This is an ongoing story, for background you may want to read the first chapter. The story is fiction and involves incestuous relationships.
All characters are aged eighteen or older.
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Chapter 2
Carol Ann and her husband had been adventuresome in their love making. At least as far as they knew how to be. When they were first married both had been naïve, but men talk, as do women; both before and after marriage. It was from talking to others that they learned about sex. That's how it was in those days. John had always heard about women sucking men's cocks, but he couldn't conceive of the woman he loved doing such a thing. He felt he would be using her for his own carnal pleasures if he asked her to suck him without being able to do something for her in return. It was only after he had heard of men eating a woman's pussy that he realized that both could be satisfied that way.
John, once he learned about eating pussy, became fascinated by the thought of doing so. It was in the early years of their marriage; Jack was not born yet. He loved Carol Ann and wanted to please her in any way he could. It was always a pleasure for him when she would climax.
Carol Ann heard things too. Like the stories young boys told, the tales she heard may, or may not, have been true. As a young girl her closest friend had been Trudy. There were other girls too that Carol Ann still saw at church or at social events. The stories then had a romantic theme. As the women matured and married their confidences became more like 'how to' sessions. Those sessions weren't as common as men's; nor as crude. They were usually quite intimate sharings between two, or maybe three, women friends.
So it was that when John kissed his way down Carol Ann's body one night, after their weekly bath, that she did not object. She sensed what was about to happen. She opened her thighs to him and caressed his head as he ate her pussy and drank her juices. She came beautifully from his licking and sucking and knew she would want more.
He turned so that they were face to sex. She turned her head to see his hard cock before her eyes. She knew what he wanted, but was hesitant, more because of inexperience than reluctance. It was when an intense orgasm tore through her body that her lips parted and slid over his throbbing hardness.
It became almost a ritual with them; oral sex on bath nights. Other times too, but especially then. Both looked forward to it. It was on such a night, filled with orgasmic joy, that Jack was conceived.
She had passed her experience on to her friend Trudy, but no one else.
Now it was time to teach Jack. To show him the joy of mutually licking and sucking. The question was how to go about it.
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After lunch Carol Ann had dipped hot water into a wash basin and they had washed the sweat from their bodies. Their private parts too. Carol Ann had lovingly washed Jack's cock then her own pussy. She had wiped his cum and her juices where they had spread through her bush and upper thighs. Her panties had contained most of it, they were soaked. Naked, they went to the bedroom together.
The windows were open to a pleasant fall day. They held each other and kissed with kisses that became hotter each time their lips met.
"There is more, Jack. Much more to loving. Do you want to learn?"
Jack too had heard talk among adolescent boys and young men. Probably not as much as his father had, though. Jack had to quit school when the hard times came. He didn't get to associate with boys his age much after that. He had only vague ideas of what 'more, much more' might mean. For his mother, however, he would learn. She was his love, he would do anything for her.
"I'll show you something I used to do for your father," She told him. Her voice was husky with desire. "And something he used to do for me."
She fondled his hard cock as she slid down along his body. She wet her lips with a sense of anticipation as they parted to take his throbbing cock into her wet mouth.
She let her tongue slide over, and around his glans. She pressed her lips around the hard shaft and her tongue worked its magic. Her head bobbed as she showed him how she would give him a blow job.
Carol Ann would have loved to suck him until he came. Her aim, however was to teach him. To initiate him into the wonderful world of oral sex. She lifted her head from his cock. She slid back along his body until they were face to face again; until their lips were locked in a mindless wet kiss.
"Your father would do the same for me," she told him. "I enjoyed it very much."
The thought that his mother would enjoy his eating her pussy was enough to break down any adverse thoughts Jack might have had about going down on her. In fact he didn't have any thoughts at all about it. He had only ever heard brief mention about such things. So when his mother gently urged him toward her spread thighs he went willingly. With a little uncertainty about what he was to do, but willing to please her.
He contemplated her pussy. He had not looked at it before. Yes, he had seen her naked, but had never gazed directly at her. Her scents invaded his senses, the musk of her arousal. He found it exciting and erotic, his body responded with an overall sense of desire. Shivers ran through him. Blood pounded in his already rock hard dick.
"Kiss me there," he heard her say in sultry tones.
He let his lips touch the lips of his mother's cunt. He tasted the juices that flowed from her, like nectar they were. Instinctively his tongue licked at the savory essences.
Her hand caressed his head showing her love, her pleasure. She needed to instruct him. The basics now, the finer points could come in time.
"Use your tongue," he heard her say. "Push your tongue into me. Just like you do with your finger."
He had learned how to arouse her by fondling her pussy; how his fingers could make her juices flow. He let his tongue slide between the lips of her pussy. A thrill ran up his spine when he heard her pleased gasp.
It was at that moment that Jack discovered a truth about himself. He liked what he was doing, More than liked, he relished it. He pushed his face into the hot, wet folds of his mother's pussy and his tongue lapped at the succulent inner lips. Amateurishly perhaps, but enthusiastically.
