Chapter 1: Caught in the Act

Since turning 16 (I am 19 now), my relationship with my mother had strained to its breaking point. We argued about everything including how much I was on the phone, my average grades, and the clothes I wore. But as teenagers often do, I disobeyed my mother and bought many revealing outfits. These included sundresses, short skirts, push-up bras, thongs, stay-up stockings, etc. I figured that since I had a job at a clothing store and I earned my own money, I should be able to buy my own clothes. (Especially since I got a sweet employee discount).

I should explain that I come from a rather upper class family and my mother was all about keeping up the image. To my mother, image is everything. She is head of the PTA, involved in the Neighbourhood Watch and a number of other volunteer groups, all too mundane to mention. Of course, for this to work, both of us (me and my 21 year old brother) must, in my mother's mind, be the perfect children. This, of course, meant we had a rather structured life. I was not allowed to date and my curfew was midnight on weekends (when I was not grounded). My mom always wore conservative clothing, a lengthy skirt and pantyhose. It never failed. I had never seen her wear jeans. She prohibited me from wearing jeans till high school and finally succumbed when my friend Carla convinced her.

Carla is another story. My best friend since grade one. She is very, very pretty, petite (only 4'10) with hypnotic green eyes and flaming red hair. In truth, she attracts more girls than guys. She has all the lezzies under her spell (and skirt) and they will do anything to have the privilege of eating from her box. She has over a dozen teen college lesbians to use and manipulate as she pleases including: the SRC president, school treasurer, three cheerleaders, a few jocks, a couple nerds, a mary jane, and a canteen worker. The president is handy to use to get her output on all school activities; the school treasurer always fudges the numbers when Carla needs some extra cash, the cheerleaders and jocks are handy to get invited to all the best parties, and are great sideshow entertainment. We have had the cheerleaders do dirty dance numbers, touch themselves in front of the fans and go panty-less wearing stay-up stockings instead of pantyhose. (that got them a week suspension) The jocks we made not wear bras during a couple games which led to numerous accidental flashes and great nipple shots. The nerds are handy as they did all Carla's homework, in truth she had not done a lick of homework all year (pardon the pun). Tammy, the mary jane, was used to get us invited to upper class functions with politicians and so forth. The canteen worker, Mary, always gave us free food and drinks. Although no one really knew it, we control large portion of the school from the sidelines.

On top of the teen lesbos, there are also adults begging to lick from her cunt. Her soccer coach, a beautiful toned university student, got her and I fake id's for a taste of Carla's delicacy. Carla's next-door neighbor, a mother of four, craved Carla's juices so badly she has lent Carla her Porsche whenever she wanted it. Of course, because Carla wanted nice clothes, she used her aura to seduce an older sales woman at one of the classiest clothing store in town. The woman was in her mid-forties and after one teasing taste she was hooked and offered Carla free clothes in return for the privilege to savior Carla's orgasmic aura. Most entertainingly though was our mail carrier. She was quite a chubby woman in her 30s, but quite pretty. Anyways, one day we invited her in during a rainstorm and before we knew it she was fucking herself with a cucumber in front of us. We then had her fuck her ass with it and then eat it still glistening with her shit. Because she was rather overweight she seemed to try even harder than most and ended up fucking her tight cunt with a wine bottle while I pounded her ass with a strap on. Anyways, once a month or so we invite her over for fun.

Lastly, Carla's math professor, Miss Walters, had given Carla an A in the class even though Carla had not handed in an assignment or written a test all semester, all Carla had to do was spread her legs on her professor's desk and savoir the young professor's tongue eagerly lapping her pussy.

Anyways, I digress a lot, but my point is simply Carla has a certain touch, maybe it's her masculine personality that intimidates guys and attracts girls. Not hat she is a lesbian either, its just that she says guys are generally bad fucks, while girls, young and old, are eager to please.

I guess I should note that the first time Carla offered her cunt to me, in grade 12 on my 18th birthday; I without hesitation went down on her and loved every second of it. I should note I am not gay either; I have screwed a few guys and I love cock way too much. I should also note that I am quite attractive myself. I have the girl next door look--you know the one--looks innocent as pie, but deep down isn't so innocent. I have black hair, hazel eyes, firm perky breasts, a tight ass and perfect toned legs. I am 5'5 and tower over Carla. While Carla exudes sexuality, mine is more hidden, but is raging to be let loose at full speed.

Well, Carla had, for the last six months, been trying to get my mother to succumb to her. It should be noted that my mother is very pretty, actually gorgeous. She looks almost identical to 50s movie star Rita Hayworth, which I thought was such a waste since she acted more like June Cleaver. Now this had started as a dare, a joke, by me, as I figured it would be fun to watch Carla finally fail, but to my surprise her flirtatious side was slowly wooing my other it seemed. Nothing major, just simple changes. For example, my mother always complimented Carla's outfits, which were very slutty and revealing. Her latest outfit, which she wore yesterday, was an orange tank top, no bra, you could see her nipples clearly through the thin fabric, a skimpy skirt that was four inches above the knee and white stay up stockings which were in clear view. My mother said she looked good in it and liked that she wore whatever she felt like it. (which I thought was ironic). My mom also seemed to stare at Carla's legs. Carla would occasionally flash her naked beaver to my mother, who would stare and then quickly turn her head away after realizing she was starring. Recently, Carla had started giving my mom kisses when she arrived and left. They began as pecks on the cheek, then on the lips. Then this past week, she began kissing her everytime my mom did something for her. Bring her lemonade-kiss; say she looked good-kiss; hold the door open-kiss. It also seemed my mom liked these as she was doing more for her. Yesterday, Carla kissed my mom 8 times and the last time, when she left, was a full 3 seconds long, her hand on my mom's ass the whole time. I figured my mom. Just maybe, was not the prude she portrayed herself to be.

Then today it happened. I came home from school a couple hours early because I felt a bit tired. I heard moans of joy, of fucking, in the kitchen. I quietly moved to where the sounds were coming from and peaked into the kitchen. I saw a man's naked ass, and a pair of legs sticking high up in the air as the man fucked her on our kitchen table. At first, I could not see their faces, but the man looked familiar. Then I heard a voice I knew was my mother's scream "That's it Danny, fuck my ass, don't stop baby." I couldn't believe it, my mother was fucking my uncle, her brother. Now I know incest was more common than advertised as Carla told me of stories of people she had been with and their taboos. They included, in case you are curious, a mother who seduced her daughter, two sisters who experimented on each other, a father who trained her daughter to be his own personal slut and a grandmother who had fucked both her sons, her daughter and all 4 grandchildren (3 boys and a girl). Anyways, my mother was saying things I would never in a million years think I would ever hear her say "That's it, bang my shithole", "Oh yeah, fuck me with your massive cock" and "Harder, make me cum." Eventually, it was clear my mother came, soon after she dropped to her knees and quickly took his stiff rod in her mouth. She sucked with reckless abandonment, oblivious to the fact the fuck stick was just in her ass. Soon my uncle was cumming and moaned, "Take my cum slut." My mother, miss prim and proper, obeyed taking every last drop. I stood there, waiting for my mother to see me. My mother got up, after tenderly licking the shrinking cock and went to kiss her brother when she saw me. Oh if I had a tape for the look on her face it would have been worth a million bucks. She quickly tried to cover herself up saying "Mandi, I am so sorry. Please don't tell anyone."

My uncle stood there still completely naked his generous seven inch cock sagging. He made no attempt to hide his impressive cock, but did not speak. I did notice it was rising again. When I did not respond to her first statement, she begged, "Please don't tell your father. I'm so sorry you had to see this." Instead of responding, I decided to be all dramatic, and walked out of the room.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door, I assumed it was my mother, but it was uncle, dressed now. He smiled and came in and sat on my bed. After a bit of a silence he handed me a 100 dollar bill. I took the bill. "Deal," he said.

I smiled and shrugged, "Sure."

He chuckled, "If you keep your silence, you could earn more money. We could use a lookout."

"Does mom know about this ... bribe?"

"No, but she's a practical woman who realizes he situation."

"She'll never go for it."