Cumseeker
May 18, 2021, 6:39 PM
On YouTube the other day I viewed a woman who models tiny bikinis and calls herself Bikini Mom, 55. She so resembled my mom when we were fucking that I was stunned. When Mom and I first started fucking Mom was thinner than Bikini Mom, but as time went on she filled out almost just like Bikini Mom. In my last I said Part II would pick up where I left off, but I'm jumping ahead a bit here. I'll tell you about her dressing me up later on. Hint: We were a couple of lezzies playing together when she wasn't the boyfriend.
We had been been fucking and playing dress-up games for a year before Uncle Herb came to visit. He had just left the Army where he had accumulated a lot of money in poker games, so he was in no hurry to leave. When I told Mom it worried me that he was going to be around all the time because I could see he interrupted our comfortable schedule---with Dad gone all one week and all day the next. The week he was gone all week Mom and I slept together and lived like man and wife, going without clothes most of the time, except when she might wear panties and bra. She told me not to worry, that she would manage Uncle Herb. "You'll see, Honey," she said.
The first week when Dad was gone all day but home at night Uncle Herb spent all day at the Pool Hall and Card Parlor, so his presence did not interrupt our hot fucking. Still, I worried about what would happen next week and told Mom so. "Oh, Honey, just trust me. There'll be no problem. I've taken care of it."
So the first night Dad was out of town I kissed Mom goodnight and she told me, "I'll come tuck you in." Her tucking in turned into a long sucking off. You can guess how long that lasted this healthy healthy hot (and angry at Uncle Herb) teen. When it was over I was rearing to go some more after ten minutes. About midnight I slipped through our adjoining bathroom and into her bedroom where I was completely astonished to find Uncle Herb eating Mom out. She looked over his shoulder and said, "Come on, Honey, my titties need some attention." Uncle Herb, unfazed, motioned with one arm for me to come ahead and didn't miss a lick at Mom's beautiful cunt. Before long both us---her brother and her son---were making mom moan and rave. After a long time Mom said, "Herbie, let my sweetheart have some of that pussy. I'll suck your dick." So we quickly changed positions. Despite all of Uncle Herb's attention to Mom's pussy it still flowed pussy juice and I lapped it up.
When everything is so hot and right you lose sense of time, so I'm not sure when Mom said, "Herbie, let Donnie and me share this delicious meat of yours." Uncle Herb said, "He sucks cock?" She said, "He says he does. You say which of us is best." Mom and I got on opposite sides of Uncle Herb and went at it. When she was working him over good I reached for and licked his balls. Then she did it when I deep-throated him. Before long he began to moan that he was ready. When he started to cum Mom and I alternated swallowing and licking until we had taken it all. We three lay back, Mom and Uncle Herb lit cigarettes, and I just lay there. Finally Uncle Herb said, "How long has this been going on, I mean, you and Donnie, Sis?" "A little over a year; maybe two years," she said. "If it wasn't for Donnie I don't know what I'd do."
Uncle Herb stayed with us three months. Dad never caught on, or if he did, he acted like he didn't know.
Later in the summer Dad announced that he had to go to the Capitol for some sales meetings. He didn't ask if I wanted to come along. He said, "Donnie, I want you to come with me." I thought, "Oh, Shit, that's the last thing I want to do, go up there with this knothead." But he took me with him.
The first day while he was attending his meetings I wandered the streets a while. It was a Saturday and I noticed that from time to time a kid my age would come out of a tavern and I figured out right quick that the barkeeps were were serving under-age kids, so I went in one. Sure enough, the bartender didn't bat an eye when I ordered a beer. I had two, three, then four, and then I lost count. By six o'clock was snockered and had no idea how to keep Dad from knowing I'd been drinking all day and was drunk. I figured the best I could do was go back to the hotel and pretend to be sick.
When I got to our room Dad still hadn't returned from his meetings, so I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. When he got there about an hour later I pretended to be sick. He said, "Sick, eh? Well, can you at least take your clothes off and then get back in bed? You must be sick or something to get in bed with all your clothes on." He went into the bathroom and I jumped out of bed, stripped off, and got back in bed. When he came out of the bathroom he was naked and came over to the bed, flipped the covers back, and looked me over. "Do you think I can't smell good, Donnie. You've been drinking. You're not sick. You're drunk. How drunk are you?" He sat down on the bed and reached for my cock. "This is a very nice cock, Son. Very nice indeed. I think it is going to waste." With that he leaned over and took it in his mouth and began sucking it like nobody's business---sucking it as good as anyone ever had, and maybe a little bit better. He paused long enough to say, "I expect you've noticed that I don't care for fucking your mommy and this is why. I'd rather be sucking a cock or fucking a boy's ass than sucking and fucking her." Then he went down on me again.
Not only was I stunned, I loved his cocksucking, and I could not stop myself from responding and twisting myself around so that he could get at his cock and balls, and I was surprised at how big that cock was---but it was not too big for my appetite. We 69'd a good long time before he began to unload in my mouth and I slobbered and sucked and swallowed for all I was worth. I sucked him 'til his cock was a soft as it could be, and then I realized I had sobered up nearly completely. Dad said, "I guess we've learned something about one another haven't we?" I nodded yes. I wasn't sure if I was happy about it or not. He said, "After supper we'll take up where we left off."
We finished supper about nine o'clock and went straight back to the room. He didn't have to ask, either, I just stripped off and watched him, and when he was naked I got on my knees and took his dick in my mouth, feeling it start to get really hard, and began to use all the sucking skills I had learned at home. He said, "Now, Son, don't make me cum yet. I want to fill your ass with it." Pretty soon we lay down on the bed and traded off into a sixty-nine. It seemed to me he just kept getting harder and that mine did, too. After a half hour sucking and slobbering over each other's cock Dad said, "Son, have you had a bowel movement yet today?" "This morning," I told him. He got up, went to his suitcase, and came back putting on a rubber while holding a jar of Vaseline in one hand. He smeared that over his cock and said, "First, just get on your knees. I'll go slow so it won't hurt." I didn't tell him that my ass wanted his dick and wanted it deep. I felt I had to act like a virgin for him. "Go slow then,Dad."
My asshole did everything but suck his cock into it! He said, "Have you done this before?" I said, "Well, yeah,with Chuck and Dave, we've done it a few times." I didn't mention old Uncle Herb's ass-reaming. We changed positions two or three times and by the time he was on his back and I was riding his cock like a bronc buster. By then I suspect he figured out I had more than a little experience. We never talked about it. We just did it. Later on around one or two in the morning I fucked his ass. He finally called a halt to it saying, "Son, I still have a meeting tomorrow and then we go home. I don't have to tell you not to tell Mom abut this, do I?" "Oh, no, Dad, but I will tell her if you stop doing it to me . . . I mean with me."
He was as good as his word, too, as long as he lasted, leaving Mom to me. When I got home, of course, the first chance I had to tell Mom about it, I did, but I made her promise not to confront Dad about it. I told her, "You know you're my only girl and you'll always be my girl, but if you tell Dad I told on him I'll tell everyone what you and I do. That would queer it for us, Mom." I didn't want to stop getting Dad's cock from time to time, so I thought that threat was in order. And it did work out really well for both of us. We kept fucking until she died, looking every bit like that Bikini Mom on YouTube.
Just seeing that 55-year old babe on YouTube brought all that back so I could tell you all about it. More to cum . . . I mean come. Hint: should I ell you about fucking my daughter?
Cumseeker.
We had been been fucking and playing dress-up games for a year before Uncle Herb came to visit. He had just left the Army where he had accumulated a lot of money in poker games, so he was in no hurry to leave. When I told Mom it worried me that he was going to be around all the time because I could see he interrupted our comfortable schedule---with Dad gone all one week and all day the next. The week he was gone all week Mom and I slept together and lived like man and wife, going without clothes most of the time, except when she might wear panties and bra. She told me not to worry, that she would manage Uncle Herb. "You'll see, Honey," she said.
The first week when Dad was gone all day but home at night Uncle Herb spent all day at the Pool Hall and Card Parlor, so his presence did not interrupt our hot fucking. Still, I worried about what would happen next week and told Mom so. "Oh, Honey, just trust me. There'll be no problem. I've taken care of it."
So the first night Dad was out of town I kissed Mom goodnight and she told me, "I'll come tuck you in." Her tucking in turned into a long sucking off. You can guess how long that lasted this healthy healthy hot (and angry at Uncle Herb) teen. When it was over I was rearing to go some more after ten minutes. About midnight I slipped through our adjoining bathroom and into her bedroom where I was completely astonished to find Uncle Herb eating Mom out. She looked over his shoulder and said, "Come on, Honey, my titties need some attention." Uncle Herb, unfazed, motioned with one arm for me to come ahead and didn't miss a lick at Mom's beautiful cunt. Before long both us---her brother and her son---were making mom moan and rave. After a long time Mom said, "Herbie, let my sweetheart have some of that pussy. I'll suck your dick." So we quickly changed positions. Despite all of Uncle Herb's attention to Mom's pussy it still flowed pussy juice and I lapped it up.
When everything is so hot and right you lose sense of time, so I'm not sure when Mom said, "Herbie, let Donnie and me share this delicious meat of yours." Uncle Herb said, "He sucks cock?" She said, "He says he does. You say which of us is best." Mom and I got on opposite sides of Uncle Herb and went at it. When she was working him over good I reached for and licked his balls. Then she did it when I deep-throated him. Before long he began to moan that he was ready. When he started to cum Mom and I alternated swallowing and licking until we had taken it all. We three lay back, Mom and Uncle Herb lit cigarettes, and I just lay there. Finally Uncle Herb said, "How long has this been going on, I mean, you and Donnie, Sis?" "A little over a year; maybe two years," she said. "If it wasn't for Donnie I don't know what I'd do."
Uncle Herb stayed with us three months. Dad never caught on, or if he did, he acted like he didn't know.
Later in the summer Dad announced that he had to go to the Capitol for some sales meetings. He didn't ask if I wanted to come along. He said, "Donnie, I want you to come with me." I thought, "Oh, Shit, that's the last thing I want to do, go up there with this knothead." But he took me with him.
The first day while he was attending his meetings I wandered the streets a while. It was a Saturday and I noticed that from time to time a kid my age would come out of a tavern and I figured out right quick that the barkeeps were were serving under-age kids, so I went in one. Sure enough, the bartender didn't bat an eye when I ordered a beer. I had two, three, then four, and then I lost count. By six o'clock was snockered and had no idea how to keep Dad from knowing I'd been drinking all day and was drunk. I figured the best I could do was go back to the hotel and pretend to be sick.
When I got to our room Dad still hadn't returned from his meetings, so I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. When he got there about an hour later I pretended to be sick. He said, "Sick, eh? Well, can you at least take your clothes off and then get back in bed? You must be sick or something to get in bed with all your clothes on." He went into the bathroom and I jumped out of bed, stripped off, and got back in bed. When he came out of the bathroom he was naked and came over to the bed, flipped the covers back, and looked me over. "Do you think I can't smell good, Donnie. You've been drinking. You're not sick. You're drunk. How drunk are you?" He sat down on the bed and reached for my cock. "This is a very nice cock, Son. Very nice indeed. I think it is going to waste." With that he leaned over and took it in his mouth and began sucking it like nobody's business---sucking it as good as anyone ever had, and maybe a little bit better. He paused long enough to say, "I expect you've noticed that I don't care for fucking your mommy and this is why. I'd rather be sucking a cock or fucking a boy's ass than sucking and fucking her." Then he went down on me again.
Not only was I stunned, I loved his cocksucking, and I could not stop myself from responding and twisting myself around so that he could get at his cock and balls, and I was surprised at how big that cock was---but it was not too big for my appetite. We 69'd a good long time before he began to unload in my mouth and I slobbered and sucked and swallowed for all I was worth. I sucked him 'til his cock was a soft as it could be, and then I realized I had sobered up nearly completely. Dad said, "I guess we've learned something about one another haven't we?" I nodded yes. I wasn't sure if I was happy about it or not. He said, "After supper we'll take up where we left off."
We finished supper about nine o'clock and went straight back to the room. He didn't have to ask, either, I just stripped off and watched him, and when he was naked I got on my knees and took his dick in my mouth, feeling it start to get really hard, and began to use all the sucking skills I had learned at home. He said, "Now, Son, don't make me cum yet. I want to fill your ass with it." Pretty soon we lay down on the bed and traded off into a sixty-nine. It seemed to me he just kept getting harder and that mine did, too. After a half hour sucking and slobbering over each other's cock Dad said, "Son, have you had a bowel movement yet today?" "This morning," I told him. He got up, went to his suitcase, and came back putting on a rubber while holding a jar of Vaseline in one hand. He smeared that over his cock and said, "First, just get on your knees. I'll go slow so it won't hurt." I didn't tell him that my ass wanted his dick and wanted it deep. I felt I had to act like a virgin for him. "Go slow then,Dad."
My asshole did everything but suck his cock into it! He said, "Have you done this before?" I said, "Well, yeah,with Chuck and Dave, we've done it a few times." I didn't mention old Uncle Herb's ass-reaming. We changed positions two or three times and by the time he was on his back and I was riding his cock like a bronc buster. By then I suspect he figured out I had more than a little experience. We never talked about it. We just did it. Later on around one or two in the morning I fucked his ass. He finally called a halt to it saying, "Son, I still have a meeting tomorrow and then we go home. I don't have to tell you not to tell Mom abut this, do I?" "Oh, no, Dad, but I will tell her if you stop doing it to me . . . I mean with me."
He was as good as his word, too, as long as he lasted, leaving Mom to me. When I got home, of course, the first chance I had to tell Mom about it, I did, but I made her promise not to confront Dad about it. I told her, "You know you're my only girl and you'll always be my girl, but if you tell Dad I told on him I'll tell everyone what you and I do. That would queer it for us, Mom." I didn't want to stop getting Dad's cock from time to time, so I thought that threat was in order. And it did work out really well for both of us. We kept fucking until she died, looking every bit like that Bikini Mom on YouTube.
Just seeing that 55-year old babe on YouTube brought all that back so I could tell you all about it. More to cum . . . I mean come. Hint: should I ell you about fucking my daughter?
Cumseeker.