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Julius and Me (Part 7)

Kathryn M. Burke

The next morning I staggered downstairs, leaving Daddy to sleep it off. I found Mom in the kitchen, sipping a mug of coffee with a sort of goofy expression on her face.

I got some coffee for myself and sat down next to her.

She gave a start when I did that–it’s as if she hadn’t seen me come into the room. Her expression at once became troubled. I’m sure she knew what Dad and I had done in my bedroom. I tried to divert her attention.

“So, Mom,” I said, “how was it?”

“How was what, dear?” she said.

“How was it with Julius?” I said slowly, as if speaking to a slow-witted child.

“It was very nice,” she said demurely.

“Nice? Is that all you have to say?”

“Well, what do you want me to say?”

“I take it he gave you the full treatment.”

“You could say that.”

“How many times did he…?”

“Four.”

“He came four times? How about you?”

“More than that.” She blushed crimson at those words.

“Exactly where?”

“Everywhere. Every possible place.”

“You mean… pussy, mouth, and ass?”

“If you must put it that way.”

“I just wanted to be clear. You let him go ‘the back way’?”

“I figured I’d give it a try.”

“How was it?”

“The first time was pretty painful.”

“First time? Was there a second time?”

“Yes. That one went a lot better.”

“Glad to hear it. You were able to manage his… girth?”

“I managed. After all, you came out of one of those orifices once, and you were a lot bigger than that thing of his.”

“Yes, I suppose so. So it was a good experience?”

“He’s a wonderful lover.”

“He sure is.”

She had now reached the limit of her patience and changed the subject starkly.

“And your dad seems to be too,” she said acidly.

I had to grin at that. “You can say that again.”

A look of incomprehension came over her face. “But–but how…?”

“How did he pull it off? Why, that magic pill! I gave him one.”

“The pill! How did you get it?”

“Oh, I know some people. It worked like a charm, Mom. He really sprang to attention!”

“Sandra, don’t be so flippant. This is your father you’re talking about.” Then, in a frantic whisper: “He really went into you?”

“You bet, Mom.”

“God in heaven,” she breathed. If she’d been Catholic she probably would have crossed herself.

“Three times, I’ll have you know,” I went on smugly.

“Three times! He–he’s never done that with me, not even when he was younger.”

“Well, Mom, that pill works wonders.”

“How? I mean, where?”

“Twice in my pussy, once in my ass.”

“He went into your bottom?”

“Yes–and he loved it. I’m sure you’ll like it with him.”

She looked down at her hands. “I suppose I will.”

“A whole new dimension to your lovemaking.”

“You could say that.”

“Oh, just one thing I wanted to ask. Did Julius lick you?”

Her blush returned in full force. “Yes.”

“Where?”

“What do you mean, where?”

“Well, no doubt he licked your pussy. Did he lick you… anywhere else?”

It was several moments before Mom could bring herself to say, “Yes.”

“He did?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

She gave me a look of alarm, then covered her face in her hands. “God help me, I did!”

“Well, I like it too, Mom.”

She pulled her hands away from her face. “He–he does it to you too?”

“Oh, yes.”

“But you don’t do it to him, do you?”

“Oh, yes, I do.”

“You–you put your tongue in his…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word.

“Yup.”

She gave me a stern look. “Sandra Osborne, you are a naughty, naughty girl. You need to have your mouth washed out with soap.”

“Don’t worry, Mom, I do that myself.” And I let out a hearty guffaw.

It struck me as odd that my mother thought me “naughty” because I licked Julius’s ass rather than that I let Dad fuck me. Or maybe she thought this entire series of events made me naughty.

Speaking of the devils, our two men sauntered into the kitchen, jovial and elvankent escort bayanlar benevolent to all the world. They were only wearing underwear, and in both cases their cocks were visibly distorting their briefs. They could probably have poked us one more time each, but both were hungry and got down to making breakfast for us right away.

The rest of that day was very strange. Once again, everyone instinctively knew what would happen that night, even though nobody spoke of it. I myself had trouble believing that the four of us were actually going to do what was in our minds, but we all seemed to be driven by some kind of external force that would brook no objections. And so, when the evening passed and it was time for bed, I got up from the sofa in the living room, held out a hand to my mother (just as Julius had done the night before), and told her gently but bluntly, “Let’s go, Mom.”

She looked up at me with a timorous expression, then with a kind of melancholy resignation. I led her up to the master bedroom. That king-size bed had always seemed to me so immense, far larger than my parents needed.

But now, I realized, it would have to accommodate four people, not just two.

Without a word I began undressing, laying my clothes carefully on an easy chair. My mother watched me intently, then followed my lead.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her take off her dress, bra, and panties. She was naked in under a minute. So was I.

“Oh, Mom,” I whispered, “you’re beautiful.”

And she was. This was not simply some “well-preserved” middle-aged matron; this was a lusciously desirable female that a man of any age would count himself lucky to see and touch. Her breasts were firm and high, her hips flared temptingly, and there was still a thick tuft of fur over her delta. She may have been just a tad overweight, but the extra pounds were pleasingly distributed. And her bottom was smooth and curvy, just aching to be stroked by a man’s hand–or some other part of his body.

I approached her slowly and took her in my arms. I was an inch or two taller than her, and the feel of my breasts pressing up against hers was almost dizzying. I was rather glad I’d had some minimal experience at lesbian sex with Tricia, since otherwise I might have been intimidated at the thought of going down on my own mother. When I pasted my lips to her mouth, I felt her lips fluttering nervously, but eventually she kissed back, holding me around the waist and then daring herself to slide her hands down onto my bottom. I myself had already grabbed her derrière eagerly with my own hands, relishing their heft and rondure.

Our two men climbed the stairs afterward, and they gaped at the sight of two undraped women clutching and kissing each other in the middle of the room. They stripped immediately and engaged in a kind of group hug, Julius behind me and Dad behind Mom. Julius grabbed hold of my bottom while Dad reached around and took both of Mom’s breasts in his hands. Meanwhile I slid my hand down Mom’s front and tentatively fingered her sex, which I noticed was already pretty wet.

And then we all tumbled onto the bed.

As Mom and I lay down on our backs, the men paid homage to our pussies by licking them vigorously. Julius’s head was nestled between my legs, and Dad was crouching between Mom’s. It became clear to us that the guys wanted to bring us to climax first, perhaps as a way of putting us at our ease for what was to follow. A good idea! Mom and Dad couldn’t know that I’d done something like this before, but my parents certainly hadn’t; and Mom was clearly unnerved at the prospect of the intricate and multifaceted couplings that would occur over the next several hours.

Even as Julius stimulated me in his sure-fire way with lips and tongue, I peered over at my mother to see how she was reacting. I recalled how Tricia had become wild as a maenad when she was in the throes of sexual ecstasy, and it interested me to see that Mom was expressing herself in a far more ladylike manner. She was just letting out little catlike mews as she gazed wide-eyed at my Dad diligently worshipping her sex, etimesgut esmer escortlar grasping her bottom with both hands as he licked and nuzzled. When she finally came, she seemed to feel almost embarrassed at the emotional tsunami that overwhelmed her, crying out in a kind of choked gargle while instinctively grabbing her own breasts to augment her stimulation. Then she just collapsed, like a balloon with all the air let out of it, a dazed and confused expression on her face.

I reacted in my usual fashion when Julius brought me to climax, pounding the bed with my fists as I groaned heavily and flung my head back and forth in unrestrained delight. I saw Mom stare fixedly, and with faint alarm, at my antics. I tried to remember that she’d never seen me come before.

Then the two men mounted us.

I felt supremely comfortable taking Julius’s large member into myself. He kept his arms straight and extended as he looked benevolently down at me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips in the usual manner. Dad was a bit more vigorous, even violent, as he pummeled Mom with a series of frenetic thrusts, then settled down to take his time, enjoying the familiar sensation of being in my mother’s pussy for the umpteenth time.

But it was when Dad looked over to Julius and said, “Wanna switch?” that things became interesting.

The moment those words came out of Dad’s mouth, I looked over to my mother and said, “Is that all right, Mom?”

She looked back at me, licked her lips, paused for several moments, then said in a tiny voice, “Okay.”

I could tell that Dad was more eager for the “switch” than Julius was. I suppose my boyfriend didn’t entirely approve.

But the men pulled out of us, their cocks glistening with female juices, and cumbrously repositioned themselves: Dad between my legs, Julius between Mom’s.

Mom was frankly fixated on Dad and me. It’s one thing to hear about your husband poking your daughter in every possible orifice; but actually seeing it is very different. Her mouth dropped as Dad plunged into me, even as Julius was plugging up her own pussy. At first Julius thought of diverting her attention by taking her face in his hands and plastering kisses all over it; but he seemed to feel that this was something she had to see and digest in her mind and heart before she could be comfortable with it. My dad helped by glancing over to her and silently saying, Katie, it’s all being done out of love. You must know that.

Gradually Mom became reconciled with father-daughter coitus, and she refocused her attention to her own partner–who, in every other situation, would have been mighty hard to ignore.

The men finished in short order. Dad came first, followed instants later by Julius. They both draped their bodies on top of ours for several minutes before withdrawing and rolling off of us.

I knew that the next stage of the operation would be even more delicate and emotionally explosive for my mother. As the men rested, I placed my head between Mom’s gorgeous breasts, giving them a thorough examination with hands, lips, and tongue. I even sucked hard on a nipple, wishing I could remember drawing milk from it as a baby. Then I went for broke, got into sixty-nine position, thrust my pussy into her face, and plunged my own face into her damp sex.

I won’t deny that there was a bit of awe and even reverence at being so close to the cavity where I had emerged into life thirty-four years ago. There was a strange fragrance to her pussy, perhaps as a result of Julius’s emission, which was trickling out of her and which I lapped up greedily. Mom was more hesitant at licking me, but she did eventually start flicking her tongue in the direction of my labia and clitoris, as the paternal emission oozed out of me and onto her tongue. I sensed her give a little shudder at that, as she fully grasped the reality of what her husband and daughter had just done.

Our men seemed to revive faster than expected, perhaps stimulated by the sight of this mother-daughter engagement. Dad managed to place himself between Mom’s legs and shove his cock into her ass, while Julius did ankara grup yapan escortlar the same to me. To see my father’s organ entering that previously forbidden area was thrilling. I could hear Mom’s inarticulate cries (muffled by my pussy pressed against her mouth), and sensed that she was still not quite as comfortable with anal sex as she hoped to be.

After some minutes there was a changing of the guard. Without a word, both Dad and Julius pulled out of us and switched, so that now it was Julius’s long, thick member that filled up my mother’s ass while Dad’s more modest endowment filled my own. Mom began gurgling with another climax even as Julius continued to pound her. Then, as if on a signal, both men pulled out and spattered my face and Mom’s with their discharge. I felt almost drowned by Julius’s immense load, while Mom let out whiny little squeals as her face was doused with Dad’s hot come.

After the guys had finished, Mom snatched up some Kleenex, wiped her face, and cried indignantly, “That was most disrespectful!” She used some other Kleenex to clean me up, although I’d reached the point of not minding having come on my face. Much of it had trickled down onto my neck and breasts, and Mom dutifully mopped it all up.

There was quite a bit more, as both men came four times and Mom and I came several more times than that. It was quite a session, I have to say. We are all ready for a well-earned sleep afterward, and Julius and I stumbled over to my own bed so we could spread out a bit more. Four people trying to sleep in one bed, even if it’s king-size, just doesn’t work so well.

The next morning was pretty strange.

I’ve always wondered about “the morning after.” How do you resume normal relations with whoever you’ve slept with after the wild and crazy things you’ve done the night before? How do you go from fucking and sucking and multiple orgasms to deciding who makes the coffee and what to have for breakfast?

The matter was compounded many times over when you’ve spent a night in bed with your lover and your parents.

I was not surprised to find Mom sitting alone in the kitchen that morning: she’d always been an early riser. Even more than the previous morning, this was going to be awkward. I had already developed a peculiar feeling that the events of last night were some bizarre fantasy, but there was really no denying it had actually happened. Mom was even more pensive than yesterday, so if she was troubled by something I figured we’d just get things out into the open.

“Hi, Mom,” I began.

“Hi, dear,” she said, unable to look at me.

“Quite an adventure last night.”

“I never thought I’d live to see the day…” She sighed heavily and trailed off. I could finish her sentence for her: Live to see the day when my husband entered my daughter.

“Oh, Mom, it was just our way of expressing affection. I mean, we’re all adults, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are.”

“It’s always struck me as odd that you’re somehow not allowed to be intimate with the very people who mean most to you in the world. I’m aware of the reasons, but there’s certainly no chance of Dad impregnating me or anything like that. I’m not even going to have a child with Julius–it’s probably a bit too late for that.”

This allowed Mom to change the subject. “What do you think is going to happen with you and Julius?”

Now it was my turn to sigh. “I don’t know. I guess I want to…” I couldn’t get the words out, but my mom did.

“Marry him?”

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t he want to?”

“I don’t know, but I have my doubts.”

“Has he said that?”

“No. Sometimes he doesn’t vocalize his feelings. He’s a man, after all. But I suspect he doesn’t see me as wife material–not for him, anyway.”

“He’s such a dear, sweet man. Anyone would be happy and proud to have him as a son-in-law.”

“You can say that again. But I don’t think I’m going to be the lucky girl.”

The conversation was cut off by the arrival of the men. They weren’t quite as jovial as yesterday, sensing that what we’d done last night was a bit beyond what any of us had expected. Still, there was a sense of deep satisfaction on their faces, and Julius in particular was even more gracious than usual to me and Mom, kissing both of us delicately but fervently on the mouth before he and Dad got breakfast going.

We stayed a few more days at my parents’ home, then moved on to the next stage of our journey–a visit to Julius’s family.

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