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I was raised in an ideal family environment. It would be safe to compare my family at that time to the Cleavers (Leave it to Beaver) of TV fame. Dad was the straight laced, three piece suit, family provider, and Mom was the angelic, dependable, perfect homemaker and parent. Some people would go so far as to say I had the best of the best. That is until I graduated high school and went off to the Marines.

Right out of boot camp I was sent to Okinawa to fulfill some political commitment the powers that be dreamed up. Anyway I was there for the remainder of my enlistment during which time my folks had split up and gotten a divorce. I really couldn't believe the news. In fact, I called my Mom to see if everything was all right with her.

Surprisingly, she sounded calm, collected, and determined to make the best of things. It seems that Dad had run off with a topless dancer, and they were living on the West Coast somewhere. That was more news that was hard to believe. I left home and the perfect family crumbled.

Well, I'm home now if you can call it that. The house was all that remained of Utopia. At least some minor things had not changed. I found a key to the back door in the same flower pot it had been in for years. Mom was at work so I let myself in, checked the refrigerator where I found a beer, and sauntered into the den. I didn't have to wait long. A sleek cherry red Corvette convertible wheeled into the driveway and came to a screeching halt very close to the garage door. The woman at the wheel was a knockout. My God, it's Mom.

Her heels clicked sharply on the driveway and the concrete steps leading to the back porch. The footsteps were muted by the indoor/outdoor carpet covering the porch. The next audible sound was that of a key rattling in the lock.

"Hi Mom," I said when the door swung open.

"Oh, my God," she cried. She dropped her purse and covered her gaping mouth with her hands. "Holy shit, Jeff," she exclaimed after regaining her composure slightly. "You scared me half to death." Quickly becoming more composed, she threw open her arms. "Come here, baby. Come to mama."

I stepped into her waiting arms trying to match her excitement with a big smile and a big hug. Her hug seemed to be just as strong as mine. It was strong enough to burn her big boobs into my chest. Oddly enough I could feel her nipples pressing against my T-shirt clad chest.

"It's good to be home, Mom. And it's really good to see you again. I think you look younger and more beautiful than when I last saw you."

"You were always such a charmer, Jeff, but it's wasted on your old mom. Have you been waiting long? Are you hungry? How long are you going to stay? . . ."

"Mom, hush. Take a deep breath. Relax."

"Oh, Jeff, I'm so glad your back. Let me go get more comfortable, and then we can talk. Don't go away now." She darted upstairs to her bedroom.

In what seemed to be only seconds, she bounded down the stairs and back into the kitchen. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, there was a sparkle in her eyes, and she was stark naked. She immediately saw my surprise.

"Oh son," she said apologetically, "I guess I could have given you a little more warning, couldn't I have?"

"Mom," I said not trying to hide my astonishment, "you're butt-assed naked."

"Yes I am, aren't I?" she said jauntily. "You see, I became a nudist after your father left, and while you were in the service. Neither one of us wrote much, so I guess this is a surprise for you."

I barely heard what she was saying. I am 22 years old, and this is the very first time I have ever seen my mother naked not to mention standing unabashed not three feet away from me. Adding to the chaos of the situation, she is an extremely attractive woman even if she is forty years old. I offer no apology for the fact that my Marine Corps trained cock was well on its way to standing at attention.

"Jeff," Mom said softly. "I know this is all strange and uncomfortable for you, but I am happy with the new me. C'mon son, be happy with me. In fact, why don't you get naked too? It's the ultimate freedom. You'll see."

"Mom, the last time I was naked in the room with a beautiful woman we didn't sit around and talk about old times."

"What did you do?" she asked trying seriously to convey an air of innocence in her tone.

"Don't worry about it, okay?."

"But I'm your mother, Jeff."

"You're also one hell of an attractive woman, and . . and, your tits are driving me out of my mind." My cock was at half mast at least by now.

"That's very flattering, Jeff. Why don't you get out of those clothes, and let's see what we can do to resolve this situation. Please," she purred. She even bent down and toyed with my belt buckle.

"Mom, I'm not a little boy anymore," I argued.

"Show me," she said seductively. By now she had my belt loosened and the top button to my fatigues unbuttoned. "I've never seen you naked as a young man. You have the advantage on me, don't you think?"

I stood up, and four hands grappled at my pants and shorts. In nothing flat I was standing in front of her butt naked with my cock standing at full attention.

"My word," she sighed, "you are a young man, aren't you?"

"And you're still my mother," I replied.

"Well, like it or not, I think you are well on your road to becoming one of this town's most handsome motherfuckers."

"Mom," I implored.

"I think it would sound better if you called me Becky when you are about to jump my bones, don't you?" She reached out and caught my raging hard on in her soft, hot hand. I almost climaxed on the spot. "You've been aching to touch my boobs ever since you laid eyes on them. Why don't you do that now?" She stepped closer. Very close.

As bad as I wanted to take one of her soft, warm breasts into my mouth and massage it with my tongue, I hesitated. She lifted one and aimed the nipple in my direction.

"Here. I want you to fondle my breast. It's been a long time for me, Jeff."

I knew that I would choke if I tried to speak, so I just leaned forward and took her boob into my mouth. My hands went up automatically to mold and guide the soft, silky smooth breast to its destination. Her sensuous moan made my pecker ache even more. Then she had my ears cupped in her hands and she was guiding my mouth from one tit to the other.

By now I was pressing the full length of my body against hers, and my tempered steel erection had found refuge between her thighs. The length of my shaft was touching the full length of her crotch. I could hear her gasping because of her labored breathing and her arousal. My breathing was also heavy, but my panting was paled in comparison to hers.

"Jeff, honey," Becky managed between gasps, "I think we had better get on with this before I have my orgasm without you." More gasping, moaning and sighing.

I guess it had been a long time for her. She was turned on more than any woman I had been with in a long time. The Japanese girls I was used to in Okinawa took a little more coaxing before they were ready to spread their legs and open the door to heaven. I could tell by how wet my pecker was getting that this round-eyed beauty's door was wide open and begging for company.

I inched my arm down to where my hand could guide my cock to its objective. When the head of my dick touched the opening to her pussy she gasped as if something had scared her. Then she eased her pussy against my hand, and I let my cock slip into her slowly. Her commentary alone would have made most men come. Surprisingly I warded off my orgasmic impulses temporarily.

Mom's arousal prompted her to latch her arms around my neck, and press her lips against my mouth. Her embrace was hungry and passionate, but there was something missing. I eased my tongue between her lips, beyond her teeth, and as far into her mouth as it would reach. Instantly, she reciprocated, and a new level of passion was immediately reached.

With considerable effort, I maneuver this naked beauty around to the kitchen table where I leaned her back until we were both resting our weight on the table. I accelerated my pumping into her pussy, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist.

Mom was whimpering now, but I was certain the reaction was due to ecstasy, not pain. She was babbling in my ear, but I'm sure that whatever she was saying was incoherent to both of us. Both her body and I were responding more to her grunting than we were anything else.

Before I realized what was going on the woman was writhing with unbridled passion as she felt the arrival of her orgasm surge through her body. She must have gasped the words, "I'm coming" in my ear at least fifteen times. For all I know, she may have experienced that many spasms in the course of her climax. It had been a long time.

Being in much better shape, sexually, I took a little longer. In the meantime, Mom had another earth-shattering orgasm. Her intense animation celebrating this second event pushed me over the edge. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I withdrew my cock from her pussy and let my juices spew all over her body. Mom grabbed my cock and assisted with draining my balls of every last drop of semen.

Once all of the excitement had subsided, I gently urged her to sit on my lap. She did so in much the same fashion as a young daughter would cuddle up on her father's lap. We were both covered with perspiration from our sexy workout, so even though my knees felt weak from our engagement, I stood lifting up my glistening lover in the process. She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face, but did not ask.

Our coupling over the past half hour and the shower definitely resulted in a bonding the likes of which were not to be equaled. In fact, while we were in the shower Becky tried unsuccessfully to masturbate me. After all, she had just drained me downstairs by anybody standards. I am a virile young man, but even I have my limits.

We returned to the kitchen, both bare-assed naked, where Becky prepared a light but tasty meal for us. After eating she came around and sat on my lap again.

"Jeff," she said tenderly, "you can't imagine how much good you did for my well being. After your father left, I was hurt and angry, and understandably, I lost all interest in men and sex. I'm glad you woke up my heart, and reminded me that I am a woman that needs a lot of attention to make up for all the years I wasted with your father."

"I'm still overwhelmed, but I am glad things happened the way they did. I've always been proud of my beautiful mother, and when I saw you without any clothes on, that did the trick."

"I still can't get over how much you have grown these past few years. That tool of yours was just the thing I needed to repair this old engine, but I honestly think it needs a lot more work, don't you?"

"A lot of work," I said in a joking manner but I was very serious in my intent. She reached her arm around my next and pulled me toward her. As out lips touched, I closed a hand around one of her soft, smooth breasts. Her hand covered the one I had on her breast as we ended our embrace.

"Did you enjoy the sex we just had, Jeff?" Her expression was serious.

"I'm going to hold my opinion on that subject at least until we try it two or three more times. I don't want to jump to any conclusions until I'm reasonably sure." The broad smile on my face removed any concern she might have had about my intentions.

"I'm ready when you are, Mister." She sprang to her feet, and turned toward me. My cock was nearly fully erected again. "Oh my," she said playfully putting her hands to her cheeks in mocked surprise. "Is that for me?"

"Go to your room, young lady," I commanded.

"Yes sir," she said as she saluted.

God she looked good taking the stairs two at a time as she headed for her bedroom.I didn't take the stairs two at a time, but when I got to Mom's bedroom I found her sitting on the edge of the bed clad only in her birthday suit with her hands clasped and resting on her knees. Her head was down, but she raised it and smiled as I entered the room.

"I want you to know that what we had downstairs just a short time ago was one of the most wonderful things that has ever happened to me. I want it to continue as long as you are happy, but I have a confession to make before we go any further." Her head was bowed again as if she was ashamed or embarrassed.

"Mom," I began, "I mean Becky, what is wrong? Did I do something that . . ."

"Oh no, Jeff," she interjected. "Everything you did was absolutely marvelous. It's what I haven't done that is the problem."

"I don't understand. What . . .?"

"Your dad and I were married for a long time, but we never once made love with the intensity or passion that you and I enjoyed earlier today. That's what I always wanted in a sexual relationship, but your father used me more as a masturbating tool than he did as a lover. He used to crawl on about once a week, pump away until he shot off, and then he would roll over and go to sleep. I can't be too harsh on him though. He helped me start your life, and I am eternally grateful for that. I've always been proud of you, and now I am especially glad you are in my life."

"That's all great, Becky, but why the sad face?"

"I am a forty year old woman, and I don't know the first thing about making love to a man. We just had a dynamite engagement, and my heart is still pounding. That's a first for me. And you, my son, have probably gained more experience in that department than I ever will."

"That's where you are wrong, love. I will be more than happy to show you everything I know about fucking. Excuse me for not using the usual trite expression of making love, but you are actually the only woman I have ever loved, and I would just as soon it stayed that way."

"You're sweet, Jeff," she said with a hint of tears in her eyes. "Would you be willing to take the time out of your busy life to teach your old mother a thing or two?"

"Absolutely not," I stated adamantly, "but I look forward to taking the beautiful woman sitting next to me under my wing and teaching her what little I do know. Then we will learn whatever else it takes to fill our sexual desires together as we go along. Deal?"

I placed my arm around her shoulders, leaned her back on the bed, and kissed her passionately. She responded magnificently, and when we broke free from our embrace we were both breathing noticeably heavy, but she managed to utter, "It's a deal."

Naturally, my unruly cock was beginning to swell again, and we could both feel it creeping along her thigh. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth causing her to sigh openly. She reached for my growing pecker.

"Want me to take care of this?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes,

"Yes, I do, young lady, but school starts now."

"What do I do professor?" she asked with obvious excitement in her voice.

"Every good fuck session starts with foreplay. In our case for the moment, it looks like both of us are ready at all times without intentional encouragement, but we should do everything we can to make our love sessions as satisfying as possible."

"I love the way you talk, Mister. Please go on." She was fondling my hard on as she spoke.

"A standard first step is for you to get me hard and then suck my cock until I have an orgasm. If that turns you off . . ."

"I want to, Jeff. Show me what to do," Her grip tightened on my pecker.

I maneuvered her around to kneel between my legs, and then I coaxed her to take my cock in her mouth. She was an exceedingly willing and excellent student.

"Now pretend it's a Popsicle. Suck it."

She hesitated in the beginning, but once she adjusted to a piece of live meat in her mouth, she actually began to enjoy it. She sucked harder while running her mouth up and down my shaft, and even took hold of the shank with a free hand. This woman was a natural.

I tried the best I could to fondle her breasts while she was engaged in her cock sucking chores, but it was immediately obvious that she needed no encouragement. She decided on her own that caressing my balls would contribute to the ritual so she clutched them a little too firmly at first, but relaxed her grip when I caught her hand.

I used the top of my foot to massage her pussy while she worked on my dick. She moaned sensually as I rubbed her crotch. I could tell that all of this foreplay was totally new to her, and it filled me with pride to know that I was the one chosen to introduce her to the niceties of sex.

Then suddenly I realized that this novice cocksucker had brought me to the brink of climax in record time. Instinctively, I extracted my joint from her mouth at the very moment my sperm began to spurt wildly and landing mostly on her breast and upper chest. She watched wide-eyed as this scene unfolded before her, and then she giggled.

"Did I do that?" she asked coyly.

"Yes you did, and it was a fantastic job as well. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" I was joking, but she answered me sheepishly.

"Once when I was in college, but it was a total disaster. My date got so excited that he shot off before I got his thing in my mouth, so I ended up sucking his dying erection all the way to limp city. The feel of a cock in my mouth excited me, but that was my last opportunity until now," she confessed, "but that backseat episode didn't at all compare with what we just had. As long as it's with you, I'm ready to suck you dry anytime." Her smile convinced me she was sincere.

"I'm glad to hear that, Becky. Now it's my turn." I helped her to her feet, and helped her get settled on the edge of the bed. I lay her back on the mattress and with my most engaging smile I said, "Spread wide."

"What are you going to do?" she asked but not before spreading her legs wide.

"I'm going to eat your pussy until you spray me with your juices," I said with a hint of pride in my remark. I raised her legs and placed one on each of my shoulders before I knelt and prepared to gobble her goodies. I was in no hurry. I started by kissing her inner thighs lightly while keeping my lips in contact with the soft white skin as I went from one location to the next. I could see her skin quiver, and I could hear her moan as I advanced toward her crotch.

"Jeff," she panted "I might not be able to hold back my orgasm until you get there."

"That's okay. I hear the second orgasm is better than the first anyway." I went back to my foreplay routine. Becky was rolling slightly from side to side in response to her intense excitement and in anticipation of my final destination.

"Please hurry, baby," she pleaded. "I'm going to come any minute now."

"Maybe this will help," I told her as I reached up and massaged her clit.

"Oh, my God," she cried as she bucked and hunched against the electrifying sensation caused by my action. "I'm going to come, Jeff. I can't wait. Ooooh shit." "Now we are going to get you to come again, Becky." With that I moved my head to her snatch, and buried my mouth against her pussy hole. My tongue darted forward penetrating her vagina, and she squealed with unbridled ecstasy. I continued my tongue lashing momentarily before moving my mouth to her clit. At the same time I buried two fingers in her pussy as far as they would go while sucking her clit into my mouth and massaging it vigorously with my tongue. When her vocalizing convinced me she was on the brink of another eruption, I eased my fingers out of her pussy and in the same motion inserted them into her asshole.

This sudden and unexpected intrusion caused her to scream sharply, and then she continued her screaming until she had experienced the last of her orgasm. She let her legs slid slowly off my shoulders and dangle from the bed. She lay there overcome from the arousal of her climax and the excitement of an entirely knew sexual experience. Her breath was still coming in gasps; her breasts were rising and falling with her chest movement creating a beautiful scene.

I gently worked my body up the length of hers until I reached a point where I could easily reach her billowing orbs with my mouth. She lazily brought up her hands to cradle my head as I dispensed blissful pleasure to her breasts. Her breathing was still heavy and effecting her speech.

"Jeff (pant) I have come more (gasp) today than I did in any given week (sigh) when I was with your father," She stopped talking, and casually patted my head as I plied my techniques to her boobs. After a brief pause, "You certainly know how to make a gal shoot her wad – over and over."

"We're not through yet, sweet cheeks," I said with comparable labored breath. "We've played with your pussy, but now I am going to fuck it."

"You're the boss," she said in a weak voice, and with an equally weak gesture she attempted to press my face into her breasts.

I allow ample time for us both to rejuvenate our bodies after our romp between the thighs before I maneuver us both to the center of the bed.

"You told me you and Dad always did the missionary position on the rare occasion when you had sex, so I want us to be different especially for now."

Beck rolled over against me and kissed me warmly and passionately for a long time. My pecker was getting hard again. She felt this development at the same time I did so she snuggled up and kissed me again. This time in addition to the passionate mouth play she pressed her snatch against my growing cock. Now I was really hard.

"Where do you want me?" she asked in a husky voice. "I'm yours."

I lay flat of my back with my raging erection standing tall. "Up here," I said offering my hands as support. She took my hands and swung a leg over my body as though she was mounting a horse. In a way, I guess that is exactly what she was doing. Her pussy was wet and slick so when she towered above my pinnacle we had an easy time of lowering her into place. My cock slid into her more than ready pussy with the least of friction. She settled until her buttocks were resting on my legs. Our pubic hairs were on common ground.

"This feels so good," she sighed as she sat straight upright and slowly rotated her hips in a manner that massaged my cock.

"I put you up here so you could see what is going on, and to let you be in charge of this coupling. Also, it will give me a chance to watch your lovely breast flip-flop as you ride up and down my cock. We'll start when you are ready." I smiled at her reassuringly and lay my head back on one of the pillows.

"You're a naughty man, Jeff," she said with an evil grin.

"I love your tits, lady. Sue me." We both laughed as she began to slowly rise and fall as well as gyrate up and down and around on my engorged cock. She made sure she traveled the full length of my shaft each time. Her tits didn't come into play until she increased her tempo. Now they were rising and falling and swinging from side to side as her body moved. That sight alone was driving Jeff to hunch up against her ass trying to bury his pole as deep as it could possibly go.

Becky had an orgasm shortly after she mounted me up top, and she was well on her way again. She was grunting louder each time she thrust her ass against my crotch, and I was doing my share by meeting her downward strokes with the same intensity.

When I was certain her orgasm was about to explode, I reached out and grabbed her boobs rather firmly. She continued to grunt and pound her ass against my body. She announced the arrival of her fourth orgasm with an almost blood-curdling scream and a half a dozen "yeses" as she let it go.

All of her enthusiasm naturally raised the level of my excitement according, and I could feel within my bowels the advent of my orgasm. I did not necessarily want to dump my seed into the womb of my mother, so I did the next best thing.

""Quick," I said softly so as not to startle her, "on your hands and knees."

"Wha . . ."

"Now."

She did as I asked, and as she disengaged her well saturated pussy from my slick juice laden cock, it made a popping sound. She ignored the sound and promptly assumed the doggy position. I moved around behind her and very gently and carefully pressed my slick dick head against her asshole.

For some reason she responded like a professional. She press her ass hard against my cock, and it entered her back door like it had done it a dozen times before. She whimpered but kept pushing. I helped involuntarily when my climax came bursting to the surface. Instinctively, I pressed my cock to its full depth in her ass. She jammed her face into the pillow before her and really screamed this time.

"Her ass was so tight, and her contraction were so vigorous around my cock that I experience the most invigorating and colossal orgasm that I can remember.

About the time my erection had shrunk to half size, her ass muscles literally spit out my tool. We both laughed heartily at the event.

Afterwards we lay side by side on the bed trying to get our breathing back under control.

"That hurt a lot," she said in almost a murmur, "but I loved it."

"You'll get used to it," I assured her. "You certainly don't want my seed in your womb."

"I'm looking forward to the adjustment," she said softly and rolled her warm body up against mine.

The physical location of the nudist colony to which Mom and several other locals belonged was about 150 miles from the City. Naturally, most of the members that lived in the City were active in their professional lives and often unable to make a trip to the "campground" as they affection- ally called it so they usually gathered every other weekend at one of the member's residents.

Our house was a single family free-standing two story structure so it was ideal for these occasions. Besides, Mom loved to entertain especially now that she had her grown son, yours truly, to strut my naked splendor in front of the crowd. I was rapidly becoming more comfortable mingling with naked strangers, and this Saturday was our turn to host the gathering. In a way, I was looking forward to seeing new peckers and titties although I knew that was not the true objective of the average nudist.

I will be the last to claim I am well hung, but I can honestly say that I have all of the swingers in this group beat considerably. Mom comments on my size every time we fuck which, by the way, is quite often, and that is all I need to keep my confidence up.

The group was accustomed to these gatherings so the procedure had become rather standard. One or more members would arrive at the designated house and go directly to the "dressing" room which in this case was the "undressing" room. When they reappeared they would be completely naked. To emphasize the strictness of this rule, one female participant was casually mingling in the crowd, and upon close inspection, one could tell she was wearing a tampon. The tiny string hanging from her snatch was a dead giveaway. Obviously, no one but me noticed.

Mom was flitting about the social area dressed in all of her nude splendor, and chatting with the guests. Although no one would admit it, I noticed more than one man ogling her tits and her ass. They didn't stiffen up at the sight, but I'm sure that it would have been a different story had it not been for the club rules. I, on the other hand, was not officially a member so it would have been accepted and ignored had I reacted normally to some of the female flesh on display. Believe me, it was an effort not to at times.

For example, there were two young women standing over by an end table chatting cheerfully as though they were fully dressed and all alone. I walked over to join the merry occasion, and both girls noticed I was beginning to puff up as I approached.

"Hello," I said in my most masculine voice. "I'm Jeff and I just know I am going to be glad to meet you two."

"Well hi yourself, Jeff," the redhead said. "I'm Ginger and this lovely creature is my roommate, Ella. Your mom has out done herself with the refreshments tonight. If we're not careful, we'll put on a few pounds before we leave."

"I could recommend a good exercise program for you girls," I said boldly as I braced myself for repercussions.

"I'll bet you could," Ella said with no anger or irritation at all in her voice. "I see you are already getting some of the exercise equipment ready just in case." We all three glanced down at my pecker. My libido was tough to control.

"Maybe you can recommend a place a little more private where we can attend to both of our problems," Ginger suggested. "Ella and I both would love to work off some of these pounds, and there is no denying that you are going to be attracting a lot of attention unless we do something about your uprising." Her smile made my cock take on more definition, and Ella lighted up showing her agreement.

"This way, Ladies," I said trying to be gallant and suave at the same time. Also, at this point, I abandoned all attempts to control any outward display of arousal. I was walking up the stairs behind two totally naked women, and was absolutely unable to, not that I wanted to, avoid watching the full bare asses twitching to the stride and the back side of two pussies staring out at me between two sets of thighs. I was brick hard by the time we reached the top of the stairs.

"Look Ella," Ginger snickered, "we have a qualified player with us." They both eyed my erection with open approval.

"Just through that door is my playpen. Please enter." Ella managed to stroke my boner one time before turning and wiggling through the door to my bedroom.

Once inside the girls wasted no time. Ginger playfully pushed me onto the bed and took up her position between my legs. Ella stayed up top where she smothered my face with a big juicy kiss before poking one of her tits into my mouth. I was happy, and obviously so were they. When Ginger took my cock head into her mouth and massaged my balls, I thought I had been admitted to heaven.

I quickly assumed that these girls had done this sort of thing before with some of their other male companions. They were too smooth with their actions to have been acting out this scenario for the first time.

Ella gently rose to a sitting position dislodging her nipple from my sucking mouth in the process. She gracefully swung her leg over my chest and came to rest with her crotch squarely on my mouth. As I parted her pussy lips and prepared for my assault, I felt Ginger slide her wet, warm pussy down on my cock. The sensation was awesome. When Ginger started her pumping motion on my cattle prod, I excitedly started my licking and probing of Ella's pussy.

Eventually I worked my tongue from her pussy hole up to her clitoris where I really generated energy of a sexual nature. Ella was whining and grinding her crotch into my face and vigorously massaging her boobs with her hands. Ginger was riding my horsey like a veteran barrel racer at the County Fair. I just knew that at this pace both of these women would be entering climax country just any time now.

I couldn't see what was going on because of the wet warm squirming of Ella's pussy all over my face, but Ginger had reached forward and was helping Ella massage her tits. Her boobs were much handier, but I guess they didn't need the stimulation at this time.

I was close to correct. I heard Ginger beginning a low wailing sound announcing the arrival of her orgasm, and this music among other things was exciting Ella in the execution of her sexual eruption. Surprisingly, I was still very rigid when Ginger dismounted and rolled away on the bed.

Ella, on the other hand, did a 180 on my face and fell to sucking my dick complete with the juices of mine and Ginger's coupling very much present. The sauce seemed to add to her pleasure. Her crotch was still in my face, so I found her swollen clit once again, and massaged her little man in the boat until I heard her bragging about her new orgasm.. Her treatment of my cock at this moment was indescribable, but it did bring my stubborn pecker to a spasmodic surrender. Ella was sitting up and squealing as she watch the goo spurt from my hose. Naturally, she was pumping my rod fiercely helping my juices find freedom.

It took us a little while to collect our thoughts and our breath after that excursion, but then we all three wanted me to eat their pussies.

"Ella's been having the most fun," Ginger surmised, "so why don't you eat my pussy first while I eat hers. Then we'll switch."

"Sounds good to me," Ella said enthusiastically. "Ginger," she barked playfully. "Assume the position." Obediently Ginger obeyed by spreading wide in front of me. Then she caught her legs behind the knees and pulled them up to her chest. Ella squatted in the same position over Ginger as she had over me earlier.

My sexual experiences since my return to the States had been limited to Mom and they were fantastic, but these two nymphs were much more open and liberated with their sexual needs and desires. Ginger was doing everything in her power to assist me in pleasing her pussy while at the same time she was performing satisfactorily enough at Ella's crotch to make her squirm and squeal with erotic delight. I desperately needed to do something to elevate our stimulation so I gently slipped two fingers into Ginger's asshole. This was a good move. Ginger increased the fervor of her gyrations, and clutched my ears almost to a point of discomfort. I didn't mind; I sucked harder on her clit.

Ginger and I both got goods marks for our efforts. Ella trumpeted her orgasmic eruption loudly enough to get the attention of the party downstairs while Ginger was busy spraying my face with her arousal juices. Her legs were locked behind my head for the longest, but I finally convinced her to relax and set me free.

"That was terrific, Ginger," Ella gasped as the two girls traded positions, "Now you do me, Jeff."

We were well into our new three-way engagement when a voice at the door got the attention of all three of us.

"The party is downstairs, kids." It was Mom standing in the doorway in all of her nude splendor. "Of course, you three seem to be having a hell of a lot more fun."

"Mom," I stammered, "we didn't expect you." Ginger had rolled off and Ella had sat up when we heard Mom's voice. All present were familiar with each other in the nude, so no one made and effort to cover their exposure. Let's face it. We're talking about nudist here.

"I know I shouldn't have interrupted," Mom said apologetically, "but I've never seen two women pleasing each other before. It looks fascinating."

"Why, Mom," Ginger said excitedly, "you don't know what you're missing. Come here," she said as she extended her arm toward her.

Mom looked at me first for approval, and when I smiled and nodded, she slowly approached the bed. She took Ginger's extended hand, and was drawn down to where the two younger women sat on the bed.

"I've always admired you body, Mom," Ginger said warmly. "May I kiss your breasts?"

"I think I would like that," Mom said nervously. She looked in my direction to see my reaction, but I was busy fondling Ella's pussy. She was startled hen Ginger's mouth covered her breast, but soon she realized the arousal she experienced from the younger woman's touch. Instinctively, I suppose, Mom reached down and caressed one of Ginger's breasts.

With her mouth still at the nipple, Ginger's hand found the deep warm recesses of Mom's valley. Her fingers wasted no time in seeking out the slit and then the hole therein. Mom gasped at the initial impact, but soon she was spreading her legs to allow better access. Ginger obliged.

My cock had sprouted new life. Ella seized the opportunity. She bobbed her mouth on my cock head a couple of times, but she was more interested in penetration. She got on all fours and backed up to me. Her pussy glistened slightly with her arousal juices, but I have never seen a more inviting sight.

Watching Ginger seduce my mother, and entering Ella's extremely hot pussy drove me to new levels of arousal. I noticed that Ginger had moved her mouth to Mom's pussy, and Mom was obviously enjoying the hell out of this new experience. Her joy doubled when Ella worked her body around to where she could suck on Mom's nipples. At first, I thought Mom was crying, but then I realized she was simply weeping from ecstasy.

I pounded away at Ella's pussy from behind, Ella sucked vigorously on Mom's tits, and Ginger performed world class oral sex on Mom's pussy. We all knew when Ginger moved to Mom's clitoris. The celebration was awesome. Mom let us all know how much she enjoyed this new phase of sex with her very audible commentary on her new feelings. Ginger was filled with pride when Mom exploded with her appreciation of an orgasmic conclusion.

We all four lay savoring the satisfaction of our exploits briefly before Mom interrupted our tranquility.

"Come on, folks," she said cheerfully. "There's another party going on downstairs."

When the crowd departed, Mom and I went to bed and had a terrific sexual encounter. Oral sex for both of us was a main attraction.

Aren't mothers great?