Juvenile Sexuality by Jim Stanley Chs. 1-9

Juvenile Sexuality

by

Jim Stanley


Chapter 1

Its Beginnings

"He's a love c***d." These words of my mother to our next-door neighbor
were my first introduction to sexuality. I was nine at the time, just
coming into sexual awareness and I wondered what those words meant. I had
an inkling, but I wasn't sure. I sought out my older next-door neighbor
and asked him the meaning of these words. Red was quick with his
answer. "It means," he said, "that your mother and father had sex at a late
date in their life and you were the result." Thinking about it, my mother
was 48 when I was born and my father, 52. At age nine, my mother was 57
and my father 61.
As I said, my sexual awareness was beginning to manifest itself at
9. This new bit of information piqued my interest even more. I began to
observe my mother and father. I began to listen in the long nights to the
whispers and moans emanating from their bedroom. Once, feeling ill, I
walked into their bedroom and saw my father atop my mother. I was still
able to convince them of my need to sleep with them and, at these times,
snuggled in the middle of their warm bodies, I became aware of the smells
and sensations of warm bodies. I felt the outline of my mother's body
pressed against me. I looked beneath the covers for signs of sexuality,
noting, for example, the outline of my father's cock pressed hard in his
underwear. Sometimes I was rewarded with a view of his cockhead oozing
from the leg portion of his boxer shorts. Once, his boxer shorts were open
and I visited with his hard cock, watching it stand upright, throbbing. My
mother's nightie was another temptation. Often, in the restlessness of
sleep, she would raise her legs, forcing the bottom of the nightie above
her hips, exposing her vagina. I watched intently as her breathing moved
her vaginal walls and exposed the wetness of the inner labia. Once,
startled by a dream, I crawled into their bed on my father's side and
slept. During the night, movement woke me and I lay, hardly breathing,
sensing the movement of my father's hips towards my mother. I was aware
that he had his hard cock in her but could not see the action of its
movement in and out. My stillness paid off. At one point, I heard him
whisper that I was in a deep sleep and that they could proceed with
abandon. I watched him remove his boxer shorts and, she, her nightie. For
a 62 year old, he was physically fit and, from my vantage point, had a 6 to
7 inch cock, well formed and uncut. He rose over her and inserted his cock
into her mouth. The silhouette of his hard, wet cock sliding in and out of
her mouth was plainly evident. Several minutes passed. While he fucked
her mouth with his hard cock, I could see her right index finger probing
her cunt, her legs raised in a V, her toes curled sensuously upward. More
whispers and then they reversed their positions. His head now turned to
her vagina while his cock still fucked her mouth. I could see his tongue
flicker in and out of her cunt while the rest of his body kept its rhythmic
fucking of her mouth. I sensed their passions increasing. His and her
tongue searched each other's assholes and their passions increased, almost
with abandon, ignoring the fact that I was in bed with them. At one point
I heard my mother ask if I were asleep or not. My father's reply was
muffled but I understood him to say, "Don't worry. He's deep asleep. And
even if he isn't, he might learn something from watching us." It satisfied
her and back they went to their lovemaking. I sensed that my father might
even get some enjoyment out of knowing that I was awake and watching.
Their anal lovemaking took over now. He had her kneel on the side of the
bed in a doggie position. He slipped out of bed and stood behind her and
gently tongued her asshole. Her muffled moans increased in volume, giving
way to her passion, neither paying any attention to my presence. Several
minutes passed and he stood upright. I could only see my mother in a
doggie position, her tits swaying before my face, her ass elevated. I
caught a momentary glimpse of Dad's cock as he positioned himself to drive
his hard cock into her asshole. It’s majesty shone clearly, accented by the linear crossing of blue veins along the They moaned in unison at the penetration.
He fucked her this way for several minutes, alternating between deep
strokes with his hard cock and withdrawing and sucking her asshole deeply.
Their passions intensified. He climbed back into the bed. She lay on her
back, her legs upraised. His hard wet cock glistened in the darkness as it
penetrated her wet and hot cunt. She begged him to fuck her. He
accommodated her wishes by driving his shaft deep into her cunt. The
entire bed shook. My head, just one foot from his penetration, watched his
hard cock driving into her wet hot cunt. Her moans came first. "Oh my
God!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard." It was a moan and a whisper.
Then he came. His cock pounded furiously and deeply now. I could see his
face above me, grimacing as if in pain, saliva dripping from his mouth, the
sound of "Jesus, God, I'm cumming." Then a muffled, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
baby," and silence. Their bodies collapsed atop one another. My cock
throughout this viewing was hard and wet and tingling. I heard their
erratic snores and boldly moved my hand toward their union of cock and cunt
and felt the wetness of their lovemaking. I grasped at it, feeling my
father's limp cock still penetrating my mother's cunt. Skimming their love
juices, I applied it to my cock and balls. I began the slow up and down
movement and within seconds, my hot cock spurt its juices high into the
air, soaking my belly, my chest and my face. I tasted my cum. I moved my
hand once more toward my father's and mother's love juices and tasted even
more. That's all I remember. I slept the rest of the night and woke the
next morning to the voice of my mother calling, "Stan, come down for
breakfast."


Chapter 2

Juvenile Sexuality: Its Continuity

I began to notice other things in my parent's behavior. My father, in
particular, expressed sensuality. At least, that is what it seemed to me.
I was in grade school at the time, perhaps 10 or 11 years of age. One day,
for whatever reason, I stayed home from school. My father, too, hadn't
gone to work and my mother was away. It seems she went to the store or
shopping. I remember being occupied with some things in my room.
Suddenly, I was aware of a quiet in the house, a quiet that was strange. I
left my room, came down the steps to the kitchen and sensed that my father
wasn't anywhere to be found. I came to the pantry and noticed the door to
the family room closed. That seemed unusual and I gave it no thought and
opened it. There, before me, sat my 62-year-old father naked, sitting in a
chair facing the door, legs outstretched, muscles taut in his legs,
masturbating. His strong body, the graying hair between his nipples, the
gray on his head, and his 6 or 7-inch cock burned itself into my memory. I
remember a smile from him; I remember my own arousal; I remember closing
the door and returning to my bedroom. I was so excited by this image of my
father masturbating that I lay on the bed and, without touching my cock,
only envisioning the scene, shot a load into my pants. I remember taking
my clothes off, cleaning off and rerunning my recollection of the scene,
this time with my cock in hand. I must have come 8 times that morning.
Another time, summer, I played and worked in the yard. We had a
Victory Garden at the time and my job was to keep the weeds from growing.
My Dad was in the yard, too, weaving some baskets. He had on some shorts
but, otherwise, was barefooted and bare-chested. My mother was somewhere
in the house attending to things of the house. At one point, I caught a
glimpse of my father going into the old chicken house that had been turned
into a shed. It wasn't more than 20 feet from me. He closed the door. I
thought that was odd. Inquisitive, I walked over and opened the door.
There sat my father with his shorts down to his ankles, legs outstretched
once again, his 6 to 7 inch cock hard, his right hand moving rhythmically
up and down his hard cock, his left hand, rubbing his belly and balls.
Once again, I closed the door and returned to the yard and the work at
hand. I stayed but moments and went to my room and masturbated for the
rest of the afternoon. I remember only that my cock was red and sore
afterwards. But the intensity of the image remained for the rest of the
day and remaining days and years of my life. I fell in love with his cock
and body.
Once, when I was about 14, I came home around 11:30 P.M. I used
the back door, entered the pantry and put on the light in the kitchen.
Just off the kitchen was a family room with a sofa. The kitchen light
illuminated the room slightly and I noticed that my father was asleep on
the sofa. I moved closer and, since it was summer, he slept only with his
boxer shorts. My mother was asleep upstairs. A closer look revealed his
boxer shorts opened and his flaccid cock in full view. I was fascinated.
I devoured that scene of almost total nudity, his gray hair on his head,
chest and pubic area. I crept closer and knelt beside him. I drew closer
still savoring the manly smells of his body, his crotch, his legs, his
feet. Since his snoring was continuous, I assumed he was asleep. I
reached out and gently touched his cock and getting no response, I took it
in my hand. Flaccid as it was, it felt warm to the touch. His cock
twitched a little at my touch, but there was still no movement from my
father. So I got still more brazen, wondering what it would feel like if I
could put his cock in my mouth. I bent over him and let my tongue slide
across the glans. The odor of clean sweat teased my senses. I remember
assuming that he jerked off and fell asleep. Emboldened, I took his entire
cockhead into my mouth and gently sucked. With that, he woke. I darted up
the stairs to my room and stayed quiet for about a half an hour. Then, on
the pretext of using the downstairs bathroom, I descended the stairs, went
to the bathroom, looked in on my father to note that he had closed his
boxer shorts and, I assume, pretended sleep. Nothing was ever said about
this episode.
About 6 months later, another situation aroused my curiosity with
my father's body even more. I remember it well. I came home from school
at 3:00 and, as most k**s at this age, I moved quickly to the icebox for a
bite to eat. My mother stood menacingly between the pantry and the
kitchen, which led to the front room. It was an unusual pose, one that I
sensed was filled with tension. Her comment was, "Don't go into the front
room!" It wasn't a comment; it was an order. But as k**s are quick and
nimble, I was by her in a moment and into the front room. There on a sofa
lay my father and my first cousin, another 60 year old who had just lost
his wife, passed out. It was obvious that they had been drinking. Their
heads rested on the wall, their legs outstretched and their pants open with
their cocks lying softly on their inner thighs. Their naked postures
mesmerized me. The gray hairs surrounding my father's cock and balls as
well as the gray surrounding my cousins excited me. I remember, in
particular, my cousin's enormous cock. Flaccid, it looked to be at least 8
inches long. I heard my mother moan. I realized that I had moved too
quickly and that it was an embarrassment for her. I don't remember any
repercussions from this and, it seems, all was forgotten. But what
remained for me was the ever-present infatuation with my father, his body
and his cock. In this latter case, I wondered at what had transpired
between the two, my father and my cousin. I wondered what role my mother
played in it since she had to be aware of what had occurred. My
imagination ran wild from this point on. These scenes would become the raw
material for all my future fantasies of sex, which, to this day, I cherish.


Chapter 3

Juvenile Sexuality: Other Escapades

A week or so later, however, I remember this same first cousin coming to
our house for an afternoon visit. I happened to be home from school that
day. My mind flashed back to that vision of him and my father passed out
on the sofa. I remembered his cock. At rest, it lay at 8 inches. Hard,
it must have been all of 10 inches, fat and round, uncircumcised. I
remembered his body, slight but firm, gray hair on his head and his pubic
area. I remembered, too, that he always seemed to show affection towards
me. His entrance made my mother nervous, as I recall. On the other hand,
there was warmth in her voice. Bernie, as he was called, realized that I
was there and rushed to embrace me. Some pleasantries passed and we sat in
the kitchen discussing the events of the day. My mother suggested that I
run to the store to get some soda, as my father would be home soon. I took
the money and left, promising to return within an hour or so, or at least
before Dad came home. I suspected something else was amiss however. I
left the house by the west door and moved hurriedly to the east side of the
house where I sat under the porch. I let a few minutes pass and crept to
the back of the house and peered through the window of the pantry. I
couldn't believe my eyes. Bernie and my mother had moved from the pantry
into the front room. He had her dress lifted high above her hips, her
slightly paunched stomach and her pubic hairs glistening in the afternoon
sun. His hand probed, moving between her cunt and her tits. It was
evident that she was a willing participant. And I understood why when I
saw Bernie unbuckle his pants and drop them to show a 10" hard cock, fat
and throbbing, pressing against my mother's belly. She dropped to her
knees and took his hard cock deep into her mouth. At the same time, he
took off his shirt, raised her dress over her head, dropped his pants, laid
her on the sofa, legs upraised and drove his hard 10 inch cock deep into
her cunt. I heard only, "This is a lot different from the other day when I
couldn't even get it hard." That comment explained the episode on the
sofa. I assume she was a participant in that episode. I'm not sure how,
but that I left to my imagination. Meanwhile, he fucked her hard. With
her legs wrapped around his hips, he drove his cock deeper into her cunt.
I heard her moan and then scream. It was over in 5 minutes. They
hurriedly dressed and sat at the kitchen table. I ran to the store, got
the soda and returned home, on the way, encountering my Dad, returning from
work. We walked home together and found Bernie and my mother at the table
talking.
My father bathed. Bernie and my mother sat at the kitchen table
sipping a beer. Dinner was prepared and sitting in the oven. By the time
my father had emerged from the bathroom, in shorts, dinner was ready.
Bernie, my father, my mother and I sat down to a dinner of cabbage and
kielbasa. The atmosphere warmed noticeably during the dinner and my father
added to the warmth by opening a bottle of whiskey. An hour or so passed
and the evening transited to a game of pinochle, a game I knew nothing of.
I excused myself and announced that I was going to a movie. Bernie moved
towards me. He put his arm around me affectionately and placed $5 into my
hand. "Have a good time, Stas, and leave some of the women for the rest of
us," was his awkward comment. Everyone laughed and I left. But I didn't
go far. After I reached the corner and dropped out of sight, I cut through
the park, over some fences and returned to our backyard, where I could
observe the game of pinochle. The drinks flowed freely, thanks to my Dad.
A lot of laughing, touching, embracing was in evidence. Since I couldn't
hear the conversation, I had to judge their movements and actions. Bernie
began to fondle my father's crotch. My mother laughed and, with that, he
undid my father's belt and opened his fly. There was more laughter. Then
my mother moved toward my Dad, grasping his limp cock, then Bernie's, and
muttering something that I could not hear. With that, they all stood,
moved up the steps toward the upstairs bedroom.
I moved to the rear of the house, climbed on the kerosene tank and
lifted myself onto the flat roof. I was but feet away from the window of
my parent's bedroom. The light in the house and the darkness outside kept
me invisible. I was able to watch them move into the bedroom. My father
led the way with my mother sandwiched between him and Bernie. Bernie had
his hand up my mother's dress. Once in the bedroom, Bernie began
undressing my father. He sat him on the bed, untied his shoes, removed his
socks and pants and laid him on the bed. He lingered momentarily at my
father's feet, kissing them, taking each of his toes into his mouth. Both
Bernie and my mother undressed quickly. Naked, they proceeded to love him.
My father lay on his back, his legs raised in a V. His cock throbbed as
Bernie sucked. My mother, meanwhile, moved her head between his legs and
drove her hot tongue into his asshole. Her crouched position exposed her
ample breasts and her cunt. Brown and slightly grayed pubic hairs
glistened in the bedroom light, not unnoticed to Bernie. He took time from
my Dad's cock to suck on her nipples and insert his tongue deep into her
cunt. She moved in response to his thrusts and lay on the bed. My father
and Bernie stood above her now, both cocks hard, erect, and dripping with
precum. My father spoke first, "Be my guest." Bernie raised himself over
my mother's cunt and inserted his hard 10"cock. My father's hand guided it
to its font. As Bernie fucked her, my father drove his hard cock into
Bernie's ass. It wasn't long. Bernie began the countdown to a fabulous
cum and screamed his hot load into my mother. My mother then screamed to
my father, "Come on baby, finish it off." My father rose above her and
stabbed his hard dick into her hot cunt, already moistened by Bernie's cum,
and came quickly, shooting his hot load of cum into her hot, wet cunt.
Bernie then turned my father over on his back and sucked him dry, licking
his belly and his balls and his cock. They fell into a heap and slept.
Several hours later, when I returned, they were seated at the table
having another go at pinochle. I pretended innocence and laughed at their
jokes and their levity. My father spoke first. Bernie, you can't go home
tonight. You have to stay here. You'll sleep with Stas. Bernie smiled
and nodded. I pretended innocence and announced that it was time for me to
go to bed. I left the group, climbed the stairs to my bedroom. My parents
had to climb the same stairs and pass through my bedroom to theirs. I was
filled with anticipation over what might happen that night. I undressed,
leaving my boxer shorts on. Downstairs, I could hear continued discussion
and joviality and that, in a sense, lulled me into a torpor. Soon I was
fast asleep. It seemed like hours had passed. I woke and realized that
another body was in bed with me. The early thoughts of the evening came to
me and I realized it was Bernie. He slept and snored and I explored his
naked body, throwing back the covers to observe his nudity. His cock lay
dormant. His gray pubic hairs accentuated that dormancy. I whispered into
his ear: "Bernie, are you awake." There was no response. I lowered my
head over his flaccid, 8" cock and rested. But as I lay there, his cock
grew hard. I sucked gently on the glans and balls and asshole and enjoyed
the muffled responses of love as I sucked his cock and balls. Bernie's 10"
cock responded to the stimulation of my mouth and tongue. I whispered into
his ear once more. He responded this time. "Fuck me, Bernie. Please!" I
pleaded. "Yes, Stas. I wanted to do this all night." He continued,
"First suck my cock and balls a little. Let's not rush into it. We have
all night. Besides, I want to do a little sucking, too. And I want your
hard cock in my ass." I knelt over him and licked his entire body,
beginning with his feet, working my way slowly up his body to his cock,
balls and asshole, then to his nipples, his face and lips and then back to
his throbbing cock. I sucked it deeply, as deep as my small mouth could.
Precum emanated from his hot pisshole and I tasted with glee. His balls
and ass were still flavored with the sweat and passion of his earlier
escapade with my mother and father. I savored the taste and lingered over
the smells of his earlier passion. He was hot and I sensed he was ready to
come. He halted my sucking movements and had me lay on my side. With
that, he stuck his 10" fat cock into my hot ass and began to fuck. It
wasn't an ordinary fuck. He fucked slow, then fast, then slow, then
moderate. The nuances of penetration were fabulous; it compared with
nothing I had ever experienced. He wasn't through with me yet. He asked
me to kneel on the side of the bed, doggie style. He stepped onto the
floor, rammed his hot cock into my hot asshole and fucked me hard and
unmercifully. The deep penetration of his fat cock massaged my prostate to
the point that I could not control my movements. The ecstasy was
otherworldly. I could not contain myself and shot hard into my hand,
tasting and sharing my cum with Bernie. Bernie pulled out in time to shove
his hot cock into my mouth and shoot his hot jism deep into my throat. We
both fell on the bed in an embrace, his cock once more entering my hot
asshole and we slept until morning. When I awoke late the next morning,
Bernie was gone but I could hear his voice downstairs talking to my mother
and father. He was on his way home. I savored last night's loving once
more. My cock grew hard and I grasped it with both hands and fucked my
fist until I shot all over my stomach. I mopped it with several swipes of
my hand and tasted the results of my passion.


Chapter 4

Juvenile Sexuality: The Teens

I was a freshman in high school at the time, about 14. The image of my
father lying on the sofa with his cock exposed, asleep, and my first
attempt at sucking his cock still burned deeply in my memory. At this
point, my father just turned 66. I looked for repeats of that moment
often. One night, I came home early, around 11:00 P.M. Normally, I'd come
in the front door, through the family room that held the sofa he slept on
that first time. It was the noisiest approach I could make, announcing my
coming. This particular night, something told me to walk to the back of
the house and look through the pantry window. From this location, I could
see through the kitchen into the family room. A bathroom light just off
the kitchen threw enough light into the family room to be able to see
dimly. I could make out the figure of my father, naked on the sofa, toying
with his balls and cock. His cock stood at half mast, not quite hard yet.
But he seemed to enjoy his massaging as if working up to something more
gratifying. I thought this might be my chance. Perhaps, being naked as he
was, he was setting the scene for my entrance to see what I might do. My
mother was nowhere in sight and I assume she was upstairs, asleep. To test
my hypothesis, I chose to come in the front door, the noisiest of the
entrances to the house. If he wished to conceal his nakedness, he would
still have the option of putting shorts on or going upstairs. I opened the
door, closed it gently behind me, making sure to create enough sound for
him to hear me coming. I walked normally so he could hear the tread of my
feet. I came into the family room, and, in the dimness of the light, I
could see that he lay still and totally naked, feigning sleep. A snore or
two emanated from his mouth as if to emphasize his sleep posture. I was
beside myself with excitement, anticipating what might happen. To make my
presence even more noticed, I put on the kitchen light. It flooded the
family room obliquely so as to spotlight my father's naked body from the
chest down. Only his head remained in a shadow. I really grew excited
now. His semi-erect cock was in full view and stood majestically. His
hands no longer toyed with his cock and balls but were drawn back over his
forehead, covering his eyes. His legs were spread slightly, allowing me a
good view of his balls and the crack of his asshole. His feet lay at
angles of rest, a picture of a man asleep and at peace. I took my shoes
and socks off in the kitchen. I hesitated a moment but then decided to
take off my pants and shirt so that I wore only my boxer shorts. My cock
was already hard and wet, excited over the prospects at hand. I cleared my
throat a couple of times to afford my Dad another chance to waken and
clothe or whatever. But he gave no inkling of changing his position or
demeanor. I decided to go for it. I tiptoed into the family room, knelt
beside him on the sofa and reached out to touch his cock lightly. There
was no response except for a slight movement of his penis. I continued to
touch his cock lightly and the response became more noticeable. His cock
continued to respond to my touches until it stood erect and hard, all seven
inches. His balls pulsed as his cock throbbed. I took his cock into my
right hand and enjoyed its firmness, noticing, at the same time, the
beginnings of pre-cum juices emanating from his hot pisshole. I dared to
put my tongue on his cockhead and taste the beginnings of his passion.
Still there was no response from my father. I decided to throw caution to
the wind. I positioned myself so as to be able to lick his balls. His
legs moved slightly, but only to open wider, allowing me to put my head in
his crotch and lick his balls and the top of the crack leading to his
asshole. I detected a slight whimper or moan from my father, but nothing
else. I grasped his balls with my right hand and cupped them. My left
hand found the base of his hard cock as my lips found his cockhead. I
began to suck gently, my left hand massaging the base of his cock, my right
hand kneading his balls gently. To my surprise, my father began to
respond. His body moved in synch with the downward thrust of my mouth on
his hot cock. The motion became more vigorous and I suspected he was about
to come. He shot his hot cum deep into my throat, maintaining his fucking
thrusts and moaning openly now. The warm cum spilled into my mouth, in a
sense, startling me since I did not expect so much. He seemed to come and
come with each thrust. I could only swallow that sweet hot cum and gently
rest my head on his crotch. His passion subsided, too. But he continued
with his pretense and eventually snored unabatedly, a signal of his
satisfaction and peace. I decided to withdraw and maintain the pretense.
But by now, my excitement was beyond bounds. My cock throbbed with
excitement and wept openly its joy juices. My shorts were completely
saturated with my precum. Removing my shorts, I sat naked on a reclining
chair to the left of the sofa so that I could view my father's nakedness
and masturbated. It didn't take long. I shot a hot stream of cum onto my
stomach and chest and lay there momentarily enjoying the moment of peace
shared by my father and me. With that, still naked, I went upstairs to my
room and slept soundly the rest of the night. Sometime during the early
morning hours, I heard my father pass through my room to his room and climb
in bed with my mother. But on his pass through my room, I detected a long
pause. My mind pursued the notion of him taking my cock in hand and
bringing me to an orgasm. That thought stimulated my cock to an erection.
And as I lay in my shorts, my cock hard but concealed, I tried to imagine
my father's excitement watching the movements and contours of my body,
especially my hard and throbbing cock.


Chapter 5

Juvenile Sexuality: The Teens and Beyond

The pretense continued with my father. Weeks and months passed and we
continued to have sex under the guise of sleep. Variations in the theme
always occurred. For one, I now began to strip naked. Sometimes, his
right arm dangled off the sofa and I allowed my hard cock to touch the
inner palm of his hand. I let my cock brush his arm and the back his hand.
I sometime massaged his feet with my cock as I knelt over him. One
particular time, I was particularly horny. His throbbing cock stood erect
and tempting to my asshole. Previous to this, I wasn't sure if that kind
of penetration would startle him, or wake him even though I was sure he was
totally cognizant of what was going on. But this time, the horniness got
the best of me. I stood on the sofa, my legs spread-eagled over his lower
body facing him and lowered myself down in a haunch, as a catcher would in
baseball. I greased my hot asshole and his cock with spit and let his
throbbing and hard cock slide into my passion filled hole. Being young, I
was able to ride his cock in this position with ease. My downward thrust
of my asshole was met by the upward thrust of my Dad's waist. The
penetration was deep and intense, my prostate ecstatic over the rhythmic
massage of my Dad's hard, 7-inch cock. He moaned in this encounter and I
sensed his proximate cumming. Then I felt his warm cum spurt into my hot
asshole. That was all I could take and my cock involuntarily shot all over
his chest, some reaching his chin and neck. I lifted my drenched and hot
asshole from his still throbbing cock, knelt over him and licked my cum
from his stomach, chest, chin and cock. He still did not respond. I rose
from the sofa drenched with sweat and passion and went to my room, still
excited over this night's session. I lay in bed, my finger probing my
asshole to taste my Dad's cum and masturbated once more. I wasn't long
before I shot another hot load all over my stomach. I wiped it up with my
hand and ate hungrily. Then I slept. Late the next morning, my father's
hand shook me awake. "Stan, Stan, wake up. I'm taking a walk down to the
bay in about an hour and wondered if you'd like to accompany me." "Yeh,
Dad, sure. I'd love to go and I'll be ready shortly," I replied, at the
same time aware of my hard cock pressing out in my boxer shorts. I could
see his eyes responding to my bulge and he smiled knowingly, turned and
went downstairs. I was up and in the shower in seconds, wondering what the
day would bring.
The bay is the Taritan Bay, which forms a part of New York harbor.
Besides having a beach, there is a long stretch that runs along the
railroad tracks completely isolated from the world. Its isolation is its
charm. There is an area of this expanse that we referred to as "bare ass
beach." All the k**s from town swam here in the nude. When we've walked
here in the past, my father always let me swim with my shorts on. I always
wanted him to come into the water, too, but he never did. This time I
hoped that would change.
Anyway, we got started on our walk to the bay. It took about 1/2
an hour to get there. The tide was beginning to come in but it was still
possible to walk along the beach. When we got to the nude beach area, there
was no one around. My father spoke first, "Would you like to go for a
swim?" I jumped at the chance and asked, "Can I go in with no clothes on?"
He laughed and replied, "Of course!"
I pursued it further. "Would you come in with me, Dad?" I asked.
"I think I will," he answered and began to disrobe along with me.
First, he took off his shoes and socks. His slender feet felt the moist
sand and curled to the touch of the cool dampness. Next, he removed his
shirt. Dad had very fine hair so that it was difficult to notice.
However, a noticeable crop of black, graying hair was in evidence between
his nipples. He had worked hard all his life and his body remained
somewhat trim except for a slight developing stomach that appeared in his
late sixties. He was 66 now. Then he dropped his pants along with his
underwear and neatly folded them and placed them on a high rock in case the
tide came in too far. I stared, embarrassingly, at his flaccid cock,
fringed with gray, his balls swaying with each movement of his body. I
imagined loving that cock and balls. As he bent over to pick up his shoes,
his asshole opened wide for me. It begged me to love it. I was beside
myself with excitement. My cock didn't get hard, but it began to drip and
I was afraid he would notice. This was the first time I had seen my father
totally naked in a standup position. Being outdoors accentuated my
excitement and I felt my cock begin to swell. I turned and headed for the
water, calling out for my father to follow me. Once in the water, I
watched him wade toward me, his slightly swollen 7inch dick swaying in the
breeze, his ball sack hanging low. He took my hand and we waded into the
deeper water, the tide getting higher by the moment. Once we reached a
depth where the water was up to my chest, we stopped and began to doggie
paddle around. I complained about the water being cool and he put his arms
around my waist gently and pressed his body to me and said, "Once your body
adjusts, you'll be fine. Meanwhile, let me hold you close until you do."
My back was to him and I felt his cock press against me. I could feel it
growing as he held me and I, too, began to harden. My cock and balls began
to feel as if they would explode. I had to do something. I freed myself
from his embrace and dove under the water to catch a glimpse of my father's
cock. I remember asking him to open his legs wide so that I could swim
through them. He obliged and, diving, I swam through his legs. His cock
stood straight out as I swam through his legs. I dove again to return from
the backside and made a point of brushing my face against his balls as I
went through. I kept doing this, each time looking for a newer angle of
his hot and hard cock. Then he reciprocated. He asked me to stand still
as he dove through my legs. On the third approach, his head stayed between
my legs and he lifted me onto his shoulders and raised me out of the water.
We waded this way, my hard cock now in full view and pressed against the
back of his head. He couldn't see my cock, but, I'm sure, could feel its
pulsing. My balls felt warm nestled on the nape of his neck. I couldn't
contain my excitement and my cock shot its hot load into the air, most of
it landing on my stomach and some on his head. He must have known that
something had happened and dunked his head once or twice with me still on
his shoulders. I could feel, too, his right arm muscle moving and tensing
beneath the water. As he held me on his shoulders with his left hand, his
right hand provided the relief he needed for his hard cock. I felt his
body shudder as he came, and, looking down, I could see the white strands
of his hot cum rising to the surface around his submerged body. We played
some more and then, lifting me off his shoulders, we returned to the rocks
and beach. By now the tide had reached the rocks and we had to climb onto
them to dress. He took pains to dry me with his underwear, wiping my back
and ass as well as my cock and balls. This was the first time, in my
memory, that I knowingly felt my father's hand gently touching my cock and
balls. I felt a slight twinge at this and worried that my cock would rise
once more. But he stopped his drying and we dressed and proceeded on our
way. I told him how much I enjoyed the swim and we continued to talk and
banter as usual. Our return to home took us in another direction through
the woods.
The walk home through the woods was more exciting than ever this
time. I had come this way many times myself. I had my special isolated
spots where I could take all my clothes off and jerk off and fantasize
without being seen. I wondered at the route my father would take. There
was a hobo camp not too far from where we walked and we headed in that
direction. When we got there, a few hobos camped and my father went up to
one of them. The man offered us a cup of coffee from his tin can coffee
pot and we sat around and talked about where he'd been and where he hoped
to go. A half hour passed, we thanked him for the coffee and continued.
About a 1/2 mile into the woods, my father asked me if I needed to go to
the bathroom. At the moment, I didn't feel a need. He said he had to go.
Nearby was a stagnant stream and my father dropped his pants facing me,
squatted, and waited for something to happen. I watched and took a curious
interest in his urination and defecation. His nicely formed uncut cock
hung between his legs and I thought back to the night before when its hard
7" shot its hot load into my ass. I remember the golden hue of his urine
coming from his pisshole. It got me excited seeing it. From behind, I
could make out a large tird coming out of his asshole. This too excited
me. I then realized why he chose this spot along the stream and saw that
he washed his asshole and cock with the water from the stream. He gave
particular attention to his asshole, inserting his wet fingers, at least
three, into his asshole. He washed long and thoroughly, inserting his
fingers and spreading his asshole as wide as he could. His cock grew
somewhat during this cleansing and I grew excited as well. Before he
finished, I said, "Dad, maybe I should try to go too." His comment was,
"Then by all means come here and do it." I squatted near him and he
watched. First, some piss came out, then, with a little squeezing, a small
tird came out." I said I was finished and he remarked, "Let me show you
how to clean up." I squatted over the stream as he had and I felt him
splash some of the warm water on my asshole and balls. In the same
movement, his hand and fingers gently massaged my asshole. It was a
playful washing and one that I thoroughly enjoyed. Then, gradually, he
inserted his finger then fingers deeper into my asshole and washed. At one
point, his finger probed my prostate and I felt my cock jump. Then he wet
my cock and my cock grew even bigger. He noticed my embarrassment and
said, "You should always keep yourself clean this way. It will not only
make you feel good now but later. Also, Stan, that's a nice penis you have
there." That's all he said. But he dried me with his underwear which he
omitted putting on after our swim. Then we continued on.
The trek through the woods was enjoyable but, at one point, my
father asked if I were tired. "A little," I responded. "Then let's take a
rest beyond those trees," he added.
The trees ran up to an escarpment. At the edge, the land dropped off and
one overlooked a small dale. A grassy plot bordered this edge and it made
a fine place to rest, shaded, secluded, and peaceful.
"Let's take off our shoes and socks and rest our feet for a while," he
suggested. The suggestion was like a dream since I always admired my
father's feet and loved to fondle them. "Let me rub your feet Dad," I
asked. I lay diagonally across his feet so that he could rest them on my
crotch where I could rub them and fondle them. He acquiesced to this
commenting, "That would be nice." He unbuckled his pants around his waist
so that he could breathe easier and closed his eyes as I began rubbing his
feet and calves. I was in ecstasy. The more I fondled his feet and
calves, the harder I got. My cock screamed for release. In the meantime,
my father began to snore. The walk, the swim, and further trekking through
the woods took its toll in this serene setting. On the other hand, I
pondered the possibility of his pretending. And as I continued with my
massage, I moved my hands from his feet, to his calves to his thighs. I
went as far as I could go, remembering that he wore no underwear. I could
just barely reach his cockhead. I concentrated on his feet for a bit. I
licked the soles of his feet, tasting the salinity of the walk and the
saltwater swim. I took each of his toes into my mouth and gently sucked.
I moved my tongue along his calves and back down to his feet and toes. But
since he continued to snore, I grew bolder and opened his fly. His hairy
paunch and cock and balls lay before me now. I slipped from under his feet
and knelt over him, taking his soft cock into my hot mouth. It grew
quickly into its hard 7 inches and I sucked deliriously. I unloosed my
cock from my pants as I did so and continued my deep sucking. I felt my
Dad's balls begin to twitch and tighten and I assumed that he was ready to
cum. I sucked him deep as he shot his hot load into the back of my throat.
I lingered awhile and sucked him dry. My cock, meanwhile, stood hard,
hurting. It demanded attention. I lay next to my Dad, savoring the view
of his cock and balls, and jerked a few times. It didn't take much. I
shot my load high into the air, some of it landing on my father's naked
feet. I licked his feet clean, closed his fly and mine, and continued with
my massage of his feet. Twenty minutes or so passed and he woke. "I must
have fallen asleep. But it sure felt good. The foot massage must have
done it," he commented. He rose and hugged me closely and said, "Thanks.
I love you very much." He had me lay back while he put my shoes and socks
back on, not before he massaged my feet for a good ten minutes or so. Then
we returned home.



Chapter 6

Bernie

My contacts with Bernie were sporadic after our first tryst in my bed.
This was not because either of us didn't want it, but because circumstances
were never favorable. Once, soon after we partied, I stopped at his house
on my way home from school. The school was only a block away from Bernie's
house. That made it very convenient. For Bernie, it was unexpected.
Bernie met me at the door with a towel around his waist. "How convenient,"
I thought.
He was delighted to see me, and, as usual, launched into the
affectionate embraces for which he came to be known. "Come in Stas. It's
so good to see you. Come in. Come in," he kept repeating. "I've been
working in the yard all day and I was just about to take a shower, but that
can wait a few minutes," he added. "Let's sit on the sofa and talk a bit."
As soon as I sat, he began to kiss me. This was a new experience,
one that I had never had. His kisses were gentle, at first. Then they
became more passionate, his tongue darting into my mouth, his hands
simultaneously massaging my breasts, my back, my face, and my cock and
balls. My body reacted with passion to this attention. My cock rose
immediately and the fluids in my body worked their magic. I caught my
breath and responded as best I knew. His towel came loose in the
excitement and there stood his magnificent 10 inch cock, hard, throbbing,
wet with excitement. The odor of sex and yard work oozed from his pores,
another sensual delight that I noticed for the first time. It was a clean
smell as well as a sensual smell. My only desire was to lick him all over
and taste his sexuality. The fact that he hadn't taken his shower yet
accentuated my lust. My cock stood hard and dripping. He moved from my
mouth to my cock and balls to taste. I reciprocated and moved to his hard
cock, balls, and asshole. The odor of his manhood was pungent here and I
dove into his crotch with my face, mouth, and tongue. I savored those
stimulating smells and tasted the saltiness of his crotch, especially his
cock and asshole.
Bernie paused in his exploration of my cock and balls and asked,
"Do you have to pee?"
"A strange question," I thought, but answered, "Yes, I think I do,
now that you mentioned it."
"Pee on me," he whispered passionately.
"That's a new one," I thought, and added, "Here?"
"No," he answered. "Let's go into the bathroom and I'll get in the
tub. I want you to piss all over me, my face, my mouth, my chest, my cock
and balls. Will that offend you?" he added.
"No, Bernie, but it's a new experience for me," I said.
Naked, we stepped into the tub. Bernie lay on the bottom of the
tub, facing me. He instructed me to stand over him and piss on his face,
in his mouth and all over him. Seeing his body below me, his legs spread
wide, his cock hard, his mouth open, awaiting my piss, heightened my
excitement. His thin body and gray hairy chest and paunch unleashed a new
sensuous feeling of wanting to please. I pissed hard, the piss of youth,
and long. Bernie writhed in delight and his excitement infected me. He
massaged his body with my hot piss, drank, and tasted. When finished, I
lay on his body and tasted my urine, licking his face, his mouth, his
nipples, and, especially, his cock, balls, and asshole which were drenched
in my golden piss. And then we kissed again, deep, savoring the taste of
my urine. I put my cock in Bernie's mouth and emptied the last drops. He
drank, moaning his delight to me. We lay this way for a long time until
Bernie whispered into my ear, "Beautiful Stas. Now let's shower and have
some real fun."
The shower was divine. First, he allowed me to lather him. I
began with his back and moved down to his ass and balls, allowing my
fingers to gently prod his relaxed asshole. Then I moved down his thighs
and his calves to his feet. I washed his feet tenderly, taking pains to
wash and massage each of his toes. Then I turned him around, facing me. I
lathered his breasts and stomach, working my way down to his cock and
balls. Here I lathered lovingly and long, particularly enjoying the
firmness of Bernie's hard cock, 10 inches of absolute uncut beauty.
Passion overcame me and I turned off the water, bent over, and had Bernie
thrust his hardness into my hot asshole. He obliged readily and fucked me
forcefully, my ass responding by swallowing his hard cock. After a few
minutes, he withdrew commenting, "Stas, let's get in bed and finish it off
there." I agreed and we rinsed, toweled dry and headed for the bedroom.
Bernie took the initiative here. He had me lay on my back with my
hard cock at full mast. He straddled my waist facing me and lowered his
relaxed and receptive asshole onto my cock. My thrust met his as my cock
penetrated deep into his ass. We kissed as we fucked. My youth and
inexperience could not bear this lovemaking and in minutes I shot my hot
load into his ass. I screamed in loving agony at this coming, the
intensity overcoming me. Bernie climbed off my cock. He turned and sucked
the rest of my cum from my wet and still hard cock and presented his
asshole to my face. I sucked it deeply, tasting my own cum at the opening
of his hot hole. We continued this way for several minutes, my sucking
alternating between his asshole and his cock and balls which hung over my
face deliciously. Bernie's passion took over now and he fucked my mouth
hard as he sucked my still hard cock. It wasn't long before his hot cum
shot deep into my throat and I heard Bernie's groans of love emanating from
the depths of his testicles. "Oh! Stas!!! Suck my hot cum! Take it all!
It's all for you. Suck it! Love my hot cock! Take it all!!!!" he
ordered. I drank his hot cum until his pisshole went dry. We fell on our
sides, still sucking one another's cocks and rested. We lay this way until
our cocks grew flaccid and continued to lay together another half hour,
always tasting, licking, sucking the crevices offered to our faces, our
cocks, our balls, our assholes, and our salty sweat. We dozed momentarily
in this position until I woke Bernie, saying, "I've got to get home. Mom
will be wondering where I've been. I will tell her that I ran into you and
visited for awhile. Will that be OK, Bernie?"
"Certainly it will be OK. It's the truth, isn't it?" he added.
With that, I dressed, bid him 'Goodbye' and left, still savoring
the ecstasy of that afternoon and already anticipating other such
encounters.



Chapter 7

Other Familial Experiences

Bernie had been and would become a large part of our family over the years.
While his wife lived, our families were so close as to ask my mother to be
godmother to their daughter and my father to be godfather to one of their
sons. That closeness, obviously, continued, since I knew, first hand, that
they had sex together. I saw Bernie and my father fucking my mother.
Variations on this theme happened from time to time and these added fuel to
my sexual fantasies about my parents, and especially my father.
One day, after my father left for work, I noticed my mother being
most attentive to her cleanliness. I left soon after that for school.
However, after being in school for less than an hour, we were dismissed
because of difficulties with the boilers. It was about 9 A.M., I remember,
and the walk home was short. As I came in the drive, I remembered my
mother's attention to hygiene earlier and decided to enter the house
through the back door quietly. Everything was very quiet. But when I
entered the kitchen, I noticed a man's coat on the chair. It was Bernie's.
I tiptoed to the door leading to the upstairs bedroom and heard muffled
sounds coming from my parent's bedroom. Ours was an old two family house
that we converted to one. I backtracked into the pantry, went through the
living room, and climbed the stairs to another two bedrooms that stood
adjacent to my parent's. I crawled along the floors of those bedrooms
until I was near the door leading to my parent's room. As I neared, the
muffled sounds became clearer. Groans and moans emanated from the bed
instead of words. The door was partly open and I stood to get a better
look into the bedroom. The sight was magnificent. My mother and Bernie
lay totally naked in a 69 position, he enjoying her cunt and asshole with
his tongue, she, with her mouth engorged with Bernie's huge 10 inch cock.
They continued this way for what seemed a long time. Then I heard Bernie
mumble something after which the springs creaked and my mother straddled
Bernie's waist, facing him, sitting full on his hard throbbing cock. Her
upper body bowed down to meet Bernie's chest and their lips engaged.
Bernie's hot cock was fully visible now, arching sensually into her cunt,
their hips thrusting to meet to gain a deeper penetration. His cock looked
majestic in the light coming through the bedroom window. The vaginal
lubrication made it shine and glow, enhancing its beauty even more.
Judging from the moans of my mother, her cunt also luxuriated in the deep
penetrations of Bernie's cock. Her vaginal walls were spread wide and the
juices trickled down Bernie's cock onto his gray pubic hairs. My mother
began to moan loudly now, evidence of her imminent orgasm. Bernie's
thrusts went faster and deeper as if to accommodate her ecstasy. She
exploded, not once or twice, but over a long period, a duration of perhaps
five minutes. Afterwards, Bernie had her lay on her back and positioned
his cock over her mouth while his face and tongue dove deeply into her
cunt, sucking up the abundant juices that flowed. It was complete a****l
sex at this point, Bernie totally engrossed in her cunt, its crevices, her
asshole. His excitement was infectious and, soon after her orgasm, she
begged for his cock in her asshole. She lay on her side while he rammed
his hot wet cock deep into her asshole. Their movements synchronized, each
thrust meeting the others. Bernie's passion now increased and he moaned
with abandon. Their moans meshed as one now as Bernie drove his cock hard
into her receptive asshole. Just as he was to shoot his hot load, he
pulled out of her, straddled her chest, and shot his huge hot load into her
face, her eyes, her mouth, her breasts. Then he bowed down and licked her
entire body, cleansing her face, eyes, mouth and breasts with his tongue,
sucking up his hot juices. Still straddling her, but now over her feet and
ankles, he rested his head on her hot vagina and warm pubic hairs and, it
seemed, dozed. Neither said a word for the next 15 minutes. There were
sighs and other quieter moans during this respite. But neither spoke.
From where I stood, I had a good view of Bernie's asshole, balls and cock.
I could see some additional cum oozing from his cock as it hung pendantly a
foot or two from my eyes. I wanted desperately to catch those last oozings
with my tongue but dared not move.
At last, he moved to her side and they embraced, his left leg
resting in her crotch, tight against her cunt and rested. Still not much
was said. An occasional, "Beautiful," or "Wonderful," or "Magnificent,"
was uttered. But nothing else interrupted this reverie.
My cock ached at this point but I dared not move or breathe, my
proximity to them being so close. My underwear and pants, however, were
wet and I assumed that I had cum in my pants. I grew fearful that they
would soon get up and I would have to make some sort of move. But until
they gave some evidence of moving, I stood my ground.
My legs ached now and I moved slightly to adjust myself. A bone in
my knee must have clicked. I held my breath. I heard Bernie whisper
something to my mother, several words of which I could make out, "...have a
visitor." She responded with a quizzical "Mmmmm?"
The quiet continued for another five minutes. My mother moved
first. She motioned to Bernie to lie still on his back while she slid down
to his genital area, positioning her feet, cunt and asshole towards me.
Her head, face and lips, however, made tender love to Bernie's flaccid
cock. She loved vigorously. Bernie's legs were in a V position with my
mother's head under his left leg, her mouth, lips, and tongue probing his
genitals. Nothing was left unloved. The base of his cock, his balls, the
crevices between his balls and thigh, the area between his balls and his
asshole, and his asshole as well. It was a passioned loving. Her body lay
on its left side, her tits, vagina and feet facing me. I had a marvelous
view of the inner labia of her cunt. Her entire lower body convulsed in
her loving. It seemed that she were putting a show on for me. So close
were her cunt hairs to me that I could, if I wanted to, reach out and
caress them. Her asshole, exposed, twitched its sphincter for my viewing.
Bernie lay still during this loving, acknowledging with moans his
enjoyment. Bernie's cock responded to this loving with a rigid, throbbing
hard on. Every vein in his cock gave testament to his arousal. My mother
rose from her prone position, straddled Bernie's waist with her back to him
and inserted his hard cock into her hot cunt. Kneeling, her body facing
me, she rode his hard cock slowly, savoring the rigidity as it pressed on
her inner labia and clitoris. As she rode his cock, she massaged her ample
tits, giving special attention to the nipples. Seeing her frontally,
watching Bernie's 10 inch slide its length in her vagina, seeing that hard
cock glistening as it appeared and disappeared into her hot and wet vagina
was more than I could bear. I dropped my pants and took my throbbing cock
into my hand and stroked as she rode that cock in utter joy. I stroked
with abandon, not caring where my hot cum would spurt. Her joy and
movements peaked at that moment as did Bernie's. I heard him say,
"Sweetheart, I'm coming."
She moaned her agreement, evidence that her climax was at hand as
well. "Come in me Bernie. Shoot that hot load. Here I come too. Ohhhhhh
baby," she screamed.
Bernie's moans were louder. And with that, I let my hot load spurt
from my hot, throbbing cock. I moaned in unison with Bernie as the white
cum spurted from my cock, landing at the foot of the bed. If my mother
were looking down, she would have seen my hot spunk fly and land.
After she came, she twisted around and lay on Bernie's chest, his
cock still penetrating her wet and dripping cunt. Her puckered asshole
winked and acknowledged the passion that had just transpired. They lay
quietly in this embrace and dozed. I decided that it would be a good time
for me to move away and downstairs. I left the house quietly and headed
for the candy store and the park. After an hour, I returned home to find
Bernie and my Mom having a cup of tea. I explained why I was home early
from school and joined them in their repast.


Chapter 8

My Mother

That she was a loving mother, I knew. She loved me dearly as she did my
father. I felt that love in every way, her caring when I was ill, her
solicitousness when I seemed down, her joy when I was happy. I needed
nothing in this caring, my needs being amply provided. I knew also that
she was a sexually passionate woman. My father, apparently, knew that too
and catered to that passion with his own. They were a couple made for one
another sexually and emotionally. In short, they both loved sex. Over
time, I came to understand and appreciate this.
In my younger days, when I was nine or so, I would often take a nap
with my mother. This happened only if I were home, absent from school.
Sometime during the day, my mother would ask, "Are you tired? Why don't we
take a nap together."
I didn't hesitate to accede to her wishes. We would go upstairs to
her bedroom and lie together, she, in her slip, I, in my underwear. In
these moments, sleep was the last thing I wanted. I watched and took in
every nuance of this setting. Often, while sleeping, she would roll and
move. Her legs, in particular, would raise into a V position. Assuming
she were asleep, perhaps a naivete on my part, I would slide down towards
that V. I was always rewarded with a frontal view of her vagina, sometimes
still, sometimes twitching. It always looked moist and wet.
In these early years, she would often call me her man. On special
occasions, marriages, family gatherings, she would call on me to tighten
the strings of her corset. She would stand in the bedroom in her bra and
panties and let me pull the strings of her corset tight. I would often get
a glimpse of her cunt hairs protruding from the sides of her panties.
Sometimes, I could detect a bit of wetness emanating from her vagina,
manifesting itself on the front of her panties.
When I grew into my thirteens or so, other things began to happen.
If I were home from school and she suggested a nap, new patterns emerged.
We napped as usual, her movements and exposure still apparent. What was
new, however, was my arousal. I was no longer happy to remain a passive
observer. When I slid down to get a better view of her vagina, I also
began to experiment with touch. Once, for example, my head reversed into a
69 position, I braved moving my hand toward her vagina as her legs remained
upright in that V position. My fingers gently probed her wetness, taking
care not to wake her. Inevitably, I was rewarded with a taste of her wet
cunt juices. My fingers would touch and retract to my mouth to suck
deeply.
Another time, I saw her slip raised above her hips. She had her
back to me and I took in the fullness of her asshole and vagina. My cock
hard, I inched closer to those love crevices and probed gently. My
cockhead could slightly penetrate her asshole on some occasions. If I slid
lower, my cockhead could just barely enter her labia and sense the wetness
that lay inside. Often, I would simply position my head close to her cunt
and asshole and smell her passion. Sometimes, when feeling bolder, I would
insert my tongue and taste the juices of her asshole and cunt. These
actions would always elicit a moan from my mother, but nothing else.
Once, when I was fifteen, my mother complained about a pain in her
back. She called me her man and asked, "Can my man rub my back with some
oil?"
"Of course," I replied without any hesitancy.
We went to the bedroom as usual. This time, she went to the
bathroom first and, after a minute or two, emerged with a large towel
d****d around her breasts and ass. She lay on the bed, and, with a sleight
of hand movement, removed the towel. She lay naked, her back and ass in
full view.
She instructed me to apply the oil to her back and legs and rub
gently but firmly. I began with her shoulders. I applied a little oil and
began the massage in a firm and circular motion, moving along the shoulder
blades and down the spine to the top of her asshole. I lingered long here,
wondering whether I should go beyond this. My wonderment ceased when she
told me to continue the massage on her ass and her legs. With her legs
spread wide, her labia and gray hairs opened up before me. They glistened
in the dim bedroom light from the wet juices that emanated from her hot
cunt. My massage of her ass was more of a kneading, spreading her cheeks,
allowing my hands and fingers to probe the asshole that presented itself
each time I kneaded. I allowed my thumb to occasionally penetrate her
asshole, mainly to provoke some reaction. No reaction forthcoming, I
probed deeper. As my hands moved down her legs, I let my fingers move
freely near her vagina and labia. Over and over, I would return to her
cunt and penetrate her inner recesses deeper and deeper. At one point,
four of my fingers toyed gently with her cunt and clitoris and her only
response was, "That feels good, Stas. Keep it up. My back feels better
and better." Often in these circumstances, my cock would ache with
hardness. Once, since her head was turned from me, I let my underwear drop
and massaged naked, allowing that hardness to rub freely on the edge of the
bed and the sheet. Inevitably it led to an orgasm. Once, because of the
length of the massage, I came four times. My only worry, at this time, was
how to conceal my spunk which stained the sides of the sheets and the floor
beneath the bed.
Most often, I would get to clean the spunk. Sometimes, I wouldn't
and couldn't help but feel that she was aware of my cumming. She never
mentioned this, however.
These experiments grew bolder. I sensed that with her actions and
movements while we napped. Often, during the nap, her hips would move
invitingly towards my hard cock. Sensing this, I no longer began to
withdraw. Instead, I met her hip movements with my own. Once, my cock
entered her wet asshole and I pressed forward and thrust deeply. The only
response on her part was to reciprocate. My thrusts met hers until I shot
my hot load into her wet and receptive asshole. Another time, her hips
arced lower until her cunt met my hot cock. I thrust hard and felt my cock
move deeply into her cunt. I heard a sigh or a moan and continued to
thrust. It wasn't long before our thrusts synchronized and my lust took
over. I fucked her deeply and with abandon. I was no longer aware of
pretense. The reality manifested itself in the a****l of my body. My cock
pushed deeper and deeper into her cunt until I shot my hot load into her
hot cunt. My moans were no longer concealed, and, as I shot, I whispered
aloud, "God, I'm cumming. Take it. Take it. It's yours. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
I often dozed after that. When I awoke, she would no longer be in
bed. My cock, however, was clean. Gone were the remnants of my passion
and I could only assume that she had cleaned me off. The smell of passion
was still apparent, so I concluded that her cleansing was oral.
These sessions became more and more frequent in these years, and,
sometimes, it involved my father.


Chapter 9

Mother and Father

My father was in the habit of coming home from work about 5:00 in the
afternoon. He would often wash up, often, taking a complete bath. My
mother was always there to assist. She would wash his back and feet. I
observed longer sessions in the bathroom and, once, peeking through a hole
in the shade outside the window, I noted the two of them naked, bathing one
another. Once, I watched as they sat facing one another in the tub. Her
body was slightly elevated and I assumed that she sat on his cock. His
movements indicated this in his forward thrusting. Another time, I watched
as she stood before him as he sucked her cunt, fingering her asshole
simultaneously. On this same occasion, I watched them reverse positions.
She lay on her back against the slant of the tub while he inserted his hard
7 inch cock in her mouth and fucked. One favorite position seemed to be my
mother kneeling in the tub and he fucking her ass and cunt interchangeably.
It seems that these actions were mostly foreplay since they would always
exit the bathroom and announce to me that they were going to take a nap and
that dinner would be ready in about an hour. Often, they would suggest
that I go out and play or apply myself to the homework of the day. I would
nod a vague "yes" to any of their suggestions and wait till they went
upstairs to the bedroom. Evidence of their intent could be seen in the
semi-hard erection that shone through my father's boxer shorts. I watched
closely to see his cock bounce loosely as they ascended the stairs.
My course of action was always the same. I waited a few moments
until I was sure that they lay in bed quietly. Then I would loudly close
the backdoor, a sign of my exiting the house. But it was only a sign. I
stayed in the house and ascended the backstairs to two other bedrooms.
From here I could, on hand and knees, move toward the door of their bedroom
that often stood open and watch. As I said, the actions in the bath were
often foreplay. This always spilled over to intense passion in the bedroom
where everything and anything went. They began their lovemaking quietly,
kissing, feeling, massaging. This often led to a 69 position in which they
loved each other tenderly. This tenderness led to more passion and,
eventually, they fucked with vigor and intensity. He might fuck her ass;
he might fuck her mouth; he might fuck her cunt; he might do all of these
interchangeably. Inevitably, all of this would lead to violent orgasms,
she often coming in multiples, he, at a given moment, with such intensity
that he could no longer control his actions. He would fuck violently,
thrusting deeply and, at the same time, screaming his cum into her loudly,
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Baby, take it all!
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhh! Aahh!"
Needless to say, my cock would be bursting at these times. I
learned to observe without any inhibition, always standing naked, watching,
massaging my own hotness, and cumming with them, moaning as well, but
keeping it in synch with theirs. It was one such time that I waited until
they collapsed in a heap and then lay separately, falling into a deep
sleep. My passion threw caution to the wind. Assured that they were
asleep, I entered the room naked, licked dry my mother's cunt and my
father's cock. Emboldened, I straddled my mother, inserted my hot cock
into her cunt, and shot a hot stream of cum deep into her. I went to my
father's side of the bed, knelt on the floor, took his cock into my mouth
and sucked deeply until his cock grew hard. I rose, sat facing him on his
hard 7 inch cock, and stroked both his cock with my hot ass and my cock
with my right hand. I shot again all over his chest. Rising above him, I
licked his body dry of all my cum and left the bedroom.
When they descended the stairs from the bedroom an hour or more
later, I would often be reading or studying. My mother's comment was
usually the same, "Are you ready to eat? Dinner will be ready in about 15
minutes."
These episodes happened often. I began to look forward to these
pre-dinner trysts. During the day, I would often fantasize over them and
prime my cock in anticipation. A jerk off of two before dinner became my
standard practice. But what I was particularly primed for was the
aftermath, when they dozed. I fantasized over all the things I might do as
they slept. I was particularly fond of licking their bodies in the
aftermath. The taste of their clean sweat, the dripping from my mother's
hot cunt, the extended oozing of cum from my father's cock, the saltiness
of the their assholes all stimulated me to new heights of passion in my own
cums. And whether I jerked off at these times, or fucked my mother's cunt
or ass or sucked my father's cock and felt his hardness in me, regardless
what I did, when I did come, it was with an intensity I cannot describe.
Suffice it only to say that my whole body shuddered as I came. Every
muscle in my small frame would quiver and thrust as my cum spurted from
deep within my balls. On those days when Bernie was present for those
memorable threesomes, my body would quiver and thrust even more. It is a
small wonder that they never discovered my presence during these outings
for my inward screams of joy at my orgasm seemed comparable to their
external screams and moans of joy.
A particularly memorable moment came after a threesome with Bernie.
All three collapsed in a heap on the bed, Bernie on the outside. I crept
toward him as the others slept and took his wet cock into my mouth. Bernie
woke and I motioned for him to come to me on the floor by the side of the
bed. His lustful grin gave evidence of further passion as he stood beside
the bed, then walked towards my naked body on the floor with his cock at
half mast. Naked, I lay on the floor on my back and motioned for Bernie to
insert his cock into my mouth. If my mother were awake, she would have had
a full view of Bernie's hard 10" cock fucking me. When his cock hardened
to its fullest, I raised my legs, and, Bernie, kneeling between them,
inserted it deep and began to fuck hard. The tension of knowing your
parents were two feet from this seduction, gave the fuck added meaning and
passion. My passion grew violent as he fucked me and my hips thrust back
at him in anticipation of his and my coming. He sensed the tension, too,
and before long he whispered, "Stas, here it comes. Take all of my hot
cum. Aaaeeeiiiiighhhh."
I shot too. My cock spurt the jism all over Bernie's chest and
belly. He withdrew his cock from my hot ass and rose over my face and
inserted the still throbbing and cumming cock into my mouth, dripping the
rest of his spunk deep into my throat. He then licked the cum from my
belly, lay prone atop me, and shared my cum with me in a deep kiss. We lay
this way for what seemed a long time when I heard him say, "You'd better
get up and go. I'll see you later."
Naked, I rose and went downstairs and cleaned up. Bernie returned
to the bed savoring that unexpected fuck.
We all had dinner together that night and they played the usual
pinochle until bedtime. I heard the magic words once again, "Bernie, you
can't go home tonight. You'll have to stay here and sleep with Stas."
Bernie grinned and, I suppose, my face reddened. But only Bernie and I
knew what to expect that night.