The Pilgrims Progress

For the first five years of his life Tim had never seen his fraternal twin sister, Traci, nor his mother, Susan. After he was five, he spend a total of three weeks a year with them. Now he was living with them going to college. The problem was that he could only see them as the beautiful, sexual women that they were, not as his mother and sister. One day, while secretly observing his mother sun bathing nude—and more—Tim's sister walks in on him. Much to Tim's surprise, rather than run screaming from the room, Traci performs orally on him. The action only gets hotter after that, until all three of them--mother, son, and daughter--end up in bed together.

EXCERPT:

From Tim Pilgrim’s vantage point, sitting at his second story bedroom window, he could look directly down into the backyard… and directly down onto his sunbathing mother... with nothing on.

Tim unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He never wore underwear when wearing jeans, that made it easy for him.

Tim knew that watching his mother sunbathing nude was more than a little sick. The combination of his mother, a very attractive woman even with her clothes on, and himself, an average horny 18 year old—which meant he could just about get hard from a breeze.

Susan, his mother, stood five feet, five inches tall in her bare feet, with a lean and toned body and a very attractive chest. Tim didn’t know her measurements. He thought of her as being about the size of a medium to large grapefruit.

Tim, while still watching his mother, reached down to pick up the binoculars he had beside his chair. He decided to position the chair to one side of the window and back from it a little, that way his mother wouldn’t be able to see him sitting here if she happened to look, not with the bright sunlight in her eyes. She might notice his open window, but that could easily be explained away.

Tim stopped stroking himself to hold the binoculars steady in both hands. He focused on his mother’s bare chest first, as if to verify his estimates, then he scanned over her creamy, golden tanned body from head to toe, pausing for a while at the junction of her spread legs to note that his mother seemed to shave or wax or whatever it was that women did to get themselves hairless. She was lying on a large beach towel, turned sideways to him in the middle of the back yard, a very well-manicured grass lawn.

Susan turned over onto her belly, completely unaware of her son spying on her. Tim now scanned his mother’s body again, from her head of very blonde hair—done in a short, spiky, but very becoming style—to her lean back, past her tiny waist, over the flair of her hips and firm buttocks, down over her shapely thighs and calves to her small, beautiful feet with their red painted toenails, same as her fingernails.

Tim set the binoculars down and continued stroking himself. He remained hard while scoping out his mother. Now he closed his eyes for a moment, imagining his mother’s small, delicate hand with her long, well-manicured, red fingernails wrapping around him before slipping her mouth over it. That image really excited him.