William Taylor: Hot fun family

My God! she thought, could a woman really take all that?

And then she saw her son hold it up while he looked down and examined it. It slowly filled out and stiffened under his gaze, and he began stroking it. Kim's mouth went dry with fear and lust, tempered by motherly concern. She'd been raised to believe it wasn't healthy to masturbate, and a bit of that superstition still lingered.

Intellectually, she knew masturbation was normal and almost necessary, but that was for other boys, not her son. Bill was… was her son! She didn't want to think about her son masturbating. Yet here he was, enormously hard, and flogging his thick prick with amazing vigor!

She must have made some slight noise, for he suddenly cast a startled look in her direction. His eyes bulged with shock, followed next by embarrassment, then fear. He turned to run, hunched over to bide as much of his softening cock as possible.

"Bill!" Kim cried, sliding under the suds and holding the curtain in front of her torso.

The embarrassed teenager stopped and tucked his cock away before turning back. His face was red and he studied the tile floor.

"Bill, you-you must never do that again. Do you understand me?"

Her son nodded. He looked so shamed and unhappy that Kim's heart went out to him.

"I-I know you'll be tempted," she said, "but try to resist. It really isn't too-too healthy to… uh, rub your penis like that."

Bill turned to leave, his head still hanging, when Kim called him back. "I don't want you to feel bad, baby," she said in a plaintive voice. "And don't ever be afraid of me. I'm not mad at you. I love you. We'll just forget this ever happened."

Bill nodded again without looking at her and left. Kim sank back into the tub and sighed heavily. That cock! The sheer size of it filled her mind. And he was just a boy! She lifted a hand from the water and looked at it. So much smaller than Bill's. She'd never manage to wrap her hand around it…

"My God!" Kim gasped aloud. What was she thinking? Wrap her hand… A great pain built up in her chest and her eyes began to burn. Soon she was sobbing and shaking her head again.

After breakfast during which Jack and Mary pretended to be happy and very much in love, and Bill studiously avoided his mother's eyes, Kim walked across the street to her sister's.

Nancy was two years younger than Kim, and divorced. She also had a son Bill's age, Dan. For some reason, Kim was always the one asking advice, even though she was the older sister. But Nancy had traveled a lot, and seemed to be a lot more knowledgeable and sophisticated.

In the nine years since Nancy's divorce, Kim had never seen her sister cry or express any regrets. She seemed perfectly contented staying at home raising Danny. Of course, the two sisters went shopping, and to church together, and even occasionally to the movies, but always by themselves or with their sons.

Kim refrained from dating because she'd never found anyone to replace John, and she wasn't going to settle for someone less wonderful. But Nancy was different – she was divorced – and Kim had always believed that divorced persons should want to get back into the "swing" of things and make up for all they'd missed.

But it was Nancy's life, and Kim wasn't going to criticize it. Besides, she had her own problems to solve, and bringing up the subject of relationships or marriage would only irritate Nancy.

Kim rapped and walked inside her sister's house. Nancy never locked her door during the day. "It's me, Nan," Kim called, walking into the living room.

"Be with you in a minute, Sis," Nancy said.

By the time Kim seated herself and arranged her thoughts, Nancy bounced in. "Jeez, Kim, every time I see you your tits look bigger!" Nancy joked. She cupped her own heavy tits through her blouse and looked at them. "Yeah," she said, "I'm a little jealous." It was an old joke, for Nancy's measurements were a walloping 48-36-45. But she was a tall woman, and carried it well.

Kim smiled, but wasn't in the mood for joking. "I've got a real problem," she told her sister, and proceeded to relate the kind of dream she'd had. She ended with the morning's shocker in the bathroom. Nancy was sympathetic, and explained that since you couldn't control dreams, you shouldn't feel guilty about them. They were harmless. But she was less sympathetic about Kim's treatment of Bill.

"Sis, you know jerking off's normal. Why, damn it, we used to even play with each other when we were kids. Have you forgotten? What the hell do you want to burden Bill with all that guilt and shame for, huh? Just because he's your boy, you want him to be an angel. Well, angels aren't human. If they were, they'd be jacking off in every cloud! And we wouldn't be getting rain in our garden, either. It'd be big white drops of cum hanging from the trees and flowers and drainpipes!"

"You sure have a way with words," Kim said, smiling wryly.

"Yeah, I know. But I get carried away when I see people hurting other people. Bill's a nice guy, and you know he's gonna jerk off anyway, so why lay all that guilt on him?"

"What should I do?"

"Tell him you were wrong."

"Oh, I can't just go bringing it up now that it's over!"

"Well, you can always wait 'til he's jerking off again – only this time praise him and tell him what a good boy he is, and Mom's proud of her son's big prick!"

Nancy was joking, but Kim thought the basic idea wasn't bad. "If I act like it's ok, and don't make a fuss about it," Kim began.

"He'll think you're just ignoring something you think is sinful or dirty. You've got to come right out and tell him it's ok to masturbate."

"Did you ever catch Dan playing with himself?"

"No, but I haven't really tried, either. I'm sure he does. In fact, I'd worry if he didn't."

"I was just wondering," Kim said, "if you have any idea how, uhh, big he is. Down there."

Nancy looked at her sister a bit strangely. "No, I don't. Why do you ask?"

"Well, uhh, when I saw Bill's I nearly died! Nancy, he's got a real monster cock – eight or nine inches long – and fat as hell! I can't imagine who he's inherited it from."

"Whew!" Nancy whistled. "That is big! Jeez, I wish Fred had had a big cock! Not," she hastened to explain, "that it would have made any difference about the divorce. But it sure as hell would've helped during all the years leading up to our parting!"

Kim smiled. "John was great in bed. Even if I ever found anyone as nice as he was, I'd be almost afraid to marry him. I'd worry that he wouldn't be half as good in the sack."

"Check him out before the wedding, stupid," Nancy smiled.

"Oh, Nancy! You know better than that. It's one thing to talk sort of slutty, but another thing to really act that way."

"Maybe," Nancy smiled, "but Fred and I fucked for a full year before we got married. He was good, but not great. No staying power, you know? But he usually made me cum, I'll give him that."

"Well, I'd better get going," Kim said. "There's a lot to do now that Jack and Mary are here."

"How are they doing?"

Kim blushed as she remembered the previous night's wet noises. "Well, they got married too soon. Mary's a nice girl, but a bit of a prude, if you know what I mean. If they get past the first three years, they'll probably make it. But it's hard on him, losing his job right now. You know how men are. Jack's one of those guys who feels that if he isn't a breadwinner – a good provider – he's not much of a man. And Mary's too inexperienced to build up his ego when he needs it most."

Nancy shook her head. "Wish I could help, but that's one problem they'll have to work out themselves. Doesn't pay to interfere in a marriage."

"I know, but I wish I could help Jack."

"You're doing plenty already."

"I know, but not the things that count, the things that Mary should be doing for him."