My mom and my sister always used to bitch about the amount of noise I made when I snored. Although their bedrooms were on the other side of the hallway, and all doors were closed in between, they said it was still hard to sleep when I got going. It wasn't so much the loudness, but I guess I have sleep apnea and simply stop breathing for fairly long periods when I sleep. I will be sawing away at those dream logs and will stop in mid-saw, with no sound at all for long enough to make them wonder if I died. They say it's the not knowing that makes it so hard to ignore.
I'm not totally insensitive to their complaints, even though I don't feel at all guilty because of what my body does or doesn't do while I'm asleep. One night I decided to leave the video camera running all night as I slept, to make a record of it. I wasn't convinced that it was as bad as they claimed, and I wanted to time the duration and frequency of the periods of apnea. Maybe it was something to see a doctor about.
It was summer time and I always slept nude, usually on top of the cover. I prefer fresh air when I sleep, even if it is a bit warmer than the air conditioning. There was no need to leave the light on as my camera is very light sensitive and there was plenty light from outside to record everything clearly. I wasn't going for detail or art--only facts.
The following Saturday, I rewound the tape and kicked back with a stop watch to make my timing measurements. I fast forwarded the tape until I saw my diaphragm start to jiggle, then rewound it to the start of the action. Man! They were right! I was truly whistling Dixie as I slept. It was hard to know exactly how loud it was because the camera's automatic sound adjustment had cranked the volume way up when there was no sound at all, so I had to wait a second until the camera adjusted. It was still very loud, but nothing compared to that first blast.
The noise seemed to peak right at the point where I stopped breathing. I timed it and found that I went two minutes without breathing, which is about twice as long as I can hold my breath when diving.
I noticed one other "little thing". When I stopped breathing, my dick grew into a stick of wood. With no conscious stimulation and without touching myself in any way, my pride and joy swelled larger and larger until I wondered if it ever got that big when I was awake?
Was I dreaming some good fuck scene? Was it only oxygen starvation? I had read about some guys who strangled themselves into unconsciousness to heighten an orgasm, but had never considered trying it. Was this what it was all about? A natural asphyxiation technique? This was very interesting and intriguing stuff.
I ran the tape a while longer and timed a few more episodes without learning any more than I had seen at the first occurrence, so I hit the rewind and went to the bathroom to drain the old lizard. Even if it was my own prick I had been watching, the repeated scenes of arousal had affected me somewhat and I considered beating it off for a moment, then decided to run down to the kitchen for a bite, instead. A growing boy must eat to keep up his strength. Right?
I was halfway down the stairs when I realized that I had almost seen something at the instant I pushed the rewind button on the VCR. Thinking back, I was nearly certain I had seen my bedroom door start to open, but pushed the thought away. Who would have come into my room? I went on to the kitchen before going over to Ron's house to shoot some baskets.
Later that night, I couldn't get the idea out of my head that I had seen that door start to open, so why not check it out? It took a few minutes to fast forward through the stuff I had seen and the only way I knew it was showing something new was when the door was flung open and my mom rushed through the door at 6x speed, watched me for a minute, then pulled up the hem of her robe and started rubbing her pussy! What! My mom? My mom, the virgin queen who didn't allow any discussion of sex around the house and did her best to indicate that Julie and I were the result of virgin births?
I switched to normal speed after rewinding to the point where she came in and sat back, completely stunned to watch it again. I half expected it to be different the second time, but no, there she was. The door was pushed open very slowly as if she wanted to make sure not to wake me up. She came to the bed and looked down at me with an expression I couldn't read in the dim light.
As she watched, I went through another apnea episode, with the resulting woody as before. There was enough light to see her eyes get bigger and bigger and to see her hands steal toward her crotch. She appeared to be fighting the urge to rub that thing, but was losing the battle. A few times her hand seemed to want to reach out and touch the woody, but so far she had won that one.
Apparently, it wasn't enough to merely rub herself through her thin robe, she needed direct contact and perhaps insertion in order to complete the task at hand. Unbelievably, she hitched her robe higher and higher until her dark patch was clearly visible. As I watched, my woody matched the on screen version in every detail except that I was hammering away at this one and the one on the screen was merely bobbing a few inches from Mom's face as she silently fingerfucked herself.
Although she was extremely quiet, I was no longer breathing, so all the sound in the room was the sound of her heavy breathing, which the camera automatically cranked up to normal levels.
Have you ever tried beating your meat while listening to the sounds of a woman in heat, bringing herself closer and closer to an enormous climax? It was a first for me, too, but I came with her. If the camera had been on then, it would have had to crank the sound down a bunch to keep from overloading. My grunts and groans must have echoed through the entire house. Luckily, the family was accustomed to strange noises coming from my room.
I sat there in a pool of cooling cum and watched as my mom slowly wound down from her high, dropped her robe and silently left the room with her head down. It occurred to me that she must have a hell of a time with her guilt after something like that. I wished there were some way to comfort her, but I knew that I dare not mention it. She would die of embarrassment.
Over the next few days I pondered what had happened and wondered if there was anything I should do before deciding that it wasn't my problem. I hadn't initiated anything or participated in an way other than to record something for myself that happened to include another person. Best to simply forget it and move on.
On the other hand, I couldn't help wondering if she ever did it again. This time I set up the camera to catch her. She had obviously not seen it the first time and probably never imagined that a video camera would work in such low light conditions. Mine advertised that it would work by starlight. Just in case she should look around, I concealed the camera in my bookcase and taped over the recording indicator light.
It was hard to wait until the following evening to replay the tape, but there wasn't time before classes. After dinner, I rewound the tape and fast forwarded all the way through without seeing anything other than a succession of woodys.
The following night was the same, and the night after that. Five nights went by with no action and I was on the verge of concluding that it had been a one-time fluke that I had just happened to catch. This conclusion was somewhat reassuring to me, as it fit more within the character that was my perception of my mother.
I decided to give it one more shot before putting the camera away. Since I wasn't really expecting anything, I was reading a book with one eye while the VCR sped through the tape and nearly missed it. In fact, I just happened to look up in time to see the door closing.
Paydirt! I unlimbered my prick and grabbed a handful of meat as the tape rewound to the door opening. I couldn't wait to watch my mom get off again and try to time myself to go with her. I still had the original tape and played it often, just to listen to her breathing as she got off.
My hand was halfway down on a long stroke when the tape got back to the point of the door opening. I was prepared to see my mom come in again, but the shock of seeing my sister entering my room in her little frilly nighty almost made me rake my fingernails across my balls.
You've got to understand now. Seeing my mom in that situation was so unreal that it was hard to fully accept the fact that it had happened. I didn't think of her as a sexual person, but my sister? Ah, that was an entirely different matter. I thought of my sister as a sexual person at all times.
How many times had I tried to find some way to sneak a peek at her body or any part thereof? How many times had I jerked off to the memory of some near miss down her blouse or up her skirt or some imagined crease in her bathing suit? My sister fueled most of my teenage fantasies. Now she was approaching the bed where I slept on my back, sporting an enormous erection. Her hand was in the same position where Mom's hand had been.
Was this some sort of conspiracy? Had they colluded in some manner for some obscure reason or was it simply the fact that they were very similar in many ways and had apparently made the same decision regarding me, only days apart?
My hand fairly flew over my bursting rod as I watched to see whether she would go as far as Mom, or even further.
Julie seemed to lack the hesitancy that Mom had shown. She had her hand on her pussy when she came in the door and didn't hesitate at all as she came up to the bed. Maybe this wasn't her first visit. Apparently not, as she seemed to immediately settle into a familiar position beside the bed. It took a while in the poor lighting to realize that she had a dildo stuck in her pussy and was slipping it in and out while thumbing her clit. She used her other hand to waft breezes across my hard-on, to give it just enough stimulation to keep it aroused.
I came hard as I reached this realization. My senses were close to overload as I kept pounding away on a rod that hadn't thought about shrinking after only one load of cum. How I wished that there had been more light! I was going to have to find some way to provide more illumination. I had to see more detail! (Assuming that this would ever happen again.)
After Julie finished cumming, she bent over the bed toward my sleeping prick, but it was a very mixed blessing. Her body hid the exact extent of her contact with my private parts, if any, but I got a very clear beaver shot! This one was definitely going into my permanent collection of jack-off material. I immediately christened it with another blast that came all the way from my socks.
Wow! I sat there stunned as the tape played out, trying to come to terms with my new information on the actual sexual attitudes of those with whom I shared a house, as opposed to the professed attitudes they presented at all other times. Wow! What did this mean to me in the great scheme of life? Would I be able to parlay any of this knowledge into an actual piece of ass somewhere down the line? Was there any way to find out what a blow job felt like? I was nearly crazy with curiosity, with no way to fill in the blanks.
One thing occurred to me right away. As much as I had enjoyed the taped action, it couldn't possibly match the real thing. Somehow, I had to either be able to stay awake until one of them came back or I had to find some way to wake up. If I stayed awake, how would I be able to fake the snoring sounds? Try as I might, I couldn't find any way to make them deliberately. There was a sort of whistle that started somewhere in the back of my throat that I didn't consciously know how to manipulate.
Then I realized that I had a very good recording of the actual sounds. All I had to do was to play back one of the tapes until somebody came in my room. I could rig up a switch on the door to cut off the VCR when it opened and they were accustomed to the sound stopping suddenly, so that should work. Now all I had to do was to be awake.
I ran the tape back to the start and checked the actual time that both visitors had come in. Oddly, they were only a minute or so apart and both were near one AM. So, my plan was to sleep naturally until about 12:30, then turn on the tape to provide sound effects as I waited. I would give them an hour, then turn off the tape and go back to sleep. If they came at some other time, I would catch it on tape, so all I had to lose was an hour's sleep.
I turned in early that night, claiming fatigue. Mom and Julie were still watching some silly soap opera that they seemed to enjoy and paid little attention to me.
My little beep alarm roused me at 12:30 and I waited an hour without too much hope. I already knew they didn't come in on a regular basis.
As before, it was about the fifth night before my plan paid off and all my effort and planning paid off.
I heard the soft click as the VCR turned off and I closed my eyes all the way as the light footsteps crossed the room. Who would it be? Mom or Julie? At this stage, I wasn't sure if it mattered, but the reality that it was one of them reinforced the wooden structure in my lap. One arm was thrown across my eyes as it had been on the previous tape, so I knew they wouldn't think anything odd about that, and it gave me a method of concealing my eyes so I could watch them clearly.
It was Julie! Wow! My prick gave another lurch as she settled next to me and began rubbing her cunt. As before, she lightly wafted a breeze across my balls.
The idea that she was right there, within breathing distance, staring at my prick as a sexual stimulant was all it took to push my button. My balls backed up into my belly before blowing a huge wad of cum right in her face. It was the first time I could ever remember cumming without touching myself, but I had come close several times and figured it was possible if I had enough inspiration and I certainly had enough that night.
Before I could cut loose with another shot, Julie's mouth wrapped around the head of my cannon. I have no idea whether she did it to prevent a mess that would be hard to explain in the morning or whether she simply wanted to swallow my cum, but she sucked, I came, and there was no mess. From the gurgling sounds she made, she must have cum, too. I don't know what she thought she might say if I woke up, but I avoided that moment by continuing to pretend and simply grunted and rolled over when I finished- just like men are supposed to do, right?
I tried to see any indication in Julie's actions the next day, but she may as well have been sleepwalking, with no memory of what she had done, for all the notice she made. I was almost convinced that this was the case until that night.
I almost didn't bother with the whole, elaborate, setup the next evening. She never came two nights in a row, or any more often than every five or six days, according to my previous data. Why bother waking up for an hour when she wouldn't be coming. However, I was unwilling to take even the slightest chance that I would miss something.
I was certainly glad I hadn't written her off. She must have liked her taste of cum enough to modify her schedule. My door opened promptly at one o'clock and she quickly took her place beside my bed. John Thomas just as quickly sprang to full attention and waited for her to begin the beguine. To my delight and utter astonishment, she immediately clamped her lips over the head of my dick and began to hum. I couldn't see her hands because they were below the bed, but her arms were moving rapidly.
In less time than it takes to tell, my roger became very, very jolly. It might not have been a sixteen gun salute, but it certainly took all the starch out of me. As soon as my glands were drained, I rolled over and she left. I opened one eye just before the door closed and realized that it hadn't been Julie after all. At least it was Mom's robe I saw going through the doorway. It was either Mom or Julie had borrowed her robe and I never had known her to do that.
My mind was in a tizzy. The only way it could come to terms with what had happened was for Mom and Julie to be in on this together. That would explain a lot of things, like the fact that they both did the same thing at the same time of night. Also, the fact that Mom appeared to lose all reticence the next night after Julie must have reported to her that I could provide a mouthful of cum without waking up.
Was everybody in the house in on this sex stuff except me? Huh? How come I wasn't allowed in on these things? I decided to find out some things.
Setting up the camera in Mom's bedroom was a snap. The only tricky part was rigging a motion detector to turn the camera on for a few minutes every time something moved. If anything was going on in there, I would find out soon.
The first few nights, all I got were scenes of Mom undressing and getting ready for bed. She never got completely naked in the bedroom. She apparently kept her nightgown in the bathroom and changed into it when she went in to wash up. This was just as well because I wasn't really trying to invade her privacy, I just wanted to find out what with going on with regard to me and my relationship with the women in the house. After all, both of them had swallowed a mouthful of my cum at this point and I needed to know the story.
I was getting quite good at this business of reviewing tapes. With the motion sensor, the tapes were usually very short. After Mom went to bed, the only action was an occasional turnover, followed by her throwing back the covers and stretching before disappearing back into the bathroom the next morning.
Again, it was several nights before anything happened. I had developed a bit of patience in the process of this investigation or else I would have given up long before, without learning anything.
My senses went on full alert when I saw Julie enter Mom's bedroom in her baby doll nighty. The lights were on, so it was plain that she wasn't wearing the bottoms, giving me my first good look at my sister's delicious ass, as well as glimpses of her beautiful tits.
Mom was reading when Julie entered. She smiled and threw back the covers, inviting Julie to join her.
I had the presence of mind to turn down the volume before they started speaking, to prevent their voices from blaring all over the house. That wouldn't be good at all.
"Hi Mom. Whatcha reading?"
"Oh, nothing. How are you?"
"I'm fine. I just can't forget how much I liked the taste of Jeremy's cum. I can't wait to do it again. It makes my cunt all tingly just to think about it." She threw back the covers and began rubbing the hell out of something I had been wanting to see for a long time. I stroked right along with her.
"Do you think Jeremy suspects anything?"
"How could he? That stuff you give him would knock out a horse. I'm just glad it doesn't keep him from getting those beautiful woodys. He really surprised me that first time he came in my face. I didn't think it would be possible while he was asleep."
"You've never heard of wet dreams?"
"I guess you're right. Still, it's exciting to be able to make him cum in his sleep like that."
This was getting better and better. Mom was giving me something to make me sleep and Julie was excited about making me cum? I came right then, in her honor. It didn't hurt a bit that she and Mom started kissing at about that time. In fact, it felt like my balls sort of double-clutched and starting cumming again on top of the cum that was already flowing out of my balls.
I watched, spellbound, as Julie's lips went from Mom's lips to her big tits and on down to what had up till now only been a theoretical junction between Mom's thighs. Julie was eating my mom's pussy. Holy shit! My mind was dizzy with the effort of assimilating all this new data. My prick was hurting with the effort of staying rock hard for so long and my balls were aching for obvious reasons. Still, I persevered.
I had only cum twice and I was a healthy young stud, but I tried to pace myself a little so I could be sure of making it all the way through their mini-orgy.
Mom had shucked her nightgown by this time, giving me my first good look at her body, which was surprisingly sexy, given my previous image of her as someone who was unaware of sex. Julie's naked body was all that I had ever hoped for. Lithe and lanky, with wonderful swoops and swirls and bumps in all the right places and the most beautiful pussy on earth. At least I imagined that it must be, considering the fact that the two pussies I could see were the sum total of my experience.
Mom had swung Julie around into what I later learned was called the "69" position, which pointed her cunt directly at the camera.
Well, there was no point in saving myself for anything better than this, so I blew my third wad into my towel. Julie's pussy was all I had ever hoped it might be. The fact that it was dripping wet and swollen was enhanced by the sight of Mom's face buried in it. What the hell, I went ahead and blew my nuts again. If I died from excessive orgasms, at least I would go out happy.
When they wound down and Julie went back to her room, I was almost relieved. As much as I had enjoyed this totally surprising turn of events, I had put everything I had into it and only wanted to sleep at this point, to recover my strength.
It was only later that I began trying to put it all together. If Mom was putting something in my food to make me sleep, why was it fairly easy for me to wake up to my alarm? It must be because I already knew that I had very low sensitivity to painkillers of all sorts. None of the normal stuff had much effect on me. When the dentist had given me sodium pentathol, the famous "truth serum", it hadn't knocked me out. That must explain it, I thought.
The most exciting thing I had learned was what Julie had said as she left Mom's room. "Why don't you give him an extra dose tonight, Mom? I want to see if I can fuck him."
Mom's words had left me even more excited. "If it works, I'll try it, too."
How was I possibly going to build up enough steam to get ready for my first piece of ass, so soon after completely draining my balls? Julie's recorded words had been said last night. My balls had been drained when I watched the playback this morning. Would I be able to perform? It would be a disaster if I couldn't get it up for my first ever opportunity to see first-hand what it was all about. I'll bet Julie's cunt was hot and wet and tight and would simply drive me out of my fucking mind when she slid that thing down my... Wait a minute, what was I worried about? I was already holding a tremendous hard-on, just thinking about it. Bring it on, Sis! Do your worst. I can handle it!
At dinner that evening, I tried to guess which food or drink Mom might have spiked. She was a nurse, so she had access to all kinds of things and a good knowledge of what should work on me. She just failed to recognize my lack of sensitivity to them. For that matter, I have never met a doctor who believed me when I told him of my condition. They simply dismiss what I tell them as nonsense and continue as planned.
At any rate, I tried to eat and drink as little as I thought I could get away with. It would be a catastrophe if I wasn't able to wake up and missed out on my first fuck.
However, that's exactly what happened. I don't know what she used, but whatever it was knocked me out cold until the following morning. Luckily, I had set the camera up again because I wanted a record of my defloration.
I woke and realized that I had missed it all. "Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!", I spat as I ran for the shower. Not only had I missed out on everything, but I was already late for school and wouldn't have time to watch the tape until that afternoon.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" was all I could say for most of the day. I was at my classes, but I certainly didn't get anything out of them. My entire attention was centered on getting home, rewinding that tape, grabbing a handful of meat and waiting to watch my first fuck.
The first surprise came when Julie and Mom came in together. Both were already naked and had obviously been warming each other up. Perhaps they needed a little extra incentive to make themselves go through with it. Whatever. As long as I got mine, why should I care?
Before they came in, a hand had reached inside the door and flicked my overhead light on and off a few times to see if it would rouse me.
When they saw that I failed to respond, Julie didn't waste any time. She went directly to the object of her lust. It had been lying softly across my thigh when she grabbed it, but immediately rose to the occasion. Mom flicked the light back on so she could see better, which I greatly appreciated. It made my keepsake tape a lot more easy to view, with great detail.
Julie popped the head in her mouth and started humming. Her long fingers were tickling my balls as she bobbed up and down.
I slept through that? What the hell had she given me? Whatever it was, I needed to know so I could tell the dentist the next time he had to do something awful in my mouth.
Julie apparently decided I was stiff enough and she was wet enough. She straddled my thighs and began to lower herself onto me. Mom helped by holding Julie's cunt lips apart and guiding me to the sweet spot.
Oh yes! I watched, entranced, as my swollen prick disappeared into my sexy sister's beautiful twat. Inch by careful inch, she descended until she sat triumphantly on my belly with the entire length swallowed inside her.
Mom sat beside us on the bed and tickled Julie's clit while she sucked on her nipples.
Julie sat for a moment before rising a few inches and falling back. "Oh Mom. It feels so good! The boys I've fucked before didn't feel half this good."
"Perhaps it's because you are completely in control, dear. What you do and how you do it is entirely up to you. Jeremy's penis is only a tool for you to use as you like. Just like the vibrators I gave you. Do you see how much better sex is when the woman is in complete control?"
So, that was it, huh? It was all about control. Mom wasn't against sex. She was only against man-controlled sex. Ok. For the moment, I could accept that. Perhaps later things would change, but for now they were moving along faster than I ever imagined they might.
My worries about non-performance had been pointless as it turned out. Julie's face got all scrunched up and her nipples jutted out even more as she increased the pace of her fucking herself.
"Mom! It's working! He's cumming! I can feel it inside me! It feels so great!
Well, that answered that question. I was the only one who could be absolutely certain that I was asleep at that time, and I had no memory of it at all. What a shame! However, as I reminded myself while pumping out another hot load, there were bound to be more opportunities if Julie thought it felt as good as she was saying.
Mom pulled Julie off me and went down on me to suck the last drops and clean me off. Then she straddled me as Julie had done and lowered her only slightly looser cunt down my somnolent flagpole.
Julie repeated the treatment on Mom that she had received when she was fucking me. Mom must have liked it from the way she bounced around.
"Is this the first time you've been fucked since Daddy left?"
"Unh huh. I wasn't willing to bring anyone else into the house or in my heart, for that matter. I could probably never bring myself to do this if Jeremy were awake, either. While he is asleep, I can think of him as a big warm dildo, like I told you to do. I'm not fucking my son, I'm only using part of him to masturbate. At least that's what I can tell myself for now. Maybe later I'll come to terms with it, but for now it's better if he is asleep."
She stopped talking and sort of went into overdrive, slamming herself to the root, to get the maximum penetration. She adjusted herself a bit to make her son's prick reach the exact spot she needed to scratch and kept whamming away until her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed limply across my sleeping body.
I was cumming again as I watched my mom achieve such pleasure by using me. If that's what she needed, then why should I complain? Even if I hadn't experienced all the sensations first hand, at least I could never say I hadn't been fucked.
When she lifted off me, I saw that she had made me cum again and watched as my mother and sister took turns licking my cum from my cock and balls. They left the room, arm in arm, no doubt heading for Mom's bed to finish the night together.
I sat limply, with my dick hanging limply between my legs as I contemplated my future. Perhaps the reason for my sleeping so soundly throughout the festivities was due more to the fact that I had been extremely tired. But no, that would only explain my sleeping through the alarm, not my sleeping through my loss of virginity. Whatever she had given me had really been potent.
When I got home from classes, I had a couple of hours before anyone else came home, so I searched Mom's medicine cabinet thoroughly and wrote down the names of all the drugs I didn't recognize. There were two or three I had never heard of, so I looked them up on the 'net. Sure enough, one of them was described as an extremely powerful narcotic, to be used with extreme caution.
The prescription was for 30 capsules and there were 29 in the bottle, which made it fairly certain that she had only given me one capsule. I emptied the contents of the top four or five of them into a baggie and replaced the level with something from the kitchen that looked the same through the capsule wall. The next time she "drugged" me I would be able to experience it all.
I didn't have long to wait this time. I still had no way to know when she was going to dope me, so I was ready every night. Still, I was sort of relieved when they didn't come that night. My poor bruised balls needed a little rest If I hoped to enjoy my first fully aware taste of pussy.
On the second night, I was awake and waiting impatiently when the light flicked on and off. Luckily I knew what to expect so it didn't startle me. My dick had been ready for a long time and was standing clear of my belly as they approached the bed.
"Look, Mom. He's already hard. Do you want to go first this time?"
"Ok. Guide him in for me."
All my notions about what it would feel like went right out the door at the first contact of those full, hot lips. I almost came right then, but managed to hold off by gritting my teeth.
Mom slid right on down until she bottomed out.
I was in ecstasy! All the anticipation and self foreplay already had me on the edge. When her warm glove grasped me the first time, I responded with a shot across her bow. So much for holding out. Maybe I could hold out longer for Julie, but I wouldn't have bet on it at that point.
"Oh my. Jeremy is cumming already. You don't suppose he is awake, do you?"
"Want me to pinch him?"
"No. If he isn't awake, there's no reason to force him awake to find his dick lodged to the roots in his mother's pussy. Let's just continue. I don't think there is any possibility that he could have stayed awake after what I gave him."
When Mom finished with me, Julie cleaned me off with her cunt right in my face. Perhaps she was testing to see if I would admit being awake. Perhaps it was simply the most comfortable position to do what she was doing. Perhaps she simply liked the idea of pushing her squishy cunt in my face. It made no difference to me. All I knew was that I was getting my first chance to examine one of those things up close and personal. I wanted to see what it tasted like, but had to be content with simply breathing the fumes.
Julie got another mouthful of cum in response to her sucking and grinding her cunt on my chin. While I was still spurting, she jumped up and slammed her full weight on my prick, impaling herself completely in one thrust.
I just kept on cumming.
The next morning, I could tell that both of them were watching me very closely for any sign that I had known or suspected what had gone on the night before. I played it cool.
"Are you feeling all right this morning, Jeremy?" Mom was pushing it a little.
"I'm fine, Mom. I just had this crazy dream last night and I'm feeling a little tired, but I'm ok." I went back to my breakfast.
"What sort of dream, Jeremy?", Julie chimed in.
"I don't really remember it very clearly. There were a bunch of people doing things but the harder I try to remember, the more it goes away. It was a crazy dream, anyway. Nothing like that would ever happen in real life."
"Yeah. Dreams are funny like that." Julie seemed relieved that at least I didn't remember anything well enough to think it might be true. Who cared what I imagined or dreamed? It was probably the same shit I had always fantasized about. If I told anyone, they wouldn't believe me anyhow. They would think I was making it up or simply describing a wet dream.
Mom tousled my hair and went upstairs to get ready for work. I whipped out my prong and jerked myself off in the breakfast nook as I replayed the events of the previous night in my mind. I left a rope of cum lying in my plate and wondered if whoever washed the dishes would notice. Then I realized that it was my turn to load the dishwasher.
Two or three times a week, Julie and Mom would fuck me dry. I think they sort of quit worrying about whether or not I was actually asleep as the novelty wore off and their sense of danger at being discovered was dissipated.
They became less and less careful of the way they dressed, or didn't, around me. After all, I might or might not have already seen everything, anyway. In the mornings, Mom would be in her robe and it wasn't always belted as tight as it used to be. Julie quit wearing her robe over her baby dolls and eventually quit bothering to put the bottoms on before coming downstairs.
I pretended not to notice. Perhaps they were so accustomed to doing with me as they might during the night that they were beginning to believe that I wasn't aware of anything they did. I played along by pretending to ignore anything they did.
It got to the point where Julie would come up behind Mom at the sink and reach around her to grab her full tits through the gap in her loosely hanging robe. Mom would moan and turn her head back to accept a kiss. She would push her ass back against Julie as if she wished it were me playing with her tits and that I was fucking her over the sink. I continued the game by totally ignoring them.
Now I began to make use of the sleeping pills I had exchanged for inert ingredients. I would give each of them a capsule in their food, whenever it was my turn at kitchen duty.
The first time I put them out, I had a tremendous sense of power over them. Perhaps this is what turned them on so thoroughly when drugging me. I had to drug them both or else I might be disturbed in the middle of something. I would have preferred to do one at a time, to get the maximum pleasure from more leisurely discovery. However, I could still do that by letting one of them simply lie there while I enjoyed the other.
It was very exciting to experience the feeling of being able to do anything at all that I wanted to do with two beautiful women. I posed them in all sorts of lewd positions and took picture after picture for my collection. I set up a mirror and took shots of me fucking my sister's mouth and my mother's ass.
It was great in a way, but I soon realized that this wasn't what I wanted. Their enthusiastic participation was what I needed. Anything else was simply immature experimentation.
Meanwhile, their guard was dropping lower and lower around me. Had they truly convinced themselves that they were invisible to me? One morning, Julie actually sat in a chair a few feet away from me and pulled Mom's face into her steamy cunt, then pulled Mom's robe up over her ass to show me everything a young boy could hope to see. I sat motionless, without expression and pretended not to see them until something snapped in me.
Enough! That was too fucking much. If I allowed this activity to continue, our relationship might be permanently damaged, if it wasn't already so.
I stood, dropped my pants, knelt behind Mom and slammed my prick all the way up her exposed cunt.
Julie and Mom reacted as if a ghost had entered the room. Both of them froze in place, not daring to speak as I began to plow into Mom's back forty.
"Take off your nighty, Julie. I want to see your tits. Take off Mom's robe, too. I want you both naked." I hammered away in the knowledge that this was my first real fuck. Everything else had been some sort of one sided masturbation.
"Ok. Here it cums. Brace yourself Mom. I'm going to blow your doors off." I shivered and shuddered and sweated as my body released enough liquid to float a barge.
Neither of them said a word or did anything to stop me, but they didn't jump up and suggest that we start an orgy, either. They simply waited until I was finished and resumed their normal morning activities.
This was my morning, again, for kitchen duty and I pondered what had transpired as I cleaned up the kitchen without bothering to put my pants back on. Where would all this lead to? Would we be a freely fucking family now?
I got my answer as soon as I walked in the house that evening. I had stayed late at school for basketball practice and was worn out with no plans for any sort of games. I already had all the tapes and pictures that I would need, so I had stopped setting up the camera or elaborate VCR arrangements. All I wanted was a good meal and a good night's sleep. Sex could wait. I never thought I would think that, but I had actually been satiated for once in my life.
No sooner had I cleared the front door than a garbage bag was thrown over my head and a rope wound around my waist.
"What's going on?", I yelled as I was led across the floor and tied to a chair in the kitchen.
"Can you breathe ok?", my mom asked.
"Yeah, I can breathe. Why are you doing this?"
"We simply can't have you acting as if you are in charge around here. You will do as I say if you want to live here. Understood?" She was almost screaming.
"Ok, ok. Now let me go."
"You're not going anywhere until I decide you will. Take his clothes off, Julie."
Once more I was on the weak side of a control situation, which is the only place Mom could tolerate having me. I had underestimated her need. It felt a little scary, but I already knew the extent of what they did to me when they thought I was helpless, so I relaxed and went along with them.
"Ok. I understand, but I'm very hungry. Why don't you take off the bag and give me something to eat? I won't try to stop you or interfere with you in an way."
"Hah! You can't stop us. You are under my absolute control and I will do whatever I like with you."
"Yes, Mom." Wow! Was she actually going bananas on us? Had she always been like this but we just didn't realize it?
However, she did relent enough to let Julie untie me and remove the bag. She also insisted that I take off all my clothes, which was ok with me. I ate naked while they were fully clothed. No problem, but I was going to keep a very close eye on Mom in case she went further off the deep end
When we finished eating, Mom had Julie tie me up again and both of them stripped.
"Is Momma's little boy horny?", she asked as she stroked my rapidly lengthening prick. Julie was walking around me, rubbing her tits into my shoulders and my back as she stroked her cunt.
Mom swallowed my rod to the hilt. Where did she learn that? Maybe they teach that in nurse's school? The fingers she was tickling my balls with were driving me crazy, then she wet one and slid it up my ass. Now there was a new experience! She got what she wanted with that one and swallowed as fast as she could.Julie stood beside the chair with her slick cunt next to my mouth, offering me my first chance to try eating a little pussy when we were both supposed to be awake. Actually, it was more of a demand, but why quibble?
I learned that I loved the taste of pussy and that Julie loved the way I tasted it. On the off chance that she would enjoy it as much as I had, I ran a finger up her ass, as Mom had done to me. Apparently, she shared my enjoyment.
"Let me fuck him now, Mom. You're going to like the way he eats pussy. I guarantee it."
Julie climbed on board and began a long slow fuck that lasted through two or three Momgasms. If it meant that we could do this shit on a regular basis as long as I was willing to be tied down, then it was ok with me. If my mom had gone slightly nuts and couldn't face the world head on, then who else could help protect her better from things she couldn't deal with than her own children?
Mom and Julie slept together openly after that. Whenever I was horny, all I had to do was to bring them a rope. We continued like that until I went away to college and took a job out of state following graduation.
Mom and Julie stayed together from then on. Julie took classes at the local junior college to be able to qualify for a job she enjoyed and did well. She was content to stay with Mom and care for her as long as she was needed. I visited as often as I could manage it. I was married now and lived a long way from them, but tried to get there at least once or twice a year.
Although my wife never understood why, I always went alone.
And I always brought a rope.