Starting a Family Tradition

100% fiction!

When my mother was eighteen she got pregnant so her parents sent her to ‘visit relatives’ until I was born. They wanted Ma to put me up for adoption but she fought and kept me. At eighteen she married my father and when I was 18 Pop got himself killed in an accident at work. He had an insurance policy but the money didn’t go far.

Ma worked her ass off supporting us, and besides her full time job did some part time work at home on the computer.. And as soon as I could I started mowing lawns in the neighborhood to help out. I liked being outside, the work wasn’t hard, and as an added bonus a couple of the younger wives liked to sunbathe in skimpy bikinis. Just what a horny teenager needs to make his day brighter, right?

I was sixteen when our lives took an unexpected turn. When I got to my scheduled house one Saturday morning I found an envelope on the shed door with a note telling me they had to leave for a few days and I should skip the yard that week, and half the money they normally paid me, so my day wouldn’t be wasted. I decided that next week I’d give them an extra special job for being so nice.

When I got home I heard Ma’s voice coming from the computer room. I figured she was working so I didn’t make any noise going to my room. As I passed I caught a glimpse of the computer screen, some guy playing with his dick. And Ma had her earphones with the boom mike, her sweat shirt was on the floor, her pants were pushed down around her knees and it looked like she was playing with her pussy.

“Damn, I miss my husband,” I heard her say, “I’d give anything to have a good hard prick to ride once in a while. This jilling is getting old.”

I didn’t hear what the guy said but Ma said, “Yeah, but you can fuck your daughter whenever you want to.” She was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “Christ, don’t think I haven’t thought about it. But I’d hate to try seducing him and have him hate me for it.”

Stunned, I crept out of the house and walked around the neighborhood. trying to get things straight in my head.
No matter what I thought I saw, that couldn’t have been my mother in there. And she couldn’t have said what I thought I heard. But I’d seen her and heard her, there was no doubt about that. Geezus Aitch Keerist, Ma’s chatting with a guy who’s fucking his daughter? And she want to fuck me? How could one kid get so lucky?

I could just see myself running home and jumping on Ma. After she got done beating me to a pulp she ask what the hell I was doing. No, I’d have to let her know I wanted her as bad as she wanted me, but how?

All the rest of that day and evening I wracked my brain trying to devise a plan. Ma kept giving me odd looks, probably because I wasn’t talking as much as I usually do. That night, after our normal routine of watching a movie on TV, Ma took her shower.

“Ray, what’s wrong?” she asked when she came back, “You haven’t said three words since you got home. Are you mad about something?”
Okay, here goes. “Ma, can we talk about something? Something real personal?”
“Sure, Hon, what is it?”
I took a deep breath, held it a minute, then said, “I got home early today.”
“I know,” she said, “About an hour or so. And?”
“No, real early. While you were on the computer. I saw and heard you and that guy in the chat room.”

Her face turned beet red. “Oh my God, Ray, I’m so sorry!”
My next question caught her off guard, “Ma, how old’s that guy’s daughter?”
“Huh? His daughter? I don't know, 18, I think, why?”
“Does he force himself on her?”
“No, uh , I don’t know, I don’t think so. But why are you asking?”

I stood up and said, “I‘m gonna take my shower, I stink of sweat. You wouldn’t have to force yourself on me, Ma,” and before she could say anything I left the room.
She must have been listening outside the bathroom door, ‘cause as soon as I pulled the shower curtain back she poked her head in.

“Need a clean towel?” she asked.
Holy shit, it’s happening! “Yeah, I guess. Wanna dry my back for me?”
She came in, her robe open, and I couldn’t help giving her a wolf whistle.

“Thank you, Kind Sir," she said with a wide smile and pointed at my stiff dick, “That looks like you really mean it.” I stared at her, taking in the firm, slightly sagging tits, the little bulge below her belly button, and the dark red, curly V pointing down to her pussy.
“That whistle doesn’t even say enough,” I choked, “Jesus, Ma, you’re fantastic!”

“You’re pretty fantastic yourself,” she said, “Here, let me dry you off so you don’t catch cold.”
“I warn you, if you get close enough I’m definitely gonna cop a feel or two. Or three. Or four.”
“Is that a promise?”

She made it easy for me to cop all the feels I wanted, standing close so I could hold her boobs, opening her legs when I reached for her snatch. She spent so much time carefully drying my prick and balls I damn near came in the towel, and told her so.

“Would you like to? We have plenty of time to get you back in prime shape.” I didn’t answer, she didn’t wait for an answer, with a smile she began to jack me off, very slowly and very gently.
“Your father used to love this,” she whispered, “Your cock’s exactly like his.”
“You sure? Mine’s only five inches long.”
“I’m sure,” she said, “His was only four and a half. But it was beautiful, and he knew how to use it.”

My knees were getting weak. “Sit on the toilet,” Ma told me, “It’ll be better that way.”
She leaned over me, stroking my dick, and I kneaded her tits and fingered her twat.
“I wish you had come home early a long time ago,” she said and kissed me, “Your finger feels so much better than mine. Suddenly everything came to a boil, my stomach knotted, my chest got tight, and Ma got my prick aimed down into the toilet just in time for my first spurt. She milked every drop out of me, wiping the last few off the tip with her finger. She wet a washrag in warm water and wiped my dick again, then washed her hands.

“Would you like to meet Cecil?” she asked.
“Who’s that, the guy on the computer?”
“Uh huh. Maybe he’ll introduce us to his daughter.”
She was still at the sink and I got behind her, separated her cheeks and tucked my dick in between them, then took hold of her tits. “I ain’t interested in him or his daughter,” I whispered in her ear, “Not right now, anyway.”
She was breathing heavily when she turned and put her arms around me. “You know, I haven’t felt this good in years. I love having you feel me up, I can damn near cum just like this. Do you know why I jacked you off just now?”
“Not really,” I said, “But it don‘t make any difference, I liked it,” I was squeezing her cheeks and tickling her asshole with one finger. “You can beat my meat any time you want to.”

“I didn‘t want you to cum too quick later on.” She had hold of my prick, which was hard again. “Let’s go to bed before I cum right here.”
“Slide it in slow,” she guided me, “I want to enjoy every single inch of you. Aahh, that’s the way, God, your cock feels good! Now stop! Don’t move! Mmmm, delicious! Now, just move it slow, that’s perfect, see, I told you I’d probably cum in a hurry. NOW FUCK ME, RAY, OH JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOOODDD!!!”

She had her arms and legs around me, her heels on my ass, so tight I couldn’t really pump her, all I could do was move my hips in circles. But that was good enough for me, and seemed to suit Ma.

“Huh! Huh! Huh!” she repeated, squeezing me even tighter with each “Huh!” ma’s pussy was something else, gripping my prick whenever she grunted, almost like giving me a blow job.
Her spasms tapered off and ended, and she gave me a sleepy looking smile.

“That was perfect, Ray, Sweetheart, Now it’s your turn to fuck me as hard and as fast as you like.”
“I’d rather fuck you slow and easy, so I can enjoy it longer,” I told her, and she chuckled and kissed me.
“I was hoping you’d feel that way. Your prick feels so good I might even cum again.”

Talk about proud! I’d already made this woman cum once and she was telling me I was so good she might come again. And she had said my dick was longer than Pop’s. I felt like a young version of John Holms.

I took long slow strokes, pulling out till just the head was inside, then easing back in. I hoped she would cum again but I knew there was no way I could wait for her. I could feel my own building up, that tingling, tickling feeling that says I’m about to explode. And at the very instant my first spurt hit the back of Ma’s pussy she said, “Oh my fucking God!” in a loud whisper and went into another series of spasms almost as wild as the first.
I have no idea how long it lasted, it seemed like forever but was probably only a few seconds. I can say I’d never had a cum feel that good. When it was over we just laid there, damp with sweat and trying to catch our breath.
“Phew!” Ma said with a wide smile, “That was fantastic!”
“Give me a couple minutes and I think I can do even better,” I bragged.

“Whoa,” she said, “We ain‘t making porno movies here. I don’t want us to get carried away with this, good as it is. You’ll stay here tonight, but tomorrow morning we go back to normal.”

She saw the look on my face and kissed me, “Aw, stop your pouting, I’m not cutting you off, just setting some limits. If we go at it like a couple of horny teenagers it won’t be long before you or me, or both, gets worn out and bored. I promise, you’ll get plenty of pussy from now on, you’ll just have to get used to fucking on my terms.”

I would have much rather moved into Ma’s bedroom permanently, but I soon got used to her way. She liked to surprise me, like one night, just before I went to bed, she said, “You know, Ray, if you ever expect to be a good cuntlapper you need experience. Why don’t you come to my room for a little practice?” Her pussy ws delicious, and my only complaint is that I couldn’t get my tongue farther inside, and that she didn’t squirt when she came, like in the porn movies. I mentioned it to er, and the next time we fucked she had us sixty-nine, so I ended up eating my own cum from her cunt. We both enjoyed it so much it became our regular ‘after fuck clean up.’

Then there was the Sunday we got home from church and she said, “The reverend’s sermon got me to thinking that it’s been a good while since I sucked a nice cock. Can I try yours?”
Another time she said, “I have an awful itching, could you check to see if I have hemorrhoids?”

Of course she didn’t, but after two enemas to insure cleanliness I gave her a lengthy and thorough examination and she decided that it would be a good idea to massage the affected area, inside and out, and the only proper tool was my prick.

Ma still chatted with Cecil once in a while, and about six months after me and her started our relationship Emily, his daughter, and I, got into the chat with them.

Emily wasn’t too bad looking, a redhead like Ma, a little plump, a nice set of perky tits, and a hairless pussy. I guess when she saw Ma’s bush she figured I liked hairy better than bald, which I do, so she quit shaving, and as the months went by she grew a very pretty muff, a lot darker than her hair, close to brown, more auburn than red.
After I turned eighteen I got a full time job and Ma told me to start looking for my own apartment.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll still have our sleepovers. But I get the feeling Emily’s falling for you, and if the feeling’s mutual you’ll need someplace for the two of you.”
Sure enough, when I was nineteen Cecil asked us if it’d be okay for him and Emily to visit. To make a long story short the four of us hit it off very well, and on Emily’s twentieth birthday we had a double wedding.

Our honeymoon was a week long orgy. Emily was just as kinky as Ma so by the time we got home we were exhausted. Ma and Cecil got home the same day and they were just as exhausted, so for the next couple of days our visits were short and strictly social.

But soon we were all rested and horny and back to sexual antics. I almost got jealous the first time I saw Cecil fucking Ma, till I realized I was fucking his daughter. And I had some doubts when Ma said we should change partners for a sixty-nine. I enjoyed eating my cum, but wasn’t anxious to sample Cecil’s. Turned out his didn’t taste much different than mine. Then it wasn’t much of a leap to go from sucking jizm out of a cunt to sucking it out of a cock, and now the four of us are happily bisexual, though being fucked in the ass took some getting used to.

For now Emily's on the pill, but we plan on having children later, and Ma and Cecil have already decided that as soon as they get old enough to decide, say 18 or 19, they can join our little family affair.