Jack’s Mama had called to ask if he could take Lea in for a few days; she had been evicted and needed a place to stay until she found new accommodation. "Yes," his Mama had said, "Lea — the 'Angel of the Homeless'; you surely know her from the papers." Jack confirmed this — like everyone else, he had read about the city-famous Benefactress — and so Lea came to stay with him.
Lea — only fourty-two but looking older — was standing at the door early in the morning with a small suitcase in hand; he jumped out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxers, and opened the door. It was just past six o'clock — far too early for our student, who had been out drinking late into the night. She knew there was only one bed in his studio apartment, but she had told his Mama it wouldn't be a problem. She wasn't a baby, after all, she had winked at his Mama.
He said he needed to shower before his day could begin. She nodded when he mentioned she was welcome to wash his back — his Mama always did that when she washed him and made him feel so good afterward. She didn't bat an eye and nodded again when he added that his Mama always followed him into the shower naked so her clothes wouldn't get wet while she did it for him with her fist.
Lea set down her small suitcase and looked around the tiny studio apartment. Jack, still visibly struggling with fatigue and the aftereffects of the previous night, ran his hand through his tousled hair and gestured vaguely toward the bathroom. "I need to hit the shower first, or else I won't be any good for anything today," he mumbled, his voice still rough. “By the way, you’re welcome to wash my back — it saves time and really wakes you up.”
The experienced woman didn’t bat an eye. She accepted the invitation with a knowing, almost amused smile. The fact that there was only one rather narrow bed in the apartment seemed only to underscore the electric dynamic brewing so early in the morning. Jack added with a wink: “You might as well undress, too, so your clothes don’t get wet from the steam and spray.”
Lea smiled knowingly and followed him, though she kept her skimpy panties on; after all, she wanted to be seen as a decent girl.
Lea followed him into the steamy shower stall. While she was ready for this unexpected adventure, she coquettishly kept her panties on — a shred of decency had to be maintained, at least for the first few minutes. As she took the sponge in hand and applied gentle pressure to his wet back, the student’s fatigue seemed to wash right away.
The warm steam quickly enveloped them in a dense, intimate cloud. Jack closed his eyes and savored the rhythmic, circular motion of the sponge against his skin, while Lea’s movements grew increasingly fluid. It was a silent yet electrifying exchange; the morning grogginess had long since vanished, replaced by a palpable charge in the cramped space.
When she set the sponge aside to spread the lather over his shoulders with her bare hands, she brushed against the back of his neck — seemingly by accident. Jack turned slowly, water beading on his chest, and his gaze drifted meaningfully downward. Despite the completely soaked, almost transparent fabric she was still wearing, his hard cock pressed firmly against her panties. There was an absolute, self-assured composure in her stance that only challenged him further.
“For a decent girl, you’ve got damn skillful hands,” he murmured, stepping closer so that the warm water now washed over them both, and the last barriers of fabric began to lose all significance.
She looked up at him, her eyes full of amusement and a spark that betrayed the fact that the coming days in this small apartment would be anything but boring.She met his gaze as the water streamed endlessly down her body, plastering the sheer fabric of her panties against her skin until they were completely transparent. “One simply does what is necessary to make the host’s stay as pleasant as possible,” she replied in an almost innocent tone — one that stood in stark contrast, however, to the heat spreading between them.
"I renounced carnal relations with men when I was twenty-four, after my parents died," she said softly. "Or 'almost' renounced them — I meant to say I stopped being with men. Sweet, girlish tongues can make you explode better than any man ever could. That’s how I met Irene — your Mama — though she’s very inhibited when it comes to using her tongue, poor soul." Jack, who had only the vaguest inkling of Mama’s lesbian escapades, nodded. "But your tongue made her sing with ecstasy?" Lea nodded. "Yes — I damn well owed that to my benefactor." His mind raced. Were those sweet girls she kept bringing home for him to fuck actually intended for a lesbian finale with Mama? Damn it — why had he always bolted from Mama’s bedroom as if the goddesses themselves were chasing him after all that wild fucking and deep creampie action? Maybe then he would have seen Mama making love to a woman! I’m a fool — a total idiot, he berated himself silently.
Jack placed his hands on the damp curves of her waist, felt the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, and pulled her a little closer, his stiff cock jabbed deep into her soaked panties. The cramped shower stall left little room for distance anyway, and the closeness of their bodies turned every breath into a pure provocation. Her hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest, where her fingernails gently traced the path of the water droplets running down his skin.
The play with the scrap of fabric remaining on her hip now became the focal point of the palpable tension. No more words were needed to know that the rules of propriety were being completely rewritten in this steaming bathroom.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Jack reached for the wet waistband of her panties. Lea held his gaze — there was no hesitation in her eyes — as the last scrap of fabric slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. Now there were no barriers left, only the naked, steaming reality between them. His stiff cock thrust straight into her blonde bush, but she didn't lift a finger.
Warm water cascaded ceaselessly over their bodies, pressed tight against one another, while his hands began to savor this newfound freedom and explore the contours of her hips. She let out a soft sigh, tilted her head back, and surrendered completely to the tingling intensity of the moment — a moment that made their stay in the small apartment truly unforgettable.
Jack shook his head, his gaze captivated by her striking silhouette. Lea had small breasts — barely a handful. But they were shaped like the peaks of volcanoes, topped with small, pink nipples. "Quite the opposite," he replied, his voice thick with emotion as he wiped the water from his face. "I just wasn't expecting such... an extraordinary sight. It’s absolutely fascinating."
Lea visibly reveled in his undivided admiration. She stepped a little closer — close enough for the tips of her breasts to brush against his wet chest — and placed her hands flat on his hips. “You really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, boy. Sometimes the most unassuming exteriors hide the most interesting secrets.”
His eyes narrowed, and his initial surprise gave way to a deep, palpable attraction. He felt the cool firmness of her skin contrasting with the hot shower water and knew that this arrangement at the apartment would far exceed all his expectations.
Jack let out a low laugh — a deep, vibrating sound she could feel directly through the close contact of their bodies. “Renounced the flesh?” he repeated with amusement, turning his head slightly to look at her out of the corner of his eye. “Looking at this, Lea, you’ve kept that vow damn well preserved. And right now, your calling looks damn… up close and personal.”
Her hands, still spreading the lather across his back, paused for a fleeting moment before resuming their circular motions with firm, noticeable pressure. A soft, enigmatic smile played upon her lips. "There are many ways to offer comfort to people, Jack," she replied, her voice retaining a captivating, calm steadiness despite the humid heat. "And sometimes, you simply have to help exactly where the need is greatest."
He turned slowly within her grasp, crushing the lather between their bodies. "Then I count myself lucky that you’re on duty with me today," he murmured, raising his arms as the warm water rinsed the foam from his shoulders and over them both.
Lea let him turn around. "Now I’ll take care of your front, okay?" she asked with a knowing smile. Jack readily complied, extending his arms slightly to the sides as she guided the sponge in circular motions across his chest and abdomen. Her hand had gripped his hard cock, almost indifferently, as if she were holding a wooden kitchen spoon.
"I only meant that, for years, I’ve focused more on women and young girls," she continued calmly, as the warm water slowly washed away the lather. "Women often have a completely different sense for subtleties and nuances. It’s a unique realm of intimacy — one that gives me so much and fulfills me completely. I hope that doesn’t come as too much of a surprise."
Jack nodded slowly, savoring the fluid movements of her hands against his skin. The openness with which she spoke of her preferences lent a whole new, unexpected depth to the moment in the steamy bathroom. “Not at all,” he replied, with a rough undertone in his voice. “I find it fascinating how confidently you’ve learned to take exactly what’s good for you.”
Lea paused in her movements and looked him straight in the eye as the water ran down her cheeks. A telling, almost feline smile stole across her lips. "Just as good? No, Jack, there’s no comparison," she replied, her voice practically vibrating with sudden heat. "A woman knows exactly how another woman’s skin feels, and her tongue brings an infinite patience with it."
She stepped a little closer — making the lather between their bodies crackle softly — and slowly guided the sponge further down. "When a girl uses her tongue, it’s like a precise, feather-light work of art. It starts with tender, barely perceptible touches on the most sensitive spots, until your knees go weak. She senses the rhythm perfectly, switching between a gentle breath and demanding pressure, taking all the time in the world until you’re nearly losing your mind with desire. A man usually just wants to rush to the finish line and cum like a bull — but a girl’s tongue savors the journey there, millimeter by millimeter, until every fiber of your body is trembling and vibrating with arousal."
Jack swallowed hard as he listened to her words. The detailed openness and pure sensuality with which she described these intimate moments made the shower water around them feel even hotter. His hands found their way back to her wet hips as if of their own accord, captivated by the passion this woman harbored within, despite her seemingly demure everyday life.
Jack held his breath as she purposefully guided the soft lather further down with her supple hands. Her fist movements on his cock were skillful and intense, dragging out the moment with agonizing slowness until he felt like he was losing his footing. Every time he thought he was about to climax, she would slightly alter the pace, keeping the tension at its peak and sending his pulse racing. She grinned from ear to ear, delighted by the wicked game she was playing with him.
Yet, right on the verge of the unstoppable finale, she suddenly withdrew the warmth of her hands. A challenging, glittering spark appeared in her eyes as she stepped back and brushed the wet bangs from her forehead. "You’ll have to finish it yourself, Jack," she murmured with a rough, amused smile that brooked no argument.
Jack didn't waste a second. Under her intense, fascinated gaze, he took matters into his own hands. He held his face in the rushing warm water and jerked off with great devotion. He quickened the rhythm of his stroke amidst the steaming downpour until the pent-up heat finally broke free. The tension released in thick, heavy spurts directly into the white shower tray, while Lea watched the spectacle breathlessly and with visible, delighted satisfaction.
"No girl wants to get the full load shot inside her," she said with a satisfied smile. "I guess that can't be avoided," he shot back wittily. Now they both had to smile.
Lea handed him the towel with a satisfied smile before heading back into the room. While she opened her small case and rummaged through the clothes she’d brought, Jack lay down on the narrow bed — exhausted, yet already noticeably aroused again. His cock stood rock-hard, pointing straight upwards. His body tensed once more, and as Lea lay down beside him, she immediately ran her hand along the inside of his inner thighs with a clear, familiar touch.
“With my fist or my mouth?” she asked, in a tone as casual as if she were inquiring about the day’s weather. “With your fist,” Jack gasped, whereupon she enclosed his hard cock in a practiced, firm grip. The pace she set quickly made her break into a sweat; as Jack’s gaze wandered admiringly over her naked body and her small breasts, which were shaped like volcanic cones — swaying in rhythm like little blossoms in a summer breeze — he savored the vigorous dynamic she ignited without a moment’s hesitation. He stared at her cute little blonde-haired twat and sighed deeply.
“Between the ages of fifteen and twenty-four, I did that a lot — and loved it,” Lea said candidly, keeping time with her movements, “though I always finished by using my mouth and swallowing.” Jack looked at her in surprise. “No, I don’t really like the mouth part that much — only if you absolutely have to do it. — And what happened at twenty-four? That was when you renounced the pleasures of the flesh, right?”
Lea nodded slightly as the exertion brought fine beads of sweat to her forehead. “That was the year my parents moved into a care home. Mama was seriously ill and passed away soon after. Papa followed her just ten days later. Everyone said it was a broken heart, but I know better. He consumed a bowl of deadly nightshade and hemlock juice, just like his great hero Socrates — Papa was Greek, after all, and he followed the scent of Mama’s pussy all the way there; he succeeded, too. He simply didn’t want to go on without her.” She smiled faintly. “I always picture Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates, smiling grimly as he gave him a gentle kick-ass to shove him inside: ‘Make sure you get in there, Theodoros. Your wife is already waiting longingly on Cloud Nine. Off you go — march, march!’”
This image seemed to bring her a deep, inner satisfaction. She noticeably increased the pressure and speed of her fist once more, guided him unerringly toward the climax, and finally let his semen arc high into the air. As the intense tension subsided, she gave him a warm smile, leaned forward, and planted a small, appreciative kiss on the tip of his cock. "I would’ve loved to swallow it all, but you did a fine job, my boy!" she murmured with amusement.
Lea laughed softly when she noticed that the intense release hadn't dampened his staying power in the slightest. He grinned brazenly. "My girls get the main course served piping hot at this stage." — "A main course, then?" she repeated, her fingers tracing the pulsating contours again as if of their own accord. "At fifty-six, I suppose I’m a bit too old to be called a 'young girl,' Jack. But you’re right: two such damn spicy appetizers make even a woman like me — who usually has no craving for meat — truly hungry and horny."
Without hesitation, she turned onto her back in a fluid, surprisingly agile motion. The initial distance and the stories of abstinence seemed to matter no longer in that cramped room charged with passion. She spread her legs slightly, looked him straight in the eye with a mix of mature composure and unbridled lust, and whispered: "Come on then, my little mister Student. Show me what your main course is made of before things cool down in here."
Jack didn't hesitate for a second. He slid over her, feeling the immense heat radiating from her body, and positioned himself right where naked longing waited for fulfillment. As he delivered the first deep thrust, a loud, raw sigh escaped her — one that made the apartment walls tremble.
Lea proved to be a force of nature in bed; there was no trace left of her earlier passive reserve. Her hips gyrated and thrust back at him with a wildness unlike any of his young playmates — leaving Jack breathless — while the loud smack of their colliding bodies set the rhythm in the small room. Her own finger raced at a furious pace over her swollen clit, making her moan dirtily and shudder uncontrollably with every single thrust. "Yes, come on, give it to me!" she urged him on repeatedly, letting herself be thrust into and taken like a gentle lamb for over fifteen minutes.
When Jack felt the avalanche becoming unstoppable, he gripped her tender buttocks firmly, digging his fingers into her skin, and lifted her slightly to find the perfect angle. Lea felt his extreme hardness and let out a dirty laugh, her eyes wide with lustful hunger. "Yes, boy, fill me up! Give it to me hard — make me scream and roar!" she egged him on, completely uninhibited.
At that very moment, her wild friction triggered a veritable explosion deep within her. Her inner muscles twitched and clamped around his shaft like a vise as Jack completely lost control, pumping his load in thick, hot spurts deep into her wet pussy. Thrust after thrust, he drove himself into her to the hilt — accompanied by her loud, greedy moans — leaving not a single drop behind in the burning finale.
They were sitting at the head of the bed, and he offered her a cigarette. She shook her head and rummaged through her small handbag, conjuring up a tiny, pitch-black cigarillo. She smoked her own weed, she whispered.
Jack stared at her as the sweet, heavy scent of the weed filled the room, mingling with the smell of sweat and sex. He took a deep drag from his own cigarette and shook his head in disbelief. "Only your second man ever?" he asked, slowly exhaling the smoke. "After all the affairs with women and the wildness you just showed in bed? You’ve got to be kidding, Lea."
Lea took another deep drag from her black cigarillo, held the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds, and then blew it toward the ceiling in a perfect, thin column. Her eyes glistened, her pupils pitch-black and dilated from the effects of the weed. A languid, deeply satisfied smile spread across her face. "No joke, my boy. Thirty-two years ago — I was twenty-four then, before everything happened with my parents — my first and only husband left me. After that, like I said, there were only girls — if anyone at all."
She leaned her head back against the wooden headboard and brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead. "Women are like a gentle stream, Jack. But today... today I just felt like experiencing that big, raging river again. And you really swept me away and pulled me under." Jack felt his curiosity stoked by her husky, smoke-tinged voice as she lay there, completely relaxed and savoring the moment.
She took a deep drag from her cigarillo and exhaled languidly, the sweet-smelling smoke rising in lazy plumes toward the ceiling.
“When I was fifteen, everything changed at home,” she began, her voice suddenly dropping to a noticeably quieter, more pensive tone. “My mother fell gravely ill and had to undergo radical surgery. It was a severe procedure that robbed her not only of her health but also of any joy in life and any intimacy. They had removed nasty little tumors from her vagina, leaving her with nothing but her clit — Jack, just imagine that! She knew that her life as a wife and partner was over from that moment on. During that time, she spoke to me at length and with great intensity — not like a child, but like an adult confidante. She showed me the damage to her vagina and explained that she couldn't have intercourse anymore; she was allowed to masturbate, though — as much as she wanted.”
Lea paused, took another deep, strong drag on her cigarette, and stared into the distance as her eyes softened and welled up with tears. “It was about what would happen to the family, how we would manage our daily lives, and how I could be a source of support and take her place in the marital bed. Even as a young girl, I had a strong sense of duty; I simply wanted to help fill that massive void and relieve my mother of any burden I could carry. That responsibility forced me to grow up overnight and shaped the entire course of my life.”
Lea’s eyes followed the rings of smoke. “That’s how Papa became my first and only lover; he fucked me every night until I was twenty-four.” She found it difficult to put into words. "He was the gentlest man, let me tell you. Mama had given me a thorough crash course in fucking; now she lay beside us with shining eyes, greedily trying to catch every movement we made, dutifully rubbing her clit. From then on, I would rub my clit while fucking Papa and give myself a wonderful orgasm — just as Mama had instructed — at the exact moment Papa was about to come. Papa certainly wasn't unhappy; after all, his beloved was right there, and he got to fuck his sweet little daughter to his heart's content. Oh yes, he was full of energy; more than once, he’d take only a brief pause before fucking me all over again. — Does that shock you, Jack!?"
Jack shook his head. "No, why would I be shocked? Because it was incest? Oh, come on, give me a break! I grew up with incest myself; Mama used to jerk me off in the shower from the time I was little — relentlessly, she was absolutely obsessed with it. And when I was eleven or twelve, she’d bend over and offer up her round ass and her pussy for me to lather up and wash clean; once she was clean, I got to fuck her while she was bent over — that was the ultimate turn-on for me. She was perfect at jerking me off, but the fucking was by far the best part for her horny little son! So come on, don't bore us with talk of incest, Lea!"
Lea took a deep drag on her cigarillo and watched the smoke rings drift away. "I see; maybe that’s why your mother wasn't so keen on licking my clit. She’s probably pissed that *you’re* fucking me now instead of her!" The weed smoke was going to Jack’s head too — slowly and steadily — though it was nothing new to him. "No, Lea, if Mama needed it that badly, she would’ve called me ages ago asking for a shower; she wouldn’t hesitate for a second! I think she actually sees you as a saint who never fucks. And she certainly doesn't want to interfere — she absolutely adores you and your charity work, Lea!"
Lea blew smoke rings toward the ceiling again. "No, Jack, no. I help the homeless and those without shelter as best I can. But there isn't a single one among them I’d let fuck me! It never even crossed my mind; charity has absolutely nothing to do with fucking. Besides, I’d have to scrub the guy clean with a stiff brush first — oh, Holy Carmen! No, the thought never occurred to me, Jack. And the women without shelter stink so terribly — it’s unimaginable!"
Jack lit a cigarette. Lea gazed dreamily out the window at the campus. "When my parents moved into a care home, I set off — I wanted to join a Tibetan nunnery; no, seriously! Nuns don't take a vow of chastity, you see — that suited me perfectly in theory, and everything you’ve ever heard about it is wrong and a brazen, stinking lie. But the thing is, Tibet is in China, and I couldn't get a visa. So I flew to northeastern India, right by the Chinese border; there are several monasteries there for Tibetan nuns in exile. But I didn't even stay three weeks — I fled in horror! Not because I didn't get my own cell, or because I refused to shave my head, or even because the habit was rough and abrasive. Every nun would jump up screaming in a panic the moment I licked her clit to a fine, proper orgasm. They screamed that it was the devil's work — the ingrates — even though I’d licked their clites as reverently and gently as if they were little lambs. I fled and came back here; my fanciful notions about Tibetan nun life had been thoroughly crushed. That’s how I ended up in municipal social services, and I’ve stayed there ever since. The city pay is meager, but it was always just about enough to scrape by. But then came the eviction — even the mighty and benevolent mayor couldn't do anything about that. And so now I’m forced to look for an apartment. It’s great that I can stay with you for a while, Jack!"
Lea stubbed out her cigarillo, her pupils wide as barn doors. "So, Jack — is there maybe some dessert?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. Jack laughed out loud. "Dessert? No, let's not rush things, my dear; this is a twelve-course state banquet in honor of your uptight Tibetan nuns — there are still twelve main courses to get through before we even discuss dessert... though perhaps I *might* just want to squirt something down your throat for dessert after all!" Lea laughed aloud and hugged him impetuously. "Twelve courses? Brook trout, Swedish pollock, venison fillet, and chateaubriand, et cetera? Oh, that’s going to be one indecent banquet — ladies... oh, pardon me, *nuns*!" Jack grinned; the weed had Lea high as a six-thousander.
He gently laid her on her back, spread her legs, and licked her clit just as he had so often licked Mama’s — Mama, who would look so quiet and shy, like a shivering little lamb, while being licked. Oh, he knew how much Mama loved it, and he treated Lea with that same tender, lamb-like gentleness. "It’s just an appetizer," he murmured mischievously; "not the main course yet." Lea melted like Swiss Emmental cheese, smiling with her eyes closed. "Just an appetizer, just an appetizer — I get it," she murmured in a sleepy, husky voice.
She climaxed very gently, yet her lower body writhed in wanton ecstasy. Her orgasm hadn't even fully subsided when Jack mounted her and began to fuck her with slow, powerful thrusts. She was sweating profusely and gasping with pleasure. "Yes, give it to me, my little stallion! I’m as horny as I haven't been since... since Papa." She turned her head to the side, and small tears of joy ran down her flushed cheeks. "Back then, Papa worked as a waiter in Paphos; he fell in love with the German guests' young daughter and — after his shift ended — would fuck her until sunrise, that sweet little virgin from Germania. He tossed his waiter's apron onto the counter and followed her and her parents to the airport. He followed her every move, and she was more than happy to let that fiery Greek fuck her senseless. He became an accountant, and once he had all his paperwork in order, they got married. I was born six months after the small wedding; he didn't have the money for a big one. He was hardworking, a man of sterling character, and became the best Papa in the world. He would always plant a wet, smacking kiss on my little girl-pussy after Mama had bathed me. Little did he know he might have been laying the groundwork for my love of having my clit licked." Lea was sweating profusely and panting as she rushed toward her orgasm; her finger was doing a great job on her clit. Jack lifted her by the buttocks and shot a massive load right into her pussy. "That was just the brown trout for starters, my little Tibetan lamb," he joked.
Mama called to ask how things were going with Lea. He growled into the phone, "We're taking a shower right now, Mama!" while Lea crowed happily at the top of her lungs, "He just fixed me the brown trout, Iris!" Mama paused, hung up, and thoughtfully resumed masturbating. "Showering? Brown trout?" My God — was her Jack actually fucking the Saint — right now? Oh, the incredibly hot thought made her climax so intensely that she tore the sheet right off the mattress. What a ladies' man her little Jack was, she thought with pride. He’d have to confess every last detail to her — the rascal!
They smoked during the break, and he made Lea swallow two red pills — claiming they were healthy — though he didn't mention that they would leave her bursting with lust afterward. Lea puffed on a cigarillo again. Before Mama got sick, she was a real hot piece of ass — forgive the crude language. The four of us were lying on the bed — this was back before Papa fucked me: Mama and the "prince" of the night, Papa and me. Papa loved playing with my clit, though rarely to the point of orgasm, as he believed he shouldn't bring virgins to climax. We both watched as the prince fucked Mama expertly; she really had a knack for picking men who knew how to fuck her right. Oh, I was so young back then; I’d blush bright red and grip Papa’s cock tight, holding on amidst the whirlwind of Mama’s wild fucking. It wasn't until much later that Mama taught me to stroke Papa’s member and let him cum down my throat. He was embarrassed by it — apparently, that sort of thing wasn't done in Greece. Papa loved Mama so much that he let her have any stud she wanted. He wouldn't have said a word if she’d brought home two studs, though she never did. Sucking a guy off, draining him completely, and letting him shoot his last drop inside her — that was her thing. Some might call us a filthy, depraved family, but I was happy and loved having Papa rub me; maybe today I could even coax him into giving his little virgin an orgasm with his finger — something I absolutely loved back then.
Jack sensed the red pills beginning to take effect on Lea. "Right, now let's bring on the Chateaubriand — a magnificent, hefty cut of French veal, my dear; it’s waiting for you now." Lea lay back, ready; her cigarillo sat forgotten in the ashtray — it had to wait. Jack was a master chef; a Chateaubriand demanded to be served with a touch that was gentle yet powerful and spirited. On this hot summer day, Lea was sweating as if engaged in the most strenuous physical labor. She was panting, in a state where no one would ever call her a saint. Her small breasts — those little volcanic cones — trembled and shook with every thrust of the Chateaubriand. Her finger raced over her clit. Mama, a prince, and Papa’s industrious fingers working her girlish, virginal clit stoked a fire within, making her sweat and bringing her to orgasm. Jack straightened up, lifted her buttocks, and ejaculated his bliss deep inside Lea’s cunt.
He picked up the cigarillo and took a few hot drags to reignite the embers — as he put it with a grin. Lea was still dazed from the fucking, but they sat up and smoked in silence until their heartbeats returned to a normal rhythm. Once again, Lea watched the rings of weed smoke drift away. "Mama had laid me face-up on her body; her fingers groped for my nipples to twiddle them. Papa shyly moved between my thighs and deflowered me so gently that I thought I heard a faint *pop* as he tore my hymen. He looked at me apologetically, but Mama instructed him: 'Theo, you have to fuck the little one very delicately and gently now; it’s her first time.' Yes, that was clear to everyone, and so Papa fucked me with the utmost gentleness and tenderness. I felt Mama twiddling my tiny nipples, and I masturbated while being fucked, just as Mama had advised me to do. I took my time and waited patiently until Papa began to ejaculate; only then did I let myself have my own orgasm. Papa shot all his juices inside me; I hadn't started my period yet, so we didn't have to worry about precautions. Afterward, I lay in Papa’s strong arms, and together we watched Mama. By that time, Mama was already masturbating obsessively, day and night — a habit that stayed with her until she went into a care home; that was when it finally stopped."
Jack asked how she had felt about it — betrayed and sold out? Lea smiled, high on the moment. "Oh, come on; I might have been young, but I was definitely ready to get fucked, my dear boy. I didn't just do it because Mama had asked for my help. I absolutely loved getting fucked by Papa; it made me feel a bit more grown-up, and I loved it because I could trigger my own orgasm while we were at it. No, all in all, the fucking came along at exactly the right time for me, and I loved it like crazy! Sure, there were other girls at school who were getting fucked by their fathers, brothers, or uncles — but I think I was the happiest about it back then."
His cell phone buzzed. It was Mama again. "Mama, please, you're interrupting — we're right in the middle of something!" he snapped roughly into the phone. Lea, intoxicated and horny as a bitch in heat, crowed loudly, "We made a Chateaubriand, your magnificent son and I!" He hung up and turned off the phone. He didn't want any interruptions. Mama shook her head. What on earth was going on? Chateaubriand — she only knew that dish from expensive French restaurants. What did Lea have to do with it? Did the veal roast even have anything to do with sex, or was Jack just trying to show off his cooking skills to impress someone again? Questions upon questions — damn it all!
He was just running a finger over Lea's clit when the doorbell rang. Two-one-two — the agreed-upon signal. He sprang out of bed and quickly into his trousers and T-shirt. Lea caught on immediately and slipped into a light summer dress; then he pressed the buzzer and Monika came up — after all, they had a date to fuck. Jack kissed her on the lips and gave a little cough. "This is Lea, Monika; she’s — she’s my aunt, Mama’s stepsister." Monika shook Lea’s hand, struck by the radiant look on her face. "Lea, here’s the shopping list and the money. The supermarket is just to the left, but watch the change closely — they rip off strangers without a second thought, Auntie!" Lea nodded and was about to leave when Jack stopped her. "I need to add something: Monika will definitely be having dinner with us!" Then Lea sauntered off, swaying slightly. Monika watched her go. "She’s swaying..." and Jack stated his version of events: "Of course; she always sways after a good fuck." That really set things off.
Jack stripped Monika naked and laid her on the bed. Monika was unsettled — wasn't this incest? Jack snorted contemptuously. "Monika, don't give me that crap about incest, okay? We fuck, sure, but that’s all there is to it. I’m not going to go digging through her family tree to see if we’re blood relatives, and I wouldn't give a damn anyway. She’s great to fuck, and that’s all that matters. Is that okay with you, or do you want to go home and hide behind Mamamy’s skirt?" Jack was blunt, but he wanted to clarify the boundaries and stake out his position, because Monika was actually a very shy creature. They had only been fucking for two weeks, and they had reached a critical juncture. The issue at hand was her admitting to him (a) that she masturbated longingly every night (something that was obvious to him) and (b) whether she was willing to let him watch. Fucking, yes — but masturbating right in front of him? Monika was torn; she knew this would either win him over or lose him for good. Yes, she would definitely lose him if he ended up fucking his aunt too — the bastard! Jack, for his part, was still incredibly horny and fucked Monika right then and there. Oh, she was decades younger than Lea — about 19 or 20 — and not yet fully experienced in the art of fucking. But that had its own appeal. To Monika, it felt very much like a farewell fuck. Yet she was hungry — craving his thick cock.
Lea had returned while the two of them were still at it. She sat silently at the kitchen table, watching them fuck with a knowing smile. When Jack finally squirted inside — Monika was on the pill, after all — Lea stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. In the sweltering summer heat, there was no need for covers, and she let her eyes roam over Monika’s body with an expert gaze. "Jack, you really have excellent taste; your Monika is a magnificent girl, I have to say." She paused. "I managed to get everything at the supermarket except Spanish red wine — though they did have one from Sicily; I think you’ll like it. I never drink, as you know, nephew." A mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "I don't know the first thing about cooking, but I’ll put some water on to boil, if that’s alright." Jack nodded, stood up, and pulled on his trousers and T-shirt. Monika sat at the kitchen table with Lea, and the two of them watched as Jack prepared the *saltimbocca alla Romana*. Lea drew Monika into a conversation about her love life. No, there was no incest in Monika’s family — or only the tiniest bit; her brother Jakob was adopted, after all. Monika nodded; yes, he had been her first. And Jack was her fourth, she said quietly. Lea said he was her second; before him, she had only been with Theodoros, a lovely Greek man. Monika’s initial stiffness gradually began to melt away. Yes, she was still sleeping with Jakob in the room they shared as children, and her parents suspected nothing — absolutely nothing. She was unsure what Jack would say about her still sleeping with Jakob — occasionally, whenever he was home instead of with one of his girls; the rascal! Lea took Monika’s hand in her own warm hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Jack will surely take the business with Jakob in his stride. After all, he’s no angel himself, is he?" Jack pricked up his ears, but he couldn't make out the girls' hushed murmurs.
Monika shifted restlessly in her armchair. She whispered that she had actually wanted to spend the night at Jack’s place. Lea laughed. "Of course, that’s no problem at all, my dear! We’ll share the guy sisterly-style — you take a turn, then I do, and so on. Or... would you like me to use my tongue on you, too? I’m pretty good at that!" Monika squirmed. "Well, back in middle school, I had a best friend who sometimes fucked Jakob too, but she’s actually a lesbian. We experimented a bit, but in the end, I was more interested in Jakob’s cock." Lea held her hand firmly. "So, you won’t be surprised if I lick your clit every now and then? — I’m a national champion at that, maybe even world-class." Monika gave a slightly wry smile. "And what if Jack sees us doing it? What then? Jakob was never allowed to watch us; Edeltrud didn't want that at all." Lea smiled maternally. "Jack has seen everything in this world — even a Turk fucking his goat, my girl!" They both burst into loud laughter; they knew about the feud between the comedian Jan Böhmermann and the Turkish president — the whole world was laughing about that.
They ate Jack’s saltimbocca with great relish. He remarked that he would make a mental note of the Sicilian wine; it paired perfectly with the Italian dish. Once everything was finished, the three of them went to bed at Jack’s suggestion. Monika’s eyes went wide; she had never seen breasts shaped like perfect volcanic cones the way Lea’s were. Monika felt a bit too shy to take the lead, so Jack and Lea got to work. "Venison fillet with lingonberries," Jack said, "third main course, Lea." She giggled, yet she thought nothing at all of fucking Jack while Monika lay right next to them, skin-to-skin; for a long time she didn't dare look over, but curiosity won out. She was amazed at the perfect rhythm with which aunt and nephew were fucking — in sync and clearly deriving immense pleasure from it. She watched Lea closely, realizing there was still plenty she could learn from her. Then, after climaxing, Jack turned toward her, his bayonet fully erect. Monika’s heart raced with excitement; she had never fucked in front of anyone else before. But then Jack was inside her, and she was able to surrender herself to him completely; all her gloomy, anxious thoughts vanished in an instant.
Lea watched the pair; Monika wasn't exactly clumsy at fucking, even though Jakob fucked her almost every night. Lea felt the girl still had too many inhibitions — religious or parental, it didn't matter. She decided to lick Monika’s clit so intensely that the poor girl would lose all sense of her surroundings. Jack was struggling; he couldn't find a rhythm with Monika. He had been tilting at windmills for two weeks, but Monika was incapable of picking up on the synchronicity. She had massive blocks of cement inside her pussy, preventing her from taking flight like a little bird. She was the baby of the family, cowering at the edge of the nest, afraid to fly. He had always hoped the lightbulb would finally go on for her — that the penny would finally drop — but in vain. He came with little enthusiasm, and not with the same juicy abundance he experienced with Lea. Lea leaned forward and took his place as he rolled aside, disappointed. Without ceremony, she spread Monika’s thighs; her lips enclosed Monika’s semen-slicked pussy, taking the whole thing into her mouth. Monika let her head fall back and sighed in resignation — defeated. Now Lea’s tongue did what it did so masterfully. She licked Monika’s clit with such artistry that the girl was truly overwhelmed, losing all sense of the world around her. She became nothing but pussy and clit — a clit swollen rock-hard, forced to submit to the dictates of Lea’s tongue. Lea was in her element; after all, she had been licking clites her whole life — hundreds, perhaps even a thousand of them. Monika exploded in the most intense orgasm of her nineteen years; she dug her fingers into Lea’s hair and pressed her head against her pussy. Oh, if only it would never end! But it did end; her clit grew soft and yielding, even though Lea continued to lick ever so gently and tenderly. She knew how important this afterglow phase was; she had witnessed it thousands of times and absorbed the girls' orgasms into herself.
Monika clung to the two people who had fucked and licked her so exquisitely. She buried her face in the crook of Jack’s arm; her hand clasped Lea’s conical, volcanic breasts, groping for the older woman’s nipples. Never before had she been fucked so wonderfully — and so exhaustingly. Jack rumbled, "Monika, Lea told me that you really enjoy fucking your adoptive brother Jakob, and I actually like that." Monika sighed; she felt as though she were floating on a long, soft Atlantic swell — there was nothing but truth and authenticity here, no beating around the bush. "Yes, Jack, it’s true. Jakob was my first — four years ago — and ever since then, we’ve fucked at night whenever he stays over at home in our childhood bedroom instead of with those stuck-up broads of his. It’s true, and I’m disappointed in myself for having kept it from you until now. Of course, you knew from the very beginning that I wasn’t a virgin." — Jack murmured, "It’s important that we don’t hide anything of such magnitude from each other; that’s poison for a friendship, Monika."
Monika buried her face even deeper in his arms. "Yes, there is something else, Jack — I admit it. Sometimes, when Jakob and Mama aren't home, Papa comes up to my room and fucks me — the dirty bastard. He never cares about me; he just wants to cum. And the fact that I’m his daughter gives that climax a special kick for the wretched creep. I never cared that he was cheating on Mama left and right — a neighbor here, a neighbor there. The main thing for him was that it was another man’s wife he could defile, soil, and cum all over. It serves him right that Mama is letting Jakob fuck her in the shower these days; that way, he doesn't see it — the dirty bastard." Monika breathes heavily; the blocks of concrete are crumbling from her soul. She has finally shared this secret with someone, and now she feels liberated.
A long silence. Then Jack growled, "Some family — impressive! Only Jakob seems like an honest guy, if you ask me. I ought to pay your Papa a visit and flatten his nose with my iron fist. Just so he gets the message." Monika shook her head in horror. "No, Jack, don't do that to me! He’d hound me to the grave and ruin me. The truth is, it just rolls off me when he uses me to get off. I don't feel the slightest thrill when the old man fucks me, Jack. It washes right off me like rain, and since I’m on the pill, I couldn't care less. But I’ve loved Jakob since we were babies. He was my first, and fucking him — that gives me a real thrill. I wouldn't give him up — not even if you demanded it, Jack. I mean it."
Jack laughed and slapped her sweet ass with his open palm. "Don't be silly; it wouldn't even cross my mind to ask something so stupid of you, Moni. He gives you that thrill and his young love, and that warms your heart. I absolutely don't want your heart turning to ice, sweetheart. And I’m perfectly fine with someone else giving you a proper, decent fucking — your adopted brother seems up to the task, the way you talk about him. It’s just that business with your Papa — that really rubs me the wrong way. It really does." Monika traced his angular chin with a fingernail. "Jack, don't worry about it. Papa comes into my room maybe once a week — at most — to fuck me hard and cum all over me. It just runs off my skin like rain; it doesn't touch me. I always have to grin when he jerks his cock like a baboon so he can take me a second and third time. It’s really nothing for you to worry about, Jack. It’s just rain beading off my skin. A moment later, the sun is shining, and I don't give his pathetic attempts at cumming another thought. Please, just forget it." Jack exchanged a glance with Lea, but she shook her head slightly. "Jack, I think Monika has a handle on things. She’s a smart, strong girl. Trust her, and forget about that old baboon — she’s absolutely right about that. Just forget it."
Lea leaned forward. "Maybe you should tell Jack more about Jakob and your Mama, child." Monika looked gratefully into her eyes; she had shifted the focus away from Papa. "There isn't much to tell there; Papa and Mama haven't fucked in a long time — ever since I found out about those wretched neighbors. Since then, Mama only masturbates in the shower; Jakob and I knew that, of course. For about a year now, she’s let Jakob fuck her in the shower while she masturbates, because that’s something he’d always wanted to do. Mama is very pragmatic about it; she really needs to masturbate — she is only 37, after all — and the boy needs to ejaculate quite often, so he’s allowed to cum inside her several times while she pleasurably masturbates herself. So she combines the two, and they both win. Don't you think that's okay, Aunt Lea?" Lea shook her head. "No, Monika, that’s perfectly fine. I just wanted to ask so that Jack knows the whole story. You should also tell him that you masturbate yourself; keeping it a secret drives him crazy." Monika looked at Jack. "Is that true?" Jack nodded, and Monika said, "I’ve done it every night since I was seven; I once saw Mama doing it. I do it when I’m alone, or after fucking Jakob. If he doesn't fall asleep right away, we leave the small light on so he can watch me. But after Papa has fucked me once, twice, or even three times, I never really feel like masturbating." She paused. "Do you also want to know how I sometimes do it with Edeltrud?" Jack nodded silently. "With Edeltrud — who’s a total prude, even though she quite enjoys letting Jakob mount and impregnate her — we both get off at the same time, sitting across from each other or lying down; and when I’m on a roll, she gets to lick my clit to orgasm — she’s really into that. I’ve never licked her pussy or clit, but sometimes she lets me finger her clit to orgasm — which, in turn, is something I really like. Okay, or is there anything else you want to know, Jack?"
"Say," says Jack, "does Edeltrud actually take the pill?" Monika has to pass; she doesn't know for sure. "Why?" she asks in return. Jack smiles. "I know that Nordic beauty from university — whose real name is Edeltrud Kirkegaard; I looked it up. She looks like a hot piece of ass, and I’ve often thought about fucking her. I didn't know she was a raging lesbian, though." Monika doesn't bat an eye. "She’s happy enough to let Jakob fuck her when she stays over at our place, so calling her a raging lesbian might be a bit of an exaggeration. I’d be happy to talk to her; maybe I can persuade her to visit you here in your sinful den of lust, my darling. I don't mind doing it — I’m not jealous of her; after all, we share everything else." Jack’s eyes light up. "Yeah, I’d really love to fuck that tall Swede."
They kept on fucking throughout that sweltering summer night — Lea, Monika, and Jack taking turns in quick succession — until Jack simply couldn't go on anymore. Monika let Aunt Lea lick her clit one last time, bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm. Sometime late in the night, they all drifted off to sleep, huddled together like a litter of wolves. Lea stayed with him for a full week before finding a place of her own. Monika didn't come around as often after that; she had a silly fear that Lea’s clitoral licking might turn her into a lesbian. Lea hugged her. "You silly thing — most people, especially us women, are bisexual by nature, just like your Swedish friend; and she certainly isn't a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian if she lets Jakob jump her. A dyed-in-the-wool lesbian would never do that!"
Sure enough, one afternoon, the tall Swede showed up for Jack’s scheduled tryst instead of Monika. She came for three whole afternoons; she was truly wonderful to fuck — a real sex bomb. She smiled indulgently when he mentioned that Monika had described her as "dyed-in-the-wool lesbian." He laughed; she was simply bisexual, thank God. She had to go home in the evenings; her father was expecting her. "Ever since Mama died, I’ve been his whole world. Yes, Jack — don't waste time wondering. He was my first, and I’m glad when he can forget his misery in my arms for a little while. I give him everything — truly everything. Mama was kidnapped by a Serbian gang, and even though he was ready to pay the ransom, they killed her and dumped her body on the riverbank — those beasts." — She looked at him with eyes that glittered like ice. "They caught most of them alive; only the absolute worst of the lot got into a shootout with the police and were gunned down — those beasts. I had the interrogation transcripts secretly copied and read them. The whole gang had fucked Mama during those days — day and night, one after another — until her heart gave out on the fifth day. Then they hauled her body to the riverbank and dumped it like trash. I was glad that at least the ringleaders were shot; they deserved nothing less, those pigs." Jack sat bolt upright in bed, listening intently. "I didn't know that, Edeltrud. None of us knew what had happened to you. But I'm so glad you're there for your Papa — that you're his support and his fuck-buddy. He'll never get over it." She looked at him with great seriousness. "Papa never saw the interrogation transcripts, and that’s very important to me. The sheer pain, the raw horror of it, would kill him, Jack. So keep your mouth shut, okay?"
Mama had called, and he went to see her right away. She welcomed him with a beaming smile and immediately dragged him into her bedroom. She was still living all alone — even though she was only thirty-nine and reasonably attractive — because she couldn't bring herself to commit to just one affair. After the hasty, almost furious act, they sat at the head of the bed, smoking in silence. He had to tell her everything about Lea, and now, for the first time, she admitted that she did have lesbian affairs — yes, indeed — but nothing serious. He gave her a hug. "Mama, we're in the twenty-first century; there's no need to hide the fact that you're bisexual." Mama’s eyes went wide, and he had to explain exactly what "bisexual" actually meant. Yes, back then she had supplied him with all those girls to fuck and impregnate, but she had also engaged in lesbian lovemaking with them — it was simply in her blood, in a way. He grinned; he had enthusiastically pounced on all those girls, fucked them endlessly, and finally — every last one of them — impregnated them with his potent seed. Mama laughed until she cried as Jack rattled on. His story about Lea had aroused her so much that she pounced on him.
They smoked in silence again, and he went on to tell her about "Aunt Lea" and Monika; after all, Mama knew Monika as a lesbian playmate and had actually steered Monika into his arms. Mama laughed heartily, relishing the comical situation and his quick-witted move to dub Lea "Aunt." This story about Aunt Lea, Monika, and their incestuous family web got her blood pumping again, and once more she devoured Jack right then and there. Then he told her about Edeltrud, whom Monika had lovingly steered into his arms. Edeltrud had transferred a dozen of her best nude photos and videos to his phone, and he showed them to Mama, who was absolutely thrilled. "She’s a real beauty, your Swede," Mama murmured. She chewed her lip and asked again if the Swede was really bisexual. He was supposed to give her the Swedish girl's phone number; she was really razor sharp on her. Then they watched the videos together. Dozens of videos — Edeltrud masturbating, masturbating and fucking herself with a transparent soft-rubber dildo — instantly Mama got hot again. Then some videos her fucking with sweet young boys — all under 15 — and a lot of videos with an older man. "He could be her father," Mama mused. "She’s the spitting image of him." Jack agreed; that had to be her Papa, for sure. The way she fucked him — so solemnly and reverently — yes, that had to be her Papa, without a doubt. Mama pounced on Jack, but he was too tired. She jerked him off with her fist and let him cum down her throat. Then she masturbated herself, her eyes fixed on the videos in loop, Edeltrud fucking sweet little shy boys of 12, or 15 max. Mama had very rarely masturbated herself when Jack was around, but now all inhibitions were gone. She didn't stop until her clit was rubbed raw.
He stayed with Mama for a few more days; after all, it was university break. In the morning, they showered together, and when she bent over — offering him her sweet ass and the hairy pussy beneath it to be lathered up and washed — he fucked her from behind in that bent-over position; his Mama had always loved that.
Jack had saved the phone numbers of Lea, Monika, and Edeltrud; he would call them one by one and invite them to his wicked love nest.