Archive-name: Family/famstud2.txt Archive-author: Ed Dippus aka Fast Oeddie Archive-title: Family Stud - 2 - Chapter 2 - After calling out to me in the shower, Mom proceeded to Karen's room. She knew something was up as soon as she walked in. She smelled S-E-X in the air, and Karen was wrapped up in her robe again, holding it tight around her and looking guilty as hell huddled in the corner of her bed. "Karen, what's going on in here?" she asked, stepping in and shutting the door behind her. She was dressed in her work outfit, a pleated white blouse (which looked like the shirt you wear under a tux), a black bow tie, a short, tight black skirt and black mesh hose. "Nothing," good answer, Sis! "Don't tell me ... what's this?!" Mom stooped and picked up my polaroid. Luckily, my face wasn't in the shot. "Uh, I was, uh, well ..." "You were masturbating, weren't you, karen?" Relieved beyond belief, Karen copped to the lesser charge. "Yes, Mom, yes I was. I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again!" "Oh, cut it out," Mom cried, but not angrily, as she sat on the end of the bed, "there's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it. But I am worried about this photo. Did you take this of Bobby, dear?" Once again, Karen couldn't believe her luck. But she made it even more innocuous than it was, "It's Bob, Mom. But I didn't take it. He just gave it to me. He wants me to fool around and he thought it would excite me and make me want him." "Well, I see it worked. Mmmm, and I can see why. He's got quite a large one, doesn't he." "I wouldn't know large from small, Mom. I haven't seen any others, but it does look nice." "No, of course you wouldn't dear. And it is nice. But I wish you wouldn't fool around with him. What you were doing just now is perfectly fine to release tension, but you don't need to have intercourse with Bobby." "But Mom, I like him a lot and I want him to like me. But if I don't fool around, he might find some girl that does." "Well, there are other ways to keep a man interested without risking it all, you know. Have you thought about just using your hand on him, the way you do on yourself?" "Oh, come on, Mom. I don't know a lot, but I do know that guys and girls do it differently. I wouldn't even know what to do." Karen was really laying that innocent stuff on thick. Mom considered this for a minute, then said, "I'll be right back." A few minutes later, Mom returned with a large shoebox. She placed it on the dresser and extracted a very realistic looking dildo from it. This flesh-colored monstrosity was about six inches from base to tip and possessed a pair of balls as well. Karen was speechless as Mom began her lecture. "As you know, this is what a penis looks like. You can probably tell from Bob's photo that men masturbate like so." Mom began stroking the dildo lightly. "By continuing with this motion for an extended period of time, you can cause a man to ejaculate. Of course, you may vary the motion, going faster and slower, or gripping tighter or looser. Fondling his testes like this will also provide some variety." Mom lost her composure a little then as she cracked into a guilty smile and said in a conspiratorial whisper, "Your father used to love when I'd do this for him. He especially liked when I'd fist just the head, like this." "That's great, Mom, but won't jacking him off get a little... old after awhile?" "I don't know where you picked up such language, but, yes, it may," Mom admitted, "but you mustn't let him pressure you into intercourse. You must put him off." "But Mom, men can be so insistent. Won't he argue that I'm just doing something he can do for himself?" "Well, you have to be firm. But if a man is extra insistent, and there's no other way out, you may try fellatio." "Oh, wow, what's that?" Karen asked in (well-faked) wide-eyed wonder. "Fellatio is the art of stimulating a man orally. Your father also said I was a wonderful fellatrix." "Mom, do you mean cock-sucking." "Yes, honey, that is a vulgar way to put it. Other terms include blowjob and giving head. It requires much more technique and lots of practice to do well. I usually begin by stroking it with my hand, then I move it into my mouth, licking and kissing it entirely. Then I hollow out my cheeks, applying gentle suction with my lips and keeping my tongue against it. A steady up and down motion then usually finishes the job nicely." "But, what about the cum?" "You can swallow it, spit it out, or finish him with your hand if you don't like the taste. I always just swallow; it's much less of a mess that way. Here, observe my technique on this." Mom then began huffing and puffing up and down the length of the dildo. Karen began to get really turned on by this. The fact that our Mom was turning her on didn't phase her at all. By the way Mom's nipples were poking against her white work blouse, it was clear that it was having a similar effect on her. After several minutes of demonstration, Mom handed the dildo to Karen and instructed her to try. Karen, whose expertise I can attest to, enthusiastically swallowed the whole length of the fake dong after only a few preliminary tongue swipes. Mom squealed in surprise "My goodness, Karen, you're a natural," as her chest heaved with pants and her thighs squirmed under her short black skirt. Karen pulled away the dildo and, lips glistening with saliva, asked in a breathless voice "But what about me, Mom, I'll be so hot I'll want to do more than this. Not even masturbating can fulfill me now. I feel empty, I want to be filled." Mom seemed out of it at this point. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her breath was short. She considered a moment, then came up with the solution. "You already masturbate, so I guess there's no harm in adding a little stimulation to that process. You could borrow this dildo here when you want to be filled. But I'm not sure you could take it." "But Mom, I want it!" Karen whined. "Okay honey, here, lie down. But let's do this right." Karen couldn't believe what was happening, but the little slut was incredibly turned on by this. We always knew that Mom was highly sexed (her shoebox of sex toys was no news to us), but that she was highly bi-sexed was incredible. Sis was the type of person who would try anything once and most things twice. Her philosophy (and mine) was that if it feels good, do it. If it feels real good, do it a lot. Hence her masturbation in the living room. Hence our tete-a-tete (interruptus). On now, she was about to get into it with Mom. Mom turned out the lights in the bedroom, but the glow from the streetlights lit the room enough for them to see each other. Karen lay back with her robe sashed loosely at her waist. Mom knelt on the floor beside her. She reached up and opened Karen's robe, exposing her completely. Mom then put her arm under Karen's neck and whispered in her ear. "Okay, baby, begin by touching yourself with your hands." As Karen reached between her own thighs with both hands, Mom began stroking her stomach lightly. Karen hunched closer in to Mom and moaned lightly. Mom whimpered in answer. Almost imperceptibly, Mom's hand crept down Karen's torso, her fingers first brushing lightly at Karen's golden pubes, then twining into the curls. Karen began humping her hips up into her own hands as Mom's hand rode lightly, palm down, just above those hands. Karen brought her right hand up to her own breast, tweaking the nipple and massaging the round globe of flesh. Her other hand slid up, covered Mom's and brought it back down to the juicy young pussy. Together, mother and daughter stroked the sweet gash and swollen clit. Mom's breath was hot and heavy in Karen's ear. Suddenly, Karen turned her head, paused for a moment, then plunged her lips onto Mom's. Mom responded warmly, increasing the pace of her hand on Karen's slit while trying to tongue her tonsils. They stayed locked in that kiss while Mom slipped first one, then two fingers into her daughter's juicy pussy. Karen humped her hand hard, all the while increasing the pace on her own clit. Her right hand returned to join her left. Then Mom pulled away gently. "I think you're ready for 'Dick' now, honey." "Oh, Mom," Karen giggled "what a silly name. I love you, Mom. I'm ready. Please give him to me." Mom picked up 'Dick' from the floor, then said "Let me warm him for you," and slipped it into her mouth. After a few moments of dildo deep-throat, she pulled the glistening fake phallus from her mouth and moved it to Sis' snatch. Mom teased Karen a bit by rubbing the dildo between her pussy lips a while and teasing the clit with the head. Then she straightened it out, bent down, kissed Karen, and slid the dildo into her snatch. As 'Dick' slid home, Karen took in a long shuddering breath, then let it out in a long, low moan. Her hands were gripping Mom's shoulders. Mom's right hand was still under Karen's neck as her left manipulated the dildo slowly in and out of her pussy. Karen moved her hands in towards Mom's neck, then began unbuttoning her blouse. As Mom fucked Karen with the dildo, Karen moved down the pleated front of Mom's work blouse. When all the buttons were undone, she began pushing the blouse off Mom's shoulders. Mom pulled her right hand back, shrugged off that sleeve, switched hands on the dildo, then shrugged off the other sleeve, leaving her in her bra, skirt and hose with that black bow tie still around her throat. Her left hand returned to dildo duty, while her right began caressing her daughter's tits. For her part, Karen began kneading Mom's larger, fuller tits through her bra, then undid the clasp, which was conveniently located in front. As Mom's tits burst free, Karen whimpered hungrily and began sucking on the large nipples, swollen with lust. Mom whimpered back. Karen's hand dropped between Mom's knees and snaked up her skirt. Expecting to encounter fabric, she was surprised to find that Mom wore stockings ... and no panties. Her fingers progressed unobstructed to Mom's glistening, swollen snatch. "Mom!" Karen grasped, dropping her liplock on Mom's tit. "I never wear them to work," Mom said, "I get much bigger tips that way." Then she let go of the dildo and stood up to shuck her skirt. Clad now only in garterbelt and hose (and that incongrous bow tie), she lay down next to Karen and took her in her arms. "I love you, Karen," she breathed, "I want you to feel good." Then they commenced to kissing again, running their hands freely over one another's body. Finally, Mom grabbed hold of the dildo once again. She sat up a bit and began pumping it in and out. Then she knelt over Karen's body, picking up the pace. Then she leaned over and, as Karen moaned out her approval and assent, began lashing her daughter's bulging clit with her tongue. Karen kept one hand on Mom's head and tweaked Mom's nipple with the other, then moved it around Mom's ass and slipped a finger into her pussy. They kept this position for awhile, Mom tonguing Karen, Karen finger-fucking Mom. Then Karen began to pull Mom's ass closer to her head. Mom didn't struggle, but quickly assumed the full 69 position over Karen. Karen plunged her greedy tongue into her mother's pussy. Within minutes, both were humping like crazy, rubbing their pussies into each other's face. The dildo was discarded in favor of a full oral attack, and mother and daughter each had her arms hooked around the other's thighs. Karen began to feel a tremendous orgasm coming on, and lost her concentration in the feeling. Mom considerately stopped humping her face and concentrated on bringing her squirming daughter off. A short labial attack followed by a full clitoral assault, and the objective was achieved. Karen arched her back as she reached the precipice, then lunged forward as she came violently, her screams muffled in her mother's wet, furry snatch. Mom swung around, gathered Karen in her arms, and kissed and licked her own juices from her daughter's face. Then the two slept. ---------More to CUMMMMM!!!!!!!------------ --