Mark scowled, thinking fuck me stupid for making such a promise, aware more that ever that people don’t always make the right decision. Right now he could be fucking his mother and finishing off with a tit fuck. He groaned and mounted Miranda from the back, her hand guiding him into a sopping pussy.
Before he could finish Miranda called for a repositioning. Mark saw his mother, red in the face, approaching her climax coaxed by the rampant vibrator. Miranda sat across his chest and then lifted up over his mouth, dripping juices. Obediently he began to suck, lick and finger. Then, quite unexpectedly he felt his cock being sucked – it couldn’t be Miranda! She began thrashing over his mouth and screamed and heaved into orgasm. At the same time his balls were squeezed and a finger almost went into his ass – with a roar he shot stream after stream of cum into his mother’s mouth.
At last Miranda climbed off Mark. He lifted to look at his mother with her cum-dripping mouth but instead found her sitting back against the bed-head innocently stirring sugar into her coffee; her face was perfect, displaying freshly applied lipstick.
Later he drifted off to sleep in his chair while watching his mother tonguing her sister’s pussy; it had been a tiring afternoon for him as before that session had commenced he’d fucked Jasmine standing up against a tree in the park after they’d left the university. Another of Miranda’s great contributions.
That night Miranda came to Mark’s bed for the first – and the last – time.
“I’ve come to say goodbye.”
“B-but why, you’ve only been home eleven days – you have six weeks with us?”
“Silly, I meant sexually; your apprenticeship is over. In just a few days, with some help from Jasmine and a little exhibition from your mother gotten your confidence brimming. This is not just about sex – you are tasting your manhood and you’ll become a better person, a stronger person, because of this.”
“You’re come to my bed nude, looking for a fuck. So why the speech?”
“Ah, still crude and young boy traces remain. The ‘speech’ as you call it is what adults call communicative explanation. This is your graduation my sweet nephew – do you understand?”
“Yes, and its miraculous the rapid way in which you have effected change. I now not only think about pussy several times a day but when it’s in front of me I really know what to do with it and extract and impart enjoyment.”
“Spoken like a lawyer. Just never allow your high faulting language and self-importance get in the way of a good fuck.”
“I love you Manda. The way you think, the way you act – your openness and the way you share yourself.”
“Well yes, thank you for that and that’s why I’m ending this. You are beginning to find your emotions and I want those feelings applied to some person free to receive them – I’m not that person, Mark. In some ways I wish I were but I have enough complications in my life with men without introducing a socially unacceptable layer we term incest. I’ve tried to fool myself that the tag was acceptable when acting as your teacher, but who was fooling who? Fuck me for the last time, Mark.”