Hank Borden: Hot family affairs

"I was just a kid then," said Tim, but he did as his mother asked.

His big hands dug into the woman's soft ass meat and gripped it tight, making Janice squeal. He held her ass for several seconds, enjoying the terrific heat against his palms. Then, with her asscheeks throbbing, he released them and suddenly drove his right palm into her ass as hard as he could, striking her ass a terrific blow.

"Ahhhh!" cried Janice, throwing back her head. "That felt wonderful! Now come on upstairs with me and we'll freshen up together before supper. I don't know where your father and sister are, but I'm sure they'll be home soon."

"Great. I'm looking forward to seeing Laura and Dad," he said as he released her.

But when Janice stepped back, her towel fell to the floor and she found herself standing stark-naked before her son. "Oh, well," she said, giggling.

"Wow, Mom. I almost forgot what you looked like. You're nicer than any of the girls in college."

The mention of other girls made Janice frown. Then she took her son's hand and led him up the stairs to his room. She held her towel in her other hand, making no attempt to hide her naked body from his burning stars. She knew that each step made her asscheeks and her jutting tits wiggle and jiggle.

"Your room is exactly as you left it. Now go on in and strip down, then join me in the shower and I'll wash you off."

"Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I can take my own shower."

"Nonsense, I'm still your mother, aren't I? Now get naked and join me!" She playfully slapped him with the towel, then raced down the hall to the shower, giving him a full view of her luscious hips.

Moments later Janice was standing in the shower stall, covered with suds, when her son came into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. She opened the curtain and looked out, then stood open-mouthed, as if struck dumb. Her son was a spitting image of his father!

Besides his dark wavy hair and good looks, the boy had broad shoulders, a big hairy chest, a narrow waist, and muscular hips and thighs. Thick black hair also covered his belly and groin. But what really got the big blonde's attention was the long fat hard cock that jutted out from between the boy's thighs. The cock looked good enough for Janice to eat, and the woman gulped hard as she beckoned her son toward her.

"Damn!" she finally managed to say. "You definitely aren't a kid, anymore. I can't believe how much you've grown."

"Yes, I'm six-feet-one-inch tall and I weigh one-eighty. I guess college life agreed with me." He smiled sheepishly as his mother doused him with suds.

"I wasn't talking about your height and weight," said Janice, her big blue eyes fixed on his jutting cock.

"Oh, that. Well, I guess that's grown up too. I'm sorry, Mom, but your big shapely body really turns me on. Maybe we shouldn't be taking a shower together."

But Janice pretended not to hear. Instead, she reached down and began washing her son's hard cock, letting her closed fist glide up and down its full length. She couldn't believe it! The cock was longer and fatter than her husband's! Janice fell to her knees to get a closer look.

"I think I'm clean enough now, Mom." He stood on shaky knees as his mother covered his groin with soap suds.

The cock was no more than an inch from her face. She could see every vein and bulge. What strength! She wondered if he would let her suck the fucker.

"Please, Mom. I'm clean enough."

He took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Janice protested at first, but then obliged. She kept telling herself that this was Tim, her son, not Robert, her husband.

Janice nearly fainted when her son placed the washcloth on her tits and began to wash them thoroughly. He pushed her tits round and round in circles, even flattening them every now and then. She closed her eyes and moaned as he made the big mounds of hot flesh very clean – and very hard!

"Oh, Son! My pussy. Please wash my pussy now."

"Gee, I don't know if I should, Mom. Are you sure this is right?"

Tim kept rubbing her big tits. He covered them with suds as he stroked every inch of their flesh. His hand massaged and pinched the big mounds as he dutifully cleansed them.

Then he pinched her left nipple between his fingers, digging the washcloth into the rubbery suck button. Janice dried out, but her son kept up the pressure, flattening the little nip.

"C'mon, Mom, we're both clean enough now. Let's go down and wait for the others."

Janice didn't want to go. Her husband, for some reason that he refused to explain, hadn't touched her in over a week. She had almost forgot what a man's hand and cock felt like. Now her son, who was so very much like his father, was doing wonderful things to her. She just didn't want it to end.

But the sound of the front door opening and closing, and then voices in the living room, ended Janice's fun with her son. The two quickly dried, dressed, and went down to join the others, where Tim had a happy reunion with his sister and Dad.

But Janice couldn't get over how manly her son now was. Her tits still tingled. She found herself craving for something she knew was forbidden. And she didn't feel at all guilty.

Laura too felt guiltless about her intense feelings towards her father. And she was already making plans for tomorrow.

"Are you ready for a full work day?" Miss Thomas asked when Laura showed up in her office the next morning.

The big blonde sat carelessly on the edge of her desk, with her legs spread wide. Laura could see the woman's shapely hips and even her panty crotch. The girl wondered if she was going to have to lick that big hairy pussy first thing in the morning.

"Ready and willing," answered Laura, dressed neatly in her prettiest dress, with her yellow hair flowing freely down her back. "What would you like me to do first?"

"I'm due at a meeting upstairs with the big-shots in a few minutes. I'm going to let you work beside Cindy, one of my best employees. She'll show you the ropes. And if you have any questions, you can ask me when I return."

"All right," said Laura.

She followed her supervisor out onto the floor, where the other girls were already busy at their desks. There was only one empty desk, beside a pretty young brunette, and this was where Miss Thomas led her.

"Laura, this is Cindy. Cindy, Laura. Now Laura, I've already arranged for Cindy to show you your duties. I hope you two can become good friends."

"I'm sure we will," said Cindy, smiling up at Laura. "And I know Laura will be a good worker."

"Thank you," said Laura, and she knew she had made her first friend. "I'll try very hard."

"Well, I must go now. Those bastards up there are waiting for me. See you later, girls."

"Good luck at the meeting," called Laura as she took her seat beside Cindy. "She sure is something, isn't she?"

"I'll say," answered Cindy. "Have you been on her lap yet?"

Cindy spoke in low tones, as if she had something to hide. But the tight sweater and slacks she wore hid nothing. For such a young girl, she was really stacked, Laura could see.

"Yes, I was on her lap yesterday."

"How was it?" Cindy leaned closer, an eye out for anyone else eavesdropping.

"Delightful. She made my panties very wet. But then I got even by making her pussy very wet. It was fantastic!"

"Yes, I know. I had to sit on her lap before she would hire me. Now she calls me into her office at least three times a week. I look forward to it."

"Boy," said Laura, grinning. "Miss Thomas must have a terrific itch between her legs!"

"Well," said Cindy, shaking her head. "That's one way of looking at it, I suppose. But Miss Thomas isn't the only one in this building who has trouble scratching her itch. I know a man who has the same problem."