Chapter 8: Mutual Joy

Weeks passed and Fall came. Since that first wonderful night we'd coupled in her bed, there had been no more attempts at denial. We fucked almost every day, sometimes twice a day. We fucked in the morning, slowly and deliciously under her warm covers. We did it in the living room, on the still-warm couch minutes after she had entertained prim and proper visitors, her legs now wantonly over her head, toes touching the cushions behind her. We fucked on the kitchen table one morning in the bright sunlight after she invited me to eat either her or the cereal while she perched on the table at my usual spot, her legs spread open around a bowl of Wheaties. I chose her and ate an extra sandwich for lunch that day.

She kept wearing those teasing tee shirts, but now hardly ever bothered with shorts or panties. The shirts provoked many great fucks when she'd lean over me like she used to, only now I wasn't afraid to reach inside and caress her teasing boobs, and when I did it often triggering hard, juicy fucking.

She confessed that she had contrived to get me thinking about touching her sexually by wearing the shirts, which she had quickly realized made me stare at her tits. She bragged about how she deliberately leaned over to show them to me whenever she could manage it.

I told her how those moments had made me masturbate furiously as soon as I could sneak away, my come arching upward for seconds before splashng down onto my chest. Even now, she still was thrilled when she could make me stare at them. She was good at it and I did stare - constantly, because I wanted to suck them... and fuck her.

We went to the Drive-in theatre and ended up fucking under a blanket in the cool Fall air, my mouth sucking on her unique nipples which I had developed an abslute fetish for. I couldn't stay away from them. If I'd been told I could never see or touch them again I'd have said fuck it - I might as well die.

She masturbated me to the verge of orgasm in a dark restaurant and we had to sneak into the men's room to finish me off, standing in a stall, her legs wrapped around my waist while we alternately giggled and wiggled until we both came while urinals flushed five feet away. We tried to time our exit but as we left the room together, an elderly patron entering gave us an amazed stare. We laughed about that for weeks.

We regularly gave each other oral sex. I loved sucking her pussy and prominent clitoris. Many times I'd take her to completion and then find a way to tease another climax or two out of her by playing with myself for her enjoyment or pushing a finger into her anus an inch or so while I licked her clitoris and vagina. Soon I began to lick and suck on her anus to lubricate it for my finger. She went ballistic when I sucked on it and would usually come moments later, clenching her butt muscles around my finger repeatedly.

One night, before we went to bed, I got to thinking about how she usually seemed to wiggle a lot when my finger was in her ass. "Mom, what does it feel like when I push my finger into your butt?" She turned to me, surprised. After a few moments she said "It feels like poop sliding out of me."

She stopped, a thoughtful look on her face. "Come to think of it, I've been shitting every day for my whole life but until now I've never thought about what it feels like. Somehow I've just ignored that part of my body like it was dirty or something."

Another pause. "But you know, when your finger slides into me and then slides out again I kind of like it." She stopped and thought again. "Actually, I like it in there even more when I'm just about to come. I like the way it hurts a little because the pain turns to pleasure somehow when my climax comes."

"What if I pushed two fingers into you? Do you think that because it would hurt more that it might turn into more pleasure?" She pondered that. "There's only one way to find out." That night when she got in bed after her shower, we did.

Our lovemaking had matured by now. We each knew almost all of the other's special likes and turnons and tonight with the extra spice of what we were about to try, we were both excited quickly.

She was lying on her side in a near fetal position with her knees drawn up to her chest. I was reversed in back of her, my head was nestled in her bush, licking and sucking. This choice position allowed my finger to just reach in and manipulate her clitoris. I licked and sucked her butt for quite a while because I knew she'd come quickly afterward (and because I liked doing it).

Now, I pushed my tongue into it for the first time. "Ooooo!" She gasped. "That was strange!" I repeated the penetration, this time as far into her anus as I could push it. She had a salty, slightly bitter taste. Often after I did this my throat would be sore for a few days. We hadn't discovered enemas yet and the bacteria from her anus liked their new home in my throat. That didn't stop me for a second though, I liked sucking on her asshole too much.

She wiggled pleasureably. My fingers were working on her clitoris too. "That is starting to make me feel really sexy." She reported, wiggling her butt back and forth for a moment. As a reward, I gave her my tongue the same way again, this time pushing it in and out as far as I could each time in about the same rythmn a penis would have taken if one were penetrating her.

"Yes, that's good, keep going." She approved. All of a sudden my busy fingers were making her wriggle passionately, nearing the edge, then urging her nearer still. Instead of my tongue, I slid my index finger up into her saliva-wet anus. She clenched on it at once and as I slid it back out, she sighed with pleasure, her orgasm building. I put two fingers together, rubbed them in the copious wetness of her vagina and carefully slid them together into her wet butt hole. A half inch, an inch, two inches.

"OOWW!" She groaned, pulling her body away to escape the twin spears threatening her sphincter muscles, but just then I slapped her pussy sharply with my free hand and instead of fading, the brief pain tweaked her orgasm and led to the final beautiful flooding pleasure. As it began, she sagged back onto my fingers and they slowly slid right into her ass past the knuckles, then all the way into her.

"Owwwww! Owwwww! Oowwwwooohhh! Owwaaahhh! Aaahhh! Ooohhhh! Oooohhh! I'm Cominnnnng! OooohhhhGoddd!"

As the pain was transformed into pleasure, she screamed and came in a flood. I'd never seen fluid ejected from her vagina before but now I did. There was quite a lot of it. Her body involuntarily moved back and forth on my fingers, forcing them to leave, then repenetrate her anal muscles repeatedly.

After her climax passed and her breathing returned to normal, she rolled over to face me and pulled my face to within inches of hers. Her eyes were wide, incredulous. "Tory, that was without exception the best climax I have ever had." She searched for words to tell me, then caught my eyes and said. "I had no idea it was possible for something to feel like that! God!" She collapsed on the bed, drained.

So drained that I didn't 'get any' that night.

She became focused on her anus after that. I was interested in mine now too, but she was off on a totally consuming trip of her own toward understanding what she had experienced. Mine would have to wait. Within a few weeks, anal stimulation became an integral - rather, an essential part of our sexual life. Of course it was all leading to anal intercourse, but we didn't really understand that until the night my penis accidentally pressed itself into the puckers of her anus.

I was behind her. We were both in near fetal positions on our sides. We'd been deliciously fucking in a slow, pulsing mutual rythmn we could keep up for hours. Totally relaxed, careless, I let myself get out of sync and pulled back when she moved forward and my cock slipped out.

The rude coldness of the air after the warmth of her body made me fumble hurriedly to reclaim my spot in her. I found the spot, and pushed myself back in firmly. It went in quite a ways but then stopped like it had come to a wall. At the same time she stiffened like her being had been pierced, and sucked in her breath.

"That's the wrong door honey." She said, sounding pained.

"What? Oh!" I said, understanding suddenly. I thought about withdrawing but I had fantasized about being in her this way. Why not see what'll happen, I thought. "If I don't push any harder can I leave it there for a while?" I asked her. I increased the pressure so that although it wasn't moving further in now, if her muscles relaxed at all it would.

After a few seconds her response was to press herself back against me, threatening to further impale herself and she did manage to gain about an inch. "AAHH!" She cried, agonized. My penis was lodged in the middle of her anal sphincter and the first inch and a half of the approximately three inch long passage was now stretched to a never before experienced distance. It felt fine to me because the flesh outside her muscle ring was very warm and wet.