famfun1.txt
                           FAMILY FUN
                   by Ed Dippus  aka "Fast Oeddie"

                            Chapter 1 
                      
One summer Saturday, shortly after my first year of college, I
returned home from a noon racquetball game to find my Mom washing
her car.  I winced as I recalled I had promised to do this for her
before my game.  I ran up the driveway, dropped my stuff and
started apologizing.
        "Forget it," she said, "I'm kind of used to your
scatterbrains.  Honestly, I don't know how you make it in college."
        I picked up a sponge and started helping her.  It was a hot,
muggy day and I was still dressed in the nylon shorts I had worn
to play racquetball.  My t-shirt was discarded in favor of gaining
a tan.  Soon sweat was glistening off my torso.
        "Say," my Mom said approvingly, "Have you been working out? 
You look like you've developed a mighty fine body."
        I looked up at my mom, surprised that she'd mention something
like that.  She was leaning across the hood, eyeing me appreciatively.
She was also dressed in shorts and a white dago-T. This top gaped open, 
revealing  the tops of her perky little breasts.  Trying not to ogle 
her too much, I mumbled something about lifting at school, then went 
back to washing.
        We finished up and I started collecting the buckets and
sponges as Mom hosed off the car.  As she swished the water back
and forth, she inadvertently sprayed me.  "Hey!" I shouted, "you're
getting me wet."
        "Oh really," she grinned innocently,"I haven't even started." 
Then she turned the hose on me.
        "Hey!" I shouted again lunging for the hose. "Let's see how
you like it."
        I grabbed the nozzle, but she held on tight.  In the ensuing
struggle, we both got entirely soaked.  Finally she regained
control and sprayed me again.  I bent down and bent the hose,
restricting the water flow.  "Truce!" I called laughingly. 
As we grinned at each other, I noticed that I could see her tits through
the soaked tee as clearly as if they were naked.  The sight gave
me an instant hard-on.
        Looking up to her face, I saw she was as mesmerized by my
shorts as I was by her shirt.  I let go of the hose, and she
sprayed me full in the face, knocking me over.
        "Fine," I yelled. "Clean up yourself.  I'm hitting the
showers." I needed to jack off this monster before it burst.  So
I rolled over and made a bee-line for the house.
        In the hot shower, as I soaped my rod, my mind was filled with
my Mom's petite body and exquisite tits.  I rubbed faster, nearing
my climax.  Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.  Through the
translucent shower doors I saw the vague outline of my Mom step
into the room and close the door.
        "Hurry up in there,"she said."I'm soaked."
        "Tough," I said, hurriedly rinsing away the lather in my
crotch. "It's your own fault.  Now you can wait your turn."
        "The hell you say," she trilled.  Then, to my astonishment,
I watched her form through the door as she stripped!  The white of
the t-shirt went first, then she stepped out of her shorts.  All
of a sudden I found myself staring at her naked outline and wishing
the shower door was clear instead of frosted.  But I didn't need
to, because the next thing I knew, she slid the door back and
stepped into the shower with me!
        "Hello there!" she said. Then, looking down, "My goodness,
that's quite a hard-on you have there."
        "M-m-m-m-mmom!"I stuttered."What's going on here?"
        "Oh ,come on," she said,"it's not like I've never seen you
naked before."
        "But, what about you?"
        "We're both adults, aren't we?" she said suggestively. As I
stared aghast at her she said "Come on, Bill.  You've been ogling
me for years.  It always turned me on, a little.  Then, when you
got back from school looking like this.  Well, I'm only human...
and very horny."
        I tried one more protest."What about Dad?"
        "He won't be back from golfing for another three hours. 
Besides, somehow I don't think he'd mind. Now, how about letting
me give you a hand?" she said, stepping forward and grabbing my
tool.  
        "Oh, this is nice," she cooed, stroking my rod "how about a
little more soap.  There, that's slipperier.  My, what a fine young
cock you have, son.  It's a shame I didn't latch onto this sooner."
        My head whirled as her small hand danced around my shaft. 
Soon all my protests were forgotten as I shut my eyes and drifted
with my favorite fantasy finally coming true. 
        "Hey, Bill," she said huskily, "Why don't you touch me, too.
I won't bite, at least, not yet."
        In a daze I reached out to her breasts and soaped them up. 
I wiped my hands around them, cupping, pushing, squeezing, lifting. 
I thumbed her nipples and was rewarded with a long low moan.
        "Oh, yes, baby. Play with my titties.  Play with Mommy's
titties.  Oh, yes, Bill."  Her stroking of my rod continued, now
speeding up a little.  But the angle with her facing me was
uncomfortable for her wrist, so she dropped to her knees and
started pumping me in earnest, fingering herself at the same time. 
My knees buckled, and I felt myself starting to come.  
        "Yes," she urged me, "come for Mommy, come for me.  Oh come
on son.  Come in Mommy's face."
        Groaning loudly, I obeyed, my Mom to the letter, unloading
jets of jism all over her face.
        "Yes! Yes! she yelled,"I'm coming too.  Oh I'm coming, Bill."
        When our orgasms subsided, she sat back in the tub, water
spraying her hot flesh, and began scooping my cum into her mouth.
"Mmmm, yummy," she grinned "but I'd like to taste it from the
source, next time."
        Instantly my boner sprang to attention again, as if I had
never come at all.  "How about now, Mom."
        "Sure thing, baby," she said, "but you'll have to do something
for me, first."
        "Name it," I said.
        "Come here," she beckoned, "Eat Mommy's pussy."
        She sat down on the edge of the tub and spread her long tan
legs.  I knelt between them, the water pelting off my back, and applied
my tongue techniques to her twat.  Soon I had her legs curled around my 
shoulders, her hands tugging my hair as she urged me deeper into the
place I came out of (and, with luck, would be cumming into before long!)
        "Oh, Bill" she moaned "you lick pussy like a pro.  Make me cum,
baby.  Make your old mother cum!"
        And I did.  Boy, did I.  Her legs crushed my face into her crotch.
Her back arched so far I had to hold her from falling onto the bathroom 
floor.  Her loud moans echoed off the tiled walls.
        As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed her hold on me and I was able
to resume normal breathing.  (You know, someone ought to invent a nose
snorkel for dedicated pussy eaters!)  "That was the best, baby" she breathed.
        By this time I was rock hard and ready to roll.  "How about that blow-
job now?"  I asked her, standing so my dick was at lip-level for her.
        She looked up at me with a dreamy, satisfied smile on her face. 
"Sure son," she said,"but let's dry off and do it right in the bedroom."
        This was fine with me and I said so.  So we lovingly towelled each
other off and headed for the king-sized bed in the master bedroom.