Family member is a nymphomaniac

Family member is a nymphomaniac 'It's not my fault. I just can't bloody help it.' How often had she repeated those words to herself, always those same sentences rattling around inside her head? She did not consider herself a nymphomaniac, despite what other people may think. It was just that sex constantly preyed on her mind. Every day, and even during the night, the most innocuous of things would suddenly set her off, and what she needed most when that happened was to either fuck, or at the very least, masturbate. When she slept, it brought no respite, her dreams tormented by lustful acts with strangers or even members of her own family. Male or female, it made no difference. Once that fire ignited in her belly, and no matter what she did to try and stop it, she knew it was inevitable that it would quickly travel to her vagina. The juices would start to flow, and her nipples would become erect, another sure sign that she was in heat. Did she find it embarrassing? Of course, she did. But there was nothing she could do to stop it despite it not being an ideal situation; although lots of men would probably disagree. When it happened, she just needed someone; young or old, big, small, ugly, or handsome; it made no difference so long as they had a cock and could get it up. Failing that, she needed a pussy and fingers. Any woman would do, someone to rub her twat against, someone to jam their fingers into her cunt and frig her roughly until she burst and achieved her seismic climatic release. She had been married, quite a few times sadly, but none were ever destined to last. When a fresh relationship began, her new man could never quite believe their luck. Not for her, 'I'm washing my hair tonight,' or 'It's that time of the month,' or even 'I've got a headache.' She needed shagging every night, several times preferably. It was sex before tea or maybe straight after. It was mid-evening or early morning. Out in town, in a bar or a club, maybe the cinema, when the feelings started, she pleaded with her beau to fuck her. Upstairs on a bus, in the car during a journey, she didn't think there was anywhere that she hadn't opened her legs. The problem always arose when her current partner, husband, or other half was not with her. Because then, she needed to find someone else, fidelity going straight out of the window, and in next to no time, so too would her marriage. At work, and she'd had plenty of jobs; she had attained an advantageous position. You could say it was because she had slept, or rather, fucked her way to the top. At thirty-six, she ran five miles every morning and had a body that most twenty-year-olds would be envious of. Every boss she had ever had, and there had been quite a few, could never quite believe their luck. No need to try and proposition her; she had lost count of how many offices and boardrooms she'd had sex in. Eventually, though, she became a liability, word got around; as did she when the lust came over her, and then it was usually time for her to move on. There was a date circled on the page of her open desktop diary, the twenty-fifth of January; it was a day she had been dreading. Thankfully, it had arrived and departed without anything untoward; but she knew that the time was drawing closer. She had a son, conceived with one of her husbands, or maybe one of the many men whom she had allowed to penetrate her; and that date had been his eighteenth birthday. Over the years, and although she loved him dearly, she had managed to keep him at arm's length. He'd had many babysitters when he was a baby. As a toddler, he had a nanny, and when he was old enough, she sent him to a prep school and then to a private boarding school. She didn't want him to see her as she truly was. When that ache in her fanny controlled her sensibilities, the temptation was to leave him alone, desperation sending her out, searching for someone to relieve the demands of her body. Thankfully, on the few occasions, he was with her, she had managed by locking herself in a bedroom and plunging toys into her cunt; but now, unfortunately, he had come of age. He needed no one to take care of him anymore, and she was afraid that she may be inclined to try and seduce him at some point when her desires got the better of her. They were not estranged; rather, her son probably thought of her as being distant. That wasn't true. She had always sent him away to keep him safe, despite how much she wanted to be with him. Jonjo was no longer a child; he was a handsome young man, and as she looked at his photo, dressed in his suit and posing at his prom night, she pushed away the thoughts that had invaded her mind. Even now, and as yet, he was still away; thinking about him made her knees tremble and she could sense her developing urge. Over the years, although they had met up several times, she hadn't seen a great deal of him. When he returned home for his summer breaks, she would often pack him off to her parents or suggest a summer camp, anything that kept him at a distance from her. She only had pictures of him to go by; the one sitting on her desk presently, and the one in her bedside drawer. It was no good; the urge was increasing rapidly, and she needed to finger herself. Racing up the stairs, ripping clothes off in the process, she was naked by the time she reached her room, throwing herself onto the bed and rummaging in the drawers. Extracting the photograph, she gazed at her son. It had been taken at Easter, Jonjo on a faraway beach. It was his eighteenth birthday present, and he was posing for the camera; tanned, and wearing nothing but a pair of swim shorts. Her mind had already removed them; imagining his cock rigid as she lay on her back and opened her legs. The initial touch made her shiver, her fingers teasing her pussy open. She neglected her vagina for a few seconds because her nipples were demanding attention; each one twisted and pinched until it stood erect, solid, and throbbing with the pleasure of her touch. And then her fingers returned to her pussy, one on either side of her clit, as she rubbed slowly, eyes closed now, as she imagined Jonjo shuffling between her thighs, his plump knob pressing against her fanny. This had become her go-to scenario; her arousal escalated until her fingers replicated his cock and were plunged into her quim. The frigging was frantic, fast, and hard, her mind now imagining her son looming over her as his cock penetrated and pounded her cunt. The pressure was building, his picture now discarded because he was alive in her mind, so real that she could actually feel his shaft inside her as her other hand abused her tits, squashing and fondling the flesh; her nipples becoming twin peaks which transmitted pleasure signals to her brain. On the edge, she was seconds away from exploding as her fingers switched to her clitoris and the world disintegrated around her. She imagined her son's cream filling her pussy, mixing with the cum and juices as her thighs clamped together; her body shaking as the force of her convulsions made her thrash back and forth. When she surfaced from her orgasm and gazed at her son's photo once more, she felt nothing but an overpowering love for him. There was no disgust or repulsion in what she had just done; this fantasy of hers was one she used frequently when masturbating, because the eroticism of imagining having sex with him, gave her the best climaxes she had ever experienced. Slowly she wiped herself, cleaning up the wetness that covered her pussy and mound, as well as what had run between the cheeks of her arse. She had to be careful, this soon after an orgasm, her body was still ripe, and too much touching and wiping could quickly reawaken her arousal. Her legs were still a little unsteady as she recovered her clothes, dressing slowly and then retouching her foundation to make her face look presentable once more. Despite having had his birthday, Jonjo was still safe until the end of the month. That was when his school finished, and he arrived home to await his exam results. She was hoping he had done well for the simple reason that a university would take him away again, out of range of a potential indiscretion. Failure meant that finally, he would return home, and she did not trust herself. If he were here full-time, even if he got a job, eventually, she would try to seduce him, that was if she hadn't raped him first. Jonjo stepped down from the train with his cases and made his way towards the exit. He was not expecting his mother to pick him up; she never had in the past. Normally there would be a taxi waiting to drive him to his destination, his grandparents or maybe another member of the family or even summer camp. This time, though, he was going home; somewhere, he only had vague recollections of. He loved his mother because that was what was expected of him, but he didn't know her and could only imagine her in his mind's eye due to the photographs she sent him from time to time. They spoke every week on the phone, but that didn't mean he knew her; she was just a female voice on the other end of the line. He was both bemused and stunned when he exited. Caroline, his mother was waiting outside, stood beside her, four-by-four. In the flesh, she looked different than in her pictures. His first thought was that she was gorgeous; his second thought, unprintable. From birth, they had never attained that mother and son bond. Jonjo realised that even though it was her name on his birth certificate, he only saw her as some woman, albeit at that moment, a quite sexy one. 'Hello, mother dearest.' She stepped forwards, and into his embrace, conscious that despite her better judgement, she had dressed for him. The tight "V" neck top displayed her cleavage and a last-minute decision to discard her bra ensured that her breasts, still full and firm, jutted prominently beneath the flimsy material, her nipples becoming erect the minute they pressed against his chest. 'Hello, Jonjo. It's lovely to have you home at last.' He kissed her cheek; Caroline wanted to turn her face and present him with her lips instead. Immediately, she could feel the heat between her legs; thankfully, she had overruled her thoughts of going pantie-less, glad that she had because she knew she was beginning to leak. The skirt she was wearing was a lot shorter than those she wore for work or even for her normal day-to-day attire. She picked it to show off her legs, toned, and tanned at this time of year. In the car it would ride up, giving her son a view of her thighs nearly to her panties. She began to imagine his hand curving between her legs and had to stop her thoughts. Her arousal was escalating and at this rate, she would not even make it home before the need for sex or to masturbate overwhelmed her. She made small talk, but all the while, her mind was thinking of sex. Somehow, she managed to get them home, but desperation made her quickly disappear once they were indoors. 'Sorry, hon! I've got a headache coming on. I just need to lie down for an hour.' In her room, she locked the door, undressed, and extracted his photograph before fingering herself to orgasm. Jonjo was accustomed to his mother's disappearances. It had been like that for most of his life. Over the years he remembered her suffering constantly from headaches, often suddenly disappearing up to her room. When she was well, she would be out, and he would be left with the nanny; and then later, she had sent him away. He was surprised at the sensations that had quickly manifested themselves. On the journey home, he had been unable to take his eyes off her legs and heaving bosom, especially her erect nipples, which had caused a thickening of his shaft. It left him feeling uncomfortable as he realised that what he was experiencing was a desire to see her body undressed. Up in her room, Caroline had dozed, the orgasm leaving her feeling exhausted. Jonjo hadn't been home for more than an hour before she'd had to relieve herself; how was she going to manage for the next six weeks until he received his results? She needed to make an effort, at least to begin with. This first week of his break would be hard because she had taken several days off, hoping to get through it without doing something that would both disgust and repulse him. She managed to get through the rest of the day unscathed, although, with her bedroom door locked that night, she's had to masturbate twice to get rid of her building tensions. The following morning, Caroline had an idea. 'How about we go visit my parents?' She asked Jonjo had been waiting for such a scenario. 'We can visit. But! I will be coming home. I can look after myself now if you are too busy to keep me company.' For most of his life he had been farmed out here and there each summer; this year it wasn't going to happen, he had decided. Caroline was startled at his declaration. Despite being drawn to her son sexually, she still saw him as her little boy, forgetting that he may now have a mind of his own. 'I wasn't thinking of you staying. I'm sure your grandparents would love to see us both and I thought we could take our costumes and use the pool.' Jonjo relinquished his stance. It wouldn't hurt to visit, he supposed. But he wouldn't be staying, even if he had to walk home. Caroline's parents were wealthy and well-to-do; their large home, about an hour's drive away, incorporated an indoor swimming pool. She had packed a costume in her bag, looking forward to lounging by the pool while watching Jonjo swim and parade around in just a pair of shorts. Relaxing by the side of it in her dusky pink bikini, Caroline watched as Jonjo's powerful strokes carried him from one end to the other before he executed an underwater turn and headed back towards her. Although her eyes followed him, in her imagination, he was climbing from the water naked, his erection bouncing up and down as he headed in her direction. Her pussy was on fire, and with his attention diverted, her fingers were teasing her distended labia. The bikini top did nothing to disguise her erect nipples, but she was so consumed by the scene she was imagining, that she had become oblivious to her surroundings. After several lengths, Jonjo slowed and stopped, resting against the edge as he caught his breath. His grandfather had taught him to swim in this very pool, and each holiday, he would train until he became an accomplished swimmer. Whether his mother was not child orientated, Jonjo had no idea, over the years his grandparents had functioned as his surrogate parents. He wondered if his mother realised that he could see what she was doing, watching surreptitiously as she touched herself. He slid underwater and resurfaced; she was still at it, appearing to be in a world of her own and oblivious to his presence. He found watching her, erotic, his cock automatically beginning to swell and expand. Whatever was taking place in her mind was arousing her; even from his present position, he could see that the crotch of her bikini bottoms had changed hue due to moisture. With closed eyes, the scene in her head was quickly reaching its culmination, just a few moments longer and she would achieve her climax. Suddenly, she noticed the silence, unable to hear the splash of water as her son worked his way up and down the pool. She sensed that someone was watching her; it could only be Jonjo. Caroline's hand froze. She wanted to move it away, but that would mean admitting that she had been touching herself. Afraid to open her eyes, she continued to lay motionless, the silence becoming oppressive. 'You don't have to stop if that is what you need to do.' The sound of her son's voice made Caroline jump; he was close. She was far too embarrassed to even think of opening her eyes now. In a flash, her hand was moved away, and then she jumped again, her eyes opening because suddenly, a finger other than her own had just stroked her pussy. Jonjo was perched next to her, staring intently into her eyes. Without saying a word, his finger slid along the lips of her pussy once more. Caroline's arousal, which had quickly disappeared when he had spoken to her, immediately returned. She should have told him to stop, to appear furious at what he was doing, but her mouth refused to work, and her mind wanted him to do more. His stoking continued through the flimsy material of her bikini bottoms; she wanted to scream at him to finger her, to perhaps fuck her. But with her arousal nearing its summit, she just needed to climax. The sensations started deep down, the sudden release of building pressures as her climax made her body rigid. Clamping her thighs together, she gripped her son's wrist tightly, holding it in place as his finger continued to gently rub her vagina. Caroline tried to stop her groans of pleasure, but they crept out anyway, her buttocks and shoulders pushing against the lounger as her spine arched, and her head was thrown back. She was still recovering from the enormity of her orgasm when she felt Jonjo's hand withdraw. By the time she was breathing slowly, and her eyes opened again, he had disappeared. About to go after him, Caroline realised she needed to take a dip in the pool before entering the main house; the gusset of her bikini bottoms was a different shade from the rest due to the juices she had lost. By the time she exited the water, dried her body, and then went to her room and dressed, Jonjo was downstairs with her parents. Try as she might, for the rest of that day, whether it was coincidental or whether it was intentional, she could not manage to get him alone. 'Well, at least on the journey home it will only be me and Jonjo,' she thought to herself. Her plan was scuppered when her mother asked. 'Why don't you and Jonjo stay over and then we can have a BBQ tomorrow.' Before Caroline could say anything, her son had agreed. The rest of the day, she found, was frustrating. Now that he had touched her, she wanted an explanation. In reality, what she wanted was for her son to touch her some more, to ultimately, if he was up for it, have sex with her. As bedtime rolled around, all four of them retired. Dressed in a borrowed robe, she was deliberating whether to go to her son's room once all activity had died down and the house was quiet. A soft knock came at her door, and she opened it to find Jonjo outside. He slipped around it dressed in a borrowed pair of pyjama bottoms, and closed it behind him, giving her no chance to say anything, as he spun her around so that she was pressed up against the door. Her eyes went wide with surprise as his face drew closer to her own, and then he kissed her. Despite having attended a boys-only school, it did not mean that he was ignorant of women. The local town had boasted a multitude of young girls and even women, all eager to catch the eye of this tall handsome young man. He'd had more than his fill; his strong libido meant that he had begun entertaining more than one or two during opportunistic evenings and weekends since his birthday. Caroline could not believe what he was doing; the moment their lips met; she indulged herself in the kiss, her arms around his neck as her mouth worked against his, and the dampness down below began to appear. When his hand slipped inside her robe and cupped her right breast, her legs turned to jelly. Her arousal was now making her feel light-headed, especially when his hands cupped both of her tits and pinched her already erect nipples. Her mound was trying to press against him, desperate to feel his hopeful erection pushing back. But he kept his lower torso away from her gyrating hips, before sliding one hand down over her belly and then curving it between her legs. If it hadn't been for their mouths still being firmly locked together, Caroline would have screamed the house down when she felt him part her pussy lips, and then his two fingers enter her cunt. She had to break the kiss because she needed to breathe. Wild-eyed and close to pleading, she could do nothing but mumble incoherently as her son finger-fucked her, his hand over her mouth kept her vocal exclamations to a low level as her body shook and he helped steady her in position. When his hand moved, to be replaced by his lips once more, his arm went around her waist, keeping her upright as his fingers rapidly pummelled her twat. There was going to be a damp patch on the carpet by the door. Caroline's pussy was leaking juices at a phenomenal rate as the sloppy noise of wet flesh coming together, resounded in the room. She wanted to tell him to stop, not because she wasn't enjoying the sensations that rushed through her body. Caroline wanted him to stop so that she could tell him what she desired the most, to have him fuck her. Unfortunately, his administration's had brought her to a point where all that currently mattered was her release. It was prudent that Jonjo was supporting her because her legs were failing, and without him, she would have slumped to the floor. She broke away from his mouth again, unable to kiss, and pant rapidly at the same time. When his fingers found her clit and massaged it, the dam broke as she emitted a prolonged wail, her hips working back and forward against his hand as though it was fucking her. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her back banging against the door as she shook. Caroline had no control over her body anymore; the rush of pleasure signals to her brain blotted out everything else as she convulsed as though having a seizure. For a moment, she blacked out, unable to process the overwhelming intense burst of erotic pleasure. When she eventually regained her senses, she was half-sitting, and half-laying on her bed. Her robe was open, and she knew Jonjo was looking at her. Suddenly he moved closer, kissed her cheek, and then swiftly disappeared from her room. She was stunned. Despite her release, her pussy was demanding sex. 'What was her son playing at?' She wondered. Twice now he had touched her vagina and made her orgasm; surely, he knew that she needed more than that. She hadn't stopped him on either occasion, which had to tell him something about what she may desire. As the house settled down for the night and silence reigned, she waited until she was convinced her parents would be sleeping before tiptoeing along the landing and tapping quietly at her son's door. Receiving no answer, she tried the doorknob, dismayed to find it locked. She didn't understand what was going on. He had gone beyond normality by touching her intimately; and yet on both occasions, he had disappeared immediately afterwards without saying a word about what he had done to her. She had to frustratingly wait until the following morning, and even then, she couldn't ask Jonjo anything because of her parent's presence. It wasn't until early evening and as they set off for home, that she found herself alone with him. 'Don't you think we should discuss what happened? She asked. 'What is there to discuss? You wanted me to touch you. That much was obvious. That is what I did.' As if to reinforce his words, Caroline suddenly found his hand on her left knee. It rested there for a moment before softly beginning to caress the bare flesh, Jonjo staring out of the windscreen as though that was the end of their conversation. Immediately, his touch ignited the fire in her belly, a buzz in her fanny as she tried to concentrate on her driving. She tried to control her breathing, feeling it quicken as his hand inched upwards. The edge of her skirt moved slightly, his hand caressing the flesh of her lower thigh. Again, Caroline wanted him to stop, wanted more than what he was currently offering. She slowed the car as his touch started to affect her driving. His hand was getting higher up her thigh, the car beginning to weave occasionally as she tried to keep her eyes open. When a layby approached, she pulled into it, not a moment too soon as her son's fingers reached her groin and stroked her pussy. She was unable to contain the groan of pleasure that she emitted, glancing down at her son's groin to see the large erection in his trousers. 'Oh, God!' She thought. She wanted him, her hand reaching across and feeling the strength of his hard-on for the first time. She rubbed her hand against it as she felt his fingers push the gusset of her panties to one side and stroke her labia. And then she gasped aloud as his fingers penetrated her pussy, now wet with her juices. Amid her panting, she tried to speak, more of a mumble, than actual words. In response, he stroked her face, brushing her hair to one side as he turned her head. Leaning over, his face came closer, his lips meeting hers as they kissed. His tongue invaded her mouth as his fingers increased in speed, now fingering her rapidly as her arousal built. She wanted to rip her clothes off; she wanted to rip her son's clothes off, the thoughts in her mind lewd and coarse. Her fingers were trying to undo his zip when his hand stopped her. 'No! You can't do that.' The fingers of his other became faster, Caroline pushing herself back against the seat as she spread her legs as wide as the limited space would allow. Jonjo's cock was throbbing, especially with his mother massaging it. But he was determined that here and now wasn't the right place to even think about fucking, which was why he stopped her hand from trying to extract his shaft. 'Make her wait,' he thought, 'when she eventually gets what she wants, she will be dying for my cock.' Caroline pushed her pelvis forward, pressing her pussy against her son's hand as she began to climax; Jonjo's fingers, wet with her fanny juices as he prolonged her orgasm. Her upper torso bounced back and forward off the seat; her face flushed as she gasped for breath, and her body shook. She was still recovering when a car pulled into the layby behind them. Caroline glanced into the rear-view mirror. 'Shit! Police!' Luckily Jonjo was sitting normally in his seat as she watched the uniform approach and wound her window down. 'Hello. Is everything all right, Madam?' 'Yes, thank you. I'm fine now, officer. I started having a coughing fit and so I thought it wise to pull over. My son was just rubbing my back. Was there a problem?' 'No, no. We just received a report of maybe inappropriate behaviour,' the policeman said diplomatically. They were probably mistaken. If you experience another fit, I'd advise that you leave the vehicle and get a taxi home,' They watched as he drove away before bursting into hysterical laughter. When she calmed herself, Caroline asked. 'Am I ever going to get more than your hand? You have to know by now what I desire.' 'Maybe,' was all her son would say, a mischievous smile playing across his lips. Home at last, and despite the release that Jonjo had given her, the need for sex was building again. She was disappointed when he said he was going out for a walk. Did she go out into town and find someone to satisfy her desires, or did she wait for his return and hope that he was in a more favourable mood? She resorted to alcohol, pouring herself a glass of wine. One glass led to another, and then another after that as she felt herself getting tipsy. It was later than expected when he returned, and she had drunk far too much by then, her voice slurring as she tried to explain herself to him. She had no idea why she started to do it, but suddenly she was unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it from her skirt, and casting it to one side. Her bra quickly followed as she stood unabashed, displaying her naked tits to her son. He studied her for several minutes before turning on his heel, and heading upstairs, leaving her in tears at his insensitive snub. The combination of alcohol and her intense sexual demands had her sobbing, feeling old and stupid at that moment. Yes, she wanted him, but that didn't necessarily mean that he wanted her. What more could she do; she had offered herself on a plate and had been rebuffed on three separate occasions. What had she been thinking, supposing that Jonjo only saw her as an old woman? When her crying stopped, she gathered up her clothes, and headed for her bedroom; her son's door closed as she passed. Caroline hesitated for a second before reality kicked in. She was prepared to plead if that were what it took but just couldn't face another rejection that evening. Slipping into her darkened room, she closed the door behind her and stood against it for a moment as she composed herself. 'I bet my face looks a bloody mess,' she thought as she reached for the light switch. When she turned around, she jumped, her heart suddenly in her mouth. Sitting upright beneath the covers on one side of her bed, and obviously naked, was Jonjo. 'Are you sure that this is what you want to do? That you and I, act inappropriately?' He asked She didn't trust herself to say anything, simply nodding her head and then watching as he pulled the covers back next to him. She was naked in a flash. 'Slow down, I want to look at you.' Jonjo muttered as she advanced on him. Caroline couldn't slow down, not yet anyway. She was being given an opportunity, and until his cock was inside her pussy, she couldn't relax. Over the years and during constant stays with his grandparents, Jonjo had overheard their conversations when they thought he wasn't around. When they spoke of their daughter, it wasn't complimentary. Slowly, he learned of her behaviour, her many marriages, affairs, and her constant need to seek out other men. He heard the names they called her, slut, hussy, tart, trollop, nympho. It wasn't that they didn't love her; they just couldn't condone her behaviour and it disappointed them that she lived such a depraved lifestyle. Jonjo had only ever had pictures of her to go by. When he looked at them, what he saw was an extremely attractive woman, but he was unable to associate her with any terms of endearment that he should have felt for her as his mum. After he turned eighteen, he began to have thoughts, thoughts about her that a son should never have. The allure of women had suddenly attracted his attention, and the delights of sex became something he looked forward to. He began to find that when he looked at his mother's pictures, what he saw was a woman who he would give anything to get into bed with. Her behaviour since his return echoed his grandparent's sentiments and comments. He had taken a chance by touching her, surprised that she hadn't scolded or rejected his advances. It quickly became obvious to Jonjo that if she were prepared to let him fondle her body; maybe she would even let him go further if the circumstances were right. Her actions downstairs that evening had convinced him. He was certain that she desired him more than perhaps he desired her. Beneath the covers, Jonjo turned to face her, drawing closer as their lips met and she felt his naked body pressing against hers. As her tits were squashed against his chest, she felt his cock throbbing against her mound. The kiss this time felt more intense than on the previous occasions, her tongue fencing with his as they invaded each other's mouths Her nipples were stiff and painful, demanding attention, which was only soothed when his hand slid between them and cupped her breast, softly fondling the firm flesh and then finally pinching and twisting her nipples as her growl of pleasure worked its way up her throat. His hands worked their way up and down her body, never seeming to linger in one spot before moving on to the next. Jonjo nibbled at her ears and nuzzled her neck before returning to her lips once more. At the same time, she felt his hand move from her breast, pass over her ribcage, and then slide across her belly. It lingered for a moment, idly dawdling in her pubes, before continuing its progress as it curved between her legs. Caroline let out a loud whimpering moan, her hips pressing her pussy against her son's hand. There was a burst of sensations as he touched her genitals; a sudden relief at his first contact, and then an urgent desire for him to explore more. She knew she was wet, her arousal already heading towards its peak. The groan this time was louder and more intense as he parted her labia and gently stroked her vagina, her hips rising from the bed as her pussy demanded that it be penetrated. Jonjo's finger was slick with her secretions, his mother's legs opening wider as he teased her twat. He knew what she wanted but was keeping her on the edge as his finger slid up and down her slit and rubbed softly at her clit. When her son's hand moved away from her pussy, Caroline was about to complain. But when his body began sliding down the bed, she realised what he was about to do. She settled onto her back, brought her legs up, and opened them wide. His nostrils picked up the scent of her musk, surprised that it made his mouth water. He wanted to taste her, but for the moment, did no more than part her pussy lips, and pursing his lips, blew on her moist internal flesh. It both teased and tickled, Caroline moaning softly. The anticipation was killing her; she wanted his mouth pressed against her vagina. Her hips bucked uncontrollably when his tongue finally slid across her pink sensitive flesh; a rush of pleasure sensations flew through her body. And then she was crying out loud; his tongue had just penetrated her pussy. 'Jonjo? Oh, fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh, my fucking God. Yes, just there, yes, yes, yessssss!' Caroline had waited so long for this to happen that she found herself unable to suppress the orgasm that suddenly crept up on her. She clamped his head between her thighs as the surge of powerful emotions and passions blasted through her system. Muscles in her vagina and stomach contracted, forcing the sensations to override her brain as she tried to thrash, her lower torso held firmly in her son's hands. He continued to suck and lick at her clit, prolonging her climax as she continued to shake. God! She felt good, her breathing starting to slow and her body beginning to relax. Suddenly, she felt him move and then his knob pressed against her pussy. Caroline's fanny expanded as first his bulbous head, and then his shaft slid into her passage. Instantly, her arousal soared again. Ever since his return, despite her dilemma, this was the moment she had been waiting for. She gripped his buttocks fiercely, dragging as much of him inside her as she could manage, and then let out a blood-curdling scream. With each thrust, she tried to grip him with her vaginal muscles, holding him in place for scant seconds before he withdrew and thrust forward once more. When he lowered his head and took each of her nipples in turn, into his mouth, sucking and licking at the engorged teats, she wailed, wrapping her legs around his waist so that her pussy opened wider for him. At that moment, it mattered little to her that the person fucking her, the person who was giving her so much pleasure, was her son. Jonjo's hips forced his cock into his mother's pussy again. How often, in his bed in the dormitory, over the last few months, had he imagined doing this; a picture of her grasped in his other hand as he masturbated? His pounding increased; the pressure building in his sack and shaft as he felt his climax drawing closer. Pushing himself upright, he watched his mother writhe beneath him, her tits bouncing back and forth as he increased momentum and shagged her aggressively. She was staring at him with unseeing eyes, her hands gripping her thighs as she dragged her legs up and wide. And then her mouth opened, and her head flew backwards, flattening the pillows with its pressure as she began to screech. Her face, neck and upper torso flushed as she climaxed, straining to extract every ounce of pleasure from the orgasm that now consumed her, and which was intensified as she felt her son's cock jerk inside her passage before unleashing a torrent of spunk into her hot, sloppy cunt. Their bodies were covered in sweat as Jonjo rolled them so that she now lay atop his heaving body, his flaccid shaft slipping from her pussy and covered in her juices. With her ear pressed against his moist skin, she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Caroline felt strange. Normally, while the sex she had with whoever she chose, left her satisfied, it was never earth-shattering. For the first time in her life, she felt fulfilled. Her son's breathing had slowed, as had his heartbeat, his hand softly stroking her hair. She had questions she wanted to ask, but perhaps now wasn't the time, amazed as she felt his cock start to thicken against her stomach. Surely, he couldn't be ready again this quickly? His hands slid down her spine before caressing her buttocks. He exerted pressure, pushing her down against his rapidly expanding shaft, before pulling her upwards so that her face was level with his and his cock now pressed against her mound. Jonjo just stared for a moment, and then kissed her. It was all it took for Caroline's arousal to kick in once more. She inched up his body, allowing his cock to spring free, and then moved lower, his knob now rubbing against her pussy lips. She had no way of restraining the growl that crept from her throat, her fanny already demanding to be filled once more. Pushing herself upright and straddling his hips, she slid backwards, her twat expanding as her son's throbbing cock filled her passage. He watched as his mother bounced up and down on his shaft; the movement of her tits synchronised with her motion. They seemed to be crying out for attention as he cupped each one, squashing the flesh firmly and making them bulge, the darker nipples standing proud from the centre of each orb. Raising his head, he sucked on each in turn before nipping them between his teeth. Almost continuously, she moaned and gasped, her arousal spiralling out of control. She was growing tired, appreciative when Jonjo grasped her buttocks and held her aloft as his hips rose and he pounded her minge, his stamina seeming limitless. Caroline closed her eyes and saw stars spinning behind them. Her mouth was hanging open again as she gulped in oxygen. The climax had taken her by surprise, sensations suddenly flooding her body as nerve endings went into overdrive, and blasted signals into her brain. Her body refused to respond to anything her mind was telling it to do. She just hung on grimly, her son's cock continuing to punish her pussy, as her first orgasm subsided but was immediately replaced by a second which shook her to her core. There had been men in the past who had managed this much, but if she thought Jonjo had finished with her, she was sadly disillusioned. Caroline got a respite, albeit a short one, before she was up on all fours as he took her from behind, her tits swinging with his thrusting until his hands appeared beneath her and he abused them; twisting and playing with her nipples until she was convinced, she would swoon. It was the early hours of the morning before she was allowed to sleep, her dreams that night undisturbed. When she did eventually wake up, it was because she was feeling horny. It took her scant moments to realise that the reason, was her son's cock, sliding slowly and sensuously in and out of her fanny. Twisting her upper torso, she presented him with her slightly flattened breasts, Jonjo immediately reaching out to fondle them and arouse her nipples. Neither of them had lasted long before he had her climaxing as his cock flooded her pussy with semen. It was something she had never done before, despite having the house to herself for years. That morning they hung around the breakfast bar, consuming cereal, and coffee, completely naked. Again, it was a new experience for her. Despite them being naked, presently, her body was making no demands for him to hump her again. 'Why did you send me away? Jonjo finally asked as he sipped his coffee. 'Did you not want a child?' Perhaps now was the right time to explain her reasoning and why she'd acted as she had over the years. 'I need sex, a lot of sex. When my body is making demands, I need it satisfying, that thought alone consumes my mind.' Jonjo nodded imperceptibly. 'At first, I relied on babysitters, but there were plenty of times when that wasn't convenient, and I feared that I may just abandon you as I went in search of someone to fuck me.' 'But what about when I got older? He asked. 'When you were a baby and a toddler, there was always someone here to take care of you. As you got older, I feared the worst; that somehow, in my hours of need, I would act inappropriately with you. My safest option was to send you away. The older you got, the more I had to keep you at a distance. I was ashamed and didn't want you to see me as I truly am; it has already blighted my life, and I didn't want it to blight yours.' Again, he nodded his head imperceptibly but remained silent. Now it was Caroline's turn. 'What possessed you to touch me?' He took several moments before answering. 'Over the years, I've heard the gossip and rumours. I've heard Nan and Gramps talking. It was obvious what you were doing. Because we have spent so little time together, it has been difficult to see you as my mother: all I had were your photographs to go off.' She suddenly felt guilty for what she had subjected him to. 'All the boys at school had pictures of their mothers and as we got older, they were passed around.' He did not need to explain to her the reason why, the thought of all those young males looking at her ignited the fire in her belly. 'When I turned eighteen, my mind was preoccupied with sex; the young girls and women in the town which surrounded the school. When I couldn't get out, I needed a distraction...... You were that distraction.' The ache in her belly sank, her pussy now on fire as she suddenly thought of Jonjo masturbating to her picture. 'Watching you touching yourself was erotic: my cock was throbbing. It was more of an impulse at first, a need to see and touch your fanny. I thought you would have gone crazy at me initially, but when you allowed me, I wondered if you had been fantasising, the same as I had.' His words, plus the image of those young men, had Caroline hot and ready. When she climbed down off the breakfast bar stool, she had plainly left a damp area where her vagina had been situated. They didn't bother clearing a space. Jonjo hoisted her by her buttocks as she fumbled to locate his shaft in the right spot. And then as he slid inside her, he slammed her up against the wall. With her arms around his neck, she rode his cock; their groins banging together as her cunt expanded and contracted rapidly. Her tits were crushed against his chest as they kissed, mouths working against each other as tongues explored. It wasn't a long episode, simply a quick fuck which set Caroline up for the morning, her son's cock exploding inside her pussy and triggering her orgasm. Showered and dressed; at one point, she hadn't known if she would make it out of the cubicle. Jonjo's hands had been all over her body, and it had been difficult not to succumb once more. 'Well! That's another first,' she thought. 'Fancy me turning down the offer of sex.' Downstairs in the lounge, she had asked her son. 'What do you want to do today, Jonjo?' He gave her a lecherous look, which made her laugh. 'Later,' she had told him. 'I planned on meeting a couple of friends in the city. Fancy tagging along?' He asked her. When she accepted his offer, her son had a strange request. 'Dress like you did on the day you picked me up from the station. You will drive Mark and Alan mad.' As she went to change, Caroline was faced with two contrasting dilemmas. On the one hand, she was apprehensive. Jonjo was asking her to dress in a manner that would display elements of her body to arouse his friends. On the other hand, it excited her. The thought of two young men ogling her had already started that feeling in her belly. Just as she had done for her son, Caroline dispensed with her bra. The tight "V" necked sweater clung to her curves and helped support her tits as well as display her ample cleavage. She searched her drawers for the tiniest thong she owned; she needed something that would at least delay the juices, she knew would start to flow. She finished with the same skirt, the one that just about covered her buttocks and showed off her legs. Jonjo was appreciative when she returned downstairs, especially when she sat on the couch to lace up her trainers. His eyes were glued to the gusset of her panties, which was plainly on view as a sizable bulge developed in his pants. The drive into the city hadn't taken long. Jonjo had arranged to meet his friends in one of the parks as he and his mother walked side by side, hands continually touching. 'Mum, Alan, and Mark. Lads, this is my mum.' Caroline had to stifle her giggles as their eyes protruded on stalks. With the day warming, they elected to sit on the grass. Getting down, she flashed her upper thighs and panties several times, much to the lad's appreciation. While they chatted, their eyes never left her; their bodies fidgeting as she instinctively knew they were trying to hide their erections. She couldn't help herself as she flirted; Jonjo, completely unperturbed by what she was doing. He sat next to her and occasionally whispered things in her ear. 'Would you like Alan to fuck you...... Or perhaps Mark?' His whispered remarks made her blush a little, but they also made her pussy moist, the ache down below growing in intensity. 'How about if they both fucked you, at the same time. Would you like that? Two cocks shagging you.' She had to distract them from what was happening to her. 'Anybody fancy getting a drink?' She asked. The voices all piped up at once as they discussed where to go, their distraction giving her a chance to rise without displaying too much of what was between her legs. Perhaps it was not the best idea, she later thought. With a couple of pints under their belt, both Mark and Alan's comments were becoming more risqué by the minute. When they both disappeared to the loo several minutes later, Caroline turned to her son. 'This is not very fair on either them or me. You know I'm wanting you again already.' Jonjo grinned at her. 'Which one do you want to fuck...... I'll arrange it.' Eeny meeny miny moe. At that moment it mattered little which one it was. They were both good-looking young men and Caroline needed a cock. When they returned, Jonjo attracted Alan's attention. 'Come and give us a hand at the bar mate, help carry the drinks.' The moment they disappeared; Caroline grabbed Mark's hand. 'Come with me,' she said huskily. He seemed unsure for a minute as she dragged him out of his seat and towards the toilets. She ducked into the ladies and made sure it was empty before grabbing his hand again and pulling him inside. In the cubicle, she bolted the door and then got onto the seat. Turning around, she squatted and pulled the thong to one side, exposing her fanny. He immediately got the gist of what she was offering, his pants around his ankles in a flash as she stared at his bouncing erection. Opening his legs and stooping slightly, he rammed his cock into her pussy, Caroline pulling her top up and freeing her tits. As his dick ploughed her cunt, his hands abused her tits. He tried to kiss her, but she was having none of that. This was only about sex and nothing more; her arousal escalated as his shaft thrust in and out of her vagina, the thrill of doing it in a pub toilet quickly bringing her to her summit. It was a good job because Mark wasn't going to last long. His excitement at being selected to fuck his mate's mother soon had him groaning as his cock jerked and he began to fill her twat with his cum. It was just enough to push her over the edge. Caroline had already decided he wasn't a patch on her son. 'Where did they go?' Alan asked when they brought the drinks over. 'Probably to the loo,' Jonjo said innocently. 'Ha! Can't hold his beer. He only went a few minutes ago.' Mark returned first, looking slightly flushed. Caroline stayed a little longer as she wiped her vagina dry before touching up her face, appearing several minutes later looking composed. Within the hour she had also taken Alan into the same cubicle and the same position. He was slightly better than his mate and lasted longer as he brought her off once more, but he was still not on par with her son. The thought that Jonjo had pimped for her, sent a shiver through her body, and what she wanted now was to get him home. With being the driver, Caroline only had soft drinks. As she drove towards home at the end of the afternoon, she questioned Jonjo. 'Did that excite you? Knowing that your friends were shagging me?' He turned to her, looking earnest. 'I can get plenty more like that. Can you get the women?' She turned her head briefly to look at him. 'Was he pulling her leg?' She wondered. 'I'm hazarding a guess that you, in turn, have passed the gene onto me. Sex is all I ever think about, every day, every night. The more deviant the sex, the more it arouses me. The thought of those two fucking you was erotic. I want to return the compliment. Find me a woman and I will fuck her while you are there.' Caroline could feel Jonjo watching her closely. The thought of watching her son fuck another woman was certainly something that had an appeal. Maybe in more ways than one. She wondered if he could somehow read her thoughts as seconds later, he asked. 'Have you ever been to bed with another woman...... You know...... Fucking?' Surprisingly, she felt no embarrassment as she nodded her head. 'I'm sure I can find you a woman, but they will not be young ones. I can't say that I know many girls of your age.' 'I don't want girls of my age. I can get plenty of them myself. Women of your age are a little more difficult; most of them are married.' His next comment left her stunned. 'I wonder where you got the gene from because it is obvious to me that we are similar. Was it nan or gramps?' He paused for a second as he turned and stared out of the windscreen. 'I've wondered what it may be like to shag your mum. She isn't bad for a woman of her age. Do you think she is like us?' Caroline had to concentrate; too many thoughts were suddenly swirling around inside her head. She had always thought of herself as a one-off; she had never considered that one of her parents could be like her. Growing up, neither of them had ever given her the impression that they were anything other than happily married. The thought of Jonjo fucking her mother was both distasteful and thrilling at the same time; distasteful because, again, for the first time in her life, it made her feel jealous. Suddenly, she was also faced with another thought. The last few days had been so hectic that it had never entered her head. She had been hoping that his exam results would be good enough to get him into university; now she realised that if he did well, it would take him away from her again. The very thought sent a shiver of fear through her as she suddenly hoped he would fail miserably. Back at home, they never reached the bedrooms. Jonjo had begun getting undressed the minute the front door closed, and Caroline followed suit. On the leather couch, she raised and opened her legs, perching her bottom on the edge as he threw a cushion on the floor and knelt in front of her, rubbing his erection against her wet twat. As he leaned forward to kiss her, his shaft slid into her well-used passage with ease. His hands, as she had quickly become accustomed to, went to her breasts, fondling her firm flesh and twisting and pulling at her nipples. He kept up a steady rhythm, fucking, and teasing her cunt as her arousal soared. In her present position, she could watch her son's cock as it slid into her pussy and was then slowly withdrawn. The sight excited her, adding to the sensations his shaft elicited as it fucked her cunt. Jonjo withdrew, his cock covered in his mother's juices and the leftovers of what had been previously deposited inside her snatch. Forcing his throbbing erection downwards, he rubbed it against her puckered entrance, already wet with lubrication. She squealed as his knob disappeared up her back passage, a look of surprise on her face. When he began fucking her arse, Caroline's hands went to her pussy, spreading her lips as fingers rubbed either side of her exposed clit. While Jonjo continued to sodomise her, she swapped from rubbing her clitoris to penetrating her cunt, three fingers roughly forcing her vagina open and then plunging into the wet sloppy internal flesh. With her climax on the cusp, his cock was withdrawn from her arse as he moved her hand and plunged it into her cunt, fucking her as fast as she'd ever been shagged; his shaft expanding her pussy every few fractions of a second as he slammed it into her. There was an explosion in her genitals, the world swimming as the wave of pleasure flooded her body and rolled like a tsunami towards her brain. Caroline went rigid for a second, her head pressing backwards as she thrust her tits and hips upwards, oblivion beckoning as her orgasm swept her away. As she drifted, she felt his cock empty itself inside her, her climax seeming to have no end while Jonjo continued to thrust into her cunt, and she hovered on the edge of darkness. Normally, within a few hours, she would be feeling horny all over again, but after her third fucking inside a short period, all she wanted to do was rest. The week off with Jonjo passed in a haze of eating, drinking, fucking, and sleeping. In a way, she was looking forward to returning to work because she was finding that her son's libido was every bit as demanding as hers and that he wanted sex with her frequently. There was another reason she was glad to be going back, and that had been their conversation about Jonjo fucking another woman while she was in the house and knew what he was doing. Caroline had an assistant, Dawn. She was either a couple of years older or perhaps younger; it was hard to tell. As far as she knew, the woman was married, but it was the number of times that Caroline had caught her gazing in her direction, the look on her face, one of longing. In the right circumstances, she may have made a play; but the office was full of men who she had used to fulfil her need when it arose. 'Did you have a nice week off?' Dawn asked. 'Yes, thanks. My son is finally home from school. We are just waiting for his exam results.' She showed her assistant several pictures of Jonjo on her phone, noticing the woman's eyes light up. Caroline waited until the end of the day, a casual remark to her assistant as she was putting her jacket on. 'Do you fancy coming to dinner one evening? It will only be me and Jonjo. Bring someone else if you would like.' She had offered her invitation in such a way that Dawn could make her own decision. If she were as interested as Caroline presumed, she could arrive alone. If not, she could bring a guest. It was the following week, a Friday night, that Dawn arrived at Caroline's home. Until she opened the door, she had no idea what to expect, delighted to find the woman was standing outside alone. What she did notice, was that, gone, were the dowdy clothes she wore at work. Dawn's top was sheer, and it was obvious in the right light, that beneath it, she was braless, a hint of the colour of her areola and nipples showing through. Her skirt, while it ended below her knees, was split at the front, nearly up to her crotch. When Caroline introduced her to Jonjo, she could see the animalistic magnetism immediately. Throughout the meal, she noticed the woman's gaze land on her son frequently. What she missed and he picked up, was the looks that Dawn was giving his mother. He was convinced she had come prepared for sex; it was just that presently, he was betting she couldn't make her mind up as to which one of them she would choose. While she cleared the plates, Jonjo poured the drinks. 'No point in beating about the bush,' he thought to himself as he handed Dawn her glass. 'You know I want to take you to bed,' he told her. If she wasn't shocked at his forwardness, she was seconds later, as he continued. 'Mum also wants to take you to bed. So, you have a choice to make. Or you could entertain us both.' Jonjo let her get a couple of drinks down her throat as they sat around and chatted. On her third drink, he sat near her on the couch. On her fourth, he had moved closer so that his hand could casually and without his mother seeing properly, rub the outside of Dawn's thigh. By now she was tipsy, her inhibitions dulled by the alcohol. Caroline was likewise feeling tipsy. Which was probably why she commented. 'I would say my son has designs on you. Such a pity you are married.' Dawn slurred her words. She was on her fifth drink and by now had lost all sense of decorum as she blurted. 'We have an open marriage. Donald sleeps with whoever he wants, and I'm allowed to do the same.' 'Do you want to sleep with me?' Jonjo asked immediately. He could see her hesitate as she looked at his mother. 'Or would you rather sleep with my mum? If I were her, I'd want to sleep with you, you're gorgeous.' 'Why don't we take fresh drinks up with us and we can both entertain her.' Caroline said seductively. The comment sobered the woman up for a second. 'Both of you, together?' Caroline smiled wickedly. 'Yeah, why not? It won't be the first time that I have slept with my son.' Suddenly, Dawn found the admission, exciting, and very erotic. The open talk about having sex already had her aroused, and the thought of watching her boss and son fucking, had her wet. The pair of them used her. She had been in the bedroom for no more than five minutes before she was topless. Dawn found herself in the middle of them both; one minute she was kissing the young man while Caroline played with her tits; the next they had changed around, and now she was kissing her boss, Jonjo playing with her breasts. Quickly, they were all naked, Dawn marvelling at the bodies of the mother and son. She felt fingers opening her vagina, Jonjo fingering her while Caroline kissed and licked her nipples. And then, it all changed. Her boss was between her legs, gaping her pussy, as her mouth was clamped against it, licking, and sucking at her clit. Dawn managed to raise herself for a moment, watching in amazement as Jonjo did the same, his mouth attached to his mother's pussy. If it hadn't been for the positions they were in, she would have kissed and sucked the erect cock her eyes were fixated on. Her arousal had escalated to a point where she needed fucking. His mother rolled to one side, and allowed her son room to mount Dawn, his shaft parting her pussy lips as it was thrust deep inside her. 'Jesus Christ! It felt so good,' she thought for a second before he commenced shagging her with a speed and ferocity that belied his age. This was no youngster, fumbling and rushed. He knew exactly what he was doing as he brought her to the edge of her climax and then abandoned her. She watched fascinated as Caroline lay supine, knees up and legs open, Jonjo changing position as his rigid manhood was thrust into his mother's pussy and he began fucking, and doing the same to her. It seemed to take him no time at all before her boss was in a similar state of arousal. 'Finish yourselves off,' he commanded. Jonjo sat and watched as the two women thrust fingers into each other's cunts, frigging frantically as each was forced from their summits into a spiralling plunge, juices flowing as they succumbed to nearly perfectly synchronised orgasms. There was no respite for Dawn. She found herself held down, the young man back between her legs, his cock back inside her cunt. She could see the lust and excitement written across his face as he slammed his dick into her over and over again. And then suddenly, her view was blocked, a wet pussy appearing above her face before being lowered to her mouth. She licked, sucked, kissed, and slavered against it, thrusting her tongue deep into its sloppy interior. The constant penetration of his cock had brought her to a point where she wanted to devour Caroline's pussy; muffled screeches reached her ears as she felt the body above her start to shudder. And then she was in a world of her own, her orgasm making it spin as she felt the sudden burst of spunk which filled her pussy. She was surprised at how quickly Jonjo recovered, and then she watched excitedly as he fucked his mum while she was having her pussy eaten. Despite her better judgement, she never did get home that night, content to fall asleep eventually with exhaustion. Dawn departed the following day, Jonjo and Caroline having the weekend together and doing what they enjoyed the most. He's already casually mentioned that he wouldn't mind repeating the encounter; he had taken a shine to the older woman. When his mum returned to work on Monday, he had got her to drop him off in town. He planned to spend the day with his grandparents, not because he hadn't seen them recently, but because Monday was the day his grandfather normally played golf and he would have his grandmother all to himself. The thought that she may be the one who was similar to his mother had aroused his curiosity. Beneath his pants he had on his swim shorts, if he could, he was going to get her into the pool. Joanne, his grandmother, was pleased to see him, as she normally was. When he asked to use the pool, she decided to join him, which was what Jonjo had hoped for. 'How has your mother been? Is she behaving herself?' 'Yeah. She has been great. No disappearing, like she used to.' In a way what he said was true; no need to elaborate and tell his grandmother what he and his mum had been doing. 'Perhaps that is what she missed gran, somebody with her all the time.' Joanne made a noise of disparagement. I don't think you being there would have stopped her. She needed to control herself...... Just like I had to.' Whether she had meant to say her final comment, or whether it had slipped out, he had no idea, but it had given him the confirmation he needed. 'So, his grandmother was just like his mum,' he thought, wondering if there was a way to bring it to the surface. 'Over the years she had certainly hidden it well.' There was nothing obvious at first, and he didn't want to make remarks that may put her on her guard. Unlike his mother, her costume was a one-piece, but it did nothing to disguise the fact that she had a decent figure. In the water, they swam several lengths of the pool before resting and then starting to mess about. The opportunity arose when he swam between her legs, something he had always done as a child. This time, although she would see it as an accident, he intentionally brushed against her vagina on his first pass. When he surfaced, Jonjo could see the instantaneous result, the two hardened protrusions of her nipples. 'Once more gran for good luck,' he said, ducking beneath the surface before she could refuse. The first had been front to back; this time he approached from behind her, brushed a little more forcefully against her pussy, and then surfaced directly in front of her. Her eyes were alive, a look he had seen before. Before she could back away, he had lifted her by her buttocks, tipping her backwards, so that her legs automatically wrapped around his hips and placing her fanny against the growing bulge in his shorts. Her arms were outstretched, helping her upper torso float even though he was taking her weight. His grandmother raised her head and stared at him. He knew she could feel his boner, and the way her chest was rising and falling rapidly, she was aroused. Jonjo gave her a minute like that, before gently lowering to her feet as he gripped both sides of her chest, his hands brushing against her breasts. 'You know, gran. You have still got what it takes.' Inches apart, her eyes were firmly locked onto his. Only now, he could hear her suppressed panting. 'Now or never,' he thought as he suddenly kissed her. He had a brief thought as their lips met, 'I'm either going to get a slap...... Or!' Joanne's sudden disposition was akin to an animal being let off its leash. Her arms went around his neck, her mouth working with his, and her body pressed firmly against him. Jonjo could hear her grunting and groaning as her tongue invaded his mouth. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her hips and mound gyrated against his expanding erection. When suddenly, Joanne came to her senses, she pulled away from the embrace, putting distance between them as she darted for the steps out of the pool. As she fled, he went after her, catching her in the kitchen, water dripping from her body, and costume. 'We must not do that. I'm your grandmother. It's not right.' She backed away from him. Unfortunately, she wasn't watching where she was going and found herself cornered against the units with nowhere to run. Jonjo closed the distance. 'Like mother, like daughter. So, it is you, she takes after. And now she has passed it on to me.' He was pressed up against her again, and there was no way she could miss the throbbing boner pressing against her mound and belly. 'I want you, gran. I want to undress you and make love to you. I want to feel your nakedness against mine.' He kissed her again, and although she feebly attempted to push him away, it wasn't with any determination or force. And then, she was making the running, her hand fumbling at the drawstring of his shorts as she forced them from his hips, and they fell to his ankles. Her hand wrapped around his cock as she teasingly tossed him off, his hands going to her breasts as he fondled and pinched her erect nipples. For years, Joanne had suppressed those feelings when they tried to consume her. Mostly, she had been faithful to her husband; he had enjoyed a fantastic sex life. There had been the odd slip, but overall, she had behaved herself and acted as the perfect wife. She couldn't understand why her daughter couldn't have done the same; it was all about self-control. But lately, her husband's libido had diminished, not surprising at their age, but hers was still going strong, and she'd had to resort to a lot of masturbating when he wasn't around. Jonjo pulled the straps from her shoulders, easing the wet costume down and exposing her breasts. They were nowhere near as large as his mother's, quite small in respect. But they were still reasonably pert, and what they lacked in size was made up for by her nipples, which seemed to be extraordinarily long. She managed to break away for a second. 'Not here. Upstairs. We had better use one of the spare rooms.' Jonjo followed her after stepping out, and picking up, his wet swim shorts. In the bedroom, Joanne removed her costume, took his shorts, and disposed of both in the en-suite. Returning, she sank to her knees and grasped his softening cock. 'Let me help you with that.' He looked down at her; the long silvery grey hair which framed a still very attractive face, and her sparkly blue eyes that looked back up at him as she opened her mouth, and her lips encompassed his knob. She licked, sucked, and kissed his cock and sack, working the flesh until he was rampant once more. She never bothered with the bed as she pulled him to the floor, straddling his hips as she slid his cock into her wet cunt. Perched over him, Jonjo watched as she bounced up and down, his shaft disappearing into her bald pussy as she moaned and giggled. Ahh. Ohhh. Yeah, yes. That's fantastic, baby. Just what I needed. Oh my god. Ooh. Yesss, fuck me.' He rolled her so that he was now between her thighs, his grandmother continuing to moan as she pleaded for more of his cock. 'Her body was superb,' he thought, leaning forward as his mouth latched onto each nipple in turn, his tongue teasing and sucking at the ample teats. Upright again, he watched his shaft penetrate her quim, the lips open and embracing his cock as he thrust it into her. She stretched, arms behind her head and her face changing constantly as her arousal mounted. The tension in her pussy was building, her climax so close as her grandson went into overdrive and fucked her rapidly, their groins smashing together as his shaft impaled her. And then she burst, squirming beneath him as he tipped her off her precipice. She was falling, her body consumed by the sensations that coursed through her, until they smashed into her brain, causing her to scream as she felt his semen fill her twat. There was no missing the fact that she was far older than his mother; the slight wrinkles that lined her face in places, as well as the back of her arms, thighs, and even her buttocks. But there was no denying that she had been a fantastic fuck. Looks, wise, even with her age, she was as equally attractive, if not more so than his mother. They had, at last, taken to the bed, and she currently rested atop him, her head on his chest. 'You are a very naughty boy. Doing that to me.' She raised her head, looked at him, and smiled. 'Though I have to admit, it was what I needed. Thank you.' Jonjo stroked her hair, the very feel of her hot flesh against him arousing him once more, his cock flexing against her belly as it started to lengthen and thicken. 'Already?' Joanne asked, raising her head, and looking slightly surprised. And then she voiced a sudden thought. 'Is this why your mother has been behaving herself?' Jonjo gave her a conspiratorial smile, dragging her farther up his body. 'I want to fuck you again. You are gorgeous.' Joanne wasn't going to refuse him as she straddled his hips and inserted his shaft. She leaned back so that he could watch as she raised and lowered her hips, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. 'I may be your grandmother, but I still know how to satisfy you.' He watched her slim body, still a trace of her abdominal muscles showing, as she flexed. She smiled, and then her face changed to one of rapture, her eyes fluttering as she moaned loudly and hung her head. When her arms grew tired, she leaned forward, her small tits hanging above him. He delighted in the sight of her nipples, toying with them and watching her face change again to one of exhilaration. When he sensed that she was slowing, he gripped her buttocks, holding her aloft as he thrust his hips upwards, and impaled her pussy. She was far more vocal than his mother; cries of pleasure followed demands of what he should do to her. The language was coarse, and that in itself was arousing as he increased his momentum. Joanne was now along for the ride as he fucked her rapidly. Her climax was stupendous this time. He had teased and fucked her until she could take no more and had then rammed his shaft into her ferociously until her orgasm whisked her away to realms where she floated deliriously. Laying on top of him once more as he stroked her back and buttocks, she asked again. 'Are you the reason your mother is behaving herself?' 'You could say that gran.' The sound echoed in his chest. 'What about you? Could I persuade you not to behave quite as much?' He asked. 'My darling boy. If I'd had known it would be this satisfying, I would have relented a lot earlier.' She laughed saucily at her own admittance. It had become a struggle for her; she wasn't getting anywhere near enough sex. But with her grandson, she could feel a new lease of life beckoning. He was home before his mother returned, the table laid, and their meal in the oven. Afterwards and with the table cleared, they talked. 'How do you think you did in your exams? She wanted to know. Now that they had reconnected in more ways than one, she felt miserable at the prospect of him disappearing. 'I think I did well enough to get the grades I needed.' It was the last thing, Caroline wanted to hear. 'Let's just wait until I get them before we make any plans. You never know...... I may have failed miserably. Now, how about an hour's television, and then bed? I would dearly love to abuse that beautiful body of yours.' It was surprising how quickly his summer break passed. Each evening and night he spent in bed with his mother, Dawn had also been invited to their house again, several times. Once a week at least, he went over to his grandparents and fucked his grandmother. Her appetite for sex was as equally demanding as his mother was. And then one morning, a large brown envelope popped through their letterbox. Jonjo had left it on the side until she returned home that evening. 'Do you want to open it?' He asked her. Caroline shook her head as her stomach lurched. 'No. They are your results. You open them.' Jonjo ripped the envelope and removed the sheaf of papers as he leafed through them. 'I've passed. Mostly A's and a couple of B's, enough to get into university.' 'Which one have you chosen?' Caroline felt like crying. This was the moment she had been dreading lately. When he told her, she was dumbstruck for a moment. 'But that's in the city where I work. It's only......' He grinned at her. 'I made the decision that I had been away long enough. So, I put the one in the city, as my first choice. It means you can drop me off each day and then perhaps give me a lift home each evening.' 'You know what else it means?' He gave her a lecherous look as she dashed for the stairs, undressing as she went. Caroline knew exactly what it meant as her heart bounded, and her pussy ignited.

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