Message-ID: <27085asstr$972735002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!edrn From: Phantom1@newsguy.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8te47m01193@edrn.newsguy.com> Subject: {ASSM} The Guesthouse Stories PT 1 to 10 . (MM, MF, FF, inc, mild-humil) Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 08:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material wilfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, a law enforcement officer of the United Kingdom, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. ===================================================== Early parts of this story were previously published under the title "Peter Me and Mom parts 1....." but the story has moved on and further parts added, so from now on the title will be changed to "The Guesthouse Stories Parts 1....." The Guesthouse Stories Part 1. I lived in a small mid-west town from my birth until the age of twenty-three when I went travelling in Europe. This story happened to me when I was nineteen. My parents ran a small guesthouse that took in some permanent guests and travelling salesmen. I say my parents ran the guesthouse; in fact my mother ran it whilst my father earned a living as an IT hardware engineer. This job meant that he was often away for a few days at a time. I therefore did my best to lend a hand, tidying and maintaining the place, to help my mother. Let me describe my mother and myself. Mom was and still is a petite, attractive brunette with slightly boyish looks, enhanced by her liking for bobbed hairstyles. She is slim and naturally athletic looking being 5' 4" and with a figure most twenty-year olds would die for. I myself am 5' 11", sandy haired, slim & fit. Nothing special to look at but generally okay, you could say. I considered myself to be heterosexual and had, by the age of nineteen, had a good deal of sex with a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. Generally I am happy with my own company but by no means a loner. I do however have a great interest in all things sexual and have from an early age. I enjoy sex magazines, porn videos and generally fantasising about sex in all its forms. I have never thought of myself as obsessed; I simply have the high sex drive of a regular young man. I suppose if there is anything unusual about me it is that I am a sexual hedonist when it comes to both viewing and fantasising about sex. For me anything goes; hetero, gay, lesbian, bi, consensual, non-consensual, and even bestial. The only exceptions I make are that I'm not into S&M or anything that involves children. Anyway, back to the story of how the arrival of a new guest and subsequent events put all my fantasies into the shade. One Saturday morning Mom told me that a man had phoned to arrange accommodation on a semi-permanent basis. He was coming into town to do some contract work at a local surveyors office and wanted to stay at least three weeks and maybe longer depending how his work went. Mom said that she had told him a room would be ready for him that afternoon. She then told me his name was Peter and that she was going to put him in the attic room and asked that I make sure the room was all in order since it hadn't had a guest in it for the last six months. I checked it out after lunch, opened up the windows to let it air through, fixed a broken bulb and generally gave it a clean through. Mom then made up the bed with fresh linen. Peter arrived around four o'clock after a seven-hour car journey. He was in his late thirties, very slightly overweight but was clean and smart in appearance. However there was something about him, a look in his eye, the way he carried himself, something different but I couldn't put my finger on it. He hadn't even unpacked when he asked if he could bath to freshen up. I must admit that I thought this was a little strange. Most guests at least had a look around the house and yard, grabbed a coffee and chatted a little before settling in and taking baths, but not Peter; he wanted a bath straight away. Mum showed him along the corridor to the bathroom and I followed behind. I could see that Peter was taking a good look at Mom's ass which I have to say looked pretty good in a pair of tight stretch-jeans. Don't get me wrong. I didn't make a habit of looking at my Mom sexually, it's just there was no denying, she had a great arse! Intrigued by the new arrival and knowing he would be in the bath for at least twenty minutes, I decided to take a quick look in his room and maybe sneak a peek in his bag. I didn't make a habit of such things but just occasionally human nature gets the better of us all and on occasion I would take a little look at guests personal belongings. It told more about a person in a few minutes than hours of polite conversation over dinner ever did. I always left things straight and never ever took anything - it wasn't about stealing, just being nosy. I unzipped Peter's bag, which was left on the bed. On top was the usual stuff; a couple of pairs of pants, three shirts, t-shirts, underwear and toiletries. I figured I'd find some porn mags since most of our male guests seemed to arrive with some late-night reading material. Sure enough there were a few mags that looked pretty interesting. At the bottom of his bag were two smaller zip bags. One was obviously a camera bag and when I looked it contained a compact video camera. The other was more intriguing; a small wash-bag. I unzipped this and looked inside. To my utter surprise it contained a strap-on dildo, about ten inches long. What in earth was Peter carrying a strap-on dildo in his bags when everything else about his belongings seemed so ordinary? I re-zipped the dildo bag and checked the clock. I had only been in Peter's room for 3 or 4 minutes; time to take a quick peek at the mags. The first was a regular sex mag, plenty of nice girls, all solo. The second was better. It featured men and women having really good hard sex with plenty of penetration and cum shots. I made a mental note to come back and borrow it one day when Peter was at work. The third and final mag was really different. It featured an older women, maybe late thirties or early forties, and a young guy. The text was a story board to go with the pictures and laid out that the women was the young guy's mom. This was really good with the young guy spying on his mother and then getting it on with her in the kitchen. I had never really fantasised about incest but this story was really getting me hard. I couldn't help thinking of my own Mom and what it might be like to fuck her. I had seen her tits when she was sun bathing from time to time but never anything else. I started to rub my dick through my chinos and felt the dampness of pre-cum in my jockeys. As I rubbed I just knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out for long. I checked the clock again - fifteen minutes gone - Peter would surely be finishing soon and I had to get out of his room. Sod it just look at a few more pages, I thought. I was entranced and on the verge of cumming and I hadn't even got my dick out. I quickly undid my fly, grabbed my dick out of my shorts and, massaging the pre-cum into the head jerked myself. I started to come instantly and buckets just spewed all over my hand. I hadn't even prepared by grabbing a kleenex. In the back of my mind I knew I had to get out quick or be caught. "Found what you're looking for?" I swung round to see Peter entering the room with a towel round his waist and carrying his clothes. I had blown it in more ways than one. I instantly flushed with embarrassment. What the fuck could I say, caught with a fist full of cum in a guest's room and his personal property spread all over the bed. I blurted out "Oh god, sorry... I couldn't help it...I...I " or some such crap. Peter remained unnervingly calm. "Do you always treat your guest's belongings like this?" he said. "No, never....I just took a peek, and..." Peter cut me off and told me to stop mumbling. "You know I am going to have to tell your mother, and then find alternative accommodation, don't you", he said. "No, for god sake don't tell my Mom, It won't ever happen again, I promise, please don't tell Mom", I pleaded. I was still stood with dick in hand and cum dripping onto the floor - utter humiliation. Peter's mood then changed. He suddenly changed from cool to severe. "If you don't want me to tell your Mom then you're going have to make amends and that means doing whatever I say during my stay here. Do you understand?" he demanded. "Sure", I said, "I'll do chores for you, go shopping to the mall, whatever you want". "What I want is not fucking chores doing you little wanker, what I want is much more personal than that, are you still on for the deal or do I tell your Mom?", he said. "I'm on for the deal", I replied. I knew Peter would only be with us for a few weeks and figured anything he might want would be better than my Mom finding out what I had been upto in Peter's room. I went to cover myself and tuck my dick back into by pants. "You can start right now" said Peter. "Leave your dick out and drop your pants and shorts to the floor, Now!" he instructed. What the fuck! I couldn't believe he wanted my to drop my pants and said, "oh come on, I'll do other things, chores errands, you know". "Not good enough, you agreed to the deal, now drop your pant or get out and suffer the consequences", he said. I knew I was lost. I fumbled at my belt and slowly undid it and my pants. They dropped to the floor. "And the shorts", he said. I slowly pulled my shorts down to my ankles and then stood up covering my dick with both hands. I could feel it was beginning to get semi-hard again and didn't want Peter to see that my situation was getting me excited. I could see Peter's dick had started to tent under his towel and realised the situation was getting him hot to. Peter closed the door and removed his towel. His dick sprung up straight. It was a good 8" long and un-cut. Peter wrapped his fist around it and gently pulled his skin back and forth. "If you like to wank in guest's rooms then you can go it again now", he said. "I can't", I said, "I've only just come". "Then you'd better work hard to come again for me, or the deals off", he replied. I placed my hand around my dick and started to wank slowly. My dick was getting hard but the situation was making me nervous and I didn't think I would be able to come. Peter obviously realised this and started to talk to me about the magazine he had caught me with. He asked me if I liked the incest story and whether it made me think of my own mother. Whether I had ever seen her nude and if I ever wanked when thinking about her. I said no, but just Peter saying such things had made me start to think of my Mom as I jerked myself off in front of another man and one that I had only met an hour before. "Come on, you little slut fuck, wank harder, harder, milk yourself for me, I want to see you spray your cum again", Peter said as he continued to wank himself faster. I could feel my own orgasm coming and was no longer trying to cover myself in anyway. I stood proudly in front of him, a total stranger, wanking for all I was worth and thinking of fucking my own mother. Peter obviously realised the effect the magazine had had on me and what I was thinking about. "So you want to fuck your own Mother just like the story do you?", "You want her to suck you and fuck you and take your cum do you", he said. "Yes, oh yes", I said as I started to feel my cum rising. "Oh god I want to fuck my mother and spray her with cum", I shouted as my cum started to spray, burst after burst across the floor. As I subsided Peter approached me and told me to kneel down. My god he didn't want me to suck him did he. No, Peter just stood in front of my face and continued to wank. Coolly and calmly he started come and directed each spurt into my face and hair and across my chest. I realised afterwards that this was designed to add to my humiliation and his dominance of me. As I stood up, Peter looked at me and said, "Don't worry, you will get to fuck your Mother before I leave, but it will be on my terms and in front of me", he said. "I can't, I can't fuck my Mom ever", I said. "Oh believe me, you can and you will when I say so and you won't have to wait too long, now get out of my room, I'll shout for you when I want you again", he said. With that I gathered my clothes and ran quickly down the single flight of stairs to my own room, to get cleaned up and reflect on what had just happened. Did he mean it about Mom? .......................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 2. When Peter arrived home from his work, it was about 4pm. My Mom was in the yard tidying up and I was in the lounge reading. As soon as I heard Peter walk into the hallway, I felt a stirring in my loins. I wondered if he would be requiring me to do anything for him today. In some ways I hoped not, I hoped that yesterday's events would never be mentioned again. Another part of me however wanted him to take things further. Peter opened the lounge door and immediately stopped me wondering. "I'm going to my room to freshen-up, be there in five minutes and don't keep me waiting", he said abruptly. With that he walked out of the room and directly upstairs. I waited a couple of minutes, with butterflies in my stomach and a sense of great excitement. I checked out of the window to ensure Mom was still in the yard and then proceeded up to the top floor of the house where Peter's room was. I knocked the door and waited. "Come in", shouted Peter. I slowly entered the room and firmly shut the door behind me. "Do you want it locked?", I asked. "That's up to you", said Peter, "Do you want others to see us yet?", he added. The `yet' got me worried again. Peter obviously planned at some time that what was currently our secret was going to be made known to others. Did he still have my Mom in mind? I decided to lock the door and having done so asked Peter what he wanted. "Oh, nothing special today" he said, "just a little show from you and then we will talk about your Mother". Peter sat in the single chair in the corner of his room, lit a cigarette and then told me to undress. I asked him what he wanted me to take off and he said that it was to be everything today. I removed my shirt and shoes and then unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. Having done so I stood quietly, hoping he would not demand I remove all my clothes, although he had already said everything should come off. "The shorts aswell" he said. I pulled my shorts to the floor and removed them. My dick was fully erect already and straining with every pumping of my heart. "I see you like our little deal", said Peter. He then stood up removed his own pants and shorts and sat back down in his chair. I could see his dick also fully erect and glistening; he was almost ready to come for god's sake. Peter instructed that this time I lay on the floor to masturbate. I duly laid down a few feet from his chair and started to wank. Slowly at first and then gently speeding up. Peter also started to rub his own cock. "Lift your knees and put a finger in your arse", Peter instructed. I was truly submissive to this man and enjoying every moment of it. I raised my knees to my stomach and inserted my index finger into my arse. "No finger fuck yourself while you wank", he said. Peter himself just continued to wank himself slowly and with great control. As I was becoming frantic with the lust of the situation he seemed to remain so cool and collected. "What are you thinking of?" he said, "Are you thinking of your Mother again?" That's exactly what I was think of, my own dear, gorgeous, petite, sexy, Mom. I was imagining fucking her hard and fast. I was imagining her screams of lust as she begged me to push harder whilst at the same time exclaiming how wrong it was tat her son should be fucking her. I told Peter exactly what I was thinking as I pumped harder and faster. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming", I shouted, as I pumped a huge load of semen into the air and down onto myself. The first spurts hit my face and hair. The rest rained down onto my stomach and chest. I was covered. I started to raise myself from the floor but Peter instructed that I should remain on the floor. As yesterday he approached me and continued his own masturbation. He continued to pump his straining dick and then came in half a dozen long spurts. This time he directed it all at my crotch. My dick and balls were drenched in his spunk whilst the rest of me dribbled with my own. Once again Peter had made no attempt to touch me. "Now stand up and put your clothes back on", he said. "Can I clean up first?", I asked. "No, put your clothes straight on", Peter instructed. I put my shorts, pants and shirt back on over the top of my spunk drenched body. It was slimy and sticky as I stood in front of Peter with the mess coming through in wet patches. Peter remained naked from the waist down and sat back down in his chair. "Now we need to talk about your Mother", he said. "I want to see you fuck her and I know from your lust-full ranting that you want the same". I made no attempt to pretend otherwise, but said, "There's no way I could ever make the move on Mom, what he she didn't want it, the whole thing could be a disastrous mistake". "Don't worry", said Peter, here's what you do. "Does your Mother ever tidy your room?" he asked. "Yeah, everyday as she does the rest of the house", I said. "Does see know you read porn?". "I'm sure she does but as long as I don't leave mags and vids lying around she says nothing about it", I responded as my own spunk dribbled down my face. "Right", he said "take the incest mag I found you wanking over yesterday and make sure you leave it somewhere in your room that she will find it. You have to make sure however that you `strike while the irons hot'. I am taking tomorrow off work so leave the mag for her tomorrow morning and let me know as soon as she finds it." He then said that he wouldn't `require' me anymore today,. I returned to my room with the mag which I spent the evening ready over and over whilst fantasizing about what was to come and masturbating at least three more times before I went to bed. .......................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 3. The next morning I thought about what Peter had instructed me to do with the incest mag. Should I leave it for my Mom to find? What would be the consequences if she genuinely didn't approve of such material. I loved my Mom and didn't want to upset our relationship just to do what Peter instructed. However the possibility that I might get to fuck my Mom was too great an attraction. I decided that I would do as instructed. Once I was up I carefully left the mag under my pillow with just a corner exposed. I knew my Mom would find it but the thought of her reaction made me so nervous as to nearly be sick. Mom usually tidied the house around 10am and did my room last at about 11.00. Just before 11.00, I climbed the last flight of stairs onto the top floor from where I could look down on my bedroom door through the stair rails. From here I could also go to Peters room unnoticed. At just gone 11.00 Mom made her way up the 1st floor stairs and into my room. Once she was inside, I quietly made my way down the small flight of stairs from the 2nd floor and peeked through the door jar into my room. Mom was generally tidying around and then vacuumed the rug. My heart was beating so fast. She then approached my bed and started to straighten the covers. As she did so I saw her catch site of the mag and take it out from under my pillow. At first she just put it on the bed. Did she think it was just another porn mag? Would she simply slide it under by bed where she must have known I kept my other mags? I couldn't believe the tension I felt. Having finished the bed linen Mom picked up the mag. This was it, the moment of truth. Mom sat down on the bed and opened the mag. Oh my god!, I thought, my heart raced. Mom suddenly closed the mag. She had obviously quickly gathered from the text what it depicted - a young man fucking his mother. Was she too shocked? She looked over her shoulder to satisfy herself that she was alone. Just as I thought all was lost, Mom picked the mag back up and started to read. I quickly retreated upstairs to Peter's room and knocked quietly on the door. Peter answered the door and I immediately told him that Mom had taken the bait and was reading the mag as we spoke. "Excellent", he said and led us both quietly back down the stairs to spy on my mother. When we approach my bedroom door we could see that Mom was intently reading the incest mag. As we watched she raised her hand to her blouse and gently unbuttoned it down to her waist. With her left hand she started to caress her nipples through the material of her bra. As she read on she was clearly becoming more and more turned on. Peter nudged me and smiled. We continued to watch as Mom removed her blouse completely and unclipped her bra. She let it fall from her small breasts and place it on the bed. Both her hands were now caressing and pinching her nipples and she lay out stretched on my bed and moaned gently. As Peter and I both became excited by the vision before us, we both got our dicks out and started to masturbate. I could barely keep myself form spurting then and there on the landing. Mom then stood up and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them. She lay back down on my bed and continued to read the mag whilst her left hand went inside her knickers and started to rub her mound. She then turned on her back and, raising her knees, proceeded to slide her knickers off with her moist cunt in full view of Peter and myself. She then pushed two fingers into her cunt and started to frig herself as she turned the pages before her. I started to feel my cum rising. Peter realised and grabbed my arm. He whispered to me that now was the time. He prompted me to go into my room where my own mother was now frantically frigging herself to orgasm on my bed. My lust was at boiling point watching Mom's show as I stuffed my rock hard dick back into my pants and walked boldly in on my Mom. "My God!", my Mom screamed as she realised, that like myself two days before, she had been caught masturbating in someone else's room with no time to hide the fact of what she had been doing. She grabbed the bed linen around her and started to say over and over again how sorry she was and how she hadn't meant to be doing what she was doing. "Oh god, Oh god", she kept repeating. I immediately sat down on the bed next to Mom and apologised for leaving my porn lying around. "No, no", she said, "it was my fault for looking at your private stuff. I just couldn't help myself, it was so sexy", she said. "You found that mag sexy Mom?", I asked. "You liked the boy fucking his own mother did you?". "Oh god, yes", she said, "I couldn't believe it, the thought of something so naughty, so risky just got me so hot so quickly, I couldn't help myself - I'm so sorry". I grabbed the bed lien and started to pull it from my mother. "It needn't be just fantasy Mom", I said as I slowly exposed her hot, naked body. Her pussy was still wet from her frigging and her tiny nipples were fully erect. She was still totally on heat. I dragged the bed line entirely off her and then leaving her fully exposed I stood and removed my clothes. She said nothing as I got naked and stood before her with my dick as ranging hard as it had ever been in my life. Pre-cum was pouring from its head. "We can't do this", she said, "It's so wrong, you're my son!" As she made this vain objection she parted her legs and exposed her pussy to me. It was literally dripping. Forgetting all about Peter I walked to the head of the bed and grabbed the back of Moms head. I thrust me dick towards her mouth and forced her lips open with my cock-head. She obliged and took my full length into her mouth and started to frantically suck. I was so turned on I cam almost instantly gushing my full load into her mouth so quickly that it dribbled from the sides of her mouth and dribbled onto her breasts. Her mouth was so full she was nearly gagging. As I withdrew spunk poured from her mouth onto her stomach and down onto her pussy. I then positioned myself between my Mom's legs and started to suck at her cunt. My tongue went deep into her body and she screamed at me not to stop. She was possessed with lust. As I got instantly hard again I position my dick head on my Mom's pussy lips and started to enter her petite writhing body. I pushed hard into her and started to fuck her. She bucked her hips toward me to meet every thrust and clung onto my back with clenched fingers. It was so quick, so frantic and so dirty. My own mother was reaching orgasm as I emptied my second load of spunk deep inside her body. Just at the moment of mutual orgasm Peter entered the room and my Mom screamed. "What the fuck are you doing here!?". Peter looked at me and said, "I told you your horning bitch Mother would love to be fucked by her son". My mother looked at me and swore, "You knew he was watching, you set this all up you bastard". "I m so sorry Mom", I said, "but I just couldn't resist you. You are so sexy and I had to have you whatever the cost. I needed to fuck you and I think you enjoyed every minute of it". Before Mom could say anything else Peter said, "Stop worrying, no one will ever know about our secret". "Our secret!" shouted Mom. "What the fuck were you doing watching?". Peter's tone changed; "Shut the fuck up women, you fucked your son and I watched the whole thing. So now you belong to me as much as he does. If you don't like that then just say the word and I'll happily tell all to your husband. Otherwise get your precious son to explain the deal to you and I'll see you both tomorrow". With that he turned and left the room. .......................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 4. My Mom and me both sat naked on my bed covered in the sweat of our first fuck together and in utter silence. Peter had made it clear to my Mom that he now considered her part of `the deal' and then simply walked out having watched our entire fuck session. I didn't know where to begin and Mom seemed so shocked by what had just happened, between her and me and with Peter, that she simple sat there. I knew I had to say something. I wanted her to know that I hadn't set her up just to save myself from Peter `spilling the beans' about catching me wanking. I had set her up, yes; but it was because I wanted her so bad, I thought she was the most gorgeous, sexiest women on the planet and the fact that she was my own Mother just added to the lust I felt for her. Sure Peter had driven the situation but I was a willing partner. I started to talk and told her that I loved her and that I didn't mean to do anything to hurt her. I just wanted her so bad and Peter had given me the opportunity. Mom interrupted me, "So what's this deal you have going with Peter, have you done some sort of trade with me?", she said. "No, no", I said, "I wouldn't trade you like some $10 crack whore. It's just Peter saw an opportunity to make it happen". "What opportunity?", she asked, "Why and how the hell is Peter involved in this?" I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about Peter and me. I told my Mom that Peter had caught me in his room going through his stuff and had kinda blackmailed me into subsequent events. Mom said,"If all that happened was Peter catching you going through is bag then why didn't you tell me, sure it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through their personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad. I have to admit that on occasion I have done it myself", she said. Mom clearly knew there was more to it than just my snooping. I decided to tell her everything, from start to finish. For god sake we had just fucked each other, surely she wasn't going to be too concerned that I had been caught wanking over Peter's porn mags. I started to recount the events that had led up to us fucking. Mom made me go into every detail, how I had re-acted, how I had frigged my self on command, how I had twice left Peter's room dripping in spunk, and finally how this had led to Peter and I setting Mom up to find the incest mag and my fucking her. Mom was obviously getting turned on again as I re-countered the story. She asked me what it had been like to masturbate in front of a stranger, what it felt like to have Peter come all over me and to describe in detail my thoughts of fucking her as I had performed for Peter. As I did so right Mom's hand started gently massaging her clit whilst her left hand caressed her breasts and nipples. "Oh god, it's just all so sexy", she said, "Just the thought of what's been going on under my nose". I was getting hard again as I recounted my story. Mom grabbed by cock and pulled up and down on the shaft. "Fuck me son, fuck me again, please", she begged. I lent across and inserted my index finger into her cunt and began to finger fuck her. "How do you want me?", she said. I held her small hips and turned her on her stomach. "Over the side of the bed, doggy", I responded. Mom gently slid of the bed and onto her knees with her shoulders and arms stretched over the bed. I massaged the moisture left from our last fuck over the head of my cock and knelt behind her. Her cunt was moist and dripping my first load down her inner thigh. Her arse hole was beautifully exposed to me. I place my thumb against her arsehole and my dick on her pussy lips. Then I inserted my thumb into her beautiful arse and my cock into her pussy at the same time. Mom bucked at this double penetration, then relaxed and let me enter her slowly and softly. Once my dick was fully in her she told me to fuck her hard and fast. "Hard, fast and dirty is how I always want our sex to be", she said as I started to pump her frantically. "What we've now got together is never going to stop, not even when Peter is a distant memory. I love you fucking me and I want it to continue. Who knows what adventures we may have in the future together and maybe from time to time with our paying guests". I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did Mom want me now, in the heat of the moment, she wanted to make it a regular thing. I hadn't even considered getting other guests involved in the future but Mom's mind was already thinking ahead. I pumped as hard and as fast as I could into my Mom with both my dick and thumb. With my other hand I massaged her little titties. She bucked and swore as she reached orgasm after orgasm. Once again I didn't last long but that was the way Mom seemed to like it. I shouted that I was cumming. "Not inside me!", Mom shouted, "I want you to spray my back and arse with your spunk. Cover me with your juices". I pulled out and wanked the last few strokes to a fantastic orgasm. I couldn't believe how much spunk I was producing. Spurt after spurt covered my Moms back and arse and dripped down between her thighs. Mom rolled over and sat on the floor. "We must do whatever Peter wants of us during his stay with us", she panted, "We can't afford to have him talk to your father and spoil everything", she insisted. As Mom started to get up and gather her clothes I couldn't resist taking a leaf from Peter's book. "Don't get dressed or cleaned up", I said, "I want you to walk out of here and down the corridor to your room just as you are, naked and dripping in spunk". "I can't do that son", she said, "What if any of our other guests were to see me?". "That's the whole point", I said, "The risk of it all, and anyway we only have two other guest at the moment so the chances of being seen are only small. Now go for it Mom and don't run, I want you to walk slowly down the corridor, dripping my cum all the way to your room". Mom did just as instructed and we both then waited in anticipation of Peter's next instructions. Hopefully we would not have to wait too long. .......................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 5. The next morning I went down to breakfast to find Mom in the kitchen making coffee. I immediately asked her if she had seen Peter and whether he had said anything. She said that the only person she had seen that morning was Susan Gray and that she was outside sitting in the early morning sun having some coffee. Susan was in her late twenties and was staying with us for a couple of weeks whilst attending a nursing seminar at a local hospital complex. I kissed Mom quickly and whispered that I hadn't been able to stop thinking about the events of yesterday. At that moment Peter entered the room. He sat down at the kitchen table and Mom and I politely said "Good Morning". We were both a little embarrassed because we didn't know how Peter was going to treat us or whether we should mention the situation. My Mom passed Peter a mug of coffee and then wandered back over to the sink, which had a window in front looking out over the yard. Then Peter spoke, "Has your son explained the `deal'?, he enquired of my mother. Mom sheepishly turned round to face both Peter and I, she glanced at me for approval and then said that I had indeed explained the deal and that under the circumstances she was prepared to go along with it under the condition that Peter said nothing to my Father. "A very wise move.", Peter said, "I'm sure neither you, nor your son will regret it and as an honourable man you have my word that your husband will not get to hear of our agreement". He went onto say, "I suggest we start right now!". "What do you mean right now?, said Mom, "its breakfast time and I still have to tidy round, and Susan Gray is still here, and.....". Peter raised his hand to stop her. "The deal is, as I am sure your son told you, that you do what I want when I want. I don't tolerate excuses or objections. Now I shall ask you once again:- Do you understand and accept the deal?". Mom responded sheepishly that she did and that she would not argue with Peter's instructions again. "Right", said Peter, "then as I said, we shall start right now." He turned to me and told me to fuck my Mother then and there. "What on the kitchen floor?" I asked. "No", he said, "Standing at the kitchen sink. You will fuck her from behind, bent over the sink." "What if Susan comes back into the kitchen?" I said. "That's your risk", Peter said, "Not mine. Now proceed as your are instructed." I walked the few paces to my mother who looked into my eyes and then submissively turned to face out of the kitchen window. I held her shoulders and could feel her trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear, presumably of being seen by Susan. I checked through the window and Susan seemed quite settled in the yard. I figured we had plenty of time and my cock was already straining to be set free from my pants. "Lift your Mother's skirt up around her waist and pull her knickers down to her knees", Peter instructed, "Do not remove them!", he added. I did as instructed. My Mom stood quite still as I exposed her small arse and thighs to Peter's gaze. I gently pushed her forward over the sink, unzipped my fly and pulled out by cock. I looked over to Peter for his approval to proceed. He nodded slightly and I turned back to Mom and slowly pushed my cock head into her pussy. Her knees bent as I entered her but I grabbed her hips and lifted her back up. I then proceed to fuck her slowly and firmly. Mom was really too petite to be fucked over the sink, with each thrust her feet nearly lifted from the floor. This however made my penetration deeper and deeper. It was so good. Mom started to ride my dick, pushing herself back onto me as I thrust into her. She moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me....", over and over as my pumping increased in speed. I could feel my spunk started to build in my balls. Peter could see that I was building to orgasm and suddenly said "Stop!". "Take your dick out, I have a new game for you today." I pulled my cock out as instructed. Mom begged, "Please, not yet, don't stop yet, please...". "Oh, he hasn't finished, don't worry", said Peter. "Spread your arse cheeks", he instructed mom, "I want to see your arsehole, spread them wide.". Mom put her hands behind her and grabbed her pert cheeks, spreading her arse as wide as she could. She was once again possessed by the situation. "Now you will fuck your dear little mom's arse", Peter said. Mom immediately objected that she was too small to take my dick up her arse. "It will never fit, it will hurt, please not my arse, don't fuck my arse...". I gently pushed her forward again. I knew from her reaction that Mom had liked my thumbing her arse during our fuck session the previous day. I would take it easy and gently but she would take my cock, whether or not she thought she could. There was a tub of butter on the kitchen dresser. I reached over and grabbed a handful between my fingers and proceeded to lubricate my dick. "Don't worry Mom", I said, "I'll be gentle, just relax and enjoy it". "What if Susan comes in?", Mom said, "What if she were to she us, what...." "Stop worrying, lets just do it, its so sexy", I said. I proceeded to place my cock against Mom's arse and started to push gently. She was so tight and tense but against the sink she had no where to go. Suddenly my cock sunk in to her arse. She yelped like a little puppy and asked me to go real easy. I gently and slowly pushed further in until my cock was embedded upto the hilt in my Moms little arse. Then I started to pump slowly back and forth. Mom was in ecstasy. She was writhing and moaning, "oh god, oh god, yes, fuck my arse, fuck my little arse, god I love it..." Mom orgasmed within a couple of minutes. Her pussy was dripping with her juices, so much that it was running down her legs and leaving wet patches on the kitchen floor. I started to get near to my own orgasm and shouted out that I was cumming. Once again Peter stopped me. "Stop, take it out again", he instructed. "I can't, I can't", I said, "I'm going to cum". "Take it out now!" Peter shouted, "You will do exactly as I say or the deals off and I `spill the beans'". I reluctantly pulled out again. I was ready to burst, my dick throbbing with excitement. "Now", Peter said calmly, "you will come in your mothers knickers. Pull them open and jack off into them". Mom's knickers were around the tops of her knees as Peter had instructed. I held the top of the knickers and pulled them open to expose the gusset. I then proceed to jack myself. It took no more than three pumps before I started to empty my balls. A huge amount of cum shot and spurted in the open gusset of the knickers. So much so that it started to stain through and leek out of the sides. I pumped every last drop I had into them. I then collapsed back into a chair, exhausted and totally spent. Mom was still moaning from her orgasm. Peter then got up and walked over behind Mom. She raised her head but look so exhausted herself that she didn't seem to care what Peter was going to do. Peter, as usual, had no intention of actually touching Mom. He took his cock out of his pants and also jacked himself into Mom's knickers. By the time he had finished her knickers was overflowing with two huge loads of spunk. Peter then did himself backup and sat down again. "Right, now pull up your knickers", he instructed. "I can't", she replied, "there full of mess, it will get everywhere." I knew Peter would not take no for an answer and so did Mom. She looked at him and totally humiliated slowly pulled her knickers back up. Our spunk dribbled out the gusset and down her thighs. As she got them up you could see the stains appear as the cum spread around her pussy lips and arse. I suddenly noticed that Susan had got up out of her chair, picked up her mug and was walking towards the kitchen door. Mom quickly pulled her skirt back into place and made for the hallway. "Where are you going?", Peter asked. "To get cleaned up and changed before Susan sees me", Mom replied. "No you're not. You will go about your business in the kitchen and offer Susan another coffee", Peter said. At that moment Susan entered the room. Mom asked her if she would like another coffee. Susan said she would and sat down at the kitchen table. Mom started to get her coffee whilst Peter and I watched in silence. We could both see the cum running down her legs and onto the floor. Would Susan see it? Would she ever guess what it was? At one point so much was running down Mom's leg that she had to wipe it with her fingers. She then picked up Susan's coffee and passed it to her at the table. Susan then obviously noticed Mom's legs and was clearly confused as to what the sticky mess on them was. At that very moment she must have got a whiff of spunk and sex from Mom's hand has she took the coffee cup from her. I was watching Susan intently. I noticed the sudden realisation in her mind of what it was on Mom's hand and legs. She said nothing, merely thanks for the coffee. She the said the she would have to rush or be late for work, and then got up and left the kitchen. "That was so embarrassing", said Mom, "She saw the mess, she knew what it was.". "So what.", said Peter, "She didn't seem upset, or shocked. I bet she's in her room right now, imaging how you got cum everywhere and assuming it must have been mine. She would never even consider it was your own son's as well. Now you go and get cleaned up". Mom then left the room. Peter got up and walked to the door. As he left he turned to me and said "How would you like to see Susan fuck your Mom with a strap-on?". "You're kidding", I said. "Then you'll just have to wait and see", he said and walked out of the room. .......................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 6. Two days later Mom and I were sat in the kitchen in the evening, drinking some wine. Peter was upstairs and our other two house guests, Susan and John Jackson, a travelling salesman, were out. Susan at a bar with some of her nursing colleagues and Mr Jackson probably at some nearby strip joint. Mom and I had always thought him a little seedy but he stayed regularly, kept himself to himself, his room tidy and paid on time, so we figured whatever he did in his spare time was his concern. Mom and I were quietly talking about the events of the last few days and, I guess, trying to make sure that each of us was happy with the way things were going. Mom said that she was concerned at how easily she found it to submit herself to Peters will, but at the same time loved being dominated by him during our mutual sex sessions. She said the fact that I was involved made her feel safe and that she liked the way Peter had never actually touched either of us. "But Mom", I said, "What if Peter were to involve anyone else?, Would that spoil things?". I had in mind Peter's comments that he was going to get Susan involved in our little games and wanted to be sure how Mom felt about such things, without being specific. "Oh, I don't know about that, let's just see how it goes shall we?", she said. A few moments latter Peter came into the kitchen sat down and politely asked if he could have some wine with us. Outside of our sexual encounters, Peter was always the perfect gentleman. You would never believe that he could suddenly become so dominant and do such things to us as he had done. Mom poured him a glass and made general conversation. I could see that Peter was waiting for a moment to take things further with us and seemed to be getting Mom in a relaxed mood first. An hour and two bottle of wine latter, Peter bought up the topic of our kitchen session two mornings previously. He asked Mom he she liked my fucking her arse and both he and I filling her knickers with two huge loads of spunk. Mom replied that it had been fantastic and especially exciting with Susan only a few feet away, sat in the yard. Mom mentioning Susan pushed Peter on. "And what about handing Susan her coffee with fresh cum on your hand and dripping down your legs?, he asked, "You knew she realised what it was, didn't you?" "Yes", said Mom, "I knew, she knew and it both frightened me and turned me on at the same time." "Do you like Susan?", Peter asked Mom. "What do you mean `like'?", she replied. "You know exactly what I mean, would you have liked Susan to get involved the other day? What he she had said something afterwards, what would you have done". "I don't know what I would have done, but I think I would have been happy for something to happen", mom said. "Right", said Peter looking directly at Mom, "this is what's going to happen next. I have decided that you and Susan certainly will take things further. You will have a seriously dirty fuck session with Susan and you will do it in front of both your son and me. Any problems with that?" Mom said, "You assume that Susan will want sex with me and even more importantly that she will be prepared to do it in front of strangers and what about my boy? How on earth can I let Susan know that I fuck my own Son! No, no it really won't work, its going too far." "Trust me", Peter replied, "by the time Susan is on the verge of orgasm with you she will accept almost anything and by that time it will be too late anyway, I will have you both on camera. She will have to do as I say. I have already considered a plan. Your son and I will pretend that we are going to shot some pool in town. This will be tomorrow night when Mr Jackson is out. I know Susan will be here because she told me she had some studying to do. Once we leave you will engage Susan in conversation and bring up the events of the other Morning. I shall leave it to you to take it from there. When things are getting going you will turn on the light in my room, which will be the signal for us to come back into the house. Is that all clear?" "Yes, okay", Mom replied, "I will give it a go but it may not work out". Peter seemed annoyed at her attitude. "It will work out. I remind you that you have no choice, so make sure you get it right and that you give us a good show. I'll take over from there. Don't you dare fuck up", he warned. When Peter had wandered back upstairs, mom said she had never been so nervous about anything and didn't know if she could go through with it. "How can I fuck another women let alone tell her about us?", she asked. "Mom", I said, "after what we've got into over the past few days this will be a breeze and like Peter said, once he's trapped Susan on camera she'll agree to the `deal' just like we did. You know how good at this Peter seems to be. Go for it and I'll look out for you, I promise". The next evening during dinner Peter made a point of mentioning that he and I were going into town later. After dinner, Mr Jackson duly went out and Susan excused herself saying she had some work to catch up with and that she would be in her room if anyone phoned for her. Peter turned to mom and told her that it was now up to her to do as told. Mom latter explained to us how she had approached Susan:- She said that Susan had come back downstairs to get some books she had left in the lounge and found mom sitting in am armchair. Mom had deliberately looked glum and worried in the hope that Susan would notice and ask if there was a problem. Sure enough Susan did indeed notice and had sat down on the sofa opposite and said, "Is something bothering you? You don't look to happy." Mom looked as embarrassed and scared as she could act. "I can't get the other morning, in the kitchen, out of my head" she said. "What do you mean?", Susan innocently replied. "I think you know what I mean", mom replied, "It was obvious that you realised something had been going on, I could see by the look on your face. Yet since you have said nothing about it I have been frantic with worry as to what you might do and who you might talk to, even my husband". "Don't worry", said Susan, "Sure I realised as soon as I got that pungent smell from your hand as you passed me coffee that you had been having sex. I had already noticed the mess on your legs and wondered what on earth it might be. Then with the smell of your hand it all clicked! You had just had sex and since only Peter and your son were there it must have been with Peter. You must have cut it close. Your son could easily have caught you. Do you like living dangerously?" "I knew you realised what had happened", mom said, "Forget my son catching me, I nearly got caught by you." "But I was in the yard", Susan said. "I know, I know, but you see, well...we were fucking in the kitchen, over the sink right in front of the window. You could have come it at any time", mom said, carefully leaving out the fact that it was actually me rather than Peter who had been in her up to the hilt of my cock. "You really do like it dangerous, don't you, well I can assure you there is no need to worry about me telling anyone, what you do is your business. I have to say I found it rather sexy when I realised what it was all over your legs and hand. Didn't you even have time to clean?", Susan asked. "No", replied mom, "you very nearly walked in on us. Tell me what would you have done if you had?". "Well I couldn't have done anything, your son must have been somewhere in the house." "But what if he wasn't, what if you had just caught me having sex with Peter? Would you have done anything?" mom asked. Susan was beginning to feel a little sexy at the thought of what she had just missed seeing. "Well, maybe I would have said something or watched or.....who knows! You just can't tell what might happen in a situation like that", Susan said, "Its certainly a sexy thought, I have to say". Mom realised that Susan's thoughts had turned to the events of that morning and that she was imagining the scene of mom being fucked over the kitchen sink. Mom decided to open her legs a little and exposed her knickers to Susan to see if there was a reaction. Susan did notice and then looking at mom she smiled. "You know", said mom, "it crossed my mind what a shame it was you didn't catch us. Now that really would have been sexy." "You think?" said Susan. "Oh yes, you know you are really a very attractive girl Susan, I have thought so ever since you arrived." It was now or never for mom and the plan. She got up and said she was just going to grab a bottle of wine from the Kitchen and asked if Susan would like some. Susan said that she should be studying but on the other hand a quick glass of wine would be nice. Mom headed for the kitchen, grabbed some glasses, the wine from the fridge and then before going back into the lounge she pulled her knickers down and off, throwing them onto the kitchen table. Mom re-entered the lounge, poured two glasses of wine, passed one to Susan and then sat down in front of her again. This time she sat on the edge of the chair and made sure that her pussy was in full view for Susan should she look. Susan smiled, and said jokingly, "What the hell happens in your kitchen?". "What do you mean?" said mom. "Well it seems to me that whenever you go in there you lose your knickers", she said looking directly at my mom's pussy. "Do you like it Susan, do you like to see me exposed, would you have liked to have seen more the other day? I think you would have Susan. I could see it in your face that morning, you were hot as you left the kitchen in such a rush. What did you do Susan? Did you think about it more when you got to your room? Did you get turned on Susan? Did you touch yourself?". Moms frantic questioning was making Susan think of nothing else but her thoughts that morning and the moist pussy that mom was now exposing to her across the room. "I think you'd like to take this further Susan? Wouldn't you Susan?", mom demanded. Susan was sinking into a feeling of lust. "Oh yes, I would", she murmured, "I wanted to see more then in the kitchen and I want to see more now", She said. Mom started to unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a little white cotton bra. Her small breasts were flushed and her little nipples standing out through the material. She took her blouse off and unclipped her bra. Slowly she slid it down her arms and let it drop to the floor. She sat there in just a skirt and looked at Susan. "Still like what you see Susan?", she asked. "I like to be dominant", she lied, "would you like me to be dominant with you Susan?" Susan was light headed with the lust she was feeling as Mom undressed before her. "Oh god yes...yes please... tell me what you want me to do", Susan whispered submissively. "First Susan, remove your jeans and knickers." Mom said. Susan rose to her feet and unbuttoning her jeans slide them and her knickers to the floor. She stepped out of them and remained standing in just a white T-shirt. "Now Susan, kneel on the sofa with your back to me. I want to see you cunt and your arse fully exposed". Susan did as she was asked. "What now?", she said. "Now I want to see you frig yourself Susan. I want to see your hand between you legs with your fingers in your pussy. I want you to rub, hard and fast and I want you to talk to me about what you want me to do to you as you bring yourself off", mom instructed. Susan obeyed and started to rub her pussy with her right hand. She pinched and rubbed her clit and pumped fingers in and out of her cunt which started to drip with juice. "Talk to me Susan, talk to me", said Mom. "Oh god, this is so dirty", said Susan, "I have never done anything in front of a stranger before, I've never been ordered to perform. I've never been with a women before. This is so good, so dirty, I want you to watch me, I want you to see me frigging myself to orgasm, I want you to see me exposed, oh god, oh yes, I'm cumming,..I'm cumming". Susan's pussy started to dribble down her legs as she came in the most wonderful orgasm she could remember. She collapsed face down on the sofa, murmuring. "We haven't finished yet Susan", said Mom. "Wait here". With that Mom left the room and went into the kitchen. She returned quickly carrying something behind her back, which she quickly put at the side of her chair. Susan didn't see what it was. Mom removed her skirt and sat back down entirely naked. "Now Susan, crawl over here to me on your hand and knees". Susan slid of the sofa and crawled as instructed over to mom. "Now lick my pussy Susan, bring me off with your tongue and with your fingers", she said. Susan placed her head between mom's legs and started to lick her clit and pussy for all she was worth. "Be frantic Susan", said Mom, "in this house we like our sex quick and harsh and dirty. Do you understand?" Susan didn't answer, she just worked her tongue harder and faster against mom's pussy lips. Her face was now covered in mom's wetness. "Put some fingers in my pussy Susan", mom said. She moved right to the edge of the chair and added, "and get a finger in my arse, I like my arse being fucked Susan". As Susan did what she was told, mom reached to the side of her chair and picked up what she had got from the kitchen. It was a fat carrot, a good seven inches long. Mom reached over Susan's back and simply stuffed the carrot into her cunt without any warning. She was quite rough but not violent with it. "What the fuck...", exclaimed Susan. "Shut up and keep frigging me, you bitch, go on bring me off, fuck me, fuck me", shouted mom and she pumped the vegetable in and out of Susan's dripping cunt. Mom was reaching her orgasm at the same time as Susan was reaching her second. Both of them came together, pumping and frigging and screaming and dripping with cum. They both collapsed in a heap on the floor. "Fuck that was great!", said Susan. "It doesn't have to finish yet", said mom, "lets go upstairs, there's more I want from you yet". She took Susan's hand and, grabbing their clothes, lead her upstairs into my mom's room. "Wait here", said mom. With that she quickly ran up the single flight of stairs to Peter's room and switched on the light, before returning to Susan. Peter and I, waiting outside, saw mom's signal. We quietly entered the house through the kitchen door and saw mom's knickers on the table. The plan was obviously working........... .......................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 7. Peter and I made our way quietly up to the second floor. We crept along the landing and looked through the crack of the semi-open door into Mom's room. Susan was sat on the bed, still dressed in only a white cotton T-shirt. Mom was sat on the bed, naked and with her pussy towards the door. Peter looked at me and whispered, "Your mom is great. It's all going to plan. This is going to be good.". Susan, sat in the chair, started to rub her pussy and clit and said to my mom, "This is fantastic. I couldn't believe we would get it on together but after the kitchen the other day I have been thinking about nothing else. What would you think, if we waited for Peter to return and see if he wants to fuck you again. I could watch and then maybe we could all fuck together. What do you think?". "Peter doesn't fuck he just watches and controls.", mom blurted out. Hearing this Peter looked quickly at me and whispered, "Fuck, she's blown it!". "What do you mean?", said Susan, "I know he fucked you in the kitchen the other morning. You said." "It wasn't Peter!", mom replied quietly. "It must have been Peter.", said Susan, "Mr Jackson was out. I know, I saw him leave and the only other person in the house was your son." Mom just looked Susan straight in the eye and said nothing. Susan stared back. You could almost hear her mind ticking over! The possibilities suddenly dawned on her. "If it wasn't Peter and it can't have been Mr Jackson then it could only have been your......", Susan broke off in mid sentence. "Your son!", she continued, "my god it was your son wasn't it!?". Mom just remained quiet. "You fucked your own son?" asked Susan loudly. "My god, it was your own son!", she repeated. "Yes, yes.. it was my own son's spunk that your saw down my legs", admitted mom, "and Peter's for god's sake". "Hold on!, just hold on here!", exclaimed Susan, "Are you saying that the other morning when I was in the yard, not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to fuck you over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?" "That's exactly what I'm saying Susan", replied mom. Peter turned to me again and said "Your stupid mother has blown it. Susan knows the whole scene and I haven't got her trapped on camera yet. For fuck sake, she can just walk away now if she wants." Susan was looking worried. "They don't know about us do they?", she asked mom frantically. "I'm sorry Susan", said mom, "yes they know. It was Peter's idea! He figured that you were turned on the other morning and told me to take things further with you. Don't get me wrong though. I wanted to. I wanted to involve you because I thought you were so sexy." I realised that Mom wanted to get it on with Susan and involve her in our games but on honest terms. She didn't want to trick poor Susan into having to do something just because Peter got here on film. She had taken a chance that Susan would be willing and gone with her instinct. Peter and I once again looked at each other. We realised that Susan would either go for it or storm out and then god knows what would happen. It seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke again. The mom said, "So what do you think now Susan? Now know that I have been fucking my own son under Peter's control and now you and I have also fucked together. What do you want now Susan? Do you want in or what?" "What if I don't?", asked Susan. "That's up to you", mom replied, "I just hope and pray that you do or at the very least you can forgive me and not tell anyone what I have told you. It's up to you Susan. It's your own free choice." Susan sat quietly for a few moments and then her hand slowly moved back to her pussy and started to gently rub again. "Where are they now?", she asked, "your son and Peter? Did they really go to play pool or do they know what's going on here?" Peter waited. He clearly knew that this was now out of his control. It was Susan's and only Susan's choice. Susan continued, "As long as I'm safe and you are going to be discreet, then I'm on for this, but how do I know I can trust you? This is serious shit! How did Peter get involved with you and your son? Have you and your son been fucking for long?" "You'll be perfectly safe with us Susan", mom assured her, "we are not likely to spill the beans or else me and my son will be in deep shit, wouldn't we." "I suppose you would, but how is Peter involved in all this?", she persisted. Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the most graphic detail, right from the start. As she did so Peter and I could see that Susan was taking it all in and getting extremely excited as the story was told, as was Mom who had started frigging herself as she gave Susan all the details I decided to make the move. For once Peter seemed a little lost since he wasn't in direct control. I walked directly into mom's room and Peter followed. Mom didn't flinch. She just looked briefly at me and then turned to Susan and continued to masturbate herself openly. Susan was so cool. She didn't cover herself. She didn't jump. She just looked straight at me and said "So you been fucking your mother have you, you naughty boy." Peter, realising that he had to grab control now or never, quickly answered for me, "Yes he has, and now you've also fucked her. I made it all happen and I'm not going to let it stop now. Do you all agree to continue to do as I say?" Susan looked at Peter as much as to say, "why should I do as I'm told by you, a stranger?". Peter addressed her directly and explained that if Mom and I broke our deal to do as he said then he would tell dad and that if Susan wasn't in on the deal then it was off and she would be responsible for the outcome. I figure he was bluffing but mom turned to Susan and begged her to go along with Peter. "Please Susan", she said, "do it for me and my son. I don't want my husband to know of this. It would finish us". Susan looked at my mom, then at me and finally turned to Peter. After what seemed like an age she said, "okay, I'll do as you say, I'll join your little deal but only as long as it involves nothing violent". "Agreed", said Peter. He was now strutting his usual confidence. He knew he was back in control. "Well since we are all here I suggest we go for it right now", he said looking at my mom, "we missed you two getting it on", he said to Mom and Susan, "so you can now put on a show for us. Wait here I have a surprise for you." Peter left the room and dashed up stairs. He returned less than a minute later carrying the strap-on dildo I had seen in his bag on the day he arrived. He held the dildo out and said to Susan, "this dildo has been with me on my travels for the past two years. It has been used by and on over thirty women in similar situations to that, that you are now in. It's clean but well used and will now be further used by you Susan." Peter threw the dildo onto the floor in front of Susan and told her to put it on. Susan bent to the floor to pick it up and we then all watched as she tried to put it on. She clearly didn't have a clue how it clipped on and fumbled with the buckles. Peter's tone changed, "Get it on bitch", he shouted, "It's not fucking difficult." Susan quickly concentrated and got it on. She stood in the middle of the floor, still in her white T-shirt and with the seven inch dildo standing proud and erect from her crutch. "Now what?", she asked. "What the hell do you think?", Peter replied, "You are going to fuck our little landlady here. You are going to fuck her hard and you are going to fuck her in the arse. Do you understand?" Susan looked at mom, seeking approval. Mom had continued masturbating herself throughout the conversation and was wet with lust. "Yes, fuck me Susan, fuck me in the arse with your lovely dildo cock.", she said. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright", she said, "You got me involved in this, you wanted to fuck me, you seduced me, you fucked my cunt with a carrot for god's sake, now its my turn. Now get on your hand and knees. I'm going to fuck your arse so hard you'll beg for mercy". Peter seemed very turned on by Susan's dominant attitude to mom. He dropped his pants and shorts and exposed his erect dick. It was so engorged with lust that it looked bigger than I had ever seen it. He removed the rest of his clothes and stood by the door, rubbing his dick and massaging his pre-cum into the head. "Take your clothes off", he instructed me. "I want to see you wanking yourself as your mother gets-arse fucked by Susan". I did as I was told and Susan just watched as I stripped off and stood next to Peter with my dick in hand. Realising all was ready Susan knelt down behind my mother, who was now looking so small and scared. Her petite body made her look so innocent and fragile as Susan'' dildo cock approached her arse. "Lubricate me, please, lubricate me first", begged mom. "No!", said Susan, "You wanted it, now you can have it hard and rough, just like you like it." Susan grabbed moms shoulders and pushed the dildo against her arse. He simply kept on pushing as mom screamed out that it was too big. Susan told her to shut up and pushed so hard the dildo burst into mom's arse. Mom screamed out, "God, no, please, oh god it hurts, please go slow, go gentle". Susan was possessed. She simply started to pump the dildo in and out of mom's arse so hard and fast. Mom screamed and gasped in lust and the pleasure and the pain ran through her small body. "Go over and wank over your mother", Peter instructed me. I was so hard, I walked over to mom and knelt in front of her. She looked at me with a mixture of lust and pain from the pounding her arse was taking. I didn't give her time to speak. I rammed by cock into her mouth and started fucking her face for all I was worth. Mom was coming and so was I. As she bucked herself against Susan's cock, she started shuddering in orgasm. At the same time I started pumping my cum into her mouth. After three bursts I pulled out and sprayed the remainder of my cum into her face and hair. Susan then pulled the dildo roughly out of mom's arse. Mom gave a final scream and collapsed to the floor, totally spent. Susan ripped the dildo off and started to frantically rub at her pussy lips and clit. She was swearing and shouting in ecstasy as she rolled on the floor, hand fucking herself. Her thighs and hand were covered in her own juices as she stuck a finger of her other hand up her own arse and pumped herself front and back to a moaning orgasm. As the whole scene subsided we all looked at Peter. Did he approve of our `performance'? He was near to cumming himself but still frighteningly in control. Who would he chose? He walked towards me. I expected the usual, that he would spunk all over me. Peter made me kneel but this time he told me to open my mouth. I did so. He stuffed his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face. "Look at your son", he said to my mother, "look at your lovely son being faced fucked by another man. Do you like that, do you?" Mom looked up from the floor, "Oh yes", she said , "fuck him, fuck his face, come all over him Peter, humiliate him, go on spray all over him", she moaned. Peter pumped a few more times and then started to cum. He pulled out and started spraying my face and hair with so much spunk it ran down my face and body. When he finished spurting he wiped his cock in my hair and then wandered back towards the door. "You have all done very well, this evening", he said, "especially you Susan. We would make a good team, you and me". "Thanks", she said, "If I have pleased you, may I ask a favour?". "What is it?", Peter said. "Can I use these two", she said looking dismissivly at me and mom, "Can I make them do what I want when you are not around, Peter?" Peter thought for a moment, "Yes", he said, "When I don't want them then you may instruct them as you see fit under the terms of my deal. If they don't like it tell me and I will deal with it. But remember, when I want you all then I am in charge." He spoke as though my mother and I were irrelevant. "Thank you", said Susan. With that Peter left the room and we heard him go upstairs to his room. Susan turned to my mother and said, "I'm glad you involved me in this little deal of yours. I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here and believe me, if you think Peter has made you take risks, then just wait to see what I have in mind for you both". Susan then also left the room. Mom reached up and hugged me to her. She kissed my lips, still covered in Peter's spunk and said, "where on earth is this going to take us?". "I don't know mom", I said, as I rolled on top of her and sunk my dick deep into her pussy. ....................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 8. The morning after our session with both Peter and Susan I awoke early and went straight down the corridor into Mom's room. Mom was still in bed but awake. "Hi mom", I said, "How you doing today?". "Fine," she replied, "but my arse is really sore from the fucking I got from Susan. I don't know what is worse, the pain or the humiliation of Susan joining forces with Peter to use us as they see fit. This just seems to be getting heavier." "I know," I replied, "but it sure was good last night. I couldn't believe how sexy it was to fuck your mouth as Susan fucked your arse with that strap-on! I was just bursting to cum from the moment I saw you together with Susan." "It was pretty sexy wasn't it.", she said, "I think Susan is a really pretty little thing and I have to say I can't wait to have it with her again". "Please make sure I'm involved Mom," I begged. Mom crawled out of bed. She was naked and so cute as she made her way into the en-suite bathroom to her room. I stood in the doorway between the rooms and watched as she pissed openly into the toilet. "Now that's something I haven't seen before. You look real sexy sat there pissing mom." I said. "I'll keep that in mind for the future," she replied, "I've always been into the idea of water sports myself but your father would have none of it. He thought it was too dirty. Maybe when we have some more private time.....", she trailed off without committing to anything but I knew I would remind her in due course. We both dressed and made our way downstairs. None of our house guests were up yet so mom and I sat quietly in the kitchen and drank some coffee. The events of the passed few days had made us very close. Just being with each other was nice and comfortable. About half past seven the phone rang. Mom grabbed it quick in case its ringing woke Peter, Susan or Mr Jackson. "Hi mom", she said and turned to me and mouthed, "Its your grandmother", the way people do although its obvious you already know who they are speaking to. "How are you, everything okay?", she continued. "Yea sure, tomorrow would be fine. It will be great to see you for a couple of days." Mom continued with small talk for a few minutes and then hung up with a cheery "Good bye, mum!." She turned to me and said that granma wanted to come and visit for a couple of days while her lounge was being re-decorated. She couldn't stand all the mess and thought it a good time to visit mom and me. Grandma was mom's mother. She was in her late fifties having had mom at a fairly young age. She was petite, just like mom, and kept herself in really good shape. Since Grandpa had died a few years ago Grandma started visiting the gym from time to time and even had a personal trainer at one time. I thought she was great with an attitude to life that put people half her age in the shade. She didn't try to act like a twenty-year-old, but wore her age with dignity. I had always thought she was pretty sexy and was sure that the flush in her cheeks was due to an active sex life as much as her healthy living. Mom turned to me and said in a very worried tone, "It will be good to see grandma but what if Peter or Susan let on to her or give the game away in some way?". "Don't worry mom," I said, "Peter in on a project site with his surveying company tomorrow and the next day and is staying over in Plainsville. He told be himself when we were hiding outside last night waiting for your signal. "What about Susan?", Mom repeated. "Susan is bright enough not to say anything. Do you really think she would want to advertise what's been going on? Just relax", I said and poured Mom another coffee. I must admit I did have a few brief fantasy thoughts about Grandma finding out about our little games and joining in but I quickly dismissed these, as just that, fantasy. Around nine-thirty the next day I set of the three or four miles to town to pick Grandma up from the station. As the train pulled out I saw her standing on the platform, 5' 1" of very sexy older lady. I could see where mom got her looks from. "Hi grandma", I shouted as I approached her and kissed on politely on the cheek. We made our way to the lot and climbed in the car having put Granma's single bag in the trunk. "Its really good to see you again Grandma", I said. "Its good to see you too", she said, "your'e looking real healthy and growing into a very big lad aren't you!". I was sure there was a glance at my crotch and a slight grin as she said "...big lad...", but put this down to the fact that I had been permanently on heat since Peter had arrived at the house. We arrived home soon afterwards having made general small talk on the journey through town. I carried Granma's bag indoors as she went on ahead into the kitchen and gave mom a big hug. I sneaked a glance at them embracing and couldn't help but imagine them both naked and hugging. They were almost identical in build and could almost have been sisters. Grandma was settled into her room next to mom's and then said that she wanted to freshen up and grab a coffee after her journey. Mom told her to us the bathroom in mom's room rather than the one used by myself and the guests and said that she would bring a coffee up to her. Having made the coffee mom actually asked if I would take it up so she could get on with some clothes washing that was piling up. I made my way upto mom's room knocked and waited for Grandma to reply. There was no answer so I went into the room and called "Grandma, coffee!". Still no reply but I could her the shower going. I put the coffee down and wandered over to the bathroom connecting door. I felt pretty excited and made a quick check of my crotch to make sure my cock that was semi-hard was not showing too much throw my pants. I peeked into the bathroom and could see Grandma reflected in the bathroom mirror. She had just finished showering, turned of the water and pulled back the shower curtain. Having left her towel on top of the toilet lid she stepped naked out of the shower and took a few steps to the toilet. She was absolutely gorgeous. Just like an older clone of mom. Petite with small titties, tight tummy and a beautiful arse. I remained quiet as she lifted the toilet lid, sat down and started to pee. I was getting really hot and could feel my cock growing rapidly. If I shouted to her again now she would be in a difficult position, naked, peeing and without a towel. I know it was mischievous but couldn't resist. I took a few steps back from the door and then shouted "Grandma, coffee!" and walked briskly into the bathroom knowing what I would walk into. "Oh god!, I'm sorry", I falsely blurted out, as I entered the bathroom and deliberately stood on the corner of Granma's towel that was laying on the floor, which I thought was particularly quick thinking on my part. Grandma shouted some exclamation and lifting herself from the toilet grabbed the towel. As it didn't move she sort of fell backwards onto the floor and in doing so exposed everything she had to me. "Sorry, sorry Grandma, I didn't realise.....", I said as I stepped off the towel and held out my hand to her. As I helped her to her feet she said "Well!". "Well what", I stupidly replied. "What about my towel, you stupid boy", she said, "pass it to me for god's sake." "Sorry", I said once again as I very slowly passed the towel to her. By now I had seen everything and was even more convinced she was one sexy lady. Grandma held the towel up to her front but did not attempt to wrap it round herself. I guess she thought she would expose even more if she did so. "Well", she said again. Again I acted stupid, "Well what". "Well are you going to leave the bathroom or not!?", she said. "Do I need to? I mean after all, I have already seen everything, grandma.", I said. "You really are a cheeky young man aren't you!", she said, "So did you like seeing everything then? From the look of your pants I would say you did you naughty boy." I looked down at my now bulging cock tenting my shorts and pants. "I guess so Grandma", I replied, "you really are very sexy and extremely fit aren't you?" "Thank you," she said politely, "it always nice to receive a compliment from a young man... even one's own grandson. Would you like to see a little more?". "Oh god, yes", I said, "yes please". "Where's your mother?", she said. "She's downstairs doing the washing", I replied. With that Grandma dropped the towel to the floor. She then closed the toilet and sat back down on top of the lid. Spreading her legs a little her pussy was exposed to my gaze where upon she held her pussy lips with each hand and opened herself up wide. I was dumfounded. "Still like my body?" she said. Without waiting for my obvious answer she asked me to take my pants and shorts off while she stuck a finger from each hand into her pussy and gentle pumped them in and out. She panted harder as I dropped my shorts and exposed my dick and balls to her in all their glory. "My, I was right, you really have grown, haven't you", she said, "come over here and let me suck that cock of yours". I walked toward her and stuck my cock between her lips. She started to suck and lick taking my cock right into her mouth up to the hilt. She was obviously a very experienced women and knew how to perform with such ease and grace. I ran my fingers through her hair as I gently held the back of her head onto my cock. I started to fuck her mouth a little harder and faster. I could feel myself cumming. As I started to spurt I tried to pull out. I wanted to spray her, but grandma grabbed by arse and held me in her mouth tight. She sucked and swallowed and I came into her small mouth with a huge amount of spunk. So much that I surprised myself. I had cum so much in the last few days I didn't know where it was all coming from. As I softened Grandma let my dick fall from her mouth and followed it by deliberately dribbling the cum she hadn't swallowed, down onto her tits. "So you wanted to pull out and spray me did you?" she asked bluntly, "Is that what you're into, spraying a women with your spunk? Do you like to see them covered in mess?" "Sorry Grandma", I said, "but yeah, I did want to come on you, do you mind?"" "No I don't mind and perhaps while I'm here you'll have another chance. Now if you like to see women covered in mess what about this sort of mess?", she asked. With that she once again pulled her pussy lips open and proceeded to pee again. This time, sat on the closed toilet lid, her piss simply ran over the top of the toilet, over her thighs and onto the carpet all around. When she finished she returned her fingers to her cunt and started frigging herself. Her pussy was wet with juice and piss and she swermed on the toilet top and brought herself to a shuddering orgasm. "Now there's some mess for you!", she said, "did you like Grandma's little show?" "Oh yes Grandma", I stammered, "that was so dirty." My dick was hard again and I started to wank myself for all I was worth. "Go on, go on", my Grandma urged, "add to my mess. I want to see you come all over the toilet top. Come on boy, milk yourself for me, spurt for me, I want to see your mess". Her dirty talk made me come all the faster. I pumped myself to orgasm and emptied another load of cum onto the toilet top to mix with Granma's piss. "I think we should continue this later", said Grandma, "now clean up the mess we made of your mom's toilet, while I go down and speak to her. She must be wondering where we've got to by now." After Grandma had left the room I looked at the mess we had made and decided that I wouldn't clean it. I would leave it for mom to find. That should be interesting, I thought. In the early afternoon I heard mom calling from upstairs. I went up and into her room. "What is it mom?", I asked. Mom was in her bathroom and called me in. "What the hell is this all over the toilet?", she asked, "It looks like spunk and god knows what else." I was feeling really bold and replied, "It is mom, its my cum and you know what its mixed with all over the toilet top and floor?. It mixed with grandam's piss mom, grandam's piss!". "That's enough", she said, "you seriously expect me to believe you've had sex with your grandma?" "Sure mom", why not I cockily replied. "Because she's your grandma, and my mother!, that's why" she shouted. "Yeah, and if I can fuck my own mother why not grandma? She's a real sexy women, just like you mom and I wanted you both. I've been so sexy since we started fucking", I said. "I know son, I've been on heat as well, but grandma for god's sake. Was she willing?", she asked. "Of course mom, I would never force myself onto a women, She's as hot as you mom. She frigged herself right there on the toilet top and deliberately pissed all over the toilet and floor. She wanted it to be dirty and messy just like you mom." I said. "Did you fuck her?", mom asked. "No but I fucked her face and then I came again to add to her mess. She told me to clean it up but I left it mom, I wanted you to find it. Does it make you sexy to know that I face fucked grandma right here in your bathroom mom?". Mom hugged me to support herself. She was felling shaky with excitement. "Its get me very hot to think of it, son", she said, "I can't believe you've done this right here. My own's mothers juices and piss mixed with my own son's spunk everywhere. You've got to fuck me now son, please now, here, right here." "Okay mom, sit down", I said. "Where", she asked. "In the mess mom!, sit down in my spunk and grandam's piss. I want to see it over your backside and thighs." Mom sat down on the toilet top and moved herself around in the sticky mess. She put her hand in it and spread it across her nipples and massaged it into her cunt. "Now mom kneel down and rest you arms on top of the toilet", I said. Mom knelt and laid her face sideways into the mess that Grandma and I had left. I knelt behind her and quickly entered her cunt. "Make it quick son, fuck me quick and this time please cum inside me, I want to feel you load inside me, please", she said. I started fucking her and covering her back and arse cheeks with the mess that was dribbling off the side of the toilet lid. I fucked her harder than I had ever done so up to now. If she wanted me to come inside her I wanted to make sure it was deep. "I'm cumming, oh god", I shouted as I clung onto mom's hips and pumped a huge load of warm cum deep inside my mom and she gently reached her own quiet orgasm. I then pulled out, rolled sideways and sat on the floor next to mom. "Christ that was incredible", she said, "If Grandma knew what we were doing". "What if she did mom, after all she was prepared to have sex with me!", I asked. "Its bad enough that you and I fuck, but to include grandma as well, together, that would be unbelievable. Do you really think that she would go for it?", mom said. "Do you want to find out mom? Do you want that?", I asked? "I do!, I really think I do son", mom said, "shall we, shall we both fuck Grandma together?" ....................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 9. Later that afternoon I found mom out in the yard. She was brushing some leaves into a pile and putting a couple of chairs away in the storage shed. "You should let me do that mom", I shouted as I approached her. "Yeas, I know, but I wanted some fresh air so thought I would come out into the yard and sort things out., she replied. "How's your grandma?", she continued, "has she said anything to you since this morning?". "No", I replied "but she does keep looking at me in a real lustful way. You know mom, the way you do when I haven't fucked you for a few hours", I said smiling. "Yes, yes, very funny", she said, "but I'm being serious. I wanted to know if Grandma had asked you to have sex with her again." "Why?", I replied, "are you still thinking about the three of us getting it together?". "That's all I've been thinking about all day!", she said, "Ever since Peter arrived I have been thinking of nothing but sex and doing practically nothing but fucking. I can't believe what's going on here but I sure don't want it to stop. Its fantastic, I haven't felt so alive for years. I certainly want to see you an grandma fuck and get involved myself if she will oblige". "Can't you just ask her?", I said naively, "can't you just say that you know what she did with me and that you want it to happen again with all three of us?". "I think we should learn from Peter.", she said, "lets get Grandma doing it again with you and then I can join in. That way she will be totally on heat and much more submissive to the situation. She won't have a chance to be embarrassed." I agreed with mom that this was probably the best approach but warned her that whilst Grandma was prepared to fuck with me she might well feel differently about her own daughter. Mom said that it wouldn't be a problem. She had always known that Grandma led a highly active sex life and suspected that she had probably tried most things at one time or another. I told mom that since there were still a few hours till any of our houseguests would return from work that I would go right back inside now. I told her to give me twenty minutes and then come up to her room. I proceeded indoors and found grandma in the kitchen. "I hope you haven't been a naughty boy.", she said, "I hope you haven't been telling your mom what we got upto!". "As if I would Grandma!", I replied, "but since you brought up the subject how about doing it again?". "When have you got I mind?", she asked. "Now, before any of the house guests get home from work and whilst mom is busy in the yard. We should be safe for at least half an hour", I said. "And I suppose you want to cum all over me this time do you?", she asked with a glint in her eye, "is that what you want, to humiliate your old grandmas, do you? You know, I think you are a very dirty young man but you have the look and cheekiness of your grandfather, so how can I resist you." She took my hand and led me upstairs towards her door. "No, wait, lets go in here again", I said steering her towards mom's room, "then we've got the bathroom as well!". I led her into the room and pushed to door almost closed, but not shut. "Now grandma!", I said, "how about a little show for your favourite grandson?" "Oh no!", she said knowingly, "its seems to me that you're the one who wants it so bad, so you can put on a little show for me and if you're good, if you're very good then I might just reward you." "What do you wan me to do?", I asked. She told me to take off all my clothes. I said that it might be better if I didn't in case we had to make a quick exit, but she insisted that I should be totally naked. I walked to the centre of mom's room and stripped off. Not surprisingly my dick was rock hard as I got undressed. Grandma then told me to go to mom's underwear draw and get out some stockings, a suspender belt and a pair of mom's g-strings panties. "Now put them on for me!", she instructed. "I can't wear this stuff!", I exclaimed, "what I someone catches me?". "If someone catches you having sex with your own grandma do you really thing they are going to give a damn what you're wearing", she said. I had to agree with her logic and proceeded to get dressed in mom's underwear. I was so stiff that my cock would not stay in the g-string, which made grandma laugh a good deal. In the end I just left it out, standing proud and dribbling pre-cum in a long sticky strand as I walked around the room. "That's perfect", she said as she saw me in everything she had selected. "Now I want you to go over to the window that overlooks the yard, stand in front of it and quickly pull back the net curtain". "Moms outside!", I said. "Just do it!", she said and make sure you stand there for at least a few seconds. Just think your own mother may see you, what a risk that would be. Doesn't the thought excite you?", she said. If only she knew how much. I walked over to the window and pulled back the net curtains as instructed. There I was standing in full view of the yard, dressed in mom's stockings and knickers with a raging hard-on in my hand. Mom of course looked straight up, since she obviously knew that I and grandma were up to something. She instantly realised what grandma was making me do and smiled a big smile, gave me the thumbs up and stated to walk toward the house. "Doesn't that feel risky?", said grandma oblivious to the fact that mom had already seen me. "Now turn round and come over here again." I did as I was told. Grandma then told me that I could now fuck her, as I had been so brave. She knelt on mom's bed giving me a glorious view of her cunt and arse. "Fuck me now!", she said, "and fuck me hard and if you last long enough for me to orgasm then you may pull out and spray me with your cum just like you wanted". I climbed behind her, felling unnervingly turned on dressed in my mother's underwear. I grabbed the head of my dick and sunk it quick and deep into grandma's pussy. She was very tight for an old lady but very, very lubricated. I ground my hips into her in a circular motion to get as deep as I could. Grandma put her left hand between her legs and grabbed my balls on each stroke. In between strokes she massaged and tweaked her clit as I hammered in and out of her cunt. I knew by now mom was bound to be watching at the door as her son fucked her own mother. I glanced over my shoulder and sure enough mom was stood in the doorframe with her hand down her knickers rubbing and tugging at her pussy for all she was worth. Her other hand was trying desperately to remove her top and bra as she masturbated to the sight before her. I could feel grandma start to jerk and grip my cock real hard with her pussy muscles. God she was strong for a little lady! "I'm cumming!", she screamed: so loudly that it would undoubtedly got mom running upstairs if she was already watching our little show. "I'm cumming, I' cumming ....", she repeated quietly as her orgasm subsided and she feel off her elbows face down on the bed. "Well grandma, I didn't cum yet", I said, "so now I get to spray you right!". She turned her head slightly to me and nodded. I think she was too spent to talk. I glanced over again at mom as I pumped into grandma's pussy a few more times and then withdrew my pulsating cock just as I started to spurt. My first spurt shot across her back and into her short hair. My second was stronger still and went over her shoulder and hit her in the face. The rest I directed over her back and then at her arse hole. She was covered, just how I like it! Mom had by now collapsed in the doorway and was writhing into her own orgasm. No longer able to keep quiet she whimpered as she came which made grandma turn and look quickly at the door. "So", said grandma, "you've been spying have you? Well did you like watching your mother and your son fucking like dogs?". Mom pulled herself to her feet and flopped into the chair. "I sure did mum", she said, "I just knew you were as sexually active as you ever were. You didn't let me down. That was fantastic to watch, so hot. You don't mind me watching do you mom?". "Not if you don't mind me using you son", she replied, and added, "but you know you don't just have to watch. I know I'm your mother but if you don't mind then I don't. Why don't you get out of those clothes. I take it from you attitude that your son's body is not new to you". "No its not!", mom replied, "is that so wrong". "I don't judge people", grandma replied, "what ever you're happy to do as adults is up to you. Now get out of those clothes and join your old mum over here". Mom removed her clothing and lay down next to Grandma. I moved to the chair, still dressed in mom undies and sat down to watch. Grandma hugged mom and kissed her deep. They snogged like teenagers and licked and caressed each other bodies. Slowly they moved into a 69 and I could see as grandma licked deep into mom's pussy and gently bit her clit. They writhed and moaned to orgasm after orgasm as I watched spellbound by their beauty and sexuality. As they finished their sucking they both sat up to look at me. "Come on", I said, "don't leave me out". "What do you want", they both said in unison. I told them I wanted them both to kneel by the edge of the bed. As they did so I had a most beautiful site of both their arses and pussy fully exposed to me and oh so wet with heat. I knelt behind mom and sunk directly into her pussy as I stuck three fingers into grandma and started pumping them both. Every few minutes as either one started to buck I changed over and fucked the other. We were all in a frenzy of excitement as we collectively reached a huge orgasm. Mom won our game of `musical pussy' as my orgasm came whilst firmly embedded in her cunt. It seemed only proper that they should each have a load from me. "Now for the big ending!", said grandma, "lets all go into the bathroom". We all walked into the mom's bathroom. Grandma instructed that mom and I should climb into the bath, which we duly did. "This is something your dear grandfather used to like so much", she said to me and then standing right at the edge of the bath she started to piss all over mom and me. She pissed so much it went everywhere. All over our bodies and all over mom's head. Mom and I were so turned on by grandma's surprise ending to our session that we both wanked each other off as grandma's piss rained down on us. As the situation subsided I looked at myself laying in the bath tub, dressed in mom's knickers and stocking, covered in piss and with two fingers still embedded in my own mother's cunt. Heaven! ....................................................................................... The Guesthouse Stories Part 10. Grandma stayed one further day, which she spent at home with Mom and me. I fucked her twice more and she and mom fucked and sucked and wanked each other at least four times during the day. Everytime my back was turned they would disappear upstairs and fuck again. It was the most incredible day of what was rapidly becoming a fantastic period of my young life. The next day we hoped would be a little more restful and quiet. Since Peter's arrival Mom and I had had practically no time to ourselves and the almost daily sexual adventures were getting pretty tiring. I was therefore quite a relief when Peter phoned to say he would be away one further day on the major development site he was surveying. Great!, we thought, lets just chill out for a whole day! At dinner that evening, Susan kept looking at both Mom and me and smiling in a naughty childlike way. Like she knew a secret that our other guest, Mr Jackson, didn't and was just bursting to tell. When Mr Jackson excused himself from the table and left the room Susan immediately bought up the subject of sex. "God, I've missed being with you two while you grandma visited", she said, "all I've been wanting to do is get it on again. And I guess you two have had to behave whilst she was around, huh?". If only she knew! "Maybe when Peter gets back tomorrow we can all fuck together again. What do you say?", Susan asked. Mom responded, "Oh, I forgot to tell you Susan, Peter is away another day so you'll just have to frig yourself tomorrow." "Oh really, Peter's away another day then is he!", said Susan, "Well in that case I might just invoke his deal. He said I could use you in his absence, didn't he! You heard him didn't you!". "Oh come on Susan, we are both real tired. We thought we would just have a quiet day round the house and yard tomorrow. Why don't you just wait for Peter to get back." Mom said. "No chance!", responded Susan sharply. "I want it again tomorrow and you're two are going to oblige. You wouldn't want to upset Peter would you. I've decided I'll take the day off and we are all going for a picnic tomorrow. You sort out the food and make sure there is plenty of wine, oh and some carrots.", she added looking directly at mom and laughing. "I'll check a map to decide where to go." "I hope you don't expect us to be doing anything in a public place Susan.", said mom. Susan responded instantly, "I told you I would make you take risks, and it starts tomorrow, outdoors! Now lets not talk about it anymore, there is to be no argument." With that Susan changed the subject and simply made polite small talk for the rest of the evening. No further mention of our planned outing was made! The next morning Susan came down for a late breakfast. It was just she, myself and mom in the house. Susan was wearing loose shorts, sandals and a T-shirt. I could clearly see she had no bra on as her little nipples rubbed against her T-shirt. She looked really cool and fresh. Mom had already made the picnic, which was in a hamper on the sideboard and had dressed herself in a flowing cotton summer dress. It was practically see through and exposed a tiny pair of white cotton panties and matching bra. She looked so sweet, like an innocent little girl. "I see you got the food ready," said Susan to mom flicking open the hamper. She rummaged around and pulled out the handful of carrots mom had included, as instructed. "These will be just fine!", she said looking directly at mom and rubbing the carrots up and down like she was wanking a handful of cocks. "This is going to be fun!" Susan continued, "I have decided that we will go out to Woodville Gorge. The river there is lovely for a swim and its fairly private." Woodville Gorge was indeed a beautiful place where the river left the gorge and opened up. The water was shallow and cool. Lightly wooded hills and patches of grassland surrounded the whole area. As Susan had said it was also fairly private; just the occasional adventurous couple camping or the odd forester walking through. If we were going to fuck anywhere outdoors, this was as nice a place as you could find. I have to say that the thought of doing it outside was a real turn on to me. I know most people like the risk of getting caught but for me it was more about being with nature. Doing something as natural as fucking seemed right in the semi-wilderness. I had spoken to mom about it earlier that morning and she seemed very worried about the risk we may get caught. I had told her that even if someone did spot us from a distance they would only think they had got lucky and found someone having some fun. Logically there was no way, anyone would automatically think that we were mother and son. When she considered this she calmed a little but was still very unsure about Susan's plans. We loaded up my 4x4 and made the 45 minute drive to the gorge on almost deserted summer roads. I had driven in the gorge area before with friends so I knew the area fairly well. I made straight for a grass area surrounded by trees and within twenty yards of the river. It was real secluded because the track down to it was rough and only experienced 4x4 drivers and a few hardy walkers ever went that far. I felt sure we would be safe here to play our lovely games. Mom laid out the picnic and opened a bottle of wine while Susan wondered over to the river to take a look. I took the opportunity to check mom was okay about things. She said she was fine and that the seclusion had put her at ease. Susan returned some five minutes latter and we all sat down to an early lunch and a couple of bottles of wine. After we had eaten well, Susan, without saying a word, lay back and slipped her shorts down her legs and kicked them off. She then sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She sat there simply in her sandal and a pair of small pink panties. She leaned back on her elbows, facing mom and I, and started to gently caress her tiny nipples until they stood hard. "This is just lovely", she said with eyes half closed and legs half open. From her small panties you could clearly see that she had little or no pubic hair. Mom obviously also noticed this and asked Susan if she had shaved since our last fucking together. "Sure, do you like it", said Susan, sitting up and pulling the crotch of her knickers to one side exposing her clean-shaven mound to our full view. With her other hand she rubbed her mound and then gave her clit a few rubs before letting her knickers cover her pussy once again. "Now," she said looking at my mom, "why don't you slip out of that dress and let the sun get to you skin a little". She asked but it was as good as an instruction and mom knew it. She knelt up and unbuttoned the half dozen or so small buttons that held her dress closed. She then slipped it from her shoulders and lifted it into a pile next to her on the grass. "I think we'll have that bra of as well, don't you.", said Susan. Mom removed her bra. "That's better", said Susan, "Now we both have nothing more than knickers between ourselves and total outdoor nudity. Does that turn you on?" Mom was clearly turned on by the situation with her nipples as hard as Susan's and a distinct wet patch on the crotch of her panties. For myself, my cock was getting hard and quite uncomfortable in my jeans. "I think we should start with a little masturbation. Would you like that?", Susan Said. She positioned herself sat facing mom and so close their raised knees were inter-twined. "What about me?", I blurted. "You may remove your clothes now if you wish, but you are not to touch yourself. You will sit quietly and watch your mother and I masturbate", replied Susan. I stripped buck naked in a matter of seconds. I couldn't wait to feel the air on my body. My cock was very hard and engorged. The veins stood out as it jerked up and down of its own accord. I went to rub myself but Susan instantly shouted, "No, you will not touch until I say so!". God, I was bursting already. Susan's attention returned to mom as she, with one hand rubbed her own breasts whilst with the other she started to rub mom's pussy through her knickers. Mom followed Susan's lead and mirrored her actions. They sat quiet and softly frigging each other lost in their own little worlds and seemingly oblivious to my presence. As their mutual masturbation progressed it became more physical, they started rubbing harder and pulling and pinching at their own breasts and nipples. Mom yelped as Susan grabbed her clit hard. They both started rocking back and forth and groaning as their orgasms started to build. They moaning turned to talking and the talking got dirtier. "Fuck me, fuck me you little bitch.......frig me, bring me off....... harder you little slut", mom exclaimed as Susan pushed a finger round the side of mom's knickers and into her pussy. "Knickers... get the knickers off", shouted Susan as she rolled away from mom and ripped her knickers quickly off and discarded them. Mom rolled onto her back and raised her knees to her chest as she too pulled her knickers down and off. Both then resumed their face to face position and stuck a handful of fingers into each others cunts. They started to pump each other brutally. It seemed to be a competition to see which could get the other to orgasm first. They were sweating and swearing and finger fucking each other for all they were worth. Then mom stopped talking and started to groan again. Susan was winning as mom drifted into total lust and started to buck her hips onto Susan's fingers. "Come on you bitch...come for me....come on my fingers...let me fuck you, you little whore", Susan shouted as she bought my mom to a shuddering, bucking frantic orgasm. Mom pulled herself of Susan's fingers and flopped backwards onto the grass with small tears in her eyes. Susan now peaking with her own orgasm climbed onto Moms legs and started to rub her cunt up and down mom's thighs. She was now just using mom's body to fuck against and her pussy poured juice over mom's thighs to lubricate her ride. "You bitch...you little bitch.... I'll fuck you good, little girl...." She repeated over and over before arching her back and screaming as her orgasm flooded over her. "That was fucking great", I shouted. They both turned to me as though they had forgotten I was even there. "Oh dear!", said Susan, "we forgot your little boy! And he's been so good sitting there with that great big hardon and not allowed to touch it. Okay, boy", she said in an aggressive tone, "get over here and wank". She handed me a plastic cup and told me to wank into it. I didn't care what the hell she wanted now. I was ready to shot and that was that. Their mutual masturbation had bought me to new heights of excitement and as soon as I touched my cock it erupted into the small beaker. Spurt after spurt filled the beaker to quarter full. Susan grabbed the cup, as though I was totally irrelevant and passed it to mom. "Now drink this down you little slut", she said. Mom put the cup to her open mouth and simply poured its contents down her throat in one go. She swallowed it all and then turned to Susan and said, "Thank you...thank you for allowing me to frig you." Susan was totally in control! Susan was so turned on she didn't even take a break. Since her own orgasm she had simply continued to rub her cunt and as I wiped myself clean with a tissue from the hamper, Susan simply said, "Right now we are all going to fuck, down by the river". We all stood and openly walked the twenty yards to the river bank, all naked and making no attempt to cover ourselves in this beautiful place. As we walked mom held my hand and kissed by hard. I could taste my own cum on her lips and inside her mouth. We got to the rivers edge and sat on the grassy edge with our feet in the water, it was so cool and refreshing. Susan the laid down on the grass and told my mom to get between her legs and start licking. "Suck me good and hard slut", she said, keeping up the aggressive tone she had adopted during their masturbation, "you better get me off or I'll be punishing you. Understand slut!?". Mom crawled over to Susan and immediately lowered her head to Susan cunt and started licking like a puppy; so hard and fast you could hear it squelching. "Now boy, get behind your mother and fuck her. Not in the arse, your mothers arse is mine. This time I want to see you fuck her cunt. Having only cum into the beaker so far, I was good and ready for some proper sex. I quickly got behind mom and lifted her arse up so her knees were right under her. I then positioned my cock against her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down against her clit. Mom just loved that and it made her hips buck like a reflex. Mom broke away from Susan's cunt just long enough to say, "fuck me son, please fuck me, this is so dirty outdoors". I pushed into her cunt and started to fuck mom as she still fingered and licked at Susan's pussy. As usual none of us were going to last long. Mom took one hand and reached over her back and tried to stick a finger in her own arse as I fucked her. I took the hint and, as before at home, I stuck a finger into her arse and fucked both her holes. She screamed and moaned almost as loudly as Susan was crying out obscenities at mom. "Hey you little mother fucker", she shouted at me, "don't you waste your cum on this slut of a mother of yours, I want your cum on my face. Make sure you get round here with a full load, you understand!". I was starting to cum and Susan's filthy talk bought me closer to orgasm. I pulled my cock out of mom and crawled quickly round to Susan's face. I jacked myself a couple of times and started to cum all over her face. After a couple of spurts had hit the target she forced my dick towards mom's head that was still sucking at Susan's pussy. Susan directed the rest of my cum at her own pussy and mom's head. Mom continued to lick at Susan and also licked at my cum now laying on Susan's shaven mound and lower tummy. Once spent, I quickly returned to mom and kneeling behind her started to lick her pussy and arse. As I liked mom she licked Susan. Mom was in ecstasy grabbing at Susan's little titties as she licked her to a raging orgasm. For the second time in an hour we all slumped to the ground with slowly subsiding orgasms. We lay their intertwined for may behalf an hour listening to the water and the sounds of the environment and just holding each other. It was a truly gentle experience. Susan however, was still not satisfied. "Right", she said, "now we will go and finish our picnic". "But we ate nearly all the food", I said, "although we do have some wine left". "But we haven't had the carrots yet", said Susan, looking at us both. "Your mom likes carrots, she used one on me the other day, and now its my turn". With that we made our way back to where our picnic and clothes were and sat down to a few more glasses of wine. Susan then reached into the hamper and pulled out the carrots she had instructed mom to bring. "What do you think I'm going to do with these?", she asked me. "I guess you're going to fuck mom with one of them", I said, "why else would you be so insistent we bought some along?" "Quite right, I am!", replied Susan, "It was your mother that gave me the idea. Did you know she used one on me the other day? Without warning as I frigged her, your dirty little mother stuffed a carrot in my cunt and fucked me with it, so now I'm going to do the same to her." "Sounds fair to me mom", I said. "On your knees over here!", Susan ordered mom. Mom knew what was coming and looked as though she was looking forward to it. She had a slightly glazed look in her eyes as if she was getting carried away by the sheer sexuality of the continuing situation. It was clear the idea of kneeling to order, in the great outdoor, to be fucked with a fat 7" carrot, in the hands of a young bisexual woman mom had only met a few days before, was taking her to yet new highs. Mom knelt with her pussy facing me and lent down on her elbows to expose herself fully. Susan selected the largest carrot and move over to mom. She ran her fingers through mom's bush and spread her pussy lips wide. Then, with the other hand she gently but quickly inserted the carrot just a couple on inches. Mom flexed her back as the carrot went in. Then Susan move away leaving mom kneeling with the vegetable hanging from her pussy. Susan then picked another carrot from the bunch and once again walked over to mom. This time she knelt besides mom and gave her arse a couple of licks. Once lubricated she inserted the second carrot in mom's arse, again just a coupe of inches. Mom looked up and over her shoulder at me. She looked so hot and yet so humiliated with the two carrots just sticking out of her. Susan pushed mom's head back to the ground. Then taken a carrot in each hand and without warning she pushed hard onto both, plunging them into mom simultaneously. Mum screamed with shock as she was double penetrated so quickly and roughly. Susan immediately pulled the carrots back out and plunged them straight back in. She then kept doing this, in and out, harder and faster as mom screamed and yelped with the excitement of her first double fucking. Susan was clearly enjoying the situation and seemed to like mom's discomfort. I kept a close eye on mom to ensure she was okay. I had fucked her enough now to know that she was enjoying herself and was not suffering real pain. "Do you like this bitch", demanded Susan, "do you like to be so humiliated in a public place, do you like your son watching your double fucking, do you slut, do you?" Mom screamed, "yes, yes, fuck my arse, fuck my pussy, oh son, watch your mother being fucked in public, watch me take it......." I started jacking off as mom's juices started pouring down her thighs. This was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I move to grab Susan's hips and quickly spun her round in line with mom's arse. Before she knew what was happening I thrust my cock hard into he arse and shouted, "How do you like an arse fuck? How do you like it?" as I thrust as deep as I could into her arse. Realising she could not get free from my dick impaling her arse Susan started to fuck me back and continued her pumping of mom with the carrots. I spurted the contents of my balls deep into Susan's arse as she screamed to a mutual orgasm with mom. Susan then pulled both carrots from mom's body and taking each in turn sucked them like each was a cock. After this fantastic final fuck we stayed at the gorge for another hour, swimming together, getting some sun and finishing the rest of our wine. Susan asked if we had liked the outdoors experience. Both mom and I said that the added risk of being caught was great and that it just added to the sexual excitement. Susan agreed but felt that, whilst the gorge was lovely, it was a little too secluded. "Next time we have a picnic I'll chose somewhere where we might actually get caught," she said, "that would be real interesting, don't you think?"............................ ...................................................................................... The Phantom likes feedback on his stories; its makes writing/publishing more worth while. So please feel free to e-mail me and let me know what you think - good or bad! 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