AN EDUCATION IN DEBAUCHERY 3

Michael sat slackly on the couch for a few moments then pulled his pants up and slumped down again next to me. I stroked his hair.

“Good?” He nodded slowly, the way you do when something’s amazing but difficult to absorb. And being blown … being sucked off by his mother was a bit of an event. Tom looked at me with a half-smile. An acknowledgement perhaps that his suspicions about just how far into the world of taboo I was prepared to venture were right. Now I wanted to see Hayley taken to a new place too.

“So,” Tom said. “Let’s see how my hard-on stacks up.”

Hayley rubbed her hands in anticipation. It was such a game. All such fun.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off Hayls,” Tom said. She couldn’t wait and jumped out of her school uniform like it was on fire. She was tall for her age and was going to have an athletic figure, with sun-kissed blonde hair. She stood in the lounge shamelessly naked. Michael was impassive. Tom stood and took off his work pants, already well and truly hard. Hayley put her hands to her face.

“Oh my god! Oh! Dad!” I couldn’t help but laugh.

Tom smiled. “Well, it’s all yours.”

Something in me wanted to see Tom throw her down and fuck her like she was a rag doll. Wasn’t what was happening bad already enough? Tom unbuttoned his shirt and sat back on the couch naked. His cock was big enough to well and truly obscure his navel. Hayley shuffled across and lent on him and slowly reached out towards the steely red twitching dick. First she touched it with an open hand as if tentatively stroking a cat or dog.

“It’s hot,” she said quietly, fixated on this huge object she could never have guessed was in wait, there in her father’s pants all the time. She’d seen graffiti cocks of course but she seemed surprised to see that this real one wasn’t too far removed from those scrawled on walls. She closed her fingers around the shaft of the dick but couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way. “Stroke it darling,” I said. “Squeeze hard and stroke up and down.”

Hayley was gentle at first, as though unsure what this beast would do, fascinated that the skin moved under her fingers but the bone hard dick underneath was fixed in position. Tom lent back and for a few moments stared at the ceiling. Hayley strengthened her grip and moved her hand faster. She soon realized she could pull the dick downwards so it stuck out from Tom’s belly at right angles. Even better, when she let go of it, it sprang back upwards.

“Show me how you touch yourself at night Hayley,” I said. Her legs opened immediately and her spare hand shot down between her legs and started to massage the slit which had still not flowered into the outer lips which puberty would bring. She hooked a finger inside herself and rubbed her palm against the tiny clit which was already bringing her excitement. Tom reached over and stroked the inside of her thigh. She grasped his cock harder and pulled at it, and at the same time finger-fucked herself more vigorously.

Tom said, “Let me do that” and he slid his forefinger inside her.

“It’s very warm in there.” Hayley closed her eyes and twitched as Tom inserted another finger and rhythmically pushed in and out. Instinctively Hayley drew her legs up to her chest to open her cunt.

I told Tom to taste it, and he lent down and licked between Hayley’s legs, she shuddered and gasped and pushed her hips onto Tom’s tongue.

“Oh … it’s never felt this good,” she said. “Even when I put things in there.” Tom paused and looked at me with a smile. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled back.

“What do you put in there baby?” Hayley said, “It used to be candles … but now I can fit my little deodorant bottle inside.”

Tom went down on Hayley again and her with her eyes closed she began to buck against him so hard he had to hold her down.

“Someone said when you get really hot and tingly it’s called ‘coming'” Hayley whispered. I nodded. She had just about enough breath to ask “why?”.

I said, “I don’t know sweetheart. Are you going to come?”

She was still pumping away at Tom’s cock. “Yes.” Tom lifted his face but kept two fingers inside Hayley’s little pre-pubescent cunt.

I said “You want it harder don’t you baby?” Tom looked at me and said, “All in good time Yolanda you filthy kid fucker.” That made me even wetter. Tom pushed into Hayley a little more with each thrust until his fingers were completely inside her. He leaned down and sucked on her tiny budding nipples.

Another exclamation of joy from Hayley. And then, “I’m going to come. Are you watching mummy.” Oh yes, I was watching, as was Michael with the sort of frown your face makes when you learn something new.

Hayley squealed as though she’d seen a mouse and then left her mouth open, as she was silenced by the waves of pleasure she never imagined existed. It lasted about ten seconds, and then she collapsed back onto the couch.

“Thanks daddy!” she said as if he’d bought her an unexpected gift, which I suppose he had. “I want you to come now.”

Tom said, “Well that sounds like a fair deal.”

Hayley took Tom’s cock in both hands now and gave it everything she’d got.

“You know that little milky dribble that came out of Michael’s willy when he came?” Tom said.

“Well that’s going to happen but there’ll be a lot more of it.” I thrust the unsuspecting Michael’s hand down my knickers and pressed it against my clit.

Tom’s breathing grew louder and shorter and Hayley suddenly lent down and tried to take Tom’s prick in her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” Tom panted. She pushed down, determined to succeed and with a little pop the head of Tom’s dick slid inside her mouth. “You lovely little slut … Oh do you liking being bad?”

Hayley nodded as best she could and then it was obvious Tom was about to explode. He pulled away from Hayley sat her up on the couch and said, “Are you ready?” He didn’t mean to hit her in the face with his jizz, he just aimed for her belly but the initial spasms were massive and hit Hayley’s forehead and her hair.

She laughed, “Oh my god!” Tom kept coming, gradually with less intense bursts until he was empty of the hot jizz which only something so criminally exciting could produce. An orgasm like a 16 year old.

And simultaneously as I shoved Michael’s hand across my clit and in my cunt with abandon I came too. Michael put his arm around me, as if to say, “It’s okay mom, we’re all done now.” Such tenderness and such dirtiness.

The whole family now sat naked or semi-naked in the living room, and suddenly it seemed no-one knew what to say. Eventually Tom asked Hayley, “I didn’t come in your eye did I Hayls?”

“No, but I’ve got sticky hair!” We all dressed. Michael and Hayley were beaming. Michael asked me if we could do it all again some time. I knew I was supposed to say no. Knew I was pretty much perverting my duties as a mother. Molesting my own children. But they looked so happy. So fucking happy.

“Yes I think we can do it again” I said. Hayley piped up; “But different. I want to see you and daddy doing it so I can learn how, and I can practice with Michael.”

Tom stroked Hayley’s hair, finding the spot where his cum had hit her and trying to squeeze it away. “Sure,” he said.

I was exhausted, afraid, guilty (of course) yet still excited.

“You want to fuck your sister next time?” I asked Michael. He spent some time thinking it over. Fuck Hayley? That would be weird, but he liked seeing her finger-fucked and he said yes.

“And it’s best if it’s dirty isn’t it mummy?” said Hayley. I should have just stopped it right there.

My little girl knew too much already. My face reddened. She knew what we were doing was forbidden. But I said, “Yes baby, it’s better if it’s very dirty.”

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE