My name is Toby Carter. I was eight years old when I first felt any sexual stirrings. The little girl who lived next door to us asked me to go into her garage down by the alley. She had some new puppies she wanted to show me. I followed her, but as soon as I was inside, she pulled up her skirt and giggled. She had on no panties. I stared at her crotch. It didn't look at all like mine. Something was missing. She rubbed her finger on the little slit between her legs and giggled again.

"Do you wanna touch it?" she said.

"Yeah." I walked over and touched it.

"Let me see yours," she said.

I pulled down my short pants and showed her my little prick. We both laughed, but we heard someone coming. She dropped her skirt and I pulled up my pants and ran.

That night in bed, I felt a really strange feeling of excitement having seen her little cunt. And from then on, I wanted to see more of a girl's body.

When I was in high school, I dated a couple of girls and all I could think of was to get my hand up their dresses and feel their cunts. My best friend, Brian, and I talked about sex all the time and wanted to be as lucky as some of the football players who, we were sure, were fucking girls every day. In our senior year, Brian and I started double dating and conspiring as to how to get into our dates' pants. We were both good looking and, in time, no girl refused a good fuck from us. And since we double dated, we swapped and fucked each other's dates. But it was almost as though we were doing it and enjoying it for no other reason but that we could.

Both Brian and I soon went away to the same college and we continued our double dating and fucking each other's dates, often the four of us in the same bed.

One night, neither of us were able to score, and we both dropped them off and went to a bar for a beer. We didn't get drunk, but we were pretty high when we left. We sat in the car in the parking lot for a little while.

Brian finally said, "I really wanted to fuck the shit out of that little cunt. I'm so fucking horny, Would you mind if I . . . you know . . .jerked off? My cock's so hard, it hurts."

"No, go ahead. I don't give a shit."

Brian unzipped his pants and dragged out his hard cock and started stroking. For some reason, the sight of that made me want to do the same. As we stroked, I could see him staring at my penis, and I could hardly take my eyes off his.

As we stroked, Brian said, "You've got a magnificent piece of meat there, Toby. No wonder the cunts love it."

"You should talk, Brian," I said.

Brian startled me when he stopped stroking and reached over and pushed my hand away. He took hold of my cock and jacked it with long steady strokes. Pre-cum was oozing out of it and running down on his hand, but he didn't seem to mind. I'd never felt another guy's hand on my cock before. Instinctively, I took hold of his penis, and we stroked together. We both reached orgasm at the same time and shot our cum all over each other's hands and bare arms.

As Brian brought his hand to his mouth, he said, "Do you ever eat your own cum?"

"Sure," I said. "But we have each other's cum on our hands."

"Doesn't matter," Brian said. He started to lick my cum off his fingers. I did the same. There was something excitingly erotic about eating another guy's cum, especially cum that came out of my best friend's cock.

We didn't talk as I drove Brian home. Then we said only goodnight. It was a strange thing for us to do, I thought. It was so impulsive. It just sort of happened. I almost felt as though I'd always wanted it to happen, and glad it did.

Several days later, Brian called me and asked me if I would like to go with him to a bar next Saturday night and just hang out.

"I don't feel in the mood to have a date," he said. "I think I just want to spend a quiet evening having a few beers."

After we'd consumed several beers, Brian turned and looked at me. "About last week. You know. When we . . . ."

"When we jerked off in the car?" I said. "I've been thinking about that, too."

"Toby," he said. "I hope you don't get mad. But that was good. I'd like to do that again, if you would."

"If you hadn't brought it up, Brian, I would have. I agree, it was really good. I jerk off alone a lot, but doing it with another guy. It's kinda neat. Sure. Do you think we could go someplace and do it again?"

Brian smiled. "Maybe I shouldn't have done it, but I reserved a room at Motel 6 out at the edge of town. Just in case you might want to. It's still early, we don't have to stay long. But it might be better than doing it in the car again."

When we entered the motel, I could tell Brian was very nervous. I could also tell he wanted this very badly. But no more so than I wanted it. Even though he'd been the one who had the nerve to suggest this, I knew I should now take the lead.

"What do you say, Brian? Let's get out of our clothes. We can be freer that way." I kicked off my shoes and stripped down completely. Brian also stripped. Even though he and I had been naked in the same bed several times while we fucked our girlfriends, I really hadn't paid that much attention to Brian's body. I was stunned. He had a beautiful masculine body, good muscle structure, with an attractive tan line, and soft light brown hair covering his shapely legs. As I stared at him, I saw him looking at me, casting his eyes over my body from head to toe.

"I never thought about it before," I said. "But we're a couple of hot looking dudes, aren't we?"

Brian laughed. "Yeah. I guess we are."

I lay down on my back and patted the bed as an invitation for Brian to lie next to me. He did, and we took hold of our hard penises and began stroking. I gave into an urge, and moved my leg so it was pressing lightly against his. Our legs were both very tan and covered with the same light brown dusting of hair. It was oddly pleasing to feel his leg against mine. I felt him pushing also. Soon I took the initiative and reached over to take his penis in my hand, and he did the same.

As we stroked each other, I could feel an almost overwhelming attraction to Brian's body. I reached over with my other hand and cupped his balls. He did the same with me. When I saw the look in his eyes, I knew without a doubt we wanted each other more than anything in the world. Our craving for each other was written in our faces.

At the very same moment, we let go of each other's cocks and rolled toward each other, pressing our bodies together and kissing each other deeply and passionately. Our arms and legs became tangled while we rolled around frantically kissing and licking the skin on each other's bodies from head to toe. We were in a frenzy of passion. I remembered seeing Brian's girl friend sucking madly on his cock. Without any further thought, I plunged my face into his crotch, bringing my tongue up over the soft skin of his ball sack and sucking in the full length of his throbbing penis. He whirled his body around and we 69d each other as we continued to run our hands over of the soft hair on each other's legs.

We eventually awoke to find the sun pouring in on us. We both went off to class that day, but promised each other we would go out of town the next weekend and spend it in another motel. Over the next six months, we spent every moment we could in bed with each other. There was nothing we didn't do in our passionate love making. We professed our deep love for each other and vowed we would live the rest of our lives together.

* * * * * *

Several years later after we graduated, we bought a house together in another city where we formed a partnership in our own law firm. We dated women, partly to keep up appearances, and partly because we each enjoyed fucking a woman now and then. We knew we were both good looking, and perhaps it was an ego thing to have women fawning over us.

Not long after that, my father was tragically killed in a car accident. He was only forty-eight. He and my mother had been passionately devoted to each other, and my mother was totally devastated over his death. I visited her as often as I could get away. I was now living in a city about two hours' drive from my home town, and getting away from work and going to see her was difficult. I finally persuaded her to sell the big house they had and come and live with Brian and me. She knew about my relationship with Brian, but had never become entirely comfortable with the knowledge I had a male lover. She never said anything, though.

I had a large extra room at the front of the house with several windows and a nice view. Things went reasonably well. She wanted to be of use and insisted on cooking all the meals. But she was never really the same. She tried, but couldn't conquer her sadness and longing for my dad. Her sadness wasn't because she knew Brian and I were sleeping together. She never mentioned that. It was because she couldn't get used to living without her husband. His name was Harry, and she talked about him a lot.

One night, Brian and I were getting ready for bed, and I thought I heard Mom crying. I had on only my briefs and went out in the hall to be sure it was her. I peeked in her room, and could plainly hear her sobbing.

I stepped in and said, "Mom, what's the matter? Are you all right?"

She didn't answer for a moment and then said, "Oh, it's nothing, Toby. I just miss your father so much."

"Aw, Mom," I said as I stepped to the bed. I put my hand on hers. Try to go to sleep, Mom. You'll feel better in the morning."

Her sobs became even more heart-wrenching. I slipped onto the bed and lay next to her, lightly running my hand over her arm to calm her.

She continued to cry. "I miss him so much, Toby. Every night when I get in bed, it's the worst. I can't help it. I stay awake, expecting him to come to bed. But he never comes, of course. Sometimes I don't know if I can stand it."

"Dad must have been a very good lover," I said quietly.

"Oh, yes. He was everything. You surely knew we loved each other so much."

"Yes, I think I did know. I imagine he was very gentle with his touch."

"Yes."

I moved my hand up higher on her arm and let my fingers slip down over her nipple. She gasped quietly.

"When he touched you, did it feel like this?"

"Oh, yes."

"He must have been very gentle," I said.

"He was."

I carefully pulled the strap of her nightie off her shoulder, revealing her full breast. I moved my hand lightly over her neck and pulled down the other strap. I could feel her breathing becoming quicker. I cupped my hand under the far breast, full and soft, and slowly rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It was hard and moist.

Suddenly, she gasped and whispered, "Oh, Harry, I love you so much. Please, Harry." She seemed to be thrusting her breast up toward me.

I slowly moved my body closer to her. I raised my head and brought my lips down upon the nipple closest to me. I ran my tongue over and around it and nibbled lightly on it with my teeth."

"Oh, God, Harry, it feels so good."

I pulled off her nipple and said, "Does this feel just the way Dad did it?"

"Oh, Harry, it's as wonderful as always."

I realized suddenly that she must be hallucinating. My touching her had put her into some sort of trance, where she actually believed my Dad was there in bed with her again, sucking on her nipple, as he must have always done.

I wanted to remove her nightie, but there was no way I could get it off her without disturbing her, and perhaps breaking the trance. At the next moment, though, she sat up and pulled it off over her head.

"Here you are, Harry, all of me," she whispered. She rolled tightly against me.

I ran my hand down over her flat stomach until I felt her large bush of hair just above her crotch. My cock was hard and throbbing, and I knew she could feel it pressing against her leg. I moved my hand down over her pussy, hot and flooded with her juices. I massaged it and moved several fingers in and out of it. As I did this more furiously, she moaned and cried and gasped. She jerked her hips up sharply and let out a loud guttural groan. I knew I had just given her an orgasm.

She ran her hands over my thighs until she found my penis. She grabbed hold of it and cried, "Oh Harry, let me, please. Please let me."

I didn't know what she meant. She seemed to be pulling my cock up toward her.

"You want to suck it, my love," I said."

"Yes, yes."

I pulled my body up where my cock was at her face. She took hold of it and plunged it into her mouth. I felt her tongue slashing and swirling around the head of it, and her lips clamped tightly on my shaft as she pushed the whole length of it in and out of her mouth.

Soon I pulled out and said, "I don't think you want me to cum yet, do you?"

She reached up and put her hands on my cheeks and pulled my head down to hers. She kissed me all over my face and slashed her tongue all through the inside of my mouth.

She pulled away and stared into my eyes. "Harry. Please Harry. Fuck me. Please Harry. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. I need your gorgeous hot cock inside me now. And Harry, while you fuck me, talk dirty to me like you always do."

As she raised her legs high and held them under her knees with her hands, I got into position to mount her. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe this. I was about to fuck my own mother. I was more turned on and excited than I had ever been fucking those girls. As I lowered myself against her and felt my hard penis slipping into her hot, wet cunt, I felt as though I was falling into another world. I started to pump my cock into her and she reached up and pinched my nipples. Then she reached around and took hold of my ass cheeks, squeezing them.

She looked at me with pure erotic passion in her eyes. "Talk dirty to me, Harry," she growled.

As I fucked her faster and faster, I came out with the filthiest language I could think of. "I've always wanted to rape your filthy garbage can of a cunt. You're a dirty bitch whore who needs the shit fucked out of you. You're a mother-fucking slut, who isn't worth shitting on. Before I'm through with you, you'll drink my piss and each my shit. I'll sit on your shit-eatin' face and force my wet shit down your fucking throat."

I was shocked that I could talk this way to my mother. I went on and on like that until I ran out of filthy things to say. To hear myself saying those things to my mom horrified me in a way, but at the same time it excited me. As I growled out all the filthy things I could think of, I could feel that she had two more powerful orgasms. I finally was unable to hold it another minute. My orgasm swept over me like something I've never felt before. With each surge, I was conscious that I was shooting my thick sperm into my own mother's cunt, and she was loving it.

I finally collapsed upon her, hardly able to catch my breath. She was quiet now, almost as though she were asleep. I rolled off of her and looked down at her naked body and at her pussy, now almost overflowing with juices mixed with my pearly white cum.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. She seemed surprised. She put her hand to her mouth as she glanced at my naked, sweaty body.

"Oh, my God," she gasped. "Did we . . .? Was it you . . . .?"

"I searched for something to say. "Yes, Mom. You needed this, Mom. You needed to relive your wonderful memories of Dad."

She reached for her nightie. "I didn't intend for this to happen. I must have been dreaming."

"You weren't dreaming, Mom. It was real, and something very good. Don't be upset. Don't be embarrassed. It might be something you should experience more often. Nobody was hurt. It was a beautiful thing that you and I experienced together."

We talked about it for another hour, and I was convinced that she accepted what happened, and even felt good about it. I was sure she might let it happen again.

After a long silence, she turned to me. "Toby, I hope you won't mind my saying this. But you seemed very excited . . . you know . . . being with a woman, doing these things. I just don't understand what you and Brian do. You can't do what we did to satisfy you. What do you do?

"Mom," I said taking her hand. "We do just what you and I did."

"But how do you . . . you know"

"We fuck each other just like you and I did. And we suck each other's penises just like you did mine. But what we do isn't everything. The most important thing is that we love each other as much as you loved Dad.

"But I don't see how it's the same, Toby."

Mom, I'll tell you what. I want you to be with us tomorrow night, and you can see for yourself what two guys who love each other do. Okay? She smiled and nodded.

The next day, I went to a porno shop and bought a life-sized dildo that I thought looked pretty close to what my hard cock looked like. It even had a nice set of balls attached to it. I took it home and presented it to my Mom.

"Mom, don't laugh. I want you to have this. It's the same size as mine and Dad's cocks. If you use this on yourself when you feel like masturbating, you can fantasize that it's Dad."

Mom laughed again. She thanked me and kissed me.

That night, about ten o'clock, I asked her to come into our room.

"Mom, you can sit there in the chair, or you can come up here and sit on the bed while you watch. We'll have room for all of us on this king sized bed."

She chose to sit in the chair. Brian and I had planned how we would put on this show for her. We would go about it as though no one else was in the room. We didn't want to appear inhibited in any way.

Brian and I stood in the middle of the room and kissed deeply. We then very methodically began to undress each other. As the shirts came off, we licked the hair on each other's chest and sucked on our nipples. When our pants came off, each of us got down on our knees and licked and sucked on the hair on our legs. As we stood there only in our briefs, we reached in over the waist band and fondled each other's balls and penis, as well as running our fingers over our assholes.

One at a time, we got on our knees again and slowly pulled down the other's briefs, allowing our hard cocks to spring free. We sucked in each other's cocks into our mouth as we reached around and pushed one or two fingers up into the asshole.

I looked at Mom through the corner of my eye and could see her sitting on the edge of her chair with eyes open wide. Brian and I lay on the bed and fondled each other's bodies, and gave each other full body tongue baths, stopping only to suck on the leg and chest hair.

Soon, we were in a 69 position, sucking each other off furiously and continuing to run our hands over each other's body.

I hadn't noticed when Mom came into the room, but she'd obviously brought her new dildo with her. She held it in one hand and, with the other was rubbing her crotch lightly. I was glad she was enjoying this.

Brian and I pulled off of each other before either of us came. We needed to save ourselves for the grand finale . . . the big fuck!

Brian put a pillow under his hips and brought his thighs up against his chest. I plunged my face into his ass crack and lubricated his hole with saliva. Glancing once again at Mom, I saw she now had her dildo pushed up under her dress and was obviously in the process of fucking herself with it.

I mounted Brian and pushed my cock easily into his asshole and began pounding his ass with my pelvis. Mom now had her skirt pulled up around her waist and I could see clearly the dildo she was fucking her wet and flaming pink pussy with. She seemed totally mesmerized by the sight of my cock going in and out of Brian's ass. Suddenly, I heard her squeal, and I knew she was having an orgasm. I kept pounding away, and when I felt my orgasm coming, I pulled out and spewed volley after volley of thick pudding like cum all over Brian's face and chest. At that very moment, I heard Mom going through her second orgasm.

I licked up all my cum off of Brian's face, and then got into the doggy position for Brian to fuck me. When I did that, Mom got up and came over and lay at the foot of the bed, close enough so she could see my asshole and Brian's cock fucking it. Brian licked my asshole good with his tongue and then pushed his gorged cock into me.

Mom was now fucking herself like a jackhammer, plunging the full length of that rubber penis into her cunt. Looking around, I could see sweat rolling down her cheeks as her eyes were locked on my ass hole. She'd pulled her blouse off her shoulders and was pinching her nipple with one hand.

As I realized my orgasm was imminent, I turned and shouted at Mom" Get up here real fast, Mom, and you can take Brian's spunk if you want to." I wasn't sure she would do it.

With the dildo still hanging out of her cunt, she crawled over next to me and opened her mouth. Brian pulled out of my asshole just as he was about to cum, and Mom sucked in the whole length of it. I reached around with one hand and took hold of the end of the dildo and resumed fucking her with it. As she swallowed Brian's cum, she had another orgasm.

When it was over, we all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed. I looked over at Mom who had a stream of Brian's cum running down her chin. She was resting her head on Brian's hairy leg and was licking at the hair.

Soon we all sat up, still exhausted. I said, "Well, Mom, now you know what Brian and I do. Maybe you can tell me if Brian's sperm tasted like Dad's."

Mom smiled and nodded her head. "I think you guys have as much fun as your father and I did."

"And now you know how we fuck. In the asshole. And you wouldn't believe how good it feels."

"I know," Mom said, nodding her head.

"You know?" I said. "Don't tell me that you and Dad . . . ."

"Well, yes," Mom said. "We liked it that way sometimes."

"You mean Dad fucked you in the asshole?"

She just smiled and said, "Your father knew how to turn me on."

Mom went back to her own room. Brian and I lay in each other's arms and talked about what had just happened. We agreed that my mom was really highly sexually charged, and that there was little doubt we could include her in any kind of hot sex we wanted. Suddenly, we heard her crying out from her room. We knew she had just fucked herself to orgasm again.

The next night, Brian and I stripped naked and walked together into Mom's room. We caught her lying naked and fucking herself again with her dildo.

"Mom," I said, "Brian and I would like to join you tonight in your bed. Brian has an idea about some fun we can have."

Mom shoved over to one side of the bed and smiled. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come to bed with me, but I wasn't sure . . . ."

"You can be sure, Mom. Anytime you want us."

We climbed into her bed. Brian had thought Mom was now ready for anything, and he had no hesitancy about diving right in. He flung himself between her legs and started eating her out. Mom spread her legs more.

"You know, Toby, your father loved to eat my pussy, too. And you kind of do it a lot like he did, Brian."

"Well, Mom, it looks as though Brian and I will be able to help you keep Dad's memory alive."

When I began sucking on Mom's nipples, she said, "That's for sure, Toby."

I asked her if she was glad we asked her to see what Brian and I do.

"I am glad," she said. "I never realized how passionate two men can be when they love each other. I thought it was beautiful."

Brian sat up and licked his lips. Do you want to hear my idea? Since you like getting fucked in both the ass and the cunt, why not let Toby and me fuck you in both at the same time?"

"I've never done that before," she said.

"Well, there's always a first time for everything," Brian said as he reached under her and pressed on her asshole with his finger. "You can imagine it's both your husband and your son doing it."

She laughed and said, "Who wants to go in which hole?"

I laid on my back and told her to lie face down on me with my cock in her cunt, which she did. Brian flooded her asshole with his saliva and then supported himself over her. He pushed his hard penis into her asshole. It seemed to me that it went in surprisingly easy. She obviously had experience pushing her asshole outward to make entry easier. As I lay there, I thought, little did I know as a kid what a sex hound my mother was. She almost bordered on nymphomania. When I'd fucked her that first night, she wanted me to talk dirty to her. She even seemed to enjoy being called a whore and a slut. That was all right with me. I was rather glad my mom was a slut. No telling what we can do with her as time goes on. Perhaps we could bring our friends in. She'd probably enjoy being gang-raped by a crowd of young horny men. I'd love to watch that. I'd enjoy getting gang-fucked, too. I'd love to try it sometime. It would be especially exciting with my Mom watching me getting ravaged.

How excited I was at that moment, knowing that Brian and I were going to fuck Mom from both front and back. Her large tits were pressed against my chest, and I reached up and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth.

She began to hump me and I felt my cock going in and out of her hot, wet cunt. At the same time, Brian was humping her from behind. As I expected, she had two powerful orgasms before either Brian or I got close.

Suddenly, Mom shouted, "Fuck me hard, you mother-fuckers! I'm your slutty-assed bitch! Fill me up with your slimy cum!"

Now I knew for sure that my mom really was a slut and a whore.

Soon, as Brian was now banging her ass pretty hard, he gasped that he was about to cum. He and I were always able to time our cumming at the same time when we were 69ing. So when I could tell Brian was in the midst of his own orgasm, I let go also, And, of course, Mom had another orgasm at the same time. All three of us moaned and growled and called out at the same time.

As soon as Brian pulled out, she scooted up and laid her dripping cunt on my mouth. "Suck your cum out of my snatch, Toby, just like your dad always did." She turned her head back toward Brian and said, "Suck it out of my asshole, Brian, like Toby's dad always did.

Brian and I soon returned to our own room, leaving Mom lying there fucking herself again with her dildo. We climbed in bed and were both feeling overwhelmed. Neither of us dreamed my mom could be such a wild sex fiend. I thought about Dad. He must have been oversexed himself.

"I wonder, Brian," I said, "if my Dad had not been killed if we could have eventually gotten him to have sex with us. He was so fucking hot looking. If he liked to fuck assholes, I'll bet we could have gotten him to fuck us."

Brian said, "I'm sure we could have gotten him to fuck us. Knowing your Mom now, she would have insisted on it. One thing for certain, she loves to watch guys fuck. And what better show than to watch her husband fucking her son."

At that moment, we heard another loud cry from Mom's room, signaling another powerful orgasm. I rolled close to Brian.

"Kiss me Brian. I love you."

As the months went on, I was glad to see that Mom was getting over her sadness that my dad was no longer there. But every time Brian or I fucked her, she seemed to go into a trance and call us Harry, her husband. She obviously continued to long for him. Even when she watched Brian and me fucking or sucking each other, she seemed to think I was her husband.

One night while she was watching us, she said rather casually, "I've always loved watching you sucking cock, Harry."

I was stunned. Could it be that my dad also loved man to man sex? Why didn't I know? Why didn't he give me some sign? He knew that Brian and I were living together and probably having sex. Why didn't I know?"

The next day when I returned home from work, I found Mom lying on the sofa watching a soap opera. As usual, she was pumping her dildo in and out of her cunt. She was like a child with a security blanket.

"Look at that gorgeous man on the screen, Toby," she said. "Doesn't he remind you of your father? He's so beautiful. That woman is talking so mean to him. I wish I could reach out and slap her face."

"I'm sure glad you like that dildo I bought for you," I said. "It's a lot like Dad's, isn't it?"

"Exactly like your father's"

I had to find out for sure. "Mom, would Dad have liked that dildo?"

"I'm sure he would have."

"I imagine it would feel good up his ass," I said.

"Yes," she said, "but probably not as good as the real thing."

"Did he like the real thing, Mom?"

"Well, of course. Don't we all."

I had to ask the question. "Mom, did Dad fuck around with other guys?"

"Yes, a little. But never in my presence. I could never understand why he liked to do that, until I was with you and Brian that night. I realized then what a wonderful thing it was. If I'd only known while your father was alive, and told him I understood, I'm sure he would have allowed me to be a part of it."

"Dad knew I was having a sexual relationship with Brian. But he never objected to it. Did he ever express any interest in doing something with me, his son?"

"Oh, yes. But he was afraid you'd think badly of him if he approached you. He often talked about what a beautiful body you have and what a hot looking cock you have."

"Damn," I said. "I never knew. If I had, I would have encouraged him. As you know, he had a body to die for. I remember once when he came in to say goodnight to me while I was in high school. He stood next to my bed in all his nakedness and his hard cock was only inches from my face. If only I had had nerve enough to take it into my mouth, he would have known it was all right. If only I had realized that his standing there with his hard cock in my face was the hint he was trying to give me. Damn."

"Oh, sweetheart, there were so many things we didn't know when we were younger. I can see you're hard now. Step over here and put it between my lips."

I dropped my pants and knelt before her. As she took hold of my penis, she said, "Oh, Harry, such beautiful meat." She tickled the tip of my cock with her tongue.

I said, "Does it ever bother you that you are sucking on a cock that's been up another guy's ass?"

"That makes it even better, Harry."

One afternoon, we received a letter that my Grandpa Carter was coming for a visit. Grandma and died several months before, and Grandpa was lonely living alone so far away from me, his only grandson. His loneliness was compounded by the death of his son, Harry.

He arrived with baggage in hand, and we got him settled in the guest room at the back of the house.

Mom had gone out that afternoon, and Grandpa and I and Brian sat in the living room chatting. As soon as we sat down, Grandpa said, "And who is this young man?"

"I'm sorry. This is Brian. He's my . . . my partner. We share the bedroom right next to yours."

"Oh, that's nice," Grandpa said. "When I was in college, I had a roommate and I enjoyed the company. We dated the same girl for awhile. Then we had separate girlfriends. When we'd come home after our dates, we used to compare notes and talk about it for a long time before we went to sleep. Of course, after hearing about each other's time with our dates, we had to . . . you know . . . take care of things, if you know what I mean."

"Take care of things?" I asked.

"Sure. Jerk the old dick. You know how it is with young horny fellas."

"Yeah, we know how it is."

"After a hot date," Grandpa said, "it's nice to have someone to tell about it. I'm sure you guys have plenty of those conversations."

"We sure do, Grandpa."

"And it's not bad jerking the old dick afterwards, too, if you know what I mean."

"Grandpa, Brian and I aren't any different than you were. We talk about sex a lot at night, just like you did, and we jerk our dicks, as you put it, a lot."

Grandpa smiled. "I suppose you both have girlfriends. I've heard that girls put out pretty freely these days. Not like when I was a youngster. You had to do some fast talking in those days."

"Yeah, they do put out pretty freely today. We've had no trouble with that."

"Well, you're a couple of good looking guys. I don't doubt you had no trouble."

I had the urge to set the record straight, but wasn't sure how Grandpa would take it. "Brian and I don't have girlfriends at the moment. We . . . I mean . . . we kind of prefer each other's company nowadays."

"I know what you mean. Women get a little too demanding sometimes, and jerking your own dick sometimes does a lot better. If you'll pardon me for saying it, I find I can control what I'm doing when I'm doing it myself. Don't have to worry about satisfying her all the time."

"That's right, Grandpa. By the way, I want to tell you how sorry I am that Grandma passed away. She was the best."

He dropped his head and said, "Yeah, she was the best. Don't mean to shock you, but our bedroom activity went on right up to the end. This old fart could still get it up pretty good."

"Well," I said, "perhaps someday you'll find someone else."

"Maybe. But in the meantime, jerking the old dick will have to do. I do still miss diddling her, though."

I thought I would take a real chance and say something. "Grandpa, it looks like we all like to jerk our dicks, as you put it, while talking about . . . you know . . . with other guys. Maybe you could join Brian and me some night in our room and tell us about some of your experiences."

"Hey, that would be nice. It'd be like old times."

"Did you ever jerk your dick with Dad, your son?" I suddenly thought I was going too far.

"Only once. And that was when he was a youngster and I was giving him the fatherly talk about sex. I could see he was hard and I asked him right out if he'd ever jerked his dick. He said no, so I showed him how. I never did it with him again, but I did walk in on him a few times after that. And as I remember, he walked in on me a few times. Wasn't a problem, though. I was proud to see, though, that he had developed a great sized dick that any woman would love. He never said, but I often wondered if he jerked his dick with his friends.

"I'm sure he did, Grandpa. All guys like to jerk their dicks with other guys."

"Did my son . . . I mean your dad ever give you the fatherly talk about sex?"

"I'm afraid not. But I learned pretty fast on my own. And a school friend taught me how to jerk off."

Grandpa looked around. "Hey, where's your Mom. Can't wait to see her again. I was always happy she married my son. That marriage turned out to be a winner, as I'm sure you know. No one could love him like she did. Is she still as pretty as she always was? I'll tell you a secret. I always thought she had the prettiest tits I'd ever seen, even though I never saw them uncovered. Hope you don't mind my language. I figure you're old enough to handle it."

I laughed. "Grandpa, I probably know some words you never heard of."

"He leaned forward and winked. "You'll have to fill me in. You get old and the world leaves you behind sometimes.

"Yes, she is still pretty, and so are her tits. But Dad's death has been tough on her. She sometimes thinks I'm him."

"That's too bad. It's been awhile, and maybe she should start looking around. Start dating again. She's still young. It's not right for a young woman to be without . . . you know . . . some regular sex.

When Mom returned from her shopping, she dropped her packages and threw her arms around Grandpa and pressed her body hard against his. "I'm so glad to see you again. How long will you be staying?"

"Well, as long as you want me. Now that I'm retired, and without Marion, I don't have much else to do."

As they parted, I noticed his hand sweeping deftly over one her tits. "Good to see you again, Mary," he said. "I hope we can spend some time together while I'm here."

That night, after we all went to bed, Brian said, "Why don't you go in and ask him to come and join us. You know, he said he'd be glad to do that."

I knocked on his door and stepped in. Grandpa was lying naked on the top of the covers with a huge hard-on. He looked startled. I knew he was about to jack off.

"Why don't you come on into our room so we can do that together. You know, for old times sake."

He smiled and jumped off the bed. He followed me into our room. He was only in his mid-sixties, but had a nice trim and firm body like a man much younger.

Brian and I stripped off our jockey shorts, and the three of us stretched out on our backs on the king-sized bed, with Grandpa between us.

"Would you like to watch a really good porno flick, Grandpa?"

"Never seen one before," he said. "But there's always a first time for everything."

I turned the DVD on. All three of us lay there holding onto our hard penises. Grandpa's cock was longer and fatter than Brian's and mine. His huge ball sack lay on the bed between his legs. It looked so good. He stared wide-eyed at the screen while a woman was getting fucked doggy-style and sucking the cock of another man standing in front of her. Then the man getting sucked pulled out and shot his cum all over her face. At the same time the man who was fucking her pulled out shot all over her back. I noticed Grandpa starting to stroke his cock and looking almost oblivious to the presence of Brian and me.

We all stroked slowly, and the video ended before any of us came.

"What did you think, Grandpa? Does it take you back."

"Wow. It sure does."

"Did you ever in your life get involved in a threesome like that"

"Oh, sure. Many times."

"Why don't you tell us about it while we're jerking our dicks. Just like you and your roommate did."

As we all stroked, I could tell Grandpa was getting hotter and hotter. He told us about the most bizarre sexual encounters I'd ever heard of. Some of his experiences involved sex with several married couples at the same time.

"It was really hot," he said, "fucking another man's wife while he looked on. And I even saw some of those husbands sucking off each other while I fucked their wives."

"What did you think when you saw two guys sucking each other off?"

"Fucking hot, boy."

"Did you ever try it?"

"Nope."

"Maybe you should sometime," I said. "A man's got to experience all that sex has to offer."

"Don't know if I could."

I took another chance when I said, "You know, Brian and I have done it."

"You have?" Grandpa's eyes were wide as saucers.

"Would you mind if we showed you?"

"Fuck no. Do what you want."

I climbed over him and lay next to Brian. As I did so, my hard cock dragged across Grandpa's penis and his hand. I scooted down between Brian's legs and took his cock in my mouth. Grandpa's mouth fell open as I sucked for several minutes.

I pulled off and looked at him. "Have you ever had your cock sucked?"

"Well, yeah. By women."

"It's better done by a man," I said as I moved my head over and took his raging hard penis into my mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned.

"Does that feel good," I asked.

"Oh , yeah. Real good."

I sucked for awhile and pulled off when I thought he was about to cum. I returned to Brian and sucked him off until he came. When I pulled off, I opened my mouth so Grandpa could see the load of Brian's cum inside.

"Grandpa," I said, "Do you know what I would love more than anything right now? I'd love for you to suck my cock."

I could tell, after watching Brian shoot his load into my mouth, that he had become almost frenzied. Without a word, he scooted down between my thighs, as he'd seen me do with Brian and deftly sucked the full length of my hard penis into his mouth as though he'd been doing it all his life. He just held it there for a few moments, and then began to run his lips over my shaft. He even swirled his tongue around over the head of my penis, as he had felt me doing when I sucked him.

Brian brought his hand over and began caressing Grandpa's firm ass cheeks and running his fingers through his hairy ass crack.

He continued sucking for several minutes, and I could tell from his rapid tongue action, he was enjoying it. Finally, I told him I was about to cum, and would he take it in his mouth. He nodded and continued sucking. My orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer and I could feel each wonderful volley of sperm surging up my shaft into my grandpa's mouth. He took it all, and I could tell he swallowed it. I was surprised, but quite pleased, that he kept my penis in his mouth until it began to wilt. Brian continued to run his hands over Grandpa's ass cheeks and the back of his thighs. I noticed he even raised his ass a little in a gesture that told me he liked the feel of Brian's hand.

When he pulled off, he raised his head and smiled at me. Some of my cum was dripping down his chin.

"You bad boys are a terrible influence," he said. "You should know better than to set a bad example for such an inexperienced young man as I am."

Brian said, "We can set a few more bad examples for you, if you'd like."

Grandpa rolled over on his back, his cock still stiff and rigid. I took hold of his large nipples and pinched them. He groaned and smiled again. I was now convinced we had Grandpa by the balls, so to speak. He was ready for anything. To try anything. I went down again between his legs and sucked his huge balls, one at a time, into my mouth. His groans told me he was indeed ready for anything. I took his cock into my mouth again and sucked on it vigorously. I felt his hands on my head as he ran his fingers through my hair. Suddenly, he began to buck his hips.

"Suck it hard, boy. I'm cumming. You ready?"

I nodded my head.

Just then, the door opened, and my Mom stood in the doorway. She was naked. At that moment, as we all looked up at her, Grandpa shot his load powerfully against the back of my throat, bucking his hips against my face. I pulled off and looked at her, cum dribbling out of the corners of my mouth.

Grandpa, unable to control his heavy breathing, tried to say something. I could tell he was deeply mortified to be caught by my mom.

She stood there with a smile curling over her lips. "I'm sorry. I should have knocked."

"No, no. It's all right," I said. "We don't have any secrets in this house."

I looked at Grandpa, and could tell he was staring at her furry snatch and then at her full, firm tits. He also looked at the dildo in her hand, which she always seemed to have with her.

She held it up. "It looks very much like Harry's, doesn't it?" She straddled her legs and pushed it up into her cunt. "And it fits perfectly, just like his did. And I must say yours looks awfully much like your son's cock, too."

She stepped back into the hall and said, "I'll leave you alone until you're finished."

After she left, Brian and I told Grandpa everything. We told him that we both fucked her, and that it helped her to get rid of her depression over Dad's death, believing that whichever one of us who fucked her was actually her husband.

Grandpa remained almost speechless. "You mean that whoever fucks her, she thinks he's her husband, my son?" A rather wild look came over his face.

"That's right. Knowing that kind of excites you, doesn't it? I know what you're thinking. In this house, anything's possible. I know you always thought she was pretty. She has a lovely bush over her cunt, doesn't she? And her tits are really something special." I knew I was bating him, but I wanted him to know that whatever he might try to do with her was absolutely okay with me. I was sure Mom would welcome him in her bed and think of him, as she did us, as her husband, Harry.

The three of us awoke a little after sunrise with a knock on the door and Mom's voice.

"Breakfast will be ready soon. Let me know when you're ready."

"Did you have a good sleep, Grandpa?"

"Yeah, like the dead," he said. He looked at Brian and me. We all had our usual morning hard-ons. "Did last night really happen? It was like the wildest jerk-off fantasy I've ever had. You guys are . . . . Wow."

"Did you like what we did, Grandpa? We do this all the time."

"Of course I liked it."

"Do you think you'd like to suck cock again?"

"Never thought I would. But sure. It was really hot.

"Maybe tonight, we can give you some other surprises," I said. "Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?"

"Sure, many times. Your Grandma took it up the ass and loved it."

"You know, guys get fucked up the ass, too. And in a way, it's even better than a woman's ass."

"Really?"

"Sure. Wait until tonight."

After we took our showers, we walked together downstairs. Grandpa was unmistakably still horny as hell. I could tell. I patted his bulge.

"You know you don't have to hide that around here. We all love cocks here and you can drag it out whenever you feel like it."

Mom was still fixing breakfast. Brian and I sat in the living room, but Grandpa went into the kitchen to visit with Mom. I knew he was hot for her. We could hear them talking.

"Good morning, Mary. About last night . . . ."

"Oh, Marcus, that was all right. I know all about those things. Toby and Brian explained to me about doing that with one another. I hope I didn't embarrass you when I came in."

"Oh, no, no. May I say you have a lovely . . . a lovely . . . ."

"A lovely body? Thank you."

"Harry was a lucky man."

"One thing he liked was these."

I peered around the corner and could see mom pulling her blouse off her shoulders and letting her bare tits hang loose. I could see Grandpa staring at them.

"I can see why he liked them. Mary, may I touch them?"

"Of course," she said.

Grandpa touched one of them with his fingers and then lowered his lips upon her nipple. Mom put her hand on the back of his head and pushed it firmly against her tit.

She closed her eyes and said, "Oh, Harry, your tongue. Flick your tongue around my nipple as you always do."

He suddenly grasped her around her waist and violently licked and nibbled on both of her nipples as she moaned with pleasure. Brian and I were now standing in the doorway watching. With one hand, he reached in through the elastic on her shorts and plunged his hand down to her cunt. She leaned against the table, and he pulled her legs up so she could lie flat on it. Pulling off her shorts altogether, he buried his face into her snatch, licking up her juices as wildly as he could.

She called out Harry's name again. "Oh, God," she screamed as she had a powerful orgasm. "Don't stop, Harry, don't stop."

He continued to fuck her with his tongue and didn't pull away until she had had two more orgasms. He tore at his belt buckle and was quickly able to push his pants down to his ankles. She got off the table and knelt before him. She took his hairy balls in her hand and licked them. Then she slipped his raging cock into her mouth. She was aware that Brian and I were watching as she pummeled his hard penis with her tongue and lips. Within seconds, he shot his load into her mouth.

When it was over, she said, "Your cum, Harry, is as sweet as it always was."

Later that afternoon, I asked Mom if Grandpa's cock was like Dad's.

"Oh, yes. I felt as though it was your father's cock in my mouth. It was so good. I'm glad, too, that he is experiencing the pleasure that you and Brian can give him. Had he ever been with other men before?"

"No. It was his first time. And he loved it. I think he's going to be a cum-slut like the rest of us. Tonight, Brian and I are going to show him the joys of getting fucked and fucking a guy's tight asshole. He said he was already used to fucking Grandma in the ass, but he'll find out how good a guys asshole is. You know that he always liked you, Mom. And I got the impression he'd really like to fuck you. You know how wild he went for you in the kitchen this morning."

"Why don't you all come into my room tonight," she said. "He can have his wish, as well as learn how to fuck and be fucked by a man. For a man his age, his cock is as good as a seventeen-year-old boy."

"A seventeen-year-old?" I asked. "How would you know that?"

She looked away. "Well, I just know."

I laughed. "You're even more of slut than I thought you were, Mom. Come on. You can tell me."

"Well, you know that cute little guy who lives down the street and mows the people's lawn next store. Bobby Turner's his name. A few days ago, they weren't home and he came over here asking for a drink of water. Well, one thing led to another, and . . . . I just looked at him and he reminded me of your father when he used to fuck me in high school, and your father had such a luscious cock then."

"Dad fucked you when you were in high school?"

"Yes, of course. Well, I just couldn't resist Bobby. As he was drinking, I rubbed one of my tits across his face, and he responded like any seventeen-year-old would, I guess. He turned and pulled my blouse down enough for that tit to fall out, and rubbed my crotch a little. Well, right there on the sofa, I sucked him a little bit and then he fucked me. He was so hot."

"You didn't call him Harry, did you?"

"I don't remember."

That evening, Grandpa went out and brought in hamburgers so Mom wouldn't have to cook. We sat naked in the living room eating them while we watched one of my favorite bisexual DVDs. Grandpa ate with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.

"God, you're a horny mother-fucker," I said. "You've got to save it for later."

Grandpa gobbled down the rest of his hamburger and stood up, his cock standing straight out and his ball sack hanging almost halfway down to his knees. "Okay, let's get at it," he said.

We all went upstairs and piled into Mom's bed. Grandpa immediately plunged his face into her crotch and began licking her wet cunt madly.

Brian had been enamored with Grandpa's ass and spread the old man's ass cheeks. He pushed his face between them and began tongue-fucking him.

Mom reached out her hands for me and pulled my head down to hers. She kissed me and began slashing her tongue around in my mouth. We had never before kissed on the lips, but I loved it. I soon moved my head down between her tits and then sucked wildly on her nipples. She immediately had an orgasm while Grandpa had his tongue in her cunt.

"God damn," he said. "Your cunt snaps just like Grandma's did when she came." He rose up mounted her as Brian moved back. Brian and I looked closely as he slid his raging purple rod into her cunt. He began pounding away on her.

Soon I told him to stop because I didn't want him to cum yet.

"Shit, man. What are you doing?" he hollered.

"You've got some other fucking to do yet, and I don't want you to cum yet."

Mom said, "That's right. The boys have something else they want to show you how to do."

I lay on my back, and she pushed a pillow under my hips. I raised my legs so my thighs were against my chest.

"Okay, Grandpa, get up here like you did with Mom and fuck me."

"What?" he said.

Brian quickly leaned over and took Grandpa's cock in his mouth. I said, "He's getting your cock good and wet so it will slide in good and easy."

When Brian pulled off, Grandpa mounted me.

"Now don't be afraid of it," I said. "Just push it in. It won't hurt. You'll like it."

He pushed gently at first, and then harder. He gave a little grunt when his penis head popped in through my sphinter. It startled him.

"Keep pushing until it's all the way in," I said. "Now fuck me like you'd fuck any other hole. Like you fucked Grandma in the ass."

"Wow," he gasped. "It's really tight. A lot tighter than Grandma's. But it feels good squeezing against my cock."

He started fucking me really hard, and I saw beads of sweat running off his forehead. "Fuck my ass hard," I shouted. "Jam that mother-fucking prick into me hard."

He pounded his pelvis harder against my ass than I'd felt before. Lying next to me was Mom sucking on Brian's cock and fondling his balls. She ran her hands over the light hair that covered his legs. Soon she pulled off of Brian's cock and began running her tongue over Brian's furry legs. That turned me on so much. I loved to lick and suck on Brian's shapely legs. I wasn't touching my penis, but with the sight of his legs being licked and the pressure Grandpa's cock was putting on my prostate, I could feel my orgasm coming close.

Brian could see me begin to tense up and I'm sure he knew I was about to shoot my load. He moved close to me and pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it really hard and, just as I felt my orgasm hit me and my sperm shot out all over me, Brian filled my mouth with his cum. As my orgasm continued, my asshole clenched at every surge. Grandpa could obviously feel the clenching on his dick, and he shot his load into my rectum as he roared like a lion.

I was a little sorry that I had shot my load because I had wanted to teach Grandpa how wonderful it was to get fucked. When he finally pulled out of my ass, Mom came around and plunged her face into my ass crack where she madly sucked out as much of Grandpa's cum as she could.

Grandpa, still breathless and sweating, said, "My God, Mary, I used to suck out my cum out of Grandma's ass when I fucked her."

I realized that Brian hadn't cum yet. "Grandpa," I said. "Brian's going to show you how great it is to get fucked. Get down here in the same position I was in."

"You mean he's gonna fuck me? I never done that before in my life. I don't know if I could take that."

"Sure you can, Grandpa."

When he got in position with his legs up, Mom slipped down between his legs had filled his ass crack with her saliva.

"Oooo. That feels good, Mary."

"It's going to feel a lot better in a minute," she said.

Brian mounted Grandpa and pushed his gorged cock against his asshole.

Grandpa held up one hand. "Be careful now. It's gonna hurt."

Brian kept pushing until his cock was buried into Grandpa's man-cunt to the hilt. As he slowly began to slide it in and out, a slight smile came over Grandpa's face.

"Does it feel good, Grandpa?" I asked.

"Oh yeah" he said breathlessly. "Oh yeah. It's good. Push that mother-fucker in there hard, Brian. Oh yeah. Harder. Oh yeah. Harder, God damn it. Fuck the shit outta me. That's it. Faster, Brian. Faster. Oh God!"

The sight of this man getting fucked for the first time sent Mom off. She pulled my head down to her snatch. Fuck me with your tongue, Harry. Oh, God."

While Brian fucked Grandpa harder and harder, I slopped my lips and tongue wildly over her hot wet cunt. She had one, two, three powerful orgasms in only minutes. I knew she could see my cock getting hard again, and she moved her body around so we were in a 69 position. As she took my cock into her mouth, her body shuddered again with another orgasm. Grandpa continued to keep his eyes glued to Brian's hard cock as it slid in and out of his asshole.

Brian began grunting louder, and I knew he was about to shoot his load of cum into Grandpa's ass. Suddenly Brian threw his head back and rocked it from side to side as his orgasm swept over him and his sperm filled Grandpa's belly. Just as I had done, Grandpa's cock erupted and shot his sperm all the way to his face. Also, within seconds, Mom had another orgasm as I shot my load into her mouth.

When it was all over, we all lay in a crumpled and sweaty heap on the bed, gasping for air. Mom slowly raised her head and began licking Grandpa's cum off his face. I soon had strength enough to crawl behind Grandpa and suck Brian's cum out of his asshole.

It wasn't long before we all lay there huddled together and asleep. It was one of the most exciting nights of really dirty sex I could remember. And to do it all with my Mom and my Grandpa made it really hot. How I wished I'd known about my Dad's interest. If he'd still been alive, the night would have been over the top, man.

Over the next several nights, we decided to let Grandpa and Mom be alone in her room, while Brian and I stayed in ours. This would give Grandpa plenty of fucking time with Mom without us being there. After Brian and I gave each other a good fuck, we lay there with our door open listening to them. Every now and then, Mom let out a screech, signaling she was having one of her many orgasms. I never knew anyone who had as many orgasms as she did in one night. We also heard Grandpa grousing and growling like an animal as he alternated fucking and eating out her cunt. I'd definitely made up my mind that Mom was truly a slutty whore. But I loved her. What other guy in the world could have a good dirty fuck with his mother whenever he wanted it? And what other guy could fuck another guy's ass while his mother watched and fucked herself with a fake penis? I knew I had the best of all worlds. All that was missing was my dad. What I wouldn't have given for the chance to fuck his ass and suck his cock.

Several afternoons later, when Grandpa and Brian were upstairs sucking each other off in the shower, Mom and I sat in the living room watching a new porno DVD I'd purchased. After I went into the kitchen to get some soda, I heard the doorbell ring. Mom answered it. A man was at the door. I listened.

"Mrs. Carter?

"Yes."

"I'm Joseph Turner. Bobby Turner's father."

"Yes, Won't you come in and have a seat. Excuse me for a moment."

Mom came rushing into the kitchen. "Toby. Do you know who that man is? He's the father of the boy who mowed the lawn next door and who fucked me that day. Remember?"

"Yes."

"What am I going to do, Toby? He probably knows about what happened. Oh dear, the little fucker probably told him. What am I going to do?"

"Just go on back and find out what he wants. I'll stay here in the kitchen if you need me."

"Mr. Turner," she said, "I'm sorry. I had to see to something in the kitchen."

"That's quite all right, Mrs. Carter. We live just down the block, which makes us neighbors. I've been meaning to come by and introduce myself. Is your husband at home?"

"No, my husband is dead. I'm a widow."

"Oh, I am sorry. Bobby told me how kind you were to give him some water when he was mowing the lawn next door."

"I was glad to do it."

"I didn't expect to meet such a lovely woman as you, even though Bobby told me you were quite pretty."

"Thank you."

"I'm divorced myself, and it gets quite lonely, even though I do see my ex-wife occasionally. I was wondering if you might do me the honor of having dinner with me since you have also been left alone."

"Why, Mr. Turner, it appears you came over here to ask me that, even though you've never met me before."

"Well, Mrs. Carter, my son told me about you and how much he liked you, and I just thought that perhaps you and I could get to know each other."

"Your son told you everything about when he and I met?"

"Well . . . yes he did."

"I'm not sure I understand," she said.

I stood close to the kitchen door so I could hear everything. I knew Mom did understand and I wondered how she was going to handle it.

Mr. Turner moved over to sit by Mom on the sofa. "Oh, come now, my dear. Surely you understand."

"What did Bobby tell you, exactly?"

"I'm sure you know what he told me. And I assure you I'm not at all upset about it. Quite to the contrary. A good looking young boy like that. I can't blame anybody for . . . you know . . . giving in to his charms."

"What do you want, Mr. Turner?"

Turner slid a little closer to Mom and took her hand. "Oh, my dear, I'm sure you know what I want. We could have a very good time together."

"Okay, Mr. Turner. Your son Bobby told you he'd gotten a pretty good fuck out of me, and you figure I could do the same for you."

"Well, I wouldn't put it so crudely."

I peeked around the doorframe and noticed that Turner was about in his mid-thirties, really good looking. In fact, gorgeously good looking. At that moment, I wouldn't have minded giving him a good fuck myself. I couldn't figure out why Mom was playing him along. If I'd been her, I would have blown his cock on the spot.

"I don't mean to be crude, Mr. Turner. You want to fuck me, and you're just having a hard time coming out with it."

"I suppose."

"Let me ask you, did Bobby tell you exactly what we did? And did he tell you he enjoyed it?"

"Yes, on both counts."

"You must have quite an open relationship with your son to have him tell you everything."

"Yes, we do."

"How open? Do you ever jack off together, do you suck each other's cock, do you fuck each other?"

I continued looking at them. Mr. Turner was beginning to sweat.

"Yes, Mrs. Carter. If you must know, we have a very open relationship. I love my boy, and we do all those things."

"I'm delighted to hear that. Why don't you and Bobby come over later tonight. I think we might have a very interesting evening."

"Oh, that would be wonderful."

"I must tell you, though, that I live here with my son and his partner, as well as my father-in-law. Don't be alarmed. They're all most understanding and thoroughly willing to accommodate anything we wish to do. Will you come, and bring Bobby with you?"

Mr. Turner took both of her hands in his and kissed her on the cheek. "Oh, yes, yes. Bobby and I would love to come. About eight?"

"That would be lovely. See you at eight."

After Turner left, I went in and took Mom in my arms. I reached down inside her slacks and pushed my finger into her cunt. It was hot and wet.

"Well, Mom, you're such a slutty whore. I ought to take you out on the street and advertise you for any horny man or boy who wants to get into your cunt. Selling your cunt might be very profitable for us."

"Promises, promises," she said. "Yes, I suppose my snatch could be worth some money. And I know some women, too, who'd pay dearly to slip that beautiful penis of yours up in their cunts."

That evening, Joe Turner and his son Bobby arrived exactly at eight. They each wore shorts and a t-shirt. I hadn't seen Bobby up close before. He was positively adorable. He was seventeen, but he looked more like thirteen or fourteen. His physique was stunning, and I was immediately taken with the soft dusting of light brown hair on his beautiful legs. If I'd had no manners at that moment, I would have thrown him down and licked and tasted his legs with my lips and tongue. But I knew there would be time enough as the evening went on.

His father's body was also something of beauty. Grandpa and Brian knew why these two guests were coming over and decided they would greet them dressed only in their jockey shorts. As they stood up to shake hands with Joe and Bobby, their hard-ons were clearly visible.

Mom was dressed in only a short garment that looked rather like a fancy housecoat. She had nothing on under it, of course. I wore shorts also with a shirt that hung open in the front. When Bobby shook my hand, he reached in and ran his hand over my pecs and sent shivers through my nipples.

Mom asked what everyone wanted to drink. Grandpa wanted Scotch on the rocks, both Joe and Bobby wanted beer, as did Brian and I. Mom had a glass of wine.

Mom said, "Toby brought home the most beautiful movie on DVD. I think it would be nice if we started out the evening with it. It's kind of a mood-setter, if you know what I mean."

The movie was one of the hottest bisexual shows I'd ever seen. It involved teenaged boys and girls doing every filthy thing imaginable with both male and female adults, presumably their parents. As the movie progressed, I slipped out of my shirt, and Mom opened up her garment, revealing her full tits and very hard nipples. After several minutes, I slipped out of my shorts, leaving me completely naked. Mom dropped her dress off her shoulders completely, so everyone could see her fingers playing with her clit. Joe and Bobby watched as Grandpa and Brian pulled down their jockey shorts and started stroking their hard penises.

Very quickly, Bobby stripped off his clothes and undressed his father.

As the movie continued, we were now all completely naked. Mom looked around and saw five very hard cocks jutting out of our crotches. She wet her fingers and continued to stroke her cunt as the rest of us stared at it and at one another's cocks. Grandpa finally got up and, crouching down in front of Mom, he buried his face in her wet cunt. It was only a minute of two when she had her first orgasm of the evening.

Brian moved over to Joe and kissed him. He ran his tongue down over the hair on Joe's chest and into his thick bush of pubic hair. He flicked his tongue around the head of Joe's penis and then brought the entire shaft into his mouth. As Brian sucked, he ran his hand over Joe's shapely legs.

While this was happening, Bobby and I were looking at each other like we were each something cold to drink on a hot day. The desire in Bobby's eyes as he looked at me virtually melted me. I was oblivious to anyone else in the room. It was just Bobby and me, wanting, yearning, craving for each other's body.

As in a trance, I walked to him, lifted him from his chair and carried him to the soft, furry rug in front of the fireplace. I laid his dear, sweet body out flat. I lay beside him and ran my tongue over the clear skin of his face. His eyes, his cheekbones, his cheeks and lips. Down over his slender neck and prominent pecs and nipples.

As he moaned softly, I tasted the skin of his stomach, sucked on his thick, black pubic hair. I took his hard penis into my mouth briefly and then lifted his balls and sucked on the thin, soft skin of his scrotum. Then his legs. The most beautiful legs I'd ever seen. I took hold of one of them in both hands and ran my tongue over the soft light brown hair that covered them. The taste and smell of the skin on his legs intoxicated me.

My reverie with Bobby's legs was suddenly interrupted by a squeal from Mom, who had just gone through another orgasm with Grandpa. Bobby sat up and took hold of my shoulders. He gently pushed me over onto my back. He crouched over me and began to bathe my entire body with his tongue. His eyes looked ravenous, as though he couldn't get enough of me.

I could now see Brian lying flat on the floor near me with Joe sucking him off fast and furiously. Within minutes, he pulled off and shot an incredible load of cum all over Brian's face. It lay in globs on his face, like thick pudding. Grandpa moved away quickly from Mom's cunt and licked off all of Joe's cum from Brian's face.

Joe went over to Mom and pushed her down flat on the sofa. He resumed sucking on her cunt where Grandpa left off. Another orgasm, and then another shuddered through Mom's body. Joe then pushed her legs high and plunged his burning tool into her cunt.

I could hear Joe say, "I've wanted this ever since Bobby told me he'd fucked you."

Mom took hold of Joe's ass cheeks as another orgasm rattled through her body. I could see she was able to get her finger into Joe's asshole. When Grandpa had finished licking up all of Joe's cum from Brian's face, he went over to Joe and began licking his asshole while Joe was still fucking Mom. That must have set Joe off, because he suddenly shouted, signaling that his orgasm had come and he'd filled Mom's cunt with another load of cum. I was impressed that he could cum twice in such a short time.

Grandpa helped Joe roll off of her and onto the floor. There Grandpa rammed his dripping cock into Joe's asshole. Joe growled. "Fuck me hard, old man."

Bobby was still in a frenzy as he continued giving me a thorough body tongue bath. Prodigious amounts of clear cum was pouring out of my pee hole. Bobby took my cock into his mouth and slashed away at it with his tongue. I had never had such an erotic experience in my life as I was having with this heavenly Adonis. He brought his face again up to mine and kissed me.

"I love you so much, Mr. Carter," he whispered. "I never want to be separated from your body, the most sexy, beautiful body I've ever tasted. Fuck me, Mr. Carter. Please I need your beautiful hard penis inside of me and to feel the warmth of your cum as it flows into my ass."

Bobby rolled onto his back and lifted his legs. I looked into his sweet little boy asshole and saw it clenching in and out, as though it were crying for me to enter. I ran my tongue gently over this sweet, pink pucker and flooded it with my saliva. I mounted him and looked down into the most gorgeous blue eyes, full of love and longing.

My hard penis slipped into his asshole easily, and I could feel the rim of it snapping at my cock as I fucked him. He reached up and gently pinched my nipples, driving me even deeper into frenzy. I began to have that odd feeling in my gut that always signaled the approach of orgasm. I wanted to edge it and delay it. But I couldn't stop it. I felt my sperm surging up my shaft and into this sweet boy's sweet ass. My orgasm seemed to go on and on. Suddenly, Bobby's penis erupted. I quickly took hold of his cock and pointed it up to my face. Stream after stream of his hot sperm splattered onto my face, in my eyes, nose, and into my mouth.

I collapsed on top of Bobby as we both gasped for air. Our faces were covered with sweat, and it tasted good as I licked it off of Bobby's face. The cum on my face also dripped off a little onto his face. The mixture of cum and sweat tasted so erotic.

It was now after eleven o'clock and, although we were all exhausted, we wanted more. Mom suggested we all go up to her bed where it would be more comfortable. There we sucked and fucked and caressed one another's bodies until almost dawn. Mom had gotten fucked six or seven times in all, with Grandpa fucking her twice. I was able to cum three times, twice in Bobby's ass and once in his mouth. I've never before been able to cum three times in one night. Bobby fucked me twice, and fucked Mom once. I had a hard time breaking away from Bobby, but I did give Mom one of her dozen or so orgasms with my tongue after the others had all had a shot at it. All of the other guys' cum dripping out of her cunt tasted so good.

We were a tired, sweaty pile of human flesh by morning. To me, there is nothing like the smell of a man's skin. And I got plenty of that wonderful odor that night, especially with Bobby.

The next day, Brian and I slept till noon. When I got up to shower and shave, I passed by Mom's room and found Joe was still there, lying asleep with his face pressed against Mom's cunt. She was also asleep. When I looked closely, I saw the bottom end of her dildo sticking out of Joe's ass. Joe had such a pretty ass, very much like Bobby's. I hadn't pulled away from Bobby long enough that night to get into Joes ass with my cock, or even my tongue. But I was confident more opportunities would come along.

All the next day, Brian seemed cool to me. I finally asked him if there was something wrong. He finally told me he was disturbed about the way I was monopolizing Bobby.

"Do you love him?" he asked.

"I think I do," I said. I knew immediately I should not have said that.

"I see." That was all he said as he turned away from me.

I reached out and took Brian in my arms. "You're the one I love, Brian. The only one I'll ever love. I'm sorry if . . . ."

"I saw you," he said. "I saw how you looked into each other's eyes all night. That wasn't just sexual lust. That was love. It was obvious."

I did feel a strange feeling of love and yearning tugging at me when Bobby and I were lying together. But I was sure it would pass. Brian was the love of my life. And that would never change.

Brian and I spent the afternoon lying naked out back by the pool, sunning ourselves. My cell phone rang.

"Toby, this is Bobby. I can't get the other night out of my mind. I dream about you, Toby. Please. Would you be free to come over to my house tonight? I really need you. I love you, Toby."

"Well, I . . . ." I glanced over at Brian. "I don't know."

"Toby, I still feel your skin on my tongue. I can still smell and taste it. It's driving me nuts. I crave you, Toby. I need to have your cum in my mouth and up my ass. I need to feel my cock deep into your ass. Please, Toby. I love you so much. I can't stand being away from you. God, how I love you."

I wanted to tell Bobby everything I felt for him. But I couldn't. Not with Brian sitting there.

"Oh, yeah," I finally said. "The same here. I . . . I need to call you back. Will you be there for a while?"

"Yes," but hurry, my beautiful man. I'm dying to have you again."

I turned off my cell and said nothing.

"Who was that," Brian asked.

"Oh, it was just the office calling to tell me I have an early morning appointment tomorrow."

I felt horrible lying to Brian like that. I couldn't tell him the truth. I looked at Brian, my dear beautiful lover, Brian. His gorgeous tanned body stretched out excited me, as it always did.

"Brian, I'm sorry. I didn't tell you the truth. It was Bobby on the phone. He wants to see me."