Unknown - Mom gets it on

"But you said you've let boys touch your tits," he pointed out.

"Yeah, but they weren't boyfriends," she explained. "Just guys I happened to be out with."

"Oh."

"I'm hot and sweaty," she announced. "Let's take a shower."

"Okay."

They rotated under the cool spray, let the water wash the perspiration and cum from their young bodies. It gave Paul a chance to really study and admire her trim, perfect body. She had a youthful firmness and slenderness that appealed to him. Her tits were neat mounds, her pussy a patch of fine curling, reddish-blonde hair. It misted her slit but didn't hide it. She seemed equally fascinated by him, and ran soapy fingers over his cock and under his balls. He smeared her tits with thick lather.

Paul realized suddenly how much fun it was to

be naked. There wasn't any hassle to constantly keep his body hidden. Sleeping naked, and now this crazy, sexy session with his cousin, was making him enjoy nudity, and also making him aware of his own body. No longer was it something to be hidden. It was something to be exposed with pride.

"You're beautiful," Jan noted as her fingers slid sensuously around his jutting cock.

Paul felt his prick seeping juices. "So are you," he said as he cupped his fingers into her cunt,

"You look good enough to eat," Jan groaned. He had just penetrated her pussy with his soapy finger.

"Why don't you try?" Paul suggested, remembering how his aunt had sucked on her husband's towering cock.

"Gets me all hot just thinking about it," Jan whispered tensely. "I feel like I did right before you put it into me."

"Suck me," Paul ordered, pumping his finger in and out of her twat. The palm of his hand was massaging the curve of her pubis, scrubbing her fine strawberry-blonde hair. He trailed his slippery fingers up her body as she knelt in front of him. The jetting spray of the shower beat down on her head.

Her eyes shut against the stinging stream of water; she groped blindly with her hands for his cock. Then, her mouth gaping like, a fish's, she groped for his prick with her lips. They closed around the bulbous head of his cock. Her tongue stroked and bathed his cock head. Paul's prick drooled into her mouth.

Paul stared down at his cousin. Her hair was plastered down, and the water streamed over her closed eyes and shining cheeks. His eyes focused on

where his towering hard-on stretched her lips, wedged her jaw downward, stuffed her hungry mouth. Below were her budding tits and their hard, alert nipples, ten her sleek thighs and the slit of her cunt. Her reddish-blonde curls were plastered flat against the pouting cunt lips.

Holding the base of his cock with her fingers, she pushed her head forward, spiked her face on his shaft. He felt his prick slide along her tongue, clear to the back of her mouth. Then her body knotted and she retreated as she gagged on his massive prick. Reaching down, he stroked her hair. He loved the feel of her skull under his fingers. He guided her, moved her head away, then drew it back toward him. He gripped her ears, and took full control of her motions. There was no resistance to his urgings.

He saw that she had her fingers in her cunt as she ate his cock. With her free hand, she was combing the twisting strands of her bush, pressing the soft flesh of her pussy lips. Then she slid a finger into her cunt and finger-fucked herself slowly, in time with the motions of her head on his cock.

The aching knot of anticipation growing in his guts, Paul moved her head back and forth. He watched half his cock vanish into her mouth, then reappear. Her eyes were still shut. Her face twisted into a grimace of carnal pleasure, she drew on his cock. She stroked the underside of his prick with her tongue. Her cheeks caved in as she drew blood to the already distended tip of his tool. It tingled excitingly.

Paul wondered if she was going to take his cum into her mouth. The idea made his nuts tighten, his cock pulse hotly. He wondered if she knew what a

man did when it happened. Probably she had never seen a man cum, spurt jizm into the air.

The shower water drumming down on them, Jan continued to mouth his cock. Her sucking edged him closer and closer to the firing point. The hot pod in his groin built with every stroke of her tongue.

His hips began to move, began pumping forward and back in oppositi6n to the motion of her head. He jammed his cock into her as he dragged her head toward him. She accepted his thrusts, only occasionally gagging convulsively. Her tits quivered and trembled. She had two fingers-no, three jammed into her cunt as she sucked his cock.

He was going to do it. He felt his balls lighten up, draw up into his crotch, try to get closer to the scene of the action. His ass cheeks knotted as he thrust deep into her throat. His cock jerked and erupted and a thick, searing gob of jizm blasted down her throat.

She took it. She took it willingly, eagerly. When she swallowed, her tongue rubbed his cock, and made his next shot into her even harder. Then he was spurting thick and powerfully, pouring his load of cum into her mouth. Her swallowing massaged his cock and milked ever heavier waves of creamy fluid from him. He held onto her head tightly, thrust his hips forward, and poured his load into her. He watched her face. It was twisted with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Then, as his spoutings began to decline, she started to struggle against his grasp, and he realized she couldn't breathe because his cock was stuffing her throat. He let her pull back a little. Her nostrils flared as she desperately sucked in air. His prick lay on her tongue, jerking and heaving as it unloaded its last sticky dribbles. She swallowed and swallowed, then at last spat his prick out. The last tentative trickle of cum' emerged from the slit, and trailed down her chin, mingled with the tower water and was washed away.

Tipping her head back, she let the water pour into her mouth. She rinsed away the last of his cum, and swallowed. Then she drew her hand out of her cunt and washed it, too, and struggled to her feet. Both totally exhausted by the experience, they clung together. Then she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him, on the lips. It was the first time she had given him anything but a cousinly peck. He tasted his own cum on her breath.

"Let's get out of here before we get all wrinkly," she said finally.

"Okay."

Bumping and jostling in the small bathroom, they dried each other briskly with the big towels. Then, lifting one foot to the seat of the toilet, exposing her cunt to him unselfconsciously, Jan powdered her pussy.

Then, both still naked, they went back out into the sunshine, and sprawled out on the ground.

"What if you get pregnant?" Paul asked nervously.

"I can't get pregnant right now," Jan replied calmly.

"You can't?"

"I just had my period," Jan explained. "It's my safe time."

"Your period? Safe time?" Paul had never heard either term before.

"You don't know anything at all, do you?" Jan observed.

"I'm doing all right," Paul said defensively.

"But you don't know what a woman's period is," Jan retorted.

"Well, no," Paul admitted.

Tediously, Jan explained a woman's cycle. Paul had the feeling she was quoting something she had read. Then she explained what safe days were.

"All the other times you can get pregnant, right?"

"Unless I go on the pill or you use a rubber or I get a diaphragm," Jan answered, hitting him with another series of unfamiliar terms.

Unwilling to admit to any more ignorance, Paul muttered, "Oh," and left it at that.

"So, if we're going to keep doing it, we'll have to do something," Jan pointed out.

"Yeah." Paul hadn't really thought about doing it again, but he realized that they would. "What should we do?"