Mating Rituals Ch. 13

Karen's hips bucked under his hand and she writhed her body as she came while he continued his stimulation. When she'd had enough she moved his hand away and slowly came down from her release.

"That was beautiful, thank you sweetheart. You just made me cum. How did that feel?"

"Yeah, that was cool. How often can you do that?"

"Oh, lots of times. We're different from men. Most men need time to recuperate between their orgasms, women usually don't. So just because I've cum doesn't mean everything else is off now. It's always a good idea to give a woman at least one orgasm before you enter her with your penis. That way she's more likely to be satisfied, and a satisfied woman is a lot easier to manage than a frustrated one, believe me. If you wanted you could do that several more times, the limit being the amount of frustration you can handle seeing your partner having all the fun while you're just wanting to get your rocks off. However, being young and healthy you'll probably be able to cum many times in one evening too. Shall we continue?"

"Oh yes please, Mom."

"Right, so position yourself between my legs with your cock just below my pussy . . . . yes, that's about right, now take your weight on your elbows. If you want at this stage you can suck or nibble my nipples . . . yes, that's really good, but I want your cock inside me so move forward until the head's at the entrance to my vagina . . . yes, that's great, now simply push forward with your hips and toes and let him simply slide inside."

Ryan pushed and felt his cock sliding inside a slippery, warm tube. It felt wonderful, he decided. He continued pushing and it continued going further into his mother's vagina. After a few more seconds he felt his pubic bone press against hers. That was as far as he could go. He needed more friction for stimulation; more movement, so he pulled partly out and pushed back in, quickly establishing a rhythm. He suddenly realized he was fucking his mother. He quickly decided fucking was great. It seemed to send all sorts of very nice feelings right through his body. If this was what it felt like for Sophie, no wonder she was so hooked on it. The thought of Sophie and how he was going to fuck her very soon caused him to begin to feel like he wanted to pee, but it was different. Is this how it felt to get ready to cum, he wondered. He stepped up the rhythm; his body seemed to have a mind of its own as he pounded his cock into his mother's vagina, fucking her hard in a rhythm that was as old as time itself, drawing closer and closer to his release.

"Mom, I think I'm gonna to cum," he said urgently.

"Yes, sweetheart, you cum; cum inside your Mommy, cum for Mommy. Oooohhhh, yes, I'm going to cum too, yes, harder, ooohhh, yes, harder, ooohhh, yes, fuck, FUCK, FUCK MEEEEE!!"

Karen's talk and cries had been too much for Ryan. He felt his cum rising until it exploded inside his mom's vagina as he felt her squeezing and pulsating around his cock. His body went rigid as he pumped pulse after pulse into her. Then he relaxed, unable to support his weight, and collapsed onto her, feeling her hard nipples pressing into his chest, both of them panting for breath.

After a few minutes, Karen wriggled a little. "I need to breathe," she gasped. Ryan lifted off her and she drew in great lungfuls of air.

"What a lover you are," she praised him, "Getting us both to cum together. That was so wonderful. Thank you darling, thank you."

"No, thank you, Mom, for showing me how to make love to a woman. That was so awesome."

They curled up together, mother and son, and were soon fast asleep. During the night Ryan woke with a hard cock and for a few seconds forgot where he was. Then he felt Karen alongside him and gently rolled her onto her back then spread her legs with his knee. He positioned himself over her and slowly eased his cock into her pussy, still very wet from their combined juices earlier. He began gently rocking back and forth, his cock sliding inside her, stimulating him. She moaned and put her arms around him. He felt her vaginal muscles contracting, squeezing his cock, and felt her hips moving to match his rhythm. It took only a very few minutes before he felt his orgasm approaching once again and he spurted another load of cum deep inside his mom. He rolled onto his side, pulling her with him, and they both drifted back to sleep, still locked in a lovers' embrace.

The following morning it was Karen who woke him by sitting astride his body and gently stroking his hard cock.

"Good morning, my lover," she greeted him, "You ready for more?"

"Always ready to help a lady in distress," he joked.

She shuffled forwards until her pussy was dripping over his cock, then she placed the entrance to her love tunnel over his cock and slowly sank down onto it. Ryan felt himself being engulfed by her vagina as he slid slowly and sexily into her warm, wet tunnel, finally ending when their crotches were pressed together. He still couldn't feel the end.

"Mom, how long are you? Why can't I feel the end of your vagina?"

"I guess you can blame Al for that. He's so huge and so long that anyone who's fucked him a few times soon has their vagina stretched to accommodate him. The length apparently takes a while to come back but the girth fortunately quickly comes back to normal."

"So you and Al fuck often, then?"

"Yes, quite often, once or twice a week usually."

"Oh, Ok. I just wondered. So we could fuck often too then?"

"Yes, darling, as often as we both want. Now fuck me, honey."

Ryan did; Karen showed him how to hold her hips for leverage and to push and pull her back and forth, explaining that in this position she was able to regulate how much pressure she had on her clit and could therefore stimulate herself at the best level. After a few minutes she was ready to cum and Ryan was surprised when she leant back and with a short, sharp scream she came hard on his cock. He waited patiently as she finished and then slowly continued the movements, pushing and pulling her back and forth on his cock until he felt himself approaching his orgasm once more. He reached up and clutched his mom's breasts, stimulating her nipples as she continued the fucking motions while he pressed upwards inside her, squeezing her clit hard as he sought to release another dose of sperm inside her. A few more seconds and they came together once again, his spurts filling her tunnel and oozing out beside his cock while she leaned back, then flopped forwards, collapsing onto his chest, panting hard.

They took many minutes to recover, then showered together and walked out to the kitchen for breakfast. They both had that 'just fucked' look and Ryan received congratulations from everyone on achieving manhood.

"So, lover, is it my turn tonight?" asked Sophie as she gently kissed him good morning.

"Yes, my darling, it most certainly is. Tonight and every night, well, at least every night until we decide otherwise."

They walked off quietly to eat breakfast together, Ryan telling her about his night and Sophie telling him about the night she had just spent in Frank's bed. They agreed that they were very lucky to have been raised and to still continue to live in such a welcoming, sharing family where sex with anyone was permitted and encouraged. They marvelled that such an arrangement seemed to preclude any problems associated with jealousy of one by another because everyone seemed to agree that nobody 'owned' anyone else and that everyone had equal rights in selecting a partner from the people available. Both confided that they were looking forward to tonight together and to the party tomorrow.

Sophie's psychology papers were going well with finals approaching. Next year, one major project was a dissertation on a topic of her choice. She had been wondering about this for a while now; what would be a suitable topic? It had to be able to be completed in the time allowed, about nine months, had to use people who were readily available and had to produce some new information, so it couldn't just be a repeat of someone else's work. She had considered the possibly unique situation in which she lived and decided that the micro-culture of her home environment was as different from what was considered 'normal' as many of the cultures of so-called third world countries that had been studied in depth by reputable psychologists and anthropologists. Sophie had discussed the possibility of undertaking an analysis of their sub-culture with the senior members of the family, Bel, Lance, Cherie, Al, Karen and Frank, and the chief concern was the possibility of a breach of privacy.

"We don't want the supportive family we have developed here to become the subject of intense scrutiny by authorities," they had emphasised. "But then again, we believe in what we teach and practise and would be happy to assist others to develop the same or similar community models elsewhere. They cannot do that unless they know about us, but we don't want to become the subject of ridicule, being denigrated as a bunch of radical hippies with low standards of morality who participate in illegal activities. So yes, you can certainly use this family as a study topic, but please discuss with us your results before you publish them. Our concerns are mainly about confidentiality for our family members; we don't want to end up feeling we're in a zoo."

Sophie had agreed and assured everyone that she would give them a copy of the report before she submitted it, and only submit it after it had been approved. After last night, she realized why the senior people in the family had concerns. She had just been initiated into sexual relations with her father, who was also her grandfather, while her boyfriend had last night been initiated by his mother, and that in a country where incest was usually considered to be illegal. She knew in her own mind that there was a general fear about incest as it could possibly cause the proliferation of undesirable genetic traits, but not in every case as she realized that she herself was a product of just such an incestuous union, and there was nothing wrong with her, was there? In any case, surely incest was perfectly fine unless a baby was to be produced, and in this day and age that was definitely optional, at least in the vast majority of cases.

Sophie also considered the aspects of marriage and polyamory within the family. Both were practised; both seemed to work perfectly fine, so what was the problem? She couldn't see one. She also couldn't see a problem with the completely accepted and agreed dress code, or lack of one, in which nudity anytime, anywhere was perfectly acceptable. Just because you were naked did not mean that you wanted sex, although most seemed to for much of the time. Adding to that was the prevalent free attitude towards sex, allowing people to make love with one another whenever and wherever they wanted to, except when underage people were present. However, she also realized that she was a product of the system she was investigating. Someone from outside the system would undoubtedly see these aspects differently and would bring their own value judgements to bear on those observations. Perhaps she was the wrong person to carry out this investigation. But then, she realized, no matter who carried out the investigation, they were bound to bring their prejudices to the study. The old adage that you find what you look for would quite possibly hold true.

The other aspect that she had considered studying for her project was the availability and use of BDSM within the family. She had been told that the toyroom had been greatly expanded and was now referred to as the Dungeon, and she had seen the cane and whip marks on people who had enjoyed activities in the Dungeon. She was looking forward to being introduced to this over the coming weekend, the term 'coming' causing her to grin a little as she realized the unintended pun. One thing she would like to investigate was the way in which the giving and receiving of pain, and sexual pain in particular, was not only accepted, but often actually craved after the first initiation. She found that was one of the major thoughts on her mind right now; what would happen to her in the Dungeon over the weekend? She had enjoyed her initial introduction a few nights ago and, as she thought about this, she found herself unconsciously running her fingers over the fading marks from her first caning, and wanting more. So what was so fascinating about BDSM? Definitely a topic for her to study, maybe for a PhD thesis in a few years.

With those long-term possibilities in mind and with her most recent experiences within the family, today, of all days, was the day appointed for her to discuss her research project with her professor. As she travelled to college she thought it ironic to be discussing such a topic a few days after being initiated by her father and grandfather as a woman and the day after sleeping with her boyfriend's father, some of whose sperm was probably still inside her, while her boyfriend spent the night losing his virginity with his mother. Clearly, Sophie realized, this was something for her to chuckle over, not something to be broadcast at a professorial meeting.

That evening at dinner she announced that her meeting had gone well; the professorial board was fascinated that such an alternative community existed within their own neighborhood, and she had been given free rein to define and study a topic of her choice related to the activities and values of that community. She emphasized to her family that there would be absolute confidentiality and that the location of the family would remain secret to avoid repercussions from society and the law. That announcement set the tone for the ensuing discussion, which continued in small groups after dinner.

"What're you thinking?" asked Ryan as he sat next to Sophie, his hand gently stroking her inner thigh.

"I'm just wondering if I'm making a terrible mistake about this study. Am I jeopardizing what we have for the sake of a research paper? What happens if the authorities decide to raid the place and close it down? What will everyone do? Where will they go? What about the young people, the ones who have grown up with this lifestyle and will be initiated as adults in the next few years? And the even younger ones who still have many years of learning and growing in this community before they even approach adulthood? We even have a licensed school here now for our children since Marie and Tracy graduated as teachers. What right do I have to put all that in jeopardy?"

"Yes, honey, I know it's a huge decision," replied Ryan reassuringly. "I'm sure you'll be able to do the investigation and write the report without compromising the safety, integrity and confidentiality of the family. After all, it need not even be in this country. Nobody needs to know where you went to carry out your research, nor do they need to know that you actually live within the community you have researched. It'll be fine, trust me. I'll read it for you and make certain that there are no identifying statements at all. Now, honey, what's more to the point is that we need to go to bed for some privacy so I can quench my desires for your sweet body."

He leant over and kissed her long and hard. She reached for him, noticing that it was not just the kiss that was long and hard.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I won't let my thoughts spoil our first night together, darling. Time to go, I think."

They stood; Sophie grabbed his cock with her hand, waved goodnight to the groups of people and led Ryan to her bedroom, followed by the sounds of wolf whistles from their families.

Once in the privacy of her room the lovers embraced each other, kissing, hugging and pressing their bodies together which caused both to become more aroused. Eventually they broke their kiss and Sophie walked to her wardrobe and removed a cane.

"I took the liberty of bringing this for us to play with. I was caned the other night and loved it, so I want more. I don't know if you've been caned or not, but I'm quite happy to introduce you to it if you wish."

"Oh, no I haven't been caned yet, yes I'd quite like to experience it and yes, I'm quite willing to cane you, sweetheart, if that's what you want."

"Thank you. darling," replied Sophie, hugging and kissing Ryan. "Here's the cane. I'll bend over the end of the bed and you can cane my ass. Ok?"

"Sure, honey, if that's what you want," agreed Ryan, taking the proffered cane and swishing it through the air. Sophie lay on the bed, arms outstretched, legs wide apart. Ryan had difficulty restraining himself from simply burying his cock as far as it would go inside Sophie's drooling pussy, but instead he took a position to one side and laid the cane gently against her ass cheeks.

"About there?" he asked.

"Yes, darling, that'll be great."

Ryan swung the cane back and struck her ass with it, watching it hit both ass cheeks, leaving a white line beneath where it struck. Sophie enjoyed the swoop from her stomach as the first stroke hit and resisted the urge to cup her cheeks with her hands. She thought he was a little light so asked for the next to be harder. Ryan swung again, slightly harder, and Sophie felt the sting as it fell. Ryan again watched in fascination as her ass cheeks shuddered under the blow, her whole body gave an involuntary lurch from the stinging pain, a white stripe appeared as if from nowhere and then gradually changed to red to match the first stripe alongside.

"Thank you, darling, that feels soooo good. Please give me three more like that, honey."

Ryan delivered the next three, making the last one slightly harder, then stood back and watched the results of his handiwork. He noted that Sophie's body was trembling slightly and was covered in a sheen of perspiration from the excitement induced by the caning. He waited for her instructions and was surprised when she stood up, kissed him, thanked him, and lay on her back with her feet flat on the floor.

"Now I want you to cane my breasts," she said, her voice hoarse from emotion, a huge smile on her face. "Give me two strokes on the tops, two on the undersides, and a final stroke across my nipples, hard."

Ryan positioned himself and delivered the first four strokes, leaving red lines to show the path of the cane. "You're sure you want a stroke across your beautiful nipples?" he asked.

"Yes, darling, in fact make it two strokes, harder than the others."

Ryan was quite surprised but realized his darling girlfriend was obviously a pain slut. So he struck quite hard across her nipples and watched as she writhed in pain on the bed. He waited until she stopped moving then delivered the second blow.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!" she screamed as her body convulsed frighteningly before his eyes. For a split second Ryan was afraid he had mortally wounded her, then he realized that she was having an orgasm; from caning? She cupped her pussy with her hands as the sensations obviously continued, then slowly she came back to earth, lying there, panting hard to regain her breath.

"Oh, darling, that was beautiful. Thank you, honey, thank you so much."

She reached up for him and he lay beside her, cuddling and kissing her.

"You know, usually I'd now ask you to cane my pussy but I think that will have to wait till later in the weekend. I don't want our first night together to be painful due to a caned clit."

"Definitely not. Likewise, I don't want my cock or balls caned tonight either. Right now, though, I need you."

He moved over her and his cock sought its rightful place, then slid inside easily and quickly, filling her vacancy until his pubic bone pressed hard against her clit. They lay together for several long minutes, unmoving except for their lips and tongues duelling with each other. Ryan became aware of the fluttering of her vagina against his rigid cock, feeling the sensations stimulating his already overstimulated organ. He began withdrawing and pushing back inside, out and in, again and again, slow at first but rapidly increasing in tempo until once again he felt his sperm rising, signalling an impending orgasm.