Three Generations, One Bed

In my wet dreams I would just pump away like a piston. The goal had always been to cum as fast as I possibly could. I had never before imagined there might be a better way.

Mom definitely has a better way.

With agonizingly slow ritual, my mother rose and fell on my iron pole. At the top of her stroke, she would pause for a moment and then sink down, absorbing my shaft back into her tight, hot, eager pussy.

After a few moments, she reached down, grabbed my hands, and placed them on her fantastic breasts. I massaged them gently. She loved that, but still playing teacher, she put her hands on the backs of mine and squeezed them, signalling that she wanted me to massage her tits harder. I did and she seemed to swoon, throwing her head back and looking briefly at the ceiling. Then she put her fingers on my thumbs and forefingers and taught me exactly how to massage her nipples for her maximum pleasure. When I got that right, she moaned softly. Her eyes went glassy and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. But she never varied from the pace of raising and lowering her body on my shaft.

She was fully in control and it was so incredibly sexy.

One time I tried to thrust upwards, in the belief she'd love the stimulation. Of course I wanted it too as I was getting close. Fuck I was getting antsy. I really, really wanted to cum again inside my mother's oh-so-skilled velvety pussy.

But when I thrust upward, her eyes flashed open and she rose high off my shaft and let it fall onto my stomach.

"No," she said simply. It was enough.

Seeing my compliance, Mom raised herself back over my pole and sucked it back into her body to recommence fucking me slowly and sensuously.

Every now and then, she'd grab two of my fingers and my thumb and suck them into her mouth. She'd play with them for a few seconds with her tongue (that nearly made me cum), then she'd pull them out, soaking with her saliva. Then she'd draw my hand to her clit and show me how to gently swirl my wet digits around and around to keep her right on the edge of orgasm.

But not over.

On and on and on we fucked. It was magical to see my cock emerge from my mother's soaking pussy only to sink back in, over and over and over and over.

We'd been fucking for about thirty minutes, I'd guess. It was incredible to think I could be inside a spectacularly beautiful woman's pussy for so long without cumming. She was an amazing teacher. And I realized I had so much more to learn.

Mom was in a trance. She seemed to be in another world. A world she had drawn me into. A world of lust, and desire. A world where your every fiber, every nerve ending is electric, right on the edge of spasming into a mind-blowing orgasm. And I was on the brink of joining her.

And then, she opened her eyes and looked at me. "I'm ready to cum. I'm ready, I'm so ready to cum for you, lover." She beckoned me with her hands to raise up a bit. She put her two hands behind my head and pulled my mouth to one of her nipples. "Gently," she said.

I began to suck as gently as I could manage while she held the back of my head.

"Tongue."

I licked her nipple and slid it around and around her hard, erect nipple. Then I moved to the other breast and did the same while massaging the first one with my thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, yes, yes that's good. Oh yes, lover, yes," she breathed above me. "You do that and you'll make me cum. Mmmmmmmmm."

Suddenly, she pushed me off her breast and back down on the pillow. She fell prone atop of me and we made out, passionately French kissing. We were both so, so close. She lay fully atop of me and closed her legs around my shaft, crossing them at her knees to squeeze my cock in a vise grip, deep inside her pussy. She slid her fingers between us and begin the massage her clit while she waggled her ass side to side, hard, harder, then while kissing me, she squeezed her legs with awesome pressure then stroked my dick deep, deep inside of her. It was just a stroke of an inch or two but it was enough.

It's a goal we all dream about. A wonderful, sexy goal. For a man and a woman to cum together violently. My Mom, my sex teacher, she did it. We did it. Twice.

The pressure in the base of my cock was unstoppable. That final hard waggle of her hips coupled with a pulsed vise grip of her legs did it. I came in a massive, spurting, mind-altering orgasm. Now I was allowed to thrust and boy did I! Heaving and driving her hard. She loved that. She squeezed her thighs even tighter together. She put her hands under my arm pits and drove her cunt down hard onto my cock, repeating it over and over and over. Pounding me. Relentlessly. Ruthlessly pounding her cunt on my pulsing, spasming cock.

And then she came. She was a violent, bouncing, wild thing above me. Her face was consumed with lust as she fell to my face and we kissed as she came. Her mouth went wide, her tongue slipped between her lips and she cried out in utter ecstasy.

Remembering herself, she clamped a hand to her mouth, then put her hands on my chest, and cycled her hips up and down my shaft. Together we pumped my spurting, spasming cock inside of her roiling cunt as fast and as hard as we could. Her arms and legs drove the action even harder, tightening her crossed legs around my cock, friction and pressure being the goal, and together we squeezed and pumped and shook into each other's writhing, cumming bodies.

On and on and on we came. Locked together as we were, we rolled around the bed, she on top, then me. And back to her. She kept her mouth on mine and thrust her tongue between my lips, where I sucked on it violently. I put my hands on her firm ass and pulled myself deeper, deeper inside of her as I came, my goal to drive my dick right through her and out the other side.

Never in my short adolescent life have I cum like that.

As I came down from the stunning orgasm, my mother lying on top of me, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Her breathing began to calm but her breasts continued to heave on my chest. She put her head on my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck.

She was purring.

Purring!

After several minutes of basking in the after glow of our massive orgasms, Mom raised her head, crossed her forearms across my chest and propped herself on her elbows. She looked at me. Our noses were touching and she was smiling.

"That, my love, was fantastic."

High praise from such an experienced, gorgeous woman.

"Mom, I don't know what to say. I never knew it could be like this. I never knew."

She kissed me sweetly. "Now you know, lover. And I still have so much more to teach you."

"Mom, you've taught me how to eat pussy. You've taught me how to fuck, how to cum together, how to make me a great lover. What more could you possibly have to teach me?"

She smiled again. "Just hearing you ask that question confirms the answer. Yes, there is so much more. So much more."

"Are you going to show me?" Please Mom, please, please, please say yes.

"Another time," she said simply. My heart soared. "For so long now I've felt an awful guilt that I never brought a man into your life, someone to teach you how a man should be with a woman. Perhaps I've been selfish, not wanting another man in our family. I've had so much terrible luck with men. I just couldn't face having a new man in my bed for the rest of my life. Call that selfish, call it whatever you like. But that was my decision.

"But now, I have to go."

"Can't you stay? Can't we sleep in each other's arms? I want to wake up beside you."

She rose off of me to let my softened cock slurp out of her vagina. Then she rolled off of my body and sat on the side of the bed. First she retrieved her panties and put them on. Then she picked up the corset, wrapped it around her body, and began to fasten it.

"No Pete. You know I can't. If your sisters found out, that would be awful. You know this."

Yes, I did. That didn't make our parting any easier.

"OK, Mom. I understand."

She bent down and kissed me. "I love you, Pete."

"I love you, Mom. I'm so glad you came here tonight."

"Me too. I'll see you again." I knew she didn't mean for breakfast. She turned and walked out of my bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.

I collapsed back into my bed. What a night! Sucked on by one of my stepsisters, face sat by the other, deep kissing with my older sister, and then hours and hours of sex with my mother that transcended anything I'd ever believed possible.

Suddenly, this household had got a LOT more interesting.

Exhausted, I fell asleep. I had a weird dream about being gang raped in a private train car by my entire family. When I awoke the next morning, I had a raging hard on.

~~~

I went downstairs to find something for breakfast. I was ravenous.

Everyone was in the kitchen.

Mom was sitting in the built-in dining nook. She was dressed in yoga pants and a blue tank top covered with a warmup jacket zipped at the bottom. The jacket was open enough so I could get a nice view of her gorgeous cleavage under that skin-tight tank. I thought about how only a few hours ago, my face was buried in those perfect 36 double EE's (I'd checked her bra size a long time ago).

I tried to make eye contact with Mom, but other than smiling at me in greeting, neither her face nor her manner betrayed a hint of our night of passion and fucking.

Jen too was the same old Jen. But she would not make any sort of eye contact with me. I didn't want her to feel ashamed of last night, so I resolved to talk to her about that later.

Chrysta was sitting on a long bench against the wall. She looked at me brightly and gave me a secret wink. I sat beside her with my coffee and I couldn't help noticing that she edged an inch or two closer to me. Beth, wearing her typical two-sizes-too-small tank top, was getting some cereal. When she had it, she came and sat beside me on the bench, so that I was between my two stepsisters. Beth never made eye contact. I wondered if she was turned off completely by my weak attempt at pleasuring her pussy last night.

Being surrounded by so many gorgeous women, each of whom I'd had some form of intimate relation with last night, affected me in a pretty demonstrable way.

My monster boner was outlined in my pants. Only Chrysta, who was leaned back against the wall, noticed it. When I reached forward for the morning newspaper, Chrysta's hand closed around my shaft, outside my pants. I started to look at her, but she said something quick, like 'What's the headline?' and I knew she wanted to keep her grip on me a secret between the two of us.

"Well," Jen said. "I've got calls to make. I'm going upstairs."

"OK," Mom said. "Take a break this afternoon honey. It's Saturday."

Jen nodded and left the room.

"Kids, I'm going out for my run." Mom stood and headed to the door. I really enjoyed the sight of her perfect bum framed in skin-tight yoga pants as she stepped outside and closed the door. Chrysta must have noticed me staring because her nails did a frantic scratching on my shaft. I looked at her in alarm.

But on my other side, Beth hugged my arm and leaned into me. "Little brother, we've got to talk. Chryssie, stop that for a minute."

Chrysta immediately stopped scratching my cock. She withdrew her hand and clasped both of them in front of her on the table.

"So Pete," Beth started. "Last night we were a little drunk. OK? It was fun, I admit, especially the part where we had you pinned."

Chrysta giggled. "Yeah, that was fun."

"But that's it. We've talked about this. We're not doing that again with you."

"Do you feel guilty, Beth?" I asked. "Because you shouldn't. First of all, I wouldn't..."

"Doesn't matter," Beth said. "Hey Chryssie, lemme talk to Pete alone for a minute, OK?"

Chrysta looked daggers at Beth for a quick second, but said "OK, sure. I'll be up in my room." She put her hands down and gave my cock a squeeze under the table. She slid out of the booth and left the kitchen. I admired her long, sexy legs as she left the room.

Beth turned towards me and leaned on the table. Her stunning cleavage hung way out in front. Her nipples stood erect and strong through the fabric. It was hard to concentrate, and far harder not to look.

"Pete, seriously. I can't ever do that with you again. And I don't want you to try, OK?"

"OK Beth, I totally get it. But what's the problem? Is it because I was so terrible?"

"No. Well, OK you weren't great. You have no idea how a woman's body works, do you?"

"I'm beginning to get an idea." A lot of ideas.

"I'm sure. But no. The main reason is that...OK. I'm going to tell you a secret. Just between us, OK? OK?"

"Yes, sure," I said. I was intrigued.

"To be really honest Petey, I'm a virgin."

Now that was not what I was expecting. "I had no idea, Beth. OK, sure. I understand. You're saving yourself for marriage?"

"No. Not necessarily. It's just that, when my future husband asks me if I've slept with other men, I have to tell the truth. It would be one thing if I'd slept with a boyfriend. But if you and I had sex, that would be a very different conversation. It would seem creepy to an outsider. No, not to me, not to me, honestly. I do love you, Pete. So much. I think I actually could have sex with you. But you can see how someone on the outside would look at us doing it, can't you? I couldn't tell that story and not have it sound incestuous and ugly and creepy to someone who doesn't understand what we mean to each other. I can't start a marriage with a lie that big."

I could see the sincerity and pain in Beth's words. "I get it, Beth. I do. Look it's your decision. I have no say in the matter and that's fine with me. I'm disappointed, trust me," I looked pointedly at her tits and smiled, "but you have absolutely no obligation to me."

Beth looked relieved. Clearly she'd been agonizing over this conversation.

"Pete, I do love you. Thank you for understanding."

"Not a problem sis. I just wish I'd got a chance to fondle those fantastic knockers of yours first."

Beth laughed and punched my arm. "Yeah, they're pretty spectacular, aren't they?" She put her hands under her tits and pushed them up and out, towards me.

Fuck I wanted to fondle them. My boner grew. "Some guy is going to be a very lucky bugger."

Beth dropped her tits and threw her arms around my neck and kissed it. "Thanks honey. You're the best."

She slid out of the booth and went upstairs.

I decided to go to my room to take care of the massive hardon in my pants. I knew Beth's tits would be the prime subject of my fantasy. But remembering my mother's lesson from the night before, I resolved to make it last.

When I got to the third floor, I could hear Jen upstairs. Her home office is in her bedroom on the second floor, so I wondered why she was up there in Mom's studio. In any event, she wasn't working so I thought maybe I could go up there and talk to her about last night. I didn't know how she was feeling about that and I really wanted to clear the air in case she was embarrassed.

When I reached the fourth-floor landing, the door to the studio wasn't completely closed. I pushed it open. It was obvious that something was happening. The studio lights were on and the cameras were all set up. As the rest of the room came into view, on the bed was Jen.

I nearly had a heart attack.

She was wearing a pair of black hold up stockings, scarlet stilettos, a tiny bra top that barely covered her nipples, shoulder-length black lace opera gloves, and a ruby-studded choker. Her hair was down to her hips and spread across her body in a way that hid none of her considerable assets. Her body was perfect. As good as Mom's easily. Stunning breasts that the little bra top had pushed up into a mesmerizing display of womanhood. A tummy as flat as a dinner plate and long, lean, muscular legs that did the stockings every bit of justice. Her glasses were gone, of course, but she wore very flattering eye makeup and a fierce slash of brilliant red high-gloss lipstick on perfect bee-stung lips.

She was the sexiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on. I mean, fight-wars-over sexy and beautiful. I sprang a hard on in a flash.

Jen saw me out of the corner of her eye but she didn't react in any way.

She was playing for a camera. She held her breasts up and pushed her tongue between her glorious cleavage. She kissed towards the camera and smiled coquettishly. Then she reached over to the nightstand by the bed and picked up a small plastic device. It was a fancy looking vibrator with all kinds of appurtenances and stuff on it. Propping herself up on her knees, she began to discuss the merits of this particular model while she made insertion motions on the outside of her vagina. She discussed orgasm power and length in a matter-of-fact way. Once she put it in her mouth and pretended it was a vibrating cock to get a little humor into the story of the product.

She even pretended to insert it into her ass. She vibrated her body as if she had a monstrous electric dildo up there. Her gorgeous firm breasts jiggled and bounced as she played it. It was done in a sexy, funny way, definitely for an engaging bit of humor.

When she was done explaining pros, cons, and features of the dildo, she put her fingers down her panties and rotated them around as she explained how there are several ways to "take care of business" and this particular vibrator was a pretty good alternative to the finger swirl.

Then she put her assumedly soaking fingers into her mouth and puckered her lips around them and sucked while she slowly withdrew the fingers from her mouth.

"Mmmmm," Jen said. "Sometimes there's just no replacing a couple of reliable digits, but the Rabbitron is a pretty good start. Click the link below to get yours. Oh, I see here quite a number of comments about my stockings. On my next show, I'll tell you all about them.

"Don't forget to 'like' this video. Tell your friends! Toodles."

Jen clicked a button on the bed and the camera stopped. Instantly the smile disappeared from her face. She jumped off the bed and grabbed a coverup.

"Pete! What are you doing here? I'm working!"

I was in absolute awe. Jen, Wallflower Jen, my big sister, is an InstaVid star. She's the kind of girl men and boys lust over. They jerk off to videos like that. Those lips, that face, those incredible legs. And those magnificent tits. They rivaled Beth's and I never knew. Oh I knew she was big in the breast department. That's impossible to hide, even under bulky sweaters. But wow. She really had the goods and she knew how to flaunt them.

So unlike the sister I thought I knew.

"I'm sorry Jen. I am. I was downstairs...I just heard you...I just, I, oh Jen I can't believe how gorgeous you are. What's going on? You're an InstaVid girl?"

She smiled at that. "Yes. I'm one of their biggest. I have thirty-two million subscribers."

"Holy shit! Even Mom only gets about six million. Why didn't I know about this?"

"I'm very private, Pete. You know this."

Suddenly it all made sense. The baggy clothes, the giant glasses, the messy bun, no makeup. Working from home. No friends, no boyfriends certainly. Groceries delivered. With thirty-two million views on the most popular video social media site on the planet, she'd be recognized in a heartbeat the instant she got out the door.

The risk of being attacked was real. And how could she ever trust that a prospective boyfriend would see the real Jen and not be after the fantasy Jen?

No wonder she was so upset that her siblings are leaving the house soon. We're all she has.

Oh Jen.

I realized my entire relationship with Jen was dependent on what I said and did in this moment. I knew that I could not seem attracted to her. That seemed like it would be a deal breaker to her.