Letter to a Graduate

Letter to a Graduate

From Mom and Dad

Dearest Michael,

We've watched you grow from just a gleam in our eye to a robust, intelligent and compassionate man over these eighteen years. We're so very proud to be able to watch our son crossing the last threshold to adulthood tomorrow. In the eyes of both God and society you'll be fully a man and fully a citizen. Our guidance after that day will be yours to follow or not. So this last letter may be our final instructions to you as parents rather than as partners in the life ahead.

You may have been impatient, and each of our annual letters may have seemed increasingly either unnecessary or perfunctory. We remember being young and eager to get on with life ourselves. At first it seems too slow to arrive and then it seems too soon to end. So savor every day.

There has been much to praise you for over the years, one or two missteps notwithstanding. Those missteps taught you much and you took those lessons to heart. You're a modest man and we know that our praise is sometimes uncomfortable to hear.

This letter will be the last of its kind since you'll be moving out of the house and the tradition of birthday letters dictates that we no longer will give you a parent's 'report card' annually, though you've been top of your class in this family most of these years, as we see it. Please forgive us if we take one more opportunity to dote on you. We'll console ourselves, regarding letter writing, with the last two we'll write for your sister coming along behind you.

So let's get the 'report card' part out of the way first.

(Dad here) Mike, I want to put down in the record some specifics of what makes me proud of you and confident about your send-off tomorrow. 1. You've maintained a 3.8 GPA without overstressing yourself and this tells me that you can balance achievement with self-care, 2. You've taken your wrestling as a series of lessons in growth, both physically and mentally without taking losses personally or making your prowess in this area your single feature - you're a multi-faceted person, 3. This third one's especially important and makes me really proud. I think it was when you were fifteen that you found yourself in a class with a boy whose home life had made him angry and caused him to bully people. Mike, you didn't confront him with your physical strength, which was the easy thing to do. Instead you patiently befriended him, you listened, and you became an anchor for him in his troubled life. You took the adage that the best way to defeat enemies is to make them a friend and you lived it.

For all these reasons and more I'm delighted to send you off into the adult world. It will be a joy to see what you do with your skills, intelligence and compassion.

(This is your Mom) Mike, you'll always exist in my body in a way that maybe a man can't understand. You began as the tiniest, wiggling spark of life deep inside and somehow I knew it the moment it happened. I felt you grow and I worked hard to bring you out of me. Thank God, She makes that a joyful kind of labor. Then your dad and I poured our attention and our energy into helping you grow into a responsible human and you took on that responsibility as you were willing and able.

Like your father, I couldn't be more pleased with your physique. That body will serve you well and I know you'll take good care of it. You might say that tomorrow you'll give it the driving test for your license in adult life.

It's your emotional maturity that impresses me most, son. I see you noticing where other people are needful and stepping up for them when it's in your capacity to help. You're kind and generous with your gifts without using that generosity as a source of your own self-worth. You can be there for people when it matters and for yourself so that you stay strong.

OK, son, so put all that embarrassing praise aside and excuse us for being such gushing parents (we know you're laughing at us right now). This is the part where we explain how the graduation ceremony will likely go. You've known about the event for years and no doubt have had a lot of questions answered by other folks besides us. Of course, we've been delighted to explain what we could up til now.

We're imagining that there's been a lot of anticipation of what will happen tomorrow. We remember how exciting it was to know that day had finally come for each of us all those years ago.

(This is Mom again) My parents were even more nervous than I was I think, but your Dad says his, typically, had that nordic sort of matter-of-factness that came from their culture. I hope your event will be more energetic than his and more focused than mine was. Not that I don't remember the day fondly, mind you. I'm so glad that we'll have a video record of it for the family album.

We trust that you've not yet opened the little present we included with this letter, the one that says 'Don't open until instructed!' You can open it now..... we'll wait....(Your father thinks that's funny).

The lube we've given you is one of our favorites - it's very slippery, doesn't mask any other flavors, it's non staining and cleans up easily. Uncap it and set it aside for a bit.

Now unzip your pants.

Take out your cock because we imagine you're going to want to follow along. Set this letter where you can read it hands-free. Go ahead and apply an ample amount of lube to your hands and your organ. We imagine it's getting hard already. By the way, we're going to speak somewhat crudely and colloquially about our bodies. We think it might help your thoughts about your parents to transition toward the adult, carnal version, if they haven't already. Of course, we gave you permission to fantasize about this years ago and we know that you might have your own ideas for tomorrow.

Bear with us. Or bare with us...

(It's Dad again) I think I was hard for a week before my graduation. I remember that your grams was very casual about stripping in front of me, almost business-like, in fact. I think your mom will be much more, mmm I'm going to say seductive, in her approach. She's got a body that a twenty-five year old would envy. When we make love, especially by candlelight, I always feel like I did on our first night. Your mother can be a nymphomaniac when she wants to be. (Mom... when I want to be is the key word there. Not when someone else might want me to be. But you understand all about autonomy.)

Of course lovemaking should start slow with most women and your mom's no exception. Tomorrow we'll ease into things and I'm looking forward to showing you her special little spots where the skilled application of fingers or tongue really get her motor running. In case you don't already know, there's a lot more to a woman than tits and pussy. We can explore how sensitive your mom's earlobes are and take turns licking her in places you may not have yet considered, like her spine and the webs between her toes, to name a couple.

Your mom's going to wear something really special for your graduation. I won't spoil the surprise but let's say it'll reveal just enough to make you drool. (At both ends, I hope!) And it'll make it easy for your hands to discover the rest without too much effort. I expect we'll take turns touching her body, both the exposed and the hidden parts. I think she'll enjoy the attentions of two men. I know she's been looking forward to it.

She'll be without a bra in the dress I'm not describing. Will she wear panties? She's keeping that a secret for us to discover. It'll be fun to find out and I'll let you do that. I'll give her breasts the gentle care that they respond best to, running my hands over the thin, silky fabric and teasingly letting my fingertips trail under the edges to tickle their way toward her nipples. They'll be diamond hard by then, in my experience, and just a brush across one will make her knees quiver.

Her breasts are a glorious handful, heavy enough to give a good squeeze to and perky enough to invite my mouth to suckle. I'll peel away the silk and lift them out for us to see.

I remember after you were born when she had so much milk and I needed to relieve the pressure for her. Those nipples are still thick and warm and fill my mouth when I suck on them hard. Take note, your mother likes that. I wonder if somewhere in the depths of your memory is the echo of suckling on those fine jugs. Her wide hips made birthing you and your sister easy, and they make riding her a joy. There's just enough cushion when she's bent over the couch to let us really slam together.

You might discover her panty situation by kneeling in front of her. To start you could touch her ankles and get a long, slow appreciation of her legs. I'll hold her up and keep the attention on her nipples while you move your hands along those yoga-toned pipestems. You can reach up under that mystery dress and feel how silky soft her thighs are. They say if you hold a woman's inner thigh up against your ear like a seashell you can smell the ocean. Pause for laughter..... sorry, couldn't help myself.

Your mom ought to smell pretty horny by then, if I know her. I think she'd like it if you pull the dress up just enough to put your head under and get a good whiff of her. Lick her thighs, see if she's sticky there, if she's dripping yet. Your mother tastes terrific. Maybe it'll be different for you, but I like the lemon-metal-sugar-sardine flavor of her. The more you taste her the more juice she makes to taste, so feel free to explore with your tongue into those thick lips and find all the places her juices go.

I'm not sharing any spoilers when I tell you about your mother's pussy - she's given me permission (yes, I did!). I'm going to note here that you should pay special attention to her labia minora. It's taken me a long time to convince her that her sex is quite beautiful. She's got a really thick and dangly pair of lips. They get swollen and red and wet when you stimulate them just right. I'll show you how. One thing I really like is watching my cock slide between them when I've got her bent over, then to watch those lips cling to my cock when I pull slowly back out. Not every woman is built for that. Sometimes she has to reach down and pull them apart with her fingers so they don't get all balled up and chafe.

Stay away from her clit for a while. Lick all up between where her thighs meet her crotch. She'll be freshly shaved for you. Stroke her thighs while you tongue that soft flesh. Take the time to appreciate the perfect indent of her cleft and how those lips hang down when she's that aroused. Circle around her clit hood until she whimpers. I like to make her whimper. She and I both know that getting close then pulling back makes the ultimate end even better.

Run a finger gently between her lips and get a sense of the territory. They dangle and they drip and you'll find the wettest, warmest spot where her opening is. Feel tenderly around that spot. Sense how her flesh gives, how it pulses. You have to keep your finger very still to feel that pulsing. Then press lightly inward. Feel the tissues part for you. Her whole body will shake then, too.

Ease your finger into her and think of that feeling along your cock, slowly closing over the head and sliding down. It'll be hot and it'll be tight, even on your finger. She'll squeeze that finger and quiver all over. I'll pinch her nipples just then, too. It'll probably be all she can do to remain standing. Maybe in the future you and I'll have a chance to learn more about what fingers can do to a pussy, but this time just run your knuckles through her a few times, tenderly. That should be more than enough to get her cooking.

I want you to kiss her. There's nothing like kissing a woman with her pussy juice on your lips. Kiss her with a tender passion even when it's your first with your mom. Especially because of that. While you kiss her I'll unfasten her dress. She had me practice this part already. It should sheet from her body like water. Then we'll have a naked woman between us who's already quite excited.

Mainly tomorrow I hope you'll pay attention to what her body wants as much as what yours does. She's pretty good at telling me what she needs and I've learned that it really pays to listen. I'll give your mom a few words now.

Yes, well, son I'm feeling a little bothered having read what your father wrote and I've got to say it's very flattering. I'm not sure I'd use the term nymphomaniac, though. I like to think I'm just a normal woman whose husband doesn't repress her. He and I are so in sync libido-wise. If he wasn't such a pussy hound I might not have discovered my inner nympho cumslut.

I'm hoping the venue we've chosen will set the best tone for the ceremony. The Carlisle offers a graduation package so we got a good deal for this, the night of your life. There will be the full complement of room service food delivery and a broad menu so we can eat before, after and in-between if we want to. Our room will have a spa and we can control the lighting to set any tone we want.

It'll be fun to learn what kind of environment puts you in the mood. I made a special request for a mirror on the ceiling over the bed. That's a particular fondness of mine - I like watching a big, strong man take me spreadeagled while I claw at his shoulders in crazy ecstacy.

Whew... it would sure be easier to write this if your father wasn't rubbing my nipples. But, let's soldier on with the plan. I'll be standing there naked in front of my two favorite men. I'm going to turn to your dad and help him undress. You know, anticipating this special night together gave him the incentive to hit the gym extra hard this last year. I'd love him anyway, of course, but I like him extra hard, too. Wink, wink. I really like a man in a sharp sportcoat and open-collared shirt. I expect your dad's chest hair will have got me excited about running my fingers across his chest by then.

And it's fun to unpeel a well-tailored shirt from a guy with great abs, too. To pull the tails out and toss the shirt aside then kiss his nipples. Your dad likes a little bite of a nipple now and then. I wonder if that does the same for you. Will it make you crazy for your mom to chew your nipples? I'm going to unbuckle his belt, but not before rubbing my hands all across the bulge in his pants. I like to follow that hairy trail down into his waistband with my fingers and wiggle them around inside to see if his cockhead's pushing to get out.

Honestly, your dad's probably been hard for a week before your graduation the same as he said he was for his. It's been a while since he's watched another man fuck me and it's going to be really special when it's you. I've tried to relieve him, and myself I admit, of the intensity of our longing for your ceremony a couple of times this week but the anticipation and blazing horniness just keep coming back.

So when I pull down his pants his cock's going spring right up to attention. I'm going to grab it and stroke it and tickle his balls right away. I'm going to ask you to watch for a while. You can see how a loving couple slowly arouse each other.

I imagine you'll be shucking off whatever you've got left on about then. I've watched you in your wrestling gear and you know it doesn't leave a lot to the imagination the way it clings to your hard body. Those spandex shorts and wife-beater top in your unitard really do it for me. You might have noticed that I use a little pair of binoculars when I'm at your matches. Confession time. That's because I get such a close up look at you without seeming like a perv. I can see all of your 'bulges'.

You have a really fine ass, son. And such a powerful delta to your torso - those wide shoulders and narrow waist. They look so good with sweat pouring off of them. Seeing you grappling with another strong man really sparks something in me. Maybe it's the strength pushing against strength, muscles popping. Maybe it's the grunting.

I know that society thinks most men get off watching cheerleaders bounce around (we do, don't we!) but there's a good number of us women who like to see a pair of men wrestling. Sometimes I imagine walking out onto the mats stark naked and inserting myself between you and your opponent. My fantasy has you both stripping out of your skimpy gear and pounding me at the same time in front of the whole arena.

I might be thinking of that when I kneel in front of your father and pull his cock down to my lips. If he's dripping already I'll open my mouth under the tip with my tongue out to catch a drop. That makes your dad crazy.

(Dad here) I just want to interject that your mother's really good at this. And she loves to do it, so I don't even have to suggest it very often. When she looks me in the eye and opens her mouth wide somehow she manages a wicked grin even as my knob splits her lips. She'll savor me for a while, just holding me there and moving her tongue all over my crown, diddling the most sensitive spots.

Please don't be shy about telling her what your most sensitive spots are. Or, come to think of it, what your fantasies are. Your mother and I have a long practice of honesty about that sort of thing like she just shared about wrestling. Oh, the stuff we've done to mine our imaginations. Needless to say, as you can tell from this letter, tomorrow is one of them.

I expect that she'll blow me real slow and enjoy you watching. You'll be masturbating and she'll probably keep her eyes turned to you while she sucks me. Give her a show. Wank yourself in your favorite fashion. Think about how close you'll be to her bare body and to fucking her. Think about how excited she is to have you fuck her and how much I'm going to like watching. Think about the fact that she likes to be sprayed with hot cum now and then, so much that it drips from her nipples.

I'm not going to cum in your mother's mouth right then. But I'm going to be building up quite a load for when I do.

OK, here's your mom again...

I'm getting so feverish putting this down on paper. It's fun. And your dad won't keep his hands off my nipples while I'm writing. Sorry if I've missed any typos. It's always a little embarrassing to hear how good your father thinks I am in bed, whether it's fellatio or whatever. I hope you find a woman who makes you that happy. For your graduation, however, I'm that woman so I'll do my best.

Ahem.... We expect to make full use of the amenities so I think we ought to spend some time in the spa together, don't you? We'll be sure the staff has it set just the way we like it. I'm really looking forward to relaxing in the raw with you for a while and just enjoying the jets stimulating me all over. Having gotten that excited it'll be good to plateau for a while and just enjoy looking at each other naked. I like the feeling of my breasts bobbling in the bubbles.

But then again I might give you more of a show. Maybe I'll stand in the middle with the water up to my knees and you two men will watch while I pose for you. I can still vogue pretty well.

I'll be happy if you stand up and look into my eyes when you first touch my breasts. I want to see your happiness and your horniness. I want to savor every minute. I want to feel your fingers pinch my nipples and your palms slide on my wet skin. I want to see your delight in my body.

I'd like you to get to know that body for a bit before we get entirely intimate, before we fuck, as your dad likes to hear me say. I want you to touch me then and explore some more. That'll be a good time to nip at my earlobes and run a finger between my ass cheeks to see what happens.

I'm going to touch your cock then for the first time, standing there in the spa. I'm not going to be able to avoid comparing it to your dad's, you know. I'm guessing it's similar - thick, long and dark. I'm glad we left you whole so you have foreskin to play with. There's one way you'll be different from your father. His is lighter on the end, darker at the root. Are you the same dark purple all the way up? Both kinds of cock are fun to play with though, to be honest.

I'm going to ask you to sit up on the edge of the spa at some point because we have a family tradition that I'm eager to exercise. I'm going to blow you. Every eighteen-year-old man in our family is gifted a blow job from his mother on graduation. It's just to start the evening, you understand, I expect you not to cum then. I'll help you with that.

I'm going to blow you like I blow your dad, slow and tender to start. Like he said, I'll just feel you fill my mouth and get to know the shape and taste of your knob with my tongue. We'll find out if you like me to probe into your foreskin or tease into your cum hole, if you like me to squeeze when I stroke you or just slide my grip lightly in the spit. Maybe I can stack two hands on your shaft and still hold the crown in my mouth, like with your father.

I love a cock between my lips - that's part of why I'm good at it, I suppose. There's something about how sensitive those oral tissues are. They get almost as excited as my pussy lips to have a hot and slippery cock sliding between them. I can feel every little ridge and wrinkle and I can drool all we both need for it to feel the best. I can taste each little leak of your juice on my tongue. It's hot to have my fingers all wet with it, running down...

I'll suck you slowly and tenderly, Mike, because I want you to know what it's like to reach the threshold of nirvana and hang out there for a long time. Do you do that when you masturbate? Do you make it last and last? Well, it's even better with a woman wrapped around your cock, or so your dad says.

I'll want your father to take part then. He'll kneel behind me in the spa and if I know him he'll be good and hard whether he's been playing with himself or not. He gets hard just when I tell him what I'm planning for you - he's hard now as I write this and he's pestering me, really just pestering me for attention. I will not type one-handed. He's going to have to wait until this letter's finished before he can be finished.

Let me jump in here. Your mother thinks that's funny. She can keep me on the brink for an hour. While she's polishing your knob, lucky son of mine, I'm going to thumb her asscheeks apart and push my wedge between her pussylips. Those very same lips I was describing before that hold your cock like a glove. I'll move slow so as not to disrupt your blowjob. In and out and in again I'll glide with the gentlest of rocking. All the way down until my balls dip in the spa water. That ought to feel really good.

This is the kind of motion that keeps your mother on a low boil. She'll be cooking, but she won't boil over onto the stove, so to speak. We're going to save that until we can all do that together.

(Mom, again) When I've given you the best blowjob I know how and checked that box from the family tradition list we can move to the bed. I think your grandparents are going to really enjoy the video we make. That's why I want to be assured that we do the traditions right; they'd be upset if we didn't. But maybe we'll start a new one, who knows?

The actual graduation may not go exactly as planned. Still, this is how we think it can happen and be a very memorable night for all of us. It's best not to make your first time too complex, anyway. Even though we'll be recording, it's not like a porno - we don't have to go around-the-world this time.

Most important is that we connect emotionally on your special night. So I want you to fuck me in the old reliable missionary position our first time. It's a family tradition! I want you to look into my eyes and I want to touch as much flesh of your body as possible. I know this sounds silly, but you're going to be back inside me again after eighteen years and since you won't all fit in there, I still want to touch as much of you as I can.

So... we go to the bed.

(Dad again) God this makes me sweat. I didn't realize how hard it would be to write this letter. Hard, very hard. Ha! Anyway, we dry off and go to the bed. Lights are a dim amber, let's imagine, with some quiet instrumental music in the background. Your mom and you will kiss before we lie down. You'll kiss long and sweetly with your bodies pressed up tight to one another. Her breasts will be mashed into your chest. You'll stroke her hair. I might give you both a big group hug.

She'll sit on the bed and slide back and lie down. She'll smile up at you, opening her legs. You might do her the courtesy of kissing her pussy again for a minute or two on your way up her body, heat her up with your tongue. I'm just going to recline on the side and watch. Maybe I'll stroke myself very, very lightly.

This is your special time. It's a special time for your mother, too. It only happens once, this first lovemaking with her son. She's been waiting a long time to perform this rite of passage with you. This 'cumming of age' as we joked about it when we were planning it. As she wrote, it may not go exactly this way, but you get the idea. Here's your mom again.

Son, I'm going to love seeing you arched above me and your cock hanging down, homing in on my sex. I'll reach down to guide you. I'll wrap my hand around it and squeeze affectionately as I pull you closer. I want you to just relax even though you probably think you can't get any more excited than you'll be with your glans just touching my pussy. Even then just take deep breaths and try to resist the urge to slam it home.

Finesse is the best tool at times like this. I'll push you to just the right angle and you'll simply move with me. After a few times it becomes almost second nature, but the first time your cock slides into a woman it'll take a moment to find the best angle for the two of you. I'm sure we'll find that angle quick enough. I'll be looking in your eyes and you'll be holding yourself bridged over my body with all that beautiful strength you have. I'll say, "push gently now, baby," and you'll look down between us to watch yourself disappear when I rock my hips up and my vulva spreads around you. I like to watch that, too. Never get tired of it.

That heat and wetness is something we'll both feel as you sink in. Remember, go slowly and feel every inch of your cock as I take it. You'll need to push just a little. As excited and wet as I'll be my vagina will still want to clamp on you and you'll need to persuade it to open for you. I'll relax as best I can. I want you deep. I want you to fill me.

After a while of this pushing, this little bit of grinding, maybe some minute gyrations, you'll go as deep as you can. I'm going to ask you to hold yourself there and take a moment to think about how special this is. We'll initiate our third tradition, the exchange of vows. I'll say the words that I've written for this moment and you'll say yours. It might be harder for you to say what's deepest in your heart than to put your cock deep in your mother. That's not unusual.

But I urge you to give it your best. You can keep it brief. Mine will be more about how much I love you and how I'm releasing you to the adult world even as I capture you between my legs. It'll be mushy and a little awkward, but think how happy it'll make your grandparents to hear them. It's true that time-honored ceremonies aren't just for those enacting them but also for the larger community. Our family can watch us fucking and enjoy that, but they'll also be reassured that our family's love is carried into the future with sincerity, that our love is deeply felt. In a way our fucking is a way for grams to tell you she loves you, too.

(Dad again) Your mom's crying a little. She's so worked up about this. Don't be surprised if she cries some tomorrow, too. She's just built that way. It doesn't mean she's sad, of course, just overcome with emotions of all kinds. It's like I cried when I watched you being born. I wasn't expecting that powerful tide of feeling, but it meant I was connected to you as a parent in a way that I might not have been if I hadn't seen you come bursting forth into the world.

When she's composed enough your mom will continue....

OK, yeah, whew, I'm so energized about tomorrow. There's a world before and a world after graduation. Before I got all sentimental I was saying that you'll be up to the hilt in my pussy and you'll be holding still with all your will. You'll be glad to be done with the words, I bet. Your brain won't be much use from then on if you're anything like your father.

I want you to lay down fully on my body. Crush my breasts against your chest. Kiss me with passion. Let the power of our fucking drive you now. Start moving your cock back out of me just by rocking your hips. I'll hold you by the waist and you just raise your butt, pulling that cock slowly out of me. If you're careful you can stop just before you're all out. I'll help you find that spot. We should do this move over and over at first so you learn it quickly. In and almost out, all the way in and almost out, in and almost out, over and over until your body can do it without you thinking about it.

One reason to know that skill is so you can suck my nipples at the same time. It's harder than walking and chewing gum. I'll let your father explain.

Mike, when you're making love to a woman like your mother you've got to bring your 'A' game. I don't mean to put on any pressure here. I mean, your body already knows how to do this. It's hard wired into a guy. It's just that we get in our own way sometimes. Your cock is going to be screaming at you to just fuck your mother already! and you'll have to resist the urge to suddenly grab fifth gear and slam her until you cum.

But you'll both enjoy it more and for longer if you can put a governor on that fuck engine and move slowly. It's more loving that way. It's more sensitive to your mother's needs, too. Keep her on a low boil like I said before. It helps to distract yourself by sucking on her nipples. See, that means you have to curl yourself over her, hold yourself up while rocking your hips and manage to keep her nipple in your mouth and suck it with just the right pressure and intensity all at the same time. And she'll probably be running her nails down your arms and stroking your thigh with her foot, too.

On the other hand all those sensations just make your mother more aroused. She'll be feeling stuffed as well as have her tits on fire. I guess she could describe it better.

Yes, well, I'm sure I can and if your father keeps pinching my nipples while I'm writing this I'm going to be distracted myself. Mike, maybe you've imagined that we're writing this at the dining room table and we're sitting here naked. Well, we are. So when I'm trying to type and your father's rubbing wet fingers across my nipples and trying to worm one between my thighs I lose my train of thought. (Dad here - to be fair it's just as distracting when she strokes my cock when I'm typing, too. I think I know how these keys got sticky ;)

So you're curled over me and giving my nipples the very best care with your tongue, pulling as much breast flesh into your mouth as you can. Good. Keep that up. That makes my tits feel so swollen and fiery. I'll want to scratch at them, they'll itch so badly. And your fat cock's filling me up and emptying me, too. That sensation of fullness and then emptiness creates such a wonderful rhythm in a woman. It's not just the sliding of the hot flesh on hot, wet flesh.

Maybe guys feel it as the red hot pressure all along their entire cock as they go deep, then the release as they pull back? (yes, something like that) Well, I want you to do that balancing trick as long as you can. I'm going to distract myself by sucking your dad's cock.

(Dad, again) When I see that look in your mother's eye and she's licking her lips while zeroing in on my cock, then I know just what she wants. I'm going to ease my knees astraddle her head and she's going to arch her neck and open her mouth.

I'm going to rub my dripping plum across her lips and let her try to catch it, tease her with the thing. I know she likes it in her mouth, like she wrote, but I'll just slide it across her cheeks for a bit and let it drool on her face. Then I'll pull my cock up and drop my balls over her mouth so she can lick at them. I'll watch you chew on her nipples while she gently sucks each nut. She tells me that she likes to hold my loose sack between her lips while she bathes the ball in her warm spit. I like that, too, obviously.

And then I'll ease back and push my cock down so she can have what she's been waiting for. A man in each end of her again. I can't tell you how often your mom's told me of this fantasy of hers. She likes the idea of spit roasting so much. It's not easy to arrange such a thing, believe it or not, at least not regularly. She's hoping that you'll be able to help us with that in the future. It's entirely your call, of course, as an adult. It's not mandatory.

I'm guessing you'll enjoy watching her take my cock deep in her throat while you move inside her. You'll have a really good view of her stretched lips and the drool that seeps out. I like watching your mom's lips slide slowly over my shaft and each shiny bulge disappear. She can move her tongue quite intricately even when her jaws are stretched wide.

This is the sort of thing that improves with practice. So maybe the first time won't be as smooth as it will be later, whether you're with your mom or someone else. I hope you have lots of opportunities to practice with someone who loves you and enjoys sex as much as your mother. Here she is again...

Michael, we're going to be pretty damned worked up by then, even if we're not perfectly practiced with each other. I want you to feel how I adore you when we're in that bed, when you're balls deep in my pussy and watching your dad fuck my mouth. I want you to know that love and the most wanton of acts aren't mutually exclusive. That's one thing about sex - you get to explore extremes with your partner. That is, the extremes of your love for each other as well as the extremes of the pleasures your body is capable of.

Yes, my fantasies of being taken by two men at once are persistent. The couple of times your father's shared me with another man were pretty wonderful. I'm thinking that sharing me with our son is going to reach a new level of thrilling and of loving for me. Simply put, I'm going to really reach a special peak because you'll be fucking me and loving me at the same time. This is what graduation is all about. I want you to feel that, too.

I'm going to be lying there with a cock in both ends, the cocks of my favorite men, the two men I love most in the world. And they'll be making love to me in the most tenderly rapacious way. They'll be touching my innermost sensitive places with care even as they get more forceful, as they begin to feel the sap rising in them, as their bodies prepare to deliver that seed.

It's spiritual for me to be carried up on passion at the hands of my lover, this time my lovers. Yes, it's heavenly, it's a kind of rapture. I'll begin to float above my body as my peak nears. I'll be a mass of intensely pleasurable feelings, the stimulation of all the parts of my body blending into one. This is where I find the mirror so helpful. I can watch myself and feel that floating sensation.

Pull yourself out of me and drag me to the edge of the bed so you can stand on the floor and I'll do a split with my legs. (God bless her, your mom can still do that, a full split.) Put your cock against my pussy. I'm going to be watching the mirror. Your father will be stroking himself above my head. I'll be floating on a wave of joy. Those few moments when you're out of me will be a torment.

I'll feel your knob nestle between my pussy lips and I want you to hold it there while I appreciate the view. You can look up, too. See my breasts heaving and quivering as I try to catch my breath. See your widespread mother just kissing your cock with her pussy, the bubbly foam on your shaft. See the smile on my face and the sweat all over. See your father wanking his familiar cock, his body getting stiff. I'll be trembling then, holding my legs apart by the ankles, waiting for you to plunge into me. Waiting to finally boil over.

Michael, dear, I want you to let all that desire you've been feeling go then. I want you to put your hands on my tits and shove your cock in hard and deep. I'll be more than ready. You will have made me ready, wide open and able to take all the pounding. So pound me. I want to feel your body grind into my clit with every thrust 'cause that's going to push me to the top.

I'm going to be watching your muscles flex and your sweat drip and your face go all red and scrunchy. My mouth'll be open in my own 'O' face. I'll see your dad's hand whipping up and down his cock right above me and behind that in the mirror as he waves it over me. I'll be excited, anticipating the hot rain of cum about to soak me.

That peak will be coming. I'll feel it stiffening my body like yours is stiffening. I'll feel your cock get even harder, muscling it's way deep inside me. You'll be grunting some nonsense, probably, like most men do when they cum.

Just as my insides convulse and my pussy clamps on you I want to feel you burst inside me. I'll be slipperier with your cum filling me. We'll be out of control, but our bodies will know enough to keep your cock and my pussy together, keep them rubbing and clenching and boiling with pleasure. I know you'll be able to drive that beautiful spike into me again and again and again. Your stamina will serve you well then. No matter how your arms shake and your lungs wheeze and you shout your joy, our sex organs will stay caught in the heat of our union.

You're going to churn my insides full of your jizz until it froths out around you and runs down your balls.

Let your dad tell the rest...

I'll be so fucking happy to see my son and wife consummate his graduation. Watching you two in complete abandon to your lust while sharing your deep love will be inspiring, reminding me of my own graduation and all the times I shared with grams.

I'm going to aim my cock at your mom's mouth when I pop. I'm going to rub my balls when I shoot that wad. She likes a mouthful and she'll be lying there taking you deep, rocking to your thrusts, wailing. My spunk will fly, thick and hot, and I hope I can get most of it between her lips. Sure, some will drip from her teeth and her chin and maybe there'll be a few streaks across her cheeks. But mostly she'll catch that big load I've been building on her tongue. Then she'll swallow it with a smile. That's so affirming, to know she enjoys what she's sucked out of my balls.

I'll back away and let you collapse on your mother. You'll be exhausted. She'll try to keep your cock snug inside her for as long as she can, probably. I'll go wash off and get some warm cloths to wipe you both up with. You can sleep then if you want to. Maybe you won't be able to help it. Your mom and I will be waiting to do it again if you like. We have the room all night.

Sitting here trying to finish this letter is a challenge. I'm really sweating now. That was so fucking hot. You see why I encourage your mom to tell me her fantasies. Whooo.

Mike, you may want to re-read this and whack off before we gather so you'll be able to last through that epic blowjob of your mom's tomorrow. Just a suggestion. Of course, it's up to you if we continue as adults in this way after you graduate. You know we'd love that.

We're all looking forward to Sunday dinners back home in the future. Remember that, being an adult in this family now, you'll contribute to those last letters we write your sister in the next two years and we look forward to including you in her graduation. In the meantime give some thought to how her ceremony might be organized.

It's especially difficult to write this now because your mom's trying to blow me under the table. So I'll conclude quickly so she and I can go practice for tomorrow. We're proud of you and we know you'll make us proud at graduation. Say your prayers, get a good night's sleep and drink plenty of fluids.

Fondly, and with eager anticipation,

Mom and Dad