Mother-Fucker, Cock-Sucker

I’ve fantasized about my parents for as long as I can remember. I’ve never gotten to live those fantasies but I have had sex with my brother and sister. My wife Kirstin and I play around with others – men and women. She’s fucked my brother many times and loves watching he and I fuck and suck each other, and she and I have each had sex with her brother.

I’ve fantasized sexually about my mother in all sorts of ways – from innocent to really kinky. She’s attrac- tive (platinum blond hair [reddish blond pubic hair], blue eyes, 5’2″ tall, C-cup breasts, tan lines in the summer).

When I was young my parent’s bedroom was at the end of the hall. My room was such that if my door was open and their bedroom door open a few inches, I had a line of sight to the door of Mom’s walk-in closet which she used as a dressing room. On many nights I would see her walking into her closet in only bra and panties. Often she would be un-hooking her bra as she walked, on rare occasions she would already have taken off her bra and I would get a side view of her breast.

I would wait and she would come out in her night gown or, again rarely, topless to get something from the bedroom or topless and holding her gown which she would put on as she stood next to her bed.

I was (and am) just fascinated with my mother’s naked body. At the time I first was aware of Mom’s body I was ten or eleven which would make her 36 or 37 years old at that time. I would stroke myself waiting to get a glimpse of her. The views I’ve described would form the basis for my masturbation fantasies which would branch off in all directions.

The key fantasy I can first recall having, is that she would come out of her walk-in closet wearing only her panties (low-cut bikinis). Rather than walk out of view, she would keep walking to her door and down the hall to my room. I can just imagine the sight of her – firm breasts accented by distinct tan lines, dark nipples and aeriola, hint of her thick bush showing through the thin material of her panties.

Mom would come into my room and right up to my bed. I’d be scared to death and trying to hide my obvious hard- on. She would sit on the side of my bed and give me a comforting look. The following exchange would occur: “Do you like what you see honey?”

“I, uhm I don’t – what do you mean?”

“You know very well what I mean. I mean my body – do you like Mommy’s body?”

“It’s not, I’m not supposed to . . .”

“It’s alright honey, I know you’re not supposed to, I know it’s naughty – that’s why your cock is so hard right now – because it’s so naughty! Now, do you like what you see?”

“I like it very much Mom! You’re really pretty!”

Mom would lean down and kiss me. She’d kiss me hard and stroke my face and neck with her fingers. Finally she’d break the kiss, straighten up and stroke her fingers over my bare chest (I usually slept in just pajama bottoms). She’d move her hand down to my boner and stroke me. I can just imagine the way her breasts would move as she stroked me – the feel of my own Mother’s hand on my cock! She’d continue that until I came – squirting my cum all over my belly and chest as Mom slid her hand up and down my cock.

My first experience with other boys was with two brothers, one was my age and the other two years younger. I was ten or eleven years old. We spent a lot of time hanging out at a local pool in the summers. One day the three of us were in the shower after swimming. It had turned cold but we were the last to leave the pool.

We were screwing around and Tim, the older brother, dared Art, his brother, to suck him. Next thing, Art was on his knees with Tim’s cock in his mouth. I remember being very turned on by this sight. Next, Art offered to suck me and, of course, I said yes. Tim watched us and stroked himself.

After Art sucked me for a while, I returned the favor and sucked both brothers. I liked this the best. I can still remember the excitement of being on my knees in that shower sucking these two guy’s cocks. There’s no doubt I was turned on by being in this submissive position.

We had several “circle-jerks” after that, but never sucked each other again. My next experience with boys was with my brother which I’ll share if you’re interested.