Chapter 1
Hi there, my name is Paul. I turned 15 recently and got a surprise gift from my father of a woman to take my virginity. My dad’s name is Bill and he has a mobile car washing and detailing service. A few months back, my dad got a new account of a really rich guy who has a bunch of cars and wanted my dad to come to his house every two weeks to clean his cars. My dad had told me that the guy just got two new cars; a Ferrari and a Lamborghini and asked me if I wanted to go with him to see the cars while he detailed them. It was my birthday weekend and I was a little ticked off that my dad was going to work instead of hanging with me, but I agreed to go. I didn’t really have much else going on and I didn’t know when else I’d have a chance to sit in a Ferrari or a Lamborghini so I went with him. Little did I know, the cars weren’t really the reason my dad took me with him that day.
My dad’s customer, Mr. Sullivan, wrote about my adventure at their house in chapter 21 of his story called “Money Can Buy Happiness” posted on this site. He told the story from their point of view and here I’ll tell it as I saw it and then explain what developed after that day.
Anyway, we got to this huge house that was surrounded by a wrought iron fence and electric gates. My dad buzzed the house and the gates opened for my dad to drive his truck up the right side of the house to another building next to the house. My dad explained that this building was a secondary garage where Mr. Sullivan is starting his car collection. That’s in addition to his regular three-car garage that’s attached to the house with his everyday cars.
As we drove up to the building, a garage door started to go up. My dad explained that that particular part of the garage was for maintenance on the cars and is where he details them. He has to wait for someone from the house to bring him the keys to the cars to be detailed that day and let him know which ones to do. He already knew he was to do the two new cars Mr. Sullivan had just purchased at an auction. My dad thought the cars would already be pretty clean from the auction but might have gotten a bit dirty during the transport.
We no sooner get out of the truck and this beautiful Latina girl comes walking up wearing a shear cover-up which did little to cover the baby doll night gown underneath. She was beautiful. She didn’t look a whole lot older than me. My dad introduced me to her and told me her name is Maria. Maria gave him the keys and told him she’d open the other garage so that he could get to the cars. I was standing there staring at her and seeing most of her naked body under the clothes. They did little to hide her body. I could clearly see her nipples on some small, but perfect, tits and could just barely make out her pussy slit. I couldn’t believe she was walking around almost naked.
She turned to leave and I couldn’t look away from her perfect ass as she walked away. Her legs are long and slim and she was wearing sandals with a cork heel probably two inches high. Those heels made her calf muscles look incredible. My dad finally brought me back to consciousness by saying, “She’s pretty incredible, huh?”
When I could finally speak, I replied, “Yeah, she’s beautiful. I can’t believe she walked out here almost naked. What a body.”
My dad laughed, “The first time I met here when Mr. Sullivan was interviewing me, all she was wearing was the baby doll nightgown. She only put that coverup on for you, I think. It didn’t cover much, though, did it?”
“It sure didn’t,” I replied. “Wow, that’s something I’m going to remember for a while.”
I went with my dad into the other part of the building where the car collection was housed to see only a few cars. One was an old, but incredible Rolls Royce. It had a two-tone paint job of black and champagne gold. The other two cars were the new Ferrari and the Lamborghini. As cool as the Ferrari is, the Lamborghini is a statement car. My dad unlocked the car and let me sit in it. It was the most comfortable seat I’d ever sat in. The soft leather just sucked me right into the seat. Just unbelievable.
My dad got in the Ferrari and started it up and what a sound. I got in the passenger side and he drove it out of the garage and around the building to the maintenance garage where he would be detailing it. It didn’t look like it needed much as it was sparkling clean.
Just a few minutes after my dad started to wipe the car down, Mr. Sullivan came out to the garage and I met him. He asked me if I wanted to take a tour of the house while his dad was working on the cars. I readily agreed as I hoped I’d see Maria again.
We walked over to the house and we just made small talk. He showed me around the downstairs starting at the kitchen, then into the living room that he called the great room. Next, he took me into a really cool room with a large pool table with a big screen TV on the wall. There were also electric guitars in glass cases mounted on the walls that had signatures on them. I assume they were famous guitarists, but I didn’t stop to look at the signatures. At the far end of the room is a full bar that looks like it belongs in a hotel or something. We went up a couple of steps and went through a door to the next room which is a home theatre. There are a couple rows of big leather chairs and sofas. The rows are tiered up and we were now at the top and walked down to the front which had a 72” Samsung TV mounted to the wall. There was also what looked like a quite extensive stereo system in the corner of the room. The walls and ceilings had these big partition looking things and Mr. Sullivan explained that they are sound deadening panels to improve the sound of the TV. Really cool room.
Mr. Sullivan then took me up the staircase and we turned right at the top and went down to the far room which was at the front of the house. The door was closed and as we stood in front of it, Mr. Sullivan told me there was a reason my dad had brought me to the house that day. He explained that there was a present waiting for me beyond the door. He told me that Maria was waiting in the room for me naked and that she would teach me about sex. Mr. Sullivan made me promise not to ever tell what we did because I’m a minor and Maria could get into a lot of trouble. He also said to make sure my mother never found out as she’d be pissed at my dad and it could cause all kinds of family problems. I assured him I wouldn’t say anything.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. I promised I wouldn’t say anything and here I am telling you all about it. Well, Mr. Sullivan already wrote about it and he said I could too as we had a level of anonymity since our real names aren’t being used in the publishing of our stories.
So, after assuring Mr. Sullivan I wouldn’t tell anyone, especially my mom, I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob and went in.
Chapter 2
I walked in and saw a most amazing sight. Maria was laying naked on the bed with a red ribbon bow stuck to each nipple. Maria looked at me and asked if I wanted to unwrap my birthday present. I walked over and peeled each bow off of her nipples. She told me I was overdressed so I started peeling my clothes off as fast as I could.
I climbed on the bed and Maria immediately leaned over and started sucking my dick. She told me that young guys always come fast the first time so she wanted my first load so that I’d last longer when we actually fucked. I had never had a blow job before and so, of course, I didn’t last long. It just felt too good. I unloaded shot after shot of cum into her mouth and she swallowed every drop.
She then started kissing me and I started feeling up her body. Her tits were the perfect handful and were so firm and yet soft. I kissed my way down her body and got to her tits and licked and sucked those nipples for a long time. I could have spent all day doing that.
I had never licked a pussy before. Hell, I’d never seen a real live pussy before. But I kissed my way down her body to her pussy and smelled the most incredible scent I’ve ever smelled. Now I knew why guys like to sniff panties. I started licking her pussy but didn’t really know if there was a right way or wrong way to do it. Maria seemed to like what I was doing but she did eventually point out her clit and I got to work on it. Her pussy tasted like ambrosia. This was the best birthday present I’d ever gotten by far.
We spent a couple of hours together and Maria showed me several different positions. I came a couple more times and each time I was able to last a bit longer. Luckily, I was a horny 15-year-old and able to recover and get another hardon pretty quickly.
All too soon, Mr. Sullivan rapped on the door to tell us that my dad was getting close to being finished with the cars. Maria took me into the bathroom and we took a shower together. Obviously, another first for me. Damn, was that fun. We soaped each other up and then rubbed our soapy bodies together. I loved the feel of her soapy tits rubbing back and forth across my chest. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time for another fuck and she was trying to get clean, not add to the mess I’d made in her pussy over the last couple of hours.
We got out of the shower and dried off. Maria asked me if I wanted to stay longer and, of course, I told her I did. She said she’d talk to my dad and see if he could let me stay and come back to get me later. Maria told me to stay naked for her and she’d be back soon. She left and I sat on the bed not knowing what to do while waiting for her, when Mr. Sullivan came walking in. I was naked and tried to cover myself up but he said not to worry about it as his house was a clothing optional one and they rarely wear clothes around the house.
Mr. Sullivan told me that Maria was with my dad right then. It took a bit to sink in for me to realize that it meant my dad was fucking Maria. Mr. Sullivan asked if I wanted to go watch them. I thought that was weird but for some reason I felt compelled to see them. Mr. Sullivan took me to their gym which had a window that overlooks the backyard and we could clearly see Maria laying on a chaise lounge with my dad on top of her.
I don’t know why, but watching them fuck was turning me on and my dick was getting hard. Mr. Sullivan told me to just keep watching them and all of a sudden, I felt a pair of lips around my dick. Mr. Sullivan was sucking my dick. I looked down and said, “What the fuck?” Mr. Sullivan told me to just go with it and keep watching my dad.
I was watching my dad fucking Maria and Mr. Sullivan was sucking my dick and in no time, I was cumming in his mouth. It seemed weird to me because it seems kind of gay, but no one was ever going to know but the two of us so I let it go. I had to admit that it felt pretty good. Not as good as Maria sucking my dick, but not bad.
We went back to the guest room and in a little while Maria came in and kissed me and told me that I could stay for another hour or so and my dad would come back for me after he finished another job. Maria and I went back to bed and had another great time. I went down on her again and it didn’t dawn on me until she grabbed the back of my head and pressed me against her pussy that I was licking my own dad’s cum out of her pussy. Luckily, it tasted mostly of pussy. She seemed to get off on having me licking my dad’s cum out of her.
My dad came back in a little over an hour and we left to go home. On the way home, I just had to say something to my dad. “Dad, first of all, thanks for setting me up with Maria. That was pretty incredible. She’s beautiful and a great lover and teacher. But I guess I don’t need to tell you she’s a great lover. I know she’s beautiful and everything, but you’re cheating on mom, Dad. I suppose it’s none of my business, but mom is just as beautiful, if not more so, than Maria. I don’t know why you would be cheating on her. I’m not sure how I should feel about this.”
My dad said, “Yes, Maria is beautiful and your mother is too. You know I love your mother with all my heart. What I do with Maria is just sex. There’s no emotional component to it at all. And I guess you’re old enough now to know that your mom and I have had other sexual partners over the years. We don’t have exactly an open marriage where we both screw around on each other, but we occasionally have sex with other people. Sometimes we do it together. You know kind of a swapping situation. So, it’s not really cheating on her. That being said, I haven’t told her about Maria. I don’t think she’d be upset, but for some reason I just didn’t tell her and now it’s kind of too late. So please don’t say anything to her.”
“I won’t, Dad. I promised Mr. Sullivan that I would never tell anyone as a condition of receiving my birthday present. But it still bothers me for some reason. I guess it’s partly because mom’s so hot and all my friends talk about wanting to fuck her or see her naked and I have to tell them to knock it off. I have to tell them that so that they don’t know that I feel the same way about her. I know it’s wrong and kind of fucked up, but mom’s just so beautiful that I can’t help thinking about her that way. I’m sorry, Dad.”
“That’s okay, Paul,” my dad said. “It’s not unusual for a boy to have the hots for his mom especially when the mom is as hot as your mom. Believe me I understand. But what you’re talking about is incest. It’s not only illegal because it’s incest but also because of your age. Technically, you being with Maria today was illegal but she’s only a few years older than you so she probably wouldn’t get in that much trouble if someone found out. Hopefully, you can come with me fairly often and spend time with Maria and maybe you won’t think about your mom so much. I don’t have any idea how she would handle knowing that you are thinking about her sexually.”
“Believe me, Dad, I try not to ogle mom or anything that would make her uncomfortable or concerned. Maybe I can transfer some of that horniness to Maria. I’ll try.”
We went the rest of the way home in silence, but I couldn’t help thinking that my dad lets my mom fuck other guys; maybe she’d fuck me. I starting thinking about how I could let her know about my feelings without freaking her out. My dad couldn’t very well stop mom if she was interested since he has been banging Maria for a few months now. I needed a plan.
Chapter 3
Over the next couple of weeks, I thought about what I could do to get my mother to see me in a sexual light. It doesn’t mean she’d want to do anything with me, but I needed to at least start down the path to see what would happen. Without realizing it at first, an opportunity came to me. We were told at school that on Wednesday we’d only have a half day because of teacher meetings. That means I would be home when my mom wouldn’t expect me to be there.
I got home at about 12:30 on Wednesday to find the house empty. I didn’t know where my mom went or when she’d be home but I now had to find a way to start things off. I decided that I would let her catch me jacking off by “accident” and go from there. She would at least see my hard dick and it would give me an excuse to talk to her about it.
I got naked and laid on my bed. I put some porn on my laptop but kept the volume down so that I would be sure to hear my mom when she came home. I left my bedroom door completely open. It was difficult to keep my dick hard but stop myself from cumming. I wanted to be hard when my mom passed by my room. I was going at it for at least an hour and was beginning to lose hope that this was going to work when I finally heard the garage door going up.
I was tugging on my dick pretty good now to get it as hard as possible. I would love to be shooting my cum when she walked by but knew the timing of that would be hard to do. I shut my laptop and listened to my mom downstairs in the kitchen. When I heard her start to come up the stairs, I started with some low moaning and said stuff like, “Yes, Mom, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
I heard her walking down the hall and getting closer to my room and I kept up the moaning and talking. I wanted her to know I was thinking of her while I was jacking off. I could tell she was just about to my room when I heard my mom say, “Oh my!”
I whipped my head around to the door as if in total surprise but didn’t stop stroking my dick. My mom said, “I’m so sorry, Paul” and walked to her room. At that moment I started shooting the biggest load of cum in my life. It was just a few seconds too late or my mom would have seen me cum.
I wiped myself off and closed my door. I waited in my room for an hour or so and then went downstairs to face my mom and see how she took it. She was in the kitchen starting dinner. I sat down in one of the bar stools and said, “Ah, Mom, I’m sorry about earlier. I should have closed my door. No one was home and I didn’t think about it. I’m really sorry.”
My mom came over to me and gave me a hug. “It’s all right, Paul. It’s no big deal. You’ve obviously grown up in the last couple of years so I guess I should have expected we would deal with this at some time. It’s okay, Paul. Everyone does it. Once we go through puberty and find out how good it feels to have an orgasm, it’s tough to stop doing it. And I know young boys in particular need release several times a day. It’s not like I’ve never seen a guy naked before. I hope you’re not too embarrassed.”
“Well, actually, Mom,” I said, “at the time you were at my door I was really embarrassed, but as soon as you left, I had the biggest orgasm of my life. I’m not sure why that happened, but it was pretty great.”
“Can I ask you something, Paul,” Mom asked? “When I walked up to your room, I heard you mention my name. Were you thinking of me when you were doing that?”
I gave her my best sheepish smile and answered, “Yeah, I was. I think about you all the time. I’m sorry, Mom, but you’re just so beautiful even if I try to think of a girl from school, it morphs into you pretty quickly. I love it when you don’t wear a bra around the house. Seeing your breasts sway in your shirt is just so sexy. Heck, I think my friends come over here to see you more than to see me. They are always talking about what they’d like to do to you. I keep telling them to shut up that’s my mom you’re talking about, but I only say that to keep them from knowing I feel the same way. I hope I’m not creeping you out Mom. I’m really sorry.”
“Paul, stop saying you’re sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s actually quite common for boys to lust after their mothers. We’re the female you see most often and in the most relaxed and casual of circumstances so it’s not surprising to start having those feelings once your hormones kicked into high gear with puberty. I guess I should start being more careful how I dress around the house then.”
I nearly shouted, “No!” “I mean, don’t stop being comfortable. I really like seeing your breasts move as you walk or your beautiful legs when you wear a pair of shorts. That’s what gives me the material for when I jerk off. Please don’t stop.”
My mom smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Paul. I was just kidding. But maybe I need to be more careful when your friends are over. Unless you like them perving over me.”
“I don’t know, Mom. I guess you should just keep doing what you normally do. You shouldn’t have to change because my friends and I are horny teenagers. But, Mom, can I ask you a question? I wouldn’t want you to get mad or offended or anything so you can say no.”
Mom said, “Paul you can ask me anything. I think we can be honest with each other especially after what’s happened today. Go ahead and ask. I promise I won’t get mad.”
“Well, like I said earlier, I had the biggest orgasm after you left my room a while ago. I was just wondering if maybe you’d watch me jerk off on purpose and see if I have as big an orgasm again. Damn, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“Paul, I said to stop apologizing. It’s okay to ask. I’m not too sure it’s such a good idea for me to watch you masturbate though. That’s usually something done in private. I am your mother, you know. It’s not incest per se, but it’s close. I’ll tell you what. I’ll think about it. I won’t say absolutely not right now. I’ll give it serious thought. Most people would think that would be really wrong to do, but I’m not so sure. I’ll let you know in a day or two; how’s that?”
“Thanks, Mom, you’re the best. Thanks for not treating me as some pervert or something. I just can’t help thinking about you like that when I see you or when I hear you and dad in your bedroom at night. Frankly, I’m very jealous of dad. I hope he knows how lucky he is to have such a beautiful and loving wife.”
“Why Paul, that was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. Thank you for saying that.” She took me into her arms and gave me a big hug and I could feel her braless breasts against my chest and I started getting hard immediately. I pulled away from the hug sooner than I wanted to because I didn’t want her to feel my dick poking her.”
My mom is a really beautiful woman. Like I said to my dad, she’s at least as beautiful as Maria if not more so. I think an older woman who is beautiful just carries it better or something. My mom has a nice set of tits that are a bit bigger than Maria’s. I found one of my mom’s bras in the laundry hamper one day and couldn’t resist checking the tag. It was a 34C so I bet Maria is maybe a 34B or so. I haven’t actually seen my mom’s tits, but I bet they’re magnificent.
Mom keeps herself in shape by jogging and going to yoga or pilates or something like that. Mom always asks if I want to go jogging with her and I usually beg off, but maybe I should start going with her so I can watch her tits bounce as she runs and to check out her perfect butt and legs.
Mom is about 5’5” tall so she’s not petite but I already have a few inches on her. She has auburn hair almost to her shoulders with bright green eyes. She is simply stunning. There certainly aren’t any girls at my school that can compare to her, that’s for sure.
That night, after dinner, I went up to my room. I wanted to give my parents a chance to talk together. I wasn’t sure if my mom would say anything to my dad about catching me jacking off or about me wanting her to watch me again, but I slowly crept back out to the landing of the stairs to try to hear them talk.
At first my dad was just talking about his day, but eventually my mom did start telling him about her day. I heard her say, “Bill, something happened today when I got home that I think you should know about. I got home about 1:30 and the house was quiet as usual since Paul was at school. But as I walked up the stairs, I heard some moaning and heard my name. When I got to Paul’s room, his door was open and he was naked on his bed masturbating. I assume they were let out of school early and neither one of us expected the other to be there. I just looked at Paul’s hand around his dick, which was still stroking it, and I went to my room.”
My dad said, “Well, that’s not a surprise. He’s at that age where he’s probably horny all the time. He should have closed his door though. Have you said anything to him about it?”
“Yes, we talked about it a while later. He apologized several times and admitted he should have closed the door. I assured him it was okay and that everyone does it and not to be embarrassed about it. He then told me that he basically gets hard whenever he sees me without a bra on, so maybe I should start wearing one at home.”
Dad said, “You don’t have to do that, unless you want to. You have a right to be comfortable in your own home. Maybe you should be proud to know that you are still so beautiful that teenage boys get hard looking at you fully clothed. I tell you all the time how beautiful you are and you just think I’m saying that because I’m your husband.”
“Paul told me his friends always comment about my body too. Don’t you think that’s a little weird that a bunch of 15-year-olds are getting hot over a 36-year-old mom? There’s something else, though, that Paul said, or should I say asked.”
Here it comes, I thought. It will be interesting to see how dad handles this next part.
“Paul asked me if I would watch him masturbate sometime. I told him I’d think about it, but it seems like it would be really wrong to do. How should I handle it with him?”
“Honey,” my dad responded, “it’s up to you. Whatever you want to do is okay with me. If you feel it’s wrong, don’t do it. If you are a bit intrigued and want to do it, then do it. You know that I never tell you what to do with your life or your body. You have had sex with other guys and I’ve never had a problem with it, so if you want to watch him jerk off, then do it. You certainly don’t need my permission. As long as you can make sure Paul doesn’t say anything to anyone else, only the three of us would know what, if anything, you two do together. What happens in this house is no one else’s business. Watch him jack off or even jack him off yourself. Just make sure it’s what you want to do, not what Paul wants you to do.”
“Bill, you are the best and most supportive husband in the world. I’m so glad we found each other. I think we are both so secure in our love for each other that we each understand that anything we do sexually with someone else is just that – sex. However, doing stuff with Paul is literally too close to home. We are so ingrained to believe that incest is wrong and shameful that it makes it a difficult decision whether to take any steps down that road. I just don’t know what to do with this one. I’ll have to think about it. If you come up with any pearls of wisdom for me or have any second thoughts, please tell me, honey. I don’t want things to get weird around here.”
“Don’t worry about me, Jenny. Like I said, I trust you and support you. If you want to fuck him right here on the couch next to me, I won’t have a problem with it, so just make sure whatever you do that it’s what you want to do. That’s all I ask.”
I couldn’t believe what I just heard. My dad just gave my mom the permission to not only watch me jerk off, but to even fuck me if she wants to. It’s all up to her now.