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Author: Kimiko Komatsu
Contact: kimiko5579@mail.com
Published: 19-Sep-17 Revised/Updated 04-Oct-17


A story of a Mom and her two sons and how terror can turn to ecstacy...

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Introduction

The chapter structure of this story may be different from what you, the reader, is accustomed to seeing. Each chapter may be divided into as many sections as there are characters participating in that chapter. As we all know each participant in any event can, and often will, see and describe the event from their own particular point of view which often differs from the other characters involved.

I've given each character the opportunity to tell you, the reader, their own unique viewpoint by providing them with their own personal portion of each individual chapter. It's my opinion that this will make the story more interesting and will allow you the opportunity to become more familiar with each character.

I assure you, the actual chapter structure in easier to understand than my explanation.

I sincerely hope you like my story and that it will provide you with a pleasant and hopefully exciting diversion.

Kimiko

Prologue

My name is Kimiko and I live with my husband Tommy and our two sons, Sean who's 16 and Mike who's 15. I'm a stay at home wife and mom. Tommy is the head of the United States sales division of his family's Japan based manufacturing business.

I'm 38 years old and a I'm first generation Japanese-American. My parents were born and raised in Japan and came to America as adults. I know very little of Japanese culture and know only a few words of the language. The only time I've been to Japan was to attend Tommy's mom's memorial service.

Tommy, my husband, was born and raised in Japan by Japanese parents and came here after finishing college in Japan. For most of the years since then he's been the president of his family's business interests in America. Tommy's your typical Japanese male in that his way is the only way and nothing is ever open for discussion. That may work well at the office but at home it creates problems.

Our marriage has always been far from perfect but perfection was never anything I expected or assumed that I deserved. I was neither happy nor unhappy with our marriage. One of the biggest reason for my ambivalence is that I only had my parent's relationship for comparison. I had only one longterm female friend and she married after I did.

Sex was never something I derived great enjoyment from. I never masturbated until I was about 16. I was almost 17 before I managed to give myself an orgasm. While I found masturbation to be pleasurable it was nothing I ever felt compelled to do. Sometimes, late at night, when I had difficulty falling asleep, I would play with myself until I felt the release. Masturbation was something I could stop doing completely and not really miss at all.

I was skinny and flat-chested throughout my youth and didn't attract much attention from boys. It wasn't like I was ridiculed or made fun of. I was just ignored which is undoubtedly better than being tortured for being different. I lost my virginity when I was almost 20. A friend convinced me it was time and I sort of agreed. You can see how I was horribly passionate about the whole deal. The same friend set me up on a blind date with someone she said was a pretty cool guy. She must have owed him something because from the time we met his only objective was getting my jeans off. Like I said, I was flat-chested so the only part of me that interested him was inside my jeans.

I was thankful that, at the very least, he had a supply of condoms. I made sure of that very early in the evening. Becoming pregnant or contracting a disease was not something I was willing to risk for what I expected to be a less than stellar experience. It was a low budget event that unfolded completely in his car. We made out for a few minutes while he ground his hand into my crotch. He appeared to be only slightly more experienced than I was. He took my hand and placed it on the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. I squeezed it a few times and he really seemed to like that. He quickly opened his jeans and pushed my hand inside. His was the first penis I touched. It was hot and very hard and bigger than I expected. I squeezed it and stroked it and he appeared to be quite happy with everything I did. The faster I stroked and the harder I squeezed the louder and more urgent his grunts and moans became. In the meantime, until he became too excited, he was jamming two fingers inside me. Without any warning his body stiffened and he gasped and shot a load of cum all over the front of my best cashmere sweater. I wished he'd equipped himself with one of the condoms before he defiled my favorite sweater.

Eventually he got my jeans and panties completely off with a lot of help from me. What he had been doing to me was OK but it was not as good as what I did to myself when I masturbated. By now my main desire was to get this over and done with so I opened my legs as wide as the back seat would allow in my best attempt at becoming enticing. He asked if I was ready and before I could say or do anything he was on top of me. I screamed for him to stop which he did do immediately. He looked at me like I was insane. I reminded him of the condoms. I watched him roll it on and again he was on top of me. I felt pressure and then more pressure and he started to enter me. I was working on becoming terrified when he thrust very hard and was completely inside me. It hurt like Hell and I shrieked which he must have mistaken for the throes of orgasm. Right after that he thrust hard and deep, groaned and then relaxed. I was assuming he had just came inside me but I was only guessing.

That was it. He got his clothes back on I got mine back on and he took me home. He was happy and I obviously didn't matter. I'd just had my first, but definitely not last, experience as a human cum receptacle. I may have given too rosy of a description. I probably shouldn't have used the word "human". Kimiko the cum receptacle. I should have had t-shirts and bumper stickers made with my new logo.

He didn't even walk me to the door. I opened the door and my parents were watching TV. "We didn't expect you home so soon," My mom said.

"I didn't either," I answered. I saw them both staring at the semi-dried blob of cum on the front of the cashmere sweater that Aunt Naomi had given me last Christmas.

"Is everything OK?" My Dad asked.

"I'm fine," I lied in what I thought was a perfectly convincing manner but he knew what had happened.

That same friend must have felt she owed me a refund or something because it wasn't long until she fixed me up with a different date. She told me that I would have a lot more in common with this one than the first one. She assumed that the fact we both looked Japanese meant we had more in common. After I met Tommy I began to believe she may have been onto something. He didn't seem to be after sex and sex alone. Upon reflection he may not have been interested at all. He seemed to be more polite but that could have been indifference. Looking back now, through the filters of time and experience, I see everything differently.

I know now, at the insistence of his father, he was looking for a wife . He had no desire for a wife to get in the way of his being a semi-wealthy playboy but if he didn't comply there was the risk his younger brother would be sent to the States to take his place. I have no idea why he picked me unless he liked the skinny, flat, stick-figure, subservient type. I guess it was exactly what he was looking for. My parents found him to be a man who could be expected to support me since he always had lots of money. It seems their expectations were no higher than mine, or vice versa.

Tommy and I were married. We led a moderately comfortable life and I was forbidden to take a job outside the home. Somehow my doing so would make him less of a man so I tried to amuse myself beyond cooking and cleaning. Sex was still no big deal to me. When he wanted sex I was supposed to provide, immediately. He was never willing to spend time helping me get ready; to become excited. When he thought I should be ready he took me whether I was or not. He frequently hurt me and never cared. Sometimes, if I knew what was coming, I could masturbate and occasionally lubricate enough that he didn't hurt me as much.

Soon I was pregnant with Sean. When he was born my life suddenly had meaning. I had someone I wanted to care for. My days were filled and I was happy. Again, the filters of time and experience allow me to realize that I was happy. I just wasn't as happy as I could or should be.

Sean's birth did something else. Bearing a child had physical effects on me as well. I grew boobs and I put on a few pounds in the right places, boob and hips mainly. When I looked at myself in a full length mirror I finally saw a woman. Within a year Mike was born and my self-worth doubled.

At the same time Tommy's opinion of me seemed to fall dramatically. He began calling me fat and ugly. I had gained weight but I wasn't fat. Three months after Mike was born I was 5 ft. 3 in. Tall, weighed 121 pounds and measured out at 35-21-33. Now, when Tommy wanted sex he would bend me over a chair and force himself into me from behind. He said he didn't have to look at me then. He hurt me every time; in more ways than one. This didn't change until the boys were old enough that sex needed to be done where they couldn't observe.

I spent a great deal of time with the boys every single day. We played and I taught them everything I could to make them well rounded intelligent children. Tommy seldom said a word to the three of us when he was around. The boys were afraid of him because when he did interact with them he was gruff and short. As the years went by he also started leaving me alone, sexually. I'm all but sure he was getting what he needed from his secretary or another office employee. He wasn't a likable man, not around me anyhow, but I could see him as an ace at workplace sexual harassment. The years passed and I still thought I was about as happy as I could expect to be. Then our lives changed suddenly and completely.

Chapter 1

Our Lives Hit the Fan

One evening, when Sean was 16 and Mike was 15, we were all around the dinner table and the boys brought out their report cards for their father's approval. He never lifted a finger to help the boys with homework, or anything else for that matter, but he did demand to see every grade they received. Both boys almost always brought home straight As. Exceptions were rare and usually explainable.

This day Sean had received his second A- in Social Studies. All his other grades were the normal As. Mike had a brand new A- in Math. He and I thought this was a mistake made by the teacher and I had made an appointment, earlier that day, to address our concerns with the teacher. Tommy made it very plain that he was not pleased and sent the boys to their rooms. This was unusual because they hadn't even finished their meals.

Tommy neatly folded todays copy of The Wall Street Journal and stared at me. I knew it was serious because the folding of the Journal was about as serious as it got. Then he started this clipped, staccato speech so common among Japanese speaking males who are pissed off and speaking English. He began by making it perfectly clear that he considered what he referred to as "falling grades" were my fault and my fault alone because I had "failed to create an atmosphere where two young men could be expected to be well rested and relaxed sufficiently to study hard, retain what they studied and perform well on tests at school." He sounded like he had rehearsed the speech. I'm almost certain he had done just that.

Then he went on about how his mother had not failed to provide the proper conditions where her two young sons could meet their potential for learning. It was an excellent speech. He used all the talents that come so naturally to a pompous ass. Then he told me to sit down and pay very close attention. His voice carried the weight of a physical threat. When I was attentive enough to please him he continued his monologue.

"When my younger brother and I were Sean's and Mike's age my mother had been having a sexual relationship with us for well over a year. This was fairly common in the area of Japan where I grew up. It was a tradition. We (meaning the Japanese people) have always cared deeply about our son's educations and their abilities to enter the finest schools and learn to perform to their potential. Mothers knew that relieving their son's sexual tension was necessary for them to reach their full potential. Kimiko, from now on it's your responsibility to do this for Sean and Mike."

I sat there stunned and horrified. My husband, the father of my children, had just ordered me to have sex with my own sons. This couldn't be as bad as it seemed. I must have misunderstood something. What he had just said was completely unthinkable. I asked, "You don't mean having sexual intercourse with my sons?"

"Yes, I mean you having sexual intercourse with them and I mean for you to provide any type of sexual release they want," he explained.

"I... I.. I won't do that. No. I refuse. You can't make me do that," I protested.

He calmly got up from the table and went to our room and went to bed. I spent the night on the couch trying to imagine how anyone could demand this of me. Several times I went to the bathroom and lost the contents of my stomach. This was not going to happen. I was not going to have sexual relations with my sons and that was final.

I was up bright and early, showered and dressed and ready to leave the house by the time the boys were ready for school. I had to get away for awhile. I avoided even looking at the boys. I was afraid they would be able to read my mind and know what was going on inside it.

I did every sort of shopping imaginable. I spent most of the day out and about. It was easier to forget what had been demanded of me when I wasn't in the room where it had happened. Finally I went home and was shocked at what I found. All my belongings were packed and stacked outside the front door. When I tried them none of my keys fit the locks on any door. Then I saw a neatly written note perched atop my belongings. The note read, "When you didn't agree to my request I had no choice." Tommy had spoken. His demands were refused and he retaliated.

I had nowhere to go. As a couple we were well to do but I never had anything beyond a weekly household allowance. I had no money for a hotel or motel room. I had no friends I could spend a few days with. My parents had been killed in a car accident a few years earlier. I had a small inheritance but Tommy had "invested" that for me and I had no access to it except through him. I did the only thing I could do. I got back into the car and cried. I had no options. I had no choices. I waited for Tommy to come home. He asked me if I had changed my mind and if I was now willing to comply with his demands. I said I was. I had no idea how I could do what he demanded but I had no choice. That wasn't good enough for him. He wanted more. "Yes, I agree to have sexual intercourse with our sons," I said as I stared at the ground. He opened the front door and told me I was allowed to come inside and if I wanted I could carry my belongings back inside as well. I was also told that I could have new keys once I'd proven I'd learned my place.

Chapter 2

Coping

I was broken. My only choice was to comply with Tommy's demands. I was standing at the kitchen counter cutting beef for stew when he came up behind me and said, "I'm also going to watch you having sex with them whenever I want. I mean I will if they'll accept you as a sexual partner."

I had been pushed too far. As meek and mild as I was that was too much. I whirled around and grabbed him by the hair and twisted. I jerked his face close to mine and laid the butcher knife against his throat. I heard myself say things I never imagined possible. "I may have no choice in this but you will not watch your sons have sex with their own mother. I will not allow you to do that to them. You agree to that now or I'll slit your fucking throat from ear to ear. If you agree and later change your mind I will kill you in your fucking sleep." I slowly drew the edge of the blade across his throat until a trickle of blood ran inside the collar of his expensive shirt. "Do you fucking understand me?"

All the blood drained from his face and I thought he was going to pass out. I looked down and the front of his pants were wet. Tommy had pissed himself. "Do you fucking understand me?", I screamed into his face.

This time he grunted a quiet "yes". I shoved him away as hard as I could and he fell over one of the dining room chairs. After going to the bathroom and making certain he was going to survive the knife attack he came back to the kitchen.

"If it's OK with you I want you to start as soon as possible with the boys." He said meekly. I didn't answer. For those brief moments I had been in charge of my life but I knew it was temporary.

I had never harmed or threatened anyone. I had never considered doing either to anyone no matter what they may have done to me yet I meant every word I had said and I knew I was issuing promises and not threats. Tommy peeing his pants told be he knew it wasn't an empty threat. Even a mouse, when pushed too far, will fight back.

Somehow I made dinner and didn't burn the house down or poison anyone. The boys sensed something wasn't right because dinner was quieter than usual. I got them off to their room with a request for them to come and get me when they had finished their homework. I couldn't stop shaking. I'd never been so nervous in all of my life. Soon Mike came to me and told me they were finished with their homework. I followed him to the bedroom they shared.

Chapter 3a

Learning - Kimiko's Version

I went into their room and sat on the end of Mike's bead. I asked the boys to sit on the end of Sean's bed. I was still shaking. I was having problems breathing. I stared at the floor. Finally Mike asked, "Mom, what's wrong. We've never seen you like this before."

I started sobbing. "Mom, you've got to tell us what's wrong," Sean said.

I finally regained some control over myself. "Boys, you're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you."

"You're not dying or something? Please... just tell us. This is torture." Sean said.

I just blurted out, "Your Dad says I'm supposed to have sex with both of you." The room became quiet. The room became very quiet. "Neither one of you has to do this if you don't want to. I will not allow him to force you." Again, there was a long silence where I prayed they would both say that they didn't want to do this.

Sean was the first to speak. "I don't have some deadly tropical disease where I'm delirious and in a coma and this isn't really happening, am I?" Both boys looked at me with wide, expectant eyes.

"No, Sean.", I said as I shifted my gaze to the floor. "You're not delirious and you're not in a coma and it's for real."

Both boys looked at each other for several seconds and as perfectly as if they had been rehearsing for hours said at precisely the same instant, "Kewl."

"I didn't think either one of you would want to do something like that with me," I said quietly while still staring at the floor.

"Why not?" Sean asked.

"Because I'm your Mom for one thing," I said. "And I'm not pretty like the young girls you see every day."

"Are you crazy?" Mike said. "You're way more pretty than any of them."

"I know you don't mean that," I said while staring at the floor.

"He does too; we both do," Sean said confidently.

"Seriously, Mom," Mike began. "Where have you been? Moms are considered hot today. OK, not all Moms but Moms like you. Among our friends you're the hottest."

Then Sean spoke up, "You are. All our friends agree you're a MILF."

My head was reeling. I wasn't ready or expecting to hear anything like this. "This is too much for me." I sighed. "What's a MILF?"

Mike looked at Sean before answering, like he was looking for approval. Sean nodded his head telling Mike it was OK to continue. "It's one of those words like when FBI stands for Federal Bureau of Investigation."

I was getting more confused. "I understand that now boys but what does MILF stand for?".

Both boys blushed before Sean blurted out, "A Mother I'd Like to Fuck." That comment started my head swimming. What was happening? Suddenly I wasn't terrified anymore but my face felt like it was on fire. I was blushing that badly.

After a long pause Mike asked, "Are you sure this is for real?"

"Yes it is," I answered.

I saw both boys look at each other and exchange huge grins. I still wasn't in favor of this but it was going to be easier since I knew the boys wouldn't be doing anything against their will. I was a bit disturbed by one thing that was completely unexpected. My panties were wet and I hadn't peed myself. My panties were wet because I was sexually excited. I was thinking about this when I heard Sean saying over and over, "Mom, Mom, are you OK?"

"I'm OK guys. This is just a lot to adsorb."

"Mike, as usual, spoke up. "When do we start?" Sean smacked him across the top of his head.

"What the He...?" Mike shot back.

"Stop being a jerk," Sean explained. "That's like asking how much money you're going to get for your birthday."

"It's OK, Sean. It's a reasonable question. Your father has said no later than Friday evening," I explained. Two mouths dropped open and four eyes opened very wide but not a word was said. That meant it was to happen the day after the day after tomorrow.

"Guys, please bear with me. This is as new to me as it is to you. I have a way I want to do this. I've thought about this a lot. I want to do this as naturally as possible. It's not going to be like you've never kissed a girl one day and lose your virginity the next."

Both boys nodded their heads without saying a word.

"I have some questions if you don't mind. What is this about rating each other's Moms sexually?"

"It's just not the other moms. We rate our own too," Sean explained.

"So you have both rated me sexually, is that right? How do you do that without us having ever......?" I asked as I blushed badly, "you know, done it?"

"We just do it based on what we can see." Mike began. "You know, face, boobs, butt, legs, how much boob you show, how much leg you show, how many beaver shots you give, ho...."

"Beaver shots?" I interrupted.

Sean took over then. "You know, what you see when you get to look all the way up a moms skirt."

"How do you judge that?" I asked.

"Lots of ways.", Mike explained. How short the skirt is, how wide the leg spread is, the type of panties or even sometimes the lack of panties, shaved or bush, the duration of the flash, the..."

"OK, OK.", I interrupted again. "This is an actual evaluation, I see."

"Sure it is," Mike said. "We take this stuff seriously."

I stared at the floor and blushed badly. Without looking up I asked, "So you both rated me?"

"We did," They answered together.

Then Mike added "Along with all our friends."

"How did I do?" I asked sheepishly.

The boys looked back and forth. "Me first?" Sean asked Mike.

"May as well," Mike answered.

"Well," Sean began. "You're the grand champion among all contestants in two categories and we both agree with the consensus. You have THE hottest boobs any of us have ever seen and you're ranked number one in "overall fuckability." There are bigger and there are smaller boobs but there are none finer and the category "overall fuckability" is pretty self-explanatory. Both boys simulated a roaring crowd and made me blush profusely.

My face was so red I thought I was going to pass out and my pussy was hotter and wetter than I ever remember it being. My own boys were describing to me, in detail, how they evaluated me, and their friend's moms in how sexy we were. I never had the slightest idea this had been happening.

"Enough about me, please. I am so embarrassed. You do this to all the moms?"

"Yepper, we do," said Mike.

"Please, tell me about one of the other moms you rate," I asked attempting to sound like I wasn't really all that interested.

Mike looked at Sean, "Jamie's mom?"

"No, that wasn't fair. He cheated so bad. I know it was hot but... no, not her. How about Alex's mom?"

"I can agree with that." Mike said approvingly.

"No, wait. Back up." I asked. "What about Jamie's mom?"

"Jamie was disqualified because of that," Sean explained.

"Yeah, what he did was wrong." That's not how we do this," Mike added.

"Now you've got to tell me. I've heard too much to stop now," I said.

"Mom!" Mike protested. "Moms aren't supposed to find out this kind of thing. This isn't something we normally do."

Sean leaned closer and swatted Mike across the head again. "Think about it. Think about what Mom brought us here to tell us." He stepped closer to me and kissed me softly on the lips. This was not a Mom and son type kiss and he held it way too long for a Mom and son relationship. "We can tell her."

I was not ready for that. Just a few short minutes ago I was still passionately opposed to what Tommy had demanded from me and now... now I was just passionate.

"OK, big Bro. You're right. Want me to tell it?" Mike asked.

"You may as well. It was your buddy that wrote the app," Sean said.

"What app? What's an app anyhow?" I asked, desperately trying to keep up with the unfolding story.

"You know, Mom. An app, an application for a cell phone. Sam's a freakin' phone genius and he wrote this kewl app we all installed on our phones. You could take a picture of a mom and enter it to be voted on and the mom be added to the group. After she was added everyone could discuss her and vote on all the categories," Mike explained.

"Categories?" I asked

"You know," Mike explained. Like we talked about before, boobs, butt, legs. overall fuckability. You remember? How else could we keep track and declare winners, like we did you in the boob category. Oh, I forgot, you also won the "overall fuckability" category.

"Apps, categories. I think I understand so far. Please, Mike, continue."

"Like I said," Mike continued, "Sam's a wizard and his app even included the ability to include pictures in every mom file. The idea started out just to have a picture beside each mom's name. You know, so it was easier to tell who was who."

I nodded my head hoping I was actually understanding his explanation.

"It was a lot more than that," Mike explained. "Jamie found out you could upload any type of picture, not just a tiny one for the profile. Are you sure you really want to hear this? It's pretty bad."

The more I learned the more hooked I was. Yes, I do."

"It was New Year's Eve. Sean and me were watching TV, you know, the stupid ball falling and stuff. After that we were watching a movie and our phones both vibrated at the same time. We picked them up and saw the notification that Jamie had uploaded new pics to the Hottest Mom app. I wasn't all that interested so I kept watching the movie and Sean checked out the pics. Next thing I knew he pounding on my shoulder saying that I needed to check this out."

Sean continued for Mike. "What I saw shocked me and I wanted Mike to see it before it disappeared."

Mike took over again. "The picture was from pretty far away but it looked like a woman who had collapsed on a bed. She was about half out of her coat and her skirt had risen pretty far up her legs."

"How far?", I asked. They had me hooked. I had to hear all of this story.

Sean made a motion with his hand against his own leg that indicated it was a little over half way up her thigh.

Mike continued, "It was an OK picture but nothing really great. Then the phones both vibrated again. It was a text message from Jamie. He said His Mom's best friend just brought her home from the New Year's Eve office party and he had to help get her upstairs to her room. He said he had posted one pic but he was going to try to get more so stay up and wait for some boner vote material."

"Hold on," I interrupted yet again. "Boner vote material?"

"Sean, you take this one, please?" Mike asked.

"Stick your big brother with all the tough stuff." Sean chuckled as he said this. "Boner votes are part of the app. Every member can add boner votes for any mom on the list. It shows up as a little hard penis beside each moms name. Then the boner votes are added up and that's how we pick winners."

"So if you feel like it you add a boner vote to whoever you want?", I asked.

"Not exactly," Sean answered.

"Then how does a mom get a boner vote. Wait. I think I've got it. If she gives you a boner you vote for her?" I speculated.

"Mom, this is tough to tell your mom, even if you're going to.... you know," Sean explained.

"Let me do it. I don't have a problem," Mike said confidently. He waited until he had eye contact with me and explained slowly and very clearly. I was mesmerized. "Mom, we add a boner vote to a moms score every time we jerk off..... sorry, masturbate thinking about a particular mom."

I felt like I'd had the wind knocked out of me. I was breathing harder. My face was flushed, yet again, I was dizzy and I desperately wanted to touch myself. Tommy had sex with me hundreds of times and I had never once been close to being this wet.

Finally I was in control enough of my breathing to ask, "Did either of you give her any boner votes?"

Mike, still making eye contact, asked, "Let me finish the story first?"

"Sure," I confirmed as I squirmed in my place on the bed.

"The pic wasn't too bad so we waited and watched another movie. Now I wish we had invited you in to watch with us. I think you may have enjoyed it."

He may have only been 15 but he knew what he was doing to me. I could see it in his eyes. He knew he was exciting me. Not only did he know what he was doing he was enjoying it. A quick glance to his lap proved exactly how much he was enjoying it. Part of me wanted to believe I was causing that bulge but the more rational part of me knew it was Jamie's mom that was causing it. I'm not always rational though and I continued to hope I was causing it.

Suddenly Mike was snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Still with us Mom? You seemed to be in a daze."

"Sorry, please, go on," I said trying to muster as much composure as I could.

"A second picture came through and it was more of a close-up and it was for sure Jamie's mom. Her coat was gone this time and he had propped her up in bed. One of her boobs was about ready to pop out of her dress and her skirt was higher and her legs open wider. Then another text came through. He said to look between her legs. She wasn't wearing panties but he was pretty sure she had been when she left to go to the party. That's when Sean gave up his first boner vote."

I simply stared in disbelief of what I had been hearing.

Mike continued, "Next picture he had pulled her top down to her waist and her dress up to meet it. This wasn't right. She was unconscious and she was his MOM. Next he sent a video. He was playing with her nipples and you could hear her moaning. I swear, Mom, she was moaning and then you could see him start playing with her clitoris. Her hips started moving and she got a lot louder."

Again, I was shocked. "You guys know about the clitoris?"

Sean answered, "Of course we do. We passed sex-ed."

"Then he moved the camera in even closer.", Mike continued. "You could even see how wet she was. Then he texted everybody and asked them to text him back right away if we wanted to see if he could make her cum. We didn't answer but a lot of guys did so he wet his finger inside her and really started playing with her clit."

I knew my face was bright red and I just hoped nobody was paying any attention to me.

"She was getting loud and moving her hips a lot," Sean added. "I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself from jerking off while I watched that.

"Sean wasn't the only one." Mike continued. "I gave up a couple boner votes myself. Mom, it was so freaking' hot but we both figured out that it was very wrong too. That's why we called 911 and told them what was going on."

"You guys did that? You called 911?" I was so proud of them.

"Sean did," Mike commented. "I knew it was wrong but it was still pretty freakin' hot and I was still casting my vote," Mike said with a sly grin.

Sean took over now. "I had to. I did it right after he put one of his fingers inside her. She didn't seem to mind at all but that was rape. We stopped watching then. When we opened the app two days later she had 211 boner votes. You had the most before that and you only had 195 in like two months. You would have had more but guys complained there were two of us putting in a bunch of votes so we stopped reporting them."

My mind was in overload. There was too much information to process. I had no idea that my own sons and their friends masturbated thinking about me and other moms and that they had high-tech ways of keeping track. I sat quietly and stared at them both for several minutes and then I opened my arms wide and invited them both to come get a big hug.

It was past bedtime and I wanted to get the boys to sleep because the next day was a school day. The hug seemed like a good way to accomplish that. It almost worked.

"Mom, one more thing," Mike asked sounding bashful for the first time of the evening. "Can you teach me to kiss you like Sean did earlier?"

I patted the bed beside me and Mike sat close to me. I thought an example was the best teacher in this case. As in everything else Mike was a quick study and it a few seconds it was no longer an example. Mike laid me back on the bed as we continued kissing. I knew my skirt was riding up way farther than a mom should allow in front of her boys but I didn't care. Then I felt Sean's hand sliding up my inner thigh. I started to gasp while I was still kissing Mike. Sean's hand never went past the hem of my skirt which was probably only an inch or so from my panties. I broke the kiss with Mike.

I was breathing heavily and there was no use in pretending differently. "Boys, bed time," I said while I tried to catch my breath. "Tomorrow, get your homework done as soon as possible and we get together here when you've finished."

"I'll get mine done in school," Mike said.

"Guys, you know how terrified and horrified I was just a few hours ago, don't you?" They both nodded their heads. "You two made it go away. I love you guys, goodnight."

I heard a simultaneous "Night, Mom," From both of them. I left the room and closed the door behind myself. I hesitated outside the door for a few moments. I considered going back inside and telling them one more thing. Then I reconsidered. There would be lots of time to ask if there was a way I could cast a boner vote for each of them... a few minutes in advance...

Instead, I went to my room and thankfully the bed was empty. Tommy was probably in a meeting that "ran late" like so many of his "meetings" did. I wasn't jealous. I was happy he was getting what he needed somewhere else without hurting me.

I lay back on my bed in exactly the same position I had been in on Mikes bed. I looked down at the hem of my skirt. It was actually a little lower than I had expected. It was doubtful that my panties had been exposed at all. Then I remember that when kissing Mike I had raised my arms and hugged him while we kissed. When I raised my arms in a similar manner I looked down again and my panties were plainly visible. When Sean ran his hand up the inside of my thigh he was no doubt seeing my exposed panties. My pulse quickened when I realized exactly how much he was seeing.

I placed my hand on my thigh with the intention of simulating the way Sean had touched me. A chill went up my spine when I managed to recreate what I had felt when his hand was on my thigh. As you may have gathered, from what I've told you about myself, I never was a sexually oriented person. Sex and masturbation held little if any attraction for me. My attempts at masturbation had basically been failures even the few times I managed, barely, to bring myself to orgasm. I already knew that this experience was going to be different.

I jumped up and ran to the bedroom door and turned the privacy latch on the door knob. I knew I would never be able to relax completely until I had done something to secure my privacy. If Tommy came home I didn't want him barging in on me. If the boys saw me I'm not sure how I would feel.

I went back to the bed and made myself comfortable in the same position as before. I closed my eyes and imagined I was with the boys and I again ran my hand up my inner thigh just as Sean had done and again I felt the same chill run up my spine. This time, after a brief pause, I did what I hoped Sean had wanted to do; I touched the crotch of my panties. I felt myself suck in a very deep breath as my hips involuntarily rose off the bed.

I jerked my hand away from my panties. I had never felt anything like this before. I wanted to go on but the feelings were so strong that they scared me. Very soon I realized that my body had a mind of it's own and that my hand was again touching my panties again. There was one major difference from when Sean touched me just a few minutes ago and now. Now the crotch of my panties was wet. It was very wet.

This time I used my middle finger to softly trace the line between my lips, my pussy lips. I'm getting wet again just writing this. Again I gasped and raised my hips off the bed. Had touching myself had ever felt like this before I would have spent a lot more time doing it.

I was becoming adventurous now. Actually I was becoming extremely excited and I think that sparked the adventurous impulses. I tried to image what Sean may have done had I given him more time. I started softly rubbing circles over my clitoris. I knew the boys knew about the clitoris and thought they would know what could happen if they rubbed it. Oh my God, it was wonderful. I moaned and shoved my hips into the air. I was already hooked. Doing this was going to become a bigger part of my life from now on.

While I continued rubbing soft circles over my clit I again got adventurous and squeezed one of my nipples with my free hand. The added pleasure I felt between my legs made me moan even louder. I was losing control. I put my hand inside my panties and felt how wet I'd become. All the good feelings were magnified when I wasn't touching myself through the fabric of my panties. My moaning and hip movements became a rhythmic affair as I continued giving myself pleasure I'd never experienced before.

I hurriedly pushed my panties down to my ankles and opened my legs wide. I was concentrating on being as quiet as I could be but I wasn't doing a very good job. I had experienced very few in my past but I knew an orgasm was coming fast. It was purely accidental that with all the wetness and my hips thrusting seemingly on their own that my middle finger slipped inside my pussy.

I shrieked "Oh, Jesus," loudly enough I surprised myself. The rest was a blur until lightning flashed inside my brain. I collapsed, exhausted. "So that's what it's like?" I asked myself. I stayed there a few minutes more collecting my thoughts. Then I got out and bed and walked quietly back to the boy's room.

I opened the door slowly and could hear Sean and Mike breathing slowly in their sleep. I knew how they sounded when they were asleep from the thousands of times I had checked on them in the night. Still, I went inside and looked. They were both sound asleep as I had thought. I breathed a sigh of both disappointment and relief. I slipped quietly out of their room and carefully closed the door. I hesitated outside. I didn't give into my baser instincts. Instead I went back to my room and clicked the latch on the knob again. I think I may have been a tiny bit out of control, but I didn't care. Not even a little. A few orgasms later I thought about how good all this would have felt if it had been the boys hands instead of mine.

Chapter 3b

Learning - Sean's Version

Mom was really weirding out on us. She took us into our room and sat on the end of Mike's bed and fell apart. Finally she just said something like, "Your Dad is making me have sex with you guys." Then she said something like, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I won't let him make you do it."

All I could think of was this must be like an old movie where the guy is in a coma and he's dreaming all this crazy stuff. She told me it was for real. I looked over at my younger brother Mike like, "What? Are we supposed to think this is a bad thing or what?" We both looked back at Mom and said. "Kewl", cause it really was kewl.

Then she started talking crazy like, "I didn't think you guys would even want to." She thought that being our Mom somehow would keep us from noticing how crazy hot she is. I told her about how all our friends thought she was a MILF and she didn't even know what a MILF is.

Mike said that, "MILF stands for a Mother I'd Like to Fuck." She didn't quite seem to get the idea that both of her sons had just said that they want to fuck her.

I guess I should understand how she felt because I was having trouble getting the fact that Dad told her she was going to fuck us all the time from now on. I had spent like 15 years trying to get laid and now my Mom, the hottest lady I know, tells me that from now on I can do her about any time I want. My dick was so hard it was throbbing.

Most of what went on is a blur. I remember we told her about our phone app and Jamie's mom. I got the idea that was making her pretty hot. We didn't tell her the whole story. That would have freaked her out I think. We stopped the story when Jamie was playing with his Mom's pussy and she started moaning. We told her that we called 911 but we didn't tell her we kept watching. Jamie went too far. When the cops started banging on their door he had put his dick inside her pussy. I didn't think she needed to hear that right now.

Once during all this I kissed Mom but it wasn't our normal kiss. It was full on the mouth. Like the way I would kiss a girlfriend. Mike had to get his share too and asked Mom if she would teach him how to kiss like that. He caught on real fast and as they were kissing he lowered her upper body back onto the bed so she was flat on her back and he was over her. When she went backwards like that her skirt came way up. I could see that the crotch of her panties was soaking wet. I slid my hand up her thigh and she opened her legs a little. I wanted to touch the wet crotch of her panties but I didn't. Yes, I was scared.

We went to bed and tried to sleep but we both jerked off once first.

Chapter 3c

Learning - Mike's version

I read both Mom's and Sean's version and I don't have much to add. That had been the biggest day of my life so far. I found out I was going to have sex with the hottest woman on the planet.

I may have been a virgin but I was still able to play with her mind. I think I made her panties wet without touching her. Shit, that's the kewlest thing ever.

I know my Dad is a total asshole and I know how he's treated her. Yeah, I want to fuck with her mind. I want to make her feel like somebody really loves her. I know she doesn't feel that way now. Sure, she knows Sean and I love her but I want to show her she deserves more.

Sure, I want to get in her pants. Who wouldn't? More than that I want to make her scream her head off and cum over and over again. I made her pussy wet without laying a hand on her. I want to mind fuck her and make her as happy as I can. My Mom has never been happy. I know. I've always been able to tell. I hope I can do something about that now.

I have to tell you this now. I didn't lie but I didn't exactly tell the whole truth about the Jamie and his mom thing. I let Sean tell it his way but he doesn't know everything that happened and I do. It just didn't feel like that was important enough to knock our conversation off track. It's a big deal but it's not that big of a deal. I'll explain this better later on in the story.

Going to school the next day was a total waste. I should have stayed home. I don't even know what happened. I was thinking about Mom. All my blood was in my dick all day. It's a miracle I didn't suffer permanent brain damage from prolonged oxygen deprivation. I was a freakin' Zombie.

Chapter 4a

Preparation - Kimiko's Version

I spent the day doing everything that didn't need done. My daily chores had been accomplished by 8:00 AM. By 9:15 AM I had vacuumed the whole house including all the closets and under all the beds and furniture. By 11:00 AM I had polished the silver twice. I should mention that by noon I had also masturbated twice. After the first time I didn't bother putting my skirt and panties back on. It felt so free and liberating to wear nothing below the waist. It was also drier that way.

I still wasn't sure what was going to happen tonight other than the fact we were not going to have sex. I promised myself that the boys were going to have as much of a "courtship" as possible. I wanted their first times to be more like the dating ritual than simply getting a prostitute. After last night I knew refraining from sex was not going to be easy. If we had more time I may not have been able to keep it from happening last night. God help me for saying this but I was more than ready. When Sean ran his hand up my leg while Mike kissed me I thought it was all over. Luckily they didn't know that they could have done anything they wanted to me. I never expected his hand to stop where it did. To be honest, I didn't want it to stop where it did.

You may think I'm a bit of a slut. The idea of sex with my boys was repulsive to me one minute and the next I'd have allowed them to do as they pleased with me. All I can say is I'm as shocked as anyone. I never expected to feel the way I do now. I never knew I could feel the way I do now. Never in my entire life had I wanted sex. Now I do but I want it with two people I shouldn't. I know two things. I know I have no choice. To keep my home I must have sex with my sons and I'm no longer opposed to that happening, even though I know I should be.

I made dinner early so all I had to do was warm it up. That allowed me a large enough chunk of the day for some serious contemplation. I had been shocked and surprised to learn how much the boys already knew about sex. They verified everything I'd ever heard about boys that age and their hormone driven obsession with anything sexual. Maybe I'm simply rationalizing but having their first time be with me seems to be a good thing as opposed to two teenagers entering into a relationship, with a girl their own age, where the primary goal is having sex that isn't the result of feelings for each other. This way, at least, Sean's and Mike's first time would be with someone who loves them.

The fact that they spoke so freely in front of me, their mom, about their feelings about moms in general and me in particular was something I had never expected. This was the thought I couldn't get out of my mind; that there was someone that thought I was sexy and who masturbated thinking of me. Best of all, both of my boys thought that.

When I had finished every possible household chore I could find I went into the boys' room and lay back on Mike's bed like I had last night. Maybe if I hadn't had a skirt and panties on, like now, they would have been more daring. I masturbated on Mike's bed thinking what it would have been like had they thrown caution to the wind and did what comes naturally, especially to hormone laden teenagers. I thought what it would have been like had Sean touched the crotch of my panties or even pulled my panties off. I imagined them both exploring me after my panties were gone. I imagined them fingering my clitoris like Jamie had done to his mom. I thought about them both stripping me naked. How long would it have been before one of them realized I wasn't going to stop them no matter what they did? Which one would it have been the first to push his penis inside me? What would it feel like when he started moving in and out of me? What would it be like when he ejaculated inside me? These thoughts drove me wild and kept me masturbating for over an hour. By the time I had finished it was 2:00 PM. The boys would be home by 3:30 PM and Tommy would be there shortly after them. I made a mental note to put my skirt and panties back on before then.

Then I had a brief panic. This was to be like a first date night for the boys. What was I going to wear? I didn't own anything particularly sexy because I'd never had anyone who cared about seeing me in something sexy. Tommy, after the boys were born, kept telling me I was fat and ugly. I believed him. He started wanting sex less frequently which was fine with me. The monthly ritual of him demanding sex this instant and then bending me over a chair and trying to get inside me when I hadn't had time to become ready was something I hated beyond belief. He always left bruises on my hips where he held me as tightly as he could while he tried to force himself inside me. Sometimes he would spit into his hand and rub it onto his penis before trying to push it inside me. Sometimes that worked. Either way it was painful and I was always in tears when he was finished.

I soon realized that I didn't have time to go clothes shopping and that the boys called me a MILF even though I never dressed up sexily. I would pick something nice from what I already had. This was the first time I felt confident as a woman. By the time I had finished my shower and gotten dressed, including panties and skirt, it was 3:15 PM. I had 15 minutes to wait.

The door opened exactly four minutes later. "You're both early," I said.

Sean and Mike looked at each other before Sean answered, "We just didn't waste any time today."

"Is there a reason for that?" I asked coyly.

Mike came up to me, showing just a tiny bit of hesitation and kissed me like he had learned to last night. "Yeah, there is. I wanted to see my MILF." I involuntarily took in a very deep breath. The he looked me straight in the eye and said very clearly, the mother I'd love to fuck."

I thought I was going to pass out. My son had just made it very clear that he wanted to have intercourse with me. I was never fond of the word "fuck" but hearing and seeing him say those words had a profound effect on me. I was almost in a daze when Sean took me in his arms and kissed me in the most inappropriate way a son could kiss his mom. When he broke off the kiss I was panting. I had honestly never before been sexually excited like this. The truth is probably that I had never actually been truly sexually excited in any way.

"Guys,", I gasped. "Please, I'm a little dizzy. Could you help me to the couch?" Within five seconds I was lying on the couch.

"Are you OK?" Sean asked.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Mike offered.

"Boys, you just overwhelmed me. I'll explain tonight if you'd like."

"We're going to make sure you do," Sean added.

We all heard the sound of the garage door opening and Tommy's car pulling into garage. "He's early too," Sean said.

Just before the door opened Mike noticed that my skirt was again up around my waist and it was exposing a pair of very wet panties. He quickly readjusted them to a more modest appearance. As usual Tommy grunted at the three of us and sat in his recliner and opened the newspaper.

"Sean, Mike, it's homework time," I suggested.

"Finished mine in school," Mike answered.

"I'll be done before dinner," Sean added.

"I'm not staying for dinner. I have a meeting," Tommy grunted after the boys had gone to their room. Then he did something quite extraordinary; he looked up from his paper. I assume you haven't forgotten about what I said about our sons' mental state?"

His voice was different. He was unemotional and not his normal, abrasive self. "I have not. Have you forgotten about my disagreement with you watching?" I asked.

Tommy touched the inch long scab on his neck. "I have not."

"Have you forgotten what I said about you changing your mind?", I asked.

"I have not," he answered.

"How soon will you be leaving?" I asked, hoping that I would rather it be sooner than later.

He looked at his watch and answered, "Now." Thirty seconds later he was gone.

Chapter 4b

Preparation - Mike's Version

I remember this as being the longest day of school ever. I just wanted to get it over with and go home. I didn't know what was going to happen tonight but I knew it would be the best thing that ever happened to me.

My dick was hard all day. The second person on my list of women I'd do anything to get into their pants was Miss Brennen, my math teacher. She was the only teacher I knew of who was sent home to change her clothes because her skirt was too short and she was showing too much boob.

She liked being looked at. It didn't take a shrink to figure that out. I liked looking at her. Maybe that's why I was one of her favorite students. I had many, many fantasies involving Michelle. That was her first name.

I really had it bad. I could tell she liked me and I kept thinking that one day I would be at home doing my math homework and my phone would vibrate and I would find a partially nude picture of her along with an invitation to her house. I keep hearing on the news that this shit really does happen. I kept hoping it would happen to me.

Today her skirt wasn't really short but she was sitting with her knees far enough apart that I could see her white panties under her black pantyhose. I wanted to run my hand up her leg so fucking bad. She caught me staring and grinned at me and I fucking swear her nipples got hard.

That got me thinking about the first person on my list of women I'd do anything to get into their pants, Mom. I thought about kissing her the night before and I swear, I think she got a little hot too. The way she took that deep breath. Fuck, that was hot. I was afraid to do anything else. I think tonight might be different. Tonight, tomorrow night. What made the difference? She told us we were going to get into her pants.

This is fucking torture. Everything I see makes my dick harder. I was so bad I went to the restroom in the middle of Miss Brennan's class just to whack off. By the time I got back to class I was hard again.

Finally, I met Sean and we went home without even hanging around for even a few minutes. Jacob asked me what the rush was and I wished I could have said, "Gotta run, sex with Mom tonight."

We got home and Mom asked why we were early. I got real ballsy. Maybe it was just that my dick had been hard for so long. Anyhow, I walked right up to her and kissed her like she taught me the night before. Then I told her that she was the Mom I wanted to fuck. She looked like she was going to pass out and Sean and I got her to the couch. She was fine but I want to think what I said to her had something to do with her having to lay down. Then we heard Dad's car in the garage and I noticed her skirt was way up. I pulled it down before Dad came in when I pulled it down I accidentally touched her panties. They were wet.

Dad wasn't staying for dinner so we all knew dinner would be enjoyable.

All day long I couldn't stop wondering if Mom was as excited as Sean and I were. I really think that we could have gotten into her pants last night. I kept thinking about what would have happened if I'd just done what I wanted to; slip my hand under the elastic of her panties and onto her wet pussy.

It's thoughts like this that kept me hard all freakin' day. That and looking up Miss Brennan's skirt at her panties that were probably wet too. This evening just can't come quick enough for me.

Chapter 4c

Preparation - Sean's Version

I read Mikes version and little bro pretty well summed it up. It was a long day. We never should have gone to school. Mom could have written an excuse that were were going to spend the day doing something educational. Not like the useless shit we did in school.

"Please excuse Sean's and Michael's absence yesterday. I was homeschooling them in the basics of sexual intercourse. Day after tomorrow they'll be absent again while we cover less common means of sexual gratification." I kept thinking how much I wish Mom would write us a note like that.

My dick was hard all day too, just like Mike's. We left school earlier than usual. When we got home Mike did what I wish I'd thought of. He went right up to Mom and kissed her and told her he wanted to fuck her.

He's a ballsy little fucker sometimes but he did the right thing. Mom almost fucking passed out. Makes me think maybe she's as excited about this as we are.

Another thing I noticed both last night and today is that now she seems not to care if we see up her skirt or anything like that. When she got up from the couch Mike had to pull her skirt back down to cover her panties. Mike reminded me that they were her "wet panties". I want to get into her pants so fucking bad. I just hope I don't screw it up somehow.

Chapter 5a

Getting Serious - Kimiko's Version

About five minutes later both boys came into the kitchen. "Homework's all done," Sean announced.

"Excellent timing. Dinner's ready too." We all sat at the table and did something we only did when Tommy didn't have dinner with us. We conversed like a normal family. OK, maybe tonight it wasn't like a completely normal family.

"Mom," Sean began, "Dad's gone and our homework is all done. Could we maybe start whatever we're going to do tonight earlier than you planned?"

I could feel my face turning red. "I don't know why not." I composed myself and then began what I had been working on in my head all day. "I wanted to discuss our sexual experience. I think it's important we know where we're all coming from. I know this could be embarrassing so I'll go first unless one of you would rather go first."

Both boys were obviously pleased that they didn't have to go first.

I looked back and forth between Sean and Mike as we talked, making eye contact with both of them. "I wonder how many of your friends moms give them her complete sexual history. I don't have much more experience than you guys do so don't expect me to be a great teacher. My hope is that we can learn from and teach each other."

"I was 16 the first time I masturbated and 17 the first time I gave myself an orgasm. I lost my virginity when I was almost 20. It was a date with a stranger that my friend had arranged. She thought it was time. It was awkward and painful and he took me home the second he got what he wanted. It wasn't something I wanted to do again. Since I was skinny and homely I didn't have any other offers anyway."

"Skinny and homely?" Sean interrupted. "No freakin' way."

"I'll get out some old pictures and show you if you want," I added. "Anyhow, then came your father. My parents liked him because he was well connected and had money. They thought that he would be able to take care of me. They pressured me to take him before he got away. I was a good girl. I did what I was told."

"He never had a lot of time for sex and when he wanted it he wanted it NOW. I seldom had the opportunity to become excited and so it always hurt and often he left me bleeding. He didn't care. It wasn't long before I was pregnant with you, Sean, and less than a year later you, Mike. The two of you gave me someone I could love with all my heart. Two pregnancies changed my body to what you see now. One that your father considers fat and gross so luckily he's wanted little sex since you were born, Mike. That is just one more way that the two of you are a blessing for me."

"I knew he was bastard but I didn't know he was that much of a bastard," Mike said with tears running down his cheeks.

"Yes," I continued. "I had sexual urges. That's a natural thing. It keeps the species going. I did masturbate but it didn't 'scratch the itch' so to speak. I haven't masturbated in several years because it never went anywhere. I couldn't orgasm; not until today anyhow." Now is when the story got harder to tell. "You two boys, actually young men, make me want you so badly. That's why todays sessions were different."

Mike held his hand up and I asked him if he had a question. I should have known better. Mike was becoming the king of embarrassing questions. "You say you never had an orgasm when you masturbated, not until today, right?"

I knew I should have left that part out. I blushed beet red and answered " Almost never. Yes, you heard and understood me correctly."

"But today you did have an orgasm when you masturbated?" he asked.

I stared at the floor and softly answered, "Yes, that's correct."

Of course he just had to ask the only logical question. "So what was different today from any other day?"

My face felt like it was on fire. I took several deep breaths, and I was gasping like a drowning woman. I composed myself as best I could. I looked Mike straight in the eye and said, "Today, I could have an orgasm when I masturbated because I was able to remember just how much you two excite me." I have no idea why I had to be so humiliatingly honest. "Now I'll answer the rest of your question, Mike, before you ask it. Why did I masturbate today, several times? Because neither of you were here to touch me."

"Do you mean that if we had been here you would have wanted us to touch you," Mike asked.

"If you want the whole truth, I would have wanted you to do more than touch me," I answered.

"Wow," Mike said softly. Sort of makes looking up Miss Brennan's skirt at her panties seem like a total waste of time.

I paused and collected my thoughts. The boys just stared. The room was so quiet one could hear the blood rushing to wherever it rushed when people get sexually excited. "Do I really excite you as much as you excite me?" I asked them. Mike left his seat and walked around the table to me. He extended his hand helped me out of my chair and took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. When he broke off the kiss he took my hand and placed it on the huge bulge in his jeans.

"You tell me," he said. Do you really excite us?" he asked quietly. I had seen the bulges but this was the first I'd ever touched one. Mike was bigger than I expected. He was hard and I was so wet. Why did I want to tease them and myself and wait another day? It was a plan I made when I was in control of myself so I had better stick to it.

I lifted my skirt and took his hand and slipped it under the elastic waistband of my panties. I gasped, "Does it seem like you excite me?"

"Holy fuck," he gasped. He kissed me again, more passionately than the first time and began softly rubbing my pussy. I had never felt anything like this. I couldn't breathe. I broke the kiss and pushed his face away from mine.

"Oh my God, Mike.", I gasped. "Please don't stop." I threw my arms around his neck and hung on tight. Not only didn't he stop he rubbed a little harder and a little faster. It was just a few more seconds before I felt the mother of all orgasms coming. He kissed me again and pushed a finger inside me and I exploded. Nothing intelligible came out of my mouth but I was certainly loud.

Mike softly stroked my cheek and leaned in close and whispered in to my ear. "I want to fuck you so bad. My biggest accomplishment is to have made you cum like that. I need my dick inside you. I need it inside you very soon." This time I kissed him. I was losing control fast. I found myself rubbing my crotch against his leg. At the same time I felt his hand on my breast. I was again gasping for air even before I felt his fingers squeezing my erect nipples.

I groaned into his ear, "Baby, I want you inside me so badly but I beg you, not right now." I knew it was getting out of hand when he jerked my panties down and, this time, pushed two fingers inside me. I was seconds away from orgasming again before I pushed Mike away. "Soon, Mikey, soon," was all I could say as I struggled to breathe. Mike smiled and pulled my panties back up. They had fallen half way down my thighs. He suggested it was because they were so much heavier when they were soaking wet.

After a short recovery period I managed to get us all seated around the table again. "Now you know my sexual history. Sean, would you go next?"

Sean cleared his throat. "I lost track of how many time I've jerked off. Most of them were while I was looking at a few pictures of you that I'd sneakily taken."

"I never knew about these" I said with a big grin.

"One is a picture I took of you getting out of the car. It wasn't fancy but your legs were spread pretty wide and your panties showed. The other one... do you remember that top, someone gave it to you and you were going to wear it gardening. You remember that?"

"I do." The thought of it made me blush.

"Remember how the arm holes were too big and from the right angle your whole boob showed?" he asked.

"I didn't know it was that bad but I knew it was awfully floppy."

"I snapped two pictures the day you wore it without a bra. I got a lot of side boob but no nipple."

All I could do was blush. I did remember that day.

"I jerked off a lot looking at those three pictures. As far as like dates go, I never got lucky but I did get my hand inside Jenny Kennedy's bra and in her panties but that's it. I think she was teasing me."

"Mike, your turn.", I said.

"If it's boring you want... " he said then laughed. "I grabbed a girl's ass one day and she spun around and smacked me across the face so hard it still stings a little bit. That's it. Told you it was boring. Oh, I almost forgot. I finger banged my mom until she came screaming." His smirk was priceless. He claims my red face was even more priceless.

Anyone want to say anything else before we..." I started blushing badly again. "... move on?"

I cringed when Mike raised his hand. I'm sure you've figured out, by now, that Sean is the calm and refined son and Mike, well, he's the lovable smart-ass. "Yes, Mike?"

"I guess this is an etiquette question. I'm not sure. Say like we're making you cum or even if you're making us cum, or anything else like that. Do we call you 'Mom' then or 'Kimiko' or what?"

Sean, in a lightning fast move, swatted Mike across the back of the head. "That's an asshole question."

"It is not," Mike shot back. "Just a minute ago I told her, 'I want to fuck you so bad' and 'I need my dick inside you'. It's just not personal that way but somehow it doesn't sound right to say something like, 'Mom, I need my dick inside you.' Think what it might be like for her to be called 'Mom' right before she undresses in front of us or even worse we undress her. Mom, what do you think?"

I wanted to say, "I think I need you to fuck me so bad and who cares what you call me," but I didn't. Yes, I was that excited but I was still attempting to hide the fact. Granted, I wasn't doing so well. I can tell when Mike's serious and he was very serious. I thought for a few moments before I came up with what was probably an excellent idea if I do say so myself.

"Mike, how about using the name my mom used to call me sometimes, 'Miho'? Would that be OK?"

"Does that name have a meaning in Japanese?" Sean asked.

"She called me that when I got onto trouble. She said it means "Little Fire," I answered.

"Little Fire," Mike repeated. "I like that. I like that a lot. A hot name for a smokin' hot lady."

I just blushed one more time. The problem was that every time Mike made me blush I got more excited. I'd never had the pleasure of being even a little excited when I was forced to have sex and here I was, so excited I didn't know what to do and it would probably be tomorrow night before I could do anything about it. Life is so odd sometimes.

It was time to move onward with the flimsy plan I'd made for the evening. I cleared my throat and tried to project a false air of calm. "As you know I've never done anything like this before. I already told you I want your experience to be as close to the dating ritual as possible but there's so little time." I shifted my gaze to the floor before I continued. "My plan was to do this in your room but since we're alone, at least for now, we can start out here if you would like."

"What exactly are we going to start?" Sean asked.

I paused for a few moments, hopefully collecting my thoughts.

"Miho, are you OK?" Mike asked.

"I am now. Thank you." Mike was always the master of ice breaking. I held out my hand to show them that I was shaking very badly. "You know what your father ordered us to do. It hardly seems as, ummmm, objectionable as it did a few days ago. I think we, uh, should spend some time.... since we don't have a lot of time doing what you... would probably have done with a girl your own age before you actually...."

"Got lucky?" Sean interjected.

"Well said," I concurred, right before the very long, very awkward pause."

Mark patted the couch cushion beside where he was seated. "Care to join me?" he asked quite politely.

I looked over at Sean. He hadn't said anything and I didn't want him to feel left out in any way. "I'm good." he said. You know I always watch first and after I feel more comfortable I join in." He was telling the truth. That was always how he was.

I sat beside Mike and he smiled and put his arm around me. That was all it took for my heart to start beating faster. "Have I mentioned how nice you look tonight?" he asked.

"Thank you," I answered, "but I'm just a plain Jane little Asian girl."

"Plain Jane my ass," Mike answered. His compliment was slightly more crude than I would have expected from him but that seemed to add to the level of excitement. He turned my face toward his and kissed me.

I could tell right then and there that I would have an incredibly hard time ever telling him "No." Between kisses he softly kissed my face and my neck. Then he kissed me and I felt his tongue probing my mouth. "Oh, God, Mike. I never knew it could be like...." He was kissing down my neck and unbuttoning my top at the same time. He was actually kissing my breasts while he slowly bared them. I was squirming and writhing and losing control. I felt the slight jerk as he undid the closure on the front of my bra right before I felt his lips and tongue all over my breasts.

I never intended for things to move this fast but I was as guilty as Mike for the quickened pace. We were acting like two sex crazed virgins. There was a possibility that was because we were, for all intents and purposes, two sex crazed virgins.

This was moving much much faster than I had planned but I was almost positive neither of us wanted to go any slower. I put my hand on his crotch and squeezed his very erect penis. He groaned and pushed against my hand while he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. While I was immersed in the feeling he slipped off my top and my bra. I was topless in front of both my sons and I didn't care even a tiny bit. I looked over at Sean and his eyes were riveted to my bare chest. If it was possible that made me just a bit wetter than before. Miked also paused and was staring. "My God, they're fucking beautiful," he gasped. If I wasn't excited enough before I was now. I had never felt this way before, ever. All I could think of was how much I wanted this young man inside me. I wanted him to open my legs and take me.

I turned in my seat and struggled with Mike's belt. I was losing the battle I was having with patience. I glanced at Sean for just a second and saw that he was as involved as either Mike or I and he was touching himself. I undid Mike's belt and the button on his jeans and finally the zipper. I pulled down hard just as he lifted his butt from the couch and his jeans and underwear were half way down his thighs. Mike was only 15 but he was at least as big as his father. I was mesmerized and I think Mike knew it. Now it was my turn to stare. Every man I'd ever had sex with, all two of them, had hurt me and Mike was at least as big as either of them. While I stared he unfastened my skirt and effortlessly picked me up off the couch cushion. Then he pulled my skirt down my legs and off over my feet before he stepped out of his jeans and underwear. I was sitting there in only my panties and Mike was left with only his shirt. He kissed me again and again and fondled my breasts and sucked and bit my nipples and gave me a hundred sensations I'd never felt before. All the while I was trying to squeeze and stroke his penis but what he did to me was too much. I couldn't concentrate on anything but what he was doing to me. I moaned and thrashed and loved all of it.

While he kissed and sucked my nipples and licked my breasts he teased my clit with his fingers. Several times he pushed two fingers as far as he could inside me. My God, it made me want him so badly. I held his hard penis in my hand and squeezed. The way he moaned let me know I was doing something right. I wished these feelings would last forever but they also made me want more; much more... and I wanted it now.

The he reached between my legs and literally tore my panties off my body. My brain was overloading and I was thrusting my hips wildly and grunting like an animal. I was terrified. I had no idea what was happening to me but I never wanted it to quit.

Then he began stroking my inner thighs. I was losing my mind. I was acting like a wanton woman. I needed something badly. Mike's touches kept coming closer and closer to my wet pussy. Each and every time I tried to thrust my pussy against his hand he pulled it away before I could make contact. Then he just barely touched my pussy. I screamed and thrust wildly again but all I felt was air.

"Are you hot, my little Asian girl?" Mike asked me.

All I could do was thrust and groan.

"Are you?" he asked again.

"Yes, God yes," I groaned.

The he started softly touching my pussy for just a second. Then he would let me barely touch his hand when I thrust my hips. "Tell me what you want, Miho."

I was close to exhaustion but I kept thrusting for the tiny bit of contact I got each time.

"Tell me, tell me exactly what you want," he taunted me.

I couldn't talk and I was completely spent and I couldn't raise myself off the couch anymore. I just lay there gasping and still trying to thrust. Then Mike began sucking and softly biting my nipples again and again I was very vocal in expressing my pleasure. Then suddenly I felt his fingertip inside me for a second and then it softly stroked my clit. I felt like I was going to explode but I didn't. He would only touch me long enough to trigger a thrust from me and then his finger was gone. I was almost delirious.

"Just tell me what you want," he teased me again.

I gasped as best I could, "M..make l... l... love to me."

"I thought you wanted to wait, Miho." He taunted me as he continued to rhythmically flick his fingertip across my clit.

"Please, Oh God, please," I begged. He picked me up from the couch and put me on the floor. I pulled my knees up and opened my legs. Mike lay on top of me and kissed me passionately. While we were kissing I felt him lower himself down onto me and his hard shaft rubbed against my clit. I was so close to cumming. He began moving his shaft against my clit. He was breathing as heavily as I was.

"Bro, do I wait until tomorrow or do I do what she wants?", Mike asked Sean between heavy breaths. I hadn't noticed before now but Sean was naked from the waist down and was slowly masturbating while he watched us.

"Mikey, this is so fucking hot," Sean gasped. "Give her what we all want and we can all cum together."

Shivers traveled up and down my spine. Mike kissed me again. That alone almost made me orgasm. When he broke off the kiss he stared into my eyes. "Miho, what do you want me to do?"

My mind was reeling and I could barely answer. I gasped the only two words that came to my mind, "Fuck me."

Then he said very softly and with so much feeling, "Mom, I love you so much," as he tried to push himself inside me. He was becoming frantic and couldn't get himself aligned properly. I took his hard penis in my hand and placed the head against my opening.

"Now, Baby," I prompted. I will never forget the look on his face as he pushed himself half way inside me. I used my last bit of energy to thrust my hips upward and he was completely inside me. Very slowly he started moving in and out of me. So this was what everyone had always told me was so fantastic. It had been a horror with my first two partners. With Mike it was sheer ecstasy.

I put both hands on his butt and held him tightly against me. "Let me enjoy you just being inside me," I asked. He looked into my eyes and I could see how hard it was for him to do what I asked but he did it anyhow. Finally it was me that could wait no longer. I pulled him closer and kissed him and then whispered into his ear "Fuck me, Baby."

He started grunting and thrusting harder and faster than before. "Miho, I'm gonna cum," he grunted. I could feel my own orgasm coming so fast. I can't describe.... I started screaming "Me too, Mikey. Me too," Mike thrust very hard and buried himself deep inside and came at the same instant I did.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with Mike still inside me and kissing my face. "Miho, wake up. Wake up," he kept saying. I know I woke up with the biggest smile I've ever had.

"So that's what it's like." I said groggily. "Know what else is really cool?"

"Besides you?" Mike asked me. I could feel myself blushing.

"Yes, besides me, I guess."

He softly kissed me before I could answer. "The fact that it was the first time for both of us."

Tears started streaming down his cheeks and the next thing I knew they were streaming down mine as well.

He looked down into my eyes and said, "Miho, you never have to live the way you did before, not ever again. You're a beautiful, loving, caring woman and you know what else?"

I was sobbing but I had never been happier than I was that second. He held me in his arms so tightly. "What else?" I asked.

He kissed me and I felt him pull his penis part way out of me. "I'm going to make sure that, from today on, you never have another doubt about how much we love you and how much we want you." Then he closed his eyes and slowly pushed himself back inside me.

"D... don't hold anything back," I gasped as I thrust my hips.

"Oh fuck, this is hot," I heard Sean say as he began masturbating again.

"Mikey, Honey. I always want to be you boys' MILF. Take me like you did in your fantasies." His arms tightened around me and he thrust hard inside me.

"I never imagined you would feel this good," he grunted as he thrust into me again and again.

Each time he thrust I heard myself moan. As his thrusts became quicker and more forceful I couldn't stop myself from sounding more and more like an animal. This orgasm was different. I had almost no warning. I heard myself shrieking, "Oh God Mike, I'm cumming again." I felt my entire body convulse. Then yet another revelation hit me; he wasn't stopping.

"This is what it's like..... when you're so fucking hot.... that I can't stop," my son, my lover said to me. I had two more orgasms before Mike had his second of the night and collapsed on top of me. When he recovered he sat beside me on the floor. "I hope any doubts you had about being a MILF are going away," he said while he stroked and fondled my breasts.

"I have no doubts about you," I confessed. Then I noticed poor Sean, sitting off to the side looking left out. He swore he wasn't but I wanted to make sure. I crawled over to his chair and reached for his penis but he told me he'd worn a blister on it tonight. A quick trip to the fridge for some burn medication applied with both hands and some careful stroking and Sean was close to cumming.

"Mom, please don't stop." he begged. I had no intention of stopping and seconds later he went off like a fountain. He was going to require some special attention once he healed.

It was late and we had totally lost track of time. Tommy should have interrupted us an hour ago so we adjourned to the boys room. I intended to thank the boys for the best day of my life and retire to my room but instead they insisted I stay with them in their room tonight. They flipped a coin and it was determined I would share Mike's bed. Since there was little to no undressing to be done we went straight to bed. We were exhausted.

That was when I told them I was calling them in as sick tomorrow. There was to be no school but we would be doing some serious learning anyhow.

Chapter 5b

Getting Serious - Mike's Version

I read Mom's version and she told you pretty much everything that happened so I'm not going to waste your time telling you again. I'd rather tell you stuff you don't know. Mom's not going to tell you everything. She's ashamed of a lot and I'm sure she's not trying to get anybody's sympathy. Some of the stuff I think you need to know, I'll tell you.

I think Mom's reason for the whole "sexual history" thing was pretty much what she said. It was to let us know she wasn't much more experienced than we were. I didn't know the stuff she told us but it didn't surprise me.

I'm the youngest and the smallest. I've always been the one easiest to overlook. I have to admit I've used that to get away with a bunch of stuff. Mom and Dad would do stuff with me in the room that I don't think they would have done if they realized I was there. One of the first things I remember from when I was real young was sneaking into a room, not sure what room it was, and seeing Mom bent over something. Dad was behind her and I think he had a robe on. Anyhow, he was screaming at her and she was shaking and crying. He spun her around and smacked her across the face hard, twice. She tried to run away but something around her ankles made her fall. She crawled away as fast as she could with him following her and kicking her.

I knew what he did was bad, even being that young. I never put it all together until her story about her experiences with him. What a fucking asshole. Some day I'll pay him back.

There's another thing and this one had upset me since the day it happened and even more after today. My old man's an abusive asshole but he's alway tried to buy us kid's love. That was easier, I guess, than really loving us and letting us love him back. I always get great stuff for my birthday and Christmas. A year ago I got a really kewl, miniature HD video camera. I had it for like two days before the pervert in me took over. I got the idea of hiding it in Mom's room and maybe catching her changing her clothes or something. What I did manage to do was catch her masturbating. Sounds pretty hot, huh? Not really. I couldn't really see anything except that she tried real hard and wasn't able to cum. When I watched the video I cried.

She's almost 40 and she may as well have been a virgin. That fucking sucks, for her. She deserves a lot better and I want to give it to her. The best thing that ever happened to me was making her cum. She had no idea it was going to happen. Miho is one hot lady and I'm going to fuck her mind along with her body.

I had been complimenting her a lot more the last few months. I wasn't playing a game. I meant every single one. It was a small thing she really deserved but never got. Just seeing her eyes light up was all the reward I needed. I had even started kissing her more often. Sean would rather die than have his friends see him kiss his Mom. Not me. If she liked it I loved doing it.

Time to get back to what happened. When I took her hand and put it on my hard dick and she squeezed it it felt so good I almost came. And then when she put my hand down the front of her panties. I mean, she put it there so what was I supposed to do? Her's was the first pussy I ever touched and it was soaking wet. Sex-ed at school taught us about the clitoris and stuff so I just went for it. I was surprised by how wet she was. Her panties were wet and her pubic hair was wet. I just rubbed her pussy for a little bit and then I wet my fingertip inside her and started stroking her clit. It was so big and hard there was no problem finding it. I experimented to see what she liked best. It was pretty easy telling what she liked and it seemed like she liked everything I did.

It was so fucking hot when she said. "Please don't stop.". I had no idea she would cum so quick. I held her in my arms while I fingered her to an orgasm. I felt her whole body shake but her scream really got to me. It was hard for me to believe that I made her scream that loud. That's almost as good as it fucking gets. If I hadn't jerked off right before this little talk started I would have shot a load in my pants.

She told us she had cum very few times in her life and I guess I wanted to make up for all that lost time. I probably shouldn't have but I whispered into her ear that I wanted to fuck her and I needed my dick inside her. I know it wasn't the coolest way to say it but it was what I felt. Then she started rubbing her pussy against my leg. Maybe grinding would be a better description. Then she said that she wanted me inside her. I had dreamed about this for years and it was so much better than I had ever dreamed. Then I put my hand on one of her boobs and squeezed. I don't know why but I thought she would have stopped me but she didn't. Then I pulled her panties down and pushed two fingers as far inside her as I could. She was real close to cumming but she pushed me away and told me "soon". I pulled her panties back up for her.

Then she got us back around the table and we swapped stories that proved we all had the most miserable sex lives imaginable. I don't remember much of what was said. I had just had my hand down the front of a drop dead gorgeous woman's panties and made her cum. I also told her I wanted my dick inside her and she didn't say no. I just wasn't into talking even though this was the best day of my life.

One point I do remember is talking about what we should call her. Man, I'm all for this new relationship thing but saying shit like, "Mom, I wanna put my dick inside you." somehow doesn't feel right. Neither does, "Kimiko, I want to fuck you half to death." Mom suggested we call her Miho. It was a nickname her mother used when she was a little kid. In Japanese it means "little fire" or something like that. Sounded like a real good name for a red-hot lady.

Then she decided it was time to get back to the dating ritual thing. I didn't even know for sure what she meant but it was all better than talking.

I moved over to the couch when the talking stopped and patted the cushion beside me inviting Mom to come sit by me. She didn't want Sean to feel left out but he said it was OK. He said he just wanted to watch for awhile before he joined in. That's just how he is.

When I asked her to come sit beside me on the couch I didn't know what to expect. I know she wanted to extend our "dating ritual" another day and I wasn't going to try to change that. I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible and following her plan seemed to be the best way to do that.

She came over and sat beside me. If this was supposed to be like dating I thought I'd put my arm around her and when I did she snuggled closer. I have got to tell you this was fucking hot. I started kissed her and she kissed me back. Sometimes I would stop and kiss her face and neck. Kissing her neck seemed to really get to her. I made a mental note of that. Kissing her neck made her groan and squirm.

I started kissing my way down her neck to her chest. By now I was so fucking hard I thought my dick was going to break. I was scared to death she was going to tell me to stop. I unbuttoned her top and kissed farther down her chest until I came to her bra When I started kissing her boobs she started breathing harder and moaning louder and I got even harder.

I saw her bra hooked in the front and I thought, "What the fuck?" and undid the catch. Oh My God my Mom has the greatest set of tits I ever saw. All the others were in magazines but still... I squeezed one and she moaned and when I kissed and licked around her nipples she moaned even louder. I saw her nipples get harder when I teased one with my tongue. She squeezed my dick just about the same time I sucked on one of her nipples. We both squirmed and moaned together.

Then I took off both her top and bra at the same time. I looked at Sean and he was still jerkin' off but I think he was doing it as slowly as possible to last for awhile. I thought it was hot before but then she started taking my pants off. When she got them half off she stopped and just stared at my dick. I like to think it was bigger than she expected. While she was busy looking I got her skirt off.

I went back to sucking her nipples and found out that if I let them slip through my teeth she grunted and moaned louder. She seemed to be so excited that she stopped playing with my dick. That was more than OK because I wanted what was happening to be all about her and her alone. She was loving it and that was all I could ask for.

I didn't think that was going to end in us having sex. I knew she wanted to wait until tomorrow for that. I was just trying to make sure she enjoyed it as much as she could. I'm not sure what made me do it but I just put my fingers through the crotch of her panties and ripped them off her body. Her eyes got real wide and she started thrusting her hips into the air.

I had done a lot of reading and everything I'd read said that teasing was very important. Like I said, this was all about her so teasing was fine with me. I slowly and very gently stroked her inner thighs. She was going nuts but I'm pretty sure I liked doing this as much as she liked it being done. Every time my hand came near her pussy she would thrust her hips and try to rub against my hand. Each time I was faster than she was and that just made her try harder the next time.

Finally I very quickly and very softly let my hand brush against her pussy. She grunted louder than I'd heard before and thrust her hips hard three times but I didn't let her make contact with anything. I kept teasing her but she was getting tired very quickly so I let her come in contact with my hand for a second and she would moan louder and thrust harder. Soon she couldn't raise her hips off the couch. She was close to being exhausted so I teased her clit a tiny bit with my wet middle finger which resulted in an extremely noisy Miho.

I was surprised I could remember so much of what I had read but I probably read everything twenty times. Then I guess I got a little cruel. I asked her, "Tell me what you want, Miho.". She was panting so hard I don't think she could talk. I started sucking and biting her nipples again. She could still make a lot of noise but no matter how hard she tried she could barely move her hips.

I wet my finger inside her again and gave her clit a good thrashing for a couple of seconds and then stopped. Again, she tried to move but all she could do was grunt. "Just tell me what you want, Miho. Tell me."

It seemed like she pulled together all the strength she had left and said, "Make love to me."

This was the moment I'd waited for my whole life. A beautiful woman was asking me to make love to her. I kept slowly flicking a wet fingertip across her clit. "Please, Oh God, please," she begged. I wanted inside her more than I ever wanted anything else and she had to go beg me. That was too much.

I picked her off the couch and lay her on the floor. I almost came all over everything when she pulled her knees up and spread her legs. This was the first time I ever saw a woman spread her legs like that. Then I realized she wanted me as much as I wanted her. This could be the first time she ever asked someone to have sex with her. I lay down on top of her and started rubbing the shaft of my dick up and down against her pussy. I was really concentrating on not cumming.

Sean must have been inside my head. I don't remember what he said but basically it amounted to "Go for it." and Mom agreed.

I kissed her again, A long hot kiss. I looked into her eyes and said, "Mom, I love you very much.", right before I tried to push my dick inside her. I guess I was in too much of a hurry because I was having trouble getting inside her. When she guided me in everything was great. As soon as I started moving inside her she closed her eyes and took on an expression that told me that she expected this to be painful, probably like every other time had been for her. A few seconds later that look was replaced by one that showed she was into this as I was.

Oh my God, being inside her was the best sensation I'd ever felt. She was hot and very slippery and very tight. I could only go half way into her before I would have had to push harder so I hesitated. Somehow she found the energy to thrust one more time and I was buried inside her. I knew if I moved as fast as I wanted to it would take maybe three seconds before I came. I started moving in and out very slowly. She opened her eyes and began moaning and trying to move her hips. Just hearing her was almost enough to make me cum. Then she put her hands on my butt and kept me from moving. Damn, she felt good. Then I started losing control and began fucking her harder and faster.

I grunted something like, "Miho, I'm gonna cum." Then her eyes got real big and she screamed so loud and long it scared me for a second. Then I felt her pussy tighten around me and I fucking exploded. I had jerked off hundreds of times and none of them felt one tenth as good as cumming inside her.

When she stopped screaming she just went limp on the floor. A few minutes later I was kissing her face and asking her to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes and then she gave me the best smile I've ever seen and said something like, "So that's what it's like." I just grinned back.

Then she said, and I will never forget this, "It was the first time for both of us." That hit me like a sledge hammer. I started bawling like a little baby.

I told her. "You never have to live like you did before, never. And you know what else?". I don't remember the exact words but I told he I was going to make sure she never forgot how much we love her. By then she was crying too.

I pulled my dick almost all the way out of her and slowly pushed it back in. She told me to not hold anything back this time as she thrust her hips up to meet me.

Sean said something like, "This is really fucking hot," and started choking the chicken again. She said not to hold back so I didn't. I fucked her so hard she had to hold her boobs so they didn't sway so much. That didn't stop her from the most beautiful moans imaginable. Suddenly her eyes got huge and she screamed that she was cumming again. I didn't stop until she came two more times and then I couldn't hold back anymore and I came again. Then I collapsed on top of her.

After we caught out breath we sat side by side on the floor while we leaned against the couch. Sean pointed to the huge wet spot on the floor. "Tommy can clean that up," Mom said.

"Wow, and a set of balls now, too?" Sean joked.

"Sean, take my word for it. I know for a fact there are NO balls on this one," I answered.

"I just had a fifteen year old real man show me how much of a louse that 42 year old asshole is," she said.

Mom knee-walked over to Sean. "I hope you're not feeling neglected," she said sympathetically.

"Neglected? No way! You two are a real hoot. Better than any porn flick I've ever seen."

Of course Mom blushed. She reached up and squeezed his half-hard dick and he winced. "Is something wrong, Baby?"

Now it was Sean's turn to blush. "I uh... I sort of.... like... wore a hole in it." He reluctantly showed Mom the broken blister on the shaft of his dick.

"I'll be right back," she promised as she got up and went to the kitchen. I've watched her ass every time she walked away from me for years but it's so much sexier when it's bare. She came back with the bottle of blue gel she kept in the fridge for kitchen burns. "This may be a little cold," she cautioned as she squeezed some into her hand. "Ready?" she asked. Sean nodded his head. Mom spread the cold gel over the abused area.

"Yeow! That's some cold stuff," Sean exclaimed.

"Let me see if I can make you forget all about the cold," she said as she wrapped the fingers of both hands around his dick and started to stroke him.

Sean was moaning and grimacing a few seconds later but it had nothing to do with pain. "Oh shit, that is sooooo good," he said as Mom squeezed harder. Ten strokes later Sean groaned, "Oh fuck." and shot a load straight in the air.

Mom thought it was time we went somewhere more private since our father should have been home some time ago. We went to our room and Mom said it was late and we would need our sleep since she was calling us both in sick tomorrow. How cool is that?

Then Sean came up with the idea of Mom spending the night in our room. She didn't mind and I was all for it, especially after I won the coin toss to see who's bed she shared.

Chapter 6a

Realizing What I Had Been Missing - Kimiko's Version

It must have been about 3:30 AM. I fell asleep in Mike's arms. He held me close and I felt safer and more secure than I ever had before. That security and exhaustion allowed me to sleep very soundly. When I woke up Mike was still holding me but he was sound asleep as was Sean in his bed on the other side of the room.

Tonight's sleeping arrangements were cramped with two of us sharing a twin bed but I've never been more comfortable. I was lying there in Mike's arms and staring into the darkness while I contemplated what had happened just a few hours ago. The realization that I wasn't the same person I was twelve hours ago occupied my mind. I thought my life was normal or as close to normal as most people get. Yes, there were problems in my life but nobody's life is perfect. All in all I considered myself relatively fortunate. I had a roof over my head, I had more money than I needed and I had two fine young men for sons. I learned to make that my world and to not waste my time feeling sorry for myself that I didn't have a storybook marriage. I guess I considered myself to be "happy".

That suddenly changed one day when my husband informed me I was to start sexual relationships with our sons. I was horrified and disgusted by what he demanded of me. I tried to ignore his demand and found out very quickly that doing so would leave me penniless, homeless and without any contact with my two boys; my reason for living.

While trying to survive a bad situation I discovered that instead of the end of life as I knew it his demands would begin a better life than I had ever dreamed of. Here I was, in the strong arms of my youngest son who had, over the last few hours, shown me the true meaning of love and sex between two people who love each other.

That's how a civilized woman would describe what had happened. I used to be civilized and polite and lady-like. Today I feel liberated. My 15 year old son, bless his heart, fucked me half to death and had me screaming and writhing like a woman possessed. My God, how I loved it. Suddenly I knew what I had been missing my entire adult life. I'd been missing the giving and receiving of sexual pleasure between two people who love each other. I had been shown the light and I wanted more.

I snuggled closer to Mike who was lying on his back and put my right leg over his left leg and ground my pussy against his thigh. I was already wet. It was easy to get myself aroused once I knew what I was missing and how it felt. I kissed the side of Mike's face as I took his penis in my hand. It was one of the few times it wasn't hard, at least not yet. In very short order he was groaning softly and moving his hips but more importantly he was becoming quite hard. I straddled him and leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. He stirred and mumbled something. I kissed him again, somewhat more forcefully and he opened his eyes. When he saw me over him I smiled and gave his penis a good, hard squeeze. He groaned louder and smiled back at me. Then I lowered myself onto him and guided his penis all the way inside me.

"Fuuuccckkkkkk," he groaned as he disappeared inside me.

I leaned forward just a little and he took both of my breasts in his hands and fondled them and squeezed my nipples. I threw my head back and moaned, "My God you feel good inside me."

He pulled me closer and licked and sucked my nipples. I was literally throbbing between my legs and began riding him faster. "Couldn't wait?" he asked me between groans.

"No, I couldn't," I answered. "I think you... turned me into... a sex addict... yesterday," I said as I bounced up and down faster on his hard penis.

"Did anyone ever tell you that your boobs are absolutely gorgeous when they're bouncing like this?" he asked.

I just blushed and felt the fire between my legs get even hotter. I kept bouncing and groaning. "It's really hot... that you couldn't wait... and just took... what you wanted. I hope you wake.. me up like this... every morning," Mikey groaned as he looked up into my eyes.

"Mikey, oh God Mikey I'm cumming," I gasped. He pulled my upper body down on top of himself and kissed me deeply while he began a series of hard upward thrusts deep into me. "YES!" I screamed as I came and Mike kept thrusting hard until I felt him cum inside me which triggered my second orgasm of the young morning.

"Wow, you are full of surprises, aren't you?" he said as he gave me a huge grin.

I looked down at the rapidly growing puddle on Mike's mattress and mumbled, "It doesn't appear that's all I'm full of is it?" We both had a good laugh at that.

"Were you serious about no school today?" he asked.

"I am. You don't mind, do you?"

Mike laughed out loud. "Are you kidding? You can home school me if this is how it works."

"Ya just can't take the two of you anywhere can you? Like two rabbits, aren't you?" Sean chimed in from across the room.

"Oh, Baby, I'm so sorry. I thought I could be quiet enough..... That was a stupid idea wasn't it?" I conceded.

"I won't say it was stupid but Mrs. Jacobson from across the street just called to thank you," Sean explained. "She said Mr. Jacobson had the window open and hearing you gave him the first hard-on he's had in eleven years. He is 89 you know."

All I could do was blush.

"Really, Miho. This family needed some excitement and you are certainly exciting."

"How's your, uh, your...... injury?" I asked Sean.

"Thanks to you it's almost gone. That was the best, and most unusual, physical therapy session I've ever had," Sean said. All I could do was thank him and blush and get maybe just a tiny bit more excited.

Chapter 6b

Realizing What I Had Been Missing - Mike's Version.

I won the coin toss and Miho shared my bed instead of Sean's. Snuggling up real close with a super hot naked lady has been on my "to do" list for a long time. I knew I had a real MILF Mom but I had no idea how MILFy she is until I saw her completely naked. The best part was that I got to strip her.

I'm getting off track but I can' stop thinking about taking her clothes off. We were sleeping together and it seemed the closer I held her the more she liked it. Two beautiful 32C boobs pushing against my side or chest wasn't a bad thing either.

I'm still getting off track. A naked Miho is distracting. The first thing I noticed, even though I was still pretty much asleep, was her grinding her pussy against my leg. That is fucking hot, man, especially when you can feel your leg getting wet. Then she kissed me and took my dick in her hand. Instantly it started getting hard. Then she straddled me. By now I was pretty sure this wasn't a dream. Then she held the head of my dick against her pussy and lowered herself down onto me. The feeling of my dick sliding inside her soaking wet pussy is impossible to describe. The fact that I had absolutely nothing to do with it happening made it that much hotter. I can understand someone my age wanting to bang the Hell out of a super hot MILF like Miho but why she would want to have sex with someone like me, that wasn't so easy to understand.

After I was all the way inside her she leaned forward and placed those beautiful boobs right in my face. I cupped them in my hands and then licked and sucked her nipples. That made her moan a little louder.

I just kept thinking about how she liked it so much she came to me in the middle of the night and took what she wanted. Fuck, maybe what she needed is a better way of saying it. Miho was turning out to be so much sexier and so much more exciting than I had imagined. That was when I first understood something she said earlier. It wasn't like she was some woman who had sex with fifty different men and because of that experience was unable to remember what the first really good encounter was like. Mom was just like us. She was learning and experiencing exactly the same way Sean and I were. We were equals and sharing everything together. That's when it hit me that was probably not a temporary thing. This had real meaning. This was so fucking hot and we were all so lucky.....

It wasn't long before her moans turned into a scream and I felt her pussy contract around my dick. I started thrusting up into her for the thirty seconds it took before I came inside her and when I did she came again too. She looked down at me and smiled.

"You're quite an exceptional young man, you know that?"

I thought a few seconds before answering her. "I know I'm exceptional," I said with a fake tone of arrogance in my voice. .... exceptionally lucky. Here I am in the middle of the freakin' night with my dick inside one of the most gorgeous MILFs on the planet after she's fucked me senseless and I haven't done a thing to cause it or make it happen. She woke up, felt the need and took me. Yes, exceptionally lucky is an understatement."

All this time we both thought Sean was asleep but he wasn't. He'll probably tell you about the comments he made. Even thought we all knew from the beginning that this was how it was to be I was beginning to look forward to a time when she and I could be alone.

Chapter 6c

Realizing What I Had Been Missing - Sean's Version

I was sound asleep and minding my own business when the sounds of Mike's bed creaking woke me up. There was Mom or Miho; this naming stuff is confusing me somehow. I saw Mike's point but I'm not sure this was all necessary.

Anyhow, Mom was on top of him and she was really going at it. She drowned out the bed sounds once she really got into it. This was some hot shit but I mainly just listened. My dick was still a tiny bit sore from too much of a good thing and I wanted Big Wally back on his feet really soon.

By now I suppose you're wondering why I haven't been more involved in this. Mikey is the extrovert and I'm the opposite. When he likes something he jumps right in. I sit back and observe before I jump in. It's always been that way.

I'm supposed to tell the truth here and not telling the whole story is probably a lie by omission. What I said about being shy is true but there's more to it in this case. Mike went first in this. That's not unusual and I don't mind a bit. That's our different personalities. That's just how it is and how it's always been.

Mike's the one that always gets noticed and the one everybody remembers. Like I said, I don't mind this at all. Mike is good at everything he tries, too. I'm not. He jumped right in with Mom and who would have ever guessed he was a virgin? I'd have probably come all over her before I ever got inside her. That's how it works. I'm scared. No, I'm terrified. Somehow I'll fuck it up. I want this so bad but if I don't do it I won't fuck it up.

I came way too easy when she gave me a hand-job. If it had been real sex I would have cum way sooner, too soon.

This is the hottest thing I ever saw. I've got to get my shit together.

I added the following comment right before this account was finalized:

Deep down inside I think I knew there were things going on below the surface. Memories were being made. Attachments were being formed. Oddly enough I have no complaints even though some of you may think I'm insane for feeling that way. To say more would be a spoiler but to say nothing would have omitted an important part of the story.

Chapter 6d

Realizing What I Had Been Missing - Tommy's Version

When I got home no one was up and the house was dark. When I turned the living room light on I saw a stain on the carpet that wasn't there when I left. It appeared to be a sex stain and it was still wet. There's probably a better explanation than that for a wet spot on the carpet. I went to our room and Kimiko wasn't there. It appears that she finally obeyed my order and must be sleeping with the boys in their room.

I didn't think she would obey. Even if she did I doubted that the boys would have been interested in her. If they're not I'll find them someone else. That shouldn't be hard if you have the money to spend, like I do.

Very early this morning I heard noises coming from the direction of the boys room. It sounded like a very excited woman getting fucked and then having one Hell of an orgasm. The boys must have been watching pornography. That's the only reasonable explanation.

I was up and off to work before they were up. Today is a school day and they either left extraordinarily early or they missed school. I'll remind my secretary to see if they made it to school.

I would have liked to see that fat, meek little cunt trying to get the boys to fuck her. That must have been hilarious.

"Miss Snyder," I said after hitting the key on the intercom. "Set up a meeting with my sons as soon as possible. After school today will be acceptable."

Chapter 7a

Life Gets Very Interesting - Mike's Version

I just had a very interesting night. I slept with a beautiful, completely naked woman beside me in a tiny twin bed. Her head and boobs were touching my chest and her pussy was tightly clamped against my thigh.

At one point somewhere in the middle of the night she made my dick hard and climbed on top of me and fucked herself, and myself too, to one Hell of an orgasm. That was the most awesome night of my life. I couldn't hold her any closer than I did all night long. She is so fucking hot.

When we woke up this morning I was fondling her boobs and stroking her inner thighs and she was getting pretty vocal. I was about to get on top of her when she jumped up and said hurriedly. "Mikey, I'm sorry but I have got to pee soooooo bad."

She ran to the door, paused and then ran back to me and threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss that made me instantly rock hard. "After I pee I have to make us some breakfast but after that I promise I'll do anything you want to do." My dick got harder after hearing the way she stressed the word "anything".

Before Sean and I went to the kitchen for breakfast I asked him what was wrong. He tried to pretend everything was fine but I knew better and told him I really cared but that I didn't have the time to pry it out of him. I had much better things to do. He finally told me that he was scared. He was scared that he wouldn't be able to perform sexually as well as he would like and that he would embarrass himself and Mom too. I told him that was bullshit and that, after breakfast, he should follow my lead and when I told him it was time for him to join in he should join in. I asked him to trust me and I told him that I'd never do anything to hurt him. He agreed that's exactly what he should do. We'll see what happens.

When we got to the kitchen Mom was already frying bacon. "What's with this ratty old robe?" I asked.

"Mike, it's dangerous to cook in... in the all-together," she replied.

"I got used to you the way we spent the night together," I said. She didn't answer but I could see the back of her neck turning red. "You know, naked and very close together." I walked up behind her and softly kissed her neck. "You remember, your beautiful boobs were pressed up against me all night." She took a deep breath. Then I wanted to go for shock value. This was part of the "mind fuck" idea I was studying. I breathed heavily into her ear and said, "I'll never forget you grinding your wet cunt into my leg all night or you taking advantage of a helpless little boy." She dropped the spatula she was using.

I reached under her arms and held both her boobs in my hands. Again I breathed heavily into her ear, "You are so fucking hot, Miho." She turned and looked into my eyes without saying a word but her chest was heaving.

I put my finger under her chin and raised her face so she could look directly into my eyes. "I love you so much and I want to spend all my time making you happy. What would make you happy right now?"

"Just hold me.", she said with tears streaming down her face. "Hold me like you did all night. You made me feel so safe and so loved and God forbid, I have to admit, I'm not sure what's come over me, I've never felt like this, this burst of sexual feelings. It's probably wrong but I don't think I could give it up now that I've experienced it."

I held her so tight. "You feel this way because you feel like a woman now, the beautiful woman that you are. I want you, too. I want you to know exactly how abusive and hateful that bastard father of ours has been. Miho, you are intelligent, drop-dead gorgeous and the sexiest and the most loving woman I know. Sean feels exactly the same way. Do you want to feel wanted, Miho?"

Tears still streaming down her face, she looked into my eyes. "By you two boys, yes I do."

"Do you want us to want you sexually?"

"Yes," she said softly.

I reached behind her and turned off the fire under the bacon. "There are more pressing matters than eating, you do realize that?"

"I didn't think there were to two growing boys," she said with a smile.

"Miho, two beautiful bare boobs against my chest and a wet pussy against my leg, both for hours, beats the best breakfast I ever ate. I respectfully request permission to make you scream until your throat is sore."

Her eyes got real big then a sly smile formed on her face. "Permission granted. Take me, I'm yours."

I quickly stripped off that fucking robe and tossed it into the kitchen trash container. "Hey, I liked that robe," she protested.

"Why did you like that ugly, shapeless thing?"

"Because it made me look like a lump. I thought I was fat and ugly like your father told me and nothing showed through it," she explained.

"He's a fucking asshole. Please don't forget that. Get used to the fact that you're a beautiful, sexy woman."

"I can do that," she answered as she stood stark naked in the middle of the kitchen floor. "At least with you two guys. Sometimes I think you're both nuts." At that instant I made a mental note to prove to her that Sean and I were not delusional. I also made another mental note to take her shopping for a new robe.

I slowly scanned her from head to foot, soaking in every detail of her body. I kept doing it until she became uncomfortable and looked at the floor. I took a deep breath. "Damn, you are so hot."

She blushed but didn't say a word. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"I am," she answered with a smile.

"Seriously," I added. "You don't need a drink, you don't have to pee. Nothing like that?"

She looked at me curiously. "No, not that I know of."

"Sean, please turn off all the phones," I asked.

"Way ahead of you, little brother."

I checked the top of the fridge where I had placed my mini HD video cam. It looked like it had an excellent view of the breakfast bar. I should describe the bar. It's a section of the kitchen counter that forms the third side of a "U" shaped counter setup. It's like three feet wide and about eight feet long. Sean was sitting on one of the longer sides. I picked up Mom, I mean Miho, and sat her on the bar. I turned her 90 degrees until her body running the same direction as the counter. I slid her down the counter until her face and boobs were right in front of Sean and her feet overhung the counter by a few inches.

I leaned over her and kissed her. At the same time Sean couldn't resist stroking and fondling her boobs. I kissed her face and neck and within a few seconds she was responding. I kissed my way down her neck and chest and slowly down her stomach. I've got to hand it to Sean, he was doing an excellent job and would have had her extremely aroused completely on his own.

Sean was doing an excellent job on her boobs and nipples and she was moaning and beginning to thrust her hips by the time I'd kissed my way down to her pussy. I kissed my way down the outsides of both her legs and the second I switched to the inside of her ankles she opened her legs wide. Yes, she was soaking wet. When she opened her legs completely on her own and let me see how wet she was I became hard instantly. I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

"Miho, every time you spread your legs you make my dick throb. We both love it when you show us how wet your cunt is." She sucked in a deep breath just like I'd pushed a couple fingers inside her. "If I didn't have other plans I'd have my dick in you right now." Her breathing told the whole story. That and the fact her hips were moving.

I kissed and licked my way back up the insides of her legs and slowed when I was close to her pussy. I don't think she had any idea what was coming. I licked as close to her pussy lips as I could without touching them. I went up to her belly button before I came back and softly kissed her directly on her pussy. The loud moan and sharp thrust of her hips told me she liked it.

I started back up her stomach again and then spent some time kissing her face and neck.

"What do you think so far?" I asked her.

All she could do was nod her head and pant. "Talk to me, Miho," I asked.

"Good, very good," she said between gasps.

I kissed and licked my way back down to her toes. I paused at her pussy and licked and kissed very close but never had direct contact. When I moved away her whole body shook. On the way back up I stopped short of her pussy. The motion of her hips told me she was expecting more. Then I kissed and licked much closer but did not touch. After a few seconds I softly kissed her pussy once again. I got ten times the reaction I did the first time.

Slowly, I kissed my way back up to her face. "Still good?" I asked her.

She nodded her head violently. Again, I asked her to talk to me."Tell me what you want, Miho."

She kept struggling. "P..please... mmm make love to me."

"Oh, Miho, that's a long ways away. Is there something I can do for you before then?"

"My pussy," she gasped. "Kiss it again."

"You like me kissing your pussy," don't you?

"Oh, God, y... ye... yes, I do," she gasped.

"I can do more, you do know that don't you?" She just stared up at me.

I kissed her softly on her lips. "I can do that."

Then I teased her lips with the tip of my tongue. "I can do that, too."

She groaned and grunted and thrust her hips into the air.

Then I kissed her and slipped my tongue deep into her mouth and probed as deeply as I could. "I can do that too, Miho."

She gasped and writhed in response. "Please," she groaned.

I kissed and licked my down her stomach much slower than before. I took my time getting down to her soaking wet pussy.

Again, I began kissing and licking all around her pussy. Her hips were going wild. I held her down against the counter and gave her pussy a much longer kiss than before. "Yes," she screamed.

I went back up to her face and kissed her. "Do you want more of that?" I asked.

She violently nodded her head. "What if I gave you something better?" I asked.

She stared back at me with a look of disbelief in her eyes. "I can give you something better, if you want," I reminded her.

She had such a pathetic look on her face as she said, "Please." My dick started throbbing harder when I realized she had just shown me an absolute, maybe unconditional trust. I was learning that there was a possibility there were things that were sexier than great tits or a drop-dead ass; both of which were in front of me right now.

I opened her legs a little wider and used both hands to hold down her pubic hair while I very softly licked her outer lips. I heard her gasp and felt the hard thrust of her hips that pushed her wet pussy against my tongue. "Do you like that?" I asked.

She shook her head violently, "YES!". I kept teasing her like this for maybe five minutes, possibly as long as ten. The things that go through your mind. I suddenly remember my science teacher talking about the Theory of Relativity. He said that Einstein described it as saying ten minutes sitting on a hot stove seemed like a longer time than ten minutes with a pretty girl. Miho made hours seem like minutes. Then, if she bucked her hips especially hard I would slip a finger, maybe even two inside her for a second. This always generated a shriek. Throughout most of this time Sean was licking or sucking her nipples. I'm well aware I was being cruel but she had twenty sexless years to make up for. I looked over at Sean. He was almost as excited as she was.

He silently mouthed, "She's gonna fucking melt down, Bro."

My tongue was a little tired so I took a short break. "Miho, you like this so far?" I asked.

She violently nodded, "YES."

"Should we stop for awhile?" I asked.

"No, no, please, no," she answered.

"What else would you like?" I asked.

"I... uh... I... I want both you boys to make love to me," she pleaded.

"Miho, Honey, we have all day. There's no rush." She looked at me like I was totally bat-shit crazy or that she hadn't understood.

I used both hands to open her lips and expose her red, swollen clitoris. I softly blew air onto it and she groaned and moved slightly. I licked as closely as possible around her clit without touching it. Her sounds and movements told me she was appreciating my efforts.

After another short pause I directly touched her clit with the very tip of my tongue. Her response was memorable. Her body went rigid for a few seconds before she screamed something like. "My God." After a few more quick flicks she screamed, "My God Mike, what are you doing to me?"

I've got to tell you, they way she was responding was really getting both Sean and me pretty damned excited too. When she wasn't kissing Sean, which wasn't often, she was breathing very heavily. I kept giving her the briefest little flicks I could manage and it was easy to tell that her excitement was building. I shoved two fingers inside her mainly to try to hold her down to the counter. She shrieked and started thrashing so hard I was afraid she was going to cum. I had planned for this torture session to last a lot longer than it had so far.

When my fingers slipped inside her she started bucking hard. She wanted to fuck herself on my fingers so I let her. "Mike... Sean...," she gasped, "Please...." As soon as she said "please" I licked her clit hard with the tip of my tongue. Even though we had been at this for awhile and she was getting tired she still thrust her hips hard and screamed, "Please," again.

This is when Sean and I got creative. Sean would ask her what she wanted and before she could answer I would give her clit a good tongue lashing and make her incoherent. I always stopped right before I thought she was going to cum. We kept this up for about ten cycles and she was getting totally frazzled.

I had a plan when I started this and I hated to stop early, so I didn't. I gave her clit a rest and just finger banged her with two fingers. She was so fucking hot even that was pushing her to the edge after a few repetitions. While my mouth was free I hatched a plan with Sean. I told him I was really going to drive her wild like maybe three times and as soon as I stopped the last time I wanted him to fuck her over the edge.

He started to get scared. I told him he was going to do fine. I said she was so fucking wound up she would probably cum before he was completely inside her. He was still scared. Finally I said, "Sean, this is going to be the best orgasm she ever had and even if you cum on the first stroke she's always going to remember it was your hard dick inside her when it happened." Sometimes I'm too nice. When I described it that way I wanted to take back what I said. I knew I would end up wishing I'd done it myself.

It was time for the grand finale. I hoped she was going to go off like a fireworks display. With no warning I sucked her clit inside my mouth and gave it another tongue lashing. Mom's a real screamer. I mean earsplitting. She screamed, "Oh JESUS." like she was a traveling preacher and she jerked bolt upright both times I did it to her. I didn't dare try three. I was sure one more lick would put her over the edge.

Sean had been paying attention and was on the counter with her and inside her on his second try. He hadn't gotten more than three strokes before she started screaming, "Oh Jesus I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnnggggg." He said she contracted so tight that he felt like he was in a soft, warm, wet vice. She was still cumming when he started screaming that he was cumming. Sean did real good. He stayed hard and made her cum again before he, himself, came once more.

"Still scared, Bro?" I asked as he moved away from the counter.

He smiled at me. "You're the best brother a guy could have. I was terrified. I mean, you were a tough act to follow. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get hard or would cum way too soon or something. After all you did to get her that hot it really should have been you that did her. Thanks, Mikey. I owe you one, big time."

I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. "You're welcome. I know you'd have done the same for me if you weren't such a fucking wimp." I think he was about to swat me across the head but we were interrupted.

It was Mom in a low, raspy voice. "Guys? Am I still alive?"

"It would appear," I answered her. "You OK?"

"For a while I was sure you were trying to kill me," she said. I'm not sure if she was joking or not.

"I'm not sure if I can do this," she said uncertainly as she tried to get off the counter. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to need some help."

She was right about that. When she tried to stand her knees buckled. I was ready and caught her. She looked up into my eyes and asked softly, "What ummm, what did you do to me and how did you know what to do?" I scooped her up in my arms and took her to our room and placed her carefully on my bed.

"First, did you like it?" I asked.

She looked up at me with a blank stare. "I never thought anything could ever feel that good. Was that your tongue... on me... down there?" she asked obviously extremely embarrassed.

"Yes," I assured her "it was." Her face turned a bright shade of red and she looked away from me. "I also used a couple of fingers a few times too," I added.

Without looking back at me she said, "I would have never asked you to do anything like that to me."

"Why not?", I asked.

"It must have been very unpleasant for you," she said softly.

"Why would you ever think something that?" I asked.

I could tell she was finding this very difficult to discuss. "Your mouth.... your tongue... down there. It had to be unpleasant for you."

"It wasn't unpleasant.", I explained. Actually it was extremely pleasant and I loved doing it. It was my first time and I didn't know for sure what to expect but I loved it!"

Finally, she looked up at me again with a look on her face that said she thought I was crazy. "How could you love doing that to me?"

"Know what?" I began. Let's start at the beginning. "Open your legs for me, please?"

She did as I asked and I placed my hand on her pussy and rubbed in a circular motion for a few seconds, until I could hear that she was wet. I slipped my middle finger inside her for a second and then removed it. Then I wiped my wet finger across her lips. "Mike, are you nuts?" she asked.

"Humor me, lick your lips." She did and the expression on her face changed radically. She tilted her head sideways, like a confused puppy, and kept looking into my eyes.

"Is that what I taste like down there?" she asked.

"You know it is. You just tasted yourself." I could see she was deep in thought for a short time. Then she sat up in the bed.

"What you did isn't disgusting at all, is it?" She sounded shocked at the her own revelation.

"Did someone tell you it was disgusting?" I asked her.

She looked down into her lap. "Your father."

"Why doesn't this surprise me?" How did this come up?

"Once, a long time ago, before I had either of you boys he brought home a pornography tape and made me watch it. He wanted me to see how to give him blow jobs." I never saw her turn that red before. "I saw men giving oral sex to women and I asked if he would do that for me. He split my lip before he explained that me giving him a blow job was a privilege but oral sex on a woman was disgusting beyond belief."

I was learning a lot about my father recently and all of it was hard to take. "So you had to give him blow jobs but got nothing in return?"

"Not exactly," she said with a sly grin. "I had a tiny chip on my tooth and it... uh... it sort of gave him a five inch cut on a four inch.... never mind." Then she giggled like a fool. "He never asked again."

"Gorgeous and smart. That's a great combination.". She smiled and then became very serious.

"Mike, would you hold me?"

I took my place laying on the outside of the bed and she took hers, laying on her side tight against me, her head on my chest, her boobs in my side and her leg thrown across mine and her always wet pussy against my leg. "Can we talk about what happened today?" she asked.

"Of course we can. What do you want to talk about?" She propped herself up on one elbow and suddenly became shy again.

"Mike, I knew this was going to be a fantastic day. That's why I called you both in sick. We needed an extra long weekend." She paused long enough to give me three kisses that had me standing tall. "I never imagined a woman could feel like I did. Last night, when you were inside me, that was the best sex I could imagine. I felt so lucky. Then this morning. Baby, I still don't know what to say. I lost control. What you did to me was.... oh my God... it was like a drug." Then she laughed. "I had no idea a pussy could be so valuable to a woman."

This time I kissed her. "I am so glad I could do that for you."

"One more thing. I may wish I'd never asked this.... but how did you know what to do to drive me insane like that?"

"I really didn't know what to do but I knew I wanted to try. I have a Net connection and a brain. I can learn just about anything by using both of them. I wanted to do it for you. You deserve a lot more than you've ever gotten."

"Mike, you gave me so much and that wasn't all. I did figure out what you did for Sean, too. I know he was terrified and you fixed that at your own expense.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"What you did for me and what you did for Sean. He lost his virginity and in a lot of ways I did too and we both came screaming multiple times and you made it all happen and you haven't even cum yet. I feel so bad."

"You can forget feeling bad.", I corrected her. Sean's my brother and I love him and I'm supposed to make stuff easier for him if I can.

"I can understand that," she said, "but you spent all that time and gave me so much...."

I interrupted her to say, "Miho, I enjoy giving you pleasure more than I enjoy getting it myself. I got what I needed and wanted the most. I got to see you wild with pleasure."

The tears started flowing yet again. Then she started sobbing uncontrollably. I finally got her calmed down and she went on, "If I live to be 100 years old I doubt I'll ever hear anyone say anything that will touch my heart as much as what you just told me.... no... correction, what you just SHOWED me." Then she hugged me so tight I thought I would pass out. We just held each other for what seemed minutes but for all I knew it was hours. Then my hard dick, not my heart, started talking again.

"Mom, Miho I mean. When you grind those hard nipples into my chest it makes me want to fuck you sooooo bad." I was learning some quick and easy mind fucks. A shocking, direct sexually raw comment made her juices start flowing instantly. This morning had been finesse time. This was the time for a good, hard, fast fucking.

I kissed my way down her neck and chest, stopping to suck her hard nipples until she moaned and her hips started moving. Then I kissed down her stomach. When I passed her navel she knew what was happening and her breathing got really ragged.

She opened her legs for me and I wasted no time. I slipped the tip of my tongue between her lips and found her clit. After a ten second tease I opened her lips with both of my hands and sucked her clit into my mouth. Again, there was no teasing. As I sucked it I nipped at it with my teeth. She went wild. This lady keeps you busy chasing her down as she writhes and squirms. She really got loud and violent when I jammed two fingers into her as far as I could and fucked her hard with them.

I'm sure she expected another tease; at least that's what I hoped she would expect. With her orgasm coming hard and fast I gave her no rest. She was obviously surprised that I didn't tease her and she exploded loudly and impressively.

I was ready and the second her orgasm started I put her legs over my shoulders and leaned forward pinning her knees to her chest. I started the head of my dick inside her and thrust hard. I think she started cumming again right after that. I knew I wouldn't last long and I didn't but I came just as she was having her third loud orgasm.

We collapsed side by side and I scooped her up and held her. I'm not sure which of us enjoyed that the most.

When her breathing returned to normal I said, "We need to talk."

"About what?", she asked as she got back up on one elbow.

"This isn't easy," I said.

"Whatever it is it's OK," she comforted me. "Take your time."

"You may not like this.".

"I won't know until you tell me, Mikey."

"I know, Mom. It's about your ..... uh.... thick... uh... Asian bush," I stammered.

"My what?" she asked.

"Your bush," I said again as I reached between her legs and softly stroked it.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she said as she blushed bright red. "My bush, my thick, ASIAN bush, right?" she said trying very hard to not giggle but she wasn't winning this battle. "Just what exactly is it about my thick, ASIAN bush that needs additional attention?"

"It uh, well, I have to pick a lot of hair out of my teeth."

Dead silence.

Distinct giggle. "Well, Honey, then that bitch is GONE!", she said and then broke into some very contagious laughter. "Do you think you could help me shave it, Mikey?"

"If you twisted my arm I think I could help you out. Just not right now." I moved so I was over her and kissed he softly. Two kisses later I took her in my arms and held her very close. She relaxed completely. I opened her legs and slowly and very gently slid my hard dick into her wet pussy.

"My, God your cunt feels soooo fucking good," I whispered into her ear. Her breath quickened and she thrust her hips as I moved into her. "I've wanted my dick inside you since I was eleven." She whimpered softly and grunted as she thrust to meet me.

Yes, as prim and proper as she is talking dirty to her turns her on. "We have three and a half days of vacation left and our goal is to concentrate on your pleasure." Again she whimpered and her arms tightened around me.

"I feel so safe when you hold me so close", she said softly.

"How do you feel when I put my dick inside you?" I asked.

"Like a woman," she answered confidently.

"No, like your woman.", she corrected herself.

"Mom," I gasped. "You're my MILF and oh God, I'm cumming."

I felt her hips thrust hard three time and she screamed, "Me too Baby." We were barely done cumming and she asked me, "Please, fuck me again. I'm sorry but I can't get enough."

I did her two more times and then she rolled me over and got on top of me and sat straight upright as she rode my hard dick. "I think this is one of my favorite positions" I said as she bounced up and down on me.

"Why is that?" she asked.

"'cause I get to look at and play with your fantastic tits. Do you know that a lot of people talk about your tits?". Her breath quickened as did her rhythm.

I saw her face redden yet again. "You're just saying that."

"Every friend I have would kill to be where I am right now." She went from calm, slow and easy to frantic, fast and hard in three seconds flat.

"Mikey, I'm cumming again." I was too.

There was a knock on the door and Sean stuck his head in. "Jeeez, you guys gonna come up for air soon? We're an hour late for lunch."

We both sat up in bed and I put my arm around her and whispered into her ear as I stroked her pussy. "Soon as we get that lawn mowed I know where I wanna go for lunch."

Her face got red and her eyes opened really wide and she got this completely horrified look on her face. Then she hugged me. "You're terrible," she chastised me, "but I love you for it."

Then I pointed out that we hadn't had clothes on for twenty hours and that I was decades away from being tired of seeing her naked.

Chapter 7b

Life Gets Very Interesting - Kimiko's version

I would like to state, for the record, that the most accurate account of this part of my life will come from Mikey or Sean. My son Mike had literally taken me places I had never been, or for that matter, ever knew existed.

Since Mike, I'm sure, has described what happened, with an attention to detail that I would find downright embarrassing, I'm going to pass on attempting to relate what happened that morning. Instead I'm going to do what nobody can do better than I can. That's relate what's happened to me mentally and even physically.

I'm not the same person I was a week ago. I'm not even the same person I was 48 hours ago. I've explained who and what I was just a few days ago but, in case you forgot or were skimming to get to the sexy parts, I'll do it again. Honestly, if all you want is a sex story you can, no doubt, easily find a better one. However, if you're looking for a sexy story, one that will excite you one several levels, this may be what you're looking for.

My sexual life started late. I masturbated the first time when I was about 16 and managed to give myself an orgasm when I was 17. I lost my virginity when I was almost 20 and was married by the time I was 21. The first time I had intercourse with my husband was my second time ever. By the time my first son, Sean, was born my sexual experience consisted of being a convenient sperm receptacle. That's how I'd been treated and how I felt.

I had a husband that saw no need to give me time to become lubricated or excited. I wasn't even worth a tube of KY Jelly. Saliva was the best lubrication I got and more often than not I had nothing at all. Enough force applied did the trick for him. All that mattered to him was having someplace warm to ejaculate.

My Mom told me that it could always be worse. I did voice displeasure to her a couple of times but never any details. Once I considered telling her that if it wasn't so bad maybe she wanted to spread her legs for him. That wouldn't have been respectful and I was brought up by Japanese to be respectful.

I lived that way until I was 38. Then a miracle happened to me. My husband dictated that I was to institute the obscure Japanese practice of mother's having sexual relations with their sons. I had no choice but to do what he said.

I discovered two wonderful young men that needed no help in understanding giving and sharing and loving. The last thing I feel like today is a sperm receptacle. I feel like a woman who is loved, cared for and respected. I ended up being the student and not the teacher. My sons made me feel this way. They're 15 and 16 years old and they taught me what it feels like to be a woman and to be loved.

As far as the age thing goes, Mike has told me something probably three times in the last two days... On second thought I should probably mention this later. You may not be quite ready for that yet. Anyhow...

They taught me how wonderful sex can be. Yes, they are young and maybe what I'm doing makes me a horrible mother but I don't think it does. My boys make me feel attractive and desired and... and alive. They seem to be enjoying this is as much as I do. I don't see anyone being hurt here. OK, maybe Tommy. We shall see but if he does get hurt I have no pity for him. If he got everything he deserved he would be fertilizing a field somewhere.

I like to think I lost my virginity with Mike. I wish that my first time could have been with someone like him. He and Sean have already taken me places I never knew existed and I have a feeling they're nowhere near done.

What I had expected to be a horrible ordeal was, instead, the best turn my life could have taken. I also know what you're thinking. You're thinking of telling me that Tommy knew what would happen and planned this for my benefit.. You will see, later, that this is not true.

Chapter 7c

Life Gets Very Interesting - Sean's Version

I don't know what to say. First, my little brother has been a pain in my ass for many years. Most little brothers are. What I learned recently is that he's done a lot of growing up and now he feels like my big brother.

Mikey's become the center of our family. The part that really matters, anyhow. It isn't like he took over or anything bad. He's the one that keeps things running smoothly.

Like Mom said, she didn't know what our family needed. She thought the way we were was pretty much how all families were. Mikey was the only one of us who knew better.

OK. I hope Mom doesn't read this. She thinks I'm as good as Mikey but she's wrong. I was scared of the sex part. I knew I would screw it up and ruin it for everybody, somehow. That's why I held back. Mike was smart enough to see that and find a way to manipulate me into getting with the program.

Mikey actually put Mom, Miho, he put her feelings and needs first. Me, I'm not that much of a good guy. Had I had the balls I would have been happy to get laid and then go watch a movie on TV. Mike's showing me that's pretty fucking selfish. I see how Mom looks at him and she knows he's special. Even though I'm a jerk he keeps trying to show me how to be special too. I guess that's what moms are supposed to do.

Mom will never look at me exactly the same way she does at Mike. Mike showed all of us what happens when you care more for someone else than you do for yourself. This comes naturally to Mike. He doesn't have to try to be the hero. He just IS the hero and I'm the wanna-be hero. I love him for helping me. I wish I hadn't needed the help.

My brother, Michael James Komatsu, is the best person I know.

Chapter 8a

Winging it - Mike's Version

Miho says I should start this chapter too, since she suspects her ability to remember and record her thoughts could "be compromised." I love how she put that. "Compromised." All I can say is I have a few ideas in compromising her ability to accurately record. My God, I love this.

According to Sean it was well past lunch. Actually it was because we had completely missed breakfast for more pressing matters.

Since everyone was starving lunch was the top priority. Miho was looking through the fridge for some leftovers. "Come on, Mom," I asked, "you're not cooking and then cleaning up. We're going out for lunch."

"Awwww, thank you for the thought but it's the end of the week. I don't have enough money to pay for lunch out."

"Mom. I asked both of you out to lunch" I said. "Where did you get the idea you had to pay?"

"I can't expect you to pay for my lunch," she said.

"You sure as Hell can when I invite you," I said.

"But you don't have any money either," she insisted.

I held up a $100 bill. "Yes I do," I said as I waved it around.

"Where did you get that?" she asked me.

"The same place I get all my money. Selling heroin in the elementary school playground every day at lunch. Those Columbian drug cartels aren't nearly as smart as everyone thinks. I skim a few grand a week for 'incidentals.'"

She stared at me with the most horrified expression I'd ever seen. This is a good time for me to tell you, the reader, something about my Mom. I love her dearly but when you smack her hard, right in the face, with a total bullshit answer, it takes her a few seconds more than it should to do the calculations necessary to call bullshit on the statement. If she has a flaw, this is it.

This time it took a lot more than a few seconds. You've got to remember what she had been through and what her mind had been put through over the last twenty hours or so. She was in full overload.

"Mom, I'm joking," I said, sorry I made the joke on the first place.

"I knew that," she said, in a robotic tone, a few seconds before she started laughing wildly. Now it was my turn to process unexpected information. That was a new laugh. I'd never heard that laugh come out of her body. It was radically different from any laugh of hers I'd heard before. It was.... wow... it was honest and it was relaxed and it was real. I'd never witnessed this before. My Mom was, for the first time I know of, was truly having fun.

"OK, enough of this. It's time to eat," Sean announced.

We all started for the door but something just wasn't right. "Wait a minute," I asked. Sean and Mom stopped but Sean was looking slightly annoyed. I knew he was hungry, but...

I looked at Mom and shook my head. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"There's nothing wrong but there's something that's not quite right."

"Please, explain," she asked.

"I'll try to make this quick. Mom, Miho, I've explained how all our friends look at you as, well, a very sexy woman and I've explained how they rate moms. You were always shocked and excited but you never said one word about disliking any of what I told you, did you?" I asked.

"No, I did not," she answered.

"It all turned you on, didn't it?" I asked.

"It did," she replied, blushing brightly.

"So I'm assuming that you're discovered that you like being looked at by guys our age?" I asked.

Miho looked at the floor and softly answered "Yes."

"Then I make it my responsibility to make certain that every time you leave the house you look fantastic," I suggested.

"Mikey," she said as she looked at me with those big, brown eyes, "I only want you and Sean to touch me...."

"I know that," I said "but I also know that you love making our friends want to fuck you." I could have said that a lot differently but I knew the way I said it made her panties wet.

"I'll see you guys in the car," Sean announced as he walked out the door. It was his normal way of telling people to hurry it up.

Miho blushed deeply as she replied, "You know me too well."

"Not as well as I want to know you. I want to keep learning more about you so I can keep you wanting Sean and I to get into your pants."

"Do we really need to go anywhere right now?", she asked as her breath quickened. "Sean can wait just a few minutes," she suggested as she hugged me and rubbed her pussy against my leg."

"Miho, what I want to do to you can't be done in a few minutes." It was really fucking hard to say "no" to her. As hard as I tried I couldn't stop myself from slipping my hand down the front of her shorts and inside her panties. She was as wet as I'd expected and began rubbing herself against my hand.

"Mikey," she said as she began panting, "I don't want to beg you... but I will if I need to."

Son of a bitch she knew how to get to me. "We really need to get going." I said in what was obviously a feeble attempt to get Sean fed. "OK, then beg me," I told her as I began rubbing circles over her clit.

She began gasping, "Mike, please Mike, I need you. I can't wait until we get back home."

"You call that begging?" I asked as I pushed a finger into her pussy.

She dropped to her knees and groveled at my feet. "Honey, please, oh God please..." Then she looked up into my eyes and I saw tears in hers, "Fuck me, fuck me any way you want just please, please, fuck my cunt right now."

Talking dirty worked on me, too, I just discovered. I knew it wouldn't last very long for either one of us. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to my bed. I jerked her shorts and panties down to her knees and lay her back on the bed. I dropped my jeans and underwear before I pinned he knees to her chest and jammed my dick inside her. There was nothing gentle or loving about this. She begged to be fucked and that was all I could do. I thought I was in control but, for these few minutes, she owned me.

I pounded my dick into her hard and fast. I could literally hear how wet she was. I remembered how my asshole father had hurt her but then I remembered just how wet she was and knew I wasn't going to be guilty of the same sin.

"Mike, I'm going to cum." she blurted out just as her pussy clamped around my dick.

"Oh, fuck, your cunt's so tight. I'm cumming too," I screamed. My own scream surprised me. I hadn't expected it.

She looked up at me silently and without any expression other than exhaustion. "Wow!" was all she said. Then I saw a faint smile on her face and then she began laughing. "Wow!", she said one more time. "That was... incredible. Mike, I hope we're all learning, not just me."

"You don't need to worry about that. Sean and I are learning every second."

"Good," she answered. "Then please make a note. I don't need any notes for this. I'll never forget this discovery as long as I live. I'm not fragile and I don't break easily, obviously," she said as she giggled. "Sometimes I want to be loved and I want you to make love to me...." as she paused she blushed deeply, "and sometimes, unbeknownst to even me, I want to be taken like you can't help yourself no matter how hard you try."

"You mean like you're the hottest fuck on the planet?" I asked.

She blushed again and answered, "Yes, exactly like that."

"That's not hard because you ARE the hottest fuck on the planet."

Then she giggled again. Actually it was more of a full blown laugh. Something I'd never heard until the last 24 hours. "Mikey, do you realize you still have me folded up like a pretzel?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "No, I didn't realize that.". Then I slowly pulled my dick out of her. "And I didn't realize I was keeping that huge load I just pumped into you from draining out. You need to be vertical soon."

"I can fix that," she laughed as she ran for the bathroom.

When she exited the bathroom a few minutes later she looked factory fresh again. There was no remaining evidence of the high speed collision of two passionate bodies that occurred just a few minutes ago. I looked her over from head to toe. She noticed what I was doing. "Do I pass?"

"Just a second.", I answered as I quickly unbuttoned and removed her top before removing her bra and replacing her top. I stood back and looked her over again. "You certainly do.", I declared.

"Not wearing a bra makes a big difference?" she asked.

"With normal, every day women, probably not. Actually it can hurt, but women in the big leagues, the top one percent, like you, yes, it makes a big difference," I explained.

"Before I forget," she said, "I want to talk with you tonight, alone. Can we do that?"

"There's a double header on TV tonight. Sean wouldn't miss that for anything and I mean anything," I told her.

"Good, it's a date. Maybe we can go out for a late night snack or something?" she suggested.

"Now that's something I wouldn't miss for the world. Yep, it's a date," I answered enthusiastically.

In thirty seconds we were out the door and joining Sean in the car. "Nice touch," he said, "losing the bra. I like it. I like it a lot."

"Sean, it took you like what, four seconds to notice. Do you guys have bra detection apps on your phones too?" she asked, obviously surprised by the American male's ability to detect minute differences in a woman's appearance.

"No, we have dicks that get hard.", he said like a true smart-ass. Everyone had a good laugh at that, especially Miho.

Sean made a joke about the lack of bra but he made me think about something I'd noticed myself. After all that time inside and most of it spent naked with Miho and Sean it was strange to be outside and dressed. Everything seemed different. The first thing I noticed was Miho. She's been a beautiful woman for as long as I can remember but it was different now. Before, I guess I rated her beauty on what I could see, which wasn't much. Now that I'd spent a lot of time with her naked I had a different perspective. When I looked at her hot ass through her shorts I knew precisely what her hot ass looked like without the shorts. When I stared at her boobs jiggling, inside her top, as she walked I knew what her boobs looked like jiggling, as she walked, when she was topless. There was a positive side to this. My dick was hard more often than it used to be. There was also a negative side to this. My dick was hard more often than it used to be.

There was something else too. Something else I hadn't expected. Something that felt odd yet felt very good. I felt like Miho was now my woman. I was responsible for her now. It was my duty to look out for her and protect her. I don't think Sean felt the same feelings. If he did I'm pretty sure I would have noticed it. I know my father never felt it.

With all that going through my mind I wondered what Miho wanted to talk about tonight. It sounded like it was real important to her. It's like I entered a whole new world. It was a little scary but I didn't want to go back. No, I didn't want to go back even a little bit.

"Mike. Mike.... Are you OK Mike?" Being asked for the fourth time, at least, by Miho jarred me back into the present time.

"Where do you want to go for lunch?" she asked me.

"I remember we passed that new soup and salad restaurant a few times and you said you would like to try that," I answered.

"Thanks for remembering but where do YOU want to go?" she asked again.

"That's where I want to go. I want to go where you want to go. I'm allowed to do that."

"Yes, you are.", she said. "I really appreciate it, too. I know both you boys would rather get pizza."

"Actually, I'd really rather go where you want to go. When we were little kids you always gave up on where you wanted to go so we could go where WE wanted to go. That needs to change."

She blushed, as she did so often over the last couple of days, and turned the car in to the soup and sandwich restaurant's parking lot. "If you insist."

I jumped out and opened Mom's door and offered her my hand to help her out of the car. She grinned at me and looked down as she opened her legs much wider than she needed to exit the car. Then she looked at the ground and blushed. "It would have been better with a skirt and no panties but I loved the thought," I said right before giving her a quick kiss.

She smiled at me sheepishly. "Do I really look OK without a bra?" she asked.

"Of course you do," I answered. "You have fantastic boobs."

"Is that why you looked extra hard when you took my bra off right before we left?"

"Miho, I wanted to make love to you again after seeing you there topless.", I confessed.

She blushed deeply before saying, "Mikey. I wouldn't have even thought of stopping you, I hope you realize that.

"I didn't but I do now and I have a pretty good memory."

"You guys coming?" Sean asked as he opened the restaurant door.

We hurried because he was holding the door open for us. I couldn't help but notice the enticing bounce her boobs had when they were free to jiggle. A waitress took us to a table and seated us. I sat across from Mom and Sean sat beside me.

Mom gave a little shiver and said, "Brrrrr. They've got the air turned up pretty high." I was already noticing that her nipples were pushing hard against the fabric of her top.

"Yes, they do and the cold is going to make you one popular lady in here today." She gave me a quizzical look before she looked down at her chest.

"Oh My God!" she exclaimed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest to hide her highly erect nipples.

"You're disappointing a lot of people and not all of them are children." I said to see her reaction. I obviously shocked her. "You're not alone," I said as I pointed at a mom, dad and two kids, a boy maybe 12 and a girl 15 ish. Her nipples were displayed proudly, just not on a set of boobs as attractive as Miho's. A few seconds later the boy looked our way and there was no doubt he saw Miho and liked what he saw. She could tell he appreciated what he saw.

"Any idea what he's thinking about," I asked.

She was just about to comment when the waiter came to see if we were ready to order. He was older, like maybe 18. He took one look at her chest an offered, "Yes, Ma'am, we know it's too cold in here and the repairman is coming as soon as he can." I was so proud of her when she looked up at him and smiled sweetly. He took our orders and a few seconds later came back to see if we forgot anything.

"Was he, what do you guys call it? 'Checking me out' again?"

"Of course he was," Sean offered. "He's male and you're hot. Why wouldn't he?"

"What, no blush?" I asked her.

"I'm becoming accustomed, I think," she answered.

"I thought so. I have work to do then." I could tell she wanted to ask but that she thought maybe she could figure it out herself.

After the food came and we had starting eating, Sean, who had been pretty quiet said, "Hey guys. I hate to be a jerk but theres a double header on TV tonight and I've been looking forward to it and there's a huge pre-game show and of course the post-game extravaganza. Would either of you mind if, on the way home, I picked up a few burgers and stuff to eat tonight and just holed up with the den TV for the duration?"

"I don't know," I answered. "You're an important part of this family and that's being sort of anti-social, isn't it?"

Miho looked at me and gave me that, "Stop making your big brother feel bad... you know he's different," look. I just winked at her.

"Are you sure?. I mean if you really need to I guess we could try to get by without you." I gave Miho a sideways glance; a signal for her to chime in.

"If it's that important to you, I guess it's OK. We will miss you, though. There's nothing we can do about that," she added quite convincingly.

"Thanks guys. I promise I'll make it up to you. It's just these are two really important games and if we win one... and if we win both..."

She and I rolled our eyes back in our heads and giggled as he went on and on to himself.

Sean was eating his lunch and surfing on his cell, probably looking up stats for tonight's big game so Miho began talking quietly, just between the two of us.

"Mikey, can I ask you some personal questions. Do you mind?"

"Can I be brutally honest?" I asked.

"Of course you can and you decline to answer completely if you want," she said.

"First," I explained, "there is nothing you can ask me that I would refuse to answer. And secondly, if you can say 'fuck me, fuck me any way you want just please, please, fuck my cunt right now.' and mean it, there is nothing we can't say or do to each other, dontcha think?"

She blushed so badly I thought she was going to pass out. She reached across the table and touched my hand. I saw a tear run down her cheek. She whispered very softly, "Mike, I love you, as a son, just as I always have, just as a mom should. Now, I also love you as an equal, as a person who shows me he loves me as he always did and who shows me and teaches me new ways." Then the tears really started. "This is so wrong but... I want you to be my lover. Will you, please?"

"Miho, I was afraid to ask if it was OK but I've been your lover since that first time. So far, the greatest accomplishment of my life has been to make you cum. If it's OK you and I have a lot of exploring to do together. And one more thing,"

"What's that?', she asked as she struggled to hold back tears.

"If it's OK, I want to be your lover a few more times before the day's over."

She squeezed my hand so tightly she was shutting off the circulation. "You just made me a very happy woman and I'm yours as often as you want."

"I haven't even started yet," I promised her. "Oh, and what was the question you wanted to ask?"

"It seems silly now."

"Please, ask it anyhow," I insisted.

"It's going to be one more thing I've never talked to anybody about before," she explained.

"Good, I'm enjoying all of our 'firsts' we've shared lately."

She paused and took a deep breath. "That lady over there," she began as she pointed to the mom, dad and two kids." You pointed her out to me. Is she attractive to you?"

"She's attractive but she's pretty average. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with her. I'm sure she's a nice looking woman and probably a fantastic wife and mom but as far as being attractive, she's sort of plain."

She looked around the room for a few seconds. "What about her, the one in the flowered top, the red-head?"

"The one with the dude that's probably ten years older than her," I asked.

"Yes, that one," she said.

"She isn't exactly plain," I said. "How old do you think she is?"

"Maybe 40, 41, 42. Probably about that. Tell me what you like about her."

"She is a little older than you but a few extra years doesn't keep someone from being a hottie. She has a pretty face, her boobs are nice, her legs are a little heavy and so's her butt. I was guessing until she stood up and I could see more. Yes, she's attractive."

"Mind if I pick out another one?" she asked. "This is sort of fun."

"I don't mind at all."

She studied the crowd for almost a full minute. "Over there, way over by the restrooms. See her? She's with a young guy, maybe 16."

"I see her," I confirmed. "White top, great boobs, just about the same shape as yours but a tiny bit smaller and she's showing a little bit more."

"A lot more," she corrected me.

"A nice skirt, pretty short AND slit up the front. Great legs. She's hot. If you hadn't picked her to talk about I would have," I said.

"So, you think she's hot?" Miho asked me.

"I do. She's very hot and she's dressing to show off what she's got too," I added.

"That's not unusual.", she said. "Lots of women are show-offs."

"Right, but she's not showing off to everyone. See how she keeps leaning toward him and pointing to something on his menu," I said. Do this for me. Pretend you're going to the ladies room and walk past slowly and maybe you can get a closer look at her when she's leaning toward him."

"It won't be pretending," she explained as she got up. "This is fun."

Mom got lucky. She got to see the lean both going to and coming back from the restroom. "Holy crap, Mikey. You won't believe this. Hurry, go look for yourself. Hurry."

I did as I was told and I saw why she was so worked up. He was getting a full boob shot every time she leaned forward. When I sat back down at the table Miho was still excited.

"Did you see that? He's seeing her whole breast every time. I could see her areolas and everything. Did you see that?" She was practically giddy.

"I saw it. Her boobs are almost as nice as yours and I saw he was looking every time she leaned too."

"I saw more," she continued. "I checked out her slit skirt too. When she's sitting down he can see her panties if she's wearing any and if she isn't..." Mom blushed as she described what she saw.

"And what if she isn't?" I asked.

"Then he's getting what you guys refer to as a beaver shot?" she guessed.

"No, not quite." I explained. "A beaver shot is any time you get to look at a woman's crotch. Rarely do you see anything bare."

"That's right. I should have known that. How often do you guys look up a skirt and see the woman's..." she paused making up her mind what word to use, "pussy"?

"Sadly, almost never," I answered.

"So," she began as she looked into my eyes. "Is she a woman you would have like to have sex with?"

Again, it was my turn to blush. "A few days ago, yes. If I had the chance I'd have been in her pants SOOOOOO fast, but,"

She cocked her head off sideways and looked at me closely. "But, what?

"But since then I've become involved with a fantastic, gorgeous lady I love with all my heart and I want to spend all my time and energy pleasing her and making her happy."

I have no idea why she looked so shocked and surprised. "My life really has changed completely, hasn't it?" she asked quietly.

"If I have anything to do with it yes, it has changed 100% for the better," I promised her.

Tears began streaming. "I would have never asked you to... be... only with me."

"Luckily you didn't need to.", I joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Want to finish talking about them?" I asked as I nodded my head in their direction.

"There's more?", she asked as her eyes widened.

"Of course there is. The best part," I teased.

"Go on," she asked.

"They're Mom and son."

Her face froze. "Get outta here!"

I cracked up. The look on her face when she said three words I never expected to come out of her was priceless. "They are."

"How do you know that?".

"Remember when I went to a track meet at that expensive private school across town?" I asked.

"Yes." she answered.

"He was their star in the 100 meters and she was some big wig in charge."

Suddenly she started whispering. "Do you think they're, you know, doing the nasty?"

Again I cracked up. "I never knew I had such a cool, fun Mom. I just fell 'in like' with you too." I confessed to her. "I asked around a little while I was there and one of the guys said he thought they probably were."

"Why would you ever think to ask such a thing?" she whispered.

"I saw something.", I began. I was looking for a place to pee and I found one of the locker rooms. I saw her waiting just inside the door and she was looking nervous like she wasn't supposed to be there and was afraid of getting caught. He came out of the shower and walked right up to her, naked."

I looked across the table and saw her silently mouth the words, "Holy fuck."

She was hooked and I knew her panties were soaked. "Miho, are you ready?"

She silently nodded her head, "Yes."

"I watched her give him a blow job." I swear to God she almost had an orgasm, Mom I mean. "He came in her mouth and she swallowed."

It took several minutes before I was sure she wasn't going to hyperventilate. "You watched it?"

"I did."

"And you knew it was his Mom?" she asked.

"I knew I was told it was his Mom and I know a lot of guys who would have sex with their mom if they had the chance," I answered. "I've been one since I was 11."

She sat silently taking everything in. "Can we talk about this later, after I've had a chance to think about this?"

"Anytime you like.", I answered. "Would you like to pick one more woman?" I asked.

She smiled. "I'd love to if you wanted to."

"Sure, this is fun," I answered.

"Let me find another one," she said as she scanned the room. "The blond over there, waiting at the cash register. What about her?"

I laughed. "You mean Kathleen?"

"You know her, too? Miho seemed surprised.

"Kathleen Brennan, my math teacher. Yes, I know her."

"How does she rate on your phone app?" she asked me.

"She doesn't. She's not eligible," I explained.

"She's not? Why not? She's a knock-out."

"She's not a MILF."

She thought a few seconds. "Oh, I get it. She's not a mom so she can't be a MILF."

"Excellent. Very good. That's exactly correct," I congratulated her.

"So she's not a MILF but she is your teacher. You must rate her somehow."

"This is weird talking to you about this stuff," I said.

"If it's too weird we don't need to talk about it," she said.

"Mom, it's weird but I want to talk to you about it."

"For real. Seems odd you would want to talk to your Mom about how women are attractive to you."

Now it was my turn to get red-faced. "We sort of broke out of the Mom-son thing the first time you spread your legs for me and I jammed my dick up your pussy." I was afraid I could have said something wrong but when she laughed hard enough people from neighboring tables looked over to see what was going on I knew I was OK.

"Oh, yes," she giggled wildly. "I guess we did. Please, tell me about her.

"Miho, she's special. She's almost as special as you are."

"Really?" she asked as she raised her eyebrows. "More special than the blow job mom? Should I be jealous?"

"Not really.", I said. "But I had it pretty bad for her."

"Awwwww, Mikey. How bad?"

"You've seen what she looks like. In her class I always sat in the first row. Wait, I need to tell you this first. She's the ONLY teacher to be sent home to change both her top AND her skirt on the same day."

"Too much skin, right?" she asked.

"Too much leg and too much boob," I explained. "Too low-cut and no bra."

"How could you know that? That she wasn't wearing a bra?" Miho asked.

"She made a habit of coming to my desk to help me with problems and when she bent down to see my paper I..."

"You looked down her top, didn't you?" she asked.

"I did," I answered.

"How much could you see?" she asked.

"Two bare boobs. Her top was low enough and loose enough I saw everything."

"You could see her bare nipples?" she asked. When she asked this question she was breathing a little more heavily than before.

"They were three inches from my face. Yes, I saw her bare nipples."

"Did seeing her bare breasts excite you?"

"I got very hard. Yes, seeing her bare boobs made me real hard."

"What about her skirt. How short was it?" Miho was getting really involved with this.

"About an inch and a half longer than it had to be to hide her panties."

"So you saw a lot there too, didn't you?" She was getting turned on by this talk as much as I was.

"Miho, like I said, I sat in the front row and I swear she LET me look up her skirt every single day."

"How could you know for sure she let you look?"

"I always looked up her skirt and about every other day, sometimes every day she would catch me looking and then give me a big smile and open her legs wider," I explained.

"How much could you see?" Like I said, she was getting off on this at least as much as I was.

"I always saw her panties, every time. Once, it was... uhhh, different.

"Tell me about it, the different day."

"It didn't start much different," I explained. "I was looking up her skirt and when she caught me I licked my lips."

"...and?" she asked like she was trying to rush me along.

"And she spread a lot wider for a second. He panties were very thin, almost see through."

"...AND?" she asked even more insistently.

"And I saw her pussy lips and I think her panties were wet."

"My God, you're serious, aren't you?" she asked although she already knew the answer.

"I am."

"She was torturing you, wasn't she?"

"It sure seemed like it to me," I said softly. "I had this fantasy that one day my cell was going to ring and I'd have a message from her, with a half-naked picture of her, giving me the address to her home."

"Would you have gone?" she asked me.

"I would have gotten up from desert and excused myself and went there, yes I would have," I said softly.

"You thought she was one of those teachers you hear about having sex with boys even younger than you, didn't you?", Miho asked sounding very sympathetic.

"I still think she is."

"So when your text message and picture arrive will you tell me where you're going?" she asked.

"Sure, I can tell you now. I won't tell you anything like that because I won't be going," I answered.

I saw a look of disbelief on her face. "Why not?"

"Miho, this was happening when I had nobody. I have a friend and lover now, you. I don't want or need anyone else. You're more than I could ever hope for. Miho, I love you." I should have waited because it had to be embarrassing for her when she broke down crying in a public place.

"We need to go home.", she said softly after she regained control. "I want, no, Baby. I need to be alone with you.

"Anytime you like, Miho. Anytime."

On the way home we stopped and Sean got a bag of burgers, fries, tacos and chips to keep up his strength during the big games. When we got home he excused himself and disappeared to the den for the duration. Miho and I went to my room. We had a lot we wanted to do.

Chapter 8b

Winging it - Kimiko's Version

I remember Sean declaring that it was well past lunchtime. Both my boys are good eaters but Sean's always been the one that was on the verge of starvation if he went more than three hours without a meal. It was that way in his strained carrot days and in his pizza days.

I was looking for some leftovers to warm up when the boys mentioned going out for lunch. I didn't have any extra cash and I mentioned that. Mike said it was his idea and his treat. I felt bad about letting him pay for my lunch but he convinced me he wanted to do it.

That decided, it was time to get ready to leave. We had gotten dressed and were joking around a little when Mike suggested something was wrong. He said that from now on it was his job to make sure I looked my best when I left the house. He was inside my head and knew that me knowing what his friends said about me turned me on. Then he told me he wanted to keep learning more about me so that he could keep me wanting to let Sean and him get into my pants.

I think he was well aware that what he was saying was exciting me. I don't remember exactly what I said but I let him know I would rather stay home and let him have his way with me right now. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I would have rather stayed home and had my way with him, probably several times. I'm embarrassed at just how much I did want him. I wasn't in control at that time. I let him know I wanted sex with him right now and that I didn't want to beg but I would if I needed to. I hugged him and ground my pussy against his leg.

I knew he wanted to go out to lunch because his brother was hungry but I wanted him to make love to me again. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to make me feel the way only he and Sean had ever made me feel.

I don't remember every word I said but I remember enough to know that I'm not proud of the way I acted. I got on my knees and begged my 15 year old son to have sexual intercourse with me. I remember saying to him that I wanted him to "fuck my cunt right now."

I guess being vulgar can be exciting. I was shocked when it excited me and I was shocked that I had used vulgarity on Mikey. I must say it changed his mind about waiting until we returned home. I don't remember very well what happened over the next few minutes. Mike picked me up and carried me to his bed. I could feel his immediacy and his need. He was very excited and I had caused it. I had no idea what he was going to do to me and the combination of his excitement and not knowing what to expect and my own excitement had me breathing very heavily. Mike jerked off my shorts and panties and tossed them before he pushed me backwards into a horizontal position. I watched him drop his jeans and underwear. I saw him naked from the waist down and saw how hard he was... and how big. From the way things were unfolding I was not expecting him to be as gentle as he had been before. After all, I did my best to excite him as much as I could. I should have been more careful, possibly. He said nothing to me, nothing at all. He looked into my eyes for a split second before he got on top of me and put both of my knees knees against my chest. He was rough and it made me gasp.

My heart was beating extremely fast and hard. I realized I had just taken charge in a game I had no idea how to play. Mike tried to get me to go to lunch as we had planned and I had used filthy language to entice him to what I wanted instead. Now he was being rough and not taking time with me as he had before. I was scared and horribly excited. The second he pressed my knees against my chest I felt his penis touch my pussy and then it a fraction of a second he had shoved it inside me as deeply as was possible.

I felt that it couldn't go any deeper. I wanted to ask him to stop but I couldn't because I was grunting so loudly. He was slamming himself into me as deep and fast and hard as he could... and I was on fire. Once, years ago a friend of mine told me about telling her husband to "fuck me like you mean it". Mikey was fucking me like he meant it.

I felt like there was a machine inside me and I think I started cumming almost as soon as he was inside me. I screamed to Mikey that I was cumming and I think he answered that he was too. He mentioned something about my pussy being so tight and I exploded and so did he.

As soon as my brain functioned again I looked up and said the only word that fit, "Wow.", then I laughed.

I took off for the bathroom to freshen up a bit and Mike was ready to go when I came out. I saw him looking me over closely and realized it was him checking me out before leaving the house, like he explained to me he would be doing. Being scanned like that was making me wet again already. Then he hurriedly undid and removed my top before he took my bra off.

His eyes lingered on my bare breasts and I was ready for sex again. Then he put my top back on, checked me out again and we were ready to go. He explained something to me but I have no idea what it was. I wanted him inside me again and that was all my brain could accommodate.

The next thing I knew I was in the driver's seat and Sean was saying something about noticing I was bra-less. I worked to concentrate strictly on driving. I blocked out everything around me and drove to the restaurant.

Again, I'm going to let Mike tell you what happened in the restaurant but I want to share a tiny portion of what I felt.

I went into the restaurant a Mom that had, very recently, been forced into having a sexual relationship with her sons. I went from disgusted by the idea to being extremely excited by it. I had sexual intercourse with both sons and wanted more, much more.

I'd never had enjoyable sex before them but with them I was having screaming, writhing orgasms. I was learning about how much sexual pleasure was possible between two people. I now felt desire. I wanted my boys to want me. I wanted to give myself to them. Unbelievable to me they also wanted me. One thing I will never forget is what it felt like the first time one of my sons held me in his arms and penetrated me.

My sexual appetite became ravenous. I couldn't get enough. Then, while Mikey and I talked during our lunch I learned about love and sex. Sex was fantastic but sex combined with love was 1,000 times better. I'll explain more fully as time goes on; as I learn more myself.

Chapter 9a

Preliminaries - Kimiko's Version

Mike and I holed up in his room. It felt good in there. It was small and cozy and it was comfortable. We both lay on his bed and snuggled as soon as the door was closed. A few weeks ago I would have thought his bed too small for more than one person but now, I loved how it forced us to be more intimate. We had no choice. There was nowhere else to go and it was fantastic.

I felt so safe and secure in Mike's arms. I could relax more than I ever thought was possible. I could also feel the love. I could also feel the other power he had over me. His ability to turn me from a docile, loving creature into a sex-crazed, wanton animal who would seemingly do anything to give or receive sexual pleasures.

We were almost asleep when Mike kissed me softly on the lips. Instantly my body went from complete relaxation to fully ready status. His second kiss excited me, as always.

"Miho, remember our plans?" he asked me.

"So much has happened," I said. "I'm not sure. What's the first thing you remember?"

He kissed me again softly. These soft kisses kept me in a holding pattern. I was by no means relaxed but I wasn't yet excited. I loved the holding pattern.

"Before we go any farther. I want to be sure I tell you how gorgeous you looked today and how much I enjoyed your fantastic company," he told me.

Talk like this, even though nothing else changed, was more than enough to nudge me firmly out of the holding pattern. I was trying to contain myself and not appear to be too much of a slut but I was beginning to understand the futility of this philosophy.

I had a talented and loving young man doing his best to excite me without touching me at all. He was, as he called it, making love to my mind. He was putting forth effort to give me pleasure and I was resisting. I had no virtue to defend. It made no sense to resist him so I let myself go. My panties were already wet and all he had done was kiss me and talk to me.

I did what had become natural for me. I put my leg over his and placed my crotch against his leg. He always seemed to enjoy that; we both did. It wasn't long before the wetness from my panties began to soak through my shorts.

"The first thing I remember. Hmmmm. I think I remember exactly what that is," he said.

"And what may that be?" I asked as I lay my face back against his shoulder and relaxed again.

"I believe the first item on the agenda is..." he paused for dramatic effect I presumed. "... shaving your pussy."

I wasn't expecting him to say that. The words hit me with the same authority as Mikey shoving his hand down the front of my panties would. I groaned embarrassingly loud and ground my pussy against his leg with an embarrassing amount of force. "Damn, you're one hot fucking lady."

I have no idea what it was about the thought of him shaving me that drove me wild. Maybe it was the control he would have over me as he shaved my most private place. Actually, from Mikey, I had no more private places. I had surrendered completely to him.

While I was thinking Mike opened my top and sucked one of my nipples. "You've got to go bra-less a lot more," he commented. "You look so much sexier and you're so much more... accessible."

Mike had me soaking wet back in the restaurant and even though nothing could come of it then I was still feeling the lingering affects. I was quickly becoming extremely re-excited. I needed my man already.

"I guess it's time to study the job before we start," he commented right before he pulled off my shorts and panties. "Spread your legs please," he asked. Being semi-dressed one second, being topless, and then unceremoniously stripped naked from the waist down the next second makes me a little crazy. I think Mikey knows this and uses it against me, bless his sexy little soul.

This was still a little embarrassing, I must admit but I gladly pulled up my knees and opened my legs wide enough to make my gynecologist proud.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm,", Mikey said. "Looks good enough to eat."

He knew that would humiliate me and that's why he did it. I was learning about his "mind fuck" and I must admit I was impressed. With no warning he pushed a finger all the way inside me. I was ready for this well over an hour ago and quite frankly my first moan was loud and my hips were already moving on their own.

"You've got to try to lay still if you can. Shaving your pussy could be hard if you're not laying still," he warned me.

I had been wanting to try "brazen hussy" mode and this seemed as good of a time as any. "Hey, Big Boy, maybe you need to wear me out so I can't move. Think ya got it in ya, Stud?" I said as trampishly as I could.

Mike literally laughed out-loud. "I was hoping you had an actress hiding somewhere inside you. Miho, we are going to have one Hell of a time together."

I laughed with him and I hadn't a clue what he was talking about but I knew I was going to enjoy finding out.

Mikey stepped over to his desk and picked up his camera. Mike's a pretty good amateur photographer and he liked carrying a compact, high quality camera with him wherever he went. He said cell phone cameras were sort of lousy. This was that camera.

He pointed the camera at me and told me to say "cheese" and then the flash went off three times. This time my entire body blushed. My son had just taken my first porno shot. I had no fear he would ever show anyone but Sean and myself but it's still an adrenaline rush when some takes an unexpected photo of you naked, on your back, with your legs spread. "The before picture," he said casually.

"That was embarrassing." I said quietly.

"I'm sorry," he said sounding so regretful. "We don't ever have to take another picture like that and I'll delete those. It's OK."

I looked up at him very sheepishly. "I said it was embarrassing. I didn't say I didn't like it." We both laughed out-loud again.

"Hold that thought.", he said as he hurriedly set up a tripod and attached his camera. Then he helped me sit up in bed and took my top completely off and fluffed up my hair a bit. He returned to the camera momentarily and fiddled with it a few seconds. Then a beeper went off and a light started flashing. He hurried back to the bed, picked me up and sat me on his lap, reached around and cupped both my breasts in his hands and at the final beep he quickly kissed my cheek and then placed his face right beside mine.

"This is going to be so hot.", he said as he went to get the camera. "God, I'm good," he said as he cycled through the three pictures. "Look at this," he said as he handed me the camera.

"Oh my God, Mikey, those are great. I mean they're great even though I'm in them."

"I've got to agree. I really like those, especially the last one," he said excitedly. "Damn, you are a knock-out. The camera doesn't lie. My hands cupping your boobs really gets to me too."

"Honey, it's learning time again," I said. "Looking at this picture makes me hot. I can't look at it without remembering how wonderful it feels when you touch me like that." I looked into his eyes and the emotions rushed over me to the point they almost took my breath away. "Mikey, please. Get naked."

He wasted no time and I motioned for him to lay on the bed. His broad, knowing smile told me that he had no objections. I threw one leg across him, straddled him very briefly and lowered myself down onto his very hard penis. I had no idea I was going to groan as loud as I did. "Did you get bigger?" I asked as I lay down on top of him.

"I think you got tighter," he groaned. He put his strong arms around me and held me tightly.

I began riding him slowly. Feeling him inside me was so much better than I remembered. "Mikey, I hope you love this as much as I do."

"Mom, I loved this morning and I want to do it a million more times. You're a lot of fun to be with but know what was really tough about it all?" he asked.

"What was tough?" I asked as I slid down his penis.

"Knowing that I had to wait until we got home so I could make love to you. Know what the best part was?"

I shook my head "no" as I began moving faster.

"The best part was... oh fuck you feel good" he gasped. "The best part was knowing that when we got home I was going to make love to you."

The guy gets to me, what can I say. I lost control. I went a little wild. The last thing either of us said for a half hour was Mike when he said quite loudly. "Yesssss Mom, fuck me like you mean it." I did. Oh God I did. I should probably be ashamed of myself. I'm not.

I woke up God knows how long after we collapsed into each other's arms, completely exhausted. As always I felt totally safe and secure there. I woke up with Mike kissing my face and teasing my clit with a wet middle finger. He has talented fingers. I was surprised how easily he could make me orgasm whether it was with a finger, his tongue or the more traditional means.

"We need to shave you down here," he said as he started the most wonderful massage I've ever felt... he was massaging my pussy, of course.

"Miho, it's time to get started. I need to get some practice. I'm thinking about opening a business if this works out."

"Oh you are, are you?"

"I've been practicing my sales pitch," he said proudly. The problem with Mike is that you can never tell for sure if he's joking or not.

"Really, do I want to hear this?" I asked.

"OK, maybe not my sales pitch but it will be the tag-line on my sign." I couldn't help but chuckle when he said that.

"You've got to tell me now.", I said. "The suspense is killing me."

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready." I answered.

"I may not be a gynecologist but I'll take a look."

I laughed so hard I almost choked. Leave it to my son, the comedian and accomplished lover. I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. "Baby, you would make a million. Now lets do this."

"Ready when you are.", he answered. "I need your electric clippers, a new razor, some shaving cream, a basin of water and a towel, a small pillow of some type, oh, and some lotion."

"Are you sure you've never done this before? Did you actually finish your story about your, uh, Kathleen, Kathleen Brennan, wasn't it?"

"If I'd done this with her I would remember. She's second only to you."

"Mikey, I could tell she's special to you. If you should ever get that text and picture you told me about, I would understand if you had to leave." I hoped I was telling the truth.

"Thank you but I won't be going anywhere," he assured me. "You get the items you have and I'll get what I have. Lets meet in your room, the light is so much better there."

Off we went and met up three minutes later. "Where do you want me?" I asked.

"On your back down here at the end of the bed with your knees up and your legs spread as wide as you can," he directed.

"Seems that's how you want me all the time these days," I said as I made a show of spreading my legs for him."

"It's how I've wanted you since I was 11," he said softly.

"You really mean that, don't you?" I asked.

"You have no idea," he answered.

"Can we talk about that someday?" I asked as I lay there completely exposed.

"Shit, that would be so hot," he answered. "But lets do this now," he said with a big smirk on his face. He laid out the towel to protect the bed and asked me to lift my butt a second. When I did he slipped the pillow underneath me. "That should make it easier," he added.

He plugged in the electric clippers and turned them on. The sudden noise made me jump but not as much as when he touched it between my legs. "Mike!" I screamed as I involuntarily jumped nearly off the bed.

"What, what?" he asked as her jerked the clippers away.

"Are you OK?" he asked me.

"Yes, I... I am. It was... wow, it was intense, too intense," I attempted to explain.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I blushed so badly I could feel how red my face was. "It's like... like if it wasn't so... intense it might feel really, really, really good, the vibrations, I mean."

"You mean really, really, really good like maybe good enough to make you cum?" he asked.

I was blushing again. I had come a long way in the last few hours but laying naked, legs spread wide, talking to my fifteen year old son about what may and what may not feel good enough to give me an orgasm was still something that seemed a little foreign to me. "Yes, I think it might."

"Really?", Mike asked in a tone that I knew meant he was developing a plan. If you remember the mad doctor in the old "B" movies then you know exactly how Mike sounded. "Give me a minute," he asked, obviously deep in thought.

Mike held the clippers in his hand and laid the back of his hand between my legs. He switched the clippers on and instantly I felt the vibrations against my pussy. "Oh, God," I gasped as my hips thrust on their own even though I would have preferred to pull away from the source of the vibrations. "STOP!" I screamed again.

"Still too much?" he asked.

I gasped a "Yes." as I tried to catch my breath.

"You OK?" he asked yet again.

"I think so.".

"What was it like this time?", he asked.

"It was still too intense but I think, I'm not sure but, Mikey, this is embarrassing," I said as I turned brand-new shades of red.

"Sure it is. It's supposed to be. That's why you're so excited right now."

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I know because it's my business to know. I want to be the guy that makes your pussy wet every time you think about me. I want to be that guy you'll always open your legs for. I want to be that guy that gives you screaming orgasms every single day. I'm the guy that wants to show you hundreds of new ways to make you beg me to fuck you. I want to be the guy that makes your cunt soaking wet from across a crowded room."

I couldn't take it anymore. "Mikey, please, oh God please, make love to me right now," I begged as I tried to open my legs wider.

"Miho, I want to make love to you so bad but I want more than just that for you," he said softly.

Without a word he dropped to his knees between my widely spread legs. I felt his hands part my pubic hair. I felt his tongue slip between my lips and tease my clit. I made some unintelligible noises as I thrust my clit against his tongue. The he sucked my clit into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. I knew I could orgasm in seconds but I also knew he wouldn't allow that, and he didn't. He stopped momentarily. I could feel his hot breath touching me but he did nothing. I writhed on the bed, needing, wanting and then I felt him thrust his tongue up inside me farther than I believed possible. I gasped like a drowning woman, "I'm cumming Mike." He stopped almost instantly.

"Not yet, you're not.". I stared up at him not believing what was happening. "I was just testing to see if everything down there still worked properly."

I tried to relax but he had me wound too tightly for that and he damned well knew that. I saw him fiddling with the clippers again and then I heard him turn them on. He held them in one hand and extended two fingers of that hand. Without warning he pushed those two fingers inside me. It was still too intense but he was watching me and listening to me closely. He adjusted the intensity by how far his fingers were inside me and how much pressure he applied with his fingers. Suddenly I was well beyond intelligent speech and I had no control of my own body.

"Is that any better?" he asked after he had pulled his fingers from my pussy. I suspected he knew I was on the very edge of orgasm.

"Ye... yes," I gasped.

"You're positive?" he teased.

I nodded my head violently, "Yes."

Thankfully he slipped those fingers back inside me. He was constantly readjusting the intensity as he felt I could stand more. The result was that I felt more and more like I was going to explode. I was exhausted unable to move much except my head and arms. I realized that my arms were spread wider than my legs and I was holding two fists full of blanket. I think I was trying to not fall of the Earth. Just as I felt the contractions he again removed his fingers. "No Baby, God no, please..." I protested.

"That was too much, wasn't it?" he asked".

"No... no," I blurted out.

"Are you positive? You seemed to be a little bit distressed."

"Fine, please... don't stop, please.

"Just so you're sure."

"I'm... I'm sure, please, oh God please Mikey."

I sensed he thought it was time; that I had been tortured almost enough. He seemed to give me as much intensity as he thought I could stand. When he knew I was again close to cumming he started to remove my fingers and I tried to scream "NO!" He quickly reinserted his fingers and shoved, not teased, me into an orgasm. I was a little preoccupied but I think my eyes and screams told the entire story.

I have no idea how long I was out but I woke up beside Mikey on his bed. I touched myself between my legs and found that I had been very nicely shaved while I was unconscious.

After that I got a little bit carried away. Mike will probably tell you about that but I'm a little to embarrassed. Anyhow, if he doesn't, you'll just miss out on something.

Chapter 9b

Preliminaries - Mike's Version

I read Miho's version and, as usual, she did a great job. I'm just going to chime in when I know something she didn't or when I have a different viewpoint.

If you hadn't noticed Miho was starved for any sort of adult attention and appreciation and I was more than willing to give it to her. It wasn't because of what I got in return. It was because I thought she deserved it and a lot more.

When we got back from lunch Sean holed up in the den and Miho and I had the rest of the house to ourselves. I just can't believe any guy would rather watch a baseball game than make love to a beautiful woman. The boy ain't right.

As she told you we did start the planned shaving operation but it got sidetracked. I would like to point out that Miho did go a bit more wild than she described. She was pretty out of it. I don't think parts of her brain were working correctly but she damned sure seemed to enjoy all four orgasms.

I'm not sure if she passed out or just went to sleep from exhaustion but I did manage to get her shaved quite nicely if I say so myself.

There is something she doesn't know and I'm not sure I'm going to tell her. She will find out if she reads this but I have nothing to do with that.

Shortly after the shaving began my cell rang. It was my father's secretary wanting to make an appointment for my father to speak with me. Make an appointment? This is nuts. I asked what he wanted and she said she didn't know. I told her to find out. She came back to the phone and told me he wanted to know "if the arrangement with our mother was working out" and if it wasn't he wanted to make "alternative arrangements." What a fucking arrogant asshole.

I went a little nuts, maybe more than I should have. The "arrangement?" He would make "alternative arrangements." I was in my Mom's closet when he called. She has like three outfits that are fit to wear when she leaves the house and they're five years old and were bought at K-Mart and Walmart. He buys a new $2,000.00 suit every month or so. I told her he could talk to me sometime after my mom got some money so she could at least replace her underwear when it wore out.

I was on a roll. I told her about the $2,000.00 suits and how Mom hasn't been able to buy anything for years. I told her we could talk after he gave her some money to live on. I told her that if he didn't produce ten grand I would call every one of his business associates and tell them how he treated his wife. I was asking for what he spent on himself, every five months. I told her I needed it delivered, in cash, to our home, within 90 minutes and that the courier could slip it under the door. In 91 minutes I would start letting the world know what an cheap ass I have for a father.

When I got off the phone I picked Miho up and carried her back to my room. For some reason she likes to be there more than any other place in the house. I snuggled up to her and took a short nap with her. I woke up before she did and went to see what may have been slid under the door. There were ten envelopes each containing twenty, $50.00 bills. I'm sure he couldn't afford an extra buck or two.

Suddenly I was feeling pretty good. I snuggled up against Miho again and fell asleep in seconds. I woke up with her in what seemed to be becoming her favorite position, her leg across mine. Her freshly shaved pussy felt different. It seemed softer and wetter. She was softly rubbing herself against my leg and breathing heavily. Damn, this was hot. I was concentrating on not doing anything that would give away the fact that I was awake. Soon she wasn't rubbing herself against my leg. She was grinding and her grunts and moans were much louder.

I readjusted myself so that she was grinding against my knee. She had rubbed herself against my leg before but she never got this excited by it. This time was different and it was hotter than shit. I raised my knee slightly and she pushed back even harder. The volume of her moans increased too. So did the speed of her movements. She was going to make herself cum. I could hear how wet she was and I could feel the wetness on my knee. Then she stopped moaning as loud and started rubbing and grinding faster. Her breath was coming in short gasps. I was right. She was going to make herself cum. I raised my knee again and increased the pressure against her clit and she started to thrash. I thought I was going to cum without my dick ever being touched. Then it happened. Her body stiffened and she screamed. She actually convulsed for a few seconds before she collapsed.

That was too much for me. I flipped her over on her back and I got my dick all the way inside her before knew what was happening. The look on her face told me she had no expectation this was going to happen. Her pussy contracted so tightly I came in a couple of seconds right along with her. This time she came more violently than she had a few seconds before.

It took several minutes before we could catch our breath. She was just staring up into my eyes the whole time then she took my face in her hands ad kissed me almost violently. I was beginning to understand this had been as amazing for her as it was for me.

"Wow," she said quietly. "I didn't think you were awake and I was trying to let you sleep for awhile."

"At least I don't need to ask if I can watch you masturbate now." I couldn't help but laugh especially when I saw how red her face got.

"Mikey, I, uh, you, uh. I couldn't help myself. Please, try to understand," she said.

"Oh, I do understand.", I said. "I understand that you made me so freakin' hot."

"I figured that out all by myself.", she said with a grin as she squeezed my dick with her pussy. "That would be a terrible thing to waste.".

Nothing goes to waste in my family.

To be continued...

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