TMI Tuesday

From the vault.  These are interesting questions, but I'm not sure I have interesting answers.  Maybe.


What is sexier…
1. arms or shoulders?

I think shoulders are probably sexier.  In a guy, nice strong shoulders are extremely sexy to me.  In a girl, I like the whole package of shoulders into the shoulder blade in the back or the neckline in the front.  I enjoy kissing and licking that area particularly; it's a non-erotic erotic zone for me.  In myself, I have nice arms and shoulders I think.  Not super muscled, but not flabby either.  You can see my collar bone, which I like in other women.  It's not a skinny thing, it's a collar bone thing.

2. ass or legs?

Going to have to be boring and go with the ass on this one.  Not that there aren't people with sexy legs, but the ass... yummy.  Of course, there are people with not much in the ass department who make up for it with sexy legs.  I enjoy sexy legs wrapped around me.  Ass by a nose.

3. pussy or dick? Why?

Sorry gentlemen, but a pretty pussy is just so much sexier than a handsome dick.  I love me some dick, love it to pieces, but as a object of sexiness the female anatomy is just way sexier.

4. feet or hands? Why?

I'm not a foot fetishist.  Not that I have a problem with feet, but they're not my go-to.  Hands in a guy are a huge turn-on.  I like big, strong hands in guys.  In women, sadly, I'm all for dainty.  It's boring and sexist I know.  Pop culture, damn it.

5. muscles or brains?

Brains.  1000% brains.  I have nothing against people who have muscles, and most of them have brains too.  It's not about nerd vs. jock here either.  Muscles can be sexy.  But brains are terribly sexy, and they're definitely sexier to me than muscles.

Bonus: Do you think you’re sexy?

I don't think it matters, really.  If I think I'm sexy but others don't, that's a confidence thing for me but it isn't really important, as far as sexy is concerned.  I think I'm looked on as sexy by people whose opinions I value, and I try to make that my benchmark rather than worrying about how I feel myself.

The truth is, I don't feel sexy a lot of the time.  I'm pretty much always in a sexy mood, but I don't feel like I'm sexy.  Which is perhaps a problem, but it does make me appreciate that others view me as sexy, and I try not to argue the point with them.  I'm glad some people find me sexy.

I guess the real question is, if I met myself on the street, would I ogle myself?  Would I have sex with myself.  The answer, narcissist that I am, is probably yes.  So I guess at the bottom I do think I'm sexy.  Hooray for introspection.

Work Sucks, But There Are Fringe Benefits

So I'm in an aisle picking something up (yes, I work retail) and I feel a hand on my ass.  Well, it's on my ass for a moment, and then it's between my legs rubbing my pussy through my jeans.  What the fuck?

No, I don't work at the perv store.  I looked around (notice that I didn't stand up) and there's Jax grinning at me.  "I just saw that ass and had to grope it," she said.

Well, I wasn't able to take a break right then, and there are cameras in the store and so forth, so after a moment of wishing I stood up and gave her a hug.  "Poppy with you?" I asked hopefully.

"No, just went out on a quick run," she said.  "When do you get off?"  And then she winked and slapped my ass.

"Not for too long," I said, winking too.  "But I'm on break in a while."

So she stuck around until my break and we went out to my car.  We barely made it through the door before her hand was on my ass again, and then she wormed it into my pants and down so we were walking to my car with her finger pressing on my asshole.  I'm really glad no one was around.  Once in the car, there was much kissing and stroking, and then she loosened my belt and got her hand down there again and was fingering my ass with one hand while with the other she had my shirt up, bra down, and then started working my nipple with her tongue.

It was hot and heavy and over too quickly.  I wanted to give her some quid pro quo but it was awkward, and she didn't seem interested in stopping.  Her hand migrated down and then I was getting it from both sides, finger in my ass, finger in my cunt, lips on my breasts.  I didn't cum, but I had a good time.  And then I had to go back to work.

I wish I worked somewhere where she could have just stayed in the store and fingered me while no one knew.  I guess we could have found a back room, but getting caught would not be good for my work prospects.

I fantasized the rest of the night about working at a desk where I could have been hidden from the waist down and Jax could have been down there going to town on me while I talked to customers.  I don't think I'd ever do that, not now anyway, but it was nice to think about.

We ended the evening with Jax inviting me over again, with strong suggestions that I bring Sveta too and that much fun would be had.  And I couldn't because I had to work.  Maybe the fringe benefits...  But Jax also said she'd be back to the store and it would be my turn next time, so hey, fringe benefits!

TMI Tuesday

Another from the archives.

1. Do you obsess over having an orgasm during partner sex? Are you disappointed if you do not orgasm?

Right now, not at all, for reasons already discussed in the past.  In the past, a little.  I like to get mine.  I won't lie.  It's a bit selfish but I like to cum, what can I say?   I like sex though, and if my partner cums I can enjoy that, so I guess it's really about being with an unselfish lover.  If my partner is just in it for the orgasm, I'm disappointed, sometimes even if I get mine while he or she is getting his or hers.  On the other hand, being in a gangbang situation for example, I don't have to cum (although I probably would).  The experience is what I'm after.  Being creampied can be "getting mine."

2. Why are you into gay porn?

Gay here I'm assuming means man on man.  Why they don't call lesbian porn "gay porn" is beyond me, but there you are.

I like gay porn at times because it can be two hot guys and two dicks and anal and that's all fun.  I prefer to see it live, as it were, and I enjoy looking at girls more than guys (sorry guys, I love you to death in person but remotely the gals just have a better aesthetic), but watching a cute guy feed his dick into another cute guy's asshole is definitely a turn-on.

3. Why aren’t you into gay porn?

Because a lot of guys in gay porn aren't my type.  In "straight" porn, the guy is sort of an afterthought: we're here to see his dick and the girl, usually.  So the fact that I'm not super-attracted to a lot of straight porn stars doesn't bother me.  But gay porn features a lot of men who, while they might be attractive to some, are not really my cup of tea.  Also, and this is something I don't understand about guys and lesbian porn, if they are cute it makes me sad that they're unavailable.  I like my porn to have that fantasy of availability, which is why some professional porn doesn't really do it for me either.

4. Do you use drugs to have or enhance sex? (Yes, alcohol is a drug).

These days, I smoke pot to cum.  It helps.  But I've never found altered-state fucking to be as interesting.  Not that I haven't done it or will never do it again.  It's different.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.  I don't seek it out; when it happens, it happens.

5. Do you believe that you are much more sexually open-minded/risky/kinky than most of your previous partners and friends?

Probably, even taking into account my history.  Sheri beats me in all counts, but most of my other previous partners haven't been quite up to my level of kink.  That said, "kink" isn't a single scale, and I've been decidedly less kinky than some partners in the past about certain things.  But holistically, I guess probably.  It's not a badge of honor or anything.

Bonus: Do you believe in ethical non-monogamy, even if it isn’t right for you? Why or Why not?

Of course.  I live it.

Longer answer: yes, and I'll tell you why.  Because sex doesn't have to be exclusive.  It doesn't have to be foundational.  I wish people could get over the hangups and realize that sex is something fun to do and it doesn't have to mean anything other than a good time.  Right now, in our current state of baggage, it's tough, even for people who make it work, because we still have this thing about sex.  But if you take away everything else, it's like any other activity.  I can watch a movie with friends and that doesn't mean I'm "unfaithful" to Sveta, even though she and I love to watch things together.  I know, it seems like that's a totally different thing, but imagine if I started sneaking out of the house to go over to another person's place to watch movies that I promised to see with Sveta first.  That wouldn't be nice to her.  It would be grounds for her to call me "unfaithful."

If you've got a code, live by the code.  But realize that not everyone's rules are yours.  All that matters in a relationship is that you and your partner agree on the rules and then follow them.  If those rules are monogamy, more power to you, and you shouldn't cheat any more than if your rules are that you can fuck anyone you want but you have to take pictures and show them to your partner.  That sounds weird, but that's just another permutation of the rules of the game of life.

Talking With Kevin

I'm such a tease.  Sorry, had to break up the post because it was getting long and I needed to collect my thoughts.

So there I was, walking naked into Kevin's room.  I knocked on the door.  "Can I come in?"

"Sure."

He was sitting there on his computer.  He didn't really even look up.

"Hi."

"Hey."

What the fuck was I supposed to do?

"So your mom and your brother are out there having sex."  Tact.  The soul of discretion.

"Yeah, I figured."

So he knows.

"You know about it?"

"I mean, it's not hard to guess.  Liam sleeps in Mom's room now.  I hear stuff."

"Does it bother you?"

"Not really."

"Jealous?"

He finally turned away from the computer.  "A little, I guess."

"Your mom still loves you."

"I know.  I mean, it's fine, right?  They're having fun."

Kevin... he's like an old soul trapped in a teen body.  He's never talked to me much, but he didn't seem shy about talking.

"So you're okay with it?"

"Yeah.  I know that Mom... she's lonely."

"She is.  But that's not the only reason.  Your mom and Liam made a decision because they were both attracted to each other."

"Everyone's attracted to Mom," he said.  I thought for a minute that was jealousy, but then he laughed.  "You are, right?  I mean, when I walked in you were doing stuff."

"I am.  I'm also attracted to your brother.  And he and I have done stuff too."

"He likes you too.  I bet if Mom weren't there he would still be beating his meat over you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he used to get a hardon all the time when you were there with Mom and Dad.  He told me he's seen you... well, naked, right?  I mean, so have I, right?"

"Does that bother you?  I can put on some clothes."

"No, I don't care.  I've seen other girls naked too."

"You have?"

"Yeah.  You and mom and your friend and some of Mom's other friends.  Not doing stuff, just being naked, you know.  It's no big deal."

"It must be rough for you, seeing all that and not being able to do anything."

"No, it's okay."

"Would you like to do something?  We can go out there with your mom and Liam.  I bet she'd let you make love with her too, if you wanted."

He didn't answer.

"Or me?  If you're worried about it with your mom, I can..."

"No, it's not that," he said.  "I'm just...."

And it hit me.  "You're not into girls?"

"Yeah."

"So did you and your dad..."

"No.  No.  I mean, that's weird."  He stopped himself.  "I mean, I'm fine with Liam and Mom, you know, but..."

"It's totally fine.  Completely fine.  So you're jealous because they have each other and..."

"A little."

So we talked about that.  I'm queer.  I'm not the queerest queer and I don't pretend to be, but I have some experience.  We talked about stuff.  Lots of stuff.  How he and one of his friends had experimented a little, starting with some masturbation together, then mutual, then a little oral.  But his friend drew the line and was interested in girls, whereas Kevin was interested in his friend.  Do I think experimentation turned him gay?  Of course not.  I'm totally in the "born that way" camp.

"So not into girls at all?"

"Not really.  I've tried."

"Okay, because if you weren't sure I was going to let you fuck my ass," I said, grinning.  He laughed at that.  He didn't look interested at all. Pretty much totally gay.

Then, well, we had to talk about the situation.  Same stuff I went over with Liam.  "Do you think my mom will be mad?"

"Of course not.  And if she is, I'll beat her up for you.  Want to come out and tell them yourself?"

And I was shocked when he said he did.  So we went out to find Liam and Kate glistening and wrapped in each other.  And Kevin told them everything.  I cried a little when he had trouble coming out, but I pretty much broke down when Kate said, "Oh sweetie, that was so brave and I love you no matter what and I don't care at all and you're still my baby."  And she hugged him for a long time.  Which would have been a wonderful thing to put on YouTube as a joyful coming out story, except she was naked and so forth.

Liam was quiet for a minute, then he asked, "So Kev, do you want to do stuff with me?"

What a question.  But a fair one, I guess.  Kevin said, "No.  I mean... no.  It's not like that."  And that was all they needed to say, really.

I want to find Kevin a first.  It's quixotic, but I feel bad for him.  He's got to live in this house of carnal delights and can't have any.  But sadly I'm not a pimp, nor do I know any boys his age to set him up with even if that were kosher.  Kosher or not, if I could I would, but I don't really know that I can.

We had dinner.  Shockingly, a lot of conversation for the bombs that were dropped over the past week.  It was like business as usual.  I guess the boys have grown up in this environment and they're used to their parents being sexual.  It felt a little like my family, growing up, which was enjoyable.

Kevin finally looked at Liam and said, "You want to have sex again, don't you?"

"Yeah," said Liam, a little sheepishly.

"Do it.  Doesn't matter to me.  Lexi said she wanted to get fucked in the ass and I wasn't interested, so you should."

So I got fucked in the ass.  I think Kevin enjoyed watching that part.  Who knows, maybe at some point he and Liam might experiment a little.  It wouldn't hurt anything.  But Kevin just seemed to like watching a cock in an ass.  Then he excused himself.  He grinned, "I'm going to my room to look for some cute guys."  Old soul.  I like him.  I'd totally be his hag.

I Couldn't Stay Away

Had a day off, so I thought to myself, "Self," I thought, "what could I do with this day off?  Chores?  Shopping?  Go to Kate's house?"

So yeah, I went to Kate's house.  Sveta couldn't make it, this time, which saddened me a little but not enough.

Kevin was out with friends so clothes off was the order of the day.  Liam was thrilled to see me.  I think he's going to be perfectly happy getting his dick wet in all kinds of different pussies, which is good for those pussies but I hope won't cause strife between him and his mom.  She didn't seem to be too worried about it at that point though.

"Thank god; he's been wearing me out all morning," she said with a grin as she let me in, totally naked.  He was standing right behind her and his cock was already hard.  "If you hadn't come over, I was going to have to take him again and I'm only one woman."

"I made her cum twice," he said proudly, and I high-fived him.  And then pulled off my clothes.  "Can I show you how much I've learned," he asked me, his cock rock hard looking at me.

"Manners," Kate said.

"May I please show you how much I've learned," he said, rolling his eyes.

"You may," I said.  "In the bedroom?"

So we adjourned to the bedroom.  I lay back and was pleased when he put his face between my legs and started eating me out.  He was rather more enthusiastic than I could handle and I gave him some feedback.  That may work for Kate; she likes it rough.  But I was feeling gentle-flower, and anyway he needs to learn that not every pussy wants the same sorts of attention.

"Come up here and let me suck that big cock of yours," I said after a suitable interval.

"But I didn't get you to cum..."

"Honey, I told you before, that's difficult right now.  You're making me feel very good though.  You're doing a fantastic job.  But I have a job I want to do."  And I grinned.  Kate laughed at that.  She was sitting back, fingering herself, watching her son and me get down.

I gave him a full workout in the dick-sucking department.  When I took him down my throat he grunted and I thought he was going to cum but then he just grinned and said, "Wow, you do that really good."

"Well," corrected his mother.

"You do that really well."  He looked at me as if to say, "Jesus mom, I'm getting my dick sucked off and you're giving me a grammar lesson."

I grinned around his cock and then came up for air, which he took to mean that it was time for penetration, even though I would have happily just kept making his eyes wide with my throat.  He got between my legs and I wasn't going to complain.  I haven't had a cock in a week or so.

His stamina has improved, which is saying something since he wasn't a slouch to begin with.  At first I held him back a little, kept him from just madly fucking me, but when we transitioned from missionary to doggy I let him grip my hips and go to town.  Rough fucking doesn't hurt me except that it turns me on.  And I ignored the twinges and enjoyed myself.  He came inside me, finally, after I was about to suggest switching positions again, and then Kate shooed him out of the way and started eating me out, licking all her son's cum out of me.

She's just not that good at giving head, God bless her.  I mean, maybe she's good at giving boy head, but girl head she's just a little generic.  It's not terrible, but it's not the greatest.  I've had enough of a sampling to know what I like, and despite giving her pointers she's just never going to be my best lay.  Still, she managed to get me close and I groaned, "Let Liam finish me off."

He's not shy.  A lot of guys are, but for whatever reason Liam is not shy about licking a cunt, which I appreciate.  And he isn't squeamish about straying to other areas either.  He was lapping away and Kate said, looking down, "He licks ass too.  Isn't he a dream?"  And I noticed that his tongue was all over my ass as well as my pussy.

"He certainly knows how to make a girl happy," I said, or rather panted because I was so close and it was getting hard to repress the pleasure and the pain.

"Stick your finger in her butt," Kate said to Liam.  He stopped for a moment and probably looked confused (I couldn't see him because my head was pressed into the pillow).  But then I felt his finger delicately probing my back door.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes please.  Don't be shy.  You weren't with your tongue.  Just press it in."

He did, then started licking again, and I came.  I don't scream in pain but I do moan.  "Her butt just tightened up on my finger," he said to his mother in wonder.

"That means you're doing a good job," she laughed.  "Keep going."

I had to stop him after a moment, when the orgasm left me achy.  "Did you like that?" I asked as I rolled over to face him.  His mom was already sucking his cock.

"Yeah," he said.  "I made you cum."  I high-fived him again.  It's important to give good positive feedback.

"I can't stop myself," Kate said after a minute of sucking him.  "Liam, I want you to fuck my ass, baby."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb, kiddo.  I know you know."

"But you really want me to?"

"God yes.  I've wanted a good assfucking for a long time, and now I've got my baby boy to help me."

She assumed the position.  I suggested that maybe a little lube might be a good idea.  She suggested that he lick her ass, but I thought it was a better plan to go for something a little more slippery for the first time.  I helped him lube her up.  Watching a son finger his mom's ass is... well, I'll be honest, I've never seen it before so I was stoked.  Maybe I should have counseled caution.  But come on.  I wanted to watch it as much as they wanted to do it.

He was raring to go and I guided him into his mom's tight asshole.  "Fuck, this is so tight," he said, sounding like a porn star.  She's no stranger to anal so it wasn't tough for him to go all the way in, then he just stayed there for a while, enjoying the feeling.  I played with his balls a little, which he seemed to enjoy, then I let him suckle at my breasts, which he enjoyed even more.  Then Kate said, "Come on Lexi, if we're going to share him, you've got to get down here."

So we wound up with Kate squatting over my face, my tongue in her pussy, while her son fucked her ass, slowly at first and then faster until he was driving her hips into my face.  She was loving every minute of it.

He didn't last as long from the novelty or the tightness, and he gasped, "I'm gonna go off."

"Go on boy, give Lexi a mouthful," his mom groaned, then she shifted a little and his dick popped out and throbbed above my face.  I had been stroking his balls the whole time and it was simple to stroke the shaft too until he came.  Most of it hit my lips and chin, but a few spurts hit his mom's butt and one even made it to my breasts.

We cleaned up a little and had a snack and a drink.  Non-alcoholic for him, I assure you.  No drunken teens here.  He started feeling me up at the table.  "He's insatiable," I said to Kate.

"Now you know why I wanted you to come over and share," she laughed.

We didn't make it back to the bedroom.  I basically ordered him to fuck my ass right there on the table, so Kate cleared things off, I leaned over, and Liam wasted no time pressing his cock into my ass.  "She's just taking me in," he said to Kate.

"Lexi's got more experience than your ol' Mom in anal," Kate said.  "She and her brother started out early."

That's not entirely accurate but close enough, and anyway I wasn't interested in correcting them.  I was only interested in the wonderful sensation of a cock pressing in and out of my anus, frankly.  Liam's hands were on my hips holding me against the table and Kate helpfully diddled my clit for me while I just hung on and enjoyed the ride.

When he got close, after a blissful eternity of assfucking, he pulled out and his mother, who is, I guess, less squeamish than I am, sucked all the cream built up by my ass out of his hard cock, then swallowed and smiled.

And then we staggered over to the couch and I started eating out Kate in earnest.  She is fun to make cum.  Not as fun as Sveta, but Kate cums quickly and hard and is ready for more.  I had three fingers in her pussy and my lips clamped around her clit and she was going off mightily when the door opened and Kevin walked in.

"Hi sweetie," gasped Kate.  I tried to pull away but she put her hand on my head and kept me there.  "How was your day?"

Had she already told him?  I mean, Liam wasn't fucking us, but he was sitting right there with hard cock in hand, plus she was keeping me eating her out.

"Okay I guess.  Hi Lexi."  And then he left.

Huh?

Finally I was able to come up for air.  "Did you tell him yet?"

"No."

Double huh?

"You're going to have to now."

"Yeah, probably."  She looked totally normal.  "I mean, he didn't see Liam and me, so..."

"Liam was right there, naked, cock in hand..."

"He is, isn't he?  Liam, come here and get inside me."

Triple huh.  I was a bit put off, but Kate didn't seem to be.  Liam may have been a bit put off but he was still mounting her and thrusting away.

"Should I go talk to him?"

"Would you?"

Jesus, how do I get myself into these things?

"I guess so.  Do you want me to bring him out here?"

"Whatever you think is best."  And they went on fucking.

Whatever I think is best?  Parenting.  It's not a science.

So I went to talk to Kevin.

Cliffhanger!

TMI Actually Tuesday

Another from the TMI Tuesday vault.

1. Have you ever orgasmed just by hearing sexy-dirty talk?

No, I need help.  It took me a while to be able to orgasm from a cock in my ass, and that's still help.  Right now, not so much, but in my salad days I could cum just from being fucked in the ass without any vaginal stimulation at all.  Of course, stimulation just makes things better.  Why settle for one when you can have the whole set?  But no, dirty talk, while it can turn my crank something fierce, is not sufficient.

2. Have you ever tried scissoring?

Hell yes.  At first I wasn't really into it, but with Sveta we've discovered the joys.  We do it a lot.  It's not the whole evening, but it is amazing to both get ourselves close enough and then orgasm with our pussies pressed together, particularly when Sveta gets squirty.  But it's fun even when we don't do that.

I'm not sure why it took me so long to enjoy it.  Maybe I was just doing it wrong.  Frankly, we like it better than strapons, although the double dil takes pride of place because it's kind of the best of both worlds.

3. Have you ever practiced BDSM on yourself (bondage, nipple clamps, hot wax, etc.)?

On myself?   I mean, I'm a deft hand at knot work, but I'd have a hard time tying myself up.  I'm sure it can be done but unless someone wants to give me pointers, I'm unlikely to try it.  I can get into bondage in a non-painful way.  Restriction can be a lot of sexy fun.  Hell, I would love to be tied up and used by a crowd.  But I've never really done any of it.

My nipples are sensitive and I don't like pinches, so I've never really done hardcore clamps.  If I'm totally out of it from being sexed up so hard, I can get into a lot of things though.  But I've never owned a pair of clamps because I don't really like them in most circumstances, and I wouldn't do it to myself.  Ice cubes on the other hand, oh yes.

I guess what it boils down to is that I'm not so into pain play.  That said, I've done it with others and enjoyed myself.  But I have to be into it, and I probably wouldn't incorporate them into everyday use or into my own masturbation.

4. Have you ever licked or sucked on someone else’s feet or toes? Was it a turn-on for you or were you doing it to please them?

I have, numerous times.  I'm not that into feet.  If they're clean, they're fine, and I can enjoy them the same way I enjoy every part of a partner's body.  I've eaten cum off of another girl's toes, which was a turn-on.  Cute feet are fun to play with.  It's usually women's feet though.  Sorry guys, I just don't get as into men's toes.  That said, I've done that to please others, and it wasn't horrible, just not really my turn-on.

5. Would you say that you have a sexual fetish? What is it?

What isn't it?  I have all kinds of fetishes.  And I swing from fetish to fetish as the mood takes me.  There are very few things I won't do if the mood strikes me right.  Hell, I've said for years that scat was off-limits, but sometimes I fantasize about aspects of it.  I wouldn't eat shit, but I would probably cheerfully shit for someone else, if the mood arose. And have, actually.  That's a longer story that I could tell if anyone were interested.

6. What is the best way for you to orgasm?

I'm going to answer this for my pre-problem self because right now I don't know what the best way is.  But in the past, the quickest (and this is probably still true) is probably clit stimulation, but the way that produces the best orgasms, albeit perhaps taking longer, is penetration.  Some of my favorite orgasms have been DP orgasms.  It all depends though, so the safest and most reliable way is probably something in my pussy and some good clit stim.  It's not rocket science.

I love the hell out of penetration-only orgasms.  I don't know if the G-Spot actually exists or not (they seem to go back and forth on that every few minutes) but there are definitely happy places inside my pussy that a dick can hit just right.  By laying off the clit, the orgasms can be much bigger, but they take a lot longer.

I am (or I was) a pretty easy gal to get to cum though, so pretty much anything will do me eventually.

Bonus: Do you have a crush on a fellow blogger? Who?

Sorry my blogger buddies, but I don't really have crushes on any of you.  I love you all, but crushes?  Not so much.  I'm less active than I used to be though, so it's not you, it's me.

Kate and Liam Update

Like rabbits.

That could be all I post, but it's not much more than a tease, is it?

So first off, to silence the doubters (and yes, there were a few) I swear it happened just like it did.  Yes, I abbreviated and I thought I made it plain when I was abbreviating.  It took hours for the talking to be finished, frankly, and it was mostly boring.

I also kind of abbreviated all the past history, of which you can partake by going back into the archives.  I've had a hunch that Liam was interested in girls for a long time.  I had a very small suspicion that he was interested in his mother, but that's more hindsight than anything else.  It was pretty surprising to me in the moment.  Despite my own background, I don't meet many incestuous people, and the ones I have met have usually been either brother and sister or sisters.  I've never met two brothers who would admit to fooling around, although I imagine I've probably met some closet cases.  And I have run into a few fathers who either lusted after their daughters or had done something, but never while I was there and the latter were usually pretty creepy.

I also know that technically it's totally child abuse.  Come on.  It's this blog.  Do you really think I think that?  Because I'm totally anti-child-abuse, and if it had smelled that way I would never have acted the way I did.  Each situation is special and I treat it as its own individual situation.

I've met kids who were abused.  It's not cool.  My own mother was abused.  There's a difference between abuse and what society considers inappropriate or taboo.

Lest I doth protest too much, let's leave it at that.  Liam may not be the age generally considered by our very cookie-cutter legal system to be allowed to make choices, but he's old enough to know what he's doing, I promise.

Anyway, I haven't been able to make it back to Kate's house because of work and other obligations, but she keeps me informed.  She's worried about telling Kevin because it's practically a certainty that he's going to walk in on the two of them, because they are, as I said at the top, doing it like rabbits.  But she's not worried enough to stop.

Liam is always ready to go, according to Kate.  They fuck four or five times a day at minimum.  God, to be young again.  Or to have a sweet young thing with a cock that won't quit.  I could, I suppose, if I just was able to spend more time over there, but the other reason I haven't been back is because I want them to have their own time for a while.  I feel a little guilty about horning in on the action that night and I want to give them space to figure stuff out.

That doesn't stop Kate from telling me all about it, when she's not practically ordering me to come over and give Liam two targets instead of one.  Or to bring Sveta and give him three.  That will probably happen when schedules permit, because there's no way I'm going to leave Sveta out of this bonanza.

Kate and Liam have fallen rather neatly into their roles.  Sometimes sex changes things, and I was a little worried that it would change their relationship.  But after a few false starts, they dropped right into mother and son who fuck, which is not as easy to pull off as you might think.  She's still the boss around the house, she still makes him do his chores and so forth, and she still calls the shots when it comes to when and how to get down.  She's actually told him he had to wait for sex, which is a good sign, because if she's always at his beck and call then the relationship is going to get strange.

But she doesn't tell him no often.  And I don't blame her.  She told me that after years of Roger, having Liam is like a whole new meaning to sex.  She's been looking for it in other ways, with other men and women, but now she has what she needed.  I'm ecstatic for her.

They haven't done any anal yet, although Kate wants that to happen too at some point.  I told her I thought that was wise. He doesn't need to get too kinky this early in the process.  I think fucking your mom is pretty extreme to begin with, plus on the same day he lost his virginity to her he fucked another woman too, and will probably get to have me and Sveta at some point.  I'm secretly hoping he graduates to anal soon though, in the pervy part of me, because I could use a good assfucking.

They call each other Mom and Baby in bed, which I know sounds creepy but in this case I think is a healthy sign.  They're not changing who they are.  Sometimes, if parents and children start a sexual relationship, the temptation is to make that relationship more of a man and woman kind of deal, which it isn't.  They're making it an extension of their family love, which is what my parents always did and I think is a good idea.  But I don't have empirical evidence to back that up.

Kate says Liam has gotten really good at eating pussy.  I'll be the judge of that; her bar is too low.  He loves making her cum, which is definitely a good thing.  She loves making him cum, which is a good thing too, because he does that a lot and if she didn't love it it would make it a chore.  In her mouth, on her body, in her pussy, everywhere.  I told her to make sure he stays hydrated, because if they're fucking four or five times a day minimum there's going to be some fluid loss.

They tried reverse cowgirl for the first time while she was talking to me on the phone.  God, that was hot; not as hot as being there in person, but hearing them going at it revved my motor something fierce.  I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be able to give them their space, particularly since both of them really want me to come over again soonest.  He's got stamina for a youngster.  Kate said she might start walking bowlegged if I don't come over soon.

Anyway, that's what's going on there.

TMI Not Tuesday

So I'm stealing these questions from the TMI Tuesday blog.  I'm not commenting there because it's an older one, but I felt like playing a bit of TMI to break things up, and I haven't done that in an age.  Again, questions from the peanut gallery are always welcome, the more specific the better.  And if you've asked me a question and didn't get an answer, tell me because my memory is no good and I probably just forgot.  I don't hate you.  I promise.

1. Your thoughts–is oral sex cheating on your partner?

Provided I'm in a relationship where we're not open to outside partners, then yes, absolutely.  I've been in a few, and whether it's oral, anal, fingering, handjobs, or penetration, it's still cheating.  If you're in a "relationship" with God where you're saving your virginity, sorry, it's still cheating if you blow him to get him off your back.  It's still cheating if you let him fuck your ass because that's not really sex.  Cheating isn't about what you do, it's about what the rules are, and if the rules say it's off the table, then it's off the table.  I'm not badmouthing anyone who does cheat; I've done it myself, which is why I don't get into exclusive relationships anymore.  Nor am I badmouthing the rules or lack thereof.  But you're not fooling anyone but yourself if you think that it's okay to give or receive oral because "that's not real sex."

2. What is cheating to you?

Breaking the rules.  Or, to put it another way which sounds less harsh, sharing anything which you've promised exclusively to your partner.  I don't mean that your partner owns you at all.  It's not a master-slave relationship (although it can be and that's okay too, but that's just another permutation of the rules).  But if you've promised something to someone, breaking that promise is cheating.

I've been in relationships, very open ones, where sex was totally okay as long as we didn't share that same intimacy.  It can be a tough line to toe.  I guess what it boils down to is, do you feel guilty about it and would it hurt them if they knew?  If you feel guilty but they say go for it, then the relationship probably needs communication.  If you don't feel guilty but it hurts them, then you probably shouldn't be in the relationship at all.  And if both, then it's pretty obvious you're cheating on them, whether it's sex, love, friendship, or other.

Again, this isn't judgment.  I've cheated and been cheated on enough times to know that it sucks.  These days, I try be honest in relationships.  I'd rather not be involved with someone who I might hurt than get my jollies out of them and hurt them.

3. Does your partner know you masturbate? What do they think about that?

Of course.  All the time.  In front of her, sometimes.  Or her in front of me.  We put on porn and play with ourselves all the time.  This isn't really a question for me, I suspect.

In the past, even in fairly traditional relationships (and yes, I've had those) I've been pretty open about my sexual needs and that masturbation was going to happen.  Typically, guys don't mind if their gal is playing with herself.  Usually want to watch.  Then sex.  But sometimes sex isn't desired, and that can lead to problems.  I advise openness and communication, for what it's worth.  No, I'm not rubbing one out because I don't need you.  No, the toys are not a substitute for you, nor do I love them more than you.  Masturbation is healthy, even in relationships where sex seems to flow like water.  Sometimes you just want to get off.  That can be selfish if you're just using your partner to get off, or it can be honest.  "No, I'm really not in the mood for a long lovemaking session this evening.  I just want to cum, eat my cookie, and go to bed."  And no, "eat my cookie" isn't a euphemism: sometimes I just want to cum and have dessert.

But again, this question really isn't for me.  I usually can find time to get my guy off, even if sex isn't on the table.  I think it's different for guys.

4. Think about the best sex you’ve ever had. Why do you consider it the best, what makes it so?

I can't choose "best sex."  The great sex of my life has always been incredibly intimate.  Sometimes hot and heavy, sometimes slow and meaningful, but intimacy is the key, I think.  That's why I can bang random guys and still come home to my sweetie.  Sex isn't love, and when there's love in the mix, sex becomes better.

5. When you have nightmares, do you call out someone’s name?

I don't have nightmares that often, thank goodness.  What this question is doing in a sex question list is beyond me.  I have called out for my mother on a few occasions.  I remember once I dreamed I was falling and was absolutely sure I was going to die and I screamed, "Tell Mom I love her," before I hit.  Sveta woke me up from that one.  And I was so incredibly guilty that I hadn't tried to tell her I loved her before I died.  Felt bad about it, worse than remembering a really terrifying dream.  She was very understanding.  I still felt guilty about it though.

6. When you’re having an orgasm, do you scream a name?

The person who's giving me the orgasm, sometimes.  I'm not a big screamer.  It's not just one name; that would be awkward.

Bonus: Which best fits your usual reason for masturbating:
a. Boredom
b. Stress relief
c. Saw someone/something sexy and you need to act out a sexual fantasy
d. It’s just what I do

All of the above?  Pretty much.

Liam Gets His

Remember how Kate is getting a divorce?

Tip of the iceberg.

If you recall (and I don't see why you should, given that I haven't talked about them in ages) Kate has two sons, Liam and Kevin.  Liam's the elder.  And Liam has seen his fair share of the goings on at his parents' (well, now Kate's) house.  He's seen me naked.  He's seen his mom get, if not fucked, at least pretty much fucked.  And he's old enough to know what's going on and to be excited.  Hell, he's old enough now where... I'm getting ahead of myself.

I finally made it over to Kate's on my day off this week.  She had asked me to come over, and I figured I owed it to her, given what's going on.  I haven't been there for a lot of people recently.  I'm trying.

We talked a bunch, about Roger, about marriage, about life.  She loves that I never really liked him.  I know, that's petty and probably not healthy, but it was a good old-fashioned bitch session about him, how he was lousy in bed, a shitty guy, etc.  She apologized for me having to put up with him.  Then she said some stuff about how if he was going to find someone new, she could too.  But she kind of trailed off.

Then she asked me, "So, how's Mike?"  And I thought she was looking for me to get him back to her.  Which is unlikely.  Not that Mike wouldn't fuck her brains out in a heartbeat, but he's further away now that he used to be and doesn't get to visit often, so it's not like I could call him up and beg him to come down and throw a bone into Kate.  Also, I was a little concerned that she was gunning for him in a more serious way, and I knew that would only lead to trouble.

But when I made various non-committal remarks about him and how he was doing fine, she said, point blank, "You two fuck, right?"

Apparently she had seen more than she let on the last time (which was, I'll admit, a long time ago, so she's been sitting on this for years).  I must have looked terrified, because she hastened to assure me that she wasn't asking because she minded.

So I told her the truth.  "Yes, we do.  Whenever possible."

"And Sveta's okay with that?"

"He fucks her too."

"Ah."

There was silence for a while.  Perhaps too long.  What the hell was going on?

"I need your help," she said finally.

"Okay."

And she spilled her guts.  She has been sleeping with Liam.  Not sleeping with sleeping with, but she's been having him share her bed at night.  "I just missed having a man there," is how she explained it.

Lest this get too molest-y, Liam was the one who suggested it.  He's been sort of the man of the house since his father left, possibly since before, because I'm given to understand that Roger wasn't spending a lot of time at home in the last few months before he moved out.  So Liam has been sleeping in Kate's bed for a while now.  But that's not what she was worried about.

"He gets hard," as she put it.  I told her hey, that was nothing to worry about.  A guy his age, that happens.

"No, I mean he gets hard when he sees me.  And he's embarrassed about it.  I told him it was okay, all that stuff.  I mean hell, he's seen me naked so many times.  But now..."

"He's gotten hard when he's seen me too."

"But he never did when he saw me.  And he's confused."

Okay, so I figured that now she was going to ask me to deflower him or something.  Get his mind off her.  Something like that.  But she just asked if I could talk to him.  "He gets too embarrassed when I try to talk to him about it."

"Well, I can talk to him, but you probably should too..."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

And she burst out crying.  "Because seeing him get hard gets me wet and I don't know what's wrong with me."

Okay then.

How long had this been going on?  "A long time," she admitted.  "I should... I should never... but when he would see me doing things with you, or Mike, or even his father... I liked it that he was watching.  I wanted him to watch."

Well, that explains a certain amount.

Okay, so I would talk to him about it.  Because I had experience.  Because I'm a damn family therapist by virtue of fucking my brother, apparently.  Since we were being forthright, I asked her if she wanted me to let him fuck me.  I mean, cards on the table.  I figured I'd better ask, in case he got any ideas.

"Do you think it would help?"

No, not really.  But maybe.  Maybe he was just so hard up that all the sex in the house was driving him crazy.

I went to his room.  He's grown up quite a bit since I last spoke of him.  "Hey," he said, like he was expecting me.  Maybe he was.  I figured maybe his mother had told him she was going to find someone to deflower him.

But it wasn't like that at all.  We talked.  I'm pretty good at talking about sex, actually.  Surprise surprise, right?  He didn't need the birds and the bees.  He was embarrassed to be talking about it.  I started off generally, just saying that I was sorry if he was ever upset by seeing me naked, or if he was mad at me because he thought it was my fault his parents weren't together any more.  He said no.

We got more specific.  "So, you're pretty hard up?" I asked him gently.

"Yeah."

"It's got to be rough.  I mean, being around for all that stuff and not having anyone to turn to."

"Yeah."

He was jealous.  But, shockingly, he wasn't jealous that he didn't have anything but his hand to comfort him.  "I got jealous of everyone who got to be with Mom," he said.  "Because..."

"You wanted to do that?"

"Yeah."  I don't know what it was; he didn't seem to hesitate.

"Well, I can understand that."  And I told him about my family.  I didn't go into great detail, but I told him that it was okay to be jealous.  Because she was his mom and he missed being close to her and so forth.  But he got the point and told me that no, it wasn't that he didn't think she loved him as much because she was fucking around.  He was jealous because he wanted to fuck her.  He didn't say that, exactly, but he didn't hint either.  He said, essentially, that he wanted to do the stuff the other guys were doing with her.

I asked him if he was jealous of me, and he said no, that was different.

So we talked about that.  Once I got past the barriers and told him some things about me, he opened up and we were able to have a conversation about sex.  And about how people would probably not approve of his desires, but that I wasn't judging him at all.  He liked hearing about Mike and my mom.  We talked about the situation.

Then I asked him, "So, would it help if we did stuff?"  I admit, I was expecting a different answer than I got.

"Not really."

Wha?  I was figuring that, even if it didn't really help, he would probably be interested.  I mean, maybe he was just hard up, right?

"Okay."

"I mean... you're really pretty and I like seeing you, you know, when you're here.  And it makes me do stuff."

"You jerk off?"

"Yeah.  All the time."

"Does my being here make it harder on you?"

"No."  I think he thought I was insulted because he tried to weasel out of it, but I didn't let him.  "I mean, yeah, I wouldn't mind doing stuff with you.  But I feel like I would be..."

"You'd be being unfaithful to your mom?"

"Yeah.  I mean, when I've seen you naked, it's made me get stiff, but I'm always thinking of her.  Like, when I jerk off."

He was smitten.  This complicated things.  "And sleeping with her must be really tough."

"Yeah.  I get stiff then too."

So we talked some more.  I don't want you to think I was trying to encourage him.  I kind of wanted to, but I also knew that, well, people definitely don't understand this shit.  And he'd have to keep it secret.  But he didn't seem to care.

So finally I said, "Okay.  Okay.  Well, I'm glad we could talk about this."  Which was about the greatest exit line in the universe, so I cracked a smile and he smiled too, and I said, "Listen, whatever happens, I'm okay with it.  You don't have to worry about me judging you.  And if you ever decide you want to talk, or do anything else, I promise I'll be here for you."

And then I went to talk to Kate.  And I wasn't sure what I was going to say.  So I just said, "Kate, your son loves you very much and he's worried."

"Worried about what?"

"Well, I think he's attracted to you and he's worried about that."

"I'm worried about it too."

So I got to have another talk, about my family.  And I pretty much laid the cards on the table.  And I told her that I had offered to help him take his mind off her, but he had said no.  Which shocked her.

"So..."

"He really wants to be with you.  I think he has for a long time."

"We can't.  I can't.  It would be wrong."

"That's what people say."

"What do you say?"

"I'm not a good person to ask."  And I'm not.  Because if it were up to me, everyone who wanted to would be fucking each other's brains out, age, gender, family be damned.  But she really wanted to know, so I told her, "If he were my son, and I felt the way you do about him, and he felt the way he does about you, I'd talk to him about it."

So we both went back to Liam's room and had yet another talk, which I won't repeat because it was basically just a lot of rehashing, until finally Kate asked Liam if he really wanted to be with her, and he said yes, and she said, "Okay then.  I do too."

At this point, I was going to make myself scarce, but Kate and Liam both begged me to stay.  "We don't know how to do this," Kate said.  Like it's any different from any other time two people have sex.  But the nice part of me ignored that, and the pervy part really wanted to stay, so I stayed.

I didn't give orders or play them like puppets.  But I did suggest that maybe, before they jumped into anything too serious, they might try kissing a little.  It was awkward at first.  It was like two high school kids kissing on stage.  But then Kate seemed to make a decision, and Liam seemed to get into it, and pretty soon they were kissing, mother and son, quite romantically.

Last time you saw Liam he was a boy.  He is now as tall as his mother.  So while there's a definite age difference, it's not pronounced.  And once Kate made her decision, she stopped being shy.  She led him.  "Do you want to touch Mom's breasts?" she asked him, and he nodded, so she took his hand and put it on her breast and held it there, then asked if he wanted her to take her shirt off.  Of course he did.

I noticed that he was hard as a rock, and his awkwardness had kind of fallen by the wayside.  She pulled off her shirt and without being asked he leaned in and started sucking on her nipple.  And she was definitely as turned on as she should have been.  She finally broke him off to pull off his shirt, and then he went back to sucking, or perhaps suckling, on her breast.  She was breathing hard.

After a few minutes, she said, "Let's go into the big room, okay?  I want you to be in my bed with me as a man now."  He grinned eagerly.  So I followed them into the big bedroom, and Kate pulled off her shorts and was wearing nothing but panties.  "You really like how I look?" she asked him, as if she couldn't tell by the tent he was pitching.  He nodded earnestly.  "Come and touch Mom's pussy," she said, pulling her panties off too and lying back on the bed.

He was a bit timid, not because he didn't want to but because he wasn't sure what to do.  In the end he just put his hand over the place where he had come into the world and felt the heat and wetness.  "Put your finger in," I suggested quietly to him when he looked over at me for confirmation.

He was fingering his mom's pussy.  And he looked so happy.  So did she.  She was flushed all over and just his touch seemed to drive her wild.  But after a moment she said, "Come up here.  Come to me, Liam.  I want you.  I don't care.  I want you so much Liam."

"I want you too, Mom," he said.  He pulled his pants and underwear down at once and climbed onto the bed with her.

Not going to lie, Liam does not take after his asshole father.  He was sporting a respectable cock.

"Get between my legs, baby.  God, look at that cock."  Kate laughed breathlessly.  "You're so big, baby.  I want it inside me, okay sweetie?"

"Really?"  He still didn't quite believe what was happening.  I don't blame him.

"Go on.  No need to be jealous any more.  You're who I want.  Who I've always wanted.  I love you, Liam.  I want you so bad."

She reached down and took his cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance.  And then he moved forward and obscured the view but I knew he was inside her, because he grunted and she gasped and I think she came.  "You make Mommy feel so good, baby!" she almost wailed.

"This feels so good," he said, moving down and further into her.

And then she pulled him down to kiss her, then put her hand on his hip and guided him in and out.  He didn't last long, maybe five slow thrusts, before he gasped, "I'm gonna..."

"It's okay, baby.  I want you to do it inside me."

He didn't need any convincing of that either.  He just moved down and then spasmed and I was sure he was filling up her shallow pussy with teen cream.

After he finished, he just lay on top of her with her arms wrapped around him.  They said various lovey things.  It was adorable.  Then she laughed.  "Jesus Liam, you just fucked your mom."

"Yeah."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah.  I mean, of course, right?"  And he laughed too.

"I know.  Know how I know?"

"How?"

"Because you're getting hard again, you silly.  Want to fuck your mom again?"

"Can I?"

"May I."

"Mom, jeez.  Okay, may I?"

"May I what?"

"May I..."

"You can say it, Liam.  I don't care.  Lexi doesn't care.  Shit, Lexi, you're probably so bored."

I assured them that I was definitely not.

"Well then Liam, say it."

"May I... fuck you again?"

"Yes baby.  As much as you want, okay?"

And she reached down and guided him in again, and they started more of the same.  It was...

Okay, aside.  I'm a pervert.  So I would totally be down with watching a mom and son fucking regardless.  But this made me so happy.  They weren't fucking, even if Kate was calling it that.  They were making love.  It was just so loving.  It was sexy as hell too, but more than that, it made me so happy for them.  I know that's weird and probably people would say that she was abusing him, but there was no abuse there.

Also, despite it being his first time, Liam acquitted himself excellently.  The first time he was nervous and too wound up to perform, but they both just wanted to do it right away.  But the second time, after they continued missionary for a while, Kate came again and Liam was so happy he was making his mom cum.  He rode her right through a nice O on her part, then she told him to lie back.  "I want to give my boy the full experience," she said, climbing on top and slipping down onto him.

She started rocking on him, telling him to hold her hips and guide her, and he did just that.  "Mom, you feel so great," he kept saying.  And she was moaning his name.  He must have been bottoming out in her with every thrust down, and he started thrusting up too, but she took it all and loved every inch.

I was honored.  I mean, really.  I got to share one of the most intimate moments between a mother and son, and while I think they mostly forgot I was there and I didn't interfere, when he came inside her, pulling her hips down to him, he looked over at me and grinned.

Kate motioned for me to come over and gave me a giant kiss and thanked me.  I'm not really sure for what.  I guess for greasing the wheels.  She wanted to know if I was wound up, if I needed anything, and I said no, this was their time and I wasn't going to intrude.  Then Liam kissed me too, a little shyly but in a definitely romantic way.

I was going to leave at that point but neither of them would hear of it.  So in the end I spent the night.  Kate wanted to know what to tell Kevin, and I said they needed to tell him but maybe work up to it.  "Do you think he's going to be upset?" Kate asked me.

"I honestly don't know," was all I could say.  And I don't.  I hope he's not.  But I did tell her that it was important to make sure he wasn't jealous, not that Liam got to fuck his mom, but that it would mean that Liam was the favorite.  My parents, when Mari and then Sheri became women, were very careful to stress that it didn't mean they loved the other kids less.  Now, in our case, it may have been easier because we knew that our turns would come.

And I said that, but I also said that if they decided that Kevin's turn would come, that it was important for it to be his choice.  I could see him jumping on the bandwagon because he was scared not to be included, but not really wanting to or something.  Kate, of course, wanted me to talk to him.  I told her I would think about it.

They were like rabbits though.  It was like the dam had burst and now there was no point in denying anything.  They kept asking if I needed anything, but I just told them to do what they needed to do.

I did give Liam some pointers on going down on a woman.  Well, really, Kate and I both gave him pointers, but at a certain point (well, after about five seconds) she was enjoying herself too much to give him solid advice.  He seemed nervous and kept looking over at me, so I buckled and came down to the business end of things and kibitzed.  Pretty soon he had a finger up her and was licking her clit and she was moaning until she begged him to stop and fuck her again.

The third time was slow, body to body.  They were wrapped in each other, with his hips just thrusting in and out of her while they kissed and panted and groaned.  They stayed that way for what seemed like hours.  I don't know when he came, but they didn't stop embracing and kissing.

Then they got dressed, sort of.  Kate just pulled on a robe and Liam put his underwear back on and a shirt, and we had dinner.  Kevin seemed completely oblivious.  It was a little awkward from our point of view, but he was totally normal.  He rushed back to his room to keep playing Minecraft or something like that, and Kate looked after him with a slightly worried look, but then she shook her head and said, "I may be a terrible mother but I can't help it."  And then she reached over and took out Liam's cock and started sucking it.  I suggested that we go back to the bedroom just in case.

Number four was Liam's first time behind his mother, and he seemed to enjoy that too.  He even worked up some energy (oh to be young again) and when she enjoyed a bit harder thrusts he gave it his all.  He really loves making her cum.  It seems to fill him with pride.  I can understand that.

I declined when Kate asked if I needed anything and left them snuggled together.  About an hour later Kate came out into the living room, naked and glowing.  "He's asleep," she said with this beautiful smile.  "My baby.  He's so beautiful.  God, I can't believe this is happening.  I don't want to wake up from this dream."

We had drinks and sat on the couch and talked some more.  She went to put Kevin to bed, or rather, as she said, to make sure he turned off the computer and went to sleep.  Then she came back shucked her robe, and practically threw herself at me.  "No," I said.  "This should be your special time with Liam.  I'm okay."

"He won't mind," she whispered, kissing my neck.

So we made out for a while.  Kate packed a bowl and we smoked.  I won't lie; that was part of the reason I was there.  Pot has been helpful with my various pain issues and I had come over hoping to score a little.  And with the edge off, she got my clothes off and ate me out until I had to stop.  I had a tiny little O, the most I'd had in days, which was painful but pleasant too.  And then I got to taste her son's cum in her pussy and give her two shuddering orgasms.

"Come to bed," she said finally.

"No, you should go back there to be with him."

"Come on.  He said he didn't mind."

So all three of us wound up sleeping in the bed.  I woke at some point in the early hours because of the motion of the mattress and smiled as I found Liam slowly fucking her again.  She reached up and took his hand and put it on my breast and he held it there for a moment before I smiled sleepily back and said, "I'm okay."  Like rabbits, I tell you.

When I woke up again, I was alone in the bed.  Kate had gone to drop Kevin off at some camp or other activity.  I met Liam in the living room, sitting on the couch in his underwear and a shirt.  We talked.  He finally said, "Do you, you know... need anything from me?"

"Liam honey, if you wanted that and your mom was okay with it, I would love to.  But not today."

"But she and you fucked, right?"

"Yes, we did.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have."

"No, it's fine.  I told her she should.  I was too tired to make her happy right then."

"You care about her, don't you?"  What a stupid thing to say.  Of course he cares about her.

"Yeah.  I love it when she's happy."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes!"  He was quite emphatic about that.  "I love my mom.  And now I love her in more ways, you know?"

"I do."

He pulled his underwear down.  "But it's not fair that she gets to be happy and you don't."

"I'm plenty happy, Liam.  I promise."

"So you don't want to?"

"No, honey, no.  I would love to."  He looked so sad at the thought that I wouldn't want him.  "Do you want to wait for your mom to get home?"

"No," he grinned, a shit-eating grin.  Because he's a horny teenager.  "I haven't done anything in hours.  I don't want to wait."  He's going to be trouble.  The good kind of trouble, but if Kate's not careful she's never going to get a moment's peace.

I was naked, he was naked, and things just came naturally.  I felt a little guilty for a few minutes, but my lizard brain was firmly in control.  He loves breasts and mine needed some attention.  I told him not to expect me to cum, which disappointed him (and me too) but that I would enjoy every minute of it regardless.  And that just because I liked something didn't mean his mom would.  Basically, I was giving him sex ed while he rounded the bases on me.

His tit-sucking technique is amazing for someone who's so inexperienced.  His fingering was enjoyable if clumsy, and I did try to give him a few pointers there.  He asked me if I wanted him to lick me and I said no, I'd rather lick him.  Which I did.  "Wow," he said.  I flatter myself, but he did say that when I started sucking his cock.  I'm better than Kate.  Sorry, it's just the truth.  But she's had to deal with Roger for so many years, so it's hardly surprising she doesn't really know what to do with a nice cock.

Kate came through the door as I was deepthroating her son.  I stopped and looked up stupidly.  She just looked back for a moment, smiled, and said, "Liam, did you ask nicely?"

"Very nicely.  I was going to wait for you but..."

She laughed.  "He's a teenager.  He's got needs.  God, I'm never going to get a moment to myself any more, am I?  I'll have to have you over more often to pick up the slack."

"Do you two want to..." I began, but she shook her head.

"Come on Lexi, let the boy have his fun.  I've got cleaning to do that didn't get done yesterday because we were too busy."

But she didn't go anywhere.  She stripped off her clothes and sat on the couch next to him, gave him a big kiss, and said, "I want to see how he looks when he's fucking you.  My big guy."

She got her wish.  Liam and I wound up on the floor, me on my hands and knees, him behind me.  She took his cock and guided it into me.  I almost came right then, and in another time I would have.  It was so fucking sexy to be fucked by the son while the mother eggs him on.  And she did egg him on.  Her hand was between her legs moving furiously.

The pot had worn off by this point, obviously, so the pain was pretty bad, but I tried to ignore it.  It just felt great.  But when he got close, I said, "Go on kid, give your mom a taste."  She was over in a shot, and he pulled out and let her get her mouth around him and then exploded on her tongue.  She was kind enough to kiss me and pass me some.

"Wow," said Liam again.  "I don't mind watching you and my mom at all."

"See, it can be fun to watch," his mom grinned.  So we let him watch for a while as I went down on her.

Then as she was gasping, I looked up at him and said, "You should be doing this.  Practice practice practice."

"Get over here, Liam.  Make Mommy cum with your tongue."  She was practically begging him.

I had to leave.  It was getting late in the day and I had work.  I left them on the living room floor, once again wrapped in each other, his hips thrusting slowly in and out.

Kate keeps thanking me.  I should be thanking her, but whatever.  She wants me to come back.  She said she wants to truly share her son with me.  And I'm totally down with that.  I just need to get some time off to do it.

Guess Who Got Picked Up

So a nice lesbian couple picked me up last night.  I'm not going to tease.  I won't introduce a lot of back story.

Okay, yes I will.  I was working overnight, as I do now because life is difficult, and toward the end of my shift a couple of cute girls came in to shop.  They needed help finding something and we got to talking, and I noticed they were being, shall we say, more affectionate toward each other than our normal couple of girls usually are.  I'm not saying they were making out; they were just holding hands and looking at one another in a way which suggested more than friendship.

We talked and I worked in a, "So, are you two a couple?" after a suitable interval to get the social barometer.  Didn't hurt that one of them had a rainbow flag shirt on and I could comment on that and how awesome that is.  Pride in our town was a week or so ago, so that made a perfect intro.  They were pretty straight about it and said yes, they were.  I was suitably encouraging.  I wasn't looking for anything, just three gals of a queerer persuasion being able to talk about it.  This town... not super gay-friendly.  Not openly antagonistic, as evidenced by the fact that we have a Pride Parade, but being out is more difficult than in other places.

But I just thought it was great that they were together and living in this town and so forth.  Well, they don't live in this town, but near enough.  They weren't visiting from Gayvania or anything.  I told them about Sveta, said I was happily bi but in a long-term relationship with her, etc.  We were fast friends.

They need names and descriptions (apologies, by the way, if I ever use pseudonyms I've already used at some point in the past and it gets confusing; I haven't read through my own archive and a lot of the older stuff I don't even remember writing some days).  Jax and Poppy, let's call them.  Both around my age, maybe a bit younger.

Jax is perky, short, dirty blonde but with her hair tinted pink and cut in a short bob.  Not a lipstick lesbian at all, but not really butch.  She was wearing a t-shirt (the rainbow flag) and a pair of jean shorts which definitely drew my eye to her ass when I first saw them.  Skinny as a rail but with curves nonetheless.

Poppy seemed to wear the pants in the relationship even though she is more stereotypically feminine and was wearing a dress.  Probably the older of the two.  More laconic, but she has a dry wit which made me laugh several times.  Plus-size, whatever the fuck that means any more, which in this case means she probably can't shop in the Juniors section.  Brown hair, long and in a braid down her back.  Shorter than me (who isn't, really) but tall for a woman.

Anyway, Jax asked me when I got off work and I told them, and they said they were still shopping and would catch up with me after I clocked out so I wouldn't get in trouble.  Which I likely wouldn't have, since they're customers and excellent customer service is my business, am I right, my fellow retail peons?  But I did have things to finish before I left, so I said sure, that would be great.  And it was nice getting to talk to them.  I have fewer queer friends than I'd like and most of those are gay men because of my theatrical connections.  I can talk queer stuff with a gay guy, but it's not the same as getting to chat with lesbians.  Plus, they were fun to talk to.

I finished work and they were still shopping, so I told them I would become a civilian and join them.  Ditched my uniform, came back in the store, and we continued walking the aisles and shopping and talking.  They checked out and I figured okay, I'll head home now, a little late but no biggie.  But then they invited me to go back to their place to have some refreshments and keep hanging out.  I admit, part of me really just wanted to go home and go to sleep, and that should tell you all you need to know about either my state of mind or the fact that I really didn't expect to be propositioned in any way.  It was definitely framed as going back to hang out and keep talking.  But I was enjoying their company and hey, I usually don't go to sleep right when I get home, so I said sure.

I followed them back to their house in the boonies, a few miles out of town.  They've got a nice place.  Made me feel envious.  I helped them unload the car, we sat down on the couch, they offered me a drink and a snack, and we just kept talking.  Honestly, I think they were happy to meet another queer person (of any stripe; I don't want to coopt that term at all and as a bisexual I'm usually more supportive of homosexuals than actively experiencing their struggles) to talk with too.

We didn't get drunk, although I think Jax got a little tipsy.  The conversation turned from general to sex.  I'm unabashed, and it was pleasant to speak to two similarly unabashed people, so once we all realized we weren't shy about talking about sex, we delved into the nitty gritty.  I haven't been so open about sex in conversation with friends in a long time.  It reminded me of the way Gwen and I used to talk (Gwen was my college roommate, for those who don't remember, and she's got her own tag over there so feel free to look her up).

And then, I suppose naturally, Jax said, "So, you wanna fuck?"

I admit, I hadn't really been expecting it.  I mean, I can't say I was surprised, necessarily, not with the conversation as dirty as it had gotten, but I also hadn't really sensed a desire up to that point.  I said, "Okay.  Was that the plan all along?"

"Hell no," said Jax, laughing.  "But I mean, we never meet anyone."

"This town... not a place to go trolling for lesbos," Poppy said.

"I hear you," I said, laughing too.  "Do you guys do this often?"

"Once or twice since we've been together," Poppy said.  "Usually on vacations or something, where we can get some action."

"Honestly, meeting you in a store?  What the fuck?" Jax said.

"I certainly wasn't expecting it," I said, laughing.

"So you're good with it?" Jax asked.

"Hell yeah I'm good with it.  You guys are great.  I can't wait to get to taste you," I said enthusiastically.

Poppy just grinned and pulled her skirt over her head.  Nice big tits, definitely the type that a tit man would enjoy.  I'm agnostic, so I was perfectly happy with them.  Poppy has hips on her, but I'm okay with that too.  Jax came over and kissed me, without any shyness at all, her hands running quickly down my back and gripping my ass.

I broke away for a moment and lifted Jax's shirt.  Nice perky breasts, with tan lines.  I had noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and had filed that thought away until now.  Tiny little nipples, pink almost to the point of being red.  She had a tattoo of Ursa Major on her ribcage under the left breast.  I kissed my way down to that and then attached myself to those tiny nipples.  While I was doing that I slid my hand down into her shorts and under the panties and cupped her ass.  Surprisingly soft, for such a bony little thing.

Poppy came up behind me and pulled my pants down (yes, I have to wear pants to work).  "Pretty," she said, and I think it was about my panties, but maybe it was about my ass.  I'll assume panties and be humble.  They are pretty panties, blue and white striped bikinis (I love me bikini bottoms) which show off things nicely, I think.  My pants were magically gone; I wasn't really concentrating on anything but Jax's nipples.  God they were cute.

Poppy's hand was between my legs running over my pussy, then my panties vanished as well and her finger slipped into me.  "She's wet," Poppy commented to Jax.

"So am I," Jax laughed.  I took that as an invitation and helped her down to the floor, then pulled down her shorts.  Her panties were pink too.  I hoped the pussy beneath would be similarly pink.  Well, hope is perhaps the wrong word; I barely had time to think it to myself before I pulled the panties off.  She was pink all over, hair, nipples, panties, pussy.  Giant labia on her, at least proportional to her size everywhere else.  And her clit was very clear to see.  Not huge or anything, but pronounced.  A pity she's a lesbian; she could have taught a lot of men to find the clitoris.  Maybe it was arousal, but it was swollen.

I wish I could say the taste was wonderful.  She tasted a little stale.  But then I get to sample the sweetest pussy in the world almost daily (Sveta reads this, but I'm not saying that because she'll read it; she has the sweetest damn pussy in the world), so I'm spoiled.  It wasn't unpleasant, just a little stale.  After my day at work without a shower, I imagine my own parts probably tasted a little sweaty, so I wasn't complaining.

Jax was wet too, just as she'd said.  I easily got two fingers inside her and lapped away at her clit and labia while fingering her.  Rather than being too sensitive, she encouraged me.  Poppy had commented something about Jax not being shy about the clit earlier, so I wasn't shy either.

Poppy, for her part, was finger fucking me hard.  I had to break off and ask her to be gentler.  I took that as a sign of what I should do to Jax though, and pretty soon I was rubbing the roof of Jax's pussy with three fingers as hard as I could while practically biting her clit off.  "Shit, I'm cumming," she grunted, like she was surprised, and then her muscles clamped down on my fingers so hard I almost lost circulation.  "Motherfuck, yes, keep fucking ramming me," she gasped.

Poppy had by this point replaced her fingers with her mouth and I felt her rimming me.  It's not something I get a lot of, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.  When she stuck a finger in my ass (like I said, we had basically talked enough that we knew boundaries weren't going to be broken) I clenched and almost came, but those damned pains brought me out of it again.  Still, it was very pleasant.

I wasn't going to leave Jax alone though, and I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it, hard, while flicking it with my tongue.  At the same time, my juicy fingers slid down from pussy to ass and pressed in with no trouble, and she grunted, "Jesus Christ, fuck," and came again.  I pressed my thumb into her cunt while it spasmed and squeezed the lower wall between pussy and asshole and she was moaning like crazy.

Having rocked Jax's world, I came up for air to get my first good look at Poppy naked.  Her breasts drooped a little out of the bra, but like I said, I go for all kinds, and they felt just fine in my hands and then in my mouth.  Her nipples are bigger but, shockingly perhaps, just as pink as Jax's.  They were already hard but got stiff enough to cut glass as I sucked them.  I heard Jax saying, "She's good, huh?"  And then I felt her little tongue caressing my pussy, running all over it.

Poppy lay back to let me have access to her pussy, and damn if she didn't have a nice one.  Trimmed pubes unlike Jax's waxed-bare pussy, a little coarse but they didn't get in my way.  And she tasted much nicer.  A deep note of musk, a little coppery, just a hint of pussy sweetness.  Like a fine wine, I suppose, if I went in for wine.  A much more compact package, neat little opening, tannish labia and the hint of a clitoral bulge which I was gentle with at first until it swelled up slightly and she was enjoying herself.  I used my thumb to apply pressure to her ass without penetration until she said, "Go on, stick it in there," and then I was basically giving her the reverse of what I had given Jax a few minutes before.

Poppy, for all her terseness of speech, is extremely vocal while being fucked.  She could provide a soundtrack to a porno with all the, "Oh fuck yes," that she was doing.  Jax, meanwhile, was driving me crazy.  She had pulled my hips down over her face and was lapping away at my clit while slowly curling two fingers up into my pussy walls.  It was intense but not hard.  I think she has more experience, although maybe she's just really good, because it wasn't what seemed to get Poppy off at all.  Or maybe Poppy's just easy to please.  I wasn't going to complain.

I did finally cum, a very small O which is usually all I get these days.  They knew about my medical stuff (we had talked about it at length, actually, and they were quite sympathetic) so when I gasped that I was cumming, Jax almost stopped until I begged her to finish me up.

And all this time, even though Poppy was definitely enjoying herself, she hadn't cum.  Which made it a personal challenge, because while she was not a quick climax, it could be done and I would do it.  What finally did it was running the length of my tongue, tip to base, over the top of her pussy while curling my fingers up against her.  She was moaning and screaming the whole time, and when she finally came she wrapped her legs around my head and almost pulled me in.  After it was over, she gently pushed me away.

"You know, if you really want to drive her crazy, I'll grab her favorite toy," Jax said, sitting beside us.

"Jax, I'm spent," Poppy panted.

"Come on, you shit.  You know you want Lexi to fuck you with it."

"I don't think..."

"Just lie back and enjoy it," Jax insisted.  And she brought out a strapon with a huge studded dildo on it.  "She'll be begging for more in a minute," Jax grinned, handing it to me.

So I strapped in and then Jax, grinning, started giving head to the dildo.  It was fun to watch.  After a minute, she popped up and said, "Okay, go to it."

I guided that dil into Poppy, who immediately started moaning and gasping like she'd never stopped.  Jax had her fingers diddling Poppy's clit while I started slow, working my way in, and then when Jax reached around to pull my hips in I moved faster.  "I want to feel this next," I said with a grin.  "I mean, if she's loving it this much..."

"Want a buttplug while you wait?" asked Jax, like it was the most normal thing in the world to ask.

"Shit yeah."  Jax laughed at that and brought out a medium-sized plug.

"This one is my favorite," she said, then she deepthroated it with a shit-eating grin (I guess that might be slightly literal) and proceeded to pop it into my ass.  It wasn't the biggest one I've ever had, but it was nicely sized and filled me up pleasantly.  And then she started to move it in and out a little while I went back to fucking Poppy.

Poppy came again, seemingly harder this time, and wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me down until all I could do was grind.  Then she released me and lay back looking very satisfied but also a little out of it.  "Stay right there," said Jax, giving my ass a slap and giggling.  She pulled the straps off me and before I knew it was fucking me from behind.  The dildo felt huge, especially with the plug in the other hole, and Jax wasn't gentle, but I didn't really mind at this point.  Pain and pleasure kind of swam together.

After a while, I couldn't take much more and I did something I'm not proud of, but which I could get away with.  I faked an orgasm.  Yes.  I'm a bad person.  I do feel guilty about it, but I wanted Jax to feel good about her performance, and in other circumstances I would have cum multiple times, so I faked it a little.

And then I sat back, playing idly with myself, while Poppy took control of Jax.  That's the only way I can describe it.  I had thought I did a good job.  Poppy knew Jax like the back of her hand.  Jax was cumming almost immediately after Poppy started in on her.  Poppy had produced a vibe and had that inside Jax, hard, and was going after her clit like a monster.  Poppy got her other hand involved, with three fingers up Jax's ass, practically fisting her it was so hard.  And Jax came and came.  I was suitably humbled.

They practically begged me to stay, but I had to work the next night too and really needed to grab what sleep I could, so we called it a day.  But they said they would come back and abduct me from work if necessary if I didn't visit again, and possibly bring Sveta with me, and I think they meant it.  They were talking taking a vacation together, all four of us, to some places they know where the getting is good, trying to get another few gals together and having a proper lesbian orgy.  And while I'm not sure that will ever actually happen, I'm definitely going to visit them again.  It was too much fun.  I haven't had that much fun in a while.  Sex has, recently, had too much baggage involved, and this was totally baggage free.  And I definitely want to bring Sveta along, because I think she'll love it too.