would work. As my camera connected I could see that the room was very dark and I was barely visible.

? IT'S DARK THERE.

? YES SORRY WIFE IS ASLEEP.

I needed a lie and this was the only one I could think of under the circumstances. I was hoping the lie would not put her off.

? UR MARRIED?

? YES WE DISCUSSED THIS LAST TIME. IS THAT OK?

Now was the moment of truth.

? AH YES SORRY I FORGOT.

It had worked.

? CAN I SEE YOU TOO?

? SURE.

After a few seconds delay another window popped up and in it was my Mom looking gorgeous in her brightly lit bedroom. The vest top she was wearing was quite low cut allowing me to see the top of her breast.

? U R SO SEXY

? THANK YOU BUT DONT LET THE WIFE FIND OUT WHAT U SAID.

As she said it I could see her sheepishly looking and smiling straight at her camera.

? I KNOW WHO I WOULD RATHER BE WITH RIGHT NOW

? HAHA WHO?

? IM SURE YOU KNOW

? NAUGHTY U R MARRIED REMEBER

? SO R U

? HOW DID U KNOW?

She was obviously quite drunk and her face reflected her confusion.

? U TOLD ME LAST TIME

? OH SORRY I CANT REMEMBER.

Again she flashed her beautiful smile. I hated lying to her, she obviously had drunk far too much and I was taking advantage of her confused state but I was too far excited to care.

? WILL U STAND UP PLEASE?

It was time to go for broke

? Y?

She laughed knowing where this was heading.

? I WANT TO SEE YOU LOL

? HOW ABOUT YOUR WIFE?

She gave a naughty wink at the cam

? SEEN HER BEFORE LOL.

With that Liz stood up. Her tight jeans hugged her arse and she gave a twirl. As she went to sit down again she leant forward allowing a great view of her cleavage.

? YOU ARE SO HOT

? YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SAW THEN?

? I AM WELL HARD

? REALLY?

? YES.

At first she laughed it off but after moments contemplation she started typing again. On my screen appeared the words

? PROVE IT.

I could see her daring me in the cam link.

? WHATS IT WORTH?

? HAHA WE WILL SEE

? HOW CAN I TRUST YOU?

? YOU CAN'T BUT IT MUST BE WORTH A CHANCE TO SEE THIS.

With that I saw her run her hands over her curves until resting them on her magnificent breast and pushing them up as if to prove the point.

It was too good an opportunity to turn down. Not wanting her to see I had already been touching myself I stood up and made out I was undoing my jean's belt before lowering my jeans to the floor. On the screen her mirth had ended and unwittingly she licked her lips in anticipation as she moved closer to the screen. With only the lower part of my body now on show I managed to move the laptop slightly towards the light to allow better visibility. My shorts were already bulging and it was clearly visible on screen.

? THAT'S BETTER.

She was obviously pleased that she could see clearer

? HAHA YOU CAN SEE HOW HARD I AM ALREADY.

I bent over to type the message not allowing my face to enter the camera angle.

? I WANT TO SEE MORE.