Head over heels

Lena had heard unfamiliar noises from upstairs and crept quietly up the stairs. Carefully, silently she opened the door to Jon's room, just a crack wide, for she extremely rarely disturbed her son, and peered inside.

Jon was leaning back against the wall, upside down, naked. He kept his legs spread wide, and with one hand he rubbed his cock. The glans was entirely in his mouth. Yes, his cock was in his mouth!

Lena had never seen this acrobatics before. That he was masturbating, she knew of course, but she had never seen that before. She stopped and watched her 13–year old slowly masturbate and suck his glans. Within a short time he was ready, arching his back as far as it would go and fucking his mouth very hard. He seemed to suck on his cock while visibly orgasming violently. She could tell by the rhythmic tightening of his urethra that he was squirting, and he sucked and sucked before swallowing the cum.

She closed the door quietly and went downstairs all agitated. In the living room, she lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes. It had been more than five years since her husband, Jon's father, had died. Doctors didn't recognize the cancer until it had already metastasized throughout his body. It wasn't a pretty death; she sat at his deathbed for days watching life leave him. She was only 29.

Frank was a quiet, very sweet man whom everyone liked and who worked as an engineer in research. He was very practical in many ways and had made good provisions. She received her apartment, a row house he had inherited from her parents. In addition, a million from his life insurance and another 600,000 in the joint account and in shares as well as annual income from his patents. He had whispered to her shortly before his death that the thought of knowing that she and Jon were well taken care of would make dying easier for him. She made a solemn promise to use his fortune sparingly, to send Jon to the best schools, and to give him as much as possible from the fortune to start life.

At 14 she had fallen in love with Alfie, the crush of all the girls in her school. Their relationship was very brief, she willingly allowed herself to be deflowered and they fucked a few times before he moved on to the next girls. Quantity went before quality, yet he announced to all his beta–monkeys that Lena was splendid to fuck and a horny fuckable girl. From then on she had a great choice, fell in love easily and curiously let everyone fuck and squirt inside her. She knew nothing about contraception, of course, so it was the well‐meaning goddesses who prevented worse. It must have been about 20 love affairs until she met Frank. He was already studying engineering and came from a good house.

They had come together towards the end of their school years, for both of them it was the right thing to do. While he was still in college, they had moved in together and slept together almost daily. When she had her period, she would give him a hand job. She had been shown how to do it by him, and soon she could do it so well that she could make him squirt twice, even though he stubbornly claimed he couldn't a second time. But she was used to masturbating twice in a row and was pleased that she could do the same to him. They made love sincerely and devotedly.

Although he made every effort, the most she came close to during sex was orgasm. It had never occurred to her to fake an orgasm for him. On the contrary, it was natural for them both that she masturbates immediately after he had cum, as she had been used to doing since childhood. He had tried it many times, but he just couldn't do it. He usually put a hand on her labia, under her rapidly vibrating fingers, to share in her pleasure, and gently slipped away. She usually waited a few minutes until he was deeply asleep and masturbated again because she was so used to do it twice. Fast, hard, and silently orgasming.

She mourned quietly and for a very long time, because he had become an important part of her life. They had so much in common, she couldn't let him go and meet someone else. It had already become practically a family tradition that they bathed together once a week in the big double bathtub. Little Jon grew up with that, with the pleasurable nakedness, splashing and splashing. Sometimes he would play alone with his water toys when his parents got quiet and made love in the water. They thought that it was beneficial for the boy to witness their sexuality. In time, he watched with great interest and playfully palpated his little hard‐on.

No, after his death she didn't want to meet anyone new, she had her daily orgasms while masturbating and didn't need a new man. Or sometimes she did, then she went in the evening to a small bar three streets away and let herself be towed after one–two drinks. The friendly, good‐natured barman, with whom she occasionally fucked, gave her the key to the room above the bar and collected a fifty from each man for it. She always made sure that the man put on a condom, because she did not want to get sexually ill or pregnant. Most of these unions were not worth mentioning, a few were quite good and she had orgasms with the very best. After the orgasms she cried because she had never experienced that with her husband. She became selective and stayed with those she orgasmed with. It felt so different from masturbating, especially when he lasted a long time and she flew from orgasm to orgasm.

Such a one was Friedhelm, the mechanic. The two‐metre man didn't have a big cock, smaller than Frank's and about the same size as Jon's. But he was the best, he could fuck Lena to orgasm effortlessly. Little by little she learned his life story. At 13 he tore away from home, he couldn't stand the alcoholism and the violent quarrels of his parents anymore. He came to live with his 20–year old sister, who worked as a prostitute. She put a condom on him and taught him to fuck. Incest was not a category for her, she just said hogwash! and taught him the most important thing, a condom protects him from STDs and her from an unwanted pregnancy. The thirteen year old was very teachable and they fucked as long as he lived with her, more than 12 years. They loved each other with all their hearts, all their lives.

He learned the mechanic trade from one of her friendlier pimps as well as the pimp trade. With his sister's approval, he fucked all the hookers he met. Sometimes his sister would bring one home and they would happily drink and fuck each other. Slowly, the sister was able to improve and worked in the escort service after she got free from drugs. She was soon considered the quiet e–girl, because she was poorly educated and only made up for it with her charms and extraordinary techniques.

Friedhelm had grown up, an excellent motorcycle mechanic and pimp with some girls he treated very well. They were grateful because with his height he impressed even the most audacious suitor. They gave him sex of the finest in return, and he enjoyed it to the fullest. His sister had found a good and wealthy man who was completely infatuated with her and proposed marriage. Since he could no longer have children, she agreed with the proviso that she be allowed to start a family with a child. He agreed and Friedhelm was amazed when she moved back into their shared apartment. She took the condom packet from his hand and said she wanted it naturally. With a strange shyness she told him she wanted a child, a child by him. It took some time before she explained everything to him. So it happened that they now worked day and night on this child. It was the first time he had cum in her vagina, he was terribly excited. It was a completely new, wonderful feeling to cum not into the condom as he was used to, but into her vagina. He had to squirt, as often as he could, his semen very deep into her vagina. She received him full of love, masturbated dreaming about her baby and clinging to him during orgasms. Then she drove him wildly to squirt very very deep inside her so that she finally conceived. It took almost a whole year for her to get pregnant and marry her impatient, ardent suitor.

His sister had it good, living luxuriously in a large house right by the sea, raising her little daughter with lots of love and attention, something she had never received. Her husband showered her with his great love and was as much in love with his daughter as she was. He really didn't care who had made his wife the child and never addressed it.

Friedhelm loved the little drinking bouts he celebrated with his girls. Often there were three or four of them and his manhood was challenged as he mounted one after the other. The girls sang boisterous obscenities and cheered him and his partner on with obscene words. Although none of them were lesbians, the alcohol made them drop all inhibitions as they masturbated each other to orgasms or masturbated completely in seclusion. It was a beautiful, joyful time.

Friedhelm sighed deeply before continuing to narrate in a dull voice. He carried on with his life until one day Russian gangs began to take over the scene. One evening he came face to face with a pack of gunmen. He was told to clear the field or die here. He hit the leader on the head, just once with his fist. "He just keeled over, I didn't want to kill him!" The Russians ran away, the giant had killed their chief with a single blow of his fist. He suffered greatly from having beaten a man to death, had nightmares and cried, although the Russian himself was a multiple murderer. Of course, the Russians gave anonymous tips to the police and he had to flee. He swung on his machine and now rolled from town to town, under false names and changing precincts every year. Lena was almost heartbroken when he wouldn't make another appointment after a year. He had to move on, he said sadly, and disappeared from her life forever. She cried, because he had become very close to her.

A few months after Frank's death, they resumed bathing together weekly. Jon grew taller and taller, looking greedily at her nakedness and getting strong erections. His shapely cock had very little foreskin and his glans was almost always exposed. She showed herself without any shame, his eyes wandering from her full breasts down to her pubic hair and gazing at her pubic cleft for a long time.

They had many nice bath times, mostly he sat in the water with his back leaning against her. She reached around him, washed his chest and belly, then she reached onto his cock. She washed his cock very gently and rubbed it afterwards, as she always did. He was still too young to squirt at 9. She pulled the foreskin back over the glans as she rubbed, until his cock throbbed slightly. He growled in satisfaction. No, never would she give him a hand job!

Jon was growing, he was turning 12, and his cock had grown a bit too. When his cock throbbed, a few drops would squirt out and she would stop immediately because she would never, ever do it. A few months later his drops got thicker, from then on she stopped at the first sign. She would hold his cock and let the heavy drops ooze out and fall into the water. If she was careless, when she rubbed him, his semen splashed in irregular, halting jets. Mostly, though, she stopped in time and held his cock tightly while the semen spilled out sluggishly and irregularly and fell into the water. No, she would never let it come to that! She sighed deeply when she became aware of the contradiction. He loved it when she first rubbed, then held his cock motionless, circling his glans with her thumb until the semen oozed out and dripped lazily into the bathwater.

She knew full well she would never give him a hand job, ever. She let her thumb circle on his glans until the semen came out or spurted out – that wasn't a handjob after all! She knew that was exactly where she was headed. For weeks she did nothing to stop the semen from spurting out every time she rubbed it. But she always stopped immediately because she was still making a vague distinction between rubbing and a handjob.

When she bathed him, she questioned him thoroughly as she reached around him and rubbed his cock strokingly. He had grown to love masturbating and squirting and did it frequently, several times a day, but she already knew that. Carefully she approached the subject of acrobatics. Not wanting to embarrass him, she mentioned that she happened to see it a few days ago. He told her that he did it practically every day since Sam was gone. She remembered Samuel, the chubby‐cheeked boy from his class. Jon told her that Sam always wanted it in his mouth. Amazed, she listened to him talk about mouth fucking and squirting in his mouth, describing how nice it was to squirt in a warm mouth. No, she thought, she would never, ever do that!

She motioned him to kneel down opposite her in the bathwater. She looked directly at his erection in front of her face, then carefully reached out with two fingers and slowly slipped the foreskin back and forth. She made sure that the foreskin stroked over the glans, back and forth. Mostly he pushed his pelvis forward until his glans touched her lips. He seemed to like it a lot, but she pushed him back after a while. He wanted to cum in her mouth, of course, as he had done with Sam. She definitely did not want that, ever! He mostly rested his hands on her breasts and caressed her breasts and nipples, because that felt good to her, she had said. His cock aimed at her face, as if he wanted to cum right on her. He pushed forward with his pelvis until his glans touched her lips, while she kept rubbing incessantly. He pushed his glans between her lips, up to her tongue. She reluctantly allowed that, but only as far as her tongue. She rubbed the foreskin back and forth over the glans very quickly and firmly, for several minutes. She pressed her tongue against the glans to keep it from entering her mouth completely.

Actually, she didn't mind having his glans in her mouth, right down to her tongue as she rubbed it. He suspected it, she knew it. She formed a ring with her fingers and rubbed his glans with all her might, as fast as she could, until suddenly he stiffened quite firmly. She turned her head briefly, releasing the glans from her lips. The way he obviously wanted it, she didn't want it, he shouldn't squirt into her mouth again! She had already misjudged the time so often and the little rogue, who had pressed his glans between her lips up to her tongue, had squirted quite surprisingly, onto her tongue and even further. Her mouth involuntarily opened a bit and more of his semen splashed into her mouth. The semen tasted a little salty as she immediately pushed it away, as she always did.

She held his cock pointed straight down, into the bathwater. He groaned and she continued until he had squirted it all into the bath water. Mostly, though, he squirted on her breasts because he found that much more exciting. She let him do it and smiled. But he shouldn't get into the habit of squirting in her mouth, she thought. At the same time, she knew he would try again next time. Everytime.

She wanted to know what gave little Samuel a kick, so she gave in to curiosity once–twice and let him cum to the end of rubbing in her mouth and rubbing him until he finished squirting, but it gave her no kick at all. Yes, she pulled her tongue back completely a few times and let him squirt his seed into her mouth completely unhindered, but it didn't bring her any closer to Sam at all. She kept swallowing the semen and other than a slightly salty taste, she felt nothing. To Jon, of course, she pretended that she had made a mistake in timing. In the end, all she achieved was that he tried all the more eagerly to penetrate between her lips.

In the break before the second time he caressed her breasts, she loved that. She lathered her sex with a soft terry cloth and washed herself with lascivious movements, tantalizingly slow. He looked greedily at her cunt and erected very slowly. On the first round, she rubbed his cock in front of her face with the risk of it penetrating between her lips. On the second round, she rubbed his cock only facing the water, but much harder. After a while she grabbed his cock, demonstratively held it vertically down between his thighs and started rubbing slowly. In the second round, she had to form a ring with her index finger and thumb very early on and pull it along the entire length of the shaft. She also had to rub much faster and harder, because it took quite a long time before she could let him squirt into the bath water or onto her breasts.

They had to talk about it. Yes, he was supposed to stand for the first round so she wouldn't have to bend down to him. He was allowed to put his cock between her lips. If she wanted it, she would let him cum in her mouth, but the glans was only allowed to penetrate to her lips, no mouth fucking, ever, no way! Otherwise he was allowed to squirt on her breasts. Nothing changed about the break and the second round. That was the deal.

Jon found that she only let him squirt on her breasts when he fidgeted impatiently or tried mouth‐fucking. When he stood still, she puckered her lips into a soft kissing mouth and pressed his glans into it as she rubbed him. When squirting, she opened her kissing mouth a bit and let him squirt into her mouth. This pleased Jon because she always knew exactly when he was going to squirt. She puckered her kissing mouth and her lips enclosed his glans, tightly. She started sucking and didn't stop sucking until he was done. Then her lips and tongue played around the glans until his cock went limp. Jon felt with all his senses how much she loved him. She let him cum in her mouth and on her breasts, respectively, during the bathing days of the next year, because it was just innocent rubbing, not a handjob!

No, she would never do that! But time was working against her. He wiggled his butt restlessly against her pubic. No, that — never! He didn't want to kneel down anymore and whispered hoarsely that she should please do it right, properly. She laid him across her lap like a Pietà figure and grasped his cock with a sigh. Silently, she rubbed his cock like she used to give Frank handjobs. It was no longer a childish rubbing, it was a real handjob. She knew she was throwing away her good intentions with this handjob and starting a whole new chapter. She paid attention to his reactions and made it very intimate and sensitive until he jerked violently and cum.

After a while he turned to her, encircled her with his arms and put his face on her big breasts. Stammering uncertainly, he searched for words. She reassured him smiling and explained everything, it was the first clarification she gave him. She explained to him the handjob and that it was quite normal and right for a boy his age to do the handjob to himself. Jon didn't say anything because they both knew that he had been doing it all along. Still, she wanted to reassure him that it was perfectly fine for him to give himself a handjob and that it was perfectly normal, healthy and natural. After that, she explained to him about fucking and that this was how babies were made when the woman got pregnant in the process. She sat down on the edge of the tub and spread her legs so he could look at and feel everything closely. When he stood up with a flushed face and a hard erection, she smilingly gave him another hand job standing up and let him squirt the semen on her breasts. They continued to bathe happily.

The next time they bathed, while the bath water was still running in, she spontaneously hugged him, for a very long time. She felt his erection growing until his cock pressed quite stiffly against her pubic hair. No, she would never allow him to do that, never! He pressed his cock between her tightly closed legs, right under her labia, and hugged her even tighter. He knew in theory how to fuck, made some hasty fucking movements and squirted between her tightly closed legs. She felt his squirting, right under her labia. No, never would she let that happen! When his cock went limp, she turned to the bathtub and they bathed happily, him leaning back against her breasts. Not a word did she address this thigh‐fucking. Later, when he tentatively whispered sitting in the bath water, please do it now, she gave him a hand job, lifted his butt and cock out of the water and made him cum high into the air. She hugged him tightly and they laughed with pleasure.

He was so thrilled that before the next bath he again pressed his erect cock between her legs and thrust until he squirted. So that's how the fucking went! Each of his attempts to penetrate higher and thrust between her labia, she fought off with a smile and quickly pulled his cock out of her vaginal cleft to wedge it deeper between her thighs. No, she would never, never allow that!

The squirting between her closed thighs stopped because she showed him something new. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and had to keep his erection facing forward very still. She gently sat on his thighs, reached down and embraced the penis shaft with her labia. She was now churning back and forth on his cock, faster and faster, until he squirted. This was much more arousing for her too. The difficult thing about this game was that in her overzealousness she often impaled his cock with her vagina. It often happened that he was already squirting when she impaled him excitedly and then quickly pulled out the squirting fellow. Nevertheless, she immediately decided to prevent conception. Despite these little mishaps, they both loved it very much, all year long.

During the whole next year, the labia riding on his cock increased, the handjobs became quite rare. She liked this riding on the cock very much, because she could savor her excitement for a very long time, although she did not orgasm at the beginning. More and more often, the little rogue managed to get herself impaled just before she squirted, while she thrust and thrust wildly with arousal. And then to cum quickly, because she usually did not notice. Again and again he took advantage of the situation when she got aroused and darted really fast to deliberately stick his cock in and cum in her vagina. The little rogue, whom she had repeatedly forbidden to penetrate, pulled his cock out again after the first shot to hypocritically squirt the rest outside. She didn't scold him for it, she was preventing.

At the very beginning, she figured out how to ride to rub her clit against his cock and orgasm. During her first orgasm, she pressed him close, and when he asked, she kept quiet and gasped. Later she explained to him that was the way girls squirted, although girls of course didn't squirt. Her ears perked up when he said he would have guessed if she had been waving a hand underwater so far. She had always been scrupulously careful not to let him notice her underwater masturbation and underwater orgasms when she sat behind him. She had been sure all along that she had succeeded in keeping her masturbation secret.

Her ears burned as he happily recounted how skillfully he managed to watch her anyway, even though he couldn't make out any details in the foam‐dimmed water. Her orgasm didn't surprise him, because that's how girls squirted, even if girls couldn't squirt. They both laughed heartily and she took it upon herself not to make a big secret of it anymore.

She had loved masturbating in the bathwater as a child. If her mother came in too early to dry off, she would smile blushingly and leave immediately. Her beloved father was much more curious and withdrew only when she had come to the end, he too smiled at her sweetly and kindly. At first he remained in the bathroom as if undecided, watching her until the finale. Again and again her mother pulled him by his shirt sleeves and tried in vain to get him out. He liked to watch her so much and resisted so that the mother had to watch her daughter masturbating and orgasming while blushing heavily. The mother blushed because the daughter so shamelessly and willingly revealed one of the best kept secrets of womanhood. A secret she had always kept from her nosy husband.

When the little daughter masturbated alone and felt that he was watching her secretly, a childish feeling of naive wanting to exhibit came over her. Before she finished, she lifted her bottom up so that her abdomen and rapidly vibrating fingers were sticking out of the water. She rubbed like this until she orgasmed and her abdomen bobbed up and down rhythmically and involuntarily. Was there really someone standing behind the ajar door in the darkness or was there no one, was the shadowy really her father watching her and smiling at her quite sweetly?

At 13 her girlish body changed, she got embarrassingly large breasts and a dark fuzz on her pubic. Her arms and legs were too long and awkward. She closed the bathroom door and also locked out her beloved father, although she had been happy to let him watch until then. She felt a new kind of shame about her ugly body. Masturbating in the bathtub had become part of her bathing days years later, and she wouldn't let take that away from her.

Now that Jon knew, she leaned very close to his back and Jon could feel her hand behind her, chafing, rubbing and grinding. He found it very arousing when her nipples got all stiff and tickled his back. Sometimes she would clasp his cock with her free hand or tickle his testicles. When her body began to twitch, she would lean her face against his head or rest it on his neck, finally not having to suppress the gasps. She was glad they had found a viable way.

She kept coming to an orgasm while riding her labia, and he took advantage of her arousal to squirt. She bobbed on his thighs and fucked on his cock with increasing horniness, ignoring the impaling more and more often. Only rarely did she deny him anymore. When she orgasmed, she hugged him tightly and let him share in her convulsions. Jon always shuddered a little bit when she hugged him during her orgasm and pressed her breasts against him.

Lena didn't admit to herself that this was real fucking yet, no, this was just innocent cock‐riding with her labia!

The next year Jon drained the bath water and asked her to lie with her legs spread. Then he stood or knelt facing her and masturbated. She had asked him not to squirt in her face, she didn't like that. He kept looking at her open pussy, her vaginal opening and usually had to squirt quickly as a result. His semen landed on her breasts, then on her belly, on her pussy. In the course of time, he only knelt in front of her, spreading her labia with his fingers and squirting purposefully into her vaginal opening. She admonished him to keep at least a finger's width away, and he was still overjoyed to squirt directly into her vaginal opening. Sometimes the excitement made him sink forward so that the glans was stuck between her labia when he squirted, but she usually said nothing so as not to spoil his fun. He, at least, loved it very much, and she sometimes pulled his cock out when he started to squirt, so that at least most of his semen would not squirt into her vagina. She had to change something to make it go in a different direction. No, she would never let it happen!

They had discussed it, that she could watch him during his acrobatic masturbation, he seemed to be very pleased about it. So sometimes during the week she would go into his room, he would interrupt his studying and strip naked, but she would sit on a chair right behind him so he couldn't look at her. While he fucked his mouth and masturbated, she played furtively with herself under her bathrobe, orgasming only when he was still violently engaged. This went quite well throughout the year and was a horny secret for them both. He usually wanted a second time and asked her to lie on his bed. He opened her robe and spread her legs, then looked at her pubic and vagina with rising horniness and quickly got an erection. He spread her labia with his fingers until her vaginal entrance opened wide, then he masturbated and stared at her cunt and into her vagina as if hypnotized. As he squirted, his glans thrust forward and she had to be careful as hell that he didn't squirt all his seed into her vagina. But if she had interrupted her masturbation because he finished faster than her, she was so mentally absent that she noticed the squirting much too late. He thrust his glans in between his fingers and squirted into her vagina. She hissed at him, though he grinned broadly as she pooled his seed out of her vagina with a handkerchief. Anyway, he had to listen to the thunder, no penetration, no fucking and after masturbating only squirt on, not in the vagina!

Every two or three weeks she met with her friends, usually privately at one of them, for girls' night out. There were usually eight of them, sometimes less. There was wine and beer, then booze. And of course there were only two topics: Men and sex. When, after beer and wine, the booze went round, all the dams were broken. There was probably nothing they didn't reveal. As far as their husbands, affairs and sex were concerned, they all did their best, only Lena kept quiet because she was a young widow and didn't want to reveal that she sometimes prostituted herself in the bar. Another time it was the turn of masturbation, and it was amazing what techniques, devices and frequencies came out. Here Lena was able to participate and told everything openly and honestly, of course without mentioning Jon. Very often lesbianism came up. Lena was most astonished because almost all the others had had things with each other, briefly or recurrently, some masturbating together, some masturbating or licking each other. All but her had had relations with women outside their circle of friends at least once, but most frequently. For Lena, a no–go.

At some point, their children's sexuality came up. All reported that they had caught their children masturbating more or less often. Gabi's daughter, despite being 9, often spent entire afternoons masturbating, but everyone agreed that was fine. After a few more drinks, Claudia and Julia admitted to giving their 15 and 16–year old sons handjobs in the bathroom, respectively. This was widely reported with all the juicy details, and everyone took great pleasure in it. It was just okay and perfectly fine to tap the son's semen, because they would have girlfriends someday anyway.

The thing with the sons came up again and again, but Julia and Claudia were the only ones who told it openly. Claudia told that she only did it in the bathroom. She described in great detail how she gave him the handjob, usually every day and that she did it by the wash basin so she could rinse his semen away. He had to strip naked and stand by the wash basin. She kept her panties on when she stood next to him, but usually she was still naked from the shower. He was allowed to stroke and touch her all over while she masturbated his cock. After he cum, he would put his fingers in her vagina, but she didn't like that. She kindly tolerated it and didn't move when he played with her big clit. She tolerated it kindly and didn't move either while he sensitively masturbated her with his fingers until after what felt like an eternity she orgasmed twitching and gasping, because before that he never stopped. No, she always masturbated only alone or with friends, this woman thing she kept secret from her husband and her son, although he obviously knew about it. It happened again and again in the last time that he wanted to squirt on her breasts and body, that was fine and excited her a bit, she then took off her panties.

When he stood upside down to the washstand and masturbated himself, she knew he wanted to squirt on her breasts and belly, but more recently on her pubic cleft. So she faced him and spread her labia with her fingers. She felt a little ashamed because she thought she had a clit too big, half the size of her little finger. This, she assured herself, could only come from frequent masturbation, which she had started at the age of 7. Everyone objected, but she believed it, she would not be dissuaded. Lena thought it was wrong, because she also masturbated since childhood, at least twice a day and more often on bath days, but her tiny clit stiffened when she masturbated, but it had remained as small as ever.

Claudia's clit was normally between her labia, but because the boy rubbed his dancing glans against her clit when she masturbated, it turned dark red and straightened up a bit. She was ashamed of her arousal as well as the visible signs of her clit. She found nothing wrong with it when he came closer and closer and squirted directly onto her pussy or into her vaginal opening. She didn't really mind either if he pressed his glans firmly against her vaginal opening while squirting. She didn't care that he squirted into her vagina, that could logically happen. It was logical that his semen squirted into her vagina when he pressed the glans directly into her small vaginal opening, but that was not fucking. No, he was not allowed to penetrate, and Lena added in her mind, not yet. Claudia assured them that she would never, never, never let him fuck her, his cock would be much too big for her small tight vagina. Some in the group nodded in agreement, they had explored Claudia's vagina themselves. Nobody knew if Claudia used contraception. The round listened to her with open mouth.

Julia initially told the same story, perhaps with the variation that she mostly stood behind him and snuggled up to him while she reached around and masturbated him. Unlike Claudia, they were both always naked. Most of the time he turned to her after squirting, stroking and caressing her from top to bottom, and Julia let him, even if he touched her cunt. Sometimes he half‐heartedly tried to masturbate her, but he never succeeded and she didn't help him either. Most of the time he wanted it a second time, so she knelt in front of him and let his semen splash on her breasts. More and more often he masturbated in her mouth and squirted in, but his sperm she spit out with contempt. Lena couldn't understand this contempt at all, because she swallowed Jon's sperm quite easily, and she loved him more than anything. Julia had to describe it in great detail, she was asked about everything possible and one evening it slipped out that he was fucking her as well.

In the round it became dead quiet, now Julia had to tell everything. That she fucked with her husband only once in a century – here everyone shrieked with pleasure, because it happened to them all – and did not have to use contraception during their affairs, because she was infertile after the heavy birth. Yes, her only son Hans was no longer satisfied with the handjobs she gave him every other day while they showered together. He explored her more and more thoroughly and one day he quickly lifted her onto the washstand, penetrated her vagina and fucked her squirting inside. For Julia it was natural and she didn't make a problem out of it, maybe she just wanted to sound as cool as Claudia. However, she demanded that he could only take her from behind, and Lena immediately thought so they wouldn't look each other in the face. Now Julia was standing in front of the washstand and the 16–year old was invading her from behind. No, she answered reluctantly to the girls, not in the butt! In this position she could secretly masturbate without him seeing it and without her peeing herself to him. No, she didn't want to masturbate openly in front of him, she didn't want him to watch her. Maybe he got something, because she always masturbated while getting fucked until he squirted. For her, none of this was a problem as long as they did it secretly. That was now the topic of conversation for this and the next meetings.

On one of the following girls' nights, Evi dropped a bombshell. Evi, the slim, flat‐chested bookseller, who was known to have been asexual with her husband for ten years. They had tried everything, but he just couldn't. Only when he watched her masturbate would he sometimes get an erection, then she would quickly give him a hand job and take his cock in her mouth as he squirted. For he was a loving father to their 15–year old son and a loving husband. They had agreed that she was free, but neither the rare quickies in cars with fogged windows nor the passionless lesbian shenanigans satisfied her. She eventually stuck to masturbating from the time she went to bed until she fell asleep under the cozy–warm covers, unless her husband wanted to watch. While she read, she played with her cunt, and depending on the erotic level of her evening reading, she orgasmed half a dozen times while reading before turning out the light. If it wasn't erotic reading, she would put the book aside as often as she felt the typical tingling sensation, flip back the covers and masturbate with concentration. Sometimes her husband would get an erection when she orgasmed, holding her legs wide apart high in the air and thrusting her pelvis up as if to receive the seed of All‐Father Zeus.

From an early age, she showered with her son every other day, they stood close together in the tiny shower tray. From a young age, she watched his erections and hoped he would have it better than his father. Six months ago, she had noticed the stains in his sheet, whereupon she put paper handkerchiefs on his bedside table and said it was quite right and perfectly normal to squirt, but please clean yourself off with the handkerchief, which he understood.

Since she raised no objections and encouraged him with a benevolent smile, he masturbated while showering. More and more often he squirted his semen on her body, then concentrated on her clean‐shaven pubic area. Later, he pressed his squirting glans on her pubic cleft and she decided to make up for what she had missed. She unfolded the plastic recliner and lay down in it. She beckoned him to come and then she enlightened him in detail about sex and the female genitalia. She explained every detail to him, including the clit, and that it was for girls to masturbate. She let him touch everything, but he did not dare to reach into the vagina. With increasing horniness, she saw that his cock was rapidly stiffening. He examined the clit for a very long time and tried to rub it instinctively. She took his finger and showed him how girls masturbate. She told him to keep it up, leaned back relaxed and let him masturbate her. She closed her eyes because it felt so good.

How did it feel to fuck, he asked softly, and stopped masturbating her, although she would have liked it so much if he had continued until her orgasm, because she was already close to it. Without hesitation, she picked him up and let him lay on top of her. With one hand she grabbed his cock and slowly inserted it into her vagina. Then she put her hands on his buttocks and guided him, first carefully, then faster. He didn't last long and squirted with his features distorted with pleasure. The groping, fucking, squirting and especially the masturbating had excited her very much, she pushed him away and masturbated. Watching her made him very horny, and before she started to orgasm and gasp for air, he mounted her again. She had to orgasm instantly and her slim body, her flat breasts twitched convulsively. He too, his cock in her vagina, was shaken violently. Passive and exhausted, she allowed herself to be fucked for a long time and sighed contentedly as he squirted.

There was a great silence, then Julia asked how it went on? Evi reported that she was giving him handjobs for now, but he demanded more and was sometimes allowed to fuck her. No, not always, just sometimes. Yes, in the shower, standing up, mostly from behind. Yes, when he fucked her, she masturbated at the same time and usually took much longer than he did. She had neither guilt– nor shame about it and had raised him that way. After all, she had encouraged him to masturbate while showering, why shouldn't she do it too? Yes, they usually masturbated at the same time, body to body because of the confinement in the shower, shoulders and heads nestled together. Leaning close together, they both felt each other's masturbation.

A hot debate rose, because hardly one wanted to imagine to masturbate in front of her son, even to let him watch this most private doing. Evi had of course obliged him to silence, because sons are not allowed to fuck with their mothers, no one, really no one should know! And she would have to come up with something for contraception, a babble of voices broke out, each had suggestions and tips.

A few weeks later there was news from Claudia, her son had broken the barrier. Claudia, small, corpulent and always proud of her enormous bosom, had a quite dear husband, but being almost 40 years older, he had urged her to get the physical outside. She had very few lesbian encounters because few wanted a fat woman to make love to. She rather had quickies and told her husband about them frankly while trying to bring his half‐dead sparrow to life. They both loved their passionate blowjobs. And of course he knew nothing about what was happening in the bathroom. Her handsome son was amazingly at least a head taller than her and had a big, thick cock. When she gave him a handjob, she shuddered at the thought of being fucked by that huge thing. After all, her vagina was much too tight and small, just right for her husband's small cock. And that the small‐dicked one could not be the father of the big‐dicked one, she had always known. She had already cheated on her indulgent husband during their honeymoon and again afterwards. If he wanted to know, she told him everything truthfully, because that increased the probability of an erection. He liked to fuck her as long as they were newlyweds, although he was never good at it.

Lena had already guessed and suspected a bit that Claudia didn't want to be behind Julia and Evi in terms of coolness and had forced the events herself. Her son was not satisfied with Claudia willingly spreading her labia and letting him squirt in her vaginal entrance. Almost without transition, he penetrated deep into her vagina to cum. She had almost cried out in her pain, his brutal penetration into her much too small vagina hurt a lot.

It was only a tiny little step the other day, then he fucked her standing up, after she helped him to push his thick giant thing with lube into her vagina. All her resolutions were gone, she took it almost indifferently and distantly, because he couldn't last long. His fucking did not excite her at all, the pain of penetration reverberated too much. It got much better when she propped herself up on the washstand with both arms and received him from behind. With her back to him, she worked her clitoris and vaginal entrance beforehand in all secrecy, so that he wouldn't notice. With this she wanted to prepare herself for his penetration and also apply the lubricant. He guided his thick glans along her ass crease down to the perineum, then between her labia. She strained forward to grab the cock as early as possible, helping with her fingers to let it enter her vagina. It irritated her that he was spreading her big ass cheeks apart with all his might and teasing her butt hole with his fingers as he fucked her. He overrode her objections and stuck his finger deep into her butt hole.

While squirting, his cock kept bumping firmly against her cervix and he thrust his finger deep into her butt hole at the same pace, which she found irritatingly arousing. After squirting, he left his soft piston in her vagina and masturbated her much too large clit until she orgasmed shuddering and trembling. She often told him that he had to last much, much longer and delay squirting as long as possible to satisfy a woman. He didn't listen to her, rammed quickly and squirted as fast as he could.

What she concealed from the girls was that she waited quite longingly for the moments when he embraced her from behind with one arm and stroked and caressed her low‐hanging breasts. Then she knew right away what would follow and shudderingly stretched her abdomen and vagina forward like an open shell. With one hand on a breast, with the other hand he briefly caressed her pubis and labia, then masturbated her clit. Even if it took a long time, he gave her a violent, shattering orgasm. He never gave up. And he could do it better than anyone before.

Moreover, she thought, fucking standing up was uncomfortable, but they only had the option of fucking in the bathroom. And lying down on the bathroom floor was not possible? Lena silently wondered, while everyone else bombarded Claudia with questions. Lena was too stupid with the questions, when, how many times, why couldn't he do it a second time? Why didn't Claudia know that many men also finger fucked women in the butt hole while fucking them?

At the next girls' night, the topic was again whether and who caught his child masturbating or watched secretly. Some reported with the most accurate descriptions, of which Lena thought only a few were true. Lena had mainly listened, because she did not want in any case to reveal her secrecy with Jon. Only in a pause of silence did she mention that she had watched her son perform his acrobatic autofellatio a few times. After she explained the foreign word, everyone looked wide‐eyed, but probably no one believed her.

After everyone left, Renate took Lena aside and said she wanted to see it. Really, she wanted to watch Jon do it. Renate spoke forcefully to Lena, who gradually gave up her skepticism and thought she understood Renate. She said she would talk to him and let him know. Renate surprisingly gave her a very intimate kiss, she kissed Lena with a passion she knew only from men, but she returned the French kiss just as passionately. It was one of the most beautiful and longest French kisses she could remember, the first French kiss with a woman. Somehow it did very well and was completely okay. Claudia came out of the bathroom and cleared her throat, protesting loudly, ending the wonderful kiss. Lena said goodbye, she will try, honestly!

One of the following days she got a chance to talk to Jon about it. She had another dropout and was thinking about the beautiful French kiss with Renate, Jon had pushed his glans between her labia and already squirted. Jon was surprised that she had not intervened as usual and that there was no thunder either. Instead, Lena reached for a paper handkerchief and thoughtfully cleaned her vagina. I need to talk to you about something, she said, and Jon sat down next to her while she explained what Renate wanted.

Of course he refused at first, also he suspected she had told his secret to all her friends, but she lied, it was only Aunt Renate who knew. After a long time he finally said he would agree if he got something in return. She said they still had to discuss exactly how it should go, but then cautiously asked what it was. He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then whispered hoarsely, fuck in the mouth and squirt.

Lena knew immediately that this was okay with her, because she had gotten a taste years ago when he had cum in her mouth hundreds of times while rubbing her. But deep thrusting or mouth fucking, no, she had never allowed him to do that. She pestered him a bit about what he wanted and how exactly, and if he still knew she didn't want to be sprayed in the face? Jon assured her he knew and wouldn't let her down. But it was so nice to fuck a warm mouth and cum in it, he said. Lena let him keep talking while she had long since started playing with his cock.

So, come on, she said. Jon broke off his speech and quickly knelt down to her left and right. Lena masturbated him slowly, then faster and faster, taking his cock in her mouth. She shuddered, for it was again the first time for her to take his cock all the way into her mouth. She probed his cock with her tongue as she masturbated him with her hand. Now, Jon gasped, and she let go of his cock, but pressed her lips around his cock very tightly. He made rapid fucking motions in her mouth, and after a few minutes he squirted in assault. Lena felt the individual jets of semen with the roof of her mouth and in her throat and swallowed involuntarily. The semen tasted a little salty, and she was amazed because fucking into–her–mouth was so easy, her concerns completely gone. She sucked his glans and caressed it with her tongue until his cock went limp.

After that, they lay side by side for a very long time. Jon said how nice it was for him, and Lena said it was surprising to her and different from anything she knew, but very nice. She would prefer in the future that he squirt in her mouth, because she did not want him to squirt in her vaginal entrance anymore, she did not want to get pregnant and it was not proper for the son to fuck his mother. She didn't mention that she used contraception. Jon was silent for a long time before nodding. Okay.

Lena phoned Renate and she could come tomorrow afternoon. The other day she came, rushing in the door in a colorful, breezy summer dress. They sat down to a glass of white wine on the kitchen bench, but after a short while Renate leaned in and French‐kissed her again. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity and Lena felt Renate's hand under her bathrobe stroking its way up her thigh, touching her labia and clit with the feminine knowledge of how it does good. Lena flinched and stammered that she had never been touched intimately by a woman before. Renate stroked back a strand of her hair and apologized, saying she was more tense and horny than she had been in a long time.

Lena knocked on the landing and called to Jon that they were coming up now. At the top they entered, Jon wanted to shake Renate's hand, but she hugged him passionately, I am the aunt Renate, maybe you remember? So the small talk went on for a while, Jon sitting on the edge of the bed, Renate on a chair next to the bed and Lena behind, almost next to her. Into the silence Lena said, Jon, if you like?

Jon nodded and took off his clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed again and stroked his cock. At the same time he tried to look under Renate's skirt, because she was a feast for the eyes. Red‐blond shoulder‐length hair, slim and busty, her cleavage revealed more than it hid. She had noticed his gaze, of course, and puckered her skirt up to her knees and very slowly let her knees slide apart. The reaction was instantaneous on Jon's cock as he could see her bare thighs and panties. He lay down in front of the wall, butt and legs all the way up and arched his back and head until his cock touched his mouth. He masturbated a little and took half the cock in his mouth.

Renate gasped and Lena thought to herself, girl, what are you doing? when she noticed Renate's hand creeping up under her dress. Jon was in the middle of his demonstration and squinted backwards, his eyes fixed firmly on Renate's panties. Out of the corner of her eye, Lena watched Renate, who had her dress up to her belly button and was vigorously pushing her panties aside with her hand. She kept her eyes on Jon and masturbated very quickly. She paused briefly as she orgasmed twitching moments later and looked unblinkingly at Jon who was now literally fucking his mouth. He was already near the end, Lena noticed. Renate still saw that Jon just squirted into his open mouth, then she closed her eyes and masturbated very quickly with two fingers on the clit. Jon was done, but remained in his position and looked excitedly over at Renate, who continued masturbating for minutes. He was fascinated and sat up, he bent all the way over and looked up close at her naked pussy and the raging fingers on her clit. She had narrowed her eyes quite violently and was now quite engrossed in the final spurt. Her body trembled, now it was just one finger racing on her clit. With a soft wail, she thrust the finger deep into her vagina, then sank down and remained that way, twitching and gasping, the finger pressed firmly on the clit. Her legs were still trembling for a long time.

When she stopped shaking, she opened her eyes. She suddenly realized everything, because Jon and Lena were staring at her with their mouths open.

Jon had leaned far forward and was staring at her vaginal opening, her labia, and her still slightly throbbing clit. Standing up, her skirt fell back into place, she quickly picked up her purse and walked to the door, but turned around as if to say something else, but she couldn't make a sound. Lena gave her her best smile, Renate smiled back with a little uncertainly and disappeared, the two of them heard the door close quietly.

Jon sat up and asked what the deal was with Aunt Renate? Lena now had to reveal the second half of the enlightenment. She only felt a negative impulse for a moment, then she explained everything to him, honestly and in detail. He asked that Renate's sex looked a little different and if the big pink thing on Renate was the clit, he wanted to know and she knew exactly what he meant. Her own clit was tiny in comparison and hidden under a bonnet, so Jon had probably never seen it. She explained to him that all people have different sizes. Breasts, cocks, clits, labia. He understood about women masturbating, but he still had one question. Yes, she answered, usually in the evening before going to sleep, once– or twice. Be honest, she chided herself, and added, usually also when I come up to watch you. And on bath day, but you know that.

Naturally, another question burned on his tongue, and she listened within. Renate's passionate kiss, a woman's hand on her sex, Jon's demonstration, Renate's unrestrained masturbation . . . all this had made her horny. Yes, she could do it to herself now and he could watch her, right now, Lena said. She dropped the bathrobe and stood still, enjoying his greedy, feverish look at her nakedness, even though he had seen her naked a thousand times while bathing. She was, after all, a pretty young woman in her mid‐30s, her beautiful, Egyptian‐looking face framed by shoulder‐length black hair. A few streaks of loopy white hair had been running through her black hair since Frank had died. She was not entirely satisfied with her small, full breasts; they used to be much larger. She was of slender build, with narrow hips and shapely legs. Above her vaginal entrance just a small, black bush of hair which she trimmed from time to time. The pubic cleft itself was completely hairless like a little girl's, her labia formed narrow bulges and her clit was not visible from the outside.

Then she lay down on the bed, dropped her knees to the side and he crouched down in front of her, wanting to see everything in detail. You are only the second person to see this, the first was your father Frank, she said, completely forgetting her father. That memory had faded long ago. Jon nodded. She started very slowly and masturbated faster and faster. Jon had bent all the way over her sex and could see Lena's clit. It was much smaller than Renate's, he thought, it was like a tiny spike and her fingers danced wildly on it. She fantasized all the time that Renate was masturbating her. It took long minutes for her to reach her orgasm. At the moment of orgasm, she stuck a finger deep into her vagina to further excite the G–spot.

Jon had masturbated at the same time as her and greedily displaced that finger, immediately thrusting his glans into her still pulsating vaginal opening at her orgasm, further he dared not penetrate – he knew he was not allowed to. He masturbated during the squirting and continued afterwards until his cock went limp. She felt his seed shoot into her vagina, pulsing and warm, but she was too exhausted and weary from her orgasm to do anything about it. On the contrary, it felt good to feel his glans pulsing and spitting in her fading orgasm, bouncing in her vaginal entrance as he continued to masturbate for a long time. She stroked his mop of hair as she got up and headed for the shower.

Another day, she took a little detour to stop by Renate's house and talk about yesterday's events. Renate opened the door and was very surprised. Lena saw that she was wearing only a gauzy, translucent nothing, under which she was visibly naked. They sat down in the kitchen and talked it out. No, Renate was just strongly exhibitionistic and did not downplay the fact that she had been so revealing. She was just amazed and bewildered afterwards at the surprise in Lena's and Jon's facial expressions. She laughed uproariously when Lena reported that she had unplanned to educate Jon about female masturbation and the female orgasm. She embezzled the practical demonstration. Renate laughed and, still laughing, got up, dragging the astonished Lena behind her, into the bedroom.

With a slight movement, she released the nothing from her shoulder. Lena could only absorb the even beauty of the naked woman for a moment, then Renate's hands embraced her face and a long, lightening French kiss followed. During the kissing Renate undressed her and then onto the bed without interrupting the kiss. They rolled slowly, once on top, once on the bottom, kissing and cuddling. Renate's hands turned Lena on more and more, she willingly opened her thighs as Renate's fingers teased her labia and demanded entrance. She had never been touched by a woman intimately before. Trembling with lust and greed, she let herself masturbate and her lips only released when she orgasmed.

When Renate lay down next to her and wiggled her hips, Lena knew a rematch was expected. She had never touched another woman's sex before, but she knew exactly what to do. Renate orgasmed very soon and whispered hoarsely for her to continue. Only the second time Renate got a very violent orgasm, lay there with twitching, trembling legs for a long time. She put her arms around Lena and quietly told about the many girls and women she had seduced. Lena listened with her eyes closed and felt her horniness rise again as Renate described the details of rapture and pure pleasure in such detail that she could imagine everything vividly.

Renate began to cover her whole body with small kisses. The neck, breasts, belly and belly button. Her caressing fingers prompted Lena's thighs to part as her lips continued to advance downward. Lena drew in her breath sharply as the lips and tongue excited her cunt. She opened wide as what Renate was doing excited her immensely. She squirmed as her orgasm broke loose, but Renate didn't stop, rushing her from orgasm to orgasm. Only after more than half a dozen orgasms did she grab Renate's head and pull her to her. She thanked her with a wild French kiss and tasted the spicy flavor of her own sex on Renate's tongue.

She had nothing to say, so she set about covering Renate with little kisses, slowly working her way over her breasts and belly and belly button. Renate needed no prompting, but had her thighs open wide and willingly. Lena kissed the inner thighs and looked closely at Renate's cunt. At the top, between the swollen labia, the small, light pink clit stood out prominently. She could even see directly into Renate's vagina. Now she enclosed the labia with her whole mouth and let her tongue dance on Renate's clit, just as she had just experienced it herself. Renate orgasmed most violently when Lena enclosed the clit with her lips and the tip of her tongue danced rapidly back and forth on the clit. Unlike Renate, she had to stop licking again and again because she could not continue during the violent orgasms.

Renate put on a coffee and while they drank and smoked, Renate told that her husband was coming home next week, but only for a few weeks, after that he had to go back to Asia to his dam–project. Lena coughed, being a non‐smoker, and cleverly questioned Renate. She told in colorful, detailed pictures about her husband and their love life. She found it especially interesting that Renate's husband often masturbated before penetration, with the glans sticking in her vaginal entrance, and only penetrated deeply to squirt. And that she masturbated immediately after his squirting to come to an orgasm. Both of these things seemed very familiar to Lena.

On the way home, she wondered if she and Renate were lesbians. No, she found quite soberly, at most bisexual, they both found fucking beautiful. She visited Renate three more times before her husband came home.

Immediately, as the cock‐riding threatened to continue, Lena had had a hormone injection for contraception. Jon not only liked to squirt into her mouth, more and more often he took advantage of her exhaustion and fatigue after masturbating, lowered his glans between her labia, which he spread with his fingers, and squirted. He was very satisfied that she no longer denied him. That he was not allowed to penetrate deeply to squirt and of course fuck her properly, he knew perfectly well. No, never, she would never allow that!

He had turned 15, was now as big as she was and his cock had also grown a little bigger. Lena got wet eyes more and more often, because he looked more and more like Frank and would soon also have such a big cock like his father. They had enjoyed the pleasurable bathing and sex games together over the years. Lena, when she came home from work at noon, would quite often go up to Jon's room to watch him and join in the masturbation while lying on his bed. He almost always joined her, spread her labia with his fingers, pushed his glans between her labia and squirted. A few millimeters further his glans was in her vaginal entrance and she allowed it, because she was using contraception. Millimeter by millimeter he advanced over the next few weeks, she allowed it to enter her vagina a little bit as he squirted.

Six months later, Jon began staying out in the afternoons. He reassured Lena that he was with this or that schoolmate, studying. She could tell he was lying, but she said nothing. He must have a girlfriend, she thought, and that was a good sign. It became like before, she only masturbated twice before going to sleep and all was right with the world for her. Although he stopped coming to masturbate together in the afternoon, he was always there on time on bath day. They enjoyed themselves in the bathtub and bellowed naked on his bed, of course they masturbated together and he was allowed to squirt in her vaginal vestibule. Mostly she let him penetrate a few millimeters into her vagina to squirt.

A few months later, he was back in the afternoon. He was bitter and closed off, his spine had stiffened and he could no longer do his acrobatics. She visited him in his room, assuring him that he could tell her anything, she would listen and help if he wanted. He stripped naked and sat down next to her. He hummed kindly and fondled her beautiful breasts under her robe until his erection was stiff and firm. He eased back and Lena gave him a handjob with squirt in her mouth. And a second time.

It went on for two weeks, nothing changed. He knelt between her thighs and whispered that she should masturbate, like before. And like before, he waited until she was exhausted and tired before he pressed his cock into her vaginal entrance and cum. Again they did it twice, he thrust further than usual into her vagina and squirted with contorted features, as always. After a few days, he had advanced the remaining millimeters, his cock deep inside her vagina when he squirted. No, she would never give in, she thought languidly, when he made short thrusts before squirting. No, never, she thought languidly, and Jon thrust and thrust as hard as he could before squirting.

At last he told. She was shocked, because it was Renate, who had intercepted him on the way home. He learned from her everything there was to know about fucking. Every afternoon he was allowed to fuck her as often as he could. He was irritated when she casually said she was pregnant. Was he still allowed? Sure, my love, you can only get pregnant once! He was allowed to continue loving her even when she already had a big belly. He loved it very much to make love to her like a grown man and to squirt very deeply. And then, one day, the end. My husband, the child's father, comes back from Vietnam and of course wants to be present at the birth!

Jon was stunned. The child's father. The husband. Of course, she said, it's his child, or did you think...? Her fake laugh was so fake that he normally could have recognized it. No, they had to end the affair, besides motherhood and the new family it wouldn't work, he would understand that, wouldn't he? Jon nodded bravely, swallowed his tears and wept bitterly only on the way home. Lena comforted him as best she could. But she couldn't enjoy their sex games for days.

Renate, of course, had a lot of fun with her trainee. Jon was a quick learner and a natural in bed. After just a few days, he brought her to orgasm and many times after that, which her husband had never accomplished in their 7 years of marriage, nor had anyone else. Before he left for Vietnam again, they spent many hours in bed. He fucked quite briefly and squirted like a world champion, then watched her masturbate for hours until he could again.

She had never used contraception, she always wanted a child. She was always faithful to her husband when he was home, Jon was her first and only affair. When her husband was abroad, she would randomly take any opportunity for a quickie. It didn't matter if it was a handyman, a delivery man or a salesman. She seduced almost everyone, hoping to get pregnant. But no matter how many times she let all these men squirt into her, she didn't get pregnant. No, she took them all and never thought for a moment that she was cheating on her husband. Everyone in the circle of girlfriends had children, except her.

After her husband left, she got her period. Another disappointment, but she got over it and grabbed Jon. The first time, her period stayed away. After a few days, she reported to her husband and said she would go to the doctor in the next few days. He waited anxiously for the results and was filled with joy when she told him. She was the only one who knew that Jon was the father. Only he could be.

Then she managed a masterpiece. Although her husband was a brilliant technician with skills in numbers, he let her pull the wool over his eyes when it came to pregnancy. He should still quietly hang on for 4 or 6 weeks, but take at least two months off afterwards, she would need him oh! so much during the birth and afterwards. He understood, although it was nonsense, and arranged everything as she had said. They spent the last weeks until the birth in bed. His heavily pregnant wife was on fire and he had to mount her whenever he could. Renate masturbated for hours while he caressed her fat belly. The girl she gave birth three weeks too early was fair‐skinned and red‐haired like herself. The birth was very easy, it lasted less than half an hour. Never did her husband have any doubts, never did she confess to Jon that he was the father.

Jon and Lena continued bathing together and their sexual games. They could both forget Renate, even if he told something horny now and then, because Lena was very excited by his stories. The episode that made her hottest was when Renate had invited a very young friend and he was allowed to fuck them both to exhaustion. Taking Renate from behind while she was licking the girlfriend. Renate's fingers jealously rubbing the girl's clit while he fucked the girl because she wanted to be fucked immediately despite her big belly.

Renate only brought very young girls and Jon was fine with that because he was curious about their different bodies, their breasts, clits and vaginas. One of the girls was certainly not yet 14 and wriggled pleasurably under Renate's fingers while he made every effort to penetrate her hymen. Only when Renate let the little girl orgasm violently did he manage to tear her hymen. She laughed through tears, orgasm after orgasm, while he fucked her hard. That afternoon he squirted as many times as he could into the girl's vagina, as Renate had meant that she was too young to get pregnant, he should just squirt in hard! Jon could unleash the wild dragons in Lena's abdomen with these stories.

Lena always had stories told to her by Anna, the hermaphrodite. Renate sometimes brought Anna, who was about her age. Jon was completely confused, she was a woman, with breasts and all, but she had a real man's dick! Renate explained it to him, Anna had a cock, but no scrotum, the testicles were hidden in her abdomen. Underneath she had a small, real vagina, as small as that of a 13–year old girl. Anna told him not to go too deep, it would hurt. First of all, Renate always let Anna fuck her, but she did not get an orgasm and masturbated after fucking. Jon categorically refused to fuck Anna in the butt, which she would have preferred. He liked fucking her, her vagina was small, very tight and not very deep. He was very careful not to penetrate too deeply, only when he came his glans dabbed a little on the soft resistance at the end of her vagina. He asked anxiously if it hurt, but she denied it and said he was welcome to push as far as he wanted. She didn't tell him that she had already been fucked by bigger cocks and, out of tact, didn't say that his cock wasn't as big as she had first suspected. He fucked her passionately and squirted into her small blind vagina. It was always very strange to look at her soft cock as he fucked, wiggling back and forth and very gradually becoming erect. It was also strange that Anna always got very sad while fucking and sometimes had tears in her eyes when he cum in her vagina. Afterwards she said it was nothing, but Jon guessed she was so sad because she couldn't have children.

Sometimes they also made a sandwich, that is, Anna fucked Renate, he fucked Anna at the same time. When she orgasmed and squirted deep into Renate's vagina, her vagina contracted rhythmically, further exciting him. Anna lowered her head like a very sad child each time he fucked her, while Jon cummed in her vagina. In truth, these afternoons with Anna were exciting. When Renate wanted to be fucked again, she told Jon to make Anna's cock stiff again. For the first time, he gave a handjob to a man or a woman, respectively. He couldn't stop until Anna, her face contorted in pain, squeezed a few small drops of semen out of her glans.

One afternoon Renate didn't feel like screwing after a long phone call, just sat grumpily by and watched the two of them silently. Anna had Jon all to herself. They both paid no attention at all to the annoyed brooding Renate. He asked Anna to lie down and examined her private parts again. I can't find your clit, he mewed, and she replied that she didn't have one. She didn't have foreskin either, they would have circumcised her right after birth, but she never found out why. When he wanted to know how she masturbated, she said like a man, because her vagina could not be sufficiently stimulated. And she was into anal sex since she moved in certain circles. With good anal sex she got an orgasm and squirted without touching herself.

What he liked best, Anna asked, and Jon immediately replied, mouth fucking! Anna said, okay, with me you can do a deepthroat and explained it to him. After putting a pad under her head, he put his cock in her mouth. She pushed him further on his butt cheek until the glans was very deep in her throat. She gave him a little slap on the butt, he fucked as fast as he could. It felt like he was fucking in an extremely tight vagina and squirted deep into her throat. When she sat up, she laughed at his questions and said that she had already had to deal with completely different calibers. Subsequently, she let him squirt deep down her throat on afternoons they spent together. Jon was in seventh heaven.

They fucked all afternoon. On the first pass, he held Anna's erection in his hand and rubbed lightly while he fucked her. After the squirting, he finished the handjob and let Anna's semen splash over her beautiful breasts and onto her belly, such pressure she had on it. During the breaks they cuddled, the tongue kisses were intense as Jon couldn't take his fingers off her beautiful breasts. Anna stroked his cock without masturbating him, bringing about one erection after another. As many times as he could get erect, they fucked again and he held her erect cock tightly, although she stopped squirting after the first pass. When Jon went limp, Anna masturbated alone and was able to squirt a little more, then they were both done. It was one of the best afternoons for them both.

Anna told nothing of her childhood, only that her parents liked to put her away to live their own lives. Anna was one disappointment, they would never have grandchildren. At 13 she entered a boarding school for girls and was an attraction from the first day. At first they only wanted to look, touch carefully, rub anxiously and let her squirt full of disgust. Anna had grown a thick skin and didn't mind them standing in circles around her when a girl wanted to be fucked. They needn't be afraid, she assured them, her semen contained too little sperm, which was only half true. No, she didn't remember how many she had fucked, but there were a lot, also a lot of virgins she had deflowered. It was almost like an epidemic of dares and proofs of coolness. She got kicked out in her third year because someone had anonymously told the principal about her dick and fucking every night.

She dropped out of school and worked in a night bar as a waitress. The barman rented her out to his well‐heeled clientele within a short time, almost always involving anal sex or deepthroating. The bartender didn't take all the money from her, she soon had a good reputation and was able to buy a fancy convertible car at 18. After ten years she could no longer suppress her preference for girls, but most lesbians wanted nothing to do with her cock. However, she could always find couples who were bisexual, or at least one of them. She also satisfied some single, bisexual or lesbian girls. Her reputation spread in the relevant circles, soon she left the bar behind and lived off the bisexuals and lesbians. It also happened that the lesbian partner also let her fuck her, just to experience what it was like to be fucked by her cock. These relationships often lasted for years.

Anna snorted her powder with a tiny spoon. Jon didn't want drugs and just listened patiently, because that's when Anna became talkative. She was with Renate in this boarding school, and the small, shy girl Renate watched all the orgies, but did not dare to join. Anna was in love with the little beauty and when everyone had gone to bed to sleep or to masturbate a little, she would sit by Renate's bed and caress her, kiss her and whisper words of love in her ear. Night after night she whispered that she just wanted to lie with her and do nothing. It took weeks before she was allowed to lie down next to Renate. Gradually the kissing turned into cuddling, the cuddling turned into French kissing. Renate sighed deeply and did not know what terrible desires were awakened in her when Anna's hands crept under her thin nightgown and caressed her. Anna didn't scare her away, holding back ironically and not masturbating her.

At last Renate was ready. After much stroking and long caressing, she lay there expectantly listening to her excited heartbeat, allowing Anna to spread her legs as she had done so many times before. Renate was highly aroused, a few drops flowed from her vagina. She expected Anna to caress her labia and vaginal entrance, as she had done many times before when she was so wet and only unchaste desires rotated in her head. But this time it was different, Anna had also pushed her nightgown up to her neck. Anna let her erect cock slowly crawl up Renate's thighs and placed it between the small, wet labia. With an intimate French kiss she sealed her mouth and penetrated very slowly. She felt Renate's astonished wince as the hymen tore and the relieved sigh as the cock slid fully into her vagina. They continued to kiss intimately and so Renate learned about fucking. Renate did not like the fact that everyone stood in a circle and watched when Anna fucked her in front of everyone. Still she tried to lure Anna to her bed, when all around in the silence only the rubbing and panting of some girls could be heard.

Such stories worked like a love spell on Lena, who during his tales very gently stroked her sex and gently excited the clit.

After he had once again disregarded the boundaries after such a story and squirted into her vagina, she told him that she was using contraception and no longer had to be afraid when his semen squirted into her vagina. Okay, he thought, thinking to himself, maybe it was a prompt. From then on, after masturbating, Jon would stick his cock deep into Lena's vagina to squirt. Mostly twice, sometimes three times in the afternoon. For a long time he was not satisfied with that and fucked a little. She thought how similar he was to his father and sentimentally let him. But Lena still thought, no, never, it can only be as a conclusion after his masturbation!

She spoke to him that he wanted too much. Even if he had fucked Renate and her girls and was allowed to squirt at will with them, sons are not allowed to fuck their mothers and squirt into the vagina that had given birth to him. She was right, in theory. Theoretically. Still, she let him fuck before squirting, for as long as it took. One minute or ten, it didn't really matter. Sometimes she would get a nice orgasm when he fucked her longer. She kept up the pretense that he had to masturbate first. He fucked really well, she sighed, when she orgasmed from fucking him. The more they fucked, the more often she orgasmed. She secretly called it her sandwich. First she masturbated until she was exhausted, then he got to fuck and she orgasmed again, sometimes at the same time as him.

Jon masturbated only to make the erection stiff and firm while Lena started to masturbate. Even after he penetrated, she continued to masturbate, gradually stopping as her orgasm approached. He almost always managed to squirt at the same time as her orgasm, Renate had taught him that. Most of the time he left his cock in her vagina and rested on her breast. Since she got the hormone injection, her breasts had become fuller, firmer and more beautiful, also her libido and arousal were at an all‐time high. Jon became erect again after only a few minutes and she passively surrendered to his fucking, as she sometimes still got an orgasm in the second round, even though she was exhausted and fatigued. There was nothing more she wanted to deny him, they were now fucking like all couples when they felt like each other.

It became the standard because they both wanted it that way. They gradually stopped having sex in the afternoon when he turned 18 and had steady girlfriends. On bath day, however, they both held on ironclad, and that's when the girlfriend was signed off. Jon told her about sex with the girlfriends, detailed and exciting. Lena's dragons were burning and she couldn't rush up to his room fast enough, masturbate and get fucked. Twice, if he had or invented another story.

After many, many girls, Jon finally found his wife shortly after he finished studying. They matched in almost everything, she was the only one he could really tell anything to. She was smart, well‐read and clever, understanding, gentle and a splendid woman in bed. She knew herself very well, she knew her physical desires and had had many lesbian experiences. Likewise, she had slept with many men and tried everything before she met Jon and they fell in love. It was the right thing for both of them. He told her everything, about the bath day and the experiences with Lena. Everything.

Before he could ask, she said she wouldn't mind if he continued with the bath days. She would visit her lesbian lovers on bath day, because she really missed the physical ecstasy with girls, which was so different from the ecstasy with a man. Their arrangement lasted for years despite all the ups and downs. When she wanted him to, Jon accompanied his wife to her ecstasies, experienced firsthand the lesbian pleasures with the various girls, and sometimes got to mount the girl if she liked him. He especially loved it when his wife licked the girl from orgasm to orgasm and he could fuck the girl for a long time despite her exhaustion, while his wife licked or fingered the girl to orgasm. Their married life benefited greatly from this diversity and became very intimate and loving.

His wife was sexually insatiable during her pregnancy. Day after day, she pushed Jon and the girls to the limits of their strength and did not stop her insane ecstasies until their first child was born. Jon usually celebrated bath day and fucking with Lena once a month. She had masturbated less and less over time and really didn't need it anymore. Only Jon could still get her a little aroused on the monthly bath day. They kept at it until she turned 65 and her libido had disappeared altogether. She felt it was time to pass the tradition of bath days on to the next generation.

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