Message-ID: <20184eli$9902230430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: nathanfost@aol.com (NathanFost) Subject: "Happy Families 2" (Ff mf inc cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990222215240.23067.00002006@ng09.aol.com> "Happy Families 2" By Nathan Foster 2. What's Next? The aftermath of Barbara's experience with her daughter was gentle but significant. They did talk about it but not much, the voice in Barbara's head which had screamed against her during their first encounter soon subsided and it just seemed quite the natural thing to do, a bit of mother daughter bonding. They carried on too. It was only ever a case of Mother fingering her daughter, nothing more, but it became quite regular. For the next month or so, Barbara would go to her daughter's bedroom perhaps every other night, often after Sophie was already asleep, slip her fingers quietly inside her daughter and bring her dozing form to a climax before returning to her snoring husband's side in her own bed. But that was not all that happened. Barbara found she was able to get the vicarious thrill of her daughter's sexual explorations with Darren. It was as if they had suddenly become the most intimate kind of girlfriends. Sophie would talk to her mother about everything she and Darren did together, expressing her reservations, asking her advice and telling her how wonderful things were after the event. "Mum, he want me to swallow his cum. Is that alright? Its not dangerous or anything is it?" "Well do you want to do it?" Her mum had enquired. "You bet I do." Said Sophie with her minxiest smile on, "sounds like a really sexy idea, you know I like sex when its really slippery and messy, I told you about that baby oil idea we had didn't I and that was cool. I'm just not sure if its alright to swallow cum." Babara gave her daughter the information and the very next day was hearing all about how the divine Darren was over the jerking all over the place when Sophie let him cum in her mouth, the taste or it and consistency were all included in the rerport. They had a great deal of these conversations in the month or so that followed their first sexual encounter together. It was also implicitly understood between them that Barbara thought Darren was very good looking and that Darren had been very impressed by what he had seen of Barbara. Both women chose not to think about the implications of that. But night time trips to her daughters bedside and masturbating to the stories that Sophie told her about Darren were not quite enough for Barbara. Although Sophie had grown quite wild at times whilst her mother's fingers were buried deep inside her pubic mound, Sophie never touched her mother there and Barbara always had to relieve herself once she got back to her own bed, trying not to wake up Harry, Sophie's dad in the process. The next development in Barbara's sex life was almost as unplanned as the first but it happened to some degree as a result of the frustration she felt leaving Sophie's room night after night. Barbara looked in on her son one of those nights. It was something she had done on and off for some time, albeit with decreasing regularity as he had gotten older. But still she felt that both he and Sophie were enough her babies still that she had the right to check on them, as she had done every night when they were little, if only to hear the comforting sound of their breathing. Jack was asleep. Soundly. His breathing was slightly laboured but he wasn't quite snoring. The curtains were open and the moon made the inside of his room pale and silvery. Jack was sleeping under one sheet only as it was a hot night and his mother, still horny from the fingering she had just come from with his sister noticed a slight tenting in that one sheet. Jack was a lovely kid. He was fifteen but in some ways much less mature than his little sister. He stood just under 5'9'' which seemed short these days amongst his peers. He had a slim build, not quite skinny but almost and again, in comparison to his peers he was a bit of a weakling. He was shy and quiet and had not yet really come 'out of his shell' as the neighbours often commented to her. His skin was pale because he hardly let it see the sun, preferring instead to spend his time huddled around his computer with friends or hanging around with them at night. It was the difficult age when it was impossible to go into bars and clubs and to be honest, Jack's social skills weren't up to that yet either, he would have scared shitless by a place like that. Barbara opened his bedroom door a touch more and stepped inside. Jack was asleep with his mouth open and his head back. He did not look terribly attractive. But then, his mother had just spent a month fantasizing about his sister's boyfriend who was the same age as Jack. It had to be said though that the age was about where the similarity ended. Darren was not muscular in a beefy way but he was sporty and his body toned and hard. Jack's body was hard too but that was mostly bone. Whilst Darren was well developed, Jack looked like he had some maturing still to do. Staring at her son, drenched in the moonlight, she compared him to Darren and found that Jack looked almost feminine by comparison. He stirred suddenly, making Barbara start, but he did not wake. In the process of turning onto his back Jack pushed the sheet down off of his torso and lay exposed from the waist up. He was her son, she could not help but find him beautiful. She reached out a hand and placed it on his chest. His skin surprised her by being silky in a way she had not expected. His angluar face had been dotted with the occasional spot for a couple of years now but here, down in the warmth over his heart, Jack's skin was as soft as the inside of his sisters thighs. Barbara could feel the same kind of compulsion growing in her, the same kind of excitement as when she had first eased Sophie backwards on the bed. She let her eyes roam over his body, immune somewhat now to the weight of taboo which mighthave pressed upon her a month ago. She followed the arch of his chest and could see the gentle undulation of his ribs under his skin, his stomach fell away in a graceful curve from the bottom of his rib cage and just where his skin started to soften and bloom as it descended into his pubic hair it was covered still by the sheet. Barbara's eyes were still drawn to his crotch though. Not for anything that she could see explicitly but for the hard rod that quite clearly lurked underneath the thin cotton shroud. She took the moment and the opportunity, her experiences with Sophie had taught her that chances should not be missed. Very gently she peeled back the sheet and allowed her son's cock to stand free. Then she sat down beside the bed, her head close to his erect shaft, and although he stirred again he did not wake. It wasn't so much a cock she thought as a prick. More adolescent looking than a cock. It had a foreskin, that much she knew because it had been her decision to keep it for him. The rest of it was a revelation. It had been many years since she had seen her son naked and in those years there had been a lot of changes. His balls were full and rounded and they hung weightily in a low hanging sac of flesh, his prick itself was not long or thick but it had animal look about it, the same kind of animal feeling went with it as with the sight of Darren doing Sophie. It wasn't a big animal kind of thing but more like a scrappy, strong animal, like a dog. That was it. Looking at Darren's cock was like looking at a dog's dick. But bigger than that, Barbara had to give him that. There was a full bush of hair there now as well which hadn't even started to appear the last time Barbara had seen this part of her son. She put a hand on his prick. With two fingers she gently rubbed his foreskin a little way back and forth, then took his prick in her coiled hand. It jerked instantlyand she responded by gripping it more firmly. In one slow movement she moved the foreskin back, skinning and exposing his glans which glistened slightly. He began to wake up. 'The moment of truth she thought.' "Mum?" The half question barely escaped his throat as he woke from some strange dream. "Do you want me to carry on?" She asked very quietly still squeezing gently on his prick. "Mum?" He said again, slightly more clear this time. "Shall I stop?" There was a very very long pause. "What do you think?" He said "I think it looks like you are enjoying it." Barbara could feel the gamble going on here with every nerve end in her body, but it was exciting and it made her wet. "I think…" He paused nervously, "I think you should carry on." The tension in her released suddenly, she lent forwards and took the whole length of his teen prick into her mouth which got the desired reaction. Jack gasped and arched his back, unintentionally pushing his prick deep into her warm mouth. To Barbara her boy's meat tasted really good, not exactly clean, but good. It felt woddy and knotty and full of strength and she savoured the young hardness of it, pushing her tongue every now and again under his foreskin and licking around the sensitive head. She had no idea that Jack would produce so much pre-cum, within a minute of her lips touching his prick she could taste it oozing out of the slit at the top. She remembered what his sister had said about liking sex to be slippery and mucky, she could relate to that now. Barbara soon felt a very tentative hand on the top of her head and with each successive swallowing of his doggy, adolescent prick her hands son got firmer, pushed slightly harder. Jack made a noise, the first real noise since she had taken him in her mouth. It was a kind of a his, then a second or two later she realised it was a word. A word that Jack was trying out and pushing through his clenched teeth. "Sssuck." He said, almost inaudibly at first, then again, "Suck." Much stronger this time. She almost gagged as she lost her stride when she heard her own son, fifteen years old and with his prick buried in her mouth say to her "Suck my cock." He hadn't learnt that one from children's television she thought. "Ah, yeah! Suck my cock." His movements were becoming more purposeful now and it wasn't long before he was bucking his hips into her face, jabbing and fucking with his cock. "Suck my cock, mum. Suck it. Yeah." She wasn't even used to hearing her son swear in front of her but these foul words gurgling up from his aroused throat made her really hot, she could feel juice beginning to run down her the inside of her thighs. Barbara wasn't about to make the same mistake with Jack as she had made with Sophie. She wasn't going to do all this work for no reward. She moved grabbed his wrist and brought his hand over the side of the bed and down between her legs. As soon as he got the idea he went to her cunt. His long, ungainly fingers, grubby and quick-bitten with fingernails dirty and bitten back almost to the bone, jabbed in between her lips. There was no build up, no stimulation from outside, he just jabbed them in. Normally she might have thought how inconsiderate, but of her son she just enjoyed the roughness and inexperience of his touch. Is this his first time she thought to herself? Soon he was roughly shoving two or three fingers in and out of her and the lubrication of all those fantasies made real was enough to keep it from hurting. He was still lying on his back just as he had been when she arrived but now his hand was pressing her mouth firmly around his cock and the force of his thrusting was all-consuming. Of the few men that she had been with in her life she had never known any to weep so much cum before they orgasmed, string after string of the salty-sweet sperm seeped out of his prick and lubricated her throat in an almost continual flow. Each time he shoved his hips up she could just make out on his stomach a thin but strong six-pack of muscle which clenched and bulged in time with their movements. She ran her hand across his stomach and found him slick with a thin film of sweat. She looked up to his face and saw the contorted agony of sexual pleasure, his hair matted into long strands which flicked backwards and forwards across his face and beads of sweat formed in rows across his forehead. She could see that he was close. He had three fingers inside her now, his hand had gone in from the front and now as his body wracked and tensed in quick succession he closed his thumb over the front of her cunt, almost as if trying to press it towards the fingers which were inside, and for the final few spasms he was not so much finger fucking her as tugging at her using her hole as a hand hold. He came, and a whole bucket-load of sperm flooded her mouth, at the same time, Jack spasmed on the bed, the tension in his body made all the greater by their need to be very quiet. He collapsed backwards onto the bed panting, his eyes blinking in disbelief and amazement. His sweat slick body shone in the moonlight and without thinking he ran his hands from his neck to his crotch in one luxurious movement. In doing so he wiped his mother's juices all over his top and added them to the shine. "You OK?" She asked, slightly unsure again now that the urgency was over. "You bet." Said Jack "You don't mind doing that again some time then?" "And the rest!" He said with a wicked smile and then, "but I really have to get to sleep now, I gotta get up early." Barbara smiled to herself 'typical man' she thought as she gathered herself together and went back to bed. Nathan Foster - Writer of erotica - slash fanfiction - spirituality and journalism "Does my sexiness upset you/does it come as a surprise/ that I dance like I got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs" - The Goddess Angelou :-) nathanfost@aol.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----