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Chapter 8
(mF, mult, cons, reluc, het, humor, cheat, inc, mother, son, poly, group, WM, WF, oral, pett, preg, BBR)
Written by The Shadow Rising and Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

After that evening, Leah and Tommy fucked each other mercilessly and tirelessly at just about every opportunity they got. For far too many years now, Leah had "gone without" sexually, and she was determined to make up for lost time. She now had a spectacularly virile young lover who seemed to be the perfect match for her in bed, and neither she nor he showed any sign of getting bored of living out their lusty fantasies together.

In fact, it seemed as if the more they fucked each other, the more they needed to fuck each other. It was like they both found the other to be a highly addictive drug. Just giving each other a knowing "look" and realizing they both had the same thought, the same urge and the same need for mutual satisfaction was a most powerful aphrodisiac for them. So they looked for more times, more places, and more chances to have sex.

Most any time they were home and Carl was not, it was a sexual free-for-all.

Tommy fucked Leah in her and his father's bed. He fucked her from behind and while he held her bent over and sprawled out on the kitchen counter. She relentlessly rode his dick in a lawn chair on the back lawn. They fucked in the pool outside. The hot tub area was a particularly favorite spot. (Although they discovered actually doing it in water didn't work so well.)

Their bodies grew increasingly attuned to each other, and it seemed as if their orgasms grew more intense as the days passed. They climaxed together virtually every single time Tommy climaxed.

Leah had such a low orgasmic threshold that they joked that she was able to cum if he so much as called her "Hot Stuff." That wasn't far off when it came to her son, because her turned her on so easily.

The private investigator's report was finished on time. It confirmed all their worst fears about Carl. It wasn't clear when his affair with Joanie had started (since the two cheaters didn't have any reason to talk to each other about that very often), but it had obviously been a couple of years at the very least.

And it continued fast and furious every day. Tommy had been right with his suspicions about the roomy sofa in Carl's office - it was being used for sex. In fact, Carl and Joanie were nearly as sexually insatiable for each other as Tommy and Leah were. Carl was living any businessman's wet dream. His secretary generally sucked him off first thing in the morning, and then sometimes another time or two as opportunities came up later in the day. Plus, Carl reciprocated with lots of pussy licking. Carl had his office locked most of the time, so they didn't have to worry much about interruptions or getting caught. And their lunch breaks did involve eating (or they'd go hungry), but they spent more of it fucking.

Upon reflection, it was rather surprising he'd been able to keep his job.

Leah began preparations to divorce Carl. But the process took time if she wanted to get maximum financial advantage in the divorce. For instance, it would take months for her to move her assets out of reach of any divorce settlement without raising suspicions. Also, she wanted to gather more evidence on Carl's cheating. Since his affair was taking place almost entirely at work, she hoped to find proof that company higher-ups knew or at leas condoned the affair. That could lead to a big settlement.

Frankly, she wasn't in a rush to divorce, because she and Tommy found so many ways to have sex anyway. And the danger of getting caught by Carl added an extra thrill. As long as they didn't get caught by Carl, things could continue like they were for a long time.

Tommy and Leah did go to the "dance" that Wednesday. In reality, they went to a fancy hotel room with a hot tub, just as Leah had suggested. And they fucked and sucked until well past midnight, also just as she had suggested.

That worked so well that thereafter Tommy taking her "dancing" became a part of their weekly routine, with Carl's blessing. It was a luxury to be able to take their time and scream as loud as they liked without fear. It was no problem renting a hotel room each time, even though they had to leave well before the night was over.

Sometimes, they actually would go dancing when they said they would. They both really did love to dance, so they had a fun time. But they also wanted to be seen by some people who knew Carl so word would get back to him that they were really dancing. But they'd start out with some fucking in a hotel room first, to take the sexual edge off. Then, later in the evening, they'd go back to their hotel room and fuck each other's brains out even more.

They both greatly enjoyed the fact that Tommy pretended to be Carl on these dates, with Carl's full approval. They had no end of fun pretending to be married, and calling each other husband and wife as they fucked without regret, restraint or remorse.

The day after they resumed fucking, Leah took the initiative and started wearing butt plugs during the day, while at work, to prepare herself for taking him in the ass. It certainly made sitting through those long boring meetings and presentations with her colleagues a lot more interesting for her.

She would, however, take them out before driving home, because as soon as she walked in the door, Tommy would be ready and randy for her and they'd go at each other until just before Carl got home. Considering their usual routine, Leah didn't even want to waste the few seconds it would take to unplug her ass when she saw Tommy heading her way with yet another monstrous erection since any delay at all might spoil the mood. So every day before she left work, she would make a trip to the bathroom and unplug herself.

This did however have the side effect of keeping her efforts at anal conditioning out of sight and out of mind for Tommy, even though she let him know every so often what she was doing. She wasn't trying to keep it a secret from him.

After two weeks of ever increasing butt plugs, Leah found herself beginning to struggle with sizes and dimensions that weren't exactly completely comfortable anymore. At this point, she figured she was as ready as she'd ever be, even though she hadn't quite reached a thickness on par with that of Tommy's penis yet.

On one of their "dance nights" - actually spent in a hotel room, as they did more often than not - they went through all the lengthy preparations for anal sex. Leah started by giving herself an enema, just to be sure about cleanliness. After that was done, she laid face down on the bed, put a pillow and a towel under her hips, and then spread her legs widely to give her son unrestricted access to her ass. She even held her ass cheeks open for him as Tommy spent the better part of an hour slowly lubing her up. He lovingly fingerfucked the anal lube she'd bought gently into her asshole while telling her in an awed voice just how incredible it was that she wanted to do this with him.

When he'd used about maybe a third of their lube supply, he stopped fingerfucking her butt and instead switched to a full body massage, to help her relax. Then he then gathered up yet more lube on his fingertips and massaged her asshole, both inside and outside.

They agreed it was time. She looked up at him with love in her eyes and purred, "Son, I need you to take my anal virginity! I'm so happy that you'll be the only man to ever fuck me there!"

Tommy proceeded to slather lube all over his erection. Then, when Leah nodded her satisfaction, he climbed up onto the bed and took up a position above and behind her where he could control the speed and depth and pressure of his penetration, He rolled the massive head of his cock into position outside her clenched anus.

Almost immediately, they ran into difficulty. When he pushed forward, her anus didn't yield or open for him. After several abortive attempts, he changed his strategy. He tried fingerfucking her asshole again to try and loosen her up a little. That helped, and her anus did begin to open, but nowhere near wide enough to accept the full girth of his thick cock. They both kept trying, but is erection h was so big and so wide that he was simply unable to even get his entire cockhead into her.

Tommy, keenly attuned to his mother's suffering, called it quits before she was ready to throw in the towel and admit at least a temporary defeat. He simply couldn't go on seeing her struggle in pain. Plus he was very concerned about the possibility of injury, far more than even she was.

She pointed out, "When it comes to this kind of thing, sure, it hurts at first. But then it gets better. Think about when a woman is a virgin and you've gotta get past her hymen. You've done that before with some of your cheerleaders, and you know the deal. It's like that, but this is my anal virginity."

He said, "I know, but still. I feel uncomfortable about the whole thing. It's not what I thought it would be. I mean, it's taken over an hour by now just to get you warmed up enough to get to this point, where you can't even relax enough to take more than just the tip of the head of my cock. And we just spent over an hour to try it and came up short. That right there is over an hour I could have been fucking your cunt non-stop. And all this prep work isn't gonna go away in the future, and it's gonna be a whole other ordeal getting all the way in, every single time. That's even with all your butt-plug prep work. I have so much sexy fun with you already that it won't be the end of the world if we don't do this. The bottom line is, I can't stand to see you in that much pain."

She sat up and lovingly kissed his cheek. "That's sweet. But you know me; I don't like to give up about anything that's worth fighting for. Why don't we do this? Let's put getting your cock-log into my ass on hold for a while. Meanwhile, you keep fucking your cheerleader girlfriends. Who knows? Maybe you'll find one not only willing but able to take your huge cock-log up her ass."

She said, "Your problem is that you treat me too gently, because you love me so much. I'll bet you'll have fewer problems hearing her grunt and cry in pain if you don't know her so well. Then, after you see what it's like, you can decide if you want to give it another go with me. I'll bet you will."

"But Mom!" he whined, "I want you to be my first."

She kissed him again. "Awww, what a sweetheart. But don't worry, you'll still be my first. My first and only! And technically, I was your first. We almost got your entire cockhead in, didn't we?"

Unlike Leah, Tommy had had an excellent vantage point to visually watch his progress. He hadn't even been close to getting the head of his cock into her. He mumbled, "Yeah, I guess."

She lifted up his head. "Hey, don't look so glum. We've got this hotel room and hours and hours of fucking and sucking ahead of us!" She got up on all fours on the bed and wiggled her bare ass at him enticingly.

Needless to say, within minutes he'd put the anal sex setback out of his mind as he happily drilled her pussy.


After their abortive attempt at anal sex, Leah scaled back her ambitions of taking Tommy in her ass. He was right about one thing - it would take an incredible amount of time for him to get into her butt even if she could relax her asshole enough to take him back there, and that was time that they could spend fucking her other holes. So, within days, she abandoned her expanding butt plugs and put them into a shoe box in the closet. She was surprised at what a difference it made to go to work without all that anal discomfort.

However, she didn't give up on the idea entirely. She figured he needed to do it first with another woman, because he really did treat her too gently sometimes. She was willing to wait.

As Tommy and Leah needed each other more and more, the time spent fucking elsewhere or when Carl wasn't there didn't seem enough. So they grew increasingly daring about having sex when he was there.

Just as Leah had predicted, she spent many, many hours "tutoring" Tommy behind the locked door of his bedroom. His grades actually suffered quite a bit the more "tutoring" he got, because they spent so much time "tutoring" naked, that he didn't have much time to really do his homework. They got very good at fucking quietly, and the music they kept playing all the time generally covered whatever noises they did make.

Leah sucked Tommy's cock before school, fucked and sucked him when he got home from school, they 'tutored' each evening while Carl was home, and then she gave Tommy one last quiet good night cocksucking before they went to sleep. He also reciprocated with pussy licking more often. He found himself enjoying that almost as much as being on the receiving end.

On top of all that, the massage idea worked quite well when they wanted to have still more sexual fun while Carl was home. Just as predicted, Leah was able to walk to and fro Tommy's room with nothing but a large white towel wrapped around her body, and Carl didn't even blink an eye about it. This gave them a good potential excuse if they were caught naked or partially naked together. But so far they were careful enough not to need it.

As an added bonus, both Tommy and Leah actually learned how to massage each other, since they couldn't have sex all the time. Not only was it fun and relaxing, but sometimes they massaged each other in one of the common rooms. That lessened Carl's potential suspicions, and allowed them to have at least some fun with each other's bodies out in the open.

The only physical contact Leah ever had with Carl anymore was kissing, and usually that was just a perfunctory peck on the cheek. She didn't offer Carl her lips anymore, and he didn't make an issue out of it. She'd been expecting to have to claim a headache or some such excuse if he pressed for sex, but there was no pressure from him on that score at all.

Leah would have been surprised at just how long he was content to go without sex, except she now knew he was getting his jollies with another woman.

Between the "dancing" and "tutoring" and other similar cover stories they came up with, they were spending a remarkable amount of time with each other, even with Carl's full knowledge. But Carl either didn't suspect, or was glad Tommy was keeping Leah busy. And of course they spent even more time together when Carl wasn't around.

One downside to their passion was that their work and school efforts suffered. Even Tommy's performance on the football team took a hit. His head obviously was elsewhere much of the time during practices. Each day, near the end of school, he could hardly wait to get home, because he knew Leah would be waiting and wearing yet another incredibly boner-inducing outfit just for him. Then usually she'd do a striptease before they got down to some serious fucking and sucking. And sometimes, even during official games, Tommy was bone tired from so much sex.

As a result, he wasn't the big sports hero anymore, and he got some flack from his teammates for his diminished performance. (He used a minor injury as a plausible excuse.) But he considered that a small price to pay for all the fun he was having. He would choose pounding away in his hot mom's pussy over pounding into other football players any day of the week.

Meanwhile, Leah continued to pay investigators to find out more about Carl's affair. Bit by bit, more shocking revelations were gradually uncovered.

For one thing, it turned out that most of Carl's "overtime" was so he could take Joanie to places after normal work hours (and generally fuck her some more). He even managed to sneak off to see her for at least a couple of hours each weekend. Many times, when he said he had to work all day Saturday, he really was somewhere else with his lover. In fact, they found out that Carl never had a "late business meeting" on that pivotal Halloween night, but had spent the time with Joanie.

But what upset Leah even more was that Carl and Joanie were clearly in love with each other. However, Joanie was also married, and she was unwilling to get a divorce for some unknown reason. (It seemed they'd made peace with their situation a while back and thus no longer talked about it, so it was hard for the monitoring to come up with some answers.)

They did however get a better idea why Carl and Joanie were going so hot and heavy for each other. While in his office, their sex was fairly ordinary. But elsewhere, Joanie was a dominatrix of sorts, and Carl was her "little pet." She got off on dominating him, and, to Leah's great shock and dismay, he apparently got off on being dominated. It wasn't heavy S&M stuff with whips, chains, and leather outfits, but it was there.

This enabled the investigators to look upon what they already knew in a new light. It had looked like Carl was enjoying blowjobs and other sex acts from Joanie in the office whenever he wanted. But it was Joanie who was dictating the what, where, and when. She liked blowjobs because she controlled his orgasm on her own terms and for her own pleasure, and she punished him if he came too soon.

Joanie also got off on denying Leah sex. Joanie only allowed Carl to have sex with his wife at increasingly rare intervals, which by now had dwindled down to pretty much never. He had to report back to his mistress every physical intimacy he had with his wife, and she punished him in various ways, including harsh spankings, if he so much as kissed Leah on the cheek without permission. Over time, this had worked as very effective Pavlovian conditioning, so much so that Carl barely even found Leah arousing anymore, despite her great beauty and overwhelmingly sexual aura.

Leah was shocked, horrified, and disgusted by what she found out. She felt like she'd never known the real Carl in the first place. She also found it ironic that she and her husband had started out "normal," but they became increasingly sexually incompatible with each other as they independently discovered their submissive tendencies. In other aspects of life, such as their careers, they were dominant, which made their real sexual natures all the more unexpected.

It was obvious they never should have gotten married in the first place. Carl and Leah had only been 18 and 17 years old respectively when they'd wed. She only knew a few fumbling and inexperienced boyfriends prior to Carl, and she was just beginning to learn what life was about in general. Neither of them had enough sexual experience to realize just how sexually incompatible they were for each other. But she'd gotten pregnant with Tommy early on, so they'd been obliged to try to make things work.

Their marriage worked well enough in the early years, despite them being forced together due to the pregnancy before they were ready. But then, as the years passed, both of them were too nice and easy going (and naturally submissive in certain aspects) to confront their growing problems.

Leah was slowly discovering the extent of her sexual submissiveness. It turned out she didn't get off on calling Tommy 'sir' or 'master,' or being whipped or bound, or publicly degraded. She knew he was her master in every possible way, but she preferred to simply think of his as "Son," and she called him that nearly all the time. Plus, part of it was her pride. She was reluctant to call anyone "master," even him.

She definitely let him know when he was going too far and she wasn't enjoying things. She did like the occasional playful spanking, but she wasn't about to let him seriously punish her with a real spanking. Mostly, she just liked it when he took charge and told her what to do sexually, she loved to constantly sexually pleasure him in every way, and she loved thinking of herself as his "fuck slut."

Otherwise, in non-sexual aspects, her relationship with Tommy pretty much continued as before, except for the fact that those times where she wasn't being blatantly sexual with him weren't too common anymore since they were just too hot and horny for each other so much. They remained absolutely insatiable.

As Leah put it to Tommy once, "We're damn lucky. Ninety-nine plus percent of the people will never get to experience the kinds of mind-bending orgasms you and I share most every day. We should celebrate that we're so sexually compatible, and use this lucky gift we've been given until we're simply too exhausted to keep going."

Tommy couldn't help but agree. He was still quite young, but he knew they had a very unique and special thing, probably a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and he tried hard not to screw it up. Since he loved her so very much, it was easy for him to keep her happy.

Leah was dead set on getting a divorce. But she was also determined to financially screw Carl as much as possible, and that required a lot of careful planning. She had a lot of money under her own name due to her high-paying job, much more than Carl, but in theory all of it could be split in a divorce, leaving him with much more than he deserved. She consulted a ruthless financial advisor, who knew many ways for her to slowly and secretly shift her money and possessions. But that took time to accomplish.

That meant that Leah had to continue her charade of a marriage with Carl for at least a few more months. She hadn't been intimate with him since well before the Halloween party.

He didn't seem to care, but she came up with a vaginal infection cover story just in case, to help keep him at bay indefinitely. She also manufactured a few arguments with him, where she claimed she'd just shut off her sexual drive until he "got his head out of his ass" and sexually desired her again.

As it turned out, their lack of any sexual intimacy was hardly a problem at all, since his mistress Joanie hated for him to ever have sex with his wife. It was like a "don't ask, don't tell" situation, with neither of them wanting to bring up the issue, much less do anything about it.

The more she learned about how much Carl was cheating on her behind her back, the more blatantly she wanted to cheat on him behind his back.

And sometimes, "behind his back" wasn't just an expression. It got to the point where Tommy and Leah sometimes would kiss and fondle each other furtively when Carl was in the same room but just sitting facing the other direction.

They could afford to be that daring because the more time passed, the less they cared about getting caught. True, that would cause some difficulties, especially if Carl tried to make their lives hell over the incest, but mostly it would just speed up what was going to happen soon anyway. They knew so many embarrassing details about Carl's relationship with Joanie that they were fairly certain he wouldn't be able to blackmail them over their incest.

Sometimes, Leah in particular felt like she actually wanted to get caught, so Carl would hurt about her cheating like she was hurting about his cheating. But still, there was no way to know for sure how he'd react about the incest, and in theory they could even go to jail. Such worries were always just enough to make her to come to her senses.

Once, Tommy was fucking Leah doggie-style in the lounge when Carl phoned from work, and she spoke to her husband while her son continued driving his nine-inch cock deeply into her pussy. That caused her to moan and groan occasionally down the phone, but Carl failed to suspect anything.

That was hardly the last time something like that happened. Whenever he called home, the odds were fairly good they were doing something sexual to each other. Or they'd start in after finding out he was the one calling, if the phone call was going to last for a while.

Another time, Leah was bouncing up and down on Tommy's thick cock in the bathroom as she pretended to take a bath, and then she got fucked by him again in the shower, even as Carl was talking to her at length from the other side of the door over whose turn it was to take out the trash.

Once, when Carl thought that Leah had gone out and Tommy was upstairs, he heard a noise coming from his son's room, so he went up to see what was happening. But instead of knocking, he stood and listened for a while, because he thought his son was nailing one of his girlfriends from school. Proud of his son's sexual prowess, he smiled and walked downstairs. But Tommy had Leah pressed against the door, deeply impaled on his rigid cockmeat and was fucking her hard against the wood.

It was a very lucky thing they were just moaning and panting, because Leah had grown to love saying nasty things during sex. Typically, Tommy was fairly quiet, but she was a chatterbox, and her filthy words invariably made them both hotter. It seemed like half the time Tommy had his dick in her, she was yelling something like, "Son! Son! Fuck your fuck slut's cunt with your fuckin' huge COCK-LOG!"

As it was, Tommy nearly had a heart attack when he came downstairs and saw Carl watching TV. Luckily, he was able to return upstairs undetected and then sneak his mother out of the house so she could officially "come home" later, after his "girlfriend" had supposedly left.


But that close call gave Tommy an idea. It had been a month since the pivotal Halloween party, and his sexual habits had changed a lot. Previously, he'd been taking full advantage of his local sports star status, and having sex with just about any good-looking and busty girl who wanted him. A great many did, because word had gotten around that he had an exceptionally big dick and knew just how to use it. But most of those were just one-night stands, or several nights stands at best, since he refused to make any commitments.

However, since Leah had asked him to change his ways and date just one or two steady girls so he wouldn't get an STD and even pass it on to her, he'd been looking at girls in a new way. In addition, now that he was unloading into or onto his mother a handful of times every single day, he didn't have any pressing need for a girlfriend in the first place. Frankly, Leah had him running ragged with constant fucking, and he wasn't about to complain!

But he continued dating girls nearly as much as before, for two reasons. One, he needed to date to keep up appearances at school, since he was already known to be very sexually active. But more importantly, he discovered the more he dated girls, the more his competitive mother would go all out to please him. He had the best of both worlds: he'd have a great time fucking some fun girl in his bedroom all evening. Then, after the girl left, Leah would sneak in and she'd practically fuck him to death to prove how much better she was. Carl would never be the wiser, because he assumed that Tommy was still fucking his date. (Due to the sad state of their marriage, Carl rarely bothered to wonder where Leah was, or go look for her.)

There were about ten truly exceptionally beautiful, stacked, and sexually talented girls in Tommy's high school. He'd had sex with most of them already, even though he was only 16 and most of them were 18. But only about half of those were nice enough to consider seriously dating long term.

But he was lucky, because one of the nicer and more beautiful ones, Misty, had many physical similarities to Leah. True, Misty's face was completely different from Leah's. For instance, she was more of a cute girl next door type instead of a sultry vixen in heat like his mother. No one looking at their faces could ever confuse them, and she had brown eyes instead of Leah's blue ones. But Misty was exceptionally curvy and busty for an 18-year old. She wore double-D-cups, which were close enough to Leah's E-cups for his tastes. More crucial, however, was the fact that her hair was as jet black as Leah's.

Tommy's idea was that if Carl knew he was dating Misty, and then walked in on him fucking Leah in a dark room, he'd assume that he was slipping his sausage into Misty instead.

So he began dating Misty in a more serious and long-term manner than he'd ever dated any girl before. It turned out they got along great. They shared many of the same interests, and Misty even was a huge football fan. They loved to joke, and they shared the same sense of humor. Best of all, Misty was very down to earth and easy to please despite having such outstanding looks.

There were only two snags to his plan of using Misty as his excuse in case Carl caught him with Leah. One, Misty didn't wear her hair the same way as Leah, and her hair wasn't as long either. But he was able to get her to change her style and grow her hair longer, while Leah cut hers some. Two, Misty was lightly tanned instead of pale like Leah was. That was slowly fixed over the next weeks as Leah developed a sudden interest in getting an all-over tan.

It was a very good thing Tommy had developed this plan, because only two weeks after he started dating Misty, and mere days since Carl had first met her, Carl walked into his bedroom somewhat drunk one night, only to find Tommy and Leah naked and wildly fucking on the bed. But the light was off, and Carl naturally assumed it was Tommy and Misty instead.

He paused at the door, and said, "Oh, man! Do you have to do that in MY bed?"

Tommy pretended to be disturbed about that, which wasn't hard to do, since he was frightened out of his mind about Carl finding out what was really going on. As he kept Leah's face pressed closely to his chest, he said, "Oh shit, Dad! I'm so sorry, but Misty and I kind of made a really big wet spot on my bed. I was totally gonna do all the laundry later. Can you go downstairs for five or ten minutes, and we'll move?"

"Uh, sure. Take your time. Sorry for, uh, interrupting." Carl was trying to check out Misty, and was frustrated that most of her body was blocked by Tommy's. But he was thinking that she looked pretty damn voluptuous and sexy.

There hadn't been time yet for Leah to develop enough of a tan to pass as Misty at first glance, but luckily the room was dark enough with the light off for that not to matter.

As soon as Tommy and Leah were in Tommy's bed, with his door safely locked, they resumed a very boisterous and bouncy fucking.

Leah whispered, "That was just too hot! We should do that again soon!"

He laughed. "What happened to you wanting to protect him from the trauma of discovering our incestuous secret?"

She snorted. "Yeah, right. One word: Joanie!"

As he drilled her deeper with his big cock, he said, "I loved how you kept squeezing my cock with those Kegel moves your pussy has gotten so good at, even as I was trying to talk to him!"

"Heh-heh! Sorry, but I couldn't resist!"

They were able to get out of that jam without Carl suspecting a thing.

As the weeks passed, things went very well between Tommy and Misty. When he'd dated before, he was all about the sex. It wasn't surprising that he didn't last long with any particular girl, because although his fucking was always impressive, they were looking for someone who was serious, with long term emotional commitments.

But ironically, now that his considerable sexual energies were being taken care of by Leah, he was happy to talk and go to fun places with his date instead of just wanting sex, sex, and more sex. In fact, Leah was such a sexual dynamo, sometimes Tommy was happy to go on a date with Misty just so he'd have a chance for his penis to recover for a few hours.

However, a big problem for Tommy was that Misty's body was very similar to Leah's, and she was good at sex by the standards of girls her age, but she couldn't hold a candle to Leah's sexual prowess. So it was like he had to make due with a poor imitation when the real thing was eagerly waiting for him at home. He tried to teach Misty some of the things he'd learned through Leah, but that was very dicey, because it was hard to do that and not to imply that she was somehow sexually inadequate in the process.

The problem of poor sex grew so bad for him that he realized he needed to do something drastic about it, or find another girlfriend. But he had come to really like Misty as a person, and her physical similarity to Leah did have a lot of value to him in terms of keeping Carl clueless about the incest.

He came up with a new idea. He told Misty that his mother Leah had been really wild in her younger years, and was reputed to have great sexual skills. Furthermore, he claimed she was considering teaching sex classes at a local community college, but wanted to use Misty as a guinea pig of sorts and teach her first. He claimed to Misty that while his sex life with her was good, both of them could learn more and take things to a much higher level.

Misty bought it, and began taking free formal sex lessons from Leah every week.

The change in Misty was substantial and dramatic.

It turned out most of Misty's problem was one of attitude. Although she was relatively unspoiled for being so beautiful, she was a lazy lover. She figured that it was up to the boy to do nearly all the work during sex, and all she had to do was lie there and be beautiful.

Leah used every argument she could think of to get Misty to change. The main one was that she claimed she'd overheard Tommy talking to his friends about how he was thinking about breaking up with Misty because she was a "dead fish" in bed. Misty was falling in love with Tommy, and she especially loved getting fucked by his big cock, even though she was passive about it. She knew she had a lot of room for improvement in being more active in bed. She began following all of Leah's sexual instructions in order to save their relationship.

After much intimate discussion during their sex lessons, Leah also was pleased to discover that Misty was sexually submissive, just like she was. That gave them a lot of common ground. It also allowed Leah to indoctrinate Misty into the pleasure of "serving her man." The more Misty looked at sex with Tommy from a submissive service point of view, the more she loved pleasing him.

Before long, Tommy was nearly as eager to fuck Misty as he was to fuck his mother. He didn't fuck Leah any less, but just added regularly fucking Misty to his already hectic sexual schedule. He'd already stopped dating all other girls shortly after he started to date Misty.

For months, Leah and Tommy fucked like rabbits at least three or four times a day (if "fucking" included blowjobs and titfucks and the like). They fucked so much that some days it seemed that all they did was fuck, eat breakfast, go to school or work and eat lunch there, come home, fuck, eat dinner, fuck, sleep, and then get up to begin the cycle again. With luck, he'd squeeze homework in there somewhere. If he didn't have any "luck," it was because Misty was squeezing him with her Kegel muscles.

It was remarkable how easily they were able to get around Carl, because he just didn't care. It helped that they worked out a system of careful steps to take not to get caught. For instance, both of them got very good at having sex without making much noise, and always having music playing to cover up what noise they did make.

One bonus to all this sex was Tommy quickly learned how to cut virtually all goofing off out of his life. He had no interest in surfing the Internet or channel surfing on the TV, when he had Leah or Misty waiting for him. And Leah made sure he was at least getting his homework done or she'd deny him sexual access, so he learned to finish his school work quickly. (It wasn't necessarily his best work, but it was always done on time.)

He saw Misty about every other day, and on the rare occasions they didn't fuck, she would at least suck him off.

She came to love cocksucking, and got really good at it. As her occasional sex lessons with Leah continued, they increasingly focused on oral sex, especially learning how to properly deep throat. Leah still was the queen of that, by far, but at least Misty was trying.

Then there was football for Tommy, and his other sports the rest of the school year. Sometimes, he was so exhausted that he felt he couldn't even get out of bed. But after about twenty minutes of Leah's passionate wake-up cocksucking and/or fucking, he always found renewed energy.

He liked to joke "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger," and in fact all the extensive sexual activity, plus sports, put him in the best shape of his life.


It was a very, very good life for Tommy and Leah. In fact, things were so good, they were in no great hurry to get rid of Carl, since he impeded their fucking so little (plus, sneaking around him made the sex even more exciting).

And all the while, Leah continued to secretly transfer money out of his reach. Leah's job paid very well, but she was nonetheless determined to get all they could so they would never want for money once she and Tommy were living as a couple.

The investigators' monitoring of Carl and Joanie continued off and on as well, and occasionally discovered useful information. For instance, they were slowly building up a case that Carl's company was complicit in allowing the affair to continue.

Tommy and Leah fucked in every room in the house many times, in the car, in the garden, against the windows, and even against the front door only seconds after Carl had left for work. They fucked on, over, or against nearly every piece of furniture in the house.

Tommy once told her, in all seriousness, "I feel like I was born to fill your hungry pussy like it ought to be filled."

Leah corrected him, "Close. But you need to call my pussy a 'cunt,' because fuck sluts only have cunts. Furthermore, my son-loving cunt needs a motherfucking monster cock-log fucked into it right NOW!"

Naturally, lots of fucking followed. And that was a typical verbal exchange to get them going. They were so hot for each other that sometimes all it took was a comment on two and they'd be energized to fuck like bunnies for an hour or more.

Just thinking about how perfectly his cock fit her vagina, as if they were made for each other, never failed to get her wet. That led to her thinking that his dick almost certainly WAS made for her, since Tommy was her son.

Leah lived a strange triple life. She lived a double role of fuck slut and wife at home. But her time at work was so different from either that she felt like that was her third life. She still excelled at her job, but oftentimes her thoughts were on her son and his big cock instead of work. Sometimes, even in the middle of important meetings, she would space out, smile, and lick her lips hungrily. She also continued to practice holding her breath at odd times, in order to practice her deep throating stamina. Occasionally, co-workers would notice that and be puzzled.

She'd invented a cover story to explain at least some of this behavior. Ever since the night of the Halloween party, she'd been walking with a spring in her step and a near constant smile on her face. She told her co-workers that her marriage had fallen apart, but so slowly that they didn't realize it until it was almost too late. But she'd patched things up with Carl, and it was like they were having a second honeymoon. That removed any possible suspicions, because she acted like the woman wildly in love that she was, even months after the party. And her story had some truth to it, except it was her son that was keeping the smile on her face by giving her more sex than she'd had in her entire married life.

With an eye to the future, she gradually exchanged the photos of her husband on her office desk and even in her wallet with pictures of Tommy. Only she wanted her co-workers to still think he was Carl. She carefully chose pictures of him in business suits or otherwise angled or dressed to look much older than his sixteen years. It helped that Tommy had kept his hair style cut just like Carl's ever since the Halloween party. That way, if he was seen out in public with Leah and they were acting like a couple, they could just claim they really were Leah and Carl. Unless, of course, Carl was the one who saw them!

One day, Tommy had only a half day at school, and Leah hadn't realized it. He had a car of his own by then, so he decided to drive to her work and surprise her by taking her out for lunch.

That was the plan. Virtually no one in Leah's office personally knew Carl, so he'd put on his duplicate of Carl's glasses and went to her office dressed in a business suit and tie like his father would be dressed. He'd even gotten special shoes with one-inch thick soles to make him just an inch shorter than Carl, for these sorts of occasions.

Leah had been working on her computer in her inner office when she was buzzed that she had a visitor.

Stella, Leah's gorgeous personal assistant and close friend, came into her office seconds later, and said, "I've got a pleasant surprise for you. Guess who's here to visit you?" She paused dramatically and turned towards the door. "Ta-da! Your husband!"

Leah struggled mightily not to show her annoyance and disappointment, thinking it really was Carl.

Tommy walked in, all smiles.

Leah's secretly sour attitude vanished in an instant.

Stella naturally assumed Tommy was Carl, because she was familiar with the family pictures Leah kept in her office, plus he introduced himself as Carl from the get-go. She might have thought he was Tommy if he'd dressed like a teenager. But the business suit and glasses he wore made all the difference.

Tommy walked right into her inner office without knocking, and closed the door behind him, but not before Stella joined them too.

Shocked, but in the best possible way, Leah stood up and rushed around her big desk. Thanks to her surprise, she wasn't thinking and very nearly called out "Tommy!"

But Tommy had been anticipating that, so as soon as he walked in, he exclaimed, "Wife! My beautiful, lovely wife! How has your day been, Leah?"

She threw her arms around her son and they started French kissing.

Stella just grinned and started to walk away. "I'll just leave you two lovebirds be."

But before Stella could close the door behind her, Leah abruptly broke the kiss and looked up. "Wait! Hold all my calls, and cancel everything on my schedule for the rest of the day!"

Stella was surprised. "For the rest of the day? Are you sure?" It was only 12:30, and Leah usually went home between 3 and 4, depending on Tommy's sports practice schedule, so she could get there just before he did.

Tommy spoke up. "You don't need to do that, honey. I just came here to take you out to lunch."

Leah said, "Nonsense! You never ever come to work, and I'm the boss, so I get to do what I want! Besides, there's nothing of great import happening this afternoon. Isn't that right, Stella?"

Stella just nodded.

But even before she did that, Leah and her son were necking again and didn't see her.

Amused, she said "Right," then closed the door behind her.

Leah immediately broke this kiss and started unbuttoning her blouse. "Now, what's this bullshit about taking me to lunch?"

"It's not bullshit. I really love you, Hot Stuff, and can't wait to spend time with you."

"Awww, how sweet! I love you too. But unfortunately, that's not what's gonna happen today. I've got a burning hot CUNT, now that I've seen you, and I need Mr. Hot Cock to fill it!" With her blouse unbuttoned to her belly button, she reached inside, fiddled about, and then pulled her bra out.

She held it up and chuckled. "Can you believe it? A bra!" She looked at it with disgust. "I have to wear these damn things at work every day. But not if you're here!" She dramatically tossed it aside.

She pulled her long skirt up and attempted to wiggle her panties down her sleek legs.

He said, "Wait a minute. I really did come here just to eat lunch with you. Well, that and establish my cred as Carl. We don't have to fuck. I figure that would be too dangerous here anyway."

"You are just so sweet! Gaawwwd, am I gonna reward you for that. But don't worry, Stella has discretion. She'll know not to let anyone in here without warning me. She'll warn my secretary and everyone else to leave me alone too."

As she unbuttoned his slacks, he said, "Wait. I thought she's your secretary."

"No, she's my personal assistant. My secretary is the woman you passed sitting at a desk in my outer office. Your mom is a high muckety-muck. I have both!"

"What's the difference?" he asked.

She dropped to her knees and held his erection with both hands. "Do you want me to talk, or suck your cock?"


She started to stroke. "Hey, I'm the boss of this whole floor. What I say goes! And what I'm saying right now is that I NEEEED to deep throat your big cock!"

Stella was pleased. She was Leah's good friend as well as her assistant, and she was glad to finally meet the husband of her boss, after years of only hearing about him. She'd soured on him when she'd heard Leah complain about their marriage going bad, but she'd changed her mind when Leah told her all about the rebirth of her marriage. (Which of course was actually her and Tommy.)

Stella was a good judge of character, and instinctively felt he was a nice guy. Besides, any fool could see from the way they looked at each other that they were deeply in love. (Seemingly only the real Carl failed to notice, because he assumed that was the regular familial kind of love.)

Stella was quite startled at just how young "Carl" looked though. But she reminded herself that Leah looked quite young as well.

About twenty minutes later, Leah buzzed Stella on her intercom and had her get enough take-out food for two from a local restaurant.

Stella was amused when she knocked on Leah's door a little while later to hand over the food, but the door only opened a crack, a hand reached out and grabbed the bag of food, and then the door shut tight. She laughed, figuring Leah and her husband were busy getting further "reacquainted."

Stella made sure to redirect all of Leah's work elsewhere that afternoon. If something really important came up, she would notify her by e-mail or intercom message, so she wouldn't be a disturbance. But she was used to freely coming and going to Leah's office. As Leah's personal assistant, she was like her shadow, standing near her most of the day. To be completely barred from her office for the entire afternoon was a totally unfamiliar experience for her.

So when she intercepted a call and found that one of Leah's important higher-ups from the company's main headquarters was coming to their office later than afternoon, she fell back into her usual habits and burst into Leah's office after only a perfunctory knock.

She didn't look up straight away, because she was multi-tasking and looking at an incoming message on her Blackberry. But she detected a scramble of activity at the edge of her vision, and when she looked up, she got a shock.

Leah was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Carl (in reality Tommy) was sitting behind her desk in Leah's usual chair. But that wasn't the only surprising thing. His business jacket was nowhere to be seen, and his tie was hanging very loosely around his neck.

He looked up at her and tried to act normal, but it was impossible to miss that his hair was tussled, and he was flushed and sweating like a pig, even though the room was air conditioned. His glasses were gone, and he hoped that didn't expose the fact he wasn't Carl. He looked much, much younger without the glasses, and he was only 16, after all.

As the door closed behind her, Stella asked incredulously, "What's going on? Where's Leah?!"

"Um, she stepped out." It was a bald-faced lie, and it looked like one too. He stared everywhere but at Stella.

Stella said, "Out?! But that's impossible! There's only one door in and out, and I've been on the other side of that door the whole time! I go where she goes and know what she knows! There's no way she just slipped out!"

"Uh, well, she did." He knew he wasn't convincing her, but he didn't know what else he could say.

Irked, Stella put her hands on her hips and gave him a hard look. "Now, what the hell is going on here?!"

"Um, nothing!" He sounded even more like a guilty liar.

After a long pause, Stella figured things out. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "She's hiding under the desk even as we speak, isn't she?"

He blushed and looked away, appearing as guilty as hell. "Um, well, not exactly..."

She had a realization. "She's not just under the desk, she's blowing you, isn't she? She's giving you oral sex, probably even as we speak!"

A voice drifted up from the general vicinity of Tommy's crotch. "Thank you, Stella. That will be all!"

Stella knew she should have left, but she couldn't help but exclaim, "A-ha! I'm right! Leah, what's gotten into you?!" She couldn't resist laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

Annoyed, Leah's voice said from under the desk, "It's called my husband's damn dick! It's gotten into me for about the last hour straight! Now, can you give us some PRIVACY please, or do I need to find a new personal assistant?"

Stella blanched and staggered back a step. Leah had never threatened to fire her before. "I'm sorry! I just... I'm sorry!"

She noticed Carl's face (actually Tommy's) looked quite pained and strained. She figured he was mad at her, but was trying to hold back. In fact, it was just that he was dangerously close to cumming.

Stella was about to turn and flee from the room, but then she heard Leah ask from under the desk, "Why did you come in here anyway? I thought I made it clear I was not to be disturbed for anything!"

Stella stuttered, "I'm, I'm s-s-sorry! It's just that, uh, John Dawson, he's, he's coming from headquarters, and he's, he could be here in as soon as an hour! But I should have buzzed you. I'm sorry!" She found it bizarre to be talking to Leah while only seeing a silent man with an odd expression in front of her.

Leah said "That's okay, just so long as you didn't see or hear anything in here. Is that clear?"

Stella stood up straightly, like a soldier taking orders. "Yes, ma'am! I'm like Sergeant Schultz! I know nusssink! Nussink!"

Surprised laughter drifted up from under the table. But it sounded rather muffled. Worse, Stella realized a distant sound she couldn't place was growing louder and was actually a kind of slurpy and squishy sound. She was floored.

Tommy couldn't resist gawking at Stella while all this was going on. Not only was she exceptionally beautiful, she was exceptionally stacked as well. He was horny as fuck, so he wasn't able to control his wandering eyes.

Then, Leah's voice was even more slurred and muffled when she said, "Ssstthella, you are dishmisshed."

Shocked, but also terribly aroused, Stella finally turned around fled.

Once Tommy saw Stella close the door behind him, he looked down to his crotch. He quietly admonished her, "Mom, you're so bad!"

Leah popped Tommy's thick cock out of her mouth and beamed up at her son. As she licked circles around his cockhead, she said, "You're the one who's bad, calling me 'mom' again. I told you not to do that, but you've been saying it about every other minute since you got here! Remember, in the office, I'm your WIFE! And that turns me on like you wouldn't believe!"

She paused to slide her lips over his entire cockhead. Then, after bobbing directly over his sweet spot and moaning lustily, she pulled off again and went back to licking. "You like to call me 'Hot Stuff,' but I suppose you think you're the one who's hot stuff right now. You've got your big-titted mother so hot for your cock, she'll even suck and fuck you where she works!"

He asked, "Do you remember the last time we fucked and sucked right on the desk where someone we know works?"

She looked up at him, and her eyes went wide as she realized he was talking about the Halloween party and fucking in the real Carl's office. "Oh Gaawwwd!"

Overcome with a wild jolt of lust, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed Tommy's cock like a sword swallower performing an amazing feat. In a matter of seconds, she'd deep throated his dick all the way to his root, and she frantically bobbed up and down on him while staying that deep on him the whole time. She used her throat muscle squeezing technique too.

He snickered with glee. He'd learned in recent weeks that any mention of that party at any time invariably fired her desires so much, it was almost like giving her an instant orgasm.

He looked down and loved what he saw. He was naked from the waist down behind the desk, and it had only been total luck that he still wore a dress shirt and tie. They'd been doing a lot of role-playing in the last hour, and that was also why she still wore her business jacket, even though she was otherwise naked from the waist up. She still had her skirt on as well, but it was jacked up high around her waist as she frantically frigged her clit.

He said, "I can't believe what a naughty little fuck slut you are. I tried to flop down in this chair and act like normal when Stella burst in here. You COULD have helped, and at least just stayed still. But nooooOOOOOooooo! What did you do? You snarfed my cock down and sucked like a Hoover, even more so than usual! You wanted to make me cum while she was still talking to me, didn't you?"

There was no answer.

He complained, "Hey, don't think you can avoid answering just 'cos you're deep throating me! Admit that you're a naughty, big-titted fuck slut!"

She'd become very accomplished at her deep throating, and liked to stay down on him for about two minutes each time. She waited until the two minutes were up.

Only then did she pull her lips all the way off again. Thanks to his mention of big tits, she sat up higher and trapped his boner in her cleavage. But she still was able to reach the top of his cockhead with her tongue. As the tip of her tongue swirled around his piss hole and her tits rose up and down on either side of his shaft, she said in a small and shy voice, "I'm just a naughty, big-titted fuck slut."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

Her voice was suddenly much louder, almost too loud. "I said I'm nothing but a naughty, big-titted fuck slut! YOUR naughty, big-titted fuck slut! There! Are you happy? And you're right. I was trying to get you to cum with her here! I'm so baaaaad. Since you've tamed Misty, you think you're the cock of the walk, with not one but two sexy and horny sluts at your exclusive beck and call. And you're RIGHT! All you have to do is snap your fingers and we'll come running to serve your big cock-log in every possible way!"

She paused to devote more attention to her cock licking and titfucking. "Mmmm. MMMM! ... Mmmm, yeah! ... Where was I? Damn you, your cock is so big and powerful and tasty, I can't even think straight! Where was I? Oh yeah. You shame me every single day, using me as one of your personal sex toys. Even the fact that I'm your mother doesn't stop you, but just makes you fuck me more and more and more! I totally love it, of course, but just for once, I wanted to embarrass YOU!"

He chuckled. "And how did that work out for you?"

The titfucking suddenly ended, because she was compelled to dive down on his pole again and bob madly all over his sweet spot for nearly a minute. She loved it when he got cocky.

But then, just as suddenly, she came up and replied, "Damn you! You know how that worked out! You bested me once again! Look at me! I'm a powerful woman! I'm in charge of an entire fucking department, covering this whole floor. But when it comes to you, I'm nothing but your helpless, horny fuck slut! Naturally, you turned things around and embarrassed ME, by having such a yummy giant cock-log that I couldn't help but lewdly slurp all over it while Stella was still in the room! Now, whenever I open my mouth, she's gonna picture your fat cock sliding between my ruby red lips, and it's all your fault!"

He chuckled some more. He knew that last comment was an exaggeration, since Stella hadn't actually directly seen anything. Still, it was a fun idea.

But then he asked with concern, "Is that gonna be okay? Stella's not gonna tell on you, is she?"

"Are you kidding me? She's my good friend and she's totally got a crush a me. She'd throw herself in front of a car to save me. She'll be quiet. You could fuck me doggy-style as I'm literally lying on top of her, and she'd never say a thing!"

"Hmmm! Nice idea for next time," Tommy mused with a grin.

"Bastard! And why won't you cum already? Do you plan to just sit in my chair and keep me on my knees as your personal cocksucking cum-slut for the rest of the afternoon?!"

"Hell yeah! You're just so full of helpful ideas today!"

She groaned in aggravation and gave him a sharp look before she deep throated him again in an increasingly desperate attempt to get him to cum sooner rather than later. She had a big meeting coming up, she now knew.

It wasn't all sucking and fucking though. Tommy actually spent a long time eating her out as she sat in her usual desk chair. He'd gotten much better at doing that, and they had great fun pretending he was the one secretly hiding beneath her desk and licking her while she had meetings with important people.

They continued like that until the possibility of her higher-up John Dawson arriving made their activities too dangerous, and they had to cut their afternoon plans short. Tommy made good his escape with Stella's willing assistance.

On his way out, Leah came out of her office with him to stop and talk with Stella. Stella was feeling hurt that Leah had threatened to fire her, and Leah sensed that. The two of them hugged it out, and Leah reassured her that she was a great personal assistant and Leah hadn't really meant that.

Tommy was awed watching Leah and Stella hug. Not only was Stella drop dead gorgeous, but her tits were a size larger than Leah's E-cups! He would have loved to date her, except he heard she had a serious boyfriend. He would have been shocked otherwise, since she was such a catch.

Tommy's visit was such a big success that he came back for repeat visits to his mother's office as often as he could. Unfortunately, that wasn't very often though, since he usually had school and sports practice during the day.

Leah loved those visits, because not only did they have their usual great time together, but she didn't feel so pulled apart, as two of her three personas had a brief chance to intersect.

It could have gotten tricky if the real Carl had ever showed up and started talking to people. He would have been very surprised to learn about "his" previous visits. But he seemed to be drifting farther away from Leah with each passing week, so there wasn't even a remote chance of that happening.

Leah and Carl still never argued, because both of them had their own reasons to want to see their marriage slowly fall apart.

As Leah had predicted, Stella never said a word to anyone about the sex in the office (which not surprisingly was a violation of company policy). She went out of her way on Tommy's subsequent visits to make sure her boss and her husband had all the privacy they needed, even though she knew they were going to spend most of their time fucking like wild monkeys.

Stella did have her suspicions about Carl's age, but the possibility that Leah was actually fucking her son never occurred to her. Instead, she suspected she'd married someone much younger and was lying about Carl's true age. She wondered if "Tommy" was an entirely fictitious creation designed to make it seem like she and Carl had been married a long time.

But these were just idle musings, and she thought about such suspicions less and less the more she got used to seeing "Carl" come by the office for a visit. And no one else in the office had any suspicions at all.


So Tommy's life was pretty great.

But things got even better for him as the months passed. Misty and Leah became good friends during their weekly one-on-one sex lessons. There wasn't actually that much to teach every single week, so they became more like a time for friends to hang out and talk about sex. Typically, Misty told Leah all the juicy details of her most recent sexual encounters with Tommy, and Leah in turn told Misty all the juicy details of some lost past sexual encounter with "Carl." But in fact, that was just window dressing. She would really describe some recent sexual encounter she'd had with Tommy instead.

The two of them got increasingly sexually open with each other, until eventually they blatantly masturbated and climaxed to the sex stories they shared.

There wasn't that much practical sex education going on, but the meetings did help to keep Misty's enthusiasm for having sex with Tommy at a fever pitch. Oftentimes, while she was having a great fuck with him, she would get extra excited from thinking how much fun she would have telling Leah all about it, and masturbating about it, during their next "lesson."

Tommy and Leah also conspired to have Misty join them for many dinners and movies and so forth. Plus, the weekly sex lessons morphed into daily ones, since the three of them spent their afternoons together every day after school. More and more, they became a very close and loving threesome. The only problem, and it was a huge one, was getting Misty to understand that Leah was having sex with Tommy, her son.

One baby step there was that Leah emphasized to Misty what a sham her marriage with Carl had become, and how it had been months since they'd had any sort of intimacy. She made clear that she was working on a divorce. That opened the door to Leah increasingly showing that she desired Tommy. They still had the enormous incest problem, but at least Misty wouldn't worry much about Leah cheating on Carl on top of that.

As the three of them grew increasingly relaxed with each other, Tommy had been brought in to serve as a "practice doll" during the daily afternoon sex lessons, or during the many other times they hung out together.

For instance, Leah would talk about various cocksucking tricks, and Misty would try them out on Tommy then and there. One constant theme to Lean's sex lessons was getting Misty to be a talented deep throater. Over time, Misty completely lost her gag reflex, just as Leah had already done. (Hers disappeared around a month after the Halloween party, thanks to daily exercises to make it go away.) But that was just the start. Leah was constantly on Misty to improve every aspect of her deep throating, and especially to increase how long she could stay down on him without having to come up for air.

It was a gradual process that took place over many daily sex lessons, but Misty slowly became open to the idea of Tommy and Leah having sex together. At first, Tommy had just been brought in for a few minutes here and there while the three of them remained mostly clothed, but eventually all three were naked for the duration of the sex lesson. Then, Tommy and Misty might be trying out a difficult sexual position, and Leah would be right there with her hands on them, pointing out this and that.

Misty openly practiced that, and cocksucking generally, on Tommy pretty much whenever they were together. For instance, if the three of them went to a movie together, it became no big deal if Tommy's cock got erect during the movie and Misty blew him right there in the movie theater. Then Leah typically drove the car so Tommy and Misty could sit in back, allowing Misty to suck him off all the way home. And once they got home, the three of them would automatically get naked, with Tommy and Misty having fun while Leah was forced to merely watch.

Misty was a very kind-hearted girl, and her heart increasingly went out to Leah, who was had to just watch when it became increasingly obvious to Misty that she wanted to join in. At first, she wanted Tommy all for herself, but seeing how they spent so much time together as a threesome, she slowly realized that not much would change if Leah could have sex with Tommy too.

They slowly slid down a slippery slope. For instance, after Misty and Tommy successfully practiced some sexual move on each other, Leah would give each of them a congratulatory kiss. Over time, those became French kisses with Tommy! Since all three of them were usually naked at the time, such kissing sessions could become very heated. But Leah was very careful to ratchet up what happened week by week, so the change to overt incest was gradual.

One day, Misty came in to the house and went straight to Tommy's room to meet up with Leah and him. Now that Tommy was fully participating in the lessons, it was safer to hold them in his room, in case Carl came home unexpectedly. Tommy was pretending to work on his computer, but it wasn't much of a pretense, since all of them knew he'd be joining in momentarily.

Misty asked Leah as she started to strip, "So, teach, what'll we be working on today?" (Misty had gotten in the habit of calling Leah "teach," especially during the lessons.)

Leah was keeping her clothes on for now, so the attention could be on Misty to start the lesson. She said, "Hold on. Don't move. As long as you have to take your clothes off anyway, this is a good opportunity to practice your striptease skills for your master."

Leah still didn't really think of Tommy as her "master," and she never called him that, even though she knew that's exactly what he was. But she'd detected a submissive streak in Misty early on, and she'd worked with Tommy to bring that out in Misty as much as possible. They figured that the more submissive she was, the more obedient she'd be, and thus the more she would accept the mother-son incest. Once the notion was sufficiently ingrained in Misty, Tommy could simply order her to accept it, if need be. So the lessons had become just as much propaganda sessions emphasizing Tommy's "dominion" over her, in addition to being practical sex lessons.

Misty had taken to these submissiveness lessons so well, including fully accepting Tommy as her master, that Leah had deemed it was time to take the big gamble.

Tommy watched intently as Misty stripped right in front of him with all the agility and talent of a belly dancer. Her days of being sexually lazy due to her great beauty were long forgotten. She'd come to deeply love her master Tommy, and she loved being the best, most enthusiastic sexy slut for him that she could possibly be.

Leah hadn't told Tommy that she was planning anything special today, but she went to his CD player and put on the song "Brick House." Since Halloween night, that had become "their song," or at least one of their songs, so Tommy raised his eyebrow and glanced at Leah, wondering what she was up to.

But she just grinned enigmatically back at him, so he went back to watching Misty put on a show.

Misty turned it into an interactive striptease from the very start. She'd worn a sexy bright red blouse, and slowly unbuttoned it down to her belly button. Then she went to Tommy, and while still swaying to the funky music, she slowly pulled his shorts all the way down his legs. As she did that, she made sure to stay bent over at an angle that gave him an ideal view of her dangling double-D-cup boobs, just barely contained in her lacy bra.

Tommy began lightly stroking his hard-on once she had his shorts past his knees.

After she got them all the way off his feet, she stayed with her face practically in his crotch. In fact, she decided to go all the way with that idea, and blew on and licked his cockhead a little bit while he kept jacking off.

But once she engulfed his entire cockhead and started bobbing on his sweet spot, Leah said to her, "Very good so far, Misty. But I think you're forgetting the point of the striptease. A little cocksucking is good, to get him really hot and bothered. But remember, this is a TEASE. Don't go so far so fast."

Misty pulled off. "Sorry. That was my plan, to tease some more. It's just that once I get his big cock-log in my mouth, I can't stop myself!"

(After all these weeks learning from Leah, she had picked up Leah's sex lingo to the point that she thought of Tommy's penis as a "cock-log" as much as Leah did.)

Leah knowingly said, "I know what you mean." She deliberately used those words, testing to see if Misty would pick up on the implication or be shocked by it. But Misty was busy dancing again and taking her bra off, so she continued, "A powerful, thick cock like that pretty much demands obedience. So yeah, once you start sucking it, it's hard to stop. But that's all part of becoming a good fuck slut. Sometimes you have to overcome your natural desires to better serve your master."

Misty just nodded as she grooved to the music. She flashed a fiery, passionate expression at Tommy as she suddenly pulled her white lacy bra out of her red blouse and tossed it away. She opened her blouse in the front with both hands to show off her bouncy boobs, but only for a few seconds. With a petulant pout, she covered up again and then spun further away from Tommy as she got more into dancing.

After a minute or two, she realized she was getting into dancing to the funky song so much that she was forgetting about the striptease. She turned to Leah and asked her as she churned her hips to the beat, "Too much dancing?"

"Possibly," Leah nodded. "Why don't you ask your master?"

Misty danced her way back to Tommy, and then dropped to her knees before him. She removed his hands from his erection and said, "Let your fuck slut take care of that." Then she blew on it from only an inch away as she jacked him off. "What do you think, Master? Too much dancing?"

"Not at all," he replied. "I'm really enjoying watching the way you move your slinky, sexy body. You're really good! And with your blouse open but your bra off, I get a lot of exciting glimpses of your boobs bouncing all over the place."

Misty smiled even more than usual. She had a thousand watt smile, and loved to smile all the time. "That's good to hear. But I'm kinda eager to get back to more cocksucking. Tonight, I'm really in a cocksucking, deep throating mood. I want to see you cum on my face and tits three times! No, make it four! So I'm gonna hurry it up."

She got back up, and resumed her sensual dancing. But she was true to her promise, and very quickly wiggled out of her skirt and panties. That left only the red blouse still hanging loosely from her shoulders.

Since her sex lessons had started, she'd come to greatly respect Leah, and especially her opinions about sex. So she turned to her and asked, "Too fast now?"

"No," Leah replied. "You don't want to leave your master jacking himself off too long. But before you finish, I think now's a good time for a lap dance."

Misty's eyes lit up. "Good idea! I love these lessons!" She giggled.

Misty immediately straddled herself over Tommy's thighs. She took his hands and brought them to her big melons. "Watch out, naughty boy. If I'm not careful, you're gonna slip your cock-log into my pussy. So you just have fun with these for a while." She held his hands until his fingers sank deeply into her ample tit-flesh.

Then she began gyrating, churning her agile hips all over his boner.

Leah was a little jealous, because Misty was quite agile. Misty was double jointed, so she could do some sexy moves Leah could not.

Misty held Tommy's cock most of the time. She was too busy writhing all over to stroke it much, but it was good for her to know exactly where it was at all times, so she could slide her pussy lips all over it.

"Brick House" had long since ended but the CD kept playing the rest of the Commodores' greatest hits. Those were mostly romantic ballads, so Leah changed the CD to War's greatest hits instead, to keep the funky groove going. "Spill the Wine" started to play.

Tommy was getting eager for more, so he pulled Misty's blouse off and tossed it to the floor. Now his girlfriend was totally nude and happily bouncing on his cock while his mother looked on approvingly.

Leah was eager to get in on the action, especially now that another funky song was playing. Misty was bouncing more vigorously, and looked to be having a great time. So she said, "Very good, padawan, very good." (The "padawan" was a jokey name for "apprentice" from the Star Wars movies that she used with Misty sometimes.) "But how can you take it up a notch?"

Misty slowed her bouncing and gyrating as she tried to consider that. That was one important lesson Leah always emphasized, to never be content and always find ways to arouse her master still more.

Now that she was a more stationary target, Tommy bent forward and began suckling on one of her nipples.

"Um, I'm not sure," Misty admitted after giving it some thought. "I really want to slip his huge cock-log into my tight gash, but it's too soon for that, isn't it?"

"It is," Leah replied. "A good fuck slut takes advantage of the opportunities given her. Look at me. I'm still fully dressed, yet I need to get naked before we start our lesson."

"I've got it!" Misty said. "While you dance and strip, I can work on pleasuring his cock while giving him a good view." She began climbing off him to get between his legs instead.

"Good," Leah replied, "but I think his cock is getting overexcited already. And we've got the entire rest of the evening to keep his cock throbbing with pleasure. But in any case, try licking his balls for a while until he cools down."

Leah proceeded to perform a striptease and dance that was as sexy as Misty's, and then some.

All the while, Misty lapped at Tommy's balls and shaft. But since she was mindful of Leah's concern that he would get too aroused, she generally stayed away from his sweet spot.

Once Leah ran out of steam and out of clothes, she said, "Okay, Misty, turn around and pay attention."

"Do I have to?" She was objecting to the turning around part, because that meant turning away from Tommy's erection.

"Yes. His cock-log needs more of a rest for a couple of minutes anyway."

Misty repositioned herself, while still sitting between Tommy's legs.

Leah went on, "Now, it's time to begin. What's your deep throating status report?" That was something they did every day.

"It's going great!" Misty exclaimed excitedly. "Like usual, we snuck away to our private room for lunch." (There was a long story there. Suffice to say they had a safe place for sex during lunch.) "And like usual, I got naked and sucked his cock while he ate, deep throating him most of the time. I kept track by glancing at the clock on the wall, and on my fourth time, I managed to stay down for two minutes and ten seconds, throat-fucking him the entire time!"

"That's great!" Leah was genuinely impressed. That was nearly a personal best endurance time for Misty. (Leah could max out at just shy of three minutes.)

"Thanks! I was super psyched! And Master patted and stroked my hair the whole time, and called me a good slut. And then when he pulled out near the end of lunch and came on my face... OHMYGOD! It was the best! I was totally bummed when I had to clean up and go back to class."

Leah asked her, "How do you feel about it, in general? Are you getting bored from deep throating him every day?"

That was an usual question, one that puzzled Misty. "Bored?! Are you kidding me? It never gets boring. I love it a little more each day. It's such a sense of accomplishment, getting all nine thick inches down. I totally feel like a sword swallower! It doesn't actually matter how I feel about it, since he's my master and I would do it simply because I love him and live to please him. But since I do totally love it, it's easy for me to want to do it all the time! I feel sad for all my girl friends who don't know how to deep throat and don't even have a master. They're missing out on so much!"

"Good, very good," Leah pronounced sagely like she was some kind of martial arts teacher, and not sitting buck naked. "I especially approve of your comment that you'll do it simply because he's your Master. That's the only attitude a true fuck slut can have. And like I keep telling you, the more you totally dedicate yourself to serving his cock, the more pleasure you will receive in return. So, that said, I think it's time to take your deep throating to the next level."

"Oh good!" Misty leaned forward and listened eagerly. "There's a next level that's even better?! WOW! So cool! What's next?!"

Leah proceeded to outline the advanced deep throating skills she wanted Misty to do. They mostly involved additional stimulating moves while the deep throat was happening. For instance, she noticed that Misty was so focused on what was happening down her throat that she hardly ever did anything with her hands at the same time. She pointed out there was all kinds of things to do with one's hands, including playing with his ass crack and massaging his prostate if he was standing up. That would guarantee to get him to cum, if they were in a hurry and all else failed.

Tommy stood up, so Misty could have total access to his ass.

Misty repeatedly tried to do what Leah asked, but she wasn't successful. She wasn't a great multitasker. It had taken her a couple of months just to get good at massaging his shaft with her throat muscles while still remembering to slide her lips and lick his cock too.

All the while Misty practiced her deep throating, Leah held Tommy's boner. She'd been doing that for the last or two week as well, under the premise that of helping to keep it in place. Day by day, she'd gradually escalated things so she was stroking it as well as holding it.

Misty didn't blink or say one word about that.

Both Tommy and Leah found that very encouraging, and gave each other approving looks when Misty wasn't looking.

Today though, Leah couldn't do that since the lesson was for Misty to learn how to jack him off at the same time. But she knew her opportunities would come soon.

After about ten minutes of struggling with getting her hands involved too, Misty exclaimed, "I don't get it! It's impossible! When I'm deep throating, that's all I can do to work my throat and my mouth at the same time. Now, I need to do THREE things at once! Four, if you count each hand as one thing. It's like you're asking me to take my S.A.T. test while playing in the basketball finals AND drive a car in heavy traffic AND talk on the phone with my mom. It can't be done!"

"Sure it can," Leah said. Since Misty was resting between deep throatings, Leah took Tommy's cock in hand and began casually stroking it.

Misty didn't even blink an eye at that, since Leah had been doing a lot of it in recent days, acting like a "fluffer" for her.

Leah said, "You have the skills. That's obvious. You can do each of the things individually quite well. You have the passion. You love your master and live to serve his cock. Don't you?"

"You know I do!" Misty spoke passionately. "Tommy is so much more than a boyfriend to me. I wish I could tell all my friends the endless joy of submitting to him and serving him. You tell me to keep quiet about that though, so I do. There's nothing more important to me than being a good fuck slut for him. Which is why not being able to do this is so damn frustrating!"

Leah smiled approving at that answer. "Good. I believe in you. He believes in you. Don't you, Son?"

Tommy nodded.

"The only thing you lack now is confidence. Believe in yourself! It's easy! I swear, it really is."

Misty complained, "If it's so easy, let's see YOU do it."

Inwardly, Leah wanted to jump for joy. This was the big opportunity she'd been waiting for. In fact, she'd been on the verge of making that very suggestion. But outwardly, she played it cool, and acted surprised. "Me? You want me to show you?" She touched a hand to her cleavage. "But, you know, he's my..."

"I know," Misty said impatiently. "But it would only be for a minute. I know you're the super big deep throating expert. I'm kinda dying to see you in action. It would be so much easier for you to show me instead of just tell me. Besides, you're already jacking him off a lot lately, so what's the big deal?" She nodded towards Leah's hand, steadily pumping up and down his shaft, but focusing on stimulating Tommy's sweet spot.

"Well, if you insist," Leah said. She started to bend over towards his crotch. She wanted to do this before Misty had a chance to change her mind.

However, Tommy said, "Um, Mom, if you do that, I just may cum! I've been on the edge, for like, over ten minutes now!"

But she wasn't going to lose this golden opportunity, so she just winked, and said, "Try your best." Then she dove down, down, and down some more, until her nose was in his pubic hair.

"WOW! That's cool!" Misty said excitedly. "I know you haven't done your special tricks yet, but just seeing a deep throat from close up is incredible! And you took the whole thing on the very first try, all the way to the root! You ARE an expert at this!"

Knowing that she might not have long, given how close Tommy was to cumming, Leah motioned with her hands towards her face, and then moved her tongue so it bulged out her cheeks. With Misty staring in awe, she tried to nod and motion down with her eyes. She wasn't really able to nod, given the fact that she had nine inches of thick cock in her mouth and deep down her throat. Plus, Misty wasn't looking at her eyes. But some additional hand waving got the point across.

She brought her hands back to Tommy's balls, and started cupping and fondling them. That was the point of the demonstration after all, to show how to do all the rest and use one's hands as well.

"Wow," Misty said again, more in quiet awe this time. She was watching from so close, she almost could have stuck her tongue out and licked Leah's neck. "I get it! Fingers, tongue, lips, throat - everything's going at once! And you say it's easy for you?! I bow to your superior skill!" She made a playful little bowing motion.

Leah gave Misty the thumbs up, and went back to caressing his balls. (It actually wasn't that easy at all, but she wanted to be encouraging.)

Tommy had been desperately holding out, knowing this moment was absolutely pivotal for his future with Misty and Leah. The very fact that Leah was doing this to him openly in front of Misty was insanely exciting, driving him to cum soon. However, he was afraid that if he came all over his mother, that might cause Misty to freak out.

But Misty was reacting with such enthusiasm that he figured things were okay, so he waited until Leah pulled back and regained her breath. Then, just as she engulfed his cockhead in her mouth, he let go.

Leah loved his timing. She always disliked whenever he climaxed while she was deep throating him, because then the cum shot straight down her esophagus and she didn't get to taste any of it. With her lips already sliding back and forth over his big knob, she had the perfect excuse to bob frantically over his shaft until he'd shot his entire load into her mouth, and that's just what she did.

Misty vigorously played with her clit and pussy. Leah was doing the same to herself, so Misty came at the same time the other two did. But she was the only one to scream out loud, as if she was being royally fucked.

He had been standing for a while. But as his orgasm came to an end, he grew so weak in the knees that he was forced to sit back down. However, Leah never pulled her lips off his shaft while he repositioned.

Once it was clear that he was all done, Leah bobbed on him for another half-minute or so, just to be sure. Then she pulled off and immediately fell back into her teacher role. She asked Misty, "Now, padawan, what did I teach you to do each and every time after your master cums?"

"I lick his cock and balls completely clean, to say thank you to him for giving me the opportunity to serve him, and to show how much I love him," Misty said, reciting a rule from Leah's earlier lessons. She had come to devoutly believe it too.

"Correct. Do you want to do the honors?" Leah pointed the cock towards Misty.

But Misty waved the opportunity off. "No way! I'd love to, but you're the one who got him to shoot off, so you deserve the prize."

Leah obviously liked that answer. She smiled and went back to licking his shaft. She'd noticed that his dick hadn't actually shown any signs of going flaccid yet, and she hoped that would hold true. This was the perfect time for such staying power, if they wanted to better ease Misty into accepting their incest.

Now that Tommy was recovering, he reached out and ran a hand through Misty's hair. She was still wedged in between his legs, right next to Leah, so it was an easy reach. His voice was still a bit ragged, but he asked, "Misty, you know... Leah is my mom! That fact doesn't bother you?"

"Why should it?" Misty asked cluelessly, as if she'd never even heard of incest before. "It's obvious she loves you, and she's not going to try to take my place as your girlfriend, because she is your mom. To be honest, I've been feeling really bad for her lately. I can tell she's got a special thing for you, and every time we're together she sees you and me having sex while she's forced to watch. Isn't that just too cruel?!"

She turned the tables by asking him, "How do YOU feel about it?! She's clearly an expert cocksucker. Everything I know, I learned from her. Can't she at least suck your cock from time to time? I know she's your mom, but she's a woman with needs too, and she's so very lonely and sexually deprived. And who's going to know, if we keep it between us? Besides, how else am I supposed to learn all these incredible things, unless she shows me?"

Tommy's heart soared. Clearly, all their slow preparation were finally paying off. Awesome! She's practically pleading with ME to allow Mom to suck me more! Sweet!

Leah was extremely pleased to hear Misty's words. But rather than respond to those comments, she just continued to steadily suck her son's cock. Her cheeks caved in repeatedly, due to the power of her suction.

Misty looked down at the blowjob action. "Look, Master! You're still stiff! That's so awesome! Look at how intently she's sucking you! Can't you see the joy on her face? I can. Doesn't that feel great? I'll bet it does. Who cares if she's your mom? She's getting divorced soon anyway. She's become, like, my best friend, and I really want to see her happy. I don't think anything would make her happier than if you let her suck your cock sometimes."

Tommy pretended to be reluctant. "Well... you make some good points..."

Leah pulled her lips off her son's boner and said seriously to Misty, "We have a situation here. He's definitely not going flaccid!"

"Oh! Goody!" Misty exclaimed. "Can I try doing what you just did? I'm so excited from watching you, I'm ready to give the full-on deep throating another try!"

"Certainly!" Leah tilted Tommy's hard-on towards Misty's face, intending to hand it off to her.

But Tommy groaned. "Ugh! Please! I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but just because I'm still erect doesn't mean I'm ready for more deep throating. I'm in a sensitive state."

Leah suggested, "You know, Misty, when you have a master who's as handsome, hugely well-hung, and charming as Tommy is, there are going to be chances when you can share his cock with another girl. Not often, mind you, because there are all kinds of problems that can arise from that. But every now and then, everything will align just right."

Misty's smile widened. "I think this could be one of those times!" She winked at Leah.

Leah beamed with happiness. "It could be. That said, this is a great opportunity for you to practice a dual blowjob, because a good slut should always be ready to share her master's cock with his other conquests. Are you up for that? While his cock-log recovers, we can work on his balls together."

"Definitely!" Misty bent forward a couple of inches and started licking the testicle on "her side." But then she added, "Whatever you say. After all, you're the teacher."

Leah could tell by now that Misty wasn't going to put up any resistance to sharing Tommy, not just today, but into the future. Nothing could have made Leah happier, because her biggest fear was that some remarkable, beautiful girl who was opposed to incest and/or just didn't want to share would steal her son away. In an instant, Leah had become Misty's biggest supporter all the way up to and including marriage, as long as she kept that sharing attitude.

Her heart soaring, she bent forward too and started licking the testicle on "her side."

Tommy was so high on life and lust that he felt he could fly. Even though he was so aroused that he could barely think, the importance of this moment didn't slip past him. After all, this is what he and Leah had been aiming for after many months. He tilted his head up, closed his eyes, and savored the moment.

He had a lot of savoring to do, because his two buxom beauties couldn't merely content themselves with his balls, no matter how overcome he was feeling. Only a minute or so later, they started licking their way up his shaft. Before long, they were intently lapping all around just below his crown, while jointly fondling his balls too.

Misty exclaimed, "This is so cool! Master, to be honest, I've been wanting to share your cock with your mom for a long time. I've even been having some pretty erotic dreams about it lately. Please say you'll let us do this a lot, and not just as a one-thing thing?! Pretty, pretty please?!" She looked up at him with her best adorable look, even as she lapped on his cockhead.

He reached out and ran his hands through Misty's long black hair. "Well... you're such a good slut to me... And I do love my mom... And she is a great cocksucker, I can tell already. How can I say no to you, if you ask me like that?"

"YEAY"! Misty was absolutely thrilled.

He thought with secret amusement, I guess we went a little overboard trying to convince her. She's so keen! We could have done this weeks ago. Oh well. Better safe than sorry.

Sensing that the Rubicon had successfully been crossed, he reached down and fondled a boob from each woman at the same time. He'd been longing to do that for months, pretty much ever since he'd started dating Misty, and now he could.

The two women licked and licked and licked. Sometimes, one or the other would bob on him from the top, as the mood struck them, but it was mostly about sharing the licking joy together.

But all that licking didn't preclude talking, especially since they both needed to take breaks from time to time to rest their tongues and lips. So, after about five minutes, Misty said as she licked up and down her side of Tommy's shaft, "Sharing is fun! I really love this! Especially because it's you I get to share him with."

"Mmmm! Me too! That's sweet. I feel the same." Leah was too intent on her licking to want to talk much. She kept her eyes closed, as she found that helped her concentrate on savoring the joys of cocksucking.

Then, Misty added, as if talking about nothing important, "Teach, you know your way around Tommy's cock pretty well already, don't you?"

Leah's heart started to pound wildly, because this was another pivotal moment. However, she tried to act casual. She "stumbled" with her licking briefly, but quickly got back into her rhythm. "Mmmm-hmmm."

She realized she needed to say more. She didn't want to reveal the full truth, at least not yet, so she came up with a limited version. "Lately, seeing you suck him so very often, it lit a fire inside me. In the past few weeks, when you weren't around, and he got a stiffy, what was I do to?! I decided to help him out a little bit. With, er, my mouth. You're not mad, are you?"

Misty briefly opened her eyes, and made contact with Leah on the other side of his thick cock. She kept right on licking. "No, I'm not mad at all. That's cool. I totally get it. A big cock like this needs a lot of loving, don't you think? I don't know if one woman alone could handle it all. I'm so glad you're there to suck and serve him when I'm not around. Master deserves the best!"

Leah was a bit frightened about Misty suspecting too much, but she made more reassuring eye contact with Misty, despite the towering slab of fuck-meat in between them. Her spirits were soaring, but she still tried to play it cool. "That's probably true," she said as she went back to licking right on Tommy's sweet spot.

Still maintaining eye contact, yet continuing to lick, Misty said, "I know it's true. As his girlfriend, I'm gonna need a lot of help. And who better to help me than you, my teacher? What if we do this kind of thing together all the time from now on?! Every day! I'm sure he won't mind!" She giggled.

Leah was so happy to hear that, she forgot all about playing it cool. She even temporarily forgot about Tommy's stiff cock. "Oh, Misty! THANK YOU!"

She wrapped her arms around the beautiful girl, and gave her a big kiss. Without really thinking about it, she kissed her on the lips with lots of tongue, because that's what she was used to doing with Tommy. Plus, she was simply incredibly excited and horny, thanks to this big sharing breakthrough.

Misty didn't quite know what to do about that. She was used to getting kissed by Leah, but only on the cheek, or a closed-mouth kiss on the lips at most. She didn't think of herself as bisexual, although she couldn't resist getting aroused looking at Leah's remarkable naked body sometimes. However, she also was extremely excited and aroused due to the sharing breakthrough. She was reluctant at first, but found herself kissing back with increasing passion as the kissing went on.

Their big tits also mashed together. They were in such tight quarters that they couldn't avoid that if they tried.

After about a minute of hot necking, Leah pulled back, feeling very embarrassed. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that; I'm just so excited!"

Misty giggled. "That's okay. I didn't mind at all." To prove that, she bent forward and kissed Leah on the lips.

This time, the kiss was even hotter and more emotional than the last one. Both of it were fully into it from the very start, even though they had no idea yet what it meat.

It took about two minutes for that kiss to come to an end.

Leah and Misty stared at each other like lovers, but there was an awkwardness in the air as well.

Misty purred, "Mmmm! That felt nice. But, just so you know, I'm not a lesbian or a bisexual or anything like that."

"I'm not either," Leah said. "Now that it's okay for me to suck his cock with you, I'm going to want to do that aaaaaall the time!"

The two raven-haired beauties shared a laugh. Misty said, "I know what you mean!"

Tommy didn't mind at all that his cock was poking up, untouched and completely ignored for the moment. He remained silent, but he was following the conversation and the kissing quite closely.

With her huge tits still resting against Misty's, Leah went on, "That said, there's nothing wrong if we want to kiss each other like that from time to time, just for fun. Or rub our big tits together, or that sort of thing. Right?"

"Right!" That sounded like great fun to Misty, as long as it was done in the right context.

"After all," Leah said, "Tommy is your master, and if I'm going to help suck his cock on a daily basis, that kind of makes him my master too. If I little kissing or fondling between us helps get his cock stiff and keep it that way, what's more important than that?"

"Nothing! Mmmm! Let's give him a little show right now!" Misty looked up at Tommy and flashed him a naughty smile. "How does that sound, Master? Do you approve?"


"Goody!" Misty giggled with glee. Seeing his cock was untouched, she held it and resumed stroking it.

Leah held up her E-cups with both hands, and started sensually rubbing them against Misty's double-D's.

Misty reluctantly let go of Tommy's boner, because she needed two hands. She cupped her own huge tits from below and began rubbing back against Leah's.

Both of them moaned erotically. They were having fun, even if Tommy wasn't watching. The fact that he was watching doubled their pleasure.

While looking intently into Leah's eyes, Misty asked, "Master, what do you think? Do you enjoy this sort of thing? Would it please you to see us do a lot more of this?"

"Definitely! Can you keep that up and kiss each other too?!"

Without speaking, Leah and Misty's faces drew closer until their lips were touching. Then they shared a third kiss that was even longer and more sensual than the previous two. And all the while, they ably kept their tit-rubbing going.

When that kiss ended, Misty eagerly grasped Tommy's boner. She leaned in and resumed lapping on it, causing the tit-rubbing to come to an end.

Leah leaned back in and resumed licking and stroking it too.

Misty exclaimed, "Good God! This is SO MUCH FUN! Leah, as much as I love serving Master's cock, and you know I love that more than anything, I think it's going to be even MORE fun serving it with you! Let's do this all the time!"

"Okay!" Leah happily agreed.

The two overjoyed beauties laughed with pure delight.

For the next half an hour, Leah and Misty lovingly licked and sucked Tommy's cock together. At first, it was mostly licking, with the occasional bobbing from the top when one or the other of them felt so inspired. But eventually both of them craved more sucking, so they took turns, with one of them doing the bobbing and the other one taking care of his lower shaft and balls.

At one point, during a break, Misty looked up at Tommy and said, "This feels so good! So right! Master, you know, I don't mind if your mom sucks your cock just as much as I do. When we're together, the three of us, I want to do this, like, all the time!" She giggled. "But she lives here and I don't. I hope she keeps your cock throbbing with pleasure in her mouth lots and lots then too!"

He asked carefully, "Really? You won't get jealous?"

"A little, sure," she admitted. "But Master, you're my master! A good slut knows there's nothing more important than loving you and keeping your cock happy. But what can I do when you get erect and I'm not there?! That bugs me a lot. Sometimes, I even have trouble sleeping, thinking about the erections you get that I can't take care of. Knowing that Leah is right down the hall in your house, ready and eager to suck and deep throat you, well, it would give me great peace of mind."

"Wow! Thanks!" Tommy thought, Wow, indeed! It's amazing how indoctrinated she'd become about the whole master thing. Mom really did a great job with her. Sometimes I kind of feel bad. How will Misty ever have a normal relationship, after this? But why should there be an after? She's perfect for me! Especially know that she's so willing to share me with Mom. This is awesome!



Misty was feeling so good, she took a big leap. "You know what, Teach? We could keep sharing his cock under the pretense of you teaching me more stuff, or we can just get everything out in the open. He fucks you a lot, doesn't he?"

For some reason, that didn't frighten Leah. Misty's tone and gaze was very reassuring. "Yep. You could say that." She giggled nervously.

"Good! Don't stop! I kinda figured that, for a couple of months now."

Both Tommy and Leah were gobsmacked to hear that. They both asked at the same time, "You have?!"

Misty giggled. "Yep. Don't worry, you didn't give it away with anything; you were very careful. But there's just a kinda knowing lusty vibe between you two whenever you're together. It's impossible not to know you're both deeply in love, and not just as mother and son."

Tommy asked, "And you don't mind?! You know, I love you very much too."

Misty nodded happily. "I know. And that's why I don't mind. And I love you so much, you're not going to get rid of me easily."

She wanted to kiss his lips, but they were too far away, so she just pulled his erection in closer and kissed it. She liked that so much, that she resumed licking it.

Leah didn't want to be left out, so she resumed licking on her side too.

But Misty wasn't done talking. She said, "In fact, I've been looking forward to getting everything out in the open for a while now. I just didn't know how to do it. I mean, how do you ask a mother and son, 'Are you two doing it? And if not, please do!'" She giggled. "I was just too shy. But I figured if I played along with these lessons, eventually we'd get there. I'm as keen on dual blowjobs as anybody!" She giggled some more.

Leah asked as she licked, "You mean you were just playing along? You didn't really want these lessons? I'm kinda hurt."

"Oh no! I didn't mean that at all! These lessons have been great. Most importantly, they allowed you and me to become best friends."

Misty's and Leah's face were so close to each other on either side of Tommy's cock that they leaned in and playfully rubbed noses. Then they felt that wasn't enough and shared another open-mouthed kiss. It was short, but held a lot of promise for more later.

Misty continued, "But that's not all. I've honestly learned so much that it's not even funny. I'm so far ahead of all my girlfriends now in everything sexual that it amazes me. Especially in terms of attitude. They're so stuck on themselves. It disgusts me. They have no clue about the greater joys and pleasures that come from total submission. Master, looking back, I can see now that you had a lot of patience, putting up with my fumbling attempts and my bad attitude."

"Not at all!" Tommy said gleefully, though not entirely truthfully. She had come a long way. "I haven't exactly suffered. I've been living the high life. And it just keeps getting better and better. I love both of you so much!"

The three of them looked back and forth between each other, sharing a special moment.

Misty's heart was filled with joy. "Leah, Teach, we're his two happy fuck sluts, aren't we?"

"We are!" she exclaimed.

"Let's be the best possible sluts for him we can be!"

The mother and teen shared a fist bump.

Tommy shook his head in wonder. "Man! Today is a good day!"

The two proceeded to jointly suck and lick him until he had a great cum.

In fact, after he climaxed, he pronounced that sex session, "If not the most joy I've ever felt, then it's tied, at least." Of course, much of that was from his euphoria over Misty completely accepting the incest and the sharing.

His orgasm was all the more enjoyable because he was able to shoot his cum all over their faces and chests. They both loved it when he did it to them individually, so this wasn't a big surprise, but still he felt a much bigger thrill seeing their beautiful faces and all those massive tits splattered with his seed.

It helped that they loved being sprayed so much. Soon, they were playing with his cum like some kind of fun food fight. They got a bit carried away smearing each other with cum gobs, and even licking it off each other's fingers.

Leah started to say, "As Tommy's two fuck sluts-"

Misty interrupted. "There aren't any others, are there?"

"Oh, God no! Like I said before, I'm not averse to letting him fuck someone else if ALL the stars align perfectly. But I presume that would just be a once in a blue moon thing, like a special birthday or Christmas gift."

Misty nodded in approval. She got off on the idea of him making the occasional conquest, to reassert his sexual superiority. But she didn't want so much of that that it cut into her intimate time with him. It was different with Leah, since they'd become such close friends, and because they could sexually share him most of the time.

Leah continued, "The way I look at it, Tommy needs someone nice like you as a girlfriend and fuck slut now, and who knows? Maybe as a possible wife someday. You know that, as his mother, I can't possibly be in competition with you for that. But I'll always be there for both of you as a mother, teacher, adviser, and of course - fuck slut!"

They both giggled at that, and closed in for a face-to-face hug.

Misty kissed Leah on the lips, and this time they shared just a little bit of tongue. "I'd like that. No, I'd love that!"

The two of them shared a loving look that suggested they'd be doing more than just kissing each other in the future.

"I'm so lucky. I know a lot of girls my age would be upset at having to share, but Leah, I like you so much, it's almost like a two-for-one deal. I promise that, if I'm ever so lucky as to marry my master, nothing would change as far you as fucking and sucking him. I wouldn't want to limit that in any way."

Leah let out an audible sigh of relief. "Thank you SO MUCH for saying that! That means everything to me!" She made a mental note to redouble her efforts to do everything she could to make sure her son and Tommy stayed together, forever.

Misty looked down at her big rack pressed tightly against Leah's. "Oh my! Would you look at us? Tommy, don't look! I have this uncontrollable urge to rub my spermy tits all against Leah's equally spermy and even bigger ones, and if we do that and you watch, you just might get all horny again!" She winked playfully at him.

Leah gasped in mock horror. "Oh no! We don't want that, do we?"

'Well... yeah, we do!" Misty replied, resulting in another round of laughter from all three of them.

Then Misty and Leah got busy with more sensual tit-rubbing, while also kissing and licking his cum off each other's faces. They were clearly putting on a show for Tommy, and kept stealing glances at him to see how he was enjoying it.

Not surprisingly, he enjoyed it tremendously, and it wasn't long before he was able to stroke his penis back to full size, even though he'd climaxed twice fairly recently.

Leah said to Misty, "I'm so glad you suggested a tit rub, because I was just about to suggest the very thing."

Misty said matter-of-factly as she rubbed her nipples directly against Leah's, "It's what good fuck sluts do. It's like what you said earlier: a fuck slut has to take advantage of the opportunities presented around her. But you know what would be even better? We should try a double titfuck! I'd just love to see the look on your face, Tommy, as you slide your huge cock-log through all that tit-flesh!"

Leah's eyes lit up and she squealed without restraint. "Oh God! Oh God! This is so great! I was JUST about to suggest that very thing. It's like you can read my mind!"

She leaned forward and licked a big cum gob dangling off Misty's nose, as their tits continued to slide around against each other, greatly assisted by all the spermy lubrication.

She added with some chagrin, "Geez! Just listen to me. I sound like some kind of 13-year-old girl about to go to a Justin Timberlake concert or something. I mean, look at me! Who would believe I'm a department head in charge of an entire floor of employees?"

Misty said, "Well, I think it's way hot that you don't let all that success go to your head, and you're still in touch with your inner fuck slut. And I think it's even hotter that YOU'RE FUCKING YOUR SON! Ohmigod! That is just too hot!"

Leah gave up all attempts to maintain decorum. She held both hands with Misty, and they screamed excitedly right into each other's faces.

Tommy had a good laugh at that, but he also kept stroking himself, because it looked really sexy too, especially all the continued tit-mashing.

The three of them retired to the bed. Tommy's two sluts gave him a double titfuck he would remember for a long time. When it ended, he shot another sizable load all over their faces and tits, so they'd have even more cum to play with.

Afterwards, they lounged around with their arms and legs sprawled all over each other. Thanks to all their sex lessons together, Leah and Misty had next to no hang-ups about touching each other when they were naked.

They talked some more, mostly about incest. Tommy asked Misty, "Just to be TOTALLY sure, you REALLY have no problem with that? Or are you just going along with it?'"

Misty replied, "I know, I know, I'm supposed to be all freaked out. But I'm not. I'll admit I was kinda shocked at first, but that was months ago, when I first had some suspicions. I've had a lot of time to get used to the idea. And sure, if it was MY dad or MY mom, then yeah. No way! Yuck! But you two are so happy with each other, there's just no way to disapprove. Oh, by the way, what about Carl?! Does he know?"

A long discussion about Carl followed, and that eventually led to telling the story about how Tommy and Leah first got involved. Since Misty's attitude was so accepting, they decided to finally clear the air and tell her the full truth. That led to the retelling of what happened on that fateful Halloween night. That soon got all three of them so aroused, they got physical again.

Leah declared it was Misty's turn to get fucked, because she'd been such a good sport.

But Misty insisted that she wanted to see a mother-and-son fuck. She meant it, too.

They argued back and forth for a minute, until Tommy cut in and said, "Okay, you two are my fuck sluts, and I'm taking charge. Lie down face to face, because I'm gonna fuck you both at the same time!"

That led to lots more happy squealing. And sure enough, he thrust in and out of one pussy for a few strokes and then did the same to the other pussy, and back and forth until all three of them came at the same time.

After that, they fucked another hour and then some, until they were all completely exhausted and covered in sweat and cum. Plus, Carl was expected to be home soon. About the only thing they didn't do was any direct lesbian sex between Misty and Leah, but they shared increasingly passionate kisses that left little doubt they'd be doing that eventually. Today though, the focus was on things the three of them could all do together.

When they were all sexually worn out, Misty rested in the middle of the bed, with her head resting on Leah's tummy and her feet up on Tommy's torso. Her toes on one foot idly tickled his flaccid penis.

She sighed happily. "That was the BEST sex. Ever! No doubt. I feel like some girl playing on the high school softball team who gets spotted by a talent scout, and then next thing she knows, she's playing in the big leagues! Master, you know I totally love getting fucked by you, and I still do. Nothing in the world beats being completely filled by your fucking cock-log. But three is soooo much better than two!"

Leah said as she caressed Misty's long black hair, "I completely agree. I have to admit, I started out wanting to share him mostly for selfish reasons. With the age gap and the incest thing, it's impossible for me to marry him. I figured it was better to get half a loaf than risk getting no loaf at all."

"And what a loaf it is!" Misty joked, as she ran the underside of her big toe up and down his flaccidness.

"Indeed." Leah grinned. "Anyway, that was back before he started dating you. I like you so much that I've gone from being reluctant to adoring the sharing. Because it's with you!"

"Awww!" Misty and Leah held hands.

Leah continued, "I have to agree that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. I'm sure that's not always the case, or even usually the case, but we all fit together so perfectly that it just feels right!"

Tommy said, "I couldn't agree more. I say we should do this sort of thing together tomorrow."

Misty exclaimed, "And the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that!"

In fact, that's exactly what they did. The "sex lessons" per se came to an end, since they were no-holds-barred threesomes instead of lessons now. But Leah continued to teach Misty all the sexual knowledge she had. She increasingly thought of Misty as family, as part of a team, so she didn't hold back.


Tommy's life got even better than that. Misty never told anyone else about their incest secret, and her relationship with both Tommy and Leah grew much stronger, as deeper bonds were forged between them thanks to lots and lots of sex.

Leah hadn't known how she felt about lesbian sex, and Misty had also been uncertain. Neither of them had been intimate with another woman before. But before long, she and Misty were going at it like old pros.

Misty never told anyone at school that she was part of a torrid bisexual threesome relationship. As far as anyone knew, Tommy had simply stopped playing the field and settled on her, the one girl he loved. Misty's happy and dreamy look whenever anyone asked her how things were going was enough to tell anyone who knew anything that she was getting seriously laid by him on a regular basis, and loving it.

Another month passed. It had been seven months since the Halloween party. In a couple of months, Misty would graduate from high school, while Tommy still had two more years to go. But by this time, she loved him and Leah so much that she made plans to go to college in town instead of far away so they could continue to stay together.

One day, Leah was talking to Tommy in a rare moment when they were lying on his bed, but just talking and even fully clothed. She said, "I really like Misty. I think she could be the one."

"What do you mean?"

"The one you should marry."

"You keep hinting at that. I do love her a lot, but I'm still only 16, for crying out loud! And she's only 18. That's not even on our radar screens."

"I know. I don't mean right now. Maybe when you're 18, or later. It's up to you, Mr. Hot Cock. But you should lock her up as your permanent special girlfriend now. Actually, more like 'girl-slut,' since she's so much more than a mere girlfriend. Don't let her get away. It's never too early to get secretly engaged."

"Wow, Mom, that's a pretty intense step to even consider, given my age."

"I know. But just think about it. I know she's not super brainy, and she's not in the school's gifted track like you are, but she has many remarkable qualities. I suppose it's possible that you can find someone else who's gorgeous, busty, bisexual, kind, totally in love with you, submissive, willing to permanently share you, and even open-minded about the incest, but don't exactly hold your breath. She's special. And in a couple of years, she'll finish growing into her body and she'll be just as voluptuous and curvy as I am. So you'll have two remarkable horny fuck sluts to take care of your big cock, usually together, for decades to come."

He mulled that over. He smiled from ear to ear. "That sounds pretty good."

She teased, "Can I get a 'hell yeah?'"

"Hell yeah!"

She pointed out, "At the very least, you should have some kind of ceremony where she pledges herself to you in a more formal way. You can collar her and claim her as your personal property, with the expectation of marriage in the distant future, since the pledge is for life."

"Wow! You really think she'd go for that?!"

"I think she's ready. It's what she longs for. Can't you see how she's madly in love with you? You are 'Master' in her mind, and she wants to formally be enslaved by you. She's been dropping hints about collars lately, if you haven't noticed."

"I have actually. Wow! I'll have to think about that."

"Take your time. There's no rush."

Then he grew serious, and asked shyly, "But what if I want to marry you?"

Leah had to pause to catch her breath as her heart went all pitter-patter. To cover her true feelings, she gushed, "Awww! That's so sweet. I love that you'd ask me that. If you haven't guessed already, I fantasize about that all the time. You know that I'm head over heels in love with you too. You'll always be the one true love of my life, even though I'm growing to love Misty more as well."

She continued, sadly, "But I'll always be your mother, so your idea is illegal, for starters. Besides, we've got our extended family. Can you just imagine how your grandparents would freak out? Or your cousins? I've thought about that a lot, and there are just too many reasons why that isn't a good idea. But don't worry, I'll be more than happy to be your de facto second wife."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I've given this a lot of thought. I'm also always going to be 18 years older than you. You need someone your own age. Eventually, somewhere way down the road, our relationship will become less sexual. I hope we'll remain soul mates, but you'll still need someone to take care of your big cock many times a day. Misty is perfect for that. She's a cock-loving slut just like me, but she's totally loyal to you too. I tell you, she's a keeper!"

He sighed happily. "You're right about that. I'd love to play the field some more. You know I have a way with women. There are soooo many gorgeous ladies out there I'd love to fuck. But I don't want to lose Misty, or what the three of us have. If only I found her a couple of years later, after I got to sow my wild oats some more. That would be ideal."

Leah said, "Brace yourself, but I've been talking about this kind of thing in private with her. And I can tell you that if you asked her tomorrow to marry you, not just as a wife, but as a slave-wife, she'd say yes."

He sat up in surprise. "Really?! Are you serious, even about the slave-wife part?!"

"Dead serious. Of course, she thinks it's way too early too, but she'd rather do that than lose you, if it came to that. But she and I are looking to the future with the assumption that our threesome will have no end. Just the other day, she hinted to me pretty strongly that she'd like to move in with us as soon as the Carl situation gets resolved. She's kind of afraid to bring it up with you though. She fears you think it'll be too much too soon."

"No way! That would be great! God, Dad gone, and living with you two? Getting to wake up with you on one side of me and her on the other? Hell yeah! I'm all over that. True, I'd have to give up fucking my way through the rest of the prettiest girls in school, but-"

She interrupted. "She and I have been talking about that too. You know that neither she nor I have any interest in any other men. As she told me the other day, 'Once you have the best, why bother with the rest?' And I wholeheartedly agree. But we also recognize that men and women are wired differently. Guys have some kind of biological need to 'spread their seed.' You know that she's agreed with me that you get to fuck whomever you want."

"Yeah, but I'm assuming I'd give that up if I'm making a commitment like marriage. Besides, I've had that power in theory, but I never use it. Why have sex with anyone else when you two are so awesome?! Even the thrill of the new can't compete with you two working as one."

"Thank you for saying that. But what about if there's a 'perfect storm' where we could invite another woman to your bed WITH us? Turning a threesome into a foursome. Assuming all the complications and dangers could be worked out, I'd be willing to do that. Maybe just every now and then, as a special thing. Misty agrees. She figures that's the best way to keep your urge to wander in check. Besides, now that she or I have so much fun playing with each other and not just you, we might just have a lot of fun with your 'special guests' too." She winked.

He pondered that a while, and concluded, "Hmmm. That's such a good deal, there's just no way I can turn that down."

And so Tommy and Leah agreed to the general outlines of how their future would go. Tommy redoubled his efforts to deepen his relationship with Misty, and increasingly saw her as his wife-to-be.


The physical similarities between Misty and Leah were obvious, despite their different faces. After Misty became a part of a closely-knit threesome, she worked directly to coordinate her appearance with Leah to better fool Carl. Misty and Leah spent so much time together, whether with or without Tommy, that they even began to sound alike.

They proudly called themselves Tommy's "fuck sluts," but Misty also went by "girl slut" and Leah went by "mom slut." As Leah semi-jokingly pointed out once, "The main thing is the slut part. Never forget that neither of us can't get enough of you and your cock-log!"

The three of them were like three peas in a pod, always together. But one night, this created a new crisis. Leah was riding Tommy's cock as usual while he was sitting in his father's big leather armchair in the living room. They were both completely naked, and fucking with speed and intensity. The chair was tilted way back, allowing him to be hunched over and sucking on her big tits as they bounced up and down in time to their fucking rhythm.

Misty was right there with them, looking just like Leah's nude twin except for their faces. Her tits had even grown some more in recent months, to the point that they were just a little bit smaller than Leah's. She'd been royally fucked by Tommy a short time before. Normally, the three of them would have been entwined together, but with the nearly violent way Tommy and Leah were bouncing up and down, Misty had to make do with watching and playing with herself for a while until she got her turn to play with Tommy's cock some more.

Leah had been spouting her usual lewd and sexy talk. She'd been growling about how much better a fucker Tommy was than her husband, how much bigger his cock was, how proud she was to be his fuck slut, how happy she was he'd given her a girl slut they could play with, and so on.

Then they heard the door open. It could only be Carl, but Carl wasn't supposed to be home for hours! They froze and looking at each other, knowing there wasn't enough time to get their clothes on or even flee the room. Carl was walking their way, and he would be able to see them in a matter of seconds.

Without even thinking about it, Misty dropped to the ground like she was trying to dodge a sniper's bullet. She flattened her naked, busty body against the base of a nearby sofa. She wasn't even sure if the angle was right to remain hidden from Carl's gaze, but she hoped the room was dark enough that he might just think she was part of the sofa if she stayed perfectly still.

Tommy also acted fast. He pushed Leah off his lap and pushed at her shoulders so she dropped to all fours between his knees. Then, he quietly hissed "Blow me!" and pulled her mouth down over his throbbing pole.

She was terribly frightened, but she immediately started to suck and bob. She'd come to love sucking his cock so much that blowing him actually relaxed her somewhat, despite the scary situation.

As he heard the sound of Carl quietly walking closer, he arranged her long hair so it would fall over her face. Then he cupped her huge tits with both hands. They were dangling enticingly since she was on all fours, and he figured, What the hell, I might as well enjoy myself!

Carl was under the impression that his arrival had gone unnoticed since he saw Tommy and "Misty" had made no effort to stop their sex act. He was fascinated and aroused. It wasn't every day one got a chance to watch a beautiful naked woman suck the cock of a boy from only about twenty feet away. He couldn't see much, but he could see the silhouette of "Misty's" tight, round, bare ass thrust up high.

Leah simply didn't know how to give a bad blowjob, and she was licking and sucking with her usual passion. In fact, she was even putting a little extra into it, because the more she focused on pleasuring her son's cock, the less she had to think about the danger of getting caught. As a result, her entire body started swaying back and forth as she made increasingly deep passes up and down Tommy's cock.

There also was the fact that Leah was cheating on Carl, while Carl was watching! That was an usual and highly arousing twist.

Carl popped a boner, thanks to watching a remarkable, bare bubble butt swaying in time to an obvious cocksucking rhythm. That was all he could see well, but he could imagine the rest.

Tommy had his head tilted back, and pretended to be lost in sexual ecstasy. (It wasn't all pretending, but he was too frightened to relax and fully enjoy her bobbing and tongue lashing as much as usual.) He moaned, and repeatedly muttered, "Misty! Oh Misty!" He said that just loud enough and often enough to make sure Carl heard her name.

For five minutes or more, Carl just stood there with a raging hard-on, watching his son get blown. Carl could tell that was a better blowjob than Leah or Joanie had ever given him. He found himself sexually longing for Leah for the first time in months, since "Misty's" curves and especially her ass reminded him of Leah's so much. Of course, he had no clue he actually was staring at his wife sucking on his son's thick and long erection!

Leah couldn't look up, and she had no idea what was going on with Carl. So much time had passed that she doubted Carl was still there. But since Tommy hadn't given her any indication otherwise, and even put a hand on her head to make sure she kept her bobbing going, she decided to just remain totally focused on her cocksucking duties and kept at that until she got some signal from him to stop.

And suck she did! There literally hadn't been a single day since the Halloween party where she hadn't blown her son's fat cock at least once. It was a proud tradition for her to wake him each and every morning with a blowjob lasting a good ten to twenty minutes, before they moved to the shower to suck or maybe fuck some more. And that usually was just the first of several times over the course of the day she would feel her son's thick cock sliding down her throat.

It was tough for her to maintain her "separate lives," when sex with her son was always the top priority in her heart. Sometimes during the course of her work day, she would find herself in the middle of a boring conversation or project and the saliva would build up in her mouth as her thoughts drifted off to sucking her son's long boner.

Now that Misty had come onto the scene, there was even more cocksucking than before, not less, because dual cocksucking was something they both loved, and it was a way they could enjoy him at the same time. They'd spent many hours in what they'd dubbed a 669 - Misty and Leah would lick his dick together while he licked one of their pussies.

Needless to say, Leah had gotten damn good at blowjobs. She was a vivid dreamer, and often she would think up new moves in her dreams and then try them out on Tommy just as soon as she woke. Even now, with the danger of Carl lurking nearby, she got so lost in her lust for her son's fat fuck-stick that she turned her head this way and that to make devastating corkscrew moves, forgetting the danger of exposing her face. Luckily, it was very dark and her hair continued to cover her.

Carl was mesmerized, watching the mass of long black hair bobbing up and down, over and over and over. Seeing the outlines of her sexy long legs and her swaying butt was even better. He wished he could turn the light on to see more of "Misty's" bombshell body. As he stood there, he was reminded of when he was just married and Leah would give him blowjobs kind of like that (though obviously not as prolonged or intense). In fact, the scene was so similar that it was startling to him.

He was proud that his son was able to snag such a beautiful and obviously very sexually talented girlfriend. He was also impressed with Tommy's stamina in the face of such an ardent tongue lashing, not realizing that Tommy was so used to being blown like this that he wasn't even in danger of blowing his load.

Finally, Carl decided he'd seen enough. He desperately needed to go upstairs and masturbate to relieve his sexual tension. But to do that, he needed to "officially" come home. He snuck back out the way he'd come in.

The real Misty had remained frozen in position on the floor, frightened out of her mind, and trying to act like a sofa.

Tommy had remained tense, not fully giving in to luxuriating in the great blowjob, because he'd been keeping an eye on Carl. Suddenly, Tommy hissed, "He's gone! But only for a second! Leah, run and hide! And Misty, take her place!"

Leah got up and bolted to the closest room, which happened to be a bathroom. She crouched as she ran naked through the house to lower the odds of being seen.

She made it just in time too, because Carl merely walked out the door he'd come in, turned around after a moment, and then loudly banged it open.

But Tommy pretended he was so lost in the blowjob that he didn't hear even that loud noise.

Misty had started sucking him, and she was channeling the energy of her fear and excitement into doing a particularly excellent job. She'd spent months in her sex lessons with Leah learning how to deep throat and then perfecting that technique, to the point that she was nearly as good as Leah in doing it. That's what she was doing at the moment.

Tommy had made sure that she'd gotten on all fours instead of kneeling before him as she usually did. Her body was thinner and less curvy than Leah's, but not by much, so her swaying bare ass looked just like Leah's swaying bare ass.

Carl clomped and banged his way closer to the blowjob, but still Tommy pretended not to hear. Finally, Carl turned the light on and spoke loudly. "Tommy! What are you doing in the living room?! Can't you do that somewhere else?"

Tommy acted surprised, but he kept on kneading the dangling tits he'd grabbed. "Oh! Hey, Dad! Sorry! You're not supposed to be home for hours." He only looked up briefly, as if Carl being there wasn't worth his full attention.

"I know, but I had to... Hey, could you at least get her to stop that while I'm talking to you?"

Misty continued to bob up and down with long passes down to the root of his cock. She was having fun now, since she at least was who she was supposed to be. She even kept her ass swaying on all fours, despite the fact that the light had exposed her entire naked body to Carl's eyes.

Tommy ignored Carl's suggestion, and in fact seemed too distracted by Misty's relentless bobbing to even reply. But then he looked up again and asked, "Sorry, Dad, but could you walk out again, stay out there for a minute or two, and then come back? We'll be so long gone by then, you'll never know we were even here."

Carl sighed. "Okay, fine. But in the future, do that kind of thing in your own damn room! Please!" Now that the light was on, he stared for a couple of seconds at Misty's perfect ass, and Tommy's hands kneading her heavy, dangling tits. He really wished her hair was out of the way so he could see what her lips were doing to his son's boner. He also wished he could walk to the other side of the room so he could check out Misty's pussy, but he couldn't figure out how to do that without looking like a pervert. He'd already lingered too long, so he was forced to walk out.

As soon as Carl left again, Misty stopped her powerful suction and looked up at Tommy's face. She quietly purred, "You're soooo bad!"

"Hey, did I say you could stop? ... Just kidding. Come on, let's go before he gets another good look at your ass. You're mine and I won't share you with anyone, not even just to look at your private parts."

"Just how I like it, Master," she cooed happily.

He took her hand and they briskly went up the stairs.

A minute later, Carl stomped up the stairs, more determined than ever to jack off. He knew he'd have to tell Joanie about this incident, since he was so under her thumb that he couldn't conceive of lying to her. She'd make him pay with a very painful spanking or spankings, because she was so jealous. But in this case he felt it would be worth it.

A minute later, Tommy, Leah, and Misty were safely standing in Tommy's locked room, all of them still totally nude.

Misty exclaimed, wide eyed, "That was so scary!"

Leah said, "Yeah, but an arousing kind of scary! I'm so horny, I could die!"

"What's new about that part?" Misty joked.

Leah growled unhappily, "Ha ha."

Leah and Misty both cuddled their naked bodies against Tommy's. Their hands ran up his chest.

Leah said, "Son, you played that so well! Again, you proved that your father's not half the man you are. I love how you forced Misty and me to take turns sucking you off for so long, despite the danger!"

"God, yes! I'm so hot from that, I'm gonna burst into flames!" Misty was the first to grasp his still stiff erection. As she pressed her hefty tits into his chest and started to stroke his hard-on, she said, "I'll bet this big guy is pretty close to exploding."

Leah also moved in closer, pressing her even bigger tits into him as she also grasped his cock. As her hand tried to find some unoccupied inches to fondle and stroke, she said, "Misty, as Tommy's personal big-titted fuck sluts, I think it's up to us to reward our man for handling that so masterfully." (She still wasn't willing to directly call him "Master," although she had no doubt that was what he was. However, she tolerated it when Misty called him that, which she did all the time.)

Misty joked as she stroked, "Yeah! In fact, as his busty double fuck slut team, it's our duty! We can do that by handling our master masterfully, if you know what I mean, until he rewards US with another creamy load!"

"Nice!" Leah said, pleased with Misty's wordplay. "But I call 'tie.'"

This was the system they'd worked out to avoid fights. Leah was just as competitive as ever, only now she didn't worry about being outdone by Tommy's "cheerleader sluts," she worried about being outdone by Misty. Since she and Misty had become the best of friends and she was still Misty's sexual mentor, the competition was a friendly one, but it was still there.

Often, in fact multiple times a day, Leah and Misty wanted Tommy's cock at the same time. To avoid hard feelings, either one could call "tie" and then they'd have to share him together in a dual blowjob, dual titfuck, or a "fuck sandwich."

So, the two of them slid down his body as one until they were kneeling side by side. Both of their mouths were especially hungry for cock since their blowjobs had been interrupted by Carl, so they didn't even have to discuss how they'd share. As they usually did several times a day, Leah took "her side" of Tommy's cock, and Misty took "her side" too.

Tommy closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he reveled in their tantalizing tongue work, dancing up and down his shaft.

His "fuck sluts" were getting exceptionally good at sharing. They didn't just lap willy nilly on their sides. They kept a close eye on what the other one was doing, and often imitated that, or did something quite contrary to it. It almost seemed like a carefully choreographed ballet, the way they worked as one.

Competition did not equate to selfishness. They generally kept to "their" sides, if only to avoid head butting, but each graciously allowed the other free reign.

For instance, Leah suddenly felt like sucking one of his balls into her mouth.

Doing that temporarily freed up his entire erection, so Misty suddenly swallowed his cockhead and then kept on diving down and down and down. She'd learned her deep throating lessons well, and she managed to swallow every last inch, as she usually did.

Inspired by that, Leah succeeded in stuffing both of his balls into her mouth at the same time, despite the fact that they were just as proportionally oversized as his cock was. It was a struggle, but it was also a kick to do, because it meant that at least for a few wonderful seconds, every last bit of his cock and balls were either in Leah's mouth or Misty's. Their lips actually touched.

Then Misty bobbed up in and down on his shaft with long passes, her tongue flitting and tickling everywhere as his thick pole slid by it inside her mouth like a slowly moving train. When she finally ran out of air, she and Leah switched positions.

One thing Leah still trumped Misty at was at deep throating. She'd discovered that some exceptionally fit and talented human beings could hold their breaths underwater for up to dozens minutes at a time. She wasn't nearly that good, but she'd learned to regularly deep throat Tommy for up to three minutes before finally having to pull off. That gave her the edge over Misty, who could "only" last a bit over two minutes each time.

All this constant incredible cock stimulation had slowly increased Tommy's stamina, but even he could only take so much. After they finished taking turns deep throating a couple of times and they just went all out with two tongues madly licking his sweet spot, he finally lost it.

As per usual when they were "tied" in this situation, they pulled back so he could paint both their faces and/or their tits. And, as usual, he did his best to fire roughly equal amounts of cum on both of them so he wouldn't be seen as playing favorites.

Then, in keeping with their personal tradition, Leah and Misty licked his penis and balls completely clean first, and then licked each other clean of all his cum. That often led to a full-blown lesbian session while Tommy recharged, but not tonight.

Tommy had fallen back to his bed and rested on it. His women went to him as soon as they'd finished cleaning each other while also sometimes snowballing his cum back and forth in a series of hot kisses.

Leah clung to his left leg, while Misty clung to his right.

Leah looked up at him. "So, you having a good day yet, kiddo? You're doing pretty well for a mere 16-year old, I'd say!"

He laughed. "Yeah, I think so, Hot Stuff. Although I think I've gotta redefine what a good day is. This is an ordinary day for me now. Every day is this good, and miles and miles better than the best day in my old life."

Leah said, "Before you start waxing philosophically, I think it's time you give us both a good fucking! Misty, I have a special request. I'd really like to go first this time if you don't mind, 'cos I'm so horny from my son cuckolding my cheating bastard of a husband that I can't take it!"

Misty laughed. "Sure. Go ahead." She looked up at her boyfriend. "Just save something for me, okay?"

He nodded. That was an easy request.

The three of them celebrated with an hour of quiet but wild fucking. They could make enough noise for Tommy to be nailing one woman hard, but his two women couldn't talk or cry out at the same time. His women had grown used to having to take turns crying out. He'd put on some loud background music, as usual, but one still had to be careful, if Carl was home.

Finally, Leah had to sneak out of the house so she could pretend to come home as a supposedly faithful wife. She'd been making more and more excuses to stay away from her husband, but the later it got at night, the harder it was to justify not being with him in bed. That was about the only semi-intimate thing they did with each other anymore, sleeping in the same bed naked, but hardly ever touching.

Misty also had to go home, since it was a school night. But she pretty much lived with Tommy on the weekends, even regularly sleeping with him all night both nights.

Leah was terribly jealous at that, since she never got to sleep with her son all night, unless Carl went out of town overnight for business. That was one of the things making her increasingly antsy to get her divorce over with.

Sometimes, Leah woke up in the middle of the night, and if Carl was deep asleep, she'd sneak out of the room for a "midnight snack." But instead of heading downstairs to the kitchen, she'd go into Tommy's room and start sucking on his cock. Inevitably, he would stir, and she'd give him a quick blowjob. Or, if Misty was there too, his two women would suck him off until he came. But sneaking off like that was extra dangerous, and she only did it when she couldn't handle her jealousy at sleeping away from her son any longer.


The next afternoon, the three of them were in Tommy's room again for what had become their regular after school threesome fucking session. As usual, they were completely naked.

After they'd each climaxed at least a couple of times and they were feeling lazy and tired, Leah sat up in the bed. She cleared her throat. "I've got something important to say, so please listen up. Last night's close call with Carl was too close. As you know, I've gone back and forth on letting Carl catch us or not. Sometimes I've been soooo tempted. I've practically willed him to stand up or turn around to see me doing something naughty with my son, but he never did. Maybe it was fate, but my anger and desire for revenge has kind of cooled lately, and I think it's for the best that he never finds out. Most importantly, if he ever did find out, he could REALLY make life difficult with the divorce proceedings, and beyond. We might even have to move away and start again with new names. It's just not worth it."

Tommy said, "I agree. My anger has cooled too. Lately, I mostly just have pity on him. I still think he's the world's biggest idiot. Joanie? Please! I still don't get that. Why does he let her treat him like shit? I used to think he was so cool, but now I'm just embarrassed that he's my father. And I use that word loosely - he stopped acting like my father years ago."

Misty added, "You know what I think. I keep saying we should do this kind of thing at my house where we don't have to worry. You know my parents know everything, and they've made their peace with it."

That was true. Misty's parents were surprisingly understanding, especially considering that Tommy was still only sixteen years old, two years younger than Misty. At least his birthday was coming up soon.

Leah smiled wickedly. "If there's no chance of getting caught, what's the fun of that? But seriously, I think it's time to end this charade. Now that we're pretty much fucking in threesomes every day, our 'identical twin' trick isn't gonna help much if he stumbles on us out of the blue. We got lucky last night. It's just a matter of time before he finds out, if we go on like this."

Tommy nodded solemnly. "Agreed."

Leah continued, "I'm going to give him the divorce papers and let him know about the evidence we've collected, so he'll just go away forever. I've got them all ready to go, so no more waiting."

She went on, "I don't know why, I guess I'm just a softy at heart, but I'm going to give him one last gift. Carl and Joanie are meant for each other, but Joanie still stubbornly clings to her sham of a marriage. We know from the wiretaps that she'd go with Carl if her marriage hit the rocks, although she'd led Carl to believe otherwise. So we'll give some of the evidence to Joanie's husband. Then the two cheaters will run off together and she can happily whip him forever after and keep his cock in a cage or whatever it is they like to do."

Tommy said, "I have mixed feelings about that, but I guess he is still my dad." He pondered the issue some more, and concluded, "We should cut him some slack. If nothing else, I still feel bad that we cheated on him and disrespected him one night BEFORE we had solid evidence he was cheating on you."

Leah looked down sadly. "Yeah. I keep thinking about that. I feel bad too."

Tommy concluded, "So it's agreed. Just as long as he has to leave the state and never come back. That way we can live our incestuous threesome lifestyle more freely without him finding out."

Misty clapped her hands excitedly upon hearing that. "I can't wait! Leah, can you just imagine, the two of us sleeping with our master, each and every night?! We'll be able to wake him with a double blowjob every single morning!"

"I know!" Leah agreed. "And that's just for starters! I can't WAIT to try and sleep with a fat fucking cock-log stuffing my cunt all night long. No more getting out of bed in the middle of the night to get my heaping helping of MAN-FLESH!"

She lasciviously licked her lips hungrily before turning serious again. "But there's more I have to say before we get hopelessly horny thinking and talking about that."

She paused, and took a deep breath. "Hold on to your hats, kids. I have a much more important reason why we need to start the divorce proceedings immediately."

She looked down, afraid to meet their eyes. "I didn't mean for it to happen... But no birth control method is 100% effective. ... What I'm trying to say is... I'm..." She looked up and stared into her son's eyes. "I'm pregnant!"

That statement hung in the air for what seemed like years. One could hear a pin drop.

Tommy felt like his heart had stopped beating entirely.

But he suddenly threw his arms around his mother's nude body and squeezed her tightly, even though he'd painted her tits (and Misty's) with cum just a few minutes earlier. "MOM! MOM! That is so GREAT!"

She exhaled with great relief. "You're not mad?"

"Mad? No! Shocked? Yes! Stunned, yes! But I'm psyched! This is epic!"

She smiled from ear to ear. "As epic as my usual blowjobs?"

"Even MORE epic, if you can believe it!"

Now, Leah's face positively beamed with joy as they all laughed at that.

Misty was also smiling so much she thought her face would split into two. Even though she wasn't sure how it would be received, she eagerly joined in the naked hug, and squeezed them both tightly.

Even as he kept squeezing Leah with all his might, he looked at Misty's face from inches away, and asked, "You're okay with this, right? The three of us can raise the baby together!"

"Of course!" Misty replied. "I'm so psyched, I think I'm gonna burst!" She bounced up and down as she hugged. But she added to Tommy a bit more soberly, "But you and I are still going to get married, right? Master and slave-wife?"

"Definitely! In fact, HELL YEAH!"

Leah laughed with joy as she heard that, and said to Misty, "Think about it! As often as he fucks us, even if we use several layers of protection, we'll probably both pop out a dozen babies by the time we're all said and done!"

Misty liked that idea, and gave Leah a high-five. They even did a "tit bump" - their own little celebratory tradition of bumping and then rubbing their big racks together.

Tommy rubbed Leah's bare tummy, although there obviously was no bulge there yet. But he was already looking forward to the day he could rub it when it was bigger than a basketball.

"Mom, I hope you don't take this the wrong way or anything, but... um..."


He continued rubbing her belly excitedly. "I am SO going to be fucking your knocked up CUNT every single day until my fuck slut is ready give birth!"

Leah held his hand against her belly and then slid his fingers lower down onto her pussy mound. "I'm going to hold you to that promise..." she breathed, excitedly.

Staggered by the intensity of her gaze, he asked her, "So, um... like, how did it happen exactly?"

She smirked. "I believe you sticking your big fat cock-log in my cunt, like you do every day, might have something to do with it." She chuckled. "And you plowed me deep and hard in my cunt, knowing I was nothing more that your helpless fuck slut who lives to get fucked by you, like you do every day. Then you shot a big spermy load practically straight into my womb, like you do every day. And by the way, don't you dare ever stop!"

She winked at him. "Naturally, you didn't wear a condom, since you never have with me. And if I have any say in the matter" - she paused and looked at him intently right in the eye - "and you never will!"

"Ditto with me!" Misty happily added.

Leah continued, "That's sweet, Misty. You're a good fuck slut. But even with all the protection I had, given the number of times he deposited his loads in my cunt, even very small odds add up over time. So know that getting fucked bareback carries risks."

"I don't care!" Misty said defiantly. "It's like you always tell me: our master deserves only the best cunts to fuck, and bareback is the only way I want it! Besides, getting fucked will be even better now, knowing that THIS time MIGHT be time he drills his baby into me, even though I'm using protection."

As Leah nodded in happy agreement to all of that, Misty frowned. "But what about... birth defects? I mean, he really is your son!"

Leah shrugged. "Don't worry. I've looked into it. There's only a slightly elevated chance of a problem. In truth, there are many more important factors, especially age, and I'm still young. There'd be a much greater risk if I waited a few more years, like a lot of women my age do."

That mollified Misty's worries, and she shouted, "Okay then! Let's celebrate!"

Tommy was all smiles as he asked, "How?" He knew the answer already.

Misty placed a finger on her chin and pretended indecision. "I don't know... Maybe we should..." - her deadpan face exploded into a joyous rapture - "FUCK!"

Leah laughed. "Why, future-wife-slave, I do think that's a most excellent suggestion! We'll fuck the rest of the afternoon away until we sluts can't walk, and then we'll fuck all evening until his cock is ready to fall off! Then tomorrow, I'll hit Carl with his walking papers!"

"Oh and by the way, Son, I'll have you know that I'm still not giving up my ambition of taking your fat fucking cock-log all the way up my ass at least once. I don't know if it'll happen before or after your baby is born, but I will get that cock-log of yours into my ass, and that's a promise."

Misty was inspired by Leah's determination to have anal sex with Tommy. But having seen Leah in action in all their sex lessons, she didn't doubt that Leah would achieve her desire, someday. She said, "Again, ditto with me! You know I'm kinda scared to take you back there, but if she can do it, I can too!"

Tommy though, was still focused on the paternity issue with the baby. He worriedly asked, "Wait a minute. Is Carl going to be listed as the father?"

"Are you kidding me? Son, the last time he and I had sex was over a month before the Halloween party! If he was it, I'd be giving birth by now!"

That got them all thinking.

Tommy sighed. "Oh yeah. Unfortunately, we'll probably have to put 'unknown' or else we'd be asking for all kinds of trouble."

Leah though, was confident. "Carl won't know I'm pregnant until after the divorce goes through, and we can fudge the conception date a little bit so it happened just AFTER he got the divorce papers. In fact, if we do this right and he moves far away, he'll probably never know at all."

Tommy nodded, and then said, "I just have one request."

"What?" Leah asked, excited that her plan was being approved by her two lovers.

"Tomorrow, I want you to wear the black dress you wore at the Halloween party. You know how special and symbolic that dress is to me. Then, both before AND after you serve him his divorce papers, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you until you pass out!"

Leah joked, "I'm all over that, like a fuck slut mouth on Tommy cock!"

He smiled widely and shouted, "Can I get a 'Hell yeah?'"

The three of them shouted in unison, "HELL YEAH!"

So it was agreed, and the three of them began the next phase of their extremely happy, entwined, and fortunate lives.


NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of Wayac, IBT, ProxyAccount, and JA8473, and the reformatting of Sam.I.am.

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