Message-ID: <55948asstr$1180260601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <467317.65953.qm@web51105.mail.re2.yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 23:39:56 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part 57" (nc, mc, incest, m/F, f\/M) Lines: 1216 Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 06:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/55948> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: emigabe, RuiJorge TEACHER - PART 57 By Daemon Way daemonway@yahoo.ca Anthony rolled over on his side and opening one eye, glanced over at the alarm clock on the night stand. Seven forty-five. The fifteen-year-old rolled over onto his other side and propping himself up on his left elbow, he yawned as he looked down affectionately at his mother sleeping beside him. Brushing aside the long, dark-brown hair that had fallen over her face, he leaned over and gave her a soft, tender kiss, not on the cheek as you might expect of a teenage son, but on the lips. Of course, both being naked, that shouldn't be a total surprise. Unable to resist, he slowly and quietly wiggled down and cupping her left breast in his right hand, he again leaned over his slumbering mother and this time slipped his lips over her left nipple and sucked gently on it as he had as a babe fifteen years ago. He could feel the tender bud immediately begin to swell and his mother stirred but continued to sleep. As he continued to suck, he ran his other hand down over her soft belly. She kept herself fit jogging and swimming, but at forty she was developing a middle-aged spread, not that he minded that in a woman. As his father had often affectionately said, a woman with some meat on her bones was far more sensual than those models who starved themselves sick. Anthony's hand continued on through her coarse, curly hairs to her cunt. The lips immediately parted and began to swell as he gently caressed them. They were not the only things that were starting to swell and as his teenage cock began to stir he considered for a moment mounting her while she slept. Now that would be an awesome way to wake up! As he continued to caress her cunt she smiled and inhaled deeply in her sleep but still did not awake. That was no surprise. She was exhausted after their marathon fuck and suck session last night trying to keep up with a healthy red-blooded fifteen year old boy. Planning on spending the long weekend with Cory and knowing that any weekend with Cory meant an orgy of fucking, sucking and jerking until their balls were ready to drop off, Anthony decided against having a morning hump. It wouldn't look cool if he couldn't keep up with Cory and the others, and explaining that he'd gotten an early start humping his mother would be awkward though Cory would understand in that Cory messed around with his mother too. Giving her one last kiss and her pussy a final caress, Anthony quietly slipped out of the bed. She looked so peaceful he didn't want to disturb her anyway. Besides, he could smell bacon frying and he was famished, the other constant in his life besides being always horny. Gathering up his clothes and holding them in front of him, he stuck his head in the kitchen and told his father to save him some bacon and that he was going to have a quick shower. As he lathered up, he thought about the hot time he'd had last night, and as he frequently did, back to the first time he and his mother had done it. They had been having sex now for three months, since last February, a week after his fifteenth birthday. That was a day he would never forget. It had begun normally enough. It was a Saturday and Cory had come over in the afternoon and the two of them had shot baskets for a while until it got too hot outside, and then they had gone in for some sodas and fudge brownies his mother had baked that morning. His father had gotten a new novel, "Watch Your Mouth" by Daniel Handler, which was sort of a dirty comedy/opera about this college guy whose girlfriend's family was into incest, her father having the hots for her, her mother having the hots for their son, and their son having the hots for his sister. His father had hidden it behind the extra toilet paper and cleaning supplies in the bathroom cupboard where he usually hid the new dirty book that he was reading. Retrieving it and lying down on the carpet in the living room, they took turns reading the good parts to each other. Of course that got them feeling a different type of hot than they'd felt tossing hoops, and it was not long before they'd pushed their jeans and underwear down and had begun to jerk off while they took turns reading. Anthony had been jacking off since he'd turned eleven, and he'd introduced Cory to the secret shortly after that, Cory being his best buddy and all. They eventually forgot about the story, as often happened when they browsed through his father's porn collection or his mother's romantic novels, and laid back and just concentrated on the pleasure throbbing between their legs and the growing pressure deep in their groins as teenage boys are wont to do. Ripping off two strips of toilet paper from the roll, which Anthony had remembered to bring with them from the bathroom, the two of them arched their backs in ecstasy as they shot off a load, filling the crumpled toilet paper with their hot, slimy teenage juice. It was a typical Saturday afternoon-up until then. Hearing a gasp behind them, they turned their heads and looked up at Anthony's mom, and standing behind her, his dad. Anthony immediately turned a bright red as the blood drained from his swollen cock and rushed to his cheeks and he was sure he was going to die on the spot. There was nothing that could be worse than getting caught jacking off by your mother and father, and especially at that moment when you are squirting your stuff and there is nothing you can do to stop it and no way to hide what was happening. Like, what does a guy say while he's lying there with his fingers wrapped about his boner and his stuff spurting out of the tip? "Oh, hi Mom. Hope you bought some more toilet paper while you were shopping. We're just about out." His mother and father didn't know what to say either and instead turned and stepped back out of the living room. Having been so engrossed in his pleasure, he had not heard the car pull up, and besides, his parents never came home that early from Saturday afternoon shopping. Of course they had never both forgotten their wallets at home before either. Now what was the chance that both of them would leave their wallets at home at the same time, and arrive back home the precise instant you and your best buddy are shooting off a load in the living room with your father's porn book beside you? Totally embarrassed and the pleasure of the moment spoiled, Anthony self-consciously wiped off the tip of his dick and pulled up his pants and underwear, and he and Cory disposed of their wadded toilet paper down the toilet. Cory said he had better leave and Anthony could understand why. He wasn't in any mood to go play videos or do anything else himself. On his way out Cory stuck his head in the kitchen where Anthony's parents had retreated to say goodbye. Anthony admired his guts. Now had that been him, he'd have just slipped out and been thankful for his good fortune that he didn't have to meet his buddy's parents face to face after such an embarrassing incident. Anthony's parents glanced at each other. "I'm glad you stopped in before going home," Anthony's father said. "Yeah?" "I ... we, that is, just want you to know that, ah, well, what you two boys were doing, well, you know, well, there's nothing bad about it." "No, not at all," Anthony's mother said in support. "It's not something that you should feel guilty or embarrassed about." Anthony had been wrong. Getting caught jerking off by your parents wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Having your parents talk about it, and in front of your best friend, that was the worst thing that could happen to a guy. "All boys do it. And not just boys. Men do it too." "And not just boys and men," added Anthony's mother again in support of her husband. "Yeah? So you two guys jack off?" Cory asked. Anthony stared at his best buddy in surprise as his heart stopped beating. Things just kept going from bad to worse. His parents glanced at each other, clearly and as to be expected unprepared for such a direct question. "Sometimes," his father admitted. "Not as often as when I was your age," he added. Anthony stared at his father. He jerked off! That should have come as no surprise considering the porn stash he had in the bathroom and under his bed, but still, the thought of him doing it, and hearing him say it, that was so totally wicked. Forty-two years old, married for seventeen of those years, and with two kids, and he jerked off. Many boys would find the thought and image of their father jacking himself off disgusting in the least, but Anthony found it highly erotic, although admittedly somewhat embarrassing, especially there in front of his best buddy. "That's cool. That you do it, and that you admit doing it," Cory said. "Most adults would never admit that. Especially in front of their kids." Most adults wouldn't be having this conversation period Anthony thought, in front of their kids or otherwise. He could not believe this conversation. "Well, my wife and I believe in having an honest relationship with each other, and with our children," Anthony's father replied. "That's so way cool," Cory said. "My parents feel exactly the same way. By the way, that book we was reading is pretty cool too, but not as good as some of the other books you have." Anthony's jaw dropped as he stared at his best buddy incredulously. This absolutely and totally could not really be happening! This had to be a dream. "You two have been reading them," Anthony's father observed, stating the obvious. Anthony would gratefully die any time now without the slightest regret. "Oh yeah. You really like incest stories." Anthony decided if he didn't die within the next ten seconds, Cory would. Best buddy or not, he would choke him with his bare hands. His parents glanced at each other again, surprised at his bluntness and not knowing how to respond. Well, Anthony thought, they had said they believed in honesty. "Well, yes, I do enjoy that topic, among others," his father admitted. "We both do. We have a very open attitude about sexuality." Anthony could so totally not believe what was happening. This absolutely had to be a dream. Or more appropriately a nightmare. It so totally couldn't be happening in real life. "I suppose that seems strange to you." "Heck no. My mom and dad have a very open attitude too. And incest's not all that uncommon," Cory observed. "My mom gives totally wicked blow jobs." It was Anthony's parents' turn to stare slack-jawed in surprise at Cory, along with their son, at the implication of that statement. Now how do you respond to a comment like that from a fourteen-year-old boy? "Anyway, I got to be getting home. My mom and dad get real mad if I'm late for supper. I'll see ya at school Monday, Anthony." "Ah, yeah, sure." After the comments Cory had been making Anthony was glad he was leaving before he really got honest and told his parents about some of the other things the two of them did, together and with others. If he'd begun doing that he'd have had to kill him for sure. At the same time, as the door closed, he felt as if Cory was deserting him to deal with the aftermath of his parents' discovery of them jerking off and the conversation they'd just had all on his own and he wanted to call him back and invite him to stay for supper. The three of them stood there awkwardly for what was only a few seconds but seemed like an hour to all of them. "I, ah, well, guess I'll go do my homework," Anthony finally said, excusing himself. His homework, on a Saturday afternoon? It was a lame excuse, but it was the only one he could think of. Considering his state of mind, he figured he'd been lucky to think of anything at all. He went to his room but he wasn't able to concentrate on anything let alone something as boring as homework, not after having been caught shooting off a load and the subsequent conversation. Supper was awkward and he was sure his parents were thinking the same things as he was as they made small talk. His kid sister had to have sensed that something was wrong from the way she had glanced at the three of them throughout the meal but she wisely, for the first time in her life, kept quiet. When he returned to his room after supper, it was no better, understandably. About an hour later there was a knock on his door. "Can we talk?" asked his mother. "Ah, yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about?" Anthony knew that although she'd asked, there was really only one answer to her question, and he held his breath in dread of what her answer was going to be to his question. "Sex." Things could not get any worse, though he was beginning to think he'd better stop thinking that because each time he did things did get worse, though he couldn't imagine what could possibly be more embarrassing than a fifteen-year-old guy having a talk about sex with his mother! "I know what happened today was embarrassing," she began. Anthony nodded. Evidently a guy could not die of embarrassment. "But what your father and I said earlier was true. We have an open attitude about sex, and we believe in having an honest relationship, with each other, and with our children." "That's cool." It was, but frankly, Anthony could handle a little less honesty at the moment. "How do you feel about your father and me finding incest stories stimulating?" He could definitely do with a lot less honesty! How does a guy answer a question like that! "You can be truthful," his mother continued as he hesitated. "It isn't something that everyone finds stimulating. Some people find that sort of thing disgusting. Many would say it is sinful, or immoral, and in this country it is illegal." "I don't feel that way," Anthony replied. "About it being sinful and stuff." "You don't have to say that just because we're your parents. We respect that others have different sexual beliefs." "I'm not saying it because you're my parents," Anthony said truthfully. He hesitated. "I've wondered about it myself," he commented as proof of his honesty. "What it would be like," he added. "Really?" "Yeah. Especially like after reading one of dad's books, you know?" "How does it make you feel, reading a book about incest between a mother and son, or a father and daughter?" "It's, well, stimulating," Anthony replied, not knowing how else to say it without being vulgar. "If you'd like to find out what it's like, we could try it," his mother offered softly, "if you want to. We can always stop at any time if you find it's not to your liking. Sometimes what a person fantasizes isn't what it's like in reality. It wouldn't be anyone's fault if that happens, it's just how it is. Sometimes we build up expectations that can't possibly be met. And if we like it, there's nothing wrong with that either. Not when it's done willingly and knowledgeably." Realizing that in her nervousness she was rambling, she closed her mouth. "You mean, you, and me, now?" She nodded. "Your father has taken your sister to a friend's house for a sleep over, and is dropping by the grocery store to buy me a few things since we couldn't do our shopping earlier today, so we have lots of time. But, if this is too much too fast for you, that's okay. I understand. If you don't feel like having sex right now and would rather wait for another time that's fine. Or if you don't want to put your fantasy into action-." "No. Now's fine," Anthony interrupted. Like his father had observed many times, his mother could talk the ears off an elephant. "Then come with me," she said with a gentle smile and a nervous sigh of relief as she stood and extended her hand. She'd found their conversation just as stressful as Anthony had. He followed her into her bedroom. "Your father and I have always felt that sex education belongs in the home and is the responsibility of parents, not teachers and the school," she observed as she sat on the bed and motioned for Anthony to sit beside her, "and that the best teacher is experience. Now I know sex can be overwhelming, especially for someone your age, so anytime you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, you just say so, all right honey?" Anthony nodded, not trusting his voice to reply. She'd always called him honey as far back as he could remember, and since he'd entered his teens he'd found it embarrassing. Under the present circumstances, it seemed strange. "Good. A very important part of having sex is communicating with your partner, letting him or her know if you like what he or she is doing and what you'd like him or her to do," she continued. "Now the first step is to get undressed. That can be very sexy in itself, and done right can be part of getting ready for sex, which is called foreplay. Why don't you try doing to me what I do to you?" To Anthony's relief she stopped talking and began to unbutton his shirt. He immediately followed suit and began to unbutton her blouse. To his surprise he found it was difficult doing it backwards. Once he got it off, she instructed him on how to undo her bra and then as she began to caress his chest, he slowly and hesitantly ran his fingertips over her breasts as she was doing to his chest and as he'd read in his father's novels and in the porn stories he and Cory had found on the Internet. His mother had large, round, firm tits, like balloons, bigger than the tits of most of his friends' mothers. As she gently ran her fingertips over his nipples he could not help squirm with the stimulation that rippled out through his chest and that caused his dick to twitch, and when she wiggled down and began to suck on one of them, he was sure he was going to cum right then and there he was feeling so horny, but fortunately she stopped before he had to face that problem. As she wiggled back up, he squirmed down and slipped his lips over her right nipple. She had told him to do as she did. She had olive-coloured skin, slightly lighter than his own, and large, dark brown nipples, the size of quarters. The one in his mouth quickly became firm and she began to breathe harder and faster as he sucked on it eagerly as he had as a baby. Anthony realized he was breathing faster and deeper also and that he was hard. Pulling down his fly, she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top of his jeans, doing so easily having had plenty of practice depantsing her husband. As she slowly began to push them down, Anthony raised his hips to make it easier for her. She pushed them down his thighs slowly and gently caressed his thighs at the same time, causing his now stiff prick to jerk excitedly in his boxers. She continued to push them down, slowly caressing his calves as she pushed them down to his ankles and drew them off. Again he followed her lead and unzipped her skirt and eased it down, similarly caressing her thighs and calves as she'd done his. They embraced and kissed each other's cheeks and chin and finally on the lips, causing Anthony to begin leaking pre-cum. They hugged and kissed and caressed for the longest time there in their underwear and socks until Anthony was beginning to wonder if they were ever going to get on to doing it. He'd heard that women took longer to get horny than guys, but he had no idea it took that long. Finally his mother slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his boxers and slowly seesawed them down over his hips, expertly pulling them out in the front to clear his protruding cock after long practice with her husband. Anthony was surprised how hot it was having his mother pull down his underwear. He had figured he'd be embarrassed having his mother see his erection, but as she looked over at it he found he felt hornier than he'd ever felt in any of his experiences with Cory, and when she observed that he had a nice sized penis for a boy his age he felt a sense of pride pass over him. He knew from his experiences with Cory that his mother's comment wasn't just the biassed opinion of a mother, and that his cock, five and three quarter inches and growing, was larger than most of his classmates. Again following her lead, he slipped his hands under the elastic of her panties and slowly drew them down, though a lot more nervously and with far more difficulty than she had drawn down his underwear. His heart pounded high in his chest and his hands were trembling. Her hairs were long and curly and as dark brown as the hair on her head. He could not help staring as he looked at his mother's cunt for the first time. As she reached over and cupped his balls and ran her fingertips up the shaft of his stiff cock he inhaled deeply and tensed. His knob ached to be touched but he was afraid if it was he'd squirt off a load. He watched his mother ever so slowly run the tips of her fingers up and down the shaft of his cock. That was so perversely obscene he was ready to come and they had only begun and she hadn't even touched his knob! "I ... I don't know if I can hold it back," Anthony gasped and he strained to stop from squirting. That would be so embarrassing! Wrapping her thumb and index finger about his stiff, aching cock just below the knob, she squeezed his shaft tightly, overlapping the tips of her finger and thumb and cutting off his impulse to shoot as she told him to relax and to breathe deeply and slowly. He did, puffing and gasping harder than after doing a half dozen laps around the gym, and ever so gradually his breathing slowed and he felt the need fade. He hadn't known at the time, but she had known how easily aroused he was going to be and had been prepared for that moment and had been hoping he'd let her know when it was needed. As she continued, she avoided the foreplay she normally engaged in with her husband and instead took her son's hand and guided it down over her stomach and through her hairs and showed him how a man stroked a woman's labia to bring her the greatest pleasure, and where her clit was and how to stimulate it. Anthony delightedly glided his fingertips over her swelling labia and gently stroked between them as she caressed his back and his smooth, compact buttocks, being careful to avoid any of his erogenous zones. The physical caresses and the eroticism of it being her fifteen-year-old son who was stroking her cunt soon had her cunt lips swollen and her pussy filled with cunt juice. Again after what seemed like an eternity to Anthony, she rolled over on her back and spreading her legs she directed him into position, showing him where to place his knees and how to balance his weight on his forearms and elbows. Anthony could not believe it. He was about to engage in his first heterosexual fuck ever, and it was going to be with his mom! While many would find that immoral and disgusting, including many of his male classmates, Anthony found it even more erotic than this father's novels had described it. Under her guidance, he slowly eased his hips forward until the tip of his dick, wet and slimy with his teenage pre-cum, touched her hot, swollen, juice-slick lips. She quickly opened up to him as he eased forward, and with his eagerness and her experience and natural lubrication, along with his own, the horny fifteen-year-old boy easily penetrated his mother. Grasping his buttocks, she pressed against them, pushing him forward until their bellies were pressing against each other. She continued to press down, holding him there and stopping his natural impulse to immediately begin humping. She held him there until she was sure he had cooled down, and then releasing him she finally allowed him to draw back. As he withdrew, she tightened her cunt muscles, gripping his slender young cock until she felt his knob begin to stretch open her labia. Tightening the grasp, she pushed down on his buttocks, directing him back in. It did not take the horny fifteen year old long to get the rhythm and after that all she had to do was to occasionally remind him to slow down and to periodically have him pause so they could both cool off. She was finding her first experience with her son just as hot as he was, and like him, far more erotic than any fiction she'd ever read. She looked up at him through half-closed eyelids and the sight of his handsome, flushed face sent a thrill of lust through her loins. He had beautiful olive skin, slightly darker than that of her and her husband, beautiful, seductive brown eyes with long, feathery lashes, and the fine adolescent whips of dark brown hair on his upper lip that he'd begun to grow with puberty. Five foot five and a hundred and twenty pounds, he also had a marvellous body, smooth and muscular, the body of a healthy, athletic fifteen year old boy. Being physically active, his thighs and biceps and chest were firm and developing the definition of a young adolescent, the result of many hours of biking and his special enjoyment of swimming and basketball. Anthony had closed his eyes as he pumped his hips to and fro, easing his cock in and out of his mother's cunt. He could not believe it. He was fucking. He was fucking his mother! He was pumping his stiff, aching cock in and out of his mother's hot, slime-filled cunt. He concentrated on the throbbing of his swollen cock and how hot and wet her cunt felt surrounding it, and how powerful her cunt muscles were as they clamped down on his cock each time he drew back and then relaxed as he sank his cock back up her vagina. It felt fucking awesome. His mother felt so also. Her husband was a skilful and considerate lover and she loved him greatly, but she had not felt this hot and desperate to have an orgasm for a long time, and whereas her husband normally had to pause to stop from coming several times until she was ready to come also, on that night with Anthony she had to have him pause not only to stop him from shooting too soon but so she could calm down and delay her orgasm also. As she felt herself approaching that peak for a third time, something that had rarely happened with her husband, she was tempted to stop him again but she knew how desperately he had to be wanting to get off by then, and she had to admit that she wanted to come just as badly. So this time as Anthony once again approached his climax she was ready also and allowed him to continue, gyrating and gasping for breath as loudly as he was as she felt the pressure rapidly building deep in her groin. Finally thrusting her hips forward and raising her ass off the bed, she shuddered and groaned with the sweet ecstasy that only a woman can know as she reached her climax, and at the same time Anthony lunged forward, driving his young, slender cock deep up her hot, quivering cunt as he began to spurt his hot, creamy teenage cum. He had brought off his mother, and he was filling her cunt with his juice! It was totally awesome. He'd thought about that first time, his first time with his mother and his first fuck with the opposite sex, many times over the next three months, as he lay in bed jerking off before going to sleep, when he woke up with a morning wood and began the day with a quick jerk, or like now as he was showering. Often he'd go all the way and spurt off there in his bed or in the shower, and he was tempted to do so that Saturday morning, but despite how tempting that was, he decided he'd better wait until he was at Cory's for his first squirt of the day. Quickly drying off before he changed his mind, he put on a clean pair of boxers, choosing the dark-blue silk ones he and Cory had picked out one crazy weekend they'd decided to go shopping for underwear. He liked how they felt, besides knowing he looked particularly sexy in them and that someone would see him in them that weekend. Choosing a pair of cargo shorts and a light, short-sleeved, multicoloured, motorcycle-print shirt, he checked himself out in the mirror and gave his thick, dark brown hair a quick comb. As he stepped into the kitchen, his father had just finished frying up a second helping of bacon and he put on a couple eggs for him and stuck a couple slices of bread into the toaster. "You're up awful early for someone who has the day off from school." "I plan on biking over to Cory's and spending the weekend with him." "That's a long way to bike. If you'd said something I could have dropped you off over there before I headed to work." "That's okay. I don't mind biking. Terry is coming with me, and he'll probably be bringing his dog along for a run." "Well, all right. You better hurry along, kitten. It's getting late for us." "It isn't fair," his kid sister observed as she finished off her toast and jam and gulped down the last of her milk. "What isn't?" Anthony asked. "That you get the day off and I got to go to school." "Well, I can't help it if our teachers have a meeting today. Besides, last month you had a day off and I had to go to school." "It still isn't fair," she observed, which didn't make any sense, but then he rarely made sense out of his nine-year-old sister's way of thinking. "Well, I'll tell you what," his father said, "since Anthony's going to be away all weekend, what do you say you, Mom and I do something special. Something you especially like doing." "Can we go to Disneyland?" "Sure. I don't see why not." "Kewel! You're the best!" She gave her father a big hug around the neck, as a typical nine-year-old would, and gave him a long, hot kiss, unlike a nine-year-old daughter, on the lips. She turned and curled up her nose at Anthony. "Now go grab your backpack if you want me to drive you to school on my way to work." As Anthony sat down to eat, his father and sister headed out. The two of them had always been particularly close, and these past three months they'd gotten even closer, and certainly closer than most fathers and daughters. Encouraged by what had happened between Anthony and his mother, the day after Anthony had been introduced to the joys of being a motherfucker, his father had sat down with his sister and had a similar talk with her to the one Anthony and his mother had the day before. They hadn't done anything that Sunday other than talk, about sex and being open and honest, about family and the importance of sex education beginning in the home, and of course about her parents' particular interest. He didn't want to push her and gave her time to think about what they'd talked about and waited for her to make the next move. The following Saturday to his delight she told him that she wanted to learn more about "the special relationship a father and daughter can have" as he had put it. With Anthony having a sleep over at Cory's, her mother arranged to have a ladies' night out at the movies and an after theatre drink with a couple of her friends to give the two of them privacy and as much time as they needed, just as Anthony's father had done the Saturday before. Taking Angelina into his bedroom and sitting down together on the bed as Anthony and his mother had done the previous Saturday, he, like his wife, explained the eroticism and role that getting naked played as he slowly undressed his young daughter. Exposing her tiny nine-year-old breasts, which were barely more than soft mounds of remaining baby fat and almost as flat as a nine-year-old boy's, he reminded her that any time she felt uncomfortable or uncertain about what they were doing to say so, and that being honest with each other was always important, and especially so in something as intimate as they were engaging in. Angelina was, of course, uncertain about her father seeing her breasts even if she didn't have any to show, having even by the age of nine been indoctrinated into the belief that big girls didn't reveal the upper part of their bodies even to those they loved. That she did love him, and trusted him, outweighed that uncertainty even though she looked away and blushed with shame. As her father had her stand and he slipped his hands under the elastic of her panties and began to ease them down, she was even more uncertain. Not revealing that most private part of her body had been even more emphasized and had become even more ingrained than not revealing her breasts, and she felt guilty and embarrassed letting him lower her panties, but he was her father and again her faith in him and the loving relationship they already had won out. Telling her that he knew she was confused and probably uncomfortable doing what most people would feel was wrong and assuring her that there were many others who felt as he and her mother did about such things did help as she stood there before him, her hands at her sides as she openly and shamefully revealed her little, hairless twat to him. Smiling reassuringly at her, he had her sit on the bed again and he stood and slowly stripped, removing his shirt and socks and then his pants, and finally standing directly in front of her and facing her and assuring she was okay with him continuing, he slowly eased down his boxers and revealing himself to her. That she found even more embarrassing than having him lower her panties and her cheeks flushed a bright red, but again she had faith in him, and knew she could stop him any time she wanted to and he would not object nor be angry with her. Besides, she was nine, and although still too young to be curious about boys or interested in any type of relationship with them on any level, preferring the company of girls to stupid boys, she could not help but shyly raise her eyes to look at her daddy's "thing." Sitting down beside her, her father took her hand and showed her how to caress his chest and play with his nipples like her mother did, and, just as his wife had explained to Anthony the Saturday before, he explained to her the importance of communication between couples as they pleasured each other. As she curiously twirled the hair on his chest and slowly and awkwardly encircled his nipples with the tips of her fingers in an ever tightening circle until she was gently caressing them, her father reached over and caressed her flat chest, tracing the outline of her little titties with the tips of his fingers and carefully and gently running his fingertips over her little nipples, causing her to squirm with the irritation and causing them to quickly grow firm. Although ticklish in a way and strangely painful in another, the irritation was arousing and pleasant in a way too, and knowing that her father had to be feeling the same new and strange pleasure as she was from the way his nipples had also grown hard, and wanting to please her father, encouraged her to continue to caress his chest and run her fingers over his nipples. Knowing the importance of going slow, he played with her little titties and nipples for the longest time before continuing on down over her amazingly flat stomach and her hairless pubes to her tiny pussy. He ever so carefully and gently stroked her labia and ran the tip of his finger along the crack. Their breathing became more laboured with their arousal and as the lips of her tiny, smooth cunt began to swell. Again he stroked her for the longest time until her little cunt was swollen and firm. Locating her clit and explaining what it was and what was going to happen, he ever so carefully and gently fingered it, sending spasms of unbelievable and until then totally unsuspected pleasure through her swollen labia and up her vagina. He repeated it several times, delighting in her obvious surprise and even more obvious pleasure just as much as she was. Finally reaching up and taking her hand, he guided it down over his naked body, following the hair trail down the centre of his torso to his belly button, along his belly, which despite his attempts to keep fit was developing a middle-aged bulge, and on to his thick, coarse hairs. Curling her fingers about his dangling balls and holding them there, he explained how sensitive they were and showed her how to roll his eggs in their loose sack as he explained what they were for and as he told her that her mother enjoyed doing just as he was now showing her. As he released her fingers, Angel slowly and gently caressed his balls and rolled the mysterious, sensitive orbs in their sack with more tenderness and with more eagerness and awareness than many fully grown women. She also could not help watching with growing curiosity her father's weewee slowly begin to swell and lift up off his balls, amazed and curious how he could do that. Telling her to wrap her fingers about it, he showed her how to stroke it how he enjoyed it and as she did so, he resumed caressing her hairless pussy, fulfilling a fantasy that he'd had even before she'd been born and that he thought he'd never experience in reality. It was just as erotic as he'd imagined it would be, and as they described in the novels he enjoyed reading. To his delight Angelina appeared to be enjoying the experience as much as he was. Just as he'd always suspected and others he'd chatted to in the incest chat rooms had claimed, under the proper conditions and with love and gentleness, engaging in such intimacy with one's father can be a pleasant and rewarding experience for a young girl, even at her tender age, and many would claim, especially at her age. Angel stared in wonder at the transformation of her father's weewee from a soft, dangling, rubbery hose to a long, hard pole jutting up between his legs. She squeezed it tightly as he instructed, and tried to bend it as he told her to, and was amazed at how rigid and unbending it was. She and her best friend had once checked out her best friend's baby brother's little thing, pulling down his diaper and actually touching his thing, after daring each other, but other than being a curiosity that one afternoon, she hadn't given it any further consideration, and in fact thought that it had to be awkward and unpleasant having those things dangling between your legs and bouncing around when you walked and was glad that girls didn't have them. Now, she could not even begin to imagine what it had to be like when it was swollen and hard like her father's had gotten. Having shown her how he liked to stroke himself, and telling her that her mother often did it to him that way in preparation to having sex, he went on to explain the sensitivity of his glans and especially the rim. Then, having her spread her legs, he resumed caressing her little cunt which was still firm and swollen, and as it throbbed hotly and spasms of pleasure shot through her swollen lips and up her vagina as he fingered her clit, she slowly stroked his fat, swollen, throbbing cock. Her fingers looked and felt so slender compared to his own or those of his wife, and the difference, and the fact that it was his daughter who was sitting there on the bed beside him jacking him off, had him aching to shoot off a load in a matter of minutes. Showing her how to curb his desire, the same way a week earlier his wife had demonstrated on his fifteen-year-old son, he paused to fight back the urge and then continued to finger her hairless pussy. He was tempted to insert his finger, but he could feel her hymen just inside the slit, and he did not want it to be his finger that broke it. Besides, he knew from experience that a man could give a woman just as much pleasure by stroking her swollen cunt lips and fingering her clit, and for the look on his daughter's face and the way she was fidgeting, it was evident the same held true for nine-year-old girls. As the pleasure shot through her groin, Angelina could not help squirming with the strange and delightful stimulation as she resumed stroking her father's swollen cock, sending the same thrills of painful pleasure through his blood-engorged dick each time her fingers brushed against the rim of his knob. Once again he felt the pressure developing deep in his groin, but from her laboured breathing and squirming he knew that she was rapidly approaching her orgasm also, her very first. Also knowing that postponing it would be cruel to her, and to himself, he inhaled deeply and willed back the urge to cum until the right moment. That moment was not long in coming as Angel suddenly began to jerk uncontrollably. As bolt after bolt of pleasure shot through her groin and up her vagina she began to bounce and buck on the bed with her very first frightening orgasm. Nobody who has ever witnessed a nine-year-old girl having her first orgasm can deny that prepubescent girls have sexual feelings and can derive pleasure from sex, nor can they justify denying a child such natural pleasure. With those thoughts, as his young daughter squirmed and gasped with her first climax as a result of his fiddling with her now throbbing and aching little pussy, her father erupted. His hot, thick cum gushed up the core of his pulsating, aching cock and spurted out of the tip like a geyser, shooting up into the air and falling back down to strike his blood-engorged knob and ooze down the slope and over the slender fingers of his nine-year-old daughter tightly grasping his shaft. Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock with a force and volume like he'd not had for many years. He inhaled deeply and tensed with the acute pleasure as he watched his hot, slimy cum flow over the fingers of his nine-year-old daughter, anointing her fingers in their first jacking off as she trembled with her first climax. The following Saturday as he sat on her bed and read to her before going to sleep, it was evident she was not interested in the story despite it being one of her favourite types of stories. Asking if something was bothering her, he feared the worst: that it was what they'd done a week ago. They'd had a long talk the previous Saturday, about what it had been like for her to have her first orgasm, and what it had been like jacking him off, and especially how she felt about having engaged in sex with her father. To his delight, she had told him that it had been the most enjoyable experience she'd ever had, and he knew her well enough to know that she was telling the truth and not just saying that because he was her father. That had been a week ago though, and the novelty and the unique pleasure she'd felt at the time would have worn off and she could be having second thoughts. To his delight and relief she replied that although she enjoyed having him read to her, as she always did and as he'd been doing ever since she was baby, there was, as she put it, "something else I'd rather do with you." The look on her face and the tone of her voice left no doubt what she was referring to. Putting the book aside, he replied that they could do what they'd done the previous Saturday if she wanted, or, they could try something different that would be just as much fun. Being naturally curious and inquisitive as all nine-year-olds are, and being daring and adventurous, the result of having been raised in a caring and supportive home where she felt safe trying new things, she eagerly and happily opted for something new. Once again he stripped his young daughter, and then removed his own clothing, and once again they caressed each other's chest and fondled each other's private organs. This time he added kissing, beginning with the tender kisses on the cheek and forehead as he'd always given her, but then progressing to more intimate and passionate kisses on the lips, introducing her to the joy of French kissing, first by worming his tongue into her mouth, and then having her do the same to him. He only engaged in that for a few minutes, finding it too hot and his cock rapidly beginning to respond. He wanted her to experience another way of getting him hard. Swinging his legs off the bed and sitting up, he took her pillow and placed it on the floor between his feet and had her kneel on it. He then told her to kiss his penis. She giggled and told him he was being silly, but he assured her that he was serious, and that it was as clean as any other part of his body and would not taste gross. Slowly and uncertainly reaching out and lifting up his semi-flaccid cock, she looked at it doubtfully, and ever so slowly leaned forward and closing her eyes gave it a quick peck. Encouraged by the fact that it had tasted no different from her father's lips, she gave it another kiss, and then a third. When he told her to lick it, starting at the base of his shaft and going up to the tip, she had enough confidence in her father to do as she'd been told, and again, finding it was not distasteful, she repeated the action. With each hot, moist lick, his cock swelled. Telling her slip her lips over the tip and practice breathing through her nose, he had her slowly take more and more of his cock in until she had his entire knob in her mouth. As she looked up at him with those trusting, big, brown, doe-like eyes that he was a sucker for, a twang of lust shot up his flaccid cock. The sight of his nine-year-old daughter kneeling there between his legs with her lips wrapped about the knob of his cock caused him to start swelling doubly fast, and in less than a minute, she was kneeling there with his fully swollen, blood-engorged knob in her mouth. Having her join him back on the bed and having her lie on her back, he lie down beside her in the opposite direction, and spreading apart her legs, he went down on her. Muff diving was not one of his favourite acts though he did engage in it on occasion with his wife, and he delighted in receiving blow jobs from her. Licking his young daughter's silky smooth and hairless little twat, on the other hand, was something far different from his wife's hairy cunt, and, he found, highly erotic, in a large part of course because it was his daughter's. He ran his tongue up and down over her rapidly swelling lips, delighting in feeling them swelling in response to his licking as much as he'd delighted in growing hard in his young daughter's mouth. He forced his tongue between her lips, which by then she'd learned how to spread open, and he ran it along her moist inner lips from the bottom to the top of her crack. Expertly finding her clit, he struck it with his tongue and was rewarded with her gasp of pleasure and tensing as the electric shock of pleasure shot up her vagina. Explaining how to suck and slowly go farther down on his cock as she breathed through her nose, he trembled with the erotic thought of having his daughter give him her first blow job while she got off for her first time by getting her pussy licked. Having her begin sucking on his rigid, aching cock, he resumed licking her swollen little cunt. As the two lie there in her bed, young Angelina engaging in her first sixty-nine, the nine-year-old delighted in the erotic sensations ripping through her young cunt as her father tongued her. She delighted just as much in the pleasure she knew she was bringing her father as she sucked on his swollen cock and worked her lips up and down over the knob. Driven by lust and the fulfilment of still another fantasy, Angelina's father eagerly sucked on her hot, throbbing little pussy, finding the smoothness a particular turn on, and driven by the shards of pleasure shooting up her young cunt as a result of her father's tongue action, young Angelina just as eagerly and hungrily sucked and slid her lips up and down her father's swollen cock. It was not long before both found themselves approaching that delightful release of pressure in their loins, and though they wanted that exquisite pleasure to last, they wanted the ultimate pleasure that they knew was only a minute away even more. They just as eagerly wanted to bring that pleasure to their partner, just as any true lovers would want, but even more so when combined with that special love of a father for a daughter, and a daughter for a father. Reminding her what happened to a man when he reached that ultimate point, he told her she could stop and finish him off by jacking him off as she'd done the previous Saturday, or she could continue to suck him, and that if she did that, when he came she could collect his stuff in her mouth and spit it out when he was finished, or she could swallow it. Assuring she understood, he left the choice to her as he continued to strike her clit, knowing that in seconds she'd be bucking and squirming with her own orgasm. He shuddered with pleasure as she began to do just that, and as she gasped and whimpered with the exquisite pleasure only a girl can know as her cunt spasmed uncontrollably and shocks ripped through her groin, her father tensed and inhaled sharply as he felt his cum begin to gush up the core of his swollen cock. He warned her it was going to happen seconds before it began to spurt out of the tip. She kept her lips tightly wrapped about his knob and began to swallow his hot, slimy juice as fast as he filled her mouth, choosing that because it was daring and erotic, because she was curious what it would taste like, and most of all, because he was her father and she loved him more than anyone in her life and figured it would have been what he'd have wanted her to do. He came fast and copiously, too fast and too much for her to keep up, and his creamy cum oozed out from the corners of her lips and around her chin. The following Friday, as her father lie down beside her in her bed and began to read her bedtime story, Angelina reached over and pulling down his fly, slipped her fingers inside and pulled out his limp, warm cock. As she began to play with it, he responded by slipping his free hand in her pajamas bottom and fingering her smooth, hairless cunt. The book was soon put aside and father and daughter embraced and kissed and caressed each other as Angelina lustfully removed her father's clothing and he slipped off her pajamas. Lying there naked, they French kissed and caressed and rubbed their bodies against each other, Angelina delighting in her father's large, muscular body and the feeling of his hairy chest against her skin, and her father delighting in nine year old daughter's smooth, soft little boobies pressing and rubbing against his chest and feeling her little nibs become firm and hot. Taking her in his arms, he gyrated, rubbing his rock hard cock against her smooth little pussy. Whispering to her that they could jack off like they'd done the first time, or sixty-nine as they'd done last Saturday, or they could do "something else that a man and wife do to make love," he was delighted with his daughter's reply that she wanted him to "do what you did with Mom when you made me." And so, as his wife and fifteen year old son engaged in that act as old as Adam and Eve in his son's bedroom, he kissed and caressed his nine-year-old daughter as he prepared to do the same with her. They French kissed and caressed for a long time, ensuring that she was hot and eager for her first fuck. He finally slipped her pillows under her small, smooth buttocks to raise her cunt, and having her spread her legs as far apart as she could, no difficult task for a limber nine year old, he knelt between them and opening the tube of KY that he'd begun talking with him on his nightly reading to his daughter in the hope of some day doing what they were about to do, he spread a thick coating to her swollen labia, and another thick coating to his blood-engorged knob and over his stiff shaft. Bending over her and telling her he would be slow and gentle, but warning her that given his size and her virginity, that there would be some pain, he slowly pressed forward. As Angelina felt her father's hot, hard knob pressing against her young cunt, she opened her labia instinctively and as she'd learned in what had become their nightly masturbation and suck sessions. As he continued to push forward and she felt his knob slowly wedge in her labia and begin to stretch her swollen lips open, she strained to accept him, apprehensive but eager to experience this special act between male and female. Ever so slowly he pressed forward, until finally his thick, hard knob broke her hymen. The pain was sharp, but the desire to please her father, and to experience that pleasure for which God had made males and females, made it worthwhile. As she felt the unique pleasure of being penetrated for the first time, she quickly forgot the initial pain. Penetrating a woman was a pleasure her father had felt many times before, but as he slowly sank his stiff, aching cock up his nine-year-old daughter's body, it was a pleasure like he'd never imagined possible, a pleasure even greater than his first fuck back as a boy of sixteen in the backseat of his father's car up at Makeout Point on Henderson drive, a pleasure even greater than his first fuck with his wife, even greater than the pleasure that comes with age and love between a husband and wife after seventeen years of marriage. The taking of his nine-year-old daughter's virginity and being her partner in her very first fuck was the ultimate of his fantasies, and the ultimate of his pleasures. Sinking his cock as far up her vagina as it could go, until his hairy crotch and her smooth, hairless pubes were pressed against each other and his dangling, hairy balls were pressing against the smooth flesh between her cunt and her asshole, he inhaled deeply and began to fuck. Angelina quivered with the delight of her first fucking, with the delight of having a hot, hard cock working in and out of her virgin pussy, and with the delight of it being her father who was fucking her. Fucking was the ultimate expression of love, having your most private parts joined together and throbbing with a mutual pleasure, and as the two gasped and quivered with that erotic pleasure, there were no doubts in either of their minds that what they were doing was right. Angelina tightened the grip of her tender young cunt about her father's throbbing cock as she felt it withdrawing, and she relaxed her grip and sighed with the pleasure as she felt it sink back up her vagina until his balls were pressing up below her cunt. Her nine-year-old pussy felt so large and swollen and the pleasure so exquisite she understood why the act of making a baby was considered so special. Her father of course already knew that, and doing it with his daughter made it even more special. He was dizzy with pleasure as he worked his hot, aching cock in and out of his daughter's body. Four foot four and sixty pounds, her body seemed so small compared to his wife's, which added to his pleasure. From the way Angelina was gasping and working her cunt, there was no doubt in his mind that even at the tender age of nine her body was ready for sex, as was her mind. Seeing the pleasure in her flushed face as she threw back her head, her rosy lips parted and moist as she gasped for breath, nobody could deny that a nine-year-old girl could appreciate and enjoy sex, nor that sex between a daughter and father could be beautiful. He worked slowly, wanting their mutual pleasure to last, and knowing that in his excitement he'd be ready far too quickly as it was. Of course he knew how to prolong that pleasure, and he did, twice, until he'd brought her to the verge of orgasm, and then he ravished her. The two of them thrust their hips to and fro desperately as they approached that peak. They gasped and grunted with ecstasy, the nine-year-old daughter and her forty-two-year-old father tensing with the anticipated ultimate pleasure as their breathing became faster and faster, the father bouncing his nine-year-old daughter against her bed, the daughter wrapping her slender arms and legs about her father and thrusting her groin against her father's body. Throwing back their heads, they grasped each other tightly and with a shudder, came together. As Angelina felt her father's thick, hard cock throbbing inside her and his hot, slimy stuff shooting deep up her cunt, she openly cried out with the ecstasy. Feeling his daughter's cunt pulsating hotly around his aching cock and seeing the look of lust and pleasure in her eyes, Angelina's father groaned just as unabashedly and as much with the physical pleasure as the mental satisfaction of achieving still another of his perverted fantasies. He and Angelina, and his wife and son who at that very moment were locked in a similar embrace in his son's bedroom, had blessed many times over that lucky day they had accidentally discovered Anthony and Cory jerking off three weeks earlier. Had it not been for that incident, the past three weeks and the months to follow would not have been possible. What none of them knew was that discovery had not been all that lucky, nor that accidental. Cory and Anthony had been best buddies ever since they were toddlers still learning to walk, and Cory didn't need any headband to know what turned on his best buddy. He had known for some time that one of the two biggest fantasies and desires of his best buddy was to have sex with his mother. Nor did he need his headband to know from their choice of literature, that Anthony's father and mother had a thing for incest, nor that Anthony's sister had the normal feelings of love and worship any nine year old girl has for a loving and caring father. Anthony's parents being creatures of habit, as Cory found most adults were, Cory knew they went shopping every Saturday afternoon, and that it took them on an average two and a half hours. It had not taken any effort to use his headband to plant the idea in Anthony's father's head to give them some change for sodas and then forget his wallet on the kitchen counter, nor to have Anthony's mother take her wallet out of her purse while she looked for her lipstick and then forget to put it back in. Timing his jerkoff session with Anthony so they'd get caught had been more difficult in that he had no certain way of knowing when his parents would discover they'd left their money and credit cards behind and would have to return for them. As for what happened after that, the devious fourteen-year-old and loyal buddy had been prepared to use his headband to influence their post discovery talk but found all he had to do was raise the topic of incest and hint that he and his mother had engaged in sex. The discussion before he left and the discussion later between Anthony and his mother, and between Anthony's sister and his father, the comments about being honest and open about sex, the admission about finding incest arousing, and the idea of providing an opportunity for each of their children to explore those feelings had been completely and totally Anthony's parents' thoughts and ideas, just as Angelina's responses to her father had been all her own and the typical responses of a nine-year-old girl raised to be confident and to think on her own. All he had done was to stage the discovery and give each of them a little nudge in the right direction and then sit back and let nature take its course as any good friend and horny fourteen year old would do for his best buddy. **** This is the first of a series of concluding chapters in which our heros get their well-deserved rewards and our villains get their just punishments. Watch for upcoming chapters to discover the origin and purpose of the mysterious headband and what the future holds for the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stewart Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family, Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the RGAB soccer players and their families, the cops Erica O'Malley and Michaela Polanski, and Anton's RGAB classmates; for player characters created by readers, Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson, Jacob Schuller, Benji Gilles, Callie Dean, and Denis Bois; and for the supporting cast of Jonah Winthrop, Lane and Spence Spudder, Nicole Halder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson, Nat and Darien Wilson, Emma and Elijah Dean, Aunt Rosa and Uncle Rafael, Juanita, Luther and Lucy, Ramon Carlos, the nerds of Lincoln Junior High (Fats Fortillini, Peter Manchester, Dwayne Hainsworth, Jerome Eisenstein, Wilbur Thornton and Dylan Ingles), Ravindra Shankar, and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe, and the star of this series, Cory Wilson. 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