Incest/Taboo My Own Fucking Fault

The morning had started off typically enough. Darcy and I had driven over to her mother's place for a quick early breakfast. Maxine had called us earlier asking if she could drive Darcy to the floral shop as Chris had stated the need to use her car to run some much needed errands. Once again, it wasn't unusual that we did that and had readily agreed.

The one thing about Darcy's younger sister Chris that drove me absolutely nuts was the fact she dressed...or rather undressed so provocatively around the house whenever she was there. This morning was no exception as Darcy and I walked in, the smell of fresh baked rolls, scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee waiting for us when we did. By now, the sight of Chris wandering about in little more than a white "wife-beater" tank top that looked painted on, and a pair of panties which most of the time barely even covered her ass was an almost normal occurrence to see her wearing first thing in the morning. And as usual, I always tried to avert my eyes and keep anyone from realizing I had ever checked her out. It was hard not to however, especially when her usually braless breasts with hard stiff nipples stood staring at me whenever I looked up. Just like they were now as Chris scooted back in her chair standing up.

"Refills?" She asked heading back towards the kitchen counter, her tight twin ass cheeks winking at me as she crossed the room.

"Yes, please," Maxine said holding up her cup as Chris made the rounds filling everyone's coffee. She filled mine as well, leaning slightly over my shoulder in order to do so. I felt the graze of her breast just barely caress my shoulder as she did. It's not the first time that had happened, and had been the topic of conversation in the past between Darcy and me. We both knew Chris enjoyed teasing me, though she appeared to do so innocently enough. Knowing full well it wasn't going anywhere, but she tended to make a habit out of doing that just for the hell of it.

"Why don't you just stick one in his mouth?" Darcy said dead-faced, not at all angry or upset with her sister, they had gotten well past that stage. Now it was more of a running joke between the two of them...and me the joke, whenever Chris purposely did anything like this.

And as usual, Chris just laughed it off, retaking her seat moments later but I again noticed her nipples if anything where even more prominent and harder than they'd been a moment before.

"I don't know what all the fascination with breasts is anyway," she said forking a mouthful of eggs. "We all have them, not like he hasn't seen them before anyway...you, mom and I are pretty much the same size, so like I said, seen one pair...seen 'em all!"

Even Maxine laughed at that. "Maybe you two look similar now, Darcy's still young enough that I'm sure her boobs are still a bit perky, fuller...but not mine. Especially at my age, gravity and all," she said looking down at herself. And of course when doing that, forcing my attention towards her. Maxine as usual sat in her robe, and as I had also learned a time or two, with very little on underneath it. Even as she sat there now, I could clearly see the hint of her cleavage peeking through the opening of her robe.

Now even my wife was getting into it, enjoying my sudden discomfort as the conversation got a bit more risqué, though I think she along with her sister where enjoying this at my expense.

"Let see mom," Darcy quipped surprising me, though I now had a pretty good reason as to why she might even suggest this. It certainly hadn't been planned, but Darcy had decided to use her sister's inadvertent teasing to her own purposes and advantage.

"What?"

"Oh come on...not like Jack hasn't seen your tits before," Darcy joked. "I've seen him looking down the front of that robe you're wearing enough times, so not like he hasn't." Maxine looked towards me, my face beet red. I had of course, but up until now it hadn't become the topic of conversation it now was.

"He doesn't want to see these old boobs," she said looking at me, though her eyes were already hinting at the fact that I obviously had enjoyed seeing them...even coming on them in fact, giving me a quick brief secretive wink when she did so.

All the chatter of course had been just that, no one had any intention of actually showing me their boobs, with the exception of Chris of course, who might just as well have. The tank top she had on molding her own large breasts quite revealingly, the curvature of each easily seen, not counting or including the dark coloration of her large nipples pressing against the front of it...still hard and erect.

"Wow...I need to get moving!" Chris suddenly exclaimed looking up at the clock. "I told Rachel I'd meet her by nine at the mall!" She exclaimed, and then hurriedly ran down the stairs to her room in order to dress.

"I probably should get dressed as well," Maxine announced likewise pushing away from the table, though addressing me when she did.

"Let me show you something in the sewing room that I've been thinking about adding," Maxine stated. "See what you think before I get dressed."

I nodded, standing as Darcy began clearing away the breakfast dishes intending to wash them while her mom dressed and while I followed her up the stairs to check out this new idea she had. "What do you want to add now? Or change?" I asked as we climbed the stairs up to the second floor, and then down the hall towards the sewing room, which was just across the hall from her room.

"Actually...I don't want to change anything," she grinned mischievously. "But I did want to tell you what I was hoping you're planning on doing for me," she grinned.

By now, I had a pretty good idea what that was of course, and had been half expecting it.

"Remember what we talked about?"

I nodded my head yes. We now stood in the doorway of her sewing room, and as I turned to look at her, I noticed she had undone the sash on her bathrobe allowing it to fall completely open. Not unexpectedly, she was entirely naked beneath it. Contrary to popular belief and earlier discussion, Maxine's large full breasts were indeed still very beautiful. Maybe they didn't sit up off her ribcage as high as they once did, like Chris's most likely did...but they were indeed damn fucking gorgeous. I felt my cock actually twitch in recognition of that, though I again also realized I shouldn't be standing here doing this either.

"I shouldn't be gone any longer than an hour. After I drop your wife off at the shop I'll head straight back here. What I want to see...expect to see when I do, is you standing here just like you were yesterday. I want to walk in just like I did before, see you standing here...naked, stroking yourself off. Oh yeah...and with my panties. I've left some new ones for you to abuse yourself with," she chuckled hotly. "You'll know where they'll be."

She turned then heading into her room to dress, leaving me there with a partial erection already. I knew of course, I'd do exactly as she'd asked me to do, still trying to figure out how the hell I had gotten myself into this mess, but now actually starting to like the fact that I was. I mean after all, it wasn't all that bad now was it? Just jerking off for her while she watched? Wasn't that bad of a thing to do...not that decadent, and besides...in a way, I really did have my wife's permission to actually do that. Didn't I?"

I began work on the room though checking the time. When I was fairly sure that Maxine would be returning any moment now, I went back into her bathroom. Sure enough, she'd placed a new pair of panties for me right there on top. Red ones this time, a bit more silky feeling as I picked them out, already imagining what they actually might feel like as I stood there stroking my cock with them when she came in. I quickly left heading back into the sewing room, undressed and stood there waiting for the sound of her car to pull into the driveway. Sure enough, I did...and then just as she'd asked, I proceeded to stand there slowly stroking my cock, amazed to find I was as aroused as I was. I lifted Maxine's panties up to my face, I could smell her...smell her musky aroma, it was intoxicating, and immediately sent a nice pleasured jolt down to my cock.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

It was de'ja'vu. Only this time...it wasn't Maxine's voice that I'd heard. It was Chris's!

I spun facing her, my hand still on my prick, though I managed to tear her mother's panties away from my face...already too late of course as she stood there wide-eyed gawking at me with the most surprised look I'd ever seen. That look however soon turning into a more curious...interesting one as she then turned her eyes down between my legs.

"Darcy wasn't kidding...you really do have a gorgeous cock!" She stated.

"Listen Chris...I can explain," I began already knowing I couldn't. How the hell could I reasonably explain to her what I was standing here doing...but I had to try. But then I had heard her words, only then registering. "Is that all the three of you do? Sit around and discuss my cock?"

"Lately...yes," she laughed still looking at it, though now she walked into the room closing the distance between us a bit uncomfortably. "Before now however, all I could do was wonder what it actually looked like, now I know!" She grinned her hand coming out before I could react, grabbing it.

"Shit! Fuck! Chris!" I said dancing away forcing her to release me. "What are you doing?"

"No...the question remains, what are you doing?" I hadn't realized it, but as I attempted to move back and away from her, she'd managed in the mean time to grab her mother's panties out of my hand, now twirling them around on her finger in front of me. "With these?" She then added leering at me. "And how many times have you done this anyway?" She continued to press, though at the moment...words failed me. "Ever...jerked off with any of mine? Would I find any of my panties missing perhaps? Or at least all crusty, sticky with your semen?" She asked once again stepping closer towards me, now damn near having me cornered and unable to retreat against the windowsill. Which is about the time we both heard another car pulling up into the driveway.

"Fuck! Maxine!" I stammered out, just managing to grab the panties back and away from Chris as she turned towards the sound.

Rushing past Chris I sprinted across the hallway, once again heading into Maxine's bathroom where I immediately replaced her panties, and then back into the sewing room again, where Chris continued to stand there laughing at me.

"Oh this is too good!" She giggled.

"Please...Chris, please, don't...don't say anything, don't mention this...please!" I begged as I hurriedly dressed again.

"Ok...I won't, provided later on, you do something for me."

"What? Ok...anything, whatever you want, just please...please don't say anything about seeing me like this."

"Promise?"

I should have known better, but as I could now hear footsteps coming up the stairs, I didn't have time to think it through before agreeing to that.

"Ok, I promise!" Chris smiled.

"I'll collect later then," she added, and then turned just as Maxine entered the room. "Hi mom!"

I had bent over now kneeling on the floor smoothing out some more tape along the floorboards trying to act as though I'd been doing that the entire time. Only glancing over and up briefly towards Maxine as she gave me a curious inquiring look, though speaking to her daughter instead.

"Thought you were meeting Rachel at the mall."

"I was...but then half way over there she called me, said she couldn't make it after all. Figured there was no sense going there all by myself, so I came home again. Anyway...thought I'd come up and see if Jack needed a hand doing anything," she smiled demurely, and then turned to look at me with a lusty grin on her face. "Looks like he's about ready to start painting, figured I might as well help. I'll ah...go put some painting clothes on and come back," she said slipping past her mother out the door and then headed downstairs again. Maxine and I stood listening to her leave before turning to me.

"Damn...shitty timing huh?"

"You might could say that," I said without telling her why.

As it appeared we couldn't do much but paint the room now, Maxine too went into her room in order to change into something she could likewise paint in. Chris returned moments later, ready to "lend a hand" as she said, giggling softly as she reached down cupping my cock through my cut-off jeans.

"Jesus Chris...your mom!" I whispered softly once again pulling away from her nervously glancing towards the door.

"This...is going to be interesting," she said as she walked over and began putting on one of the new rollers I had purchased onto the handle she'd picked up. Interesting was right. She didn't look much different than she had this morning. She had chosen as painting attire, a pair of worn out cut off jeans that had more holes in them than material remaining. Most, if not all of her ass was sticking out the bottoms of them, if not through a fairly large hole on the left side of her ass. Even worse however, was the cut off tee she was now wearing as well, barely covering the bottom portion of her once again braless breasts, which she'd proven out to be as she leaned over when picking up the roller. Both breasts stood dangling there momentarily as she did that. "Well...where would you like me to begin? Up here?" She asked reaching towards the ceiling, and of course while doing so...both of her tits immediately popped out from beneath the tee she was wearing. Which was also of course when Maxine once again came walking in.

"Maybe you should do around the baseboards," Maxine suggested, though she at least didn't comment on her daughter's obviously exposed breasts. "Leave the ceiling for Jack to do...he has longer arms than either you or I do," she stated.

The thing was...Maxine was almost as bad as her daughter in her appearance. Not quite...but all most! Maxine too had an old pair of shorts on, not nearly as short of course as her daughters were...but she had also put on an old dress shirt, most likely one of Fred's. She'd tied the front of it in a knot just below her breasts, both of which were threatening to force the buttons to pop off, obviously braless as well as evidenced by the deeper than normal cleavage I was staring at.

Tearing my eyes away from her, and from Chris as well, I was determined to focus my attention on painting the room. If I didn't...I'd soon be in obvious trouble and unable to hide it when I was. Little did I realize this was going to turn into a titty-teasing fest of unbelievable proportions!

As small as the room was, it soon grew to be uncomfortably hot, especially with the window open, as we needed to do that in order to air the room out some. That, or be overcome with the paint fumes. The problem was...with three of us working together side by side, the heat of the day...it grew uncomfortably warm, and before long, the three of us were actually sweating profusely.

I obviously had one distinct advantage. I could at least remove my shirt, which I now did, so I was at least a bit cooler than the two of them.

"Fuck this!" Chris said. "I'm taking mine off too! It's too damn hot in here!" And then just like that...she did. Maxine looked as though she were about to say something, but Chris cut her off, perhaps making her rethink her concern. "Oh for hells sakes mom...like we were talking about earlier, he's seen enough of both of us before now, what difference does it really make anyway? They're just boobs after all. And I sure as hell am not going to stand here and sweat to death when I can at least be a bit more comfortable!" To my surprise, Maxine laughed, and then began working on the small knot keeping the front of her shirt tied together.

"She's right...what difference does it make anyway? We're all adults here...and not like you haven't seen tits before...so why not?"

Suddenly I was standing there looking at two naked pairs of breasts as the two of them began painting again. The problem for me was...I was starting to get hard again, and had no way in hell of trying to hide the fact that I was. And worse...as only moments later, wearing a tight pair of cut off jeans, I was far more than just a little uncomfortable because of it. It was downright...painful! And...to make matters even worse than they already were, it was clearly obvious as well, which Chris managed to dutifully point out.

"Jack's got a woody!" She snickered looking over towards me. "How the hell can you paint like that? Doesn't it hurt?"

Perhaps it was indeed the pained expression on my face that gave truth to that. It did...almost more than I could actually bear in fact.

"Maybe...you really should take care of that," Maxine said in a voice that sounded more far away, than she'd intended to voice. Almost breathless as she spoke.

"Yeah...right," I answered back attempting to roll the wall again, though all that did was put additional strain on my prick as it pressed against the front of my jeans, nearly bending me over.

"No...seriously Jack, you could injure it...your, your ah...self if you let it stay that way."

As strange as it may sound, I realized they were probably right. Yeah weird perhaps...taking a 'jerk-off' break here, but maybe that was just what the doctor ordered. However the problem now was, apparently, neither one of them wanted me to go elsewhere in order to do that.

"Go on Jack, do it...we won't say anything will we Chris?" Maxine said looking at her daughter, to which Chris's eyes opened wide in understanding of what her mother had just then suggested.

"No...we won't. And I agree Jack, you should, go ahead...take care of it before you really do, do something to hurt yourself. Just imagine how upset and angry Darcy would be...if you did."

"Just image how upset Darcy will be if she finds out I stood here and jerked myself off in front of the two of you!" I shot back.

"Well, like I said...we certainly won't say anything, and in fact...we'll even turn around and face the other way while you do it," Maxine said. "Won't we dear?"

"We will?"

"Yes...we will, we don't want Jack feeling more embarrassed about this than he already is now do we? And we certainly can't let him remain like he is either...now can we?"

"No...I guess we can't," Chris snickered, though she then too turned her back, same as her mother had, the two of them now standing together there with their backs towards me.

"Hurry up Jack, I'm sure...this won't take too long."

Believe it or not...I did it. Sure, sure...I know, I could have just as easily gone in and used the bathroom and jerked off in there. The fact of the matter was, you're forgetting, I was pretty fucking horny at the moment. I mean I'm standing there the entire time, looking at two pretty gorgeous pairs of tits for one thing...and yeah...there's something to be said about doing what we'd all been doing and talking about lately on top of all that. So the idea of actually standing there and tossing one off...with them both in the room, even though they said they'd keep their backs turned towards me while I did it. Well...even then, it was still pretty arousing.

I dropped my jeans. Now standing there holding onto my dick...jerking it off.

"Hmm, that sounds nice doesn't it?" Chris said, though thankfully she'd said it with her back still towards me. "Just something about the sound of that, a guy working his slick juicy cock up and down...up...and down."

"Jesus...Chris!" I panted, to which she and her mom both laughed.

"I'm sorry Jack, but she's right. As much as I hate to admit it...she's right. That does sound wickedly nice. And it's obvious just how aroused you really are, which admittedly I have to say...is arousing me as well."

"Yeah...me too," Chris said chiming in. "And as a matter of fact...I think I need to get off now myself!"

Before either one of us could say a word, Chris had unbuttoned her shorts which now dropped down around her ankles, she quickly stepped out of them kicking them off to one side.

"Christine!" Maxine exclaimed using the formal name she'd once given her.

"What? You're just as horny standing here listening to this as I am, so just admit it. Jeeze mom...not like you don't masturbate any less than I do...and obviously any less than Jack does...or is. And I'm sure as hell going to take advantage of the moment and do something about it...so, aren't you?"

I'd actually quit stroking my dick...my mouth open, looking at Chris now as she stood there in the all together. Unlike her mom, she had a tiny little strip of dark hair just above her mound, her fingers now spreading herself open, one, and then two slipping inside herself as she began to methodically work them in and out of her equally wet, slick sounding pussy.

"I can't believe I'm actually considering this..." Maxine suddenly stated, but then turned towards me, now facing me. And as she did, she reached down undoing the zipper on her shorts, which soon likewise fell down around her ankles, and then she slowly, almost teasingly removed her panties. "When in Rome..."

By the sounds, and then the looks of it...Chris was even hornier than I thought, bringing herself to orgasm even faster than I was rapidly approaching. Listening to her as she stood there finger-fucking herself was amazing! And not only that, but those nice tits of hers were bouncing almost wildly against her chest, she was panting hotly, driving her fingers in and out of herself with a frenzy now, though so was her mother, the two of them watching me.

"Oh stroke that fucking cock Jack! Stroke it, stroke it hard! Make that fucker squirt for us!" Chris cried out, though even Maxine now was joining in hearing her daughter talking like that, so lewdly, so obscenely, adding to the unbridled, uninhibited decadence of the moment.

"Yes Jack yes! Stroke that cock, pump that fucker!" Maxine added just as lustfully now as her daughter had, likewise frigging herself, though rather than fingering, she was half slapping, half rubbing her swollen very pronounced clitoris.

"Fuck!" I cried out, hovering on the edge...realizing. "I don't fucking have anything!"

"Here!" Maxine said, and then amazingly, scooped up her discarded panties with her foot, flinging them towards me, which I caught in midair. In one fell swoop, I brought them down over the tip of my cock, and simply erupted into them. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" I said over and over again with each and every delicious spurt of cum into her silky smooth soft panties.

And as I stood there doing that, I could hear the satisfied mutual cry of both mother and daughter suddenly joining me.

"Not a word."

"Not a word," Chris and I both readily agreed. Maxine using that same tone of voice she had used with me, letting us both know she was deadly serious about this. "What just happened...can't happen, and shouldn't happen again, understood?" She said asking Chris first. Chris nodding her head saying it again.

"Understood?" She then asked turning towards me, though she winked as she said it.

"Ah...yeah, understood," I said understanding perfectly well what she was saying.

"Ok, now that we're all rationale and sane once again...let's get the rest of this room painted shall we? Oh...and if you wouldn't mind handing me back my panties Jack? I'll just take these and go put them in the laundry."

For a split solitary second, Chris laughed, muffling the sound with her fist. "Finally got to do mom's panties didn't you?" She whispered. I tossed her a look warning her, but all she did was laugh once again.

Maxine had left, returning moments later, still naked however, as was both Chris and I. For some reason, it seemed to not make any sense to dress after what had just happened, and so it was...we finished putting on the first coat of paint, doing so while completely naked together.

The first couple of days of the new week passed without incident. I was actually beginning to think and feel that maybe all this had actually and finally blown over. Even Darcy hadn't mentioned anything else about attempting to do anything else, so I pretty much surmised her idea had finally been forgotten. And though we'd spent the past two days actually at home, it was inevitable that we'd end up being invited over on Wednesday night for dinner. In doing so, we were informed it would just be the three of us as Chris was out attending some sort of Sorority thing with her friends, still hopeful of getting in according to Maxine.

"Tonight's the night," Darcy told me just as we reached her mother's house.

"For what?" I asked, at this point having as I said forgotten all about any scheming ideas or plans that Darcy had been considering.

"We're gonna put on a little bit of a nasty show for mom later on this evening," she said. "The way I figure it, maybe if she watches us for a bit, gets a chance to finally see you, that will give her a little excitement, something to enjoy perhaps."

"Jesus Darcy! You gotta be kidding. You wanna fuck in front of your mom?"

"Yeah, figured that might actually turn her on, give her a little relief, something to think about, maybe get her horny, interested again. Perhaps after that, she'll have the desire to go out and start dating again. But for damn sure...she needs to get out more, not hang around the damn house all day getting frustrated!"

How could I possibly tell her?

"And just how do you expect to bring this all about? Here? Tonight?"

"With this!" Darcy said holding up the bag she had brought along, which I had just assumed was a few odds and ends that she usually brought over with her. This time however, she held up what was obviously a bottle of Tequila, along with some mix for it. "You know me," she laughed. "A few of these always did get me horny...and that's something mom well knew that it did. And though it does, and though I'm already a bit horny now anyway, I figured I'd have a couple, and then just have several non-alcoholic ones after that. When it's close to bedtime, I'll pretend I'm just too damn drunk, to make it home. You know how mom is, she'll insist that we stay here tonight anyway after we've been drinking. And since we'll no doubt be sleeping on the pull out bed there in the living room, that will make it even easier for her to spy on us from the top of the stairs. You know as well as I do, as dark as it is up there, you can easily remain concealed, and yet see clearly and easily down into the room. We'll keep on an end-table lamp turned down low, but so she can still see what we're doing at least."

"I don't know Darcy, I'm not sure this is really such a good idea."

"Sure it is...trust me, I know what I'm doing."

Once again...famous last words. But it was also obvious to me, I wasn't going to be able to talk her out of it either. All I could do was hope that perhaps afterwards, after we'd actually done this, gone through with it, she'd leave things be once and for all.

"Tequila? Are you forgetting what that used to do to you?" Her mother laughed. "God...I have to admit, it's been years since I've actually had any myself. Let me go get some salt...you did bring some limes with you yes?"

"Oh shit no! I forgot to get any!" Darcy admitted.

"Well we can't have that! If we're going to do shots of tequila, we need limes!"

"Shots? I thought we were going to do margaritas or something!" I said

"Margaritas! Oh hell no!" Maxine said. "Been too long since I've had shots, and that sounds like a hell of a lot more fun. No...we're doing shots, and that means...we need limes. Darcy? Run down to the store and get some."

"Me? Why me? Why not make Jack go for them?"

"Because while you're doing that, I can finish showing Jack what I want him to add to the room. By the time you get back, we'll have all that out of the way, and can spend the rest of the evening enjoying ourselves!"

All I could do was stand there with a pained smile on my face, trying to appear to Darcy as though I was dreading some other change or idea that her mother had once again come up with, especially as close as we were to finally finishing off the room.

What Darcy didn't know of course, was I did indeed have a pained expression on my face, but not for that particular reason. I had a pretty good idea, Maxine simply wanted a few moments of "alone time" with me.

"Well, ok...I'll go, and hurry back," Darcy quipped, but as soon as I do, let's enjoy the Tequila then and not spend the entire night talking about the sewing room...ok?"

The last thing I wanted to be talking about right now...was the sewing room. As it was...I'd never be able to look at it in quite the same way ever again.

The moment Darcy left, and two seconds after we heard the car backing out of the driveway, Maxine turned to me.

"OK Jack...take out your cock!"

I figured it was inevitable, so I did. And not that I minded doing so now either. I'd already come to face the conclusion that it now turned me on, that it had...and that I'd do this anytime and every time that she asked me to do so. I mean after all, what other choice did I really have anyway? The simple thing was, Maxine enjoyed watching me jerk off. Darcy had been right about that, she'd loved watching Fred do it, and obviously often. Now since I had, and since we had...it was equally obvious to me, that she had every intention of continuing to do so.

So, once again...here I stood, working my prick for her while she watched, and while she in turn opened her blouse, though wearing a bra, which she simply pulled up and over her tits, freeing them.

"Like looking at my titties while you're jerking off Jack? Fred always enjoyed it when I did that for him too," she added. "And I like playing with them as well...gets me all nice and horny too."

"Yeah...I do," I freely admitted. "You really do have nice boobs, all of you."

She laughed at that. "Yeah, I can just imagine how interesting that would be, all three of us sitting there naked playing with ourselves while watching you. Though I'm fairly sure that's never going to happen, bad enough as to what happened the other day. And that...really can't and shouldn't happen ever again Jack. Things just sort of got carried away is all...too carried away."

"I agree, it shouldn't, and it won't...not again, not ever."

(Famous last words?)

"However..."

"However?"

"Yeah...when I realized Darcy had brought over the tequila, that gave me an idea..."

"OH god!" I thought.

"You know how that can affect her, always has done for some odd-ball reason. But what I was thinking was this, especially after what happened the other day. So it's not like doing this is any worse than that was, under the circumstances, and especially with Darcy being your wife and all. But...what I'd enjoy seeing...watching admittedly, would be the two of you having sex together. So...I was thinking Jack, I'll mention to Darcy that I don't think it's a good idea for the two of you to try going home this evening. I'll tell her you're simply spending the night here, we'll make up the rollaway bed in the living room for you. And then when it's time, I'll head on up to bed. Except, I'll sneak out a bit later. Hopefully by then you two will be fooling around. That way I can watch for a bit, amuse myself...if you get my meaning, and then actually go to bed with a smile on my face, and a reasonably good night's sleep because of it. So...think we can get Darcy to go along with all that?"

"For some reason mom...I don't think that's going to be much of a problem."

"He really does have a nice once Chris! Better than any of the other guys that have been brought here and done this, that's for sure!"

Several girls had now crowded around me, inching closer, forming basically a half circle now as I stood there fondling myself.

"Squeeze it, that's it...we want to see some juice leaking from it," one of them stated, the others snickering, yet agreeing with her.

"Yeah, squeeze it for us Jack," Chris said, though pretending that she didn't personally know me, which was part of the requirement here, the initiation, though I also happened to know, her two closest friends certainly did. Though Chris had assured me they'd never reveal that fact either, or neither one of them would likely be admitted to the sorority either.

It was still hard to believe, thinking back now on how all this had started, how it had gotten crazier and crazier by the moment...all of which had eventually led up to this, to my being here, agreeing to do this for her, just so Chris could make it in to the Sorority she wanted to be associated with.

At least these young women were dressed, or I'm not sure I'd have felt comfortable doing what I was. Not that I was actually comfortable doing this...it was a little embarrassing as it was, but at least I could do it, more so...without having a bunch of naked females tempting me while I did.

There was no way in hell I'd ever be able to explain this one, and even Chris couldn't help me out of this mess if it ever got out. But as far as keeping myself hard, entertaining myself while the girls watched, while they giggled, snickered and amused themselves at my expense perhaps. Well...at least I had the images inside my head to entertain myself with, and keep it that way. All the crazy things that had been going on, one right after another, one seemingly almost worse than the last one. And yet...each one hornier, wilder, crazier. Oh yeah. It was easy to stand here now, just thinking about those moments. Remembering back, beginning with that crazy night at Maxine's and the fucking tequila.​