The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hello, my name’s Allan. I am a pretty ordinary middle class family man. I am a small scale residential architect with a modestly successful practice. I have two children, Joey, my oldest is a great kid and I will miss him when he goes away to college next year. Missy is my youngest at fourteen. She is also a great kid, if maybe a little outspoken and irreverent.

My real prize in my life is my wife Carol. She has been my inspiration since we met my first year on my college soccer team. She was a cheerleader and, by far, the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. We got married and had Joey within a year of graduation and I’ve never regretted a moment of it, until the last few years.

It seems Carol has become complacent and uninterested in keeping our sex life thriving. I can’t say I still have the drive I once had either, but she is still such an incredible knockout, that I doubt I’ll ever be more happy than with her riding my eight inch cock.

She is only five foot five and all woman with large double-D breasts and wide womanly hips held together by a slim, firm torso on long, toned, muscular legs kept in shape with biking, walking and aerobic excersize.

I also am a big fan of comic books. Ever since I was a kid, I dreamed about all those cool ads in the back being real. I have ordered and been disappointed over and over again by sea monkeys, the super spy decoder ring, the book on picking up women, and the biggest disappointment, x-ray glasses. I still read comics occasionally online. I even like to see what outrageous products are being advertised in the back pages of comic book websites.

That’s where I saw the ad for my latest obsession. The ad said,

‘Music d’Amour’ Improve your sex life with the music of love.’

“Is your marriage getting stale?

“Is your hot bed of burning sexual embers turning into a cooling bed of ash?

“Are you still on fire for him or her when they seem to be cold for you?

“Our unique Adult Alternative music CD can change everything.

“Scientifically based upon the latest KGB experiments in psychological engineering that have recently been made availible only to our highly trained specialists. Music d’Amour utilizes a range of subliminal techniques to help struggling couples reignite that spark in the bedroom.

“All it takes is your email address and we will send you a short video that demonstrates and explains how it works. Once you place your order, you will be asked to fill out a simple questionnaire and make a recording of yours and your spouse’s voice,and as fast as the Postal System can deliver, your love life will go from fizzle to sizzle.

“WARNING, the techniques used in Music d’Amour are so potent that this offer can only be made availible to established married couples who have been together for ten years or more and give full consent.

“Don’t wait, stoke the furnace of love today with Music d’Amour.”

Why not, It was only $9.95 (Fully refundable if unsatisfied for any reason) + shipping and handling, for the program. The sample sound track was interesting, if a little unusual. I’ve always enjoyed Alternative and New Age music. The video demonstration was way over the top, no way could it work as well as the marketing hype, but I liked the idea of it.

I punched in my address, credit card number and promised that I was a married couple of more than ten years and that we both understood and agreed to the terms of use agreement. They even had an indemnification clause. I didn’t read it, everybody has an indemnification clause now days. I checked the box next to it and clicked [SEND].

As it turned out, shipping and handling was over fifty bucks and non-refundable. So, when I got the demo CD and questionnaire in the mail, I figured I might as well follow through to the end, since I’d already paid fifty dollars that I wasn’t getting back. I wasn’t so enthusiastic about it actually working after being duped by their shipping scam.

The CD came and I plugged it in. Very nice, professional presentation. The language was educated and seemed produced by a native speaker. That made me feel better.

My computer screen filled with their logo and the video started.

‘WELCOME TO MUSIC D’AMOUR’

‘Thank you for putting your faith in us. The future of your marriage is looking brighter and hotter already, because our scientists have developed the perfect psychology-based solution to improve your marriage and your sex life.’

‘Here is how it works.’

‘Subliminal messaging has been known and understood for decades. Combined with cutting edge psychology and new discoveries around the natural rhythms in the brain, people’s minds can be opened up to new attitudes or insulated from undesirable emotions.’

‘Everyone has an inner-voice.’

‘That inner voice both models and directs our thinking. For 99% of us, it is the sound of our own voice in the real world. We have an innate and nearly absolute trust in our own voice. Our brains become accustomed to the frequencies, the timber and the unique modulations in our own voice. These attenuations direct, shape and control the inner workings of our minds.’

‘The rhythms of emotion.’

‘Emotions are how we give value to the information we take in from the world. If no value is given to potential stimuli, our brains are very good at filtering that information out. The natural attenuations of our brains are what carry the brain signals of those emotions to the decision centers. Through special subliminal techniques, specificly identified potential stimuli can be given more or less value.’

‘Sex is an emotional behavior.’

‘Sex has emotional markers in the brain. This means there are rhythms (frequencies) associated with our attitudes towards sex and sexual behaviors, and by extention, our attitudes towards sex and our attraction to potential sexual partners. Over time our brains become familiar with the vocal qualities of our life partners. Like our personal inner voices develop in reaction to our own voice, there are also mental adaptations to the voices we are the most familiar with. These inner voices also help determine what we give value to and what we don’t.’

‘Many people often hear their thoughts repeated to themselves in the form of long time loved ones, such as parents, or siblings or best friends, even teachers and offspring can leave strong imprints on our brains and live on as one of numerous inner voices, in our minds.’

‘By filling out our survey and sending in a recording sample of yours and your spouse’s voices, a custom CD of Music d’Amour can be made that is tailored to match those familiar inner voices. The result will be to effectively improve of your attitudes, trust and connection towards each other and boost your sexual attraction to each other and ultimately highten your love life together. Music d’Amour will help you gain the courage to live out a richer more fulfilling sexual fantasy life; the kind of fantasies your emotional fears have blocked you from. Music d’Amour will bring you, as a committed couple, together in ways you have barely cared to fantasize about.’

‘The other people in your life.’

‘Most married couples don’t live together in isolation. There are family members, friends and even professional and business associates that surround us all. Often, what prevents us from fulfilling our sexual fantasies together as a couple are the social inhibitions imposed upon us by others.

Music d’Amour includes a generalized non-specific psychology-based mechanism in its rhythms that predisposes the people around you to either ignore as valueless or accept as normal and unremarkable, the renewed sexuality you and your spouse will be free to explore. People exposed to the Music d’Amour, who are not one of the two loving couple this very special custom CD was produced for, will be subconsciously directed to accept your new heightened sexual behaviors as inconsequential or even normal and acceptable. This allows you to explore your renewed relationship free of the social judgments of others.

Once you learn to relax with Music d’Amour, you will be able to expriencing an expanded and fuller sex life. You will soon be daring to show your affection for each other, even in front of other members of your family or friends without the anxiety or fear of what they may think or do. While listening, to your custom CD, their brains will be predisposed to filter out or adapt to the activities you and your spouse have become free to engage in, as normal and common occurrences.’

‘Sexual imprinting.’

‘As we all have a trusted personal inner voice, so have we other inner voices that we trust. When we develop relationships with others, our unconscious mind imprints upon those relationships, constructs images, and associates emotional values with them. Often, the voices associated with these relationships take on power to influence our emotions and determine attraction or repulsion of the relationships, in our minds. That is why both halves of the couple needs to provide voice samples.’

‘Music d’Amour constructs special customized music and subliminal messages, using the tones and frequencies from the sample voices to strengthen your relationship and improve sexual desire, as well as sexual responses of your partner in life. After listening to Music d’Amour only a couple of times, you will start to notice yourself and your partner in more sexual situations with each other. You will unconsciously, as well as consciously seek sexual situations that will enhance your relationship in some of the most rewarding experiences you have ever had as a couple.

‘By filling out our questionnaire, you can start developing yours and your partner’s positive emotional attitudes towards your personal sexual fantasies. Music d’Amour works by reducing inhibitions and social and mental blocks to help you become the sexual couple you have always wished you had the courage to be.’

‘THIS IS NOT MIND CONTROL.’

‘Music d’Amour is not a mechanism for mind control. Couples who struggle with their love life are not looking for control of their partners, and this CD will not give such control. It merely sets your mind free and helps direct it towards a more positive attitude in association with sex and your chosen sexual partner. You can not command one partner to do something they fundamentally don’t want to do and they can’t do so to you either.’

‘Rest assured that your trust in Music d’Amour is well placed and you can soon be experiencing the benefits of placing your faith in us.

Thank you and good life to you both, from all of us here at Music d’Amour.’

There were a few charts and more technical information. Then there was the link to their Web site and the questionnaire.

1. How often do you and your partner have sex?
   1. More than once a day.
   2. Between once a day and once a week.
   3. Less than once a week.

‘c’ (Sad but true. Carol and I have gone from sometimes more than twice a day, to almost once a month).

2. How often would you like to have sex with your partner?
   1. More than once a day.
   2. Once a day.
   3. At least every two days.

‘a’, of course.

3. Do you and your spouse like foreplay? yes/no.

‘Yes’

4. Are you and your spouse comfortable with open displays of affection? yes/no.

‘No’

5. Do you or your spouse have an interest in role play? yes/no.

(Well it would be fun to do something like that, I think. Carol has never talked about it, so I’ll answer for her).

‘Yes’

6. Do you like to show off your sexuality? yes/no.

‘Yes’ (I am proud to have a rather large penis at 8 inches, well above average. It is kind of a turn-on to show it off. I think Carol appreciates it too).

7. Is your spouse interested in exhibitionism? yes/no. (Absolutely not. Carol has very large breasts and is quite self-conscience about them. She never takes risks in public. I feel sad about that).

‘Yes’ (One can dream).

8. Do you prefer to have sex with the lights on or off?
   1. On.
   2. Off.

c. Either.

‘a’ (Most definitely. Carol is one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen and I love looking at her during sex).

9. Does your spouse prefer to have the lights on or off when having sex?
   1. On.
   2. Off.
   3. Either.

‘b’ (Carol hates having the lights on during sex. She is deathly afraid that someone might open the door or see in the window and embarrass her).

10. Which answers above, would you and your spouse like help changing? Please type in your response.

[4, 7, 9].

There were more questions, a number of which that delved into more specific sexual interests. ‘Yes’, Carol would like to have more oral sex. ‘No’, Carol has never tried deepthroat. ‘Yes’, our self-conscious hangups keep us from exploring greater sexual freedom. ‘Yes’, it would be fun to roll play and explore taboo sexual subjects with each other. ‘Yes’, we would like to feel more comfortable with public sex. ‘No’, neither of us has had anal sex. ‘Yes’, it would be fun to try. ‘No’, we are not interested in bondage and discipline. ‘No’ Carol is not interested in swinging. ‘Yes’, we are interested in trying threesomes and participating in an orgy (Ha, yeah right). ‘Yes’, we would like to be more expirimental.

That was easy enough; 30 questions in all. Now I had to record a sample of both our voices and send it to them. I setup my computer to record and read a short poem into the computer. I saved it to a file I called ‘Al is the Man.mp3’ and called Carol in to grab a sample of her voice.

Carol came in and I asked her to tell me about her dinner plans. My finger pressed lightly in the mouse button, poised to click record when she started talking.

Joey came in and interrupted his mother just then.

“Hey, I need to take the car. Some friends are going to catch the new movie at the iMax tonight. Karen says she has a head ache, so I thought I could just go myself since she’s not interested in action films anyhow.” Joey just barged in and started speaking.

Carol asked, “Are you two still together? I thought you had called it quits last month.”

“Yeah, well, we were talking about seeing other people, and all. I just haven’t hooked up with anyone else yet. We’re still friends you know.” Joey explained.

“Yes my love, you may take the car, but you better drive very carefully AND absolutely no drinking. You understand me? Your dad is happy to come get you, if need be. But if you come home after driving yourself and we find you’ve been drinking, you won’t be able to borrow the car ever again. I mean it, Mister.” Carol told her son.

“Thanks Mom. No drinking. I promise. See you later and I love you.” Joey turned and ran for the kitchen where we keep the car keys.

“Pork chops. I’m doing pork and rice. There will also be broccoli with melted cheddar. Does that suit you?” she asked with a slight roll of her eyes. It did seem like a thin excuse to get her in and record her voice.

“Yeah, sounds great. Thanks. I love you. " I assured her.

“Love you too, sweet heart. Now I’ve got chores to do.”

I clicked stop on my recording ap. I didn’t even realize I’d hit the play button, so I backed the track up half a minute and heard Carol’s voice. “... chops. I’m doing pork and rice...” I hit stop and saved the file under ‘Playing with Carol.mp3’. Good enough.

I clicked the link and attached the file. Off it went.

Five minutes later, an automated confirmation email arrived telling me they had received my email and two voice samples t two voice samples, the filled out questionnaire and the signed Terms of Use Agreement, so all parameters have been satisfied. I crossed my fingers, knowing I was just wasting my time, but what if it really worked?

Four days later, a new CD arrived labeled ‘Music d’Amour—Allan’s Songs.’ This is going to be so awesome. I couldn’t wait to play it for Carol.

‘BING’ a new email alert told me I got a confirmation email from Music d’Amour letting me know I should have received the CD. I had.

It took a little getting use to, but the music had a certain appeal that I couldn’t put my finger on.

Carol took longer getting use to the music and the kids, the longest. They did eventually stop objecting and Joey actually seemed to be getting into it even more than I did. He doesn’t normally like alternative music and even teased me about it, when he first heard it. lately, he has even asked me to turn it on.

It was really working. I noticed Carol seemed to actually be getting more interested in sex and I can attest that our sex life measurably improved after about three days. Carol actually waxed full Brazilian and went out and bought some new underwear and a few other items to wear. Oh lord was it skimpy. I was in heaven.

There were a couple of accidents. Carol and I got “playful” one morning before the kids got up and she decided to give me a blowjob under the kitchen table while I ate a delicious breakfast that she made for me. I had put the Music d’Amour CD on and Carol got very expirimental. Just when she was attempting to deepthroat me, for the first time in our nineteen years of having sex together, our kids chose that time to get up early. I just scooted closer to the table and held Carol in place over my cock while our two kids went about making breakfast, then sitting right at the table and eating with me. They never realized their mother was trapped under the breakfast table giving me the best cock sucking of my life. Neither of the kids had a clue that their mother was kneeling just under the table they sat at with my cock down her throat.

Carol wasn’t very good at it and she valiantly kept herself from gagging too hard while trying to hide under the table and I got more than one bite mark on my cock before she was done, but it was incredible. By the time they finished eating and were headed to the sink to rinse their bowls out, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Carol crawled out from under the table after Missy and Joey finally left and she was covered in my cum. That was a sexy look, I have to admit.

Another accident happened when she was just doing ordinary house chores. I was playing my music and noticed her coming out of the laundry room wearing nothing but her new thong. She looked like a centerfold model as I followed her up the stairs. She shifted the hamper she was carrying to one hand and proceeded to walk right into the kids’ bathroom and came face to face with Joey, our seventeen-year-old son, just as he was stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel. They stood and stared at each other for the longest time. Then, Joey whipped his towel around his waist and Carol stammered an apology and held up the empty hamper to explain what she was doing.

I couldn’t help but laugh. So they saw each other naked. No big deal. I expect that kind of thing will be happening on a regular basis in the future. I couldn’t get upset about two family members being naked together, could I? It seemed only natural that Carol and Joey should act comfortable around each other; they were, after all, mother and son. Besides, it was a good opportunity to take Carol into our bedroom and console her. Boy did she like being consoled.

That’s pretty much how it went until we had to take a week to tour six college campus’ (campi?). The trip went pretty well. I liked the new Summer dresses Carol bought to wear on the trip. She looked very good in them. I always thought her breasts were amazing, but when she stopped wearing a bra, they looked absolutely incredible. She is built with perfection, as far as I’m concerned and I thought she’d never looked better. About time she let the world see her legs and cleavage.

It was so funny when she woke up from a nap in the back seat. I had my special CD playing, in hopes that we could get a little adventurous in the car, at some point. Earlier she switched out of the driver’s seat, she was so tired that she got in the back with Joey and promptly fell asleep. To bad, I was feeling kind of horny. Anyhow, Missy kept turning around and commenting on her brother’s habit of mumbling in his sleep and even poking at her mother and her brother to test how soundly they were sleeping. At one point, Missy insinuated that her brother was having sexual dreams and that Carol would be able to tell, if she were awake. Maybe she could have. Mother’s can often tell things about their children, like that.

I was constantly telling Missy to leave her mother and her brother alone and let them sleep together in peace. I did take a moment to reach back and caress my wife’s hair and bare shoulder. She and Joey looked so perfect together. I let my fingers catch on her dress and smiled to myself that her breasts might have been exposed while she slept. Joey was asleep and the Music d’Amour was playing, so it seemed unlikely anyone but me would notice. Even if Joey did, he’s her son, who cares?

We toured our first campus the next day and, I’m proud to say, Joey hit it off with the cute little girl who lead the tour. She was a drummer for the college marching band and Joey had volunteered to give her a ride to the game she was playing at.

Well, it was an hour and a half away and we hadn’t booked a room for the night yet, so we all had to go. I don’t think Carol was too happy with our son for making such a rash promise without consulting us first. She even ended up having to ride on Joey’s lap for the whole trip because Beth, the girl, needed to bring her drums, her marching harness and frame and a change of clothes with her shower bag. That all got stacked in the middle of the back seat and Carol and Joey sat behind me while Beth rode shotgun with Missy behind her.

Despite Joey getting a muscle cramp, which Carol helped him massage out, it was a fun trip. I guess those two got bored at some point, because they started teasing me about my driving. The road must have been damaged from Winter frost heaves, because the whole car started to bounce up and down as we drove. New York roads can sometimes get in pretty bad shape.

I looked in the rear view mirror, which was aimed high to see over that stack of gear, and there was Carol bouncing up and down in Joey’s lap. He was bouncing pretty hard, himself, up and down under her. His face was all scrunched up with the effort they were both putting in to exaggerating the effects of the roads. I mean they really went all the way, making it look like they were really suffering from the rough roads, as if it was my driving that caused to roads to be bad. Carol’s head was beating a regular rhythm, in time with my CD, against the ceiling of the car. In the end, they even started to yell, like the shaking of the car was so bad they couldn’t even form words. I tried not to give them the satisfaction of paying them any attention, but I couldn’t help but notice when they acted like they were having seizures and their whole upper bodies started vibrating and shaking. Carol put on the best show of it. I almost pulled over to see if she was okay.

Ha ha ha, I don’t even think Carol noticed that, in playing her little game, the shoulder straps of her dress had fallen down and those big beautiful breasts of hers where bouncing all the way up to her chin, completely free of any covering. In the mirror, she looked totally naked.

Well I wasn’t going to say anything. She was the one acting the fool and the Music d’Amour seemed to keep anyone else from noticing. I just enjoyed the thought of Carol sitting naked on our son’s lap and kept driving.

I guess I needn’t have taken their teasing so poorly. Carol did finally explain she and Joey were making fun of the New York roads, not my driving. They did stop at the same time the road smoothed out. And they were both absolutely exhausted afterward.

Besides, it was perfectly appropriate for her to play around with her son, like that. It was a bonding exprience, just when her son is looking to go away to college. Carol noticed her dress had fallen and I saw her shoulder straps back in place, after awhile. Those two even sat together again after the game on the way back.

I was glad to see them horsing around nearly all the way home, too. Carol, once again, lost the shoulder straps of her dress. I really liked that new dress. It was so funny when Joey pretended to have another seizure, following Carol’s fourth fake seizure on the ride home. He threw his head back and grabbed his mother by her shoulders as she was bouncing up and down, really banging her head on the ceiling. I caught a glimpse of Carol’s massive tits bouncing up into the mirror, even though I was making an effort to ignore them and not give them the satisfaction of goading me.

Then her tits bounced up into view again and Joey’s hands had slipped off of his mother’s shoulders and were holding her naked tits in a grip that almost looked painful. They were so into their act, that they didn’t even realize what they looked like. I figured the Music d’Amour was doing its job and preventing Joey from noticing the sexual nature of Carol’s exposure, even though she was sitting right on his lap with his hands clamped right over her naked nipples. However, It made me hard, and that night, in the hotel room, I fucked Carol’s brains out. Yep, our sex life has definitely improved since I got that CD. It wasn’t anything like twice a day, but it was moving slowly in that direction.

The best thing that happened though, was at the next school we toured. It was a half hour drive and Carol suggested I and Missy would enjoy each other’s company in the front while she laid her head down in Joey’s lap to take a nap. Joey said it was fine with him and thought it would give him a chance to get ahead on his stiff muscle. Muscles?

Anyhow, we were driving some convoluted back roads through Amish country and Joey groaned. He was really having a hard time with his stiff muscles, I guess. I glanced in the mirror and couldn’t see Carol. She must have been asleep.

“Having some deep hard pain, huh Joey?” I asked him in the mirror.

He looked up, his eyes going wide with surprise when he realized I had seen his expression in the rearview mirror. He sat up straighter and must have tapped his mother awake because she sat up, raising her head out of our son’s lap. I heard the wet slurping sound of drool against skin.

Boy was she beautiful when she first wakes up. Carol’s hair was messy and pulled out of place on either side of her head. Her lips and cheeks glowed with a flushed rose that glistened brightly from the light drool that had escaped her mouth. And her lips, they were so swollen and red, she must have been sleeping face down again. I just wanted to bury my cock between those full flush lips.

I had my special music playing again. Carol and Joey had both been happy to play the music during the drive. Well, that worked out well for me. If she decided to ride up front, I planned to try some of that public sex play, the ads assured me would be possible.

Carol Cleared her throat and swallowed before answering. “Oh... ah... yeah. Joey has this one really big hard muscle that is so tense and tight, I was... um... trying to give him a deep massage. Get all the way down to the root... ah... and get him to release... uh... his cu... tension.”

I noticed Carol’s dress has slipped from the shoulder I could see in the mirror. He he, I love her new dresses. They are so light and thin, she probably doesn’t even realize her dress has slipped.

“Well, we have time before we have to check in at admissions for Joey’s tour. I was wondering if you guys would like to visit the waterfall at the State Park?” I asked.

“Yeah Dad, I want to see the waterfall.” Missy answered. She’s hard to read sometimes and I couldn’t be sure of she was being serious or sarcastic.

“Oh, sure honey.” Carol said. “How far is it?”

“It’s Just fifteen minutes from here. We’ll be there in no time.”

“Well, I better get down to work, then. I think Joey is almost there. I just need to keep suc... ah... keep messaging, his muscle with long deep strokes and I’ll have him busting to come... ah... to the waterfall.” Carol promised. She is a very loving and dedicated mother.

“Get on it Carol. It sounds like Joey needs his mother’s loving help. I’m sure you can give your son relief before we arrive. You are a great mother the way you just suck it up and do your job as a mother.

“Joey, just relax and let your mother do her thing. She’ll take care of you, so don’t hold back. just let it go so you’re mom can finish you off and we’ll be at the park in no time.”

“I got it Dad. Mom can handle me better than anyone else. I’m always happy to let her work me over until I cu... um... get my release... ah... relief.” Joey assured me. He is such a great kid.

I turned my full attention back to the road when I saw Carol dive down below the seats again to attack her son’s muscle. There was a wet gurgling sound, almost like Carol choked for a moment. She must have picked up some massage oil or something, and Joey threw his head back and groaned out loud, arching himself against the seatback. Carol was really pushing herself hard onto her son’s muscle, I guess.

I smiled to myself, as I glanced over at our daughter, fiddling with a game on her phone. Our kids are the best and I know their Mom would do anything to take care of their needs.

I heard Joey call out his appreciation of his mother’s efforts, “Oh YES, Mommy. It feels SO good when you take it all like that.”

It gives me a warm feeling to know my kids appreciate the things their mother and I do for them.

“AHH... Ugh... Yeah... Ta... ake... IT... ah... all... uh... UH... UH... ALL... of... it... All... the... way... down... your... thrrR... OooO... OAT... OH... I’m... all... most... THere! Ugh... UH... AHhhhh... I’M... cum... ummm... ING... MOM... MeeEEEEE!... I... LOVE... YOU... MOMMEEEEE!”

Wow! It is so interesting, but the music playing from the car speakers seemed to fit Joey’s cries perfectly, almost like they were the words to the song that was playing. My ears were nearly ringing from the sound of Joey’s muscle releasing its tension.

Carol was really been working over that muscle hard because she never said a word, though I could hear, even through our son’s screams, her labored and wet breathing. The moist sounds of whatever massage cream she was using were punctuated by her gagging intake of air like she forgot to swallow and was just catching the pocket of drool before escaping her open mouth. That was a strange image.

The turn for the park was just ahead. I glanced in the mirror and Joey was practically collapsed back against the seat, his head lolling to one side. Carol lifter her head up from where she had been leaning over her son’s lap. Her face was covered in her drool. My imagination wasn’t so weird, after all. She caught a thick gob of her mucus off her chin with the back off her hand and pushed it up into her mouth where she sucked it off her wrist and then licked the rest from her fingers.

She sat up even higher and caught my eye in the mirror. I had to laugh, because her face took on such a startled look and her eyes suddenly rounded so big. I guess she didn’t expect to be attracting an audience.

I looked back to make the turn into the park and chuckled. “Carol, ah... I think I should tell you... ”

I let it hang there for a moment to tease her.

Carol started to stammer, “Uhhh... I... uhhh... I don’t know what... um... what came over me. How can you ever forgive...”

Joey lifted his head up with obvious effort and also seemed to look startled.

Now I was stuck. Joey was looking right at me in the mirror and I was going to have to draw his attention to his mother’s embarrassment. It was okay. They’re family, after all.

“Carol,” I interupted her because we were running out of time to address her issue, “We are about to get to the park gate and you might want to know that your dress has slipped off your shoulders, a little.”

Carol looked down, sitting up even higher and I could see the entire top half of her body. Her large breasts were fully exposed. The dress, apparently having pooled around her waist. Now Joey was looking at his mother’s naked breasts. A viscous gob of drool dropped slowly down her chin and landed on the pale naked skin just over her left nipple. A thin thread of clear mucus still connected it to her chin as that drop oozed over the dark rosy flesh of her aureola.

They both sat frozen and watched that clear thick liquid wind through the tiny bumps surrounding Joey’s mother’s nipple.

“Help your mother, Joey. She probably doesn’t want the rangers to see her like that.”

Joey jerked into automatic action. His finger came up and scooped at the gob of drool coating his mother’s stiff nipple. He slipped his finger tip into his mother’s mouth to suck clean before Carol could do anything but swallow the gob her son offered.

“Her dress, Joey. Help her with her dress.” I said.

“Yeah, Joey. Don’t just sit there feeding your spunk to Mom. We have a waterfall to go see.” Missy added sardonically.

“Missy, watch your mouth and don’t be mean.” I admonished. I felt like I would normally be quite upset at Missy for making such an obscene comment, but it just didn’t seem like that grievous of a transgression, this time. I just sighed at her audacious language. If only Missy could use her imagination for good.

We were getting to within sight of the gate house, so I pulled over to the side of the road.

Joey and Carol looked down at Carol’s body. Then they shifted to looking down around Carol’s feet. I turned more fully around. My wife was entirely nude. Not a stitch of clothing on her sumptuous body. I liked the sight of that, I gotta say. The CD’s work, I guessed.

“There it is.” called Missy, leaning between the seats and pointing her finger at the floor at Joey’s feet.

Joey leaned down and grabbed Carol’s dress. I don’t know how it managed to fall completely off her body without either of them noticing, but man, was that hot. I am going to be ready to really fuck my wife tonight.

“Okay, calm down you two. I pulled over, we have time. No problem, we got this.” and I turned around and spun the volume dial up to maximum on the CD. I wondered if Carol could ride stark naked past the rangers with this magical music going. It was just a little nudity and we were all family, after all.

Both Joey’s and Carol’s faces were beet red. Carol slipped her dress back on. Joey tried to help, but he wasn’t sure how to handle it when the garment got hung up over his mother’s huge tits. He finally just sucked it up and grabbed his mother’s large tits and held them still with one hand while they both yanked the hem of Carol’s dress down over them. I pulled out, after letting another car go past, and drove the twenty yards to the gate house.

Carol pulled her dress straight and buttoned up as best as she could. There’s was still a lot of her hanging out

I paid and followed the ranger’s directions to the parking lot.

Carol finally looked, mostly, like her old self again. Oh the trials of motherhood. Her pale yellow dress was nice and short, just skirting the tops of her shapely thighs. Her legs really looked good above a pair of yellow leather strappy sandals with four inch heels. The back of her dress was bare to her narrow waist and the halter front was tied behind her neck and plunged down in front, nearly to her navel. The light Summery material hung draped off the stiff peaks of her prodigious breasts allowing a generous amount of side-boob to show and the falling twin creases of fabric trailed down from the hard nubs of her nipples looking like the tails of twin comets arching up towards the heavens. Her bare cleavage was more than distracting. There was a lot more of her full round breasts exposed than covered by the little Summer dress. I really appreciated Carol’s new attitude towards dress.

We got out and I reached back in to grab the good camera with the big telephoto lens. We then gathered in front of the park map at the end of the parking lot. There was a trailhead that started a quarter-mile walk to the viewing platform for the falls.

A family was just coming out to the parking lot and all six of them stared at Carol. The husband and the four sons from age twelve to nineteen, couldn’t peel their eyes away. The mother and her two teenage daughters stared daggers at Carol until the mom noticed where her twelve-year-old son was looking. Then, she grabbed his hand and stared daggers at her husband all the way back to their car.

“Wow, they acted like they’d never seen a grown woman before,” Carol commented to me. I just smiled knowing Carol was incredible to look at and revalled in my chance to show off her sex appeal now. “They have never seen a grown woman as beatiful as you, my love.”

That earned me a smile and a kiss on the lips. “Well, I guess you can show me how beautiful you think I am, tonight, when we get to the Hotel.”

Carol’s lips tasted extra salty. That was okay. It wasn’t bad, just not as sexy a kiss as I was going for. Her libido was clearly improved.

“You alright? Are we alright?” she then asked in a serious and very worried voice.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?” I asked.

“Well, I was just naked in the back seat with our son doing... um... you know...”

“I’m sure it was just an accident and Joey needs a mother’s touch sometimes. No big deal. Remember when you accidentally walked in on him in the shower a couple of weeks ago? You were naked then and we had a great time afterwards.” I put my arm around her and squeezed her ass while raising my eyebrows up and down significantly. “I think it might be fun to have more “accidents” like that. So hot, don’t you think?” I made air quotes when I said the word ‘accident’.

The kids went ahead, up the trail, Joey seemed especially eager to go ahead, and Carol breathed a sigh of deep relief. “It is kind of a turn-on to get caught naked, I guess. But what about my... um... you know... what I was doing with Joey?”

“You mean messaging his stiff muscle? You’re his mother. If you can’t touch your own son to relieve him of the tensions every teenage boy experiences when crammed into tight confinement with a beautiful woman, who else is going to suck it up and offer themselves to him?” I answered. Boy was she having trouble. I needed to reassure her or I was afraid the CD wouldn’t be enough to keep her new sexuality going.

“Oh, yeah. Um... A mother should be able to get intimate with her own son to offer him release... uh... He WAS getting a big hard muscle that NEEDED me to suc... uh... touch and massage it until it released and went down. That’s all it was. Ha ha ha, it’s not like I was laying naked across the back seat giving our son a blowjob... he he, or deepthroating his giant cock.”

I couldn’t believe the Carol I have been married to for over eighteen years would say such a thing. Wow, this was awesome. She still seemed really nervous at even joking about it. I figured, in time, these taboo subjects will get more normal for her. She may, eventually, not even notice how scandalous they sound and we can talk sexy, like that, anytime.

“Right.” I assured her. “Let’s catch up with the kids. They’d laugh and call you ‘silly’ if they heard what you just suggested.”

We hiked after the kids and Carol, in her high heels, had to go a little slower than usual. I was loving the bounce and jiggle of her big breasts without the bra. We passed a couple of other people coming out the other way. Carol captured their attention as they tripped over rocks or tree roots that they failed to see in the path. We caught up to the kids at the viewing platform.

The waterfall was spectacular and came down right next to the platform. The end of the long platform was wet from a light spray falling just past it. There was a small group of college kids horsing around and taking pictures with their phones. They would try to get one of the two girls to stand against the railing where spray would get their hair and t-shirts damp. One of the four boys was drenched because he was just climbing back over the railing where he’d been posing under the waterfall for a photograph.

Missy was standing at a safe distance away, enjoying the scene. She really seemed to be smitten with the waterfall, or was it the four very healthy looking college boys? Joey was standing next to her, looking strangely nervous. He’d kept glancing at me and shifting on his feet.

What was the matter with him? I couldn’t imagine the waterfall was making him nervous. I went over to see what was going on.

Carol stepped ahead of me and took Joey’s hand. “It’s beatiful, isn’t it Joey?

“Your dad just wanted to reassure me that he understood my dress... um... falling off, was an accident and is glad your... ah... muscle responded so well to my... ahem... massage and is now... ah...free of tension. No biggy. Everything is good so don’t stress. Okay?”

I wanted to reassure Joey too. I hadn’t realized, until his mother spoke, that Joey might be feeling a little freaked out about his mother’s dress falling off while she was trying to work his knot for him. “Yeah, Joey. I know it’s not everyday a guy finds himself under the therapeutic care of his mother when her dress falls off and leaves her naked. But, as you can see, it happens and no one is to blame. I know you’re about to leave for college, so you are mature enough to not let a little thing like your naked mother get to you.”

Joey looked a little stunned, “Ahhh... um... yeah, I guess.”

Missy was listening in and she had to try and grab a little attention for herself, “Yeah bro, sometimes when a mom goes down on her son, she just wants to be naked. I know that’s how I would do it, if I were going to do it... which I’m not.”

“Missy, would you cut that out? We are dealing with serious issues and your contentious teasing isn’t helping.” I admonished her.

“But...” Missy took on the exaggerated, wide eyed stare of a teenager being treated unfairly. “Whatever.” she said, settling down to brooding resignation. “It’s not like it’s a big deal or I even care, anyhow. I won’t give it another thought.”

Sometimes I wonder where teenagers get their ideas from.

I lifted the camera up, that I’d grabbed out of the car, “Let’s get a family selfy.” I was hoping to test some of the limits that the Music d’Amour was pushing back for Carol.

A public setting, me with a camera, Carol in one of the skimpest dresses she’d ever worn. Thank you, Music d’Amour.

“Oh yes dear. Thank you for thinking of that. Where shall we stand?” Carol asked eagerly.

“Let’s get as close to the falls as we can. We’ll just asked those kids to excuse us for a few minutes. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.” I suggested.

“They look like they’re having fun, I wouldn’t want to impose on them.” my wife said.

I thought this was a good idea and it would be fun to even have a bunch of college kids for an audience. “Joey, would you ask those college kids if they wouldn’t mind letting us get some family pictures.”

“Okay, Dad. They look like their getting ready to leave anyhow.”

That’s my boy.

“Hey, you guys mind if we get in there for a quick group picture? We’ll be out of the way in no time.”

The whole group stopped posing for their own cellphone snap shots, their playful wrestling and laughing and followed Joey’s finger as he pointed back at his family. All eyes zeroed in on Carol. One kid even whisper out loud, “Holy mother of gum shots, Batman.” or something like that.

“Sure, absolutely!” said the biggest kid. “If you want, we can take your picture for you. That way, you can all be in the picture.”

“That would be nice. Thank you.” Carol said and took the camera out of my hand and carried it over to the boy who’d spoken.

She leaned in against him to show him how the camera worked. I don’t think she even noticed how her fat, jutting breasts pressed into the young man’s elbow.

“Okay everyone, let’s do this quickly so we don’t take up too much of these nice people’s time.” Carol told her family.

She then turned to the boy with the camera who was looking intently through the viewfinder and focusing it on Carol. “How do you want to take me... us... our picture. How do you want to take our picture p? You know, where should we stand?”

“Oh, yeah. how about over there at the end. That will give you the best view with the water behind you. It’s a little wet, but you shouldn’t have any problems. Besides, that dress looks like it dries out pretty fast.” He suggested.

“Come on, Missy, Joey, Al. Get in the picture, hurry.” Carol had taken over and we all jumped to follow her lead.

Several of the other boys gathered around the bigger boy and raised their cellphones to take their own pictures.

Carol stood in the middle with me and Joey was on the end closest to the waterfall while Missy was on the far end. The boy snapped a couple of pictures, but then said, “I think you should change positions. Why don’t you get on the end, against the railing and, your husband?” his voice went up to be sure he understood the relationship. Carol and I both nodded ‘affirmative’. “Get on the other end with your kids in the middle.”

“Good idea.” Carol said. We shifted positions and I noticed Joey had gotten more than a little wet standing against the railing. His t-shirt and athletic shorts were starting to adhere to his body. The nylon shorts were getting a little see-thru where the side panel in his shorts was white. I also notice, with a little fatherly pride, that he was quite well endowed.

“That’s great. You have a beautiful family.” the boy complimented is a he snapped of a few more pictures from different angles. He even got against the railing where Carol was leaning, getting lightly sprayed on and took some artsy low angle shots down the row of us. This guy was great. His friends were also spreading out all over to get pictures from unique angles.

Carol thanked him and started to get out of the waterfall overspray. We all began to break up, ready to head back.

“No no no no!” shouted the boy, putting his hand out in the universal symbol to stop us. We froze looking at him.

“I have a couple more ideas. You guys will love ‘em. No problem, I’m an art student and this is a nice camera. I am happy to do this for you.” He explained.

“Oh, how generous of you. What do you think guys, shall we get some more pictures?” Carol seemed so happy for the help. She seemed to really be responding to having a camera focused on her too. I couldn’t help but imagine the benefits of my wife loving the camera. 0

Missy rolled her eyes and said, “Do what you want. I’ll watch from over here. There’s only so much porn I can be a part of.”

Wow, I should admonish her for her language, but it would have to wait for later.

The college kids frowned at her until Carol said, “Don’t mind her, she’s going through that phase. Now how should we do this? I’m starting to get pretty wet, so I’m ready for you to take me... ah... my picture, take my... our pictures.”

“You’re prefect. Stay right where you are, you guys move in a little.” He directed us. “In fact...” pointing at Carol, “can you get up on the rail between your two... men? Yeah up there, right in the corner, would be best. Your husband on the right, your son?” he asked again, “on the left.”

Carol hopped up on the rail and teetered for a second, throwing her legs out to catch her balance while Joey and I both reached to steady her. Joey inadvertently caught his mother by her right breast while there was a sudden flurry of all the kids snapping pictures of the precarious moment. I chuckled to myself to think what a surprise it would be to see that Carol wasn’t even wearing panties.

I wondered, for a moment, how those could have fallen off with her dress, in the car. She probably just forgot to put them on this morning.

Carol brought her legs back together and tried to smooth her skirt down under her ass. It was not quite long enough to stay down. Ha ha ha.

“Great pose.” The boy said.

The two girls were pretty good humored about everything, up to then and otherwise, stayed back to watch. Then one of them started say she was ready to go back to campus.

“Yeah, just a few more pictures, Baby. They want to have some good memories to take home.” said the boy with the camera. He was crouched low, taking pictures up at us.

He then stood up and turned his attention back from his girlfriend and says to Carol. “Hey, why don’t you pretend like you’re falling and you two are catching her. like an action shot.”

Carol smiled and nodded her head. She leaned her shoulders back against Joey’s and my supporting hands and threw her arms out and kicked one leg up. Joey and I each supported her back and grabbed her at the elbows. “You mean like this?” she asked the art student. Her right breast had fallen mostly out from when her son had accidentally grabbed her after 0 he caught his mother by that full flesh melon.

I was a little sorry that we had distracted the boys from their girlfriend, when the girl rolled her eyes and grabbed the other girl. “Come on. They’re not coming. We can take Jack’s car and he can get a ride with Dan. They both headed up the trail.

The boy with the camera directed us. “Support her with one arm and look like you’re reaching to grab her with the other, but you haven’t caught her yet.” he said to Joey and me. He looked at Carol, “Can you lean back more and kick both legs out, maybe fling your hair around like you’re falling backwards, so the camera can catch the motion?”

Carol giggled and Joey and I shift our back arms behind Carol’s shoulders and our visible hands were held out. We had to strain to hold her when she whipped her head back to fling her hair. She lost her balance and both legs came up and spread wide to catch her balance. I heard a chorus of camera clicks and then Carol yelped as her head swung right into the stream of falling water.

She sat up, with our help to shake her head and water cascaded down her front. I started to get hard when her whole damp dress became drenched. That pale yellow material molded to her incredible body like her own skin and became instantly transparent. Carol’s coral nipples stood erect and visible through the membrane-like material.

There was nothing hidden. Carol’s hard, pointing nipples shown through like the dress was made of cellophane. The skirt was riding above her thighs and her entire bald vagina was fully exposed as she sat on that railing with her legs spread open. the wrinkled, pink, inner lips of her vagina protruding slightly, just below the nub of her swollen clitoris, framed by her soft, smooth, hairless, outer labia. All four boys taking pictures with their phones and our big camera, let out a collective, “AHHH!”

The boy with our camera said, “Perfect! Hold that pose, right there. This is going to be awesome.”

I have to say, I agreed with that. I had only been caught up in the momentary fantasy when I checked ‘yes’ to the questions about exhibitionism, but I am glad, now, that I had. Carol didn’t seem to be making any move to stop, like I would have expected, either.

Joey and I held Carol steady while she looked through her drenched hair and smiled for the camera. “Yeah, that’s amazing.” exclaimed one of the boys, as he stepped in and dropped to one knee in front of Carol for a closeup shot.

I followed Carol’s suddenly alarmed gaze and noticed Joey was starting to get a rather awkward response to being so close to the scantily clad and wet body of a grown woman. Poor kid was already feeling distraught over his mother losing her clothes while massaging his muscle. To have such an embarrassing response in front of a bunch of strangers taking our picture for us, must be torture. I wanted to help him out, but Carol beat me to it.

“Since I’m wet already, why don’t Joey and I get a picture with just us” she suggested. “He could climb over the other side of the railing and pose under the water. Don’t you think that would be fun?”

Carol sat on the railing looking at her son with a questioning look. Her breasts looked amazing. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes up.

I added, “Joey, you could stand on that flat rock hugging your mother from behind. It will be beautiful.” I figured Carol’s plan was for him to hide his erect state behind her and the railing. I turned to the boy with the camera, “Don’t you think that will be a dramatic shot?”

Joey responded, “We should both do it under the waterfall. How often will you get the chance to do it with me under a waterfall while getting pictures?” he prodded his mother.

The boy just nodded his head in agreement. The three other boys each volunteered to help Carol over the railing. “We got you. You’ll be prefectly safe. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

That seemed to decide it for Carol. “Okay, but don’t you dare let me fall.”

The three boys races to put their phones away safely in their backpacks and even peeled off their partially dry t-shirts. When one of them stripped down to his underwear, the other two followed suit. They didn’t want to get their clothes wet. That was perfectly understandable.

Carol, seeing this, turned to Joey, “No need to get your shirt wet either, go ahead and leave it with your dad.” Joey’s shirt was already pretty wet, but he didn’t want to seem like a prude in front of the college kids.

In moments, Carol had four young men stripped down to their underwear helping her ease down over the other side of the railing. Joey hopped over first. A small stream on the near edge of the falls, struck the flat rock he was standing on and the spray soaked his nylon athletic shorts immediately.

It was the splash and overspray from this stream of water that was mostly responsible for the water that covered the corner of the platform where his mother sat, now straddling the rail.

One of the college kids stepped up and placed a hand on Carol’s waist while offering her his other hand to hold. Carol took the offered hand and swiveled into Joey’s hands, placing her other hand on his shoulders. Joey grabbed his mother by the sides of her ribs, above where the first boy put his hand. The heels of his palms squeezed his mother’s very large breasts together and forced them to stand out even more. I don’t know why, but I felt excited for our son, in that moment.

Another boy went over the railing and helped to steady my wife, one hand on a bare thigh, the other hand in the small of her back. The boy with our camera took pictures. Carol was bent towards them, her upper body, then fully supported by the four boys helping her. Her ass came into view and she finally raised the remaining leg to clear the top rail. The last boy over, caught that leg and lifted it high to clear her knee over the top and Carol ended up spread wide open with her bald pussy aimed right at the camera. She was being held horizontally with one leg high in the air and the other pinned by two boys downward. The biggest boy just snapped pictures. I knew I was going to enjoy those shots.

“Hold still!” the tall cameraman shouted and everyone froze. Carol spread wide, facing away from the camera, was held up fully off the ground by the four boys. I watched the boy fiddle with the zoom and snap pictures like crazy. Joeys problem was hidden by the other boys.

“Great! Now get her under the water.” he directed.

The boys all lowered Carol on to her feet, directly under the cold waterfall. Joey still had his hands on either side of her chest, his palms practically cupping the sides of his mother’s double-Ds. That pale yellow Summer dress nearly invisible. In the spray and splash, surrounded, as she was by four enthusiastic young men, it was hard to tell she even had a dress on at all.

White cotton skivies were drenched and plenty of young masculine muscle was on display. I figured Carol was having a good time. Certainly she was smiling and laughing enough.

The boy with our camera, standing next to me, snapped a few pictures. Without taking his eye from the viewer, he asked me, “What’s your... ah... your wife’s name?”

“Oh... um... Carol.” I answered, taking my eyes off the frolicking scene for a second.

He then called out, “Get out of Carol’s way, guys. I can’t get her picture with everyone around her like that.”

He was being very thoughtful, remembering that these were our family pictures.

The group all parted around my wife and there she was, posing under the waterfall, nearly naked college boys surrounding her and her dress was plastered to her busty body like a transparent second skin. I loved the way the fabric created a membranous divot over the bald cleft of her swelling pudenda. The pink nub of her clitoris could just be seen touching the wet material from behind and between her puffy labia majora just at the high hemline of that tiny dress.

The cameraman yelled, “Smile Carol.” and she bent her knees slightly, raised her arms over the crowed of boys like she was hitting a gymnast’s dismount and smiled at the camera.

She was super hot and despite this just being a friendly camera op on a family outing, I was getting more erect thinking about making love to my wife when we got to a hotel tonight. Looking at our son, standing next to his mother, I could clearly see, with pride, that he was the most impressively endowed of the boys crowding around his mother. His wet athletic shorts were even more transparent than the cotton underwear of the other three boys too.

“Okay everyone, do something... ah... interesting now. This is so good. Carol, maybe you can show us a little more of the REAL Carol? Someone help her out. pick her up, maybe.”

Joey lifted his hands up across his mother’s ribs and ended up cupping her all but naked breasts. The boy with the camera grabbed a couple of quick pictures. Then a boy behind Carol wrapped an arm around her and brought his hips against her bottom, turning her sideways to the camera. His hand came up under Joey’s and he helped support my wife’s very large jiggling breasts, as well.

Click click, went the camera.

Another boy ran his hands over Carol’s hips, pushing the boy against her back out while the third boy reached behind Carol’s neck, under her shoulder length plastered hair and pulled on the bow at the nape.

The boy behind her let go of her heavy breasts, letting then jiggle in her son’s hands and grabbed her elbows, raising her arms straight up over her head.

“Wha...?” Carol started to ask before Joey also let go of his mother’s breasts and slid his hands down her waist while the other two boys began pulling up on Carol’s dress. It came up over her upper arms and stopped just at the top of her ass, her hairless pubis in front, uncovered below. The water adhering the fabric to her stretched out abdomen and underside of her giant breasts, kept the dress in place. Her arms were momentarily trapped over her head. The wet material over her face cut off her question.

Joey caught the hem of his mother’s dress and peeled it up and over my wife’s head, stripping her completely, but for her high heeled sandals. Her full pendulous tits fell and bounced out of their covering, knocking together and dancing a little before settling with jello-ey tremors upon her naked chest. The cold spray left her nipples tight and proudly erect on their round peaks.

Carol let out a surprised squeal at the sudden shucking of her dress by her son. Her naked body was pulled off balance with the pressure and all four boys had to grab her firmly to keep her from losing her footing.

My forty-two-year old wife and mother of our two children was now naked, surrounded by four college boys standing under a waterfall at a public state park. This was almost like the sort of thing I was hoping the CD would help our sex life with. I couldn’t wait for the moment when it happened for real. Before the CD, Carol would have found even this innocent family picture too much for her.

Click, click, click, click... went the camera.

In the shuffle of bodies, Carol reached out to catch her own balance. Just as her newly exposed body was grabbed by the four young men, she happened to, somehow, grab her son’s rigid erection, her hand actually catching it inside the waistband. Joey’s member looked huge and was holding the elastic band out away from his body with plenty of room for his mother’s hand to grab the naked shaft inside.

My wife gripped our son’s hard rod and yanked on it to steady herself, pulling him free of his soaking wet shorts. The water laden garment, without his hips and erection to hold it up, slipped to his feet in the wash of the waterfall.

Click, click, click...

“Yeah, that’s awesome. You’re beautiful, Carol.” the boy with the camera called while snapping shot after shot. “Real art!” he exclaimed.

Carol’s hand didn’t fit all the way around her son’s hard shaft, but she tenaciously held on to Joey’s erection even after steadying herself. There were hands all over her to help. Her heavy breasts swung and bounced freely until two hands came up and grabbed on to their soft yielding flesh. The fingers indenting Carol’s large tits deeply.

Joey dropped his mother’s dress over the railing and helped hold her up by her waist. Now they were both naked and Carol seemed to have a death grip on her son’s giant cock.

Click, click.

“Everybody,” called the boy with our camera, “pick her up and hold her across in front of you. hold her so you can’t see your underwear.”

That could be an interesting shot. The boys all lined up, Joey at his mother’s head, and hoisted Carol off her feet. She yelped as they laid her sideways, a new set of hands moving over her rolling chest to clamp onto her fat breasts while other hands held her thighs and waist; Joey supported her neck and head.

At first, Carol was being held on her side with one leg high while the other leg dangled down, almost to the ground. This spread her legs open with a supporting hand from one of the young men, just at the top of her inner thigh and his other hand under the raised ankle. Another young man was supporting her hips and waist and the third had a hand across her full chest, cupping her right breast across her chest and his other hand under her ribs.

Carol still held tenaciously to her son’s erect cock with her left hand while Joey supported her neck and shoulders. This meant Joey’s large stiff member was laying against his mother’s neck, just under her chin. Carol’s hand pinning it there so Joey couldn’t lift her high enough to cover himself up.

All the rest of the boys held my wife’s body in front of their hips, making it look like they had nothing on as they stood shoulder to shoulder behind her laid out and naked body. The camera clicked away.

The boy supporting Carol’s upper leg, shifted to catch her lower leg and bring it up too. His hand slipped against my wife’s bald vagina and his thumb pressed between her labial lips. Carol jerked, in the middle of a laughing fit, in response. This caused her to arch her back and crane her head up against her son’s stiff rod 0she was gripping. Her mouth, opened in a surprised groan, caught the head of her son’s naked cock right between her gaping lips. It actually looked as if she had pulled him down and into her mouth, turning her head back over her shoulder to look up along her son’s muscular torso.

Joey groaned with the stab of feeling across his sensitive head and shifted his hands to cup the back of his mother’s head, twisting her neck and shoulders around, resulting in pulling his mother’s mouth further on to his cock.

“YES! That’s what I’m looking for.” shouted the boy with the camera. He took a couple of quick shots with the telephoto all the way out, then shoved the Camera into my hands. “Here, you take the pictures. I’m going to go get me some of that.”

I blinked and glanced down at the camera for only a moment, but by the time I looked back up, that boy, who must have been six feet three inches tall and maybe two hundred and twenty pounds, had stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving his underwear inside, and hopped the railing to join his friends in an instant.

I looked through the camera lens and it now looked like the whole group was holding Carol’s naked body stretched out in the air, turned supine so her front was up, her head thrown back, hair cascading down, and Joey stood sideways to the camera at the end, cradling his mother’s head behind her neck, his thick cock bent down, filling her open mouth.

Carol reached both hands up and back to grab her son’s naked hips. She was probably trying to push her son’s huge cock out of her mouth, but it looked, to the camera, like she grabbed his hips and pulled. Because, with her head upside down and craned back like that, it stretched her slim neck out straight and Joey’s massive erection just glided all the way in to his mother’s throat until her face met his hips. Carol’s nose disappeared into her son’s testicle sack while her chin pushed against his hairless pubic bone. The soft skin of her cheeks stretched hollow between her widely gaping jaws.

All the boys watched and let out a communal groan when they saw my son’s massive cock slide home into my wife’s mouth. She definitely was getting better at that. Joey’s groan could be heard the loudest, over their chorus of voices.

One of them yelled, “A0gain, everybody.” and they all held Carol’s body like it was a battering ram and pulled her m0ost of the way off her son’s cock, then reverse and rammed her back onto her son’s hard organ again. Joey groaned, bucking his naked hips tight against his mother’s face again.

“Yeah, that’s awesome!” one of them shouted and they all heaved Carol back and forth a second time. Carol came all the way off her son’s giant member and his cock sprang up and slapped against his stomach. Carol shifted her right hand from where she gripped Joey’s hips to capture her son’s bouncing hard-on and actually levered it back down to aim it at her open mouth again. The group of college boys shoved and Carol swallowed her son’s cock all the way to the root again. Joey held his mother’s head right to his loins as he arched backwards and groaned up into the falling water.

That’s when the biggest boy, who didn’t have even underwear on, said, “Hold her legs open.” and the two boys supporting Carol’s legs and hips each grabbed a leg, one of them shifting sides so he was on the camera side of Carol, and they pried my wife’s thighs open. The big kid got quickly between her open legs and I could see his erection stood out nearly as large as my son’s ten-plus inch cock.

I thought, ‘Carol is going to be surprised by that.’ wondering if she could handle it. But then, I was surprised she could take her son’s entire, what looked like almost eleven inches and at least two inches across, all the way down her throat. That was good news for me later tonight.

The group pulled Carol’s mouth off her son again, but Carol gripped Joey’s hips and didn’t let his whole length leave her mouth, keeping most of the fat dark reddish head between her lips.

The large boy lined his giant erection up between Carol’s captured legs and fit his bulbous cockhead into the wet cleft of my wife’s vagina. Then he stepped forward until the head just entered her. He let out a soft moan of delight and shoved.

That big, six-foot-three college kid, Carol stretched out on her back and her own muscular son with head of his hard cock at the entrance to her mouth, all folded up together like a telescope collapsing into itself. Both the boy and Joey let out a loud groan and Carol’s back arched and her legs came up and spread even wider, forcing the two boys holding them to each take a step back. The fourth boy just let go of my wife’s torso as her chest arched upward. He then grabbed Carol’s two fat jiggling naked tits thrusting into the air, in each of his hands.

That huge college kid held my wife up by her hips while Joey held her up by the back of her neck, cradling his mother’s head into his crotch once again. The two boys paused for a couple of breaths, both completely buried inside Joey’s mother. Then the two boys began to fuck their hips back and forth, Carol’s naked body writhing between them.

The boy standing over Carol’s chest, playing with her naked breasts, grabbed each of her nipples and tugged them both straight up, like they were the marionette strings pulling her chest into a high arch. I could even hear Carol moan deep in her throat with her mouth stuffed around her son’s giant cock. Her huge breasts, stretching upward to those rubbery peaks the college boy was pinching, elongated several inches upward from my wife’s well endowed chest.

Carol let go of her son’s pistoning hips and swung her arms out as her whole body was suspended between her son and that tall college kid pumping their cocks into her. Her left hand bumped into the hips of the boy playing with her fat boobs and she blindly grabbed the elastic of his soaked BVDs.

My wife continued to take the two pumping cocks from both her son and that big college boy while her hand yanked hard on the front of the third boy’s underwear, dragging it down his legs and letting a very hard erection snap up and slap wettly against his bare muscular stomach.

Joey and the larger boy pumped against each other’s thrusts into Joey’s mother while Carol’s hand searched out and found that other boys stiff erection. She wrapped her fingers around the stiff pole of his cock and began stroking it in time with the two cocks fucking both ends of her.

When they saw this, the two kids holding my wife’s legs open, let go and moved up so Carol could play with their cocks too. Her legs held themselves open wide, her hips held tightly in the big college kids grip, her heels coming together into the small of that large young man’s back as he fucked himself hard into my wife’s pussy.

Carol soon found one of the other cocks and the remaining boy turned to the big kid who was pounding away between my wife’s legs. The boy made lowering motions with his hands at his large friend fucking my wife and said, “Drop her down lower so I can straddle her chest and tit fuck her.”

The big kid dropped to his knees on the wet rock and held Carol’s hips impaled on his huge erection while her back arched even more in a bridge up to her backwards craned neck and her mouth connected to her son’s massive sex rod working its own rhythms in and out of her throat.

The boy shucked his underwear and quickly swung a leg across Carol’s torso to straddle her chest. The other two boys getting hand jobs from my wife were pushing and pulling and kneading her large double-D tits, pinching and twisting her hard nipples. The boy now straddling her, levered his erection down to thrust between my wife’s two fat malleable globes of womanly flesh. The other two boys helped push those full breasts together around their friend’s thrusting dick.

I click the camera, just as Carol began to shake. Her legs spasmed and I could see the ridge of her esophagus working against the cock shaped bulge made by her son’s erection that moved back and fourth inside her neck. Her grip on the two cocks in her hands tightened and she jerked them harder, just pulling while her body quivered and writhed. All the boys had to hold on until Carol’s orgasm subsided.

Carol opened her mouth as wide as she could and groaned a long muffled sound, pulling her son’s huge dick out of her throat. Her hips came up and the impressive length of that bigger boys cock came all the way out of Joey’s mother.

Joey said, “Ahh, wait. I want your ass Mommy.” and he too pulled back from his naked mother.

The boy who had just been fucking my wife’s huge tits, in a coordinated shuffle, sat down on the ground and Carol opened her eyes in the spray of the waterfall and smiled at him. She reached out and grabbed that boys erection and crawled away from her son and over onto the boy, bringing her hips into position over the cock she held in her hand.

Joey moved up behind his mother and knelt down. Carol smiled lovingly back at her son and I caught the shot so beautifully on camera. Joey grabbed his mother by her naked ass and pushed his massive, wet member down into the cleft of her ass cheeks.

“Easy Joey.” She warned him.

Joey worked his shaft up and down to center the head on his mother’s anus and pushed slowly, but firmly against her. Carol grunted and reached back to pull her ass cheeks open for him. Her son wedged another inch of cock into her and the large, plum-like head disappeared.

Carol had never had anything but a couple of fingers in her ass before. You could say she was a Virgin in her ass. I was glad to see our son taking it so slowly with her.

I forgot myself as I watched and missed the shot of our son’s cockhead disappearing inside his mother’s ass.

Carol moaned as Joey pushed another inch into her. the thickest part of his shaft was spreading Carol’s pucker wider than it has ever been.

My wife was kneeling over one of the boys, his hard cock jutting up between her spread thighs as Carol straddled him, and Joey was working his thick cock deeper into her rear end. Her son had nearly half his length pushed into her when she openned her mouth, throwing her head up in a gasp of determination. Joey’s mother pushed back against her son’s thick pole and it slid nearly all the way inside her.

“Aghhh...” she started to yell when the long hard cock of that bigger college kid who’d been taking pictures for us, entered her mouth. He’d come around and stood in front of Carol and when she opened her mouth with a full throated cry while impaling her mature fortyone-year-old ass onto her son’s erection, that young man thrust his cock into her mouth. His giant member, at least nine inches long, cut Carol’s cry short as he filled her mouth with his cock.

Joey was fully inside his mother’s ass, the big kid grabbed the back of Carol’s head and fed his large erection deeper into her throat and the boy laying on his back underneath Carol, grabbed her hips above him and pulled her down onto his waiting erection. Carol arched her back and reached out to either side of her and caught the naked cocks of the remaining two boys in her hands while they bent to play with her big, full, bouncing, tits. She was moaning loudly around that big cock in her mouth while bouncing up and down on both, the cock in her pussy and her son’s massive organ. A giant erection filled her mouth, a hard cock stuffed her cunt and her son’s monster plunged into her ass while she was jacking the two remaining kids off.

Someone yelled, “Ahh,YESSSS! FUCK! That is so GOOD!” I took their picture.

I heard my daughter chuckle at my elbow. “No fighting with Mom about this. Her case is literally ‘air tight’.”

Like I’ve pointed out before, my daughter can be cheeky some times, but I guess she’s right. Every hole was being plugged. And man, were those college kids plugging her. Carol riding up and down over the two cocks between her legs, jerking the two in her hands in time to her bouncing, like hand holds to help her pump herself up and down. Her mouth stretched wide over the thick shaft that flashed in and out between her lips. The camera caught the bulge of that big boy’s head forcing her throat out as he stood over her, his erection bent down into her upturned face. Her nose and lips disappearing in the young man’s short pubic hair with nearly every pump.

Carol let out another muffled cry and her hips sped up their twerking. The tremors started in her legs and moved up to those wide womanly hips. The fleshy cheeks of her full ass rippled with the spasms. Then, her back curved and snapped back and forth throwing her head forward, then back. She jerked up and down on the two hard cocks in her hands. Her throat worked up and down on the thick rod bent down into her mouth.

“MMieeEEuuUMMuuUMMuuUMMuuUMM... muUM... muUM... muUM... muUM...”

I could hear my wife’s humming moans over the pounding of the waterfall they were under. Then her body locked up, and someone yelled, “FFFFUUUCK!!! I’m cumming!”

Carol gaged and writhed, pulling out and off the big cock in her mouth. I clicked the camera, just as a large jet of cum rocketed out of its end, back into my wife’s gasping mouth. The boy under her lifted her high, shoving her upwards when he arched onto his heels and his shoulders, picking her up with his hips thrusting into the air. Joey grunted and pumped his huge cock all the way into his mother’s ass.

The boy Carol had been sucking on, shot another couple of gobs into my wife’s face until the boy who’s cock was in Carol’s left hand yelled and grabbed at her head, turning her face towards his hard erection in her pumping fist.

Carol leaned quickly around and caught the head of his cock in her mouth. Both boys, the big one whom she had just been deepthroating and the boy on her left, pushed on her head to drive her mouth over the erect organ in her hand. Carol lost her grip on the young man’s shaft as it disappeared all the way down her throat.

Joey grunted again and shoved hard against his mother’s ass from behind. This pushed her forward off of the boy’s cock that was buried in her pussy and I caught a picture of that young college kid’s seman spurting out to coat her bald labial lips and the junction where her son’s massive cock stretched her anus wide open.

Carol was soon drinking more cum from the boy on the left when the boy on her right began to buck against her pumping right hand. The two boys who controlled her head, pulled her away from the cock she was sucking on as it shot its last spurts into her cheek and pushed her mouth onto the cock to her right. That young college kid gasped with pleasure and joined his hands to the other two pair on my wife’s head to drive her mouth deeper onto his spasming shaft.

Carol shook and quivered again while her son worked his big cock in and out of her ass faster and with longer strokes than before. The boy laying underneath Carol was no longer in her pussy, so Joey had more freedom to fuck his mother’s ass deeper and faster than before.

The boy in Carol’s mouth called out his orgasm and was soon jetting his cum down her throat. Then, in a spastic jerk, his cock popped free and sprayed her face. Joey was the last to cum and Carol seemed to have lost all motor control as the other four boys held her up while her son pumped into her ass.

“OH! I’m CUUUMMING, MOMMEEEEEE!”

Carol didn’t react, her naked body limply riding back and forth on the pistoning shaft of her son’s cock, supported in the hands of the four college kids. Just a smile crossed her wet face.

Joey shoved forward and held his mother’s body pinned against the four naked young men around her while he bucked and shook his orgasm into his mother’s bowls. He took deep ragged breaths and I worried about his heart for a minute, while he recovered. His mother’s head hung down, wet hair streaming below her head, under the falling water. It was a very dramatic photograph. Then, his cock slid carefully out and a thick white gob of seman bubbled out of my wife’s ass, right behind. Joey was still erect, if not quite as hard. Carol was still shaking from her own orgasm when she looked over her shoulder at her son.

Her eyes, glanced at the camera in my hand, then focused over my shoulder and grew wide for an instant before I saw her, kneeling naked, surrounded by five young men, equally unclad, their spent seed being washed away from her bare fortyone-year-old body by the cold waterfall they had all just been fucking and groping and sucking under, and she arched, closing her eyes and groaned in one final mini-orgasm. I turned, after getting her picture and saw a family of four, standing on the edge of the viewing platform, frozen, staring at my wife and son surrounded by those four naked college kids.

It was the biggest kid who called everyone’s attention to get their clothes and split. He seemed in a very big hurry to rush away. The other three friends set Carol on her feet and hopped the railing to grab their shorts and shirts as quickly as they could.

I’m not sure what the big rush was, but Joey and his naked mother straightened up and made for their clothes too.

As the four students grabbed their clothes, the biggest kid waved to Joey and his mother, “Hey! See you this Fall, maybe come by our fraternity house? Welcome to the school.”

He and the others raced past the parents and two young boys who were standing at the platform entrance gaping at them. The mother had a cellphone in her hands and was dialing it.

Carol, her wet dress balled up in her hand, grabbed my arm. “Come on. We have to get to the car and go.”

“Okay, sure.” I went along. Joey ducked past me without looking at me and jumped into his shorts while heading out. I grabbed his wet shirt off the railing and followed with Missy just ahead.

Carol, in nothing but her high heels, had to walk past the family blocking the way. Her large bouncing breasts and bald dripping pubis passed inches in front of the two young pair of eyes following her. The husband also watched her pass in frozen silence while his wife glared at my wife.

“Slut!” the woman said and I heard her phone say, “You have reached the New York department of parks and recreation. Please listen carefully, as our menu has changed.”

We trotted down the trail to the parking lot and jumped in the car. Carol dive naked into the back, her face bright red with embarrassment, Joey was already huddled in the back seat and wouldn’t meet my eyes. Missy hopped into the front passenger seat and we pulled out just as a green park ranger truck pulled up and two rangers got out and headed up the path with determined strides. The college boys were nowhere to be seen.

“Well, they were sure in a hurry. You think that woman was calling them for something?” I asked.

Carol sat up from where she was crouched in the back seat, and looked at me through the rear view mirror. I saw Joey lift his own brooding head and stare at me too.

“What?” I asked.

Carol finally spoke. “She was calling them to report us, Al.”

“Really? Why would... Ohhh!” I finally caught on. “Yeah, of course. I was so caught up in taking pictures that I completely forgot you were on the wrong side of the railing.”

“I am so sorry Al, I don’t know what came over me. It was inexcusable what I did and I don’t blame you for hating me right now, but you don’t need to be sarcastic and mean about it.” Carol said.

“I’m not being sarcastic. Was she not calling the rangers because you and Joey were on the other side of the railing?” Carol was acting really weird. Her level of embarrassment, the amount of blushing she was doing and the moisture I could see building in her eyes seemed far more that a little embarrassment about being caught jumping the railing at a State Park could explain.

Oh Al, stop it. I screwed up big. I admit that. I’ll probably go to jail. Please stop pretending nothing happened when you stood there taking pictures of the whole awful thing.” Carol begged.

“I don’t think you’re going to jail, Carol. I’m sure lots of people do that. Those nice college students were already jumping the fence before we got there. Seriously, you have nothing to worry about. And, all I got pictures of was a mother having a good time with her family and a bonding moment with her son while some friendly college boys helped out. What’s so bad about that? Certainly nothing to send you to jail for.” I tried to placate my wife.

I decided that she needed to be distracted with a little more subliminal conditioning from Music d’Amour. If I could turn her attention to how much she wanted to have sex with me, maybe her stress level would go down.

“Here, we’re on the highway, no cops are chasing us. Let’s just listen to some music for a while. Okay?”

Carol nodded as she hugged herself in the backseat.

We sat in silence until, about ten minutes later, I looked back to see Joey and his mother hugging each other. Joey was shirtless and Carol was still naked and wet. They must have been cold, so I turned on the heat.

“Carol looked up and caught my eye again. “You really aren’t mad?”

“For what, my love. I’m thrilled that you and our son had the chance to bond, like that. Honestly, I don’t know why you don’t do it more. It was absolutely beautiful to see.”

Carol and Joey stared at me. “Is that how you really feel, Dad? You aren’t mad? Really?” Joey finally spoke.

“Of course I’m not. I love seeing you get closer to your mother. If breaking a few silly rules will help you bond more, by all means, have at it.”

Carol asked, “But what about... you know... those other boys?”

“They have their own morality to worry about. I know you were just helping your son make friends and being a good mother, and I think that you DID helped him make some good friends.” I pointed out.

It was silent for a couple of minutes. “So,” I asked, “I’m guessing you’ve decided on where you want to go to school, but we still have four more schools to look at.”

I looked back in the mirror and my heart warmed to see Joey and his mother kissing. He had one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other hand was fondling and squeezing her nearest breast. Their tongue were trading places inside each other’s mouth.

Joey pulled back, “actually, I have decided. We can go home anytime, because I’ve decided to save the money and live at home. I’ll enroll in Community Collage as soon as we get back.”

Carol looked at her son, one arm around him, the other moving in a stroking caress, in Joey’s lap, in time to the music. “Are you sure?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.” He said and lay back as his mother pushed him, crawling up on top of him until he was laying stretched out on the back seat. Carol giggled, her melodic laughter mixing perfectly with the Music d’Amour playing over the car speakers. She then spun around on her knees, over him and hooked her fingers into the damp waistband of her son’s shorts and shoved them down and off his legs. This left her naked ass directly over Joey’s head while she grabbed the half erect shaft of our son’s exposed cock.

Joey raised his hands qup and grabbed his mother’s bare cheeks in a solid grip and brought his mother’s damp vagina right down to his mouth at the same time Carol pushed her head down and engulfed her son’s swelling and lengthening cock.

Missy, glanced back at her mother and brother. Carol’s head started to bob up and down over her son’s hard organ making slurping sounds even louder than the ones her son was making with his face pressed right into the juncture between his mother’s naked thighs. Then Missy turned to me and asked, “Maybe we could stop at a Poo-N-Fry Chicken?”

Before I could answer, there was a friendly sounding toot toot, too my left, and when I looked, there was a truck that said ‘Voyager Transportation’ on the side, and a scruffy looking trucker hanging out of the passenger window with his cellphone. He had a huge grin on his face and gave me the thumbs up before raising his phone up and snapping pictures of the back seat of our SUV.

“Smile Carol,” I called back to her. She raised her head. Her son’s fully erect ten and three quarter inch cock popped out of her mouth with a loud smack and slapped his stomach right between my wife’s huge naked tits. Her hips bucked against her son’s hungry mouth and she fluttered her eyes up to look straight into that truckers cellphone lens.

“Auhhhowwww!” Carol called out and her whole body began to shake in orgasm.

I hit the Shuffle button on the CD player and answered my daughter with a song. “Cock-a-DOODle do DO do, We get up with the cock so you can come... Cock-a-DOODle do DO do... get it fresh.”

Epilogue:

We got home and Joey and his mother have been doing great together. My beautiful wife even sleeps in her son’s room most nights and happily slips under the table at every family meal and sucks his cock to be sure her son enjoys staying with us for the entire meal. I think they’ve fucked in every room in the house and even in the back and front yards, since getting back. They play Music d’Amour loud enough that the whole neighborhood can hear it. At first, I fielded several complaints about it, but I guess everyone has gotten use to it.

I can’t say I’ve realized all my sexual dreams with Carol. She certainly dresses and acts sexier than ever. Often, she doesnt wear much more than high heels around the house. However, we don’t really have a lot more sex than before. Yeah, it looked good, at first, but I guess that was just a faze that coincided with my ordering that CD.

I went to send an irate email to the company about their false advertising, but then I noticed that only one voice file ever got attached to my original email. It was the one Joey had interrupted with his request to borrow the car, when I asked Carol to tell me about her dinner plans. HA HA HA! Silly me, I never attached my voice to send to them. Apparently, only Carol’s voice was sent. Dumb. They would probably tell me it was my own fault and not even refund my ten bucks. Oh well, Everyone seems to like the music anyhow, especially Joey and his mother, who play it all the time. I guess I should have known better than to believe an ad on a comic book site. After all, I’ve been duped by enough junk from them, in the past.