Incest/Taboo Back Home for the Holidays

Releasing John's cock I made my way around and kissed Claire as she came down from her orgasm. I whispered to her, "Ready to sit on my boyfriend's cock?" My pussy got so wet from just saying those words.

Claire nodded and wasted no time in scooting herself down John's body. She reached between them, grabbed his cock in her fist, and lowered her pussy down around his prick. "Whoa, that's a big dick," she complained, though she continued pushing down until he was completely buried in her cunt.

John groaned with pleasure and pain. Though slick, her cunt must have been tight around his cock. He reached down and used his fingers to spread her pussy lips wide.

I bent down and kissed him, upside-down. I tasted Claire's girl-cum off his lips and face. It excited me beyond belief to do that. It seemed that the jealous feelings I had started having had turned into a really wicked turn on for me, unlike anything I had ever experienced; and I had experienced a lot of shit.

Claire sat there for a moment, letting her body adjust to the thick dick inside her. "God, Robin, your boyfriend's cock is so hard inside me."

When I stopped kissing John, he glanced at Claire, looked at me, and asked, "You okay?"

I knew he didn't want to use the word 'jealous' in front of Claire. I smiled down at him, kissed him again, and said, "Not at first, but now I feel so wicked. This is the biggest fucking turn-on, ever."

John was shocked and pleasantly surprised. He said, "Really?"

I nodded. It was only because I was right there. I knew that if he had been doing this with Claire behind my back it wouldn't have been a turn-on at all. It was the fact that we were doing that together which made it so great for me. That was the key.

He got a wicked smile on his face and said, "Good." I didn't know how much of a turn on, if any, John got from seeing me fucked by another guy, but the fact that him fucking Claire turned me on was a good thing for him. I couldn't really fault him for that.

I thought of a number of things I could say but decided to simply to strip off my bikini bottoms, straddle John's head, and sit my pussy down on his face.

Claire began rising and falling, slowly stroking John's cock in and out of her body. I watched the lips of her pussy drag along the slick shaft and her hard clit nestle into his pubic hair again and again. Wicked was the right word. That was my man's dick in this woman and she was fucking him right in front of me. I had watched this many times before, most recently with John's own sister, but the recent upheaval of emotions has turned everything around and now it wasn't just exciting to watch, it was wicked and even more thrilling to watch.

John licked at my pussy as Claire fucked him. He used his tongue on my clit and fucked it up into my cunt. He knew just how I liked it and, before long, I was moaning in pleasure atop his face.

I leaned forward and kissed Claire. She didn't resist my kiss, allowing me to press my tongue into her mouth and playing back at my tongue with her own. She never slowed in fucking John as we kissed, rocking back and forth.

The room was silent but for the wet slurping, sloshing, and kissing sounds. The smell of sex hung heavily around us as we enjoyed each other right there on the floor of Claire's living room.

John's tongue and lips worked on my pussy voraciously as Claire fucked him. His hands reached up and cupped my tits, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Claire's firm breasts brushed against the backs of his hands and he turned his hands around, giving her the same treatment as me. He was having a great time.

Claire stroked her body up and down, her strong legs working his prick in and out of her cunt. She didn't seem close to coming but she was enjoying herself, kissing me back feverishly as she fucked my boyfriend.

That thought resonated with me. She was fucking my boyfriend. It was wicked and sexy. The pleasure he was giving me from eating my pussy and the wickedness of the situation combined inside me and suddenly exploded into a blinding orgasm.

I moaned and gasped, breaking the kiss with Claire and resting my head on her strong tanned shoulder as I came. I felt her arms hold me as I groaned and grunted in orgasm. I pressed my pussy down hard against his face and rocked my hips to and fro.

John and Claire held me as my orgasm washed through me. Claire didn't stop fucking him as she supported me. John continued to lap at my pussy, intensifying my orgasm and bringing me down slowly, as he gripped my hips and held me in place atop his face.

After a few more moments I had recovered enough to realize that Claire was getting tired and nowhere near ready to come. I asked her, "Want to take this to the bedroom?"

Claire smiled at me. "Sure," she replied, her skin beginning to glisten with her perspiration.

I got off John's face and looked at him. His face was very wet but he smiled at me. I loved him so much. Wickedly and playfully, I told him, "John, stop making Claire do all the work! Take her in that bedroom and show her what you can do!"

They both laughed at that. Claire stood up and we both helped John to his feet. His wet rampant cock stood obscenely from his groin as we followed Claire into her bedroom. We both watched her firm tanned ass lead the way.

Claire whisked the brown comforter from the bed, revealing the cool green sheets below. Before we could do anything she dropped to her knees in front of John. "I have to taste this thing," she muttered as she opened her mouth and took the head and neck of his wet dick into her mouth. She wrapped her fist around the base and began stroking him with her mouth and hands.

"Whoa," John groaned with appreciation and pleasure at the sudden onslaught but he held his ground, dropping a hand to the back of the beautiful brunette's head. He looked at me with surprise and then a smile.

I wasn't jealous except insomuch as I wanted a taste too. That was envy, not jealousy. I kissed John and dropped to my knees beside Claire, my hand caressing down her bare back. I tucked my head under hers and lapped at his hairy balls. He had shaved them for me once but I found I preferred the hair.

We took turns working over John's cock with our mouths. I was able to take him deeper in my throat than Claire, but the friendly competition was a big hit with him and made us both every hotter.

Claire and I kissed each other around the head of John's dick. We ran our lips up and down his shaft together. We licked his balls and cupped his ass in our hands.

At one point, while she was working his cock with her mouth and hands really vigorously, I looked up at John and asked, "Feel good?"

"Fuck yeah," he groaned as he tried to keep his footing.

I could see from the look on his face that either he was going to come or he needed a break. I quickly considered the fact that he might be able to get it up a third time but he probably wasn't going to come a third time. Selfishly, I didn't want it to end like that so I said, "Claire, you ready to see what my man can do with his big cock?"

Claire pulled off of his dick and, still stroking it vigorously with her fist, she told me, "Hell yeah. I want your boyfriend to fuck the shit out of me." She had learned quickly that it turned me on to hear her talk like that.

I smiled at her as I stood up. Claire took that as her cue to lie back on the bed. Before John followed her, I muttered to him, "Save some for me." He knew what I meant.

John knelt on the bed and licked at Claire's waiting pussy, giving his cock a moment to rest. He lapped at her clit and then sucked it gently, causing her to moan with pleasure.

I crawled onto the bed beside Claire and kissed her. I licked and sucked at her hard nipples. Her tanned breasts were so beautiful and so different from my pale freckled ones. I took my time and enjoyed myself.

After a moment, John knelt between Claire's spread thighs and eased his cock inside her tight cunt. They were both so wet, and her fuck-hole was a little looser than before, that he had no problem sliding all the way inside of her in one gentle stroke until his balls pressed firmly to her ass. He laid over her, supporting himself on his arms, giving me room to continue working on her tits.

"Oh yes, John. Fuck me with that big dick," Claire told him.

I sat up, rolling her nipples between my fingers. I looked at John, his cock buried balls-deep inside the beautiful tanned woman, who physically was the opposite from me in so many ways. I softly and slowly said to John, "Fuck her until she comes all over you."

Heeding both of our directions John immediately began stroking his cock in and out of her cunt about four times faster than she had been able to do when she was riding him. His hips slapped down loudly against her, rocking the bed beneath us.

The sudden onslaught took Claire's breath away as she squealed in delight.

I watched in amazement and pride at how well John fucked her. I wasn't being biased, he really was that good. I watched his prick slide in and out of her and, in a way, felt that I was fucking her. I had set this in motion. John was my man and I had told him to fuck her. Though I was sitting there doing nothing more than caressing Claire's tits, I felt completely in control.

I pulled my hands back as John dropped to his elbows and kicked himself into another gear, fucking her even harder and faster. He moaned with his own pleasure as he jammed himself deeply into her again and again. Sweat glistened across his strong back.

"Oh my god, yes. Fuck that pussy," Claire cried as her orgasm approached.

John slammed himself into her about a dozen more times and then held his cock deep inside as she came, squealing and bucking beneath him. He flashed me a smile of triumph as if looking for my approval. I smiled back at him and then kissed him.

I kissed him as Claire moaned and panted beneath him, her orgasm washing through her like a tidal wave. It was so wicked to do. I had done it a dozen times but something inside me had changed. If felt like a permanent change and that scared me a little. Only my trust in John kept my fears at bay.

Without breaking the kiss, John withdrew his long hard cock from Claire, crawled up, pushed me onto my back with his body, and slipped his prick deep inside my dripping snatch. The sweet stretching sensation filled my head with pleasure as I kissed him passionately. I felt so lucky to have found John.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started slowly fucking me. I thrilled to the feel of the ridges of his cock sliding in and out of my cunt and his hairy balls brushing against my asshole. This is what I had been wanting since we had been unable to finish in the ocean. I moaned my pleasure up into his mouth.

Beside me on the bed, Claire relaxed, watching us, and murmured something I couldn't make out. She seemed satisfied to just watch, which was good, because I wanted John all to myself in that moment.

John stroked in and out of me at a steady leisurely pace, my firm full breasts swaying gently beneath him. He was supporting himself on his elbows as he rocked his hips against mine.

I broke the kiss and sighed contentedly. The pleasure was slowly building inside of me but I was just enjoying the moment. I whispered to him, "Oh John, make love to me."

He looked at me just like he had looked at me when we made love in the ocean. It was a look I can only describe as joyous. Joy at the way we felt about each other and how committed we were to be together from now on. My mother had a lot of explaining to do, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind.

I resisted the urge to take over and tell him what to do. I wanted to tell him to do it faster or harder but I didn't. Instead, I wanted him to do whatever felt right to him; for him to take pleasure from me in whatever way made him feel best. Again, I cared more about his pleasure than my own, a sentiment that was rather new to me. So I said, "Use me, honey."

To my surprise, John said, "Hold on to me." He rose off the bed as I held on tight to him. He rolled over until he was on his back and I was atop him.

I assumed he wanted me to do the work and that was just fine with me, but before I could begin fucking him, John wrapped his arms around my waist and held me still. He moved me up his body a couple inches until only two or three inches of his nine inch dick was still inside of me.

Then, at about twice the speed and force with which he had used on Claire he began fucking me. He used his legs and the springs in the bed to propel his hips up against me with blinding speed. Holding me in place atop his lap he fucked up into me with brutal force.

Pleasure exploded in my brain and I cried out, "Take it, Baby. Take that cunt!"

John's balls slapped rhythmically up against my ass as his cock sliced in and out of me in a blur. My fuck-juices ran down my thighs and coated his balls as my orgasm neared. The bed squeaked below us and sweat covered his body as he fucked me.

"Fuck!" I shouted as an orgasm swept through me. I felt like I had exploded into a million pieces.

John continued fucking into me as my girl-cum coating his entire crotch. Loud sexy sloshing sounds filled the room as he jammed his prick up into me over and over. He never slowed and never faltered in his assault as I came.

I babbled incoherently as one orgasm blended into the next for what seemed an eternity. I came over and over again, gasping for air between each one. Though it was actually a little scary, I never wanted it to end.

I was barely aware when John slammed hard into me one last time, holding my body off the bed with his arched hips in order to lodge himself as deeply inside of me as possible. I didn't feel his cock expand inside my over-stimulated cunt, but I did feel his cream explode inside of me and coat me in his warmth.

"Yes," was all I could gasp, though I wanted to say so much more. I was still in the grips of my last orgasm and I could barely breathe from the pleasure and John's cum inside of me only intensified it.

Finally, John collapsed and I fell on top of him. We both lay there, breathing heavily, our bodies covered in sweat.

It took well over a minute for me to come to my senses. John's cock was almost completely deflated inside of me and our juices were leaking out of me. I didn't really care.

I looked down at him and found that he was already looking up at me. The thoughts that filled my head combined with the string of orgasms were completely overwhelming and I burst into tears. "Oh John, I love you so much. Please never leave me."

He smiled up at me and said, "Robin, I am not going anywhere. I love you so much that, well, Babe, will you marry me?"

"Whoa," Claire murmured.

I had never really considered that I would ever get married to anyone. A million thoughts flashed through my mind. Not least among them were concerns about being owned by someone, what my mother might say, unresolved issues with Angela, and how getting married could affect our lifestyle. I also had other thoughts at the same time like what our wedding might look like, what I would wear, who I would invite, and whether I wanted it in summer or winter. I looked at him, smiled, and said, "Yes!"

As we stepped into the elevator and headed up the tower toward my mother's apartment, my new sheer sarong wrapped tightly around my otherwise bikini-clad body, I told John, "Seriously, I think Kate was just doing what she thought I wanted."

He looked at me skeptically, dapper in the new blue silk shirt and black slacks I had just bought for him, tapping out the last of my vacation spending money. He said, "I don't know, Babe. She seemed like she was looking for any reason to get rid of me."

I chuckled at that, "What, by sucking your cock?" I flashed him a wry smile and added, "No, it wasn't until I ran out that she decided to get rid of you."

"But, when we first got here she was acting strangely toward me. First hostile, then sexy, I don't know what to think. I don't trust her."

I sighed, realizing that I really had my work cut out for me. I gave him a stern look and said, "She's going to be your mother-in-law, Babe. I'd like your two to get along."

He paused for a moment and then, finally, nodded. "What do you suggest?"

I thought about that for a moment, watching the floors tick by. I said, "Well, how about if I go in there first and see where she's coming from? I'll test her out without letting her know that you're here and make sure that was really her motivation."

His forehead wrinkled. It looked to me like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

I added, "You can stay out here until I come to get you; listening in."

As the elevator dinged at the ninth floor and stopped, he asked, "Listening in?"

The doors opened and I stepped into the hallway. I pulled my phone from my purse as we walked toward the door and I told him, "Yeah, I'll call you on your cell phone and carry mine in with me, on speaker. You can hear our whole conversation."

He looked at me, eyes wide. Then he nodded and warned, "Just don't let her know I'm listening."

I chucked, "Then don't say anything." Then, as I called him, I said, "If she knew I was doing this she'd flip her lid."

John answered his phone quickly and I put mine on speaker. He put his phone up to his ear and hung back in the hallway.

I used my keycard and let myself in to Kate's apartment. It was eight at night and I heard my mother talking in the living room. I couldn't make out what she was saying but I did hear her conclude, "Okay, great. I'll see you soon."

I took a deep breath and announced, "I'm home," as if nothing strange had happened.

Very surprised, Kate asked, "Robin?"

I walked into the living room and set my purse and phone down on an end table, face down but with the bottom pointed toward the living room so John could hear clearly every word that was said.

Kate sat on the couch in her white bathrobe. Upon seeing me she leapt to her feet and rushed me. Hugging me firmly to her she sighed, "I was so fucking worried!"

I instantly regretted not returning one of her calls and letting her know I was alright. I hugged her back and said, "I'm sorry."

After a few moments Kate pulled back and looked at me. "Is that new?" she asked, referring to the blue and green sarong I had wrapped around me to cover the bikini I had worn all day. My left hand, bearing my new engagement ring, I kept behind my back and out of her sight for the moment.

"Yeah, I just bought it," I told her.

"It's fucking gorgeous," she told me. "I'm so glad you're home. I have the whole fucking week planned. We are going to have such a good time. Are you tired? Do you need something to eat?"

"No, I'm fine. I ate at this little place I found called News Café. You have to check it out when you get a chance. Anyway, you sent John home?" I asked casually, sitting on the nearby chair.

"Yes. The poor dear looked so fucking heartbroken, just like those boys you turned away when you were younger. They would beg to come back in and have another threesome with us and you would just tell them 'go home'," Kate laughed and laughed at that.

It was true that I was a real bitch when I first started dating boys. The problem was that the high school kids couldn't last as long as the men Kate brought home. Still, it was pretty heartless of me to toss them aside like that, even though that's how Kate taught me to act.

I said, "Yeah, I could have been nicer about it back then."

Kate sat beside me on the couch, made a dismissive gesture, and said, "Men, and boys, aren't subtle. To get your point across you have to be very fucking blunt with them. You did what you had to do. If you had let them down too gently they would have kept coming back, sniffing around like fucking dogs looking for scraps."

"You must have been pretty blunt with John to get him to leave," I said causally, trying to get her to talk about what exactly happened as she saw it. Her motivation would tell me everything.

"Oh, honey, you have no idea. I told him that you were done with him but he wouldn't fucking leave. He insisted that he needed to talk to you. I finally had to fake a text message on my phone, and threaten to sick Raul on him, to convince him it was over," she told me. "I forgot how much fucking trouble it is to shoo away the really persistent ones after you're done with them, but I'd do anything for my Robin."

I said, "I didn't tell you I was done with him. What if I hadn't been?"

Kate rolled her eyes and said, "Oh please. We both saw the look on your face. When he admitted to being jealous, I knew that was going to be the final fucking straw for you. The way you stormed out of here, I knew exactly what you needed me to do. So I did it."

I couldn't look at her. I was shaking I was so nervous. I wasn't really angry with her. I had expected her to say most of the stuff she did. It was what came next that I dreaded. I said, "He tracked me down at few hours later."

"What?" Kate said. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Raul told me he went through security at the airport. He must have come back out afterward. I'll bet you told him off really fucking good, though. How did he find you?"

"GPS," I replied tightly.

"Fucking technology! You have to remember that men are hunters so given the chance he had to hunt you down and try to get back his lost possession. Pathetic! You're good to be rid of him," she said.

I had expected myself to get mad but I couldn't. She was only trying to help. I took a shaky deep breath and said, "Kate, when I came back to find you blowing John, I was jealous."

She was mildly surprised and said, "Oh, honey, I love you. That was just a little bit of fun. No man will ever come between us."

That's when my frustration level spiked and I said, "God Kate, can you be more self-absorbed. I wasn't jealous over you I was jealous over John."

Kate's eyes got really wide and she gaped at me for a moment. Then she said, "Over a fucking man? I thought I taught you better than that. Those sorts of feelings only lead to pain. What the fuck has happened to you?"

I thought about that for a moment. I said, "I've fallen in love."

"Love?" Kate shouted. "What? First of all, falling love with a man is a big fucking mistake. They don't understand the concept. But, secondly, how does you seeing me blowing John have anything to do with love? Sex and love have nothing to do with each other."

"I'm not so sure about that," I admitted to her.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked, completely shocked.

"I know this is hard for you to understand, but a lot has changed for me since I met John-"

"I guess so. He has fucking brainwashed you," she said, throwing her hands up in the air.

"He has opened my eyes to a lot of things, Kate, but what has really opened my eyes the most is you," I told her.

"Me?"

I nodded. "I wasn't jealous at all until yesterday. Then, when I got here, I was jealous of you. I was jealous of the way John looked at you. I was jealous when I found you blowing him. I was the one that wanted to possess him, don't you see? That's why I got so upset. I knew I shouldn't have felt that way but I couldn't help it."

Kate hung her head and shook it. She said, "Oh my fucking god, next you're going to tell me you're going to marry him."

"Well, actually," I said, holding out my left hand for her to see my new engagement ring.

Kate just stared at me. She said, "You have got to be kidding me."

I said, "I love John and I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

"You know what this means, don't you?" Kate asked. "You belong to him. That ring on your finger is his claim on you. No more doing whatever you want to do. No more fucking whoever you want to. No more orgies."

I shook my head, "No, not at all. The only thing this changes is that we are going to start doing everything together."

Kate shook her head. "That's not true. If you are jealous over him and he's jealous over you, how the fuck can you attend an orgy?"

I thought about this quite a bit and it took me a moment to form the words to try to explain it, to Kate as well as myself. Finally I said, "It's called compersion. Seeing him happy makes me happy, as long as I don't feel abandoned. See, if John's spending time with someone else, how do I know he's just fucking her and not connecting with her on a more personal level? But, if we do it together, not only do I know how personal they are getting but I am working with him which makes us even closer. Plus there's an element of showing off, which you know I like, and the fact that I love John so much makes me happy when he's receiving pleasure from someone else."

Kate looked at me skeptically and asked, "That sounds a little naïve. How do you know all of this anyway, when you weren't jealous of anyone until yesterday?"

"We had a threesome this afternoon," I told her. "That's how I know."

"What? With whom?" she asked incredulously.

"With this woman, Claire, I met on the beach this morning."

"Which beach?" Kate asked, relaxing into the conversation quite a bit, but still disappointed in me.

"Haulover," I told her.

"Oh my fucking god," I heard Kate mutter in exasperation.

"'Oh my fucking god,' what?" I asked.

"First you find News Café, which is world-renown for being the place to be if you're visiting South Beach. I go there all the fucking time. But then you manage to find Haulover, the only public nude beach within a thousand fucking miles. As if that's not enough, you pick up a naked chippy there and have a wild threesome with her. All in one fucking day," Kate said.

I smiled at that and asked, "So?"

She laughed and said, "You are amazing!" She thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, fine, if you really want to marry John, I'm okay with that."

"Really?" I asked, surprised at how quickly she had turned her attitude around. I was frankly a little suspicious. I didn't want to ask, knowing that John was listening, but I forced myself to say, "What made you change your mind?"

"Well, if you can get engaged to him and have a threesome with him that same day, then he may just be the perfect man for you after all," she explained.

"Thanks Mom, I mean, Kate," I said, as tears suddenly filled my eyes. I was so happy. I went to her and hugged her tightly to me.

She brushed my hair down with her hand as she said, "I just want the best for you." Then she pulled back and smile at me as she said, "You can call me Mom."

"I know you just want what's best for me," I replied as I stood back up. "John is waiting out on the hall. Can I let him in? Will you be nice to him?"

"Of course," she replied as she stood up and hugged me again. "He will soon be my son-in-law!"

"I'm so glad you're okay with this," I told her.

She smiled and told me, "Well, I'm so glad I didn't use your secret to get rid of him. Don't you worry, Sweetheart, your secret is safe with me. John will never find out from me that you used to be a prostitute!"

I froze. I didn't let the smile leave my face but I couldn't help the blood that drained from it. My stomach clinched as I felt my life melting from around me. There was no way John had not heard her through my cell phone on the end table. There was no way John was going to be able to accept that I had been a prostitute in Boston. There was no way John was going to listen to any explanation I could give as to why I had kept my secret from him. The engagement ring felt loose on my finger, probably from the blood rushing away from my extremities, but it felt like I was barely holding on to John and I was about to lose him forever. I tried to act as if I wasn't dying inside. I didn't want my mother to know that John had listened to everything that had been said. So, I just nodded and turned away.

Mom re-iterated, as I walked away, "If he finds out about your prostitution, it won't be from me. I promise!"

I snatched up my phone off the little table as quickly as possible. I flipped it over, my back to my mother, and saw that the connection was still established. He had indeed heard her. I pressed end and stuffed it in my little purse as I headed for the door.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I took a deep breath, stopped, turned toward Mom, and said as calmly as I could, "He already knows about that."

"And he still wants to marry you?" she asked, her voiced raised in surprise.

Without acknowledging her question, I added, "Right now I have to convince him that you were just doing what you thought I wanted. So I may be gone for a little while."

"Oh, okay," she replied. "I can explain it to him if you'd like me to, Sweetheart."

I turned away from her, tears beginning to form in my eyes that I was suddenly going to have to deal with this. If I had told John in my own way, that I could have controlled it, but this was something else. How could I explain it to him?

Moving quickly out the door, I closed it behind me and looked down the hall.

John was sitting near the elevators, his back against the wall, just looking at his phone.

I walked up to him and said, somewhat sheepishly, "So, I guess you heard all that."

He nodded and looked up at me as I stood over him, studying me with a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. Finally, he asked softly, "How could you?"

He definitely had heard everything, I surmised. Tears filled my eyes as I knelt down beside him, being careful not to touch him. I didn't know if he would pull away but I didn't want to find out. I said quietly, "Well, the first time was during my senior year in high school. I had turned eighteen just a few months earlier and-"

John furrowed his brow and cut me off, saying, "No, not that. I know how prostitution works. I've never paid for it myself, but I understand how that can happen. What I meant, was how could you do this to us?" He frowned and then glared at me. "We're about to get married for Christ's sake, and I'm just finding this out now?"

I felt sad for a moment but his comment didn't work for me. "You proposed just a few hours ago," I challenged.

He sighed and said, "Look, I've told you everything about me, but it's like I don't even know you."

Though I tried to keep my tone even, I failed. My anger rose to the surface. I rhetorically asked, "You've told me everything? Really? Like you told me about Jenny, right? It wasn't like I forced you to tell me after I found your god-damned glory hole, was it?"

"I know, but-"

"But what? You were going to tell me?"

"Yeah, I was. I-"

"Oh please. Don't lie to me, John. You're not very good at it. I saw your fucking face when you heard that Jenny was going to sleep in the same room with me. You had no intention of ever telling me, did you?" I asked.

John though for just a moment and then said, "No, I guess not, but you weren't going to tell me you were a hooker!"

"No, I wasn't," I admitted, but I wasn't done. I nearly shouted, "That was a long time ago but the fact that you fuck your sister is right now! It's still going on every time you go back home!"

He nodded but with a sour look on his face. "Well you know about Jenny now. If my secret is so much worse, then why didn't you tell me yours?" he challenged.

Without thinking, I loudly blurted, "Because I was afraid you would leave me!" I gasped, shocked at myself for having said that. My heart was laid open in the middle of my own defensive rant. I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Tears filled my eyes as, figuring in-for-a-penny-in-for-a-pound; I decided to just lay it out there and give him the rest of the truth. I whispered, "I still am."

His eyes went wide for a moment and then John furrowed his brow. I didn't like it when he did that. What John did after that, I didn't know as tears filled my eyes and I looked down.

I began to cry. I couldn't help it. My world was crashing down around me. After everything I had been through that day, hell, since our vacation had started, to have it end like that was too much. Tears flowed down my face as I sobbed with misery.

John put his arms around me and gently pulled me to him, the side of my head falling against his chest.

I had brought it down on myself, I knew. I had been so afraid of him finding out and instead of telling him like a woman, I let him accidentally found out like that. What sort of woman was I? Surely, I was the sort of woman that didn't deserve a man as understanding as John.

Hugging him back tightly, almost clinging to him for dear life, I sniffled back the tears enough to whisper to him, "Now you know everything." Then, before the tears returned anew I pleaded, "Please don't leave me." I knew I didn't deserve it but I wanted it nonetheless, my thumb feeling the smooth metal of the new ring on my left hand, as if knew I was about to lose it.

John put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me away from him. I panicked for a moment but then, once I was sitting up again, he slid his strong hands up to either side of my head and neck, my ears exposed. He pulled and turned my head until I was looking him directly in the eyes.

His jaw was set firmly but his eyes were soft. I didn't know what to make of it. I knew, in that moment, that I would have done anything, anything at all, to keep him by my side. I would have killed for him or lied for him. I would have turned my back on my mother and all of my friends for him. I would debase myself in any way he desired, if only he would stay. The reason I would have done all of those things for him was because I knew, yes knew for a fucking fact, that he would never ever ask me to do any of them. He was a much better person than I.

Finally, he said firmly, shaking my head slightly at each word for emphasis, "No more secrets!"

My heart leapt that all was not lost. I looked back at him and nodded. "I promise! No more secrets!"

John relaxed his grip a bit but still pulled my face toward his. Meeting me halfway, he kissed me tenderly on the lips. They weren't the passionate kisses we usually shared. These had no delving tongues or frantic pawing of each others bodies; no, these were tender kisses that communicated to me how much he loved me.

I returned his kisses in kind, so relieved and happy that all had not been lost after all. Still, I was never one to leave well enough alone. When he finally stopped kissing me and released my head, I asked softly, "So, you're okay with it?"

His brow furrowed again. I hated that. He asked, "It's in your past, right?"

I nodded and told him, "We left that behind in Boston."

He nodded and thought about that for a second. He said, "So, yeah, past is past. It's something that happened a long time before I met you." Then his brow furrowed yet again and he asked, "'We'? You're mother was a hooker too?"

I almost chuckled at that, as I gave him a smile and said, "I prefer 'call girl', and, no, I meant me and Angela."

His eyes went wide in surprise before he said, "Oh, really? Well, now I do want to hear the story."

I nodded. I owed him the whole unvarnished truth. I hoped he was ready for it but I wasn't about to leave anything out or lie to him ever again. I took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Well, you know that Angela lived with us since she was fourteen. We were best friends since childhood and then her parents died in that car crash. Well, we took her in.

"My dad had left a couple years before that and Mom was raising us by herself. She was pretty loose with the rules. She had been so rigid and religious before Dad left. Anyway, she put both of us on birth control and taught us everything about sex. We were even allowed to watch her fuck her boyfriends but she wouldn't let us do anything until we were eighteen."

John said, "Wow. She let you watch?"

I told him, "Yeah. I am a bit older than Angela so when I turned eighteen my mother decided it was time to introduce me to Felix."

He sighed and asked, "Who is this Felix person?"

I chuckled at that and explained, "Felix is a strap-on."

"A strap-on?" he asked, not quite putting two and two together.

"Yeah. She told me I was a woman and she was going to teach me how to fuck. I knew a ton of stuff but hadn't had any practice at it. So, she showed me," I said.

"What did she do?" he asked, leaning forward a bit.

I smiled at that. He wanted details. Was the thought of my mother fucking my tight pussy with Felix turning John on? Well, shit, if he wanted details, I'd give them to him. I said, "Well, first she told me that she had a present for me. This was after my party and everyone had gone home. She let Angela watch, but that was all. So, I knew it was something different.

"She told me to get undressed. I wanted to object but she insisted. She complemented me, telling me how beautiful I was. I was picked on in school so I wasn't used to anyone saying anything like that.

"Anyway, she kissed me. She kissed me in a way that I had never been kissed before. She coaxed me to kiss her back and really just taught me how to kiss. As she kissed me she caressed my breasts, my nipples hard with desire. It was so strange because it was my mother, but having someone touch me like that was thrilling.

"She laid me down onto her bed and kissed her way down my body to my pussy. She ate my pussy, licking my clit and stroking a finger in and out of the tight opening to my cunt, over and over again for what seemed like an hour. I came again and again, squealing with pleasure I had never experienced before.

"At one point, while I was still heady with the pleasure of my orgasm, she got up and put on Felix. The straps were black. A black belt ran around her waist, and it held up the front panel as well as two straps, one at either hip, which ran down either ass cheek and attached to the front panel between her thighs. This left her ass and her pussy exposed below the panel. Of course, attached the panel was Felix. He was translucent purple, seven inches long, an inch and a half wide, and made of a jelly-like substance where it was stiff, holding itself upright, but soft to the touch. It felt very much like the real thing and it was shaped as such, despite the color.

"I studied it as Mom got on the bed between my thighs, took Felix in her hand, and aimed it at my dripping snatch. My mind was so into the moment that I didn't even think about what she was about to do. That is, until she whispered, 'This might hurt at first.'

"Without my even being able to react to that, she pressed her hips forward. The head of Felix was immediately covered with my juices and, as he pressed in, stretched my virgin pussy wider and wider.

"It did hurt at first but she was slow and gentle. Before long she was able to stroke in and out of me with ease. Finally, with the pain subsiding, the orgasms began. The first was a surprise to me as it came on so slowly and then crashed over me. For me a vaginal orgasm feels differently than a clitoral orgasm, so it was that much more surprising. The second and third came right afterward as Mom didn't stop fucking me. The rest of the night is basically a blur as she fucked me over and over again, lasting longer than any man could, giving me orgasm after orgasm.

"I finally had to beg her to stop, my sore pussy unaccustomed to such treatment. She was covered with sweat but smiling sweetly at me.

"The gratitude welled up within me and I rolled her over. I ate her pussy like a mad-woman. I didn't bother removing Felix, as her pussy was exposed below. She had a lot of orgasms before, finally, my jaw was too sore to continue."

John's cock bulged in his slacks as he listened to my story. He said, "Wow, that's so fucking hot. She really did that?"​