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"Do you want to ride my Daddy's hog?"

"I'd rather ride yours, Molly. Isn't your father going to be riding his Harley this weekend?"

"No Sarah, his butt hole hurts too much, so he told me."

"I told you not to do him with your strap-on," I joked.

"Yeah right, like I could really pin that brute down and fuck him in the ass. He had some sort of prostate procedure the other day and can't sit down. So he said we can use his Harley."

My cousin Molly and I stood in her driveway chatting. I hadn't seen her for years until this May when her family moved back to the states. Her father recently retired from the Army, and he had been stationed overseas for most of his military career.

Molly and I had become very close in a couple months. Very close. In fact, I had been wondering lately if I was a lesbian instead of bisexual. Molly and her father and brother got me hooked on Harley's at the beginning of the summer. I didn't have one of my own, but they let me ride theirs. I did get take the motorcycle test and get licensed.

"Well Sarah, where do you want to go? It's our last weekend before we both head back to school. Let's end our summer vacation with a bang!"

"Why don't you get online, Molly, and see what motorcycle rallies are going on?"

She did. "Hey, we missed Bikers for Boobies and also Bare Butts Bike Rally, but Hooters on Scooters this weekend in Intercourse sounds interesting."

"Oh, I know where Intercourse is."

"And just where is Intercourse?" She giggled.

"It's near Bird-in-Hand, Blue Ball, and Paradise. Seriously. And not far from Phoenixville where that xxx college is that my parents wanted me to attend. Thank the Lord I went to State instead! What does it say about the rally and how much does it cost?"

"The name of the biker club hosting the rally is Poontang Posse."

"What does poontang mean?"

"Dunno. Sounds like some Indian word." Molly read excerpts from the ad. "Biker party. All profits from the party and donations go to Fisher House Foundation, which helps wounded soldiers' families. $25 a person or $40 a couple per day. Bring your sleeping bag because this is going to be an old school party with music, food, drink, vendors, and a drive-in showing some of your favorite biker movies from the 60's. Contests for best scooters and contests for best hooters. Hot babes who ride their own hogs and agree to participate in the wet T-shirt contest are admitted for free."

"I like the 'free' part."

"Me too. Let's go up to my closet and pick out our riding duds. I have some sweet leather stuff. And T-shirts, we need lots of T-shirts. You know, in case the ones we are wearing get wet or something." She giggled again.

"Well, you ride your Daddy's Fatboy and I'll ride your Sportster. His hog is too big for me to handle, and I'm not an experienced biker like you. Besides, it makes too much damn noise. It will take us about five hours to get to Intercourse."

"Five hours to get to Intercourse? Wow, that's a lot of foreplay! I wish I could find a boyfriend who takes fives hours to get to intercourse." She giggled one more time.

* * *

Molly and I both had to work on Friday and left immediately thereafter. We got to the rally around 10:00 p.m.

A half dozen members of the Poontang Posse were manning the gate, collecting admissions, and providing information on the festivities. We pulled up next to the biggest biker among them.

"A couple hardbellies," he greeted. He looked over Molly's hog, and Molly, in admiration. "Hooker headers," he muttered.

"We are not hookers!" I objected.

"He's talking about the exhaust system," Molly corrected. "Named after Gary Hooker."

He inspected Molly's hog even closer after she got off.

Molly elaborated. "1993 custom-built Fatboy. S & S rods and pistons. Edelbrock hand-ported heads. Sifton 141 cam, PM 4-piston real caliper. Lepera bare-bones solo seat with gel pack, Merch performance case, Truett & Osborn flywheels, S & S Super-E with thunderjet, Dyna 2000 ignition and single-fire coils, Pro-1 billet forward controls, and Avon Super Venoms."

"That's a righteous scoot," he admitted. Then he looked at my ride. "I wouldn't be caught dead on a sissy bike like yours."

"Hey, the color is Cherry Red Sunglo and it matches my lipstick and nail polish," I snarled.

"So you girls love dick?" he asked, staring at the lettering on our T-shirts, or our nipples, since neither of us wore bras under the really tight shirts.

"Dude, this is a football shirt," I protested. Please note that under 'I Love (heart) Dick' in the big black letters is 'LeBeau' in little gold letters. Dick LeBeau is the Pittsburgh Steelers defensive coordinator."

"Football is for pansies. We'll be playing some games like Balling for Dollars you might like better. My name is Spike, and I'm president of Poontang Posse. Are you an old lady?" he asked me. "You look like an old lady, Red."

"Dude, I usually get carded in bars," I snapped.

"An 'old lady' is the wife or steady girlfriend of a club member," Molly said, raising an eyebrow. "You better let me do the talking, Sarah."

"Maybe you pull trains?" Spike inquired hopefully.

"With this little bike I'm riding?" I asked seriously.

"Sarah, shut up!" Molly demanded.

Now I was really getting angry. Both of them were looking at me like I was a retard.

"So mama, where's your patch?" he directed at me.

"First of all, I am not a mother. And my patch is between my legs, not that you'll ever see it."

Molly gently spun Spike around and pointed at the 22 patch on the back of Spike's sleeveless vest. "That patch means he has done time in prison. And a 'mama' is a girl available for sex with any and all club members."

"You're a knockout, Blondie," Spike complimented, "and you look real familiar. Did we ever hook up?"

"As if!" I blurted, giving him a look to kill.

"I did a modeling gig in a bikini on a Harley," Molly explained. "My pics are all over the internet. You know, MySpace, biker websites, calendars, and the like."

"Hey, maybe you can do a pic for me on my hog." He groped his crotch and grinned lewdly.

"As if!" I shouted.

"I'm talking about my 1966 FLH with the sidecar sitting right over there, bitch." He pointed at his Harley. "The reason for the sidecar is so that the bimbo riding with me can just lean over and blow me. I mean, how are you gonna get a hummer when the babe is up behind you? You're hot stuff too, Red, but that smart-ass mouth of yours needs stuffed with pork so you shut the fuck up."

"Let's go, Sarah, before you get yourself in big trouble," Molly insisted. "They're showing some movies over there at that drive-in thing they have set up. I love those biker flicks from the 60s."

"You have to pay first," Spike insisted.

"Hey, we read your ad online," I responded snottily. "If we agree to participate in the wet T-shirt contest, we don't have to pay."

"You have to qualify for the wet T-shirt contest," Spike replied with a smirk. "So let's see the merchandise. Free those puppies."

"Free those puppies? We're not with PETA, asshole."

"Sarah, he wants a peek at our boobies. Just lift up the front of your T-shirt like I'm doing."

"Nice hooters, Blondie!" he shouted at her. The other members of the club gaped at the extraordinary mammary display. "Now let's see your starter buttons, Red." I followed Molly's example. "Hot damn, now there are some weapons of mass arousal! Oh yeah, those jugs will do just fine. Not only do you girls get in free, you get free drinks. Here's some tickets. Just give them to the vendors who are cruising the crowds. The wet T-shirt contest starts at midnight. I'll be seeing you two later. Your tits anyway."

We rode off toward the drive-in, parked our bikes, and took our sleeping xxx to the viewing area to sit on.

Within minutes a vendor approached us. "What's your poison, foxy ladies?" he asked.

"What kind of beer do you have?" I asked.

"Do you want a Pihl's?"

"No way, that stuff tastes like rat piss. You got Bud Light Lime?"

"Yeah, I got a couple of those. That's what all the babes ask for. Keeping the bod in shape for the wet T-shirt contest, I guess. Nobody wants Pihl's."

"Here, we have free tickets for the beer."

He handed us each a beer. "Do you want Jack?" he inquired.

"I suppose you're Jack," I growled.

"He is talking about Jack Daniels," Molly said, shaking her head at me. "Yeah, give us some shots, dude," she said to the vendor as she gave him more tickets. He poured us each a big shot in a plastic cup.

"I think he wants to get us drunk so we get wild and crazy," I observed matter-of-factly.

"Works for me!" Molly exclaimed, winking. Then she giggled, of course.

We settled with our sleeping xxx to xxx the movies. Something called She-Devils on Wheels was playing.

"This is one weird flick," I critiqued.

"Oh, I love this movie!" Molly declared emphatically. "I mean, an all-female gang called the Maneaters? Now that's funny! I've seen this movie a dozen times, and it always turns me on. Let's take our sleeping xxx to way in the back and make out."

We went behind all the people watching the movie and spread out our sleeping xxx. Nobody paid us any attention, and it was real dark back there.

"Oh my God, Molly, your hands are so cold!"

"Yeah, from the beer, but they'll be warm soon enough. You want me to run my fingers up your legs. You want me to touch your breasts. You want me to touch you all over. You want me to make love to you. Don't you, Sarah?"

"I want you, Molly, and you want me."

Molly kissed me. So soft but sensuous. Tender but bold. We helped each other off with our clothes as we continued to kiss and pet.

"Sarah, kissing you is like kissing an angel. Not like kissing a guy at all." She played with my hair, running her fingers through it over and over. "Your hair is so beautiful. I wish I had red hair like yours. "And I just love this little patch of red hair you have down here," Molly murmured sweetly as she teased it with her fingers. "It makes your muffin look so cute."

"Yours is so smooth," I purred back as I felt it. "I'll do you first. You did me first last time."

My head began to descend downward on Molly's body. First those incredible nipples. I could have played with them all night with my tongue and lips. And then her belly button. She pushed me away. "You're tickling me!" she protested, but then she pushed my head lower.

"Oh, so you do want me to eat you," I jibed.

I kissed and nibbled the inside of her thighs until she begged, "Eat me, Sarah! Please eat me!"

I ran my tongue between her inner and out labia on one side, as I held the two together with my lips. I did the other side. Then I fucked her pussy with my tongue. I spread her outer lips with my hand, and with my tongue pointed and stiff, gently flicked here and there. Her clit peeked out. I gave it a quick little suck and then let it go. It got bigger. I softly sucked on her clit, as I flicked my tongue over and around it.

"Harder, Sarah!" she urged. "Faster! I'm getting close!"

Doing it more aggressively, I could tell from previous experience with Molly that this would soon produce an intense orgasm. Her clit throbbed in my mouth. I rolled my tongue into a tube around the shaft of her clit and slid it up and down, making my tongue like a little pussy for her clit to fuck.

"Oh yeah . . . ohhhhh yeah . . . oh fuck . . . ahhhhh," she moaned over and over as she shook her pretty blonde head wildly.

Molly was right on the edge. Her legs shuddered. Then she lost it, squeezing her thighs against the sides of my face as she screamed, "Oh my fucking God!" repeatedly. But I did didn't stop. No, I made her cum twice more. Finally, Molly pulled my head away.

"Thank you, Sarah. That was incredible. Wonderful. Now I'm going to give you a xxx thrill or two or three, like you did me."

Afterwards we cuddled on the sleeping xxx, oblivious to everything around us but each other. "I can't believe nobody heard us muffing each other," Molly remarked. "Well, the movie is real loud."

"Molly, are we lesbians?"

"Oh hell no, Sarah. I plan on getting married one day and having babies."

"I think we might be lesbians, Molly."

"We are not lesbians!"

"How can you be so sure?"

"Hey, I'll prove it to you. Trust me."

"Well, it's midnight—time for the wet T-shirt contest."

"Fuck that. I'm so tired of being portrayed as a sex object. Let's go take a walk and find out what else is going on around this place."

We did. There were all sorts of contests going on, most of which we thought we could win. Then we saw one where we were certain.

"I'm going to enter that blow job contest, Sarah," Molly announced. "The sign says the winner gets some cool sex toys and related items. Look, they are sitting on that table. A strap-on harness, restraint equipment, massage oils, butt plugs, lube, chocolate body sauce, and assorted vibrators. Wow, all that stuff must be worth at least a thousand bucks. Just think of all the fun we'll have with it!"

The referee explained the rules. Every girl was assigned a partner by random drawing. The first girl who could get her man to cum was the winner.

"What's your name, dude?" Molly asked her partner. "I like to know who I'm sucking off."

"They call me Dallas," he answered, lowering his leather pants in anticipation of what was soon to come, mainly him. No underwear, and he already had a big boner.

"I hate the Cowboys!" I shouted belligerently. "Maybe you shouldn't blow him, Molly. That's like sacrilegious or something, a Steeler fan sucking off a Cowboys fan."

"I'm not a Cowboys fan," he corrected, "I'm a Browns fan."

"That's even worse!" I roared, shaking my head in disgust.

"Sarah, would you shut up already?" Molly demanded. "Look, you're making his dick limp. I want to win this contest!"

"Whatever," I muttered in resignation.

"I think Dallas needs a blow job," Molly cooed. "Dallas needs a blow job real bad, don't you, honey?"

"Uh . . . yeah . . . I do."

"Would you like me suck your cock, Dallas?"

"I sure would, babe. You got a pretty mouth."

"Molly ran her tongue over her lips to get them good and wet. With her lips firmly wrapped around his big swollen cock head and part of the shaft, she gently flicked the top of his cock with her tongue, fluttering it up and down the tip.

"Ahhhh . . . ohhhhh . . . oh yeah . . . ohhhhh . . ." he began to groan loudly.

I could tell he wasn't going to last long. "Molly doesn't mind premature ejaculation when she's giving head, dude," I said as sarcastically as I could.

"Sarah, shut the fuck up!" Molly snapped. She quickly pulled her "I Love Dick" T-shirt over her head and off. "This does not mean that I don't love dick. Dallas honey, would you like to cum in my mouth? Would you like to shoot a big load down my throat and all over my face and tits?"

"Oh yeah, baby, you got that right."

Dallas pulled Molly's head down on him, as she deep-throated him while she pulled his ass cheeks to her. "I want your cum, Dallas, give it to me," she paused momentarily to urge. Then she put one finger in his asshole and caressed his balls as she went back to deep-throating him enthusiastically.

Suddenly Dallas screamed and shuddered as he blew a huge load down Molly's throat. She swallowed as much as she could, and then pulled him out and let his still spitting cock finish on her face, lips, and tongue. It dripped down on her breasts.

Molly stood and looked around. Every other girl was still on her knees and still had a dick in her mouth. Molly went up to the table and grabbed up the sex toys. "Let's blow this place," she said with a self-satisfied smirk, and then she giggled uncontrollably. When she composed herself she exclaimed, "See, I'm not a lesbian!"

"Just because you sucked some dude's dick doesn't prove you're not a lesbian," I protested.

"It doesn't? Well, just what do I have to do to convince you?"

"Let's see you fuck some dude, and like it."

"I can do that. But I have to get stoned first."

"Stoned? You're already drunk."

"Me? You're not exactly sober, Sarah. And why don't you go fuck some dude and like it? You're the one who is suffering from high anxiety about being a lesbian."

"I just might do exactly that. But first, I have to get really stoned."

"See that guy over there with the guitar who looks like a hippie from the 60s? I bet he has some good weed."

We approached the Jimi Hendrix wannabe, and Molly negotiated a deal. "See these tickets?" she said as she stuck them in his face. "We get free weed with these, according to Spike, the president of Poontang Posse."

"Well, I'm a member of Poontang Posse, and if Spike said it, it must be true," our soon- to-be favorite drug dealer responded. "Here's a couple of big fat joints for each of you."

I grabbed them from him. "She just had a big fat joint," I snarled, pointing at Molly. "These are mine!"

But I shared them with Molly after we found a secluded spot in a wooded area where we could smoke them in peace.

Just as we finished smoking ourselves into nirvana, and started groping one another, a really strange-looking individual interrupted us. Actually, he looked like Jesus, and he was carrying a Bible.

He approached us and began to read aloud from the Bible. I recognized the verses as being from the last part of the first chapter of Romans. "For the women exchanged the natural function for that which is unnatural, and in the same way also the men abandoned the natural function of the women and burned in their desire toward one another."

"What is a preacher doing at a biker rally?" I questioned.

"This is where the sinners are. I'm the chaplain for Poontang Posse. Repent you harlots! Lesbianism! Lesbianism caused men to turn to one another for sexual gratification. Repent!"

"You are the chaplain for Poontang Posse?" I asked incredulously. "I never would have figured them for religious types."

"I sure am. Why, I baptized them all over there in the creek. I baptized them naked. They didn't want to get their leather all wet."

"So preacher, tell me this, do you know all about the Rapture?" Molly inquired, becoming very interested in this guy.

"Of course I do."

"Well, why don't you and I take a walk down to the creek," she suggested. "You can baptize me naked and then we'll see if you can bring about a rapture."

"Well, I'm up for doing whatever I can for a lost soul," he replied, as the expression on his face turned from one of piety to lust.

"Sarah, I'm going to fuck this preacher silly," Molly whispered to me. "I'll show him, and you, I'm not a lesbian. While I'm busy bone dancing with him, why don't you go get us more tickets for freebies from Spike. We're all out."

I nodded, and walked away to find the president of Poontang Posse.

Soon I found Spike. He was presiding over the Balling for Dollars game he had mentioned. The action had yet to begin, and he was waving around two handfuls of hundred dollar bills.

"Hey Red, you wanna play?" he called out to me, as he pushed away the throng of bare-breasted babes who grabbed at the xxx he was holding.

"Oh hell," I muttered mostly to myself, "I might as well make some money for proving I'm not a lesbian."

"You'd look good with all this green," he said matter-of-factly. "I got more if this isn't enough. I'll pay whatever you want for shagging your hot ass."

"Yeah, I guess so. I need to make some bread so I can xxx my own Harley. The one I'm riding belongs to Molly, the girl who is with me. She is riding her father's bike."

"I have just the Harley for you, Red! See that Softail over there?" He pointed. "I just finished reconditioning it. It's a girl's bike too, but not as sissy as a Sportster. Did you ever take it up the back door before?"



"Huh?"

"Anal sex, babe. Did you ever get it in the poop chute?"

"Uh . . . no, and I don't think I want to. Don't you do it the regular way?"

"I dig butt-fucking. Brings back fond memories of when I was in prison. You bend over for me and let me stick it in your heiny hole, and that Softail is yours, honey. I'll get me some soft tail, and you'll get a Softail." He guffawed, thoroughly amused with himself.

"You promise it won't hurt?"

"Sure, I promise. I'll use lube."

"Well, let's go find some privacy. I don't want anyone seeing me squeal like a stuck pig."

We took my sleeping bag and walked into the woods.

"Where is your friend?" Spike asked as we looked for a good spot to do the deed.

"Oh, she went off with your chaplain. He told us he baptized all the members of Poontang Posse naked in the creek."

"Did the preacher tell you I'm hung like a horse?"

"No, he didn't mention that."

"Yeah, well I am, and my baloney pony is gonna be spreading your sweet cheeks real soon now, Red." He laughed manically. "You won't be able to sit down on your new Harley!"

"You said it wouldn't hurt!"

"Just kidding, babe."

"There's a nice flat open area." I pointed, and we headed over there. We spread the sleeping bag.

"What's in that other bag you brought?" Spike asked.

"Did you bring lube?"

"Uh . . . I guess I forgot it."

"Figures."

"Hey, we didn't use no lube in prison."

"Did you ever take it in the ass in prison?"

"Hell no! What, you think I'm gay?" He glared at me.

"No, I don't, and please don't yell at me. I dumped the contents of the bag out. "Molly won all this stuff for finishing first in the blow job contest. Well, actually her partner finished first, if you get my drift. Wouldn't you rather have a blow job than fucking me in the ass?"

"No way! Now let's have a look at that red hot ass of yours, Red."

I wiggled out of my denim cut-offs and slipped down my thong and kicked it away. He turned me around and squeezed my ass cheeks roughly. "Buns of steel! Oh yeah, you got one great ass, honey. Let me get my clothes off so we can get down to the corn holing." As he stripped off his leather I examined some of the sex equipment.

"Hmmm, I wonder exactly how this works," I questioned, as I puzzled over one item. "It's called a Hog Tie. I need to know for when my friend Molly and I play with this stuff later. I mean, I don't want to look stupid, now do I? Let me see if I can put this on you, Spike, just for practice."

"Forget it. I want to get down to business. Look, my cock is hard as a rock, and it wants to rock your bung hole."

"Then you forget it! I don't want your stupid Harley. I'm going back."

He grabbed me by the arm. "You're not going anywhere, bitch! Not until I drill your rose bud."

I brushed off his hand and backed up a few feet. "I'll run. You're a lot older than me and you have a beer belly. Not to mention you're a chain smoker. You'll never catch me."

Spike contemplated that momentarily and realized it was true. "Okay, okay, put that stupid stuff on me, but hurry the fuck up. My one-eyed monkey wants to spit in your brown eye."

It took about ten minutes but I got him all hog-tied up. I pushed him on his stomach.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing now?" he asked, beginning to look a little worried.

I strapped the harness around my waist and thighs. "Wow, this is silk and it really feels good. I hope it feels good for you too, Spike." I attached the purple silicone dildo. "I hope this big purple dick feels good for you too, Spike."

"No! You wouldn't!"

"Hey, you were going to do it to me. Now let's get you ready."

I liberally applied the Maximus lube to the tool and my fingers.

"No, please don't!" he pleaded. Then he started to cry. "I'm sorry I called you a bitch."

"You're the bitch—my bitch. Oh c'mon Spike, a big bad biker whining and crying like a baby? What would your pals in Poontang Posse say? Now you just hush up and take it like a man."

"Please please, don't do it!" He was really blubbering now.

I began to probe his anal opening with my fingers. I pushed them in around three inches and located his prostate. "Oh, I found the target. I'll be hitting this spot with my dick real soon."

I got up behind him and stuck the head of the purple dick inside his hole.

"Yeow!" he squealed.

"You got to relax, Spike. Push out as if you're trying to have a bowl movement, and that will relax your sphincter."

"No!"

"You do what I say, or I'll just ram it up your ass as hard as I can."

He began to do as instructed, as I slowly slipped the dick inside him little by little until I got it all the in.

"You know, that doesn't feel all that bad," he said softly with a big sigh.

"Yeah, well it's going to feel real good in a minute here, for me anyway. Did I mention that there is a bullet vibe in the pouch of this harness? I'll be getting a real good buzz when I start humping you like crazy, like you wanted to do to me."

I reached around and grabbed his huge cock with one hand as I steadied the purple dildo with my other hand and thrust my hips rhythmically, as I fucked his ass real good.

Spike began to scream in pain, but it soon turned to moans and groans of pleasure.

* * *

An hour later I returned to the drive-in area. Molly was watching another movie.

"What's this flick?" I asked.

"Shanty Tramp. A sleazy evangelist puts the move on a small-town slut. She cock-teases the leader of a biker gang and then rejects him. Then she puts the move on this black kid, and her daddy catches them doing the dirty. Of course, she cries rape and—"

"Molly, you were right!" I interrupted, "we are not lesbians!"

"Sarah, please be quiet until this movie is over."

Fifteen minutes later we heard loud claps of thunder and saw incredible lightning bolts crackle in the sky. The drive-in movie screen went blank.

"Damn, just when it was getting good," Molly complained. "So what did you mean when you said we are not lesbians?"

"You fucked that preacher, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"And I just fucked Spike."

"As if!"

"Really. I put on the strap-on you won and fucked him in the ass."

"He let you do that?"

"Not exactly. I had him in that Hog Tie thingy you also won. But he liked it so much, he gave me my very own Harley! Although I had to promise I'll chauffer him around in his Harley for the rest of the rally. He'll be riding in the sidecar sitting on a donut cushion."

"Oh, that's so hot! Hey, we might as well do each other while we are waiting for the movie to come back on. To celebrate that we're not lesbians!" She started to giggle again.

"We're gonna get wet," I mentioned, looking up at the sky.

"I'm already wet just thinking about it, aren't you?"

I checked. "Yeah, I'm real wet. Maybe we are lesbians."

"Sarah, you worry too much!"

Before I get into the story of what happened between my son and me, you need to know a little bit about me. My name is Deb and I'm 39 years old, though everyone thinks I'm younger. I have long, raven black hair and crystal blue eyes. I've always felt good about my body, which I have worked hard to keep in good shape.

Anyway. I was raised in a strict, fundamentalist family in the Midwest. Nevertheless, I've always had this penchant for sex. I must have only been four or five when I discovered the pleasure of rubbing myself and would look forward to playing with myself every night, though I was deathly afraid of being found out. In my family, sex was never discussed. It was always considered a shameful topic, so I kept my nightly ritual and sexual thoughts to myself.

With two older, very rebellious brothers, I was the compliant child. I was the "good girl." I hate that label, but I've been stuck with it my whole life. I was always the "good girl." My brothers would smoke and drink and get their girlfriends pregnant, but not me. Deborah was always the little angel. They would freak if they knew what their little angel thought about. They could keep me from dating, dancing, listening to rock music, or any of the other activities they deemed "evil" but they couldn't shackle my mind. I had a very active fantasy life.

I remember when we'd go on vacation and would stay in the same hotel room. I would always try to sneak a peek of my dad's penis or my brothers. Occasionally I did and found it so hot to think about them in sexual ways. But it was always fantasy.

Because of my overbearing parents and compliant nature, I never dated in high school and went off to the same Bible College my dad went to. They were very strict there, too. I soon met my husband, Jonathon. Jonathon was, and is, a sweet guy. He is very kind and I love him. On the surface, we were the perfect match. Jonathon was dashing and was always the "good boy." He never did anything wrong and was headed into the ministry. My parents were overjoyed when we were quickly engaged and married.

Of course, I had looked forward to married life. Finally, I would have sex whenever I wanted it and it would be okay. It quickly became apparent that this would not be the case. Jonathon was awkward and shy. I tried to let him know that I was willing to do anything sexually that he wanted to do – but he let me know that what I suggested was "dirty" and "disgusting." Sex became infrequent and when we did have sex it was in bed – in the dark – under the covers. It has always been the same. Kiss – Kiss – feel – feel – climb on – thrust – thrust – cum – roll off and fall asleep. I would always wait until Jonathon was asleep and sneak into the bathroom to finger fuck myself to orgasm.

It was disappointing, but we had two beautiful children. Sara came 10 months after we were married. Ten months later, David was born. I quit school to take care of the babies while Jonathon finished school. He was soon the minister of a small town church and I became the preacher's wife. Of course, I was such a "good girl" that I played the part very well. I've played it well for 19 years. I play the merry hostess. I sing in the choir. I run the Sunday School committee. My husband is still sweet and straight and boring.

If the people of our church only knew that I picture them in every conceivable sexual situation. I sit in the choir and look out at the congregation. I fantasize about what it would be like to fuck different men. I've fantasized about keeping some of the young boys after Sunday School to give them a lesson they'll never forget. I've fantasized about having them men's quartet gang-bang me – all of their cocks pushing into every one of my holes. Even though it's hard for me to admit, I've even fantasized about having sex with women in the congregation. There are a few young mothers who I absolutely have the hots for. I've pictured us getting together for the Nursery Committee meeting and ending up in a wild Sapphic orgy.

Then there's my son. David has always been a sweet kid. I've always felt a special relationship with him. He's like me. He's so sweet and so compliant. I had the normal mixture of feelings as he grew. I had to fight off the sexual feelings I had when breastfeeding. I've admired his growing body and fought off occasional thoughts that would come into my mind like they did with my father and brothers.

Of course, nothing happened. I would never bring myself to do anything. They were just thoughts. However, when David was 16 I was deep cleaning his room and found a sex magazine under his mattress. I was shocked at first and wondered what I should do. Then I began to think how hypocritical it would be for me to punish David for having the same sexual desires that I had. To be honest, I flipped through the magazine and became very wet as I looked at the pictures of people fucking. I'd never seen a magazine like this up close and I had to admit that it turned me on. I masturbated several times that day in my son's room before replacing the magazine.

It was at this time that we got a computer and my husband got an on-line service to keep in touch with seminary friends and download sermons he could use. Our children were never allowed to get on-line, of course. But I soon learned how to get on line and my curiosity led me to many erotic sites. I would wait for Jonathon and the kids to leave in the morning so I could get on-line. I began reading stories like you find on this site and my sexuality began grow more and more.

I couldn't get the thought of David jacking off to his sex magazine out of my mind. I must confess that I couldn't control the thoughts. I would catch David looking at my body as I would walk past him. I would instantly get wet and more than once I went to the bathroom to frig dripping cunt to climax.

That was two years ago. I found myself doing little things just to tease David. Jonathon never responded to any kind of sexy lingerie or outfit, but I went out and bought some silky, lacy underwear just for David. I would wear a lacy black bra under my blouse. When David got home from school I would unbutton an extra button or two and then serve David an after school snack, letting him get a peek down my blouse. I found myself not locking the bathroom door, secretly hoping that David would accidentally barge in. A few times, I would check the bathroom door while David was showering to see if he had locked it (unfortunately he always did). I started wrapping a towel around myself after a shower and walking to my room to get dressed just so David could see me. I often saw the bulge in his pants that these efforts of mine created.

David is now eighteen and a senior in high school. Sara is off at her first year in college. Just last month Jonathon announced that he was going to a week-long conference in another state. That left David and I home alone for a week. The weeks before Jonathon left I couldn't help but think about David's young cock. He was so much like me – I know that he had to be thinking about sex all the time. I had developed several on-line friendships with people who were in sexual relationships with their family members. I kept thinking about the possibilities.

The first night Jonathon was gone, I put on my sexiest bra and panties and a white cotton pajama teddy that was fairly sheer and form fitting. David was in the living room watching TV and I went in to xxx with him. I could tell that he was having a hard time concentrating on the TV. I felt his eyes on me and I could hardly keep from smiling. My heart was pounding. Thoughts and doubts raced through my mind, but I was determined to turn my fantasies into reality.

I got up to make David his favorite snack. I brought it into the living room and bent over to give him his pop and brownie. I knew my pajama top was totally gaping to give him a peek at my 49 DD breasts. My nipples were achingly hard and I wondered if he could notice. I played innocent (I'm good at that) and just smiled at him. "Here you go, honey. I love you."

"Thanks, mom." He said.

I tussled his hair playfully and went over to the couch where I lay down so that he could catch a peek up my pajamas. I pretended to xxx TV, but I knew that he was doing everything to look at me. The bulge in his pants was obviously growing and he ashamedly tried to cover it.

I took a deep breath. Was I going to go through with this? My mind raced. My heart pounded. It was now or never. I took another deep breath to try and calm my beating heart.

I stood up and went back to David's room. He remained in the living room watching TV. I felt under the bed and pulled out the magazine. I opened it up and laid it on the bed.

"David Come here please" I said. My voice quaked with nerves and fear. But it was too late. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but this desire to fulfill a lifetime of lurid desires had taken over.

David walked in the room and stopped with horror as he saw the magazine.

"Mom…I…uh…" he stammered with total shame and fear.

"Stop. David, look at me." I said.

He looked at me slowly. Shame was in his eyes. I knew that shame.

"David. I know what you're feeling. Our family has never been good at being honest about sex, have we?" I tried to smile at him as warmly and lovingly as I could.

"No." he said quietly as he looked into my eyes.

"David. Honey. I know how you feel. I have the same sexual feelings you do."

He looked at me curiously.

"I've always thought about sex. I think about it all the time. Just like you. I've been finger fucking myself since I was a little girl. I still finger fuck myself all the time while I fantasize about all sorts of things," I said. My heart was still pounding. My voice was still quaking, but it began to get easier.

"You like jacking off to these pictures, don't you?" I asked.

David didn't move.

"It's okay, David. We love each other. I want to be honest with each other. I'll be honest with you. These pictures turn me on. I found this magazine two years ago. I masturbated several times after I found it. I left it under the mattress because I liked thinking about you enjoying them and masturbating, too. I'm assuming you masturbate."

David finally began to smile. "Yeah. I do," he kind of giggled.

"Every day, right?" I asked with a knowing smile.

He nodded and I nodded with him as we both now laughed. "It's okay, baby. I know I don't want you to be ashamed of it. I want you to enjoy your sexuality. Come here"

I put my arms out and David came over to hug me. We embraced and I held my son tight. I pressed myself against him. I know he could feel my heart pounding against his chest. I pressed my hips against him and felt the bulge in his pants. Neither of us moved for a long time. We were both thinking the same thing. I knew that I had to make the first move.

I pushed David down on the bed and he looked up at me. I peeled off my pajamas and revealed my bra and panties. David swallowed hard and looked up at me.

"Is this okay?" I whispered.

"Yeah" he said.

"Shall we stop thinking about sex and actually make our fantasies come true?" I asked with a sexy smile.

"Yeah" David nodded with a smile.

I stripped off my bra and panties and enjoyed the lustful gaze my son gave me. I then reached down and unbuttoned his pants. I helped him out of his jeans and boxers and gasped as his hard cock popped up at me.

"It's beautiful, David." I said as I grabbed his cock. It was. I couldn't believe it, but David was more endowed that his father. His cock was large and thick and perfectly proportioned.

"Ohhhhh mom" David groaned as I squeezed his cock. I know it was the first time anyone had touched his cock. It was too much. Thick streams of cum began to spurt from the cock head. "Ohhhhhhh." David groaned. I could tell he was embarrassed at coming so quickly.

"It's okay, David. Your cock is beautiful." I said. He just lay there blushing with his eyes closed. I felt this powerful feeling of sexual freedom and control. The door of my sexuality was finally cracking open and I was going to enjoy it. "David? Look at me" I quietly demanded.

David looked down at me kneeling between his legs. I still held his wonderful cock as it throbbed. His cum dripped down across my hand and coated his cock and belly. I held his gaze as I lowered my mouth and licked his cock from the bottom of the shaft to the cock head. His prick twitched in response and more cum spurted out. I savored the thick, salty sperm and gave my son a show as I let him see the cum on my tongue. My husband would never let me suck his cock or drink his cum, but I had occasionally tasted his cum on my fingers when I'd finger fuck myself after he came inside me.

I determined to be the uninhibited slut for my son that I'd always known was inside me. The cyber slut who looked at filthy pictures and finger fucked herself to orgasm reading lurid stories on the Internet. There was some connection between us. I knew that he was just like me. I knew that we would share this sexual connection and be completely open with each other.

We just stared at each other as I licked up every drop of his cum. "Mmmmmm. I love it, David. I love your cum. Do you mind?"

"No mom" he said.

I looked at him and smiled. "Don't be afraid, David. I want you to be completely open with me. We're going to enjoy each other completely. I want you to feel free to do anything you want and tell me what you want. Okay?"

"Okay." He said.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but nothing is off limits as long as we both agree, okay?" I asked.

"Okay." He agreed.

I climbed up on the bed and hovered over him. "Have you ever tasted your own cum?" I asked lustfully.

He shook his head. I lowered my face to his and kissed him deeply. I pressed my tongue into his mouth and he readily accepted it. We kissed lustfully as he tasted his own salty cum on my tongue. I felt his young hands wandering all over my naked body and waves of electricity rushed through me. I couldn't believe this was happening. It was so powerful, so wonderful and so unbelievable. His hands played with my tits – the same tits that gave him milk when he was a baby. He reached down to feel my meticulously trimmed pussy and he felt the dripping wetness between my legs.

"You're really wet" he said.

"You made me that way, baby. What do you want? I'll do anything. Name it"

"I want to suck your pussy mom" he said.

I got up on the bed and sat with my back against the wall. I spread my legs as my sweet son got up and lay down between my legs. I spread my pussy lips and looked lustfully at him.

"Here you go, David. Suck my pussy. Eat my cunt" I said. I couldn't believe I was saying the words, but it felt so wonderful.

David dove between my legs and began licking my pussy. I had always longed to feel a tongue against my clit and now I was. I immediately began to orgasm as his finger slipped inside me. I grabbed the back of his head and bucked my hips forward to grind my cunt against his active tongue.

"Ohhhhhh" I groaned. "You're making me cum, baby Suck my cunt Lick me Make me cum Oh BABY OH YEEEEEAAHHH." I screamed. I let it go. I screamed at the top of my lungs as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever known ripped through my body. No more "nice girl." No more sweet, innocent preacher's wife. I was finally going to be the total fuck slut I'd always wanted to be. I was having my cunt eaten by my own son and in a moment I would welcome his cock into my pussy. Waves of pleasure rocketed through every limb and the room spun.

"OH DAVID OH FUCK SUCK ME SUCK MY CUNT" I cried as the orgasm ripped through me.

Enraged with lust, I pulled David up and kissed him deeply once again. My pussy juices coated his face and I licked eagerly before letting my tongue penetrate his mouth to taste my own cum from his. I could see his cock, once again hard between his legs. I looked at David and he looked at me.

"I love you, David." I said quietly.

"I love you too, mom" he said with a smile.

"You just made me cum sooooooooooooo good" I assured him. He smiled with pride. "I want you to fuck me, David. We're being honest with each other. I'm a total slut and I want you to treat me like one. I want you to fuck me good and hard Now stick that cock in my cunt" I demanded.

"I want to mom I want to fuck you all the time. I want to do it all I want to give you pleasure in every way" "Then FUCK me" I cried. My son wasted no time. He placed the head of his cock at the opening of my pussy and pushed that thick lance deep inside me with one thrust. I arched my back and leaned forward to meet his every thrust. "OH YEAH" David groaned as he fucked me hard and fast. "THAT'S IT OH FUCK"

I groaned "FUCK ME DAVID FUCK ME FUCK MOMMY'S CUNT" I didn't care who heard me. I vowed at that moment to never be inhibited with David. Just as that thought ran through my mind another mind-blowing orgasm ripped through my body. My pussy gripped David's cock. "OH MOM I'M CUMMING" He groaned. "CUM, Baby FILL ME" I cried. I grabbed David's ass and pulled him tight against me. His body tightened and I felt his hard, teen muscles. Then I felt my cunt fill with hot, sticky cum. My pussy clenched and his cock throbbed and we screamed in mutual climax. All was quiet for a moment.

David collapsed against me. We were covered in sweat and gasping for air. "Sorry I didn't last too long." David finally said. "Don't worry, honey." I assured him. "I will never be disappointed with your sexual performance." We smiled at each other.

"Love you, mom."

He said. "I love you too." I said. I'd never felt the words more truly. "Can we do this some more?" He asked with the same eager look he'd had since he was a little boy whenever he wanted something. "Honey. Your father isn't back for a week and I have 39 years of pent up sexual frustration to get out. I think we're going to be doing this A LOT more" He buried his face into my chest and I held him tight.

If you are primarily interested in a slam bam thank you Mam type of sex story this one isn't for you. There is plenty of sex as it unfolds but it is also a true story of a great trip I took in a motor coach across the country with a mother and her eighteen-year-old daughter.

It was going to be a long lonely ride back to California if I couldn't find anyone with whom to share the trip. I had been touring the East Coast visiting friends and family for the past four months in a 36-foot motor home and decided it was about time to head for home. I own an upscale restaurant in Santa Barbara and although I have been in frequent contact with the couple operating it for me, I wanted to get back. I was then in Harrisburg, Pa. but still had to make short jaunt over to Wilkes Barre, Pa. before heading west.

During my time in the Harrisburg area I managed to eat in several good restaurants but happened to concentrate on one simply because it had adequate parking for the motor coach. The food was good and the wait staff competent and pleasant. Over the course of the many times I had eaten there I frequently ended up with the same waitress. Marianne was thirty-eight, divorced and had Sue, an eighteen-year-old daughter from her failed marriage. Sue had also had a brief experience with married life. Her husband beat her and she had first got a restraining order against him and the finally divorced him after a year. Marianne had what appeared to be a nice shape but Sue had a drop-dead sweet ass with breasts to match. Marianne and I had gotten to know each other fairly well over the course of a ton of conversations and she seemed to me to be a very level headed woman. Her ex- husband had simply taken off ten years earlier and left the kid with her and they never saw him again

A number of times I was eating late and found myself as the last patron of the evening. During those times I invited Marianne to join me for an after dinner coffee just to chat. As her story unfolded it became clear she was having a very difficult time making ends meet with the income she was making as a waitress.

The waitress staff in my place is very stable. We have never lost one to another restaurant but have lost a few due to family moves. When I left the place four months ago one of our old timers was going to turn in her resignation to move to the East Coast with her husband.

I called my place that night to see if she had done so and mentioned I might, just might, have a replacement for her.

For my next meal I made certain to get there late in order to talk with Marianne at the end of her shift. I did and told her of my offer.

"Marianne, as I have told you before, my name is Ed, I am 42 but what you don't know is I own and operate a very nice restaurant in California. I have been very impressed by your ability and professionalism and would like to offer you a job at my place." Her eyebrows went up a mile and she blurted,

"How the heck would I do that. I have enough trouble making my next car payment never mind paying for a move to California?"

"Look, an older couple gave me a helping hand up when I was down and out fifteen years ago and I try to do the same for at least one deserving person every year as sort of a pay back. Here is what I can do. I will transport you and your daughter to California in my motor home and pay for all expenses enroute. When we get there I will let you use a furnished apartment above the office in the building next to the restaurant for 3 months at no rent and let you use the restaurant's car during our off hours during the three months. At the end of the three months you should pretty much be on your way to independence." She was so confused her eyes just rolled around in her head.

Without going through a math exercise of a waitress's earnings, suffice it to say the wait staff in my place earn between $45-50 thousand if they work both lunch and dinner for 5 days. When I mentioned this to Marianne her eyes bugged out. "I would be on easy street if I could earn that much," she stated.

"Look, I know I have sprung this on you without any advance warning and I certainly want you to think it over carefully before accepting it. The last thing I want is to move you out there and get you set up and three months later have you quit to move back here."

"I don't quite know what to say. My daughter should be getting ready for college but her grades weren't good enough for a scholarship and student aid will help but I don't earn enough to even help her a little," she said.

We thrashed this out over the course of the next few hours and covered every base either of us could think of. I told her I was going to make a short trip over to Wilkes Barre and she could think it over while I was away. I gave her my cell phone number if she had any more questions.

She called a couple of times asking if they came with me how much of their stuff could they bring along. I told them the coach had some compartments on the lower level, which could hold all she described. She had been able to get another waitress to give her a few bucks and then take over the payments on her car. Since they were staying in a furnished apartment getting rid of furniture wasn't going to be a problem. It sounded as if she was going to take me up on it.

I got back to Harrisburg on a Friday afternoon and the coach was loaded with their belongings by late Saturday. We all stayed in the coach that night and took off early Sunday morning. The sleeping arrangements were easy. I had the main bedroom in the rear room. The sofa bed area in the living room area pops out the side of the coach so when the bed is pulled out, it doesn't intrude into the main living compartment. The ladies slept there. It is a 5-minute job to get it all back in shape in the morning. The shower/toilet is midway between the back room and the main living room area and worked reasonably well. With women washing their hair every day I had the feeling I should have had extra fresh water tanks installed if I knew I was going to make a long trip with two women.

I had stocked up the freezer in the coach with a ton of food as well as a cabinet full of dry goods. The liquor cabinet was well stocked and I had put on a couple of cases of different kinds of soft drinks. We were set.

Our route was going to take us through the north central part of the country past Cleveland, near Chicago, Wisconsin, S. Dakota, Wyoming and then through a few of the Parks in that part of our great country. I would be parking the coach in either Tourist Campground types of places or in some of the parks permitting overnight parking.

"Ladies, as I told you before I am not in a big hurry to get there so we are going to take a little bit of a roundabout route. It will be great if you haven't seen much of the country. It is fairly easy to drive across the country in six or seven days but we are going to relax and stretch it to a couple of weeks. Any objections?"

They reacted as if they were embarking on a school holiday. "Go coach," shouted Sue.

The idea of being able to eat and use a toilet without ever stopping thrilled them. The coach only gets about eight miles to the gallon but I had them install an extra fuel tank when I bought it so it now held about 100 gallons. We were good to go across any of the states we would be passing through without having to stop for fuel.

Sue had brought a ton of CD's with her and Marianne and I had to listen to a bunch of them before insisting she put on her earphones and give our ears a break.

Marianne sort of commandeered the co-pilot's seat in the coach and Sue soon laid claim to the easy chair facing the TV in the overhead above the drivers and co-pilots seat.

The conversations ranged from religion, politics, fashion, movies, art and my favorite, which is travel. I have made at least one overseas trip each year for the past eight and have learned to love Europe even though I don't speak a work of any foreign language. All in all I was pleasantly surprised at how well we got along for not knowing each other for very long. An hour into the trip I asked Marianne a rather telling question, "Marianne, you are a very trusting soul. How do you know I am who I say I am and won't mistreat you and your daughter?"

"Oh hell, that's easy. When you first told me about your offer I thought you were just full of shit and trying to impress me. You will remember I asked you the name of your restaurant. The next day I got the number from Information and called and asked for the owner. I was told the owner was on vacation and wouldn't be back for quite some time. I acted as if I knew you and asked if you had traveled by plane out of Los Angeles. The gal at the other end of the line went into a fit laughing saying ‘Ed, fly, never, he is in his motor coach.' I went on to say I might have the wrong man and described someone totally different than you. She stopped me half way through my description to correct me. The description she gave me of you matched you to a T. So there," she sort of smirked.

"Damn, you aren't half as dumb as you look" I joked. She laughed and hit me on the arm.

Our first day took us from Harrisburg to the shore of Lake Erie just east of Cleveland. My Motor Home guide mentioned a great park along the lake that accepted overnight campers. We were unbelievably lucky in getting a parking spot with the side of the coach facing the lake. I quickly rolled out the awning and dug out a gas grille from one of the lower compartments and three sirloins from the fridge and supper was on its way.

I poured a couple of glasses of wine for Marianne and I but mom didn't want Sue to have any so she wasn't real happy about being treated like a child. With the tank top she wore all day it was obvious she was far from being a child.

It was really nice sitting outside of the coach under the awning having dinner and watching the boats, power and sail, go by on the lake. We ate on paper plates to simplify the clean up and after dinner took a stroll along the lakeside bicycle and walking path. We must have looked like a family to anyone watching.

When we returned to the coach I went in for another bottle of wine and this time mom allowed Sue to have a small glass. The sight of the sun setting on the lake was breathtaking and we sat there for another hour or so just chatting about a million things. They were both quite excited about what their new life in California would be like and much of the conversation centered around that. The bottle of wine was finished around 9 PM and I announced I was going to hit the sack. They decided to sit out side and chat awhile.

The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of eggs crackling on the range. "Marianne, perhaps I should have hired you as a cook rather than a waitress." I joked.

"Nope, bacon and eggs are about my limit. You would be out of business in one night with me in the kitchen." She laughingly replied.

We ate our breakfast, showered and dressed and were ready for the day. I had read something in my travel guide about some of the things to see in and around Cleveland and asked the gals if they would like to spend a day here seeing them. I made another offer that surely might have sweetened the pot; "I also read about a great fish restaurant close to where we are parked where I would be happy to treat us to dinner."

"I love fresh fish but we are so far from the ocean do you think they will just have lake fish?" asked Sue.

"I don't think so, according to the advertisement they offer lobster and if they do I am sure they will also be offering other types of seafood as well." I replied.

Well, we spent the day bussing and cabbing around the city seeing the various museums and got back to the coach in mid afternoon with sore feet and tired legs.

I then announced "I called for reservations and we are good to go for 7:30. They told me it was casual dress and it is only a couple of blocks from her so it will be a nice walk."

"Now Gals, I don't know about you but I am in desperate need of a Scotch on the rocks." I joked.

Marianne jumped in with "Put some water in mine and make it two."

Sue responded with "I guess it wouldn't do me any good to ask for one too."

Mom came back with, "Young lady you were lucky I let you have some wine last night. Don't push it. Ed, would you please pour a small wine for the alcohol princess?" Even Sue laughed at that.

Once again we sat outside of the coach just watching the boats go by and the sun start to get lower in the sky. It wasn't very long before we were all ready for our second drinks and I dug out some cheese and crackers to go with them.

I had equipped the coach with a small TV that could be plugged in to the side of the coach so we were able to sit out there under the awning watching the evening news while enjoying our drinks. It really was very relaxing.

"Well, I am going to have one more small drink before getting ready to go to dinner. Anyone want to join me?" I asked. The both responded affirmatively.

I did make the Scotch's small and weak and only gave Sue a half glass of wine.

We left for the restaurant right at seven and it was just starting to get dark. About a block into our walk I felt Marianne take my hand … hmmmm. We continued our walk hand-in-hand right up to the place. Sue looked over and saw it but never said a word.

The restaurant was great. Super menu and a very attentive waiter. Sue got her seafood and they stated on the menu they had it flown in fresh every morning. Whether they did or not it was very good. Another bottle of Chardonnay brightened the glow we already were showing. We enjoyed dessert and an after dinner drink before heading back.

Once again, it was hand-in- hand but this time I also took Sue's hand and we made quite the cozy threesome.

I opened the coach and the gals almost fought to see who was going to use the toilet first. Sue won and her mom was moaning and groaning for the next several minutes. When the door to the head came open I thought Marianne was going to break the record for the 30 feet dash. Sue came outside with me and asked for another glass of wine. Right about then mom opened the coach door and had heard her and said, "NO WAY, we have had enough to drink Let's go for a little walk to clear our heads."

It was a great idea for we were all feeling little or no pain after all the booze we had consumed. Each of the gals took one of my hands and we walked a good half-mile like that along the bike/foot path. Marianne was leaning her head on my shoulder about the time we were a short ways from the coach and I leaned over and gently kissed the top of her head. She looked up and held her lips for me to give them the same treatment. Which I did but was nervous about going any further since I knew it was the alcohol making her this romantic.

I was trying not to lose sight of the fact she was going to be my employee when we got to the West Coast. Sue walked ahead of us as if to give us some privacy. Marianne then turned to me and put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. I dropped my lips to hers and we embraced for quite some time. I finally pulled away and took her by the hand to continue our walk back to the coach. I hit the sack just a few minutes after using the toilet and brushing my teeth. I could hear the gals talking out in the living room area for quite some time afterwards but couldn't make out anything they were saying.

I was up early and showered and dressed while the gals were still asleep. It was my turn to make the coffee, bacon and eggs. When I turned to get the eggs out of the fridge my eyes fell to the double bed the gals were on. Sue was tossing and turning a bit and her long T-shirt she obviously used as a nightgown was bunched up to her waist. She had on panties and the pubic hair was clearly visible sticking down from the sides. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were on view through the T-shirt. Damn, she looked good.

Marianne had a much more voluptuous figure with breasts that looked to be at least 34 C's. She had obviously spent some time in the gym for it looked as if her muscles were well toned. I couldn't keep staring at them or the breakfast would be ruined and I would have been embarrassed to tears if they both caught me looking at them. I started to make a lot of noise and they quickly awakened and grabbed robes with which to cover themselves.

"Ladies, rise and shine. Breakfast is on and I want to get rolling early this morning. We are heading for Chicago today."

They both grumbled and made their way one at a time into the bathroom. They could take their showers while I was cleaning up the site and getting the coach ready for the trip. I wanted to make sure to fill our water tanks before leaving and discharging our gray water into the ground receptacle. We enjoyed our bacon and eggs and I made a note to try waffles or something different for the next morning.

"Ed, do you think it would be possible for me to drive this thing?" asked Marianne.

"Well, I might be talked into letting you try it on the open highway but I don't think I want to gamble on you trying it around town." I offered.

"OK, I won't say another word until we hit the Interstate." She promised.

Sure enough, I hadn't even pulled down the on ramp to the Interstate and she was bugging me about it being her turn. I pulled over on the shoulder and had her sit in the driver's seat and familiarized her with the controls, mirrors etc. As she was moving past me to get into the driver's seat she brushed those lovely breasts hard against me and then she looked up into my eyes and just smiled. Promises of things to come

I watched her handle the coach for a while and she was doing fine. We had a long ways to go before the next Interstate so I went back to the main part of the coach, taking the seat that backed to Marianne's, while facing Sue, so we could talk while her mom drove

Sue turned up the TV a bit so mom wouldn't be able to hear our conversation and then blurted out, "I saw you and mom getting a little friendly last night. Are you going to try and take her to bed as part of giving her the job?"

"Damnit, that is simply not the case. Your mom and I are just friends. Nothing more." I blurted back, caught off guard by her question

"Well, if you aren't going to fuck her, how about me?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Oh shit" my thoughts screamed as my cock twitched uncontrollably at what I could see lay ahead. I would be fucking both of them before the trip was over

After catching my breath I tried to answer with some sense of control, "Is that what you would like?"

She answered something to the effect that it was going to be a long ride and we might as well make it interesting.

My thoughts were again racing.... What would Marianne think of me fucking her daughter? Would she be jealous? That's all I need is to be confined with two pissed-off females for the next 3000 miles

Marianne was completely engrossed in handling her new found toy called a motor coach and wouldn't be coming back to see what was going on in the back any time soon.

Obviously Sue realized this and bolted off her chair and onto her knees between my legs Shamelessly she reached up into my lap, groped with my zipper and had my cock out before I knew what was happening My dick was completely soft but with her young tender hands caressing it, it soon came to life She was working her talented fingers up and down my growing rod, tracing each of the swelling veins until she had me hard as steel.

In one sudden move she leaned forward and took me into her mouth and was soon pumping away. Damn, I knew I was going to explode but I was nervous as hell her mom would see what was going on. I was glad no one was there to take my blood pressure or heart rate….they would have called EMS. Sue looked up at me with a devilish look in her eyes and started to play with my balls. That was it. I pulsed a long stream of cum down her lovely throat while she was staring up at me with those warm blue eyes of hers. As soon as I stopped cumming and she had licked me off she held up her hand with her palm facing me motioning me to stay where I was. She got up and reached above the sink and grabbed a few paper towels and handed them to me to wipe off. It was undoubtedly the fastest blowjob I ever had but also the most unexpected. Geez, this gal has been around the block a few times. I couldn't wait to get my cock in her pussy.



"Ed, how am I doing?" came from the front of the coach.

"Marianne, you are doing just great. A born bus driver." I joked.

Sue just laughed and made a move to go up and get into the co-pilots seat. As she passed me I reached between her legs under her shorts and my fingers quickly found her puffy pussy lips. She was soaked and let out a little moan as she felt what I was doing. She turned to me and mouthed "LATER"

Marianne asked, "What's the matter Sue?" when she heard the moan.

"Oh nothing mom, I just hit my shin on this table leg." The gal isn't only as hot as a pistol but she a quick thinker as well.

Marianne drove for a couple of hours and I suggested she pull over into the next rest area so we could all get out and stretch our legs. One of them could then make some sandwiches for our lunch and we would get back on the road.

Sue made the sandwiches and put on a pot of soup to accompany them. After lunch we did get out and walk around the rest area a bit. Sitting in any kind of vehicle for over a couple of hours tightens me up a lot.

When it was time to get back on the road Sue came out with the expected, "Can I drive now?"

She was met with a chorus of "NO's" from her mother and I. She pouted for a while but got over it as soon as she popped a DVD in the player and was soon engrossed in one of the latest movies. Marianne jumped into the co-pilots seat and we were off.

We could hear the movie playing so loudly Marianne asked Sue to plug in the earphones so it wouldn't annoy us so much, which she did. I then discovered the noise of the DVD wasn't Marianne's reason for the earphones.

"I couldn't help but see in the mirror what was going on between you and Sue while I was driving,"

Oh shit, I was afraid of that. I didn't say anything and she continued with,

"When do I get my turn?" she said with a leer.

"Marianne, Sue seemed to think I was going to take you to bed as a payment for me giving you the job and there isn't anything further from the truth. What happened between her and I was a spur of the moment thing and had no lasting meaning."

"Ed, I don't really care about you and Sue. She has been going her own way sexually ever since her divorce. But I do know I have been interested in you sexually from the first time I waited on you in the Harrisburg restaurant. I knew when I accepted your offer of the job and relocation we would be in this coach for over a week and I would be looking for any opportunity to fuck you. I have been divorced for over 5 years and haven't had ANY sex in all of that time."

Well now, here was a turn of events with all kinds of possibilities I hadn't counted on.

"Marianne, I would love to have you in my bed but I am not sure just how to arrange that without letting Sue know what was going on," I replied.

"Leave it to me," was all she said.

The drive to Chicago went great. We did stop for fuel along the way and had us all get out for a little walk around the rest area. Once again we found a super parking spot for the coach in a huge park right on the shores of Lake Michigan. Again we were able to park parallel to the shore so our coach shielded us from passerby's and gave us just a bit of privacy.

Marianne had taken some pork chops out of the freezer that morning and she started to prepare them with some baked potatoes and green beans. The coach has a small diesel generator for AC power so the microwave and the range would be working full time for the next hour or so.

Once the food was cooking I poured our usual evening cocktails of Scotch on the rocks for me and one with a little water for Marianne. Sue got her half glass of wine which seemed a little ridiculous to be treating her as a child after she had just given me one terrific blow job.

Dinner was fantastic. Marianne had marinated the chops all day in something or other and they turned out well. When dinner was over and the table cleared Marianne said, "Hey guys, we have something important to talk about."

"What pray tell is that?" chirped Sue.

"Well it is about the sleeping arrangement on this coach. Sue, you will be sleeping alone on the pull out double and I will be sharing the back cabin with Ed." Geez, nothing like getting right to the point. This woman doesn't beat around the bush.

Sue almost came out of her chair. ‘What kind of bullshit is that? You mean you are going to fuck him all the way to California and I am left to play with myself? Keep in mind, as you know damn well, I gave him his first touch of sex with us this afternoon and I am not going to just give him up cause you are my mother." Oh boy, this is going to get interesting.

Marianne looked at me and asked with a sort of exasperated look, "Ed, do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, I am a normal American guy who loves sex and I believe I can keep both of you happy if you don't make any unreasonable demands on me. No four or five romps in a day, I couldn't perform that often." I offered.

"How about you gals alternating where you sleep? Take turns with me in the back cabin at night. Sue, you and I can get also together sometimes when your mom is driving."

"Great, I can give you a rolling fuck." she laughed.

"OK, it's settled. Mom will be back with me tonight and Sue you are on for tomorrow night."

By then it was getting dark and I offered to put some lawn chairs out by the side of the coach and we could have an early evening after dinner cocktail. "Sue, forget what mom says, if you want a Scotch with us you can have it." Marianne just glared at me.

"Nah, I hate the stuff. I will stick with my wine. I was just breaking your stones acting as if you were cheating me out of something."

After watching some TV later on it was time for bed and Marianne just walked to the back of the coach as if she owned it. It was time for Sue to glare.

She made the bed in the front cabin as if she was tossing hay around. Pillows and blankets went flying. The girl was angry.

I chastised her with, "Sue, cut the shit. We made an agreement and now live with it."

She stripped naked and plopped on the bed. Apparently she wanted me to see what I was going to be missing.

"Sue grow up. I will fuck you so hard and often tomorrow night you won't walk well all the next day." She laughed and rolled over. I leaned down and gave her a kiss goodnight and let my fingers wander down to give her pussy a little twiddling. She roared with laughter but shouted, "You are going to pay for that"

When I got back to the rear room Marianne was lying naked on the top of the bedspread.

"Nope, pull back the spread, I don't want it stained with either of our love juices."

This woman had a fantastic body. She was standing at the foot of the bed when I stripped for the night and I took her in my arms and just started kissing her. Her tongue found my mouth and she was rubbing herself against me as hard as she could. "Slow down honey, we have all night." I whispered.

I held her at arms length just staring at her body and realized she was one gorgeous piece of femininity. I lowered my face to kiss her neck and then lowered it more to the top of her breasts. I then started a slow circling of my mouth on her tits with my tongue flicking the nipples every time I went past them.

I then turned her so her back was against the foot of the bed and pushed her back onto it. This left her legs from the knees down dangling over the edge of the bed. I leaned over and slowly kissed her stomach and let my mouth work its way down to her mound. I went to my knees at the edge of the bed between her legs and gently pushed them apart. Her moans started right then for she knew where I was heading. She was right. I started with kissing the inside of each leg from behind the knee and working my way up to her pussy. When I got there I skipped over it and worked my way down the inside of the other leg. My kisses were light with my tongue licking each spot I had just kissed. I finally worked my way back to her pussy but instead of skipping over it I separated the lips of her pussy with my fingers and let my tongue delve between them searching out her clit. I found it with my tongue and then used two fingers to slide back its cover and let it out for my tongue to explore.

By then she had her fingers entwined in my hair and was pulling my head deeper into her. I could look up from there to see her throwing her head from side to side with passion. She started to make a low sensual noise at the same time she was lifting her legs and wrapping them around the back of my neck to pull me in as far as she could.

She then arched her back and threw her pussy as hard as she could against my mouth as she had an explosive orgasm. It seemed as if she had multiple orgasms within a few seconds of each other. I gently kissed and licked the entire area of her pussy and worked my way up past her breasts to her mouth. She swung her arms around my neck as hard as she could and kissed me as if it would never end. My tongue searched out hers and let her taste her own pussy juices around my mouth. She was still moaning the way she did before she exploded. She then lay back with her eyes closed and just let herself calm down.

I gently lifted her completely up onto the bed and lay down beside her. She turned to face me and let her hand run down the side of my chest to my waist and then into my groin. I could feel her fingers lightly touching my balls and then work their way up the length of my shaft to rub around the pulsing head of my cock. I was rock hard and with some pre cum starting to appear at the tip of my cock. She let her fingers concentrate on the head of my cock rubbing the pre cum around the head and then smearing it down my shaft. Damn, she had one hell of an educated hand. Her fingers then began tracing the veins in my cock until she had it pulsing and throbbing so hard I thought I would have an orgasm without ever getting it near her pussy.

She then rolled over and lay on top of me for a second before rising up to sit on my dick. She raised up and positioned the lips of her pussy directly over my cock head. With one hard thrust she dropped herself down the full length of my shaft until she had it buried to the hilt. We each let out a loud moan with that. I could feel the muscles in her vagina holding on to my cock and they were actually throbbing and it was as if they were pulling me deeper into her. She then started a long slow rise and fall up to the head of my cock and then thrusting her pussy down to the base of it. I was matching her movements and rising up to meet each of her downward thrusts. I reached up and grabbed each of her hips and pulled her harder as she came down. I could feel the head of my cock rubbing against something up inside of her and it wasn't going to be long before I was going to be over the top. Just before that happened I rolled her over on her back and started to drive my cock deep inside her. I was going in and out of her very slowly, pulling my cock almost all the way out of her and then driving it back. She instantly wrapped her legs around my back and was pulling me in with every downward thrust. I didn't last but a few seconds of that action before I literally exploded and my love juices were soon pouring out of her warm, pulsing pussy.

Whew, she was some piece of ass

The door to the back cabin was flung open, with Sue standing there nude and obviously madder than hell. "Enough of this shit. It isn't as if you are in the next room in a motel so that I wasn't able to hear you fucking and sucking. I can hear every moan and groan and feel the coach rocking with every bit of motion from back here. This was pure torture."

"Sue, we agreed to the alternate night system and you agreed."

"Bullshit mom, if you remember correctly, you guys agreed and I just sat there without saying much."

"Sue, we can't insulate the coach any more than it is and we certainly can't stop if from rocking a little. What would you suggest we do?" I said.

"Ed, I don't know but I would like to have your horse cock inside of me NOW."

"Marianne, if you don't mind watching your daughter getting fucked, move over and let her join us." I suggested tentatively.

"Mom, it isn't as if you didn't know I was having sex. Damn, I was married to that asshole for six months and all he wanted to do was to screw between the beatings he gave me."

Marianne sort of slid over to the edge of the queen-sized bed and Sue hopped right up between us. She lay on her back and reached over and grabbed my now soft cock with her hand and started to rub her mother's juices all around it. She kept that up for a few minutes while I was fondling her tits with the other hand on her pussy lips. It didn't take much of that before I was hard again and ready for action.

"Sue, how about getting up on your hands and knees and let me fuck you doggie style?" I offered.

She was up on her knees before I even finished that sentence. I positioned myself behind her with the purple head of my cock just touching her pussy lips.

"Damnit Ed, don't tease me. Put it in," she yelled.

I grabbed her hips and pulled myself in all the way to the hilt and she was soon moving her ass around fast and furious. Having the mother lay there watching her daughter getting fucked was one of the strangest things I had ever been involved in. I was pulling it out almost all the way and then driving it back in. With each forward thrust I made Sue was throwing herself back to me. I looked over at Marianne and she now had one hand playing with her clit. I had an idea. Mom was getting aroused again.

"Marianne, why don't you slide that lovely pussy of yours over here and under Sue's face? I am sure she would love to eat her mom's pussy."

Sue screamed, "What the fuck are you talking about. Do you think I am some kind of pervert who would eat her mom?"

I answered her with, "No, honey but I see your mom is getting horny and she doesn't have anyone to help her out. How about at least lending her a hand?"

Marianne didn't slide all the way over to us but came half way. Sue gingerly put her hand on her mom's pussy and started to rub the juices remaining there from when she and I fucked earlier. It wasn't long before Marianne was moaning very softly and moving her hips closer and closer to Sue's face.

Sue raised up suddenly and reached over and pulled her mom's hips towards us and soon had her face buried in her mother's crotch. Marianne let out a loud screech and threw her pussy high and hard at Sue. It looked to me as if Sue was enjoying eating her mom out every bit as much as she did having my cock pounding her pussy.

The whole scene was driving me up the wall. I don't think I had ever been more aroused and I knew that I would be lasting very much longer. All of a sudden Sue was pounding her pussy back at me harder than she had ever done up to then and I could feel her moaning. I couldn't hear it since she had her face buried in her mother's pussy but the vibrations came all the way up into her vaginal muscles and into my cock. She pulled her face away from doing mom and shouted, "Fuck me hard. I'm cumming."

I put some extra effort into driving my dick all the way in her while holding her hips as tightly as I could. It didn't take long before she let herself fall forward right between her mom's legs and I was left kneeling there looking down at the two of them. I slid forward and dangled my cock in front of Marianne's face and gave her a nudge. She opened her eyes and just smiled as she took my dick all the way in her mouth. She kept it there for a minute or so and then let it slide out again so she could lick every drop of Sue's cum. I still hadn't come so I told her to start deep throating me till I had my orgasm. Unlike Sue, she could take me all the way down her slender throat. She gasped a little when I shot my load but swallowed fast and furious to stay up with what I was dumping in her mouth. Right about then she started her own moaning and was again lifting her hips in the air and sticking her fingers through Sue's hair and pulling her face into her pussy as she raised her ass up and let go with one gigantic orgasm.

Marianne and I just lay there completely exhausted while Sue was getting up and going to get us a drink. What a night

The queen-sized bed was almost too small for lovemaking for the three of us but was going to be way too crowded for the three of us for sleeping. "Marianne, why don't you go out to the sofa bed to get some shut eye and Sue and I will sack out here. I have a little more pussy licking to do before shutting down for the night." Sue let out a little gasp and reached for my cock.

"Sue, it is my tongue that is going to work you over. Not my cock." I laughingly told her.

Marianne moved back out to he sofa and I pulled Sue over to me. I was soon kissing her mothers juices from her face while she was reaching down to give me a hand job. "Sue, move up a little higher in the bed to give me some room."

I then moved down between her legs and started a long and slow pussy licking. There was enough light coming from the bathroom night- light so I could see her face when I looked up from between her legs. She was tossing her head from side to side with her long blonde hair flailing away. She was puckering her mouth into a small O and letting out a very quiet moan every time I concentrated on her clit. I wet a couple of fingers with my saliva and pushed first one and then two up her ass. That was all it took. She let out a howl and pulled my face deep into her while she started to grind her pussy into my face. Damn it hurt me but it was sure giving her a lot of pleasure. I am going to have to get this gal to shave her pussy a little closer. She almost convulsed when she came and then threw herself back on to the pillow.

It was time for sleep.

I was up first the next morning and had the waffles in the toaster and the coffee brewing before the gals even set foot on the floor. "Rise and shine ladies. We have a day of sightseeing around the windy city scheduled. But before that, drag your butts over to the table. We have something to talk about AGAIN."

"Oh, not another one of your earth shattering sermons I hope." smirked Sue.

I responded with, "No sweet lips. Just something to keep us from getting arrested."

That got both of their attention and they huddled around the dinette table. "Look at us and then look around….three naked bodies with no curtains on the front windows of this coach. We are just asking to get locked up for indecent exposure."

"I know we will be waltzing around this place without a stitch on most of the time so from now on you gals will have to remind me to have the front and side curtains pulled as soon as we park the coach. In addition, one of you make sure to remind me to get the coach's hydraulic jacks extended to keep it from rocking every time we are having a roll in the hay."

"OK stud," mouthed smart-ass Sue.

We spent the day seeing some of the sights around the city and got back late afternoon. Plenty of time for a couple of drinks. I was going to take them to one of the great steak houses for which Chicago is world famous and made the reservations for 7:30.

"Marianne, you owe Sue big time." I commented.

"How is that?" she questioned.

"Both of you come into the bedroom and I will tell you." I answered.

They both traipsed back and I told them to strip along the way. By the time they got to the back of the coach all I could see were tits and pussies bouncing along the carpet.

"Marianne, Sue gave you a ton of pleasure with her mouth last night and you didn't treat her to the same. Now is the time. I would like to see you eat her out while you are on your hands and knees and I am fucking you doggie style. The same as she did for you last night."



It didn't take any more encouragement than that. Sue was on her back in a second and pulling her mother by one hand towards her. Sue got herself comfortable and her mom got positioned between her legs and I was ready to give her a good strong fuck. It wasn't long before Marianne had her face buried in her daughter's pussy and was licking away. I told her that she might want to wet a couple of fingers to tease Sue's ass with.

I had positioned my red-hot cock head directly in front of Marianne's large soft pussy lips. I pushed the head in a little followed by a couple of hard thrusts to bury it up to the hilt. Marianne grunted and then responded with backward pressure pushing her pussy even further on my cock. Sue was tossing her head from side to side and her hair was flowing wildly across the pillow. Her moans were easily heard even outside of the coach but we were off by ourselves so we were safe in that regard. I then slipped my cock out of the pussy and positioned it in front of her puckered ass hole. I touched the head to her ass and she almost jumped. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

I responded with, "I know exactly what I am doing." And with that I gave one hard push and my cock buried itself 4-5 inches up her ass.

She screamed and then started to cry. "You bastard, that hurts."

"Hush up. You have undoubtedly been fucked like this before so keep eating Sue's pussy. You are leaving it unattended while you are bitching. I'll go real slowly and if you really can't take it I will stop. OK?"

She mumbled something and went back to burying her face in Sue's hot pussy. I started a slow and easy pumping of her ass and with each stroke going in a little further. It wasn't too long before I was buried all the way. I then gave her a series of long slow deep thrusts of my rock hard cock in her tight asshole. I could feel her sphincter muscle throbbing tightly around my cock and after the first few thrusts I could feel her respond with a little back pressure. She might not have liked it but she sure wasn't fighting it any more.

Sue was arching her back in that familiar move she goes though just before she explodes. I looked down and she had her mom's hair in each of her hands and was pulling her face into her pussy. She let out one loud howl and bucked her mom almost off her. That forced Marianne's asshole even harder down on my shaft and she gasped. I then made a few long hard thrusts and I felt the familiar feeling deep in my ball sack. I said. "Marianne, reach around and hold my balls." She did and I shot a warm load of white cum way up her asshole. Her sphincter muscle was still holding my cock tightly and sort of milking my cum out of me.

Dinner was great that night but it was obvious that Marianne was sitting a little gingerly. Sue made some comment about it and Marianne replied with, "You're next." We roared to the point that most of the tables around us were looking to see if anything was wrong.

We did spend the next day seeing a lot of Chicago but one of the problems with a visit like that was you try to see too much in too short a period of time.

The sleeping arrangements that night reverted back to three in a bed, which made for a very uncomfortable night of sleep.

I drove for the first three hours out of Chicago and then surprised the gals with the suggestion of,

" Sue, I think that you could handle this thing on this stretch of Interstate. It is almost straight as an arrow and there is hardly any traffic. Our next major attraction is The Badlands and Mt. Rushmore over in S. Dakota but we won't make that today. We will be spending the night on the western side of Minnesota so settle back for a long drive."

She almost fell over herself getting up to the Captain's chair. It only took me a few minutes to get her seat and mirrors adjusted right and to show her the various controls and she was off. I sat in the co-pilots seat for a little while making sure she felt at ease with handling the coach and then went back to chat with Marianne.

Unlike Sue, Marianne hadn't really dressed for the day. She had pulled a nightgown over herself while we were having breakfast but that was it. As we were sitting in the easy chairs talking I was not only looking at her face but her pussy as well. Try as I could I couldn't get my mind off of the ass fucking I gave her last night. She saw me looking and asked, "Ready for some more?"

I simply stood and took her hand and led her to the rear of the coach. I did look over my shoulder and said to Sue, "Try and not hit any bumps---we will be making our own for a while."

She just laughed and responded with, "Think of me and have fun."

We hadn't made the bed that morning so we just pulled everything off except the bottom sheet. I stood in front of Marianne and told her to raise her arms while I removed her nightgown. She was unbuckling my belt as I was doing that and she soon had my jeans and shorts down to the floor. I stepped out of them as she was taking me in her mouth. I was completely soft but she was soon going to rectify that situation.

I reached down and lifted her to my mouth and kissed her hard and deep. I held her tightly as I fell back sideways on to the bed and pulled her with me as I was falling. As soon as we hit the bed I moved around so we were in the perfect sixty-nine position. Once again she took me in her mouth and I spread her pussy lips with fingers from each hand. Once they were wide open I moved my index fingers looking for her clit. Once they had felt that slippery little nub they pushed the clit out for my mouth to play with. I flicked at it with my tongue while inserting a couple of fingers deep in her pussy. She started her moaning which, once again, I could feel in my cock.

We kept that up for quite some time and I was just starting to fell that warm exciting feeling in my balls when I thought that I would try and give her another thrill. I wet a couple of fingers with saliva and moved them in front of her asshole and just touched it. She gasped and let my cock fall out of her mouth to say, "Ed, please, be gentle. My ass is still sore from your horse cock last night." She went back to my cock as soon as she finished talking.

I was gong to insert a couple of fingers in her ass but decided not to after what she said. Instead I just buried my face in her pussy and rubbed it around with her juices, which were flowing by then. I then let my hands wander up to play with her nipples and that seemed to give her the same bit of arousal I thought my fingers in her ass would have provided.

We, for the first time, had simultaneous orgasms. It was terrific. As soon as I felt the warm feeling start in my balls I started to fuck her mouth harder. She knew what was happening and threw her pussy at my face as hard as she could and that was it…we each had a massive explosion.

We lay in each other's arms while we came down from the unbelievable high we had been on. I hadn't showered that morning so I untangled myself from her and went in and washed up. She did the same after I got out and we walked hand in hand back up to the front of the coach. Sue saw us coming in the inside mirror and just smiled, "You guys look as if you enjoyed yourselves."

"That we did Sue. Ed, as you know, is one terrific lover." Marianne purred.

"OK Marianne, what do you want. You wouldn't say something like that without wanting something in return." I joked. She just smiled a sort of mischievous little smirk.

Sue was handling the coach very well. She was humming along right at 70 MPH without a problem. Marianne made a few sandwiches for our lunch and heated a couple of cans of soup. I told Sue to pull into the rest area I had seen advertised a few miles back so we could all eat our lunch at leisure. She did and I took the wheel when lunch was over. Marianne took over the co-pilots seat and we chatted about a myriad of things before stopping for the night. There weren't any state parks where we stopped so we had to pull into a commercial camping facility. It was very well kept with a lot of amenities. Dumping gray and toilet water is a problem when parking a coach along the highway rest areas or in a lot of the parks that allow overnight parking so we welcomed the chance to dump our waste.

After a great dinner we sat outside with the awning down sipping our evening drinks. There wasn't another camper within a hundred feet so we had all of the privacy we would ever want. I started the conversation off with a question to both of them,

"Ladies, give me a straight answer. Have you two ever had any sexual activities with each other before this trip?"

Sue responded first. "Ed, to be very honest, mom and I haven't but I have had a lesbian experience with a gal I met after my divorce."

Marianne looked startled. "Sue, who was that with.?"

"Mom, you didn't know her. She was one of the girls I worked with in that part time job I had after dumping the asshole"

"Ed, to be completely honest, while we haven't ever had sex with each other, I must say that her young body sure had me thinking some evil thoughts every time I would see her naked. Also, since we are on an honesty kick, I too had a lesbian experience when I was first married. It was with a neighbor gal and it lasted for a few months before she moved away," announced Marianne.

"Well, now that the ice is broken it will be interesting to see what you gals do from here on out," was all I could think of as a response.

We had gotten a lot smarter about adjusting the window blinds and the curtain that surrounded the driver's area and front windows to give us the privacy we all needed. It was a good thing for after that first romp in the hay none of us were at all bashful about walking around nude.

After dinner that night we were watching the TV news and then some stupid love story came on the gals wanted to xxx. I pissed and moaned about it but let them have their way. At one of the commercial breaks I reached over the back of the easy chair on which Sue had perched her pretty sweet ass and lifted her hand in the air. She got up and turned to me. I ran my fingers around her nipples and she melted into my arms with a deep tongue-searching kiss. I turned her around and let her fall over the back of the chair while I put the head of my cock against those lovely pussy lips. I gave a solid firm push and I was in her all the way. She gasped since I think she thought I would go in a lot slower. I then started a deep but slow thrusting into her. She wasn't very wet yet but I knew that would come in a few minutes of fucking. Sure enough she was soon gasping and moaning so loudly that her mother had to turn up the sound on the TV to hear it.

I looked over at Marianne and we both knew what I was about to do. Yep, you guessed it. I let my cock come out of her pussy and made one hard push with it all the way into her tight asshole. It was a good thing that there wasn't another coach parked near us for she let out one huge scream. The way I had her positioned over the back of the chair prevented her from getting away from me and I just stopped and let her come down from her angry high.

"You no good cocksucker. You didn't have to rape my ass. I would have let you fuck it but a lot more gently than what you have just done."

"Hush Sue, I am going to fuck it long and slow and then shoot one huge load up your ass. My warm smooth cum will comfort your tender ass."

She didn't say a word but just lay there against the chair. Marianne looked at me as if to say, ‘Why are you hurting my daughter that way' but she knew it was going to happen before it did and didn't do a thing about it then so it was too late now.

I started my long slow pulling myself almost al of the way out of her tender ass and then slowly pushing it all the way in. I kept that up for a few minutes before reaching around between her body and the chair till I found her clit and started to work it tenderly until I had her moaning again. She started to push back at me the same way her mother did and I responded with fucking her a little harder. My fingers were working furiously on her clit and soon had her gasping and moaning as loudly as I had ever heard her and it was right about then I started to shoot a load deep inside of her. She must have felt it through her sphincter muscles and she pushed back as hard as I was pushing forward. It was right then she exploded. She threw her ass back at me hard and it helped my cock shoot the rest of my load. My cum was soon running out of her ass around my shaft and I stood back to keep it from getting all over the chair.

"Well, gals I guess that I have now fucked and sucked every orifice in each of your bodies." I offered.

Sue responded with, "No you haven't. You haven't kissed my sore ass yet."

"Aw Sue, you sound angry when just a few minutes ago you were gasping and moaning with the pleasure I was giving you."

She mumbled something and went to the bathroom to wash her sweet, but now tender, ass.

Marianne yelled after her, "Weren't you the one smirking when Ed did my ass?"

"Mom, shut the fuck up."

With that Marianne came flying out of her easy chair and charged into the bathroom area where she grabbed Sue's hair and spun her around. When they were facing each other she slapped her face so hard I honestly believed if there had been another coach parked near us they would have heard the slap.

"Listen and listen good. We can fuck and suck until the cows come home but you will never, ever talk to me like that again. Do you understand, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Sue was dumbfounded and speechless. I got up to get between them but Marianne pushed me aside.

"Leave it be Ed. This is between her and I."

She was still holding Sue's long hair and asked again, "Do you understand?"

The tears were rolling down Sue's cheeks and she fell into her mothers arms saying, "Yes mom, I'm sorry. It will never happen again." .. Marianne released her hair and took her into her arms as if she was just a small child again, taking her to the sofa where they sat holding each other, crying and just rocking in each other's arms.

It was quite a heartwarming scene.

"Gals, why don't you two share the queen bed tonight and I will take the pull out sofa." I offered.

Marianne replied with, "Ed, that is a very thoughtful and generous offer. I think we will take you up on it." Looking to her daughter, "OK Sue?"

They retired early and sometime during the night I could hear and fell the coach rocking a bit and some moans coming from the rear cabin. I guessed they were making up.

During the next several days we saw some great sights. The Badlands certainly live up to their name and Mt. Rushmore can take your breath away, particularly when you see what they had to do in carving those figures out of that solid rock. The Crazy Horse monument being blasted out of the rock not very far down the road is even a more breathtaking accomplishment. They have been working on it for years and are still many years away from its completion. What is truly more remarkable is that it is all being done with private funding.

We toured a lot more of the National Parks in that area and had some great meals both inside of the coach and at many of the restaurants along the way. Marianne and I settled down to some very nice, plain fucking and sucking about halfway across the country. It was terrific. We did have one more exciting experience I thought you might want to hear about.

One night after a coach-cooked dinner we were sitting outside having perhaps more than what we should have had to drink when Marianne asked Sue if she had ever been ‘fisted'.

"Fisted, what the heck is that?" she answered.

"Let's go inside and I will show you."