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This story is dedicated to Dai, my own naughty one…Everything I wrote I plan on doing to you, soon.

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“You, you, wanted to see me, sir?” my secretary stammered as she stepped nervously into my office. I could see that her eyes were slightly downcast through her conservatively styled glasses. “Was there something you needed, or did I do something wrong?”

“Wanted”, “see”, and “need”, those words rang through my ears as I beckoned her into my office, signaling her to close the door. What I “wanted to see,” was her luscious looking breasts, breasts which were always barely contained by her daily series of constricting blouses and jackets, wrapped around my extremely hard cock. What I “needed” was to impale myself within her and release myself fully, my hands gripping the ass which I had admired every time she bent to retrieve a file. I wanted to spread her thighs wide and taste…

“Are you okay, sir? Your face got red all of a sudden. Would you like a glass of water, or something else?” she inquired, concern now shaping her face. She was standing now mere inches from my desk. She had crossed the room while I was locked in my reverie, mesmerized by images of her face contorted in orgasm, the music of her sighs filling her ears…. Or maybe she was a screamer?

I shook my head quickly, trying to bring my attention back to the room, and to Dawn, my delicious secretary, who by now must have thought of me as quite odd. Why had I summoned her? I had lost my train of thought again, reveling in the imagined feel of her heels pressed against the back of my thighs, her nails raking my naked back as I…

“Whoa,” I thought, “I’m really losing it.” I’d best get her out of here before she called for an ambulance or before my turgid organ erupted in my slacks, neither of which would do my career any good. “No, Dawn, I’m fine, really I am. I wanted to talk to you about something but it can wait until morning. Why don’t you run along now?”

A look of surprise mixed with relief crossed her face. “I thought you had heard what I had said about you, and that you wanted to fire me, or punish me.” The last two words were almost a whisper, almost wistful.

“What do you mean? What did you say about me…and to whom?” I asked, now fully in the present moment. Just what had she done? Had she called me a slave driver or jerk or something harsher? I thought I had always treated her decently, maybe even went easy on her because she was so attractive, so sweet.

Now it was she who turned red. Was that a blush? She looked down again, “I told my best friend, when she called earlier, that I didn’t mind working late for you, because I thought you were hot. And I hoped one day that I’d make a mistake, and that you’d get so mad that you’d want to spank me. And I’d let you and then I hoped you’d bend me over your desk and fuck me hard.” The last few words flew out of her sweet mouth at such a torrent that I wasn’t sure what I’d just heard.

“Dawn, did I just hear you say ‘spank?'” I asked, my mouth dry, suddenly wondering if once again I had slipped into fantasy. Maybe I was having some sort of a stroke, or the stress of the job was getting to me. Perhaps I was still asleep in my bed, and my whole nine-hour day, including this fantasy, was part of a dream… “Yeah that’s it,” I thought, “I’m dreaming and when I awake my shorts will be sticky from the first wet dream in twenty-five years.”

This couldn’t be real. Dawn wouldn’t really be asking me to spank her, and fuck her hard here in my office. In our two years of working together, she’d never exhibited any hint of sexual attraction to me, or any hint of sexuality, period. Although she possessed a body that could only be described as “luscious,” and a face that men would fight battles for a chance to kiss, she always seemed so prim and proper…She almost embodied the word “spinster.” I had even pictured what her home life was probably like, caring for an elderly aunt, numerous cats, and sipping tea from fine china while Vivaldi played softly… not bouncing off the walls in sexual ecstasy.

“Yes sir…” she smiled wickedly, all sense of the demure leaving her face, “I would like…” She slinked, slowly, almost catlike, around the side of my desk. I slid my chair back, not sure if it was from timidity, or to make room for her. My secretary stepped into the space I vacated, “For you…” She turned around, “To spank…” Bending slowly over my desk, “Me…” her right hand slid languidly down the length of her medium length pinstriped skirt, gripping its hem. Bending completely onto the surface of my desk, Dawn drew her skirt upward, “Hard,” she moaned, “I need you to spank me hard.”

Stunned, I leapt to my feet, gazing down in awe at the sight spread before me, my cock an iron bar… My once seemingly prim and proper secretary was bent over my desk, her skirt lifted, presenting her ass for me to spank.

“Ass” seemed such a vulgar word to describe what my eyes beheld, for Escort bayan hers was truly a work of art. Two perfectly shaped, milky white globes bisected by a reverse triangle of red lace panties, reminded me of a juicy ripe peach. The panties were French cut. I bemused that it was this combination of lace and skin that must have led to the invention of the word “derriere,” the loveliest of body part names. Her rear was visual feast of such shape, proportion, and color that it was worthy of a master painter… and I was about to redden it, mar it… worship it.

The sexual tension in the room was so palpable that it replaced the oxygen in my lungs…my chest tightened as I lifted my hand. My sudden movement caused Dawn to inhale sharply. From fear, passion, or a combination of the two, I wasn’t sure. She squirmed downward, grinding her crotch against my desk blotter, and my nose became aware of her desire; a moist combination of sweet perfume and musk…the smell of lynx in heat and jungle wildflowers…the scent of Heaven… And my blotter would forever carry it.

“God…Please…Now…” She pleaded, “Spank me now!” My hand swung sharply downward…

“Here’s where I wake up,” I thought in the heartbeat before my hand connected with my secretary’s deliciously exposed rear, “there’s no way in hell this is real”. I closed my eyes, fully expecting to reopen them in my bedroom, the alarm clock jarring me awake.

“WHACK!” The sound of the slap was sharp, like a single gunshot. The stinging of my hand felt real, as did the hot globe of flesh it was suddenly cupped against… But some dreams were that way, achingly, erotically, real…

“OH YES!!!” A voice screamed…Dawn’s voice, “Again!” Pulling my hand away I snapped my eyes open. This was real, as was the raging hardness between my legs. Her right cheek had a red hand print on it, adding to the mottled peach illusion…but this was no illusion…I had just spanked my secretary…and it felt good…really good…I swung my hand down again.

“OH GOD!” She moaned, grinding against my blotter. Digging her pelvis against the smooth felt padding, I became more aware of her heat…her moist perfume once again filled my nose…I breathed deeply of her…I was enflamed…. I struck her one more time.

She howled and writhed against my hand, her banshee scream ringing in my ears…and bringing me instantly back into my body, back to reality. At once I felt remorse for what I did, forgetting it was her who instigated this to begin with…surprisingly the guilt I felt did nothing to alleviate my hard on…my yearning to fill her…

I gently stroked her hot red cheek…She moaned, softly this time, almost a breathy whimper. I rubbed her lightly, caressing tenderly what moments ago I had abused. She sighed. I felt a different kind of yearning…a desire to kiss her where I had hurt her…to lick her like lion bathing his mate with his tongue…to soothe her.

I pulled the chair up behind me and sat down, sliding myself forward into my normal sitting position. My body was now between her parted legs, my face mere inches from her delicious rear. I released all the tension that had built within me in one, long exhalation, my hot breath cascading over the back of her pussy.

“God…” she mewed, her pussy tensing, her ass lifting slightly, “oh God…please.”

I leaned forward and planted a kiss in the middle of the red palm print, which I had left on Dawn’s ripe cheek…She inhaled softly as my lips made contact with her skin.

“Mmm”, was her only reply, the barest of whispers, barely heard over the sound of my pulse humming in my ears. My nose was so close to the source of her passion…I inhaled deeply…her musk filled my brain …searing my synapses with her scent.

My tongue flicked out, hesitantly licking where I had just kissed. I traced a wet circle around the dappled flesh…then downward around her full, fleshy globe. No sound escaped her lips this time, but she slowly rocked back on the balls of her feet, pushing against my mouth. I circled upwards, and inwards, leaving a trail of my saliva…heading towards the wet band of red lace…and what lay beneath.

Dawn realized my destination and lifted slightly, opening more of her to me, “Oh, fuck”, she sighed as I made contact with the wet line of her panty. I licked up between the cleavage of her ass, from the bottom edge of her pussy, up over her other hole…the combination of flavors causing my mouth to water…a mixture of animal musk and something darker, more earthy, and nonetheless appealing.

I slipped off the chair, kneeling beneath her and worried my tongue against her pussy, trying to push through the gusset of lace. She slid back off the desk slightly, pushing against my mouth, humping my face. I sucked at her through the thin barrier of material trying to swallow as much of her juices as possible.

I could feel Dawn arch her back, as I sucked at her lips, totally heedless Bayan escort of the material between us, for it was so wet as to be almost nonexistent. Her noises were inhuman, surreal, like the noise a predator cat makes as she rends the flesh from a fresh kill.

I needed to penetrate her with my tongue, needed to rip my way through the barrier, get at her pussy. I slipped a finger around the material and pulled it downward, into my hungry mouth. I was like some savage animal struggling to break through the net that had caught his mate…using the only tools at his disposal; teeth and claws.

My secretary wiggled, thrust and squirmed, trying to work my intruding knuckle into her pussy, but I pulled it further away, stretching the material tauter and feeding more of it into my mouth…giving me more to grind between my teeth. I turned my head side to side…biting…ripping…shredding…until…

She screamed in orgasm, as the lace obstacle was breached, and my lips and tongue made contact with her slick, pink flower, letting her ride me with her orgasm; drowning in her potent, honey.

Dawn’s body went limp on my desk, as I lapped furiously at her, drawing out her orgasm further, her mouth a torrent of obscenities, sighs, and moans, her pussy a torrent of liquid heaven. I rose and collapsed back in my chair, dizzy for a moment, my face glazed by her spicy wetness…I was dizzy from the rush of passion…I figured now would be a good time to wake up from what had to be the hottest wet dream I ever had…

“You forgot something, sir.” Dawn whispered.

I guess this was real, all of it…I shook my head to clear it. “What Dawn, did you say something…about forgetting?”

“You forgot to fuck me sir…hard. Fuck me hard please.”

For a split second I forgot where I was, forgot the aching pressure in my pants. To be honest I had no sensation in my body, just the wetness on my face, the taste of her in my mouth, as if all my sense receptors had coalesced above my shoulders. But suddenly the blood went back in my body, and I became aware of my own need. My cock was full and heavy, straining for a release of its own.

I stood again, and looked down at Dawn, her mottled ass, her glistening pussy, and the shredded remnants of her panties. I had to oblige her. I unzipped my fly and freed myself. It was purple with need, hard and slightly curved, like an arrow, a drop of pre-cum shone at the tip. I stroked, reveling in the pleasure. I was almost tempted to find release that way, onto her, like I did in my youth, or on lonely nights, stroking over a nubile centerfold…Almost.

Dawn glanced over her shoulder, watching me stroke my hardness. “Mmm, I knew you’d have a hot cock sir”. She said half way between a whisper and a moan, “fuck me with it.”

She did that thing with the balls of her feet again, lifting her rear and presenting more of her succulent pussy for me. Her lips were swollen from my previous ministrations. I moved up to her and rubbed the head of my cock against her moist folds, coating it…she moaned again and spread her legs wider…I exerted the barest amount of pressure against her… and slid fully, deeply in…I didn’t care that her juices were soaking, possibly ruining, the woolen trousers of my twelve hundred dollar suit.

We moaned simultaneously as I entered her tight wet tunnel, my balls slapping against her. I pulled back slightly luxuriating in the feel of her flesh against the underside of my cock head. Then I pushed forward into her. My hands gripped the crumpled fabric of her skirt tightly. Dawn and I began a battle of thrust and counter thrust.

“Oh God, your cock is so big,” my secretary yelled as I moved in and out of her slippery wetness, “make me come again, Boss!”

I squeezed her hips tighter and increased my pace, the pressure building inside. Dawn’s pussy was tight…and wet…and as I drove my manhood into her I could feel the walls undulate as she neared her next explosion…

“Oh God, Oh Fuck…Shit, I’m coming” She screamed as she came wetly around my cock, her juices cascading down my balls and thighs, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh!” I could feel her pussy contract and release in rapid succession. I slammed myself up to my sodden balls, my hands tight on her hips…I ceased my thrusting and enjoyed the sensation her pussy’s waves were producing.

“Dawn” I groaned, looking down at the sight of my cock buried in my secretary’s pussy. A wicked thought entered my mind. “I’m about to come. Tell me where you want it baby… your mouth… your pussy…or your ass?”

“Oh God,” She moaned again, “My ass sir, I want you to come in my tight ass.”

My breath caught in my throat, and my cock twitched with excitement. I almost came then and there. I clenched the muscles in my groin, trying to still the explosion that almost occurred. I’d never fucked a woman in the ass before, never dared to even ask the question of anyone before. I’d thought about it Escort many times, what guy hadn’t? But looking down at my secretary’s pink rosebud, and remembering the dark forbidden pleasure I had as my tongue slipped across it, I knew that I had to at least ask.

“Sir,” she said, turning to look over her shoulder at me, “You’ll tear me up with that huge cock of yours…we need some sort of lube, some Vaseline, hand cream or something.”

I thought for a minute, there was nothing in my office that would fit the bill. I considered rifling through the desks in the secretarial pool outside my office. Then something else occurred to me. I took Dawn’s hand and pulled her off the desk. I dragged my surprised secretary into the outer office; heedless to the idea that someone could still be out there…I guess I figured that since this was nothing but a dream anyway, we would be alone.

The lights in the outer office were dimmed now that it was after hours, save for the lights above Dawn’s desk, and our destination, the small kitchenette to the left of my office (rank does have its privilege and that includes easy access to the coffee.)

It was tiny, barely an alcove cut into the dry wall. There was a small sink in the middle of the counter top. To the right were the coffeepots, and on the left was a small microwave. Above it was our office’s industrial size first aid kit, next to the newly installed portable defibrillator. I wrenched open the door and began rifling through the kit’s contents looking for anything creamy…On the bottom shelf were a bunch of silvery ketchup like packets. “Perfect,” I said to Dawn, “I bet this will work just fine.”

I remembered these packets of jelly from our office training on the defibrillator, some sort of goop to make better contact with the skin…Kind of like KY jelly.

“I wonder if the inventors had this in mind when they developed it”, I thought evilly to myself as I tore open the packet and squirted it on my still hard cock.

“Oh yeah, let me stroke it for you, baby”, my secretary purred as her hand began to slide up and down my penis, coating it with the gel, “let’s get it all nice and ready for my tight ass, sir.”

I moaned as her hand slid up and down, I could feel the fluid in my balls yearning to burst free… “Only a little while longer,” I thought, “It’ll be so worth the wait.”

Dawn leaned over the counter and pulled her rumpled skirt back up over her ass, the imprint of my palm starting to fade. She began to rub her gel-coated finger over her tight pink rosebud. “Let me get it ready for you.” She slowly began to push her index finger inside.

I’d never seen a woman fingering her asshole before, never dreamed that it would be Dawn, my seemingly prim and chaste secretary leaning over our coffee counter…Readying her ass for me to fuck…She slid another finger in, widening the gap, and let out a long, low moan…

She began to slowly slide her fingers in and out of her asshole, bending deeper over the counter. With each thrust the iron bar between my legs throbbed in anticipation…She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled wickedly, “Are you ready to fuck your bad little secretary’s ass, Boss-man?”

I stepped forward, my gel-covered cock leading the way, shiny in the glare of the florescent light. Dawn slipped her fingers out of her rosebud, her once tight hole slick with lube and slightly distended. I took my penis in hand and slowly pressed it to the entrance of her dark, forbidden place…

I pushed against her, my tip making its way into her tight hole…the sensation of flesh pressing into flesh sent a shockwave up my spine.

“Do it baby,” Dawn growled, “fuck my ass, boss, fuck me!” I gripped her hips and pushed further into her. She was tight, tighter than anything I ever imagined, tighter than my first girlfriend’s virgin pussy.

There was resistance at first, I thought perhaps I wouldn’t be able to fill her, but suddenly I broke through whatever final resistance there was…

“Oh God, yes,” Dawn screamed as my cock completed its journey, deeply into her rear. “That’s it baby, fuck my ass!” I began to slide in and out, in a slow rhythm…rhythm enhanced by Dawn’s incredible tightness.

She lifted her right hand off the counter and slid it down her body, her left hand bracing against the wall above the sink. Dawn began to rub her clit as I moved in and out of her compact hole. “Oh God, boss, I want to come while you fill my ass with your cum.” She growled in a voice I never dreamed would come from my “chaste” secretary.

Her words spurned me on to move faster, thrust harder into her… I could feel the familiar stirrings in my groin…the pressure was building fast…my fluid was making its way upwards…

Our moans merged together into one unearthly sound as our bodies exploded in unison, my hot seed bursting deep inside Dawn’s rectum… Her left hand flailed outward as her body writhed in ecstasy, striking the defibrillator and knocking the paddles free. In the nanoseconds that my cock’s spasms matched my pounding heart…time seemed to slow … through half opened eyes I watched as the defibrillator paddles started to crash downward…

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This story is dedicated partially to Julie. She knows why, Thanks, Julie

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I have always had a crush on Mom.

She was and still is very cute, Short brown hair that framed her oval face, Blue eyes that maybe were just a wee bit close together. A nose that no plastic surgery could ever improve on, full lips with white even teeth. Her body was what is called petite, and her breasts were smallish with small pink nipples that poked out noticeably. Long legs beneath a flat hard stomach. She also knew how to dress sexy without seeming slutty.

She never married, making me her bastard son. She had a lot of men chasing her and went on several dates, never bringing any of them home. Although she would sometimes stay out till the next day.

I never cared, I didn’t want a dad, I loved her and wanted her for myself.

After I turned eighteen, mom was never shy around me, and would walk around half naked a lot. She started to flaunt her bare ass and legs and breasts at me. I soaked it all up loving her tight body, lusting after her. Once or twice in the last couple months, she would stand next to me her robe parted, showing me her flat belly and the curve below it, bending over she would kiss me goodnight her titties brushing against my arm. One night as she stood on tippy-toe to kiss me; her soft bush brushed my semi hard boxer clad cock. I could smell her sex as she did. I loved it all; I wanted her but was afraid to make a move.

Sometimes I would masturbate thinking of her tight cute body: imagining her pussy wrapped around my cock, her lips kissing my lips, her ass in my grip.

The summer after graduating from high school, on a warm evening, as I was lying on the floor in a pair of boxer shorts, my head propped up on the side of the easy chair to watch TV. Mom came in the room in a short white skirt, her smooth bare legs were tanned nicely and she had on a blouse that tied at the bottom showing off her flat stomach. she proceeded to flop in the chair I was resting my head on, flashing me her white panties and smooth legs.

I was not that interested in the tv show so after seeing my mom’s panties my attention shifted to her. My cock twitched and started to get hard. She asked me if I wanted something to drink and I lifted Escort bayan my head to answer her. Her legs were spread enough for me to see her panties even more clearly. My mother, noticing my stare only smiled a strange sort of smile at me. She wantonly spread her legs a little showing me her camel-toe. Her hairs lightly showing around the edges of her panties.

“What are you doing home on a Friday night?” she asked.

“Hunnh, Shelby stood me up,” I grunted, speaking of my high school girlfriend.

“So you’re going to mope around the house all night? Maybe we can do something together. Like, go swimming.

“Swimming? Where?” I asked. My eyes still glued to her sexy panties I could smell her arousal, making my cock get even stiffer.

“The neighbors silly, they are out of town and their swimming pool is very private. We can go skinny dipping,” she laughed.

“Wow, that sounds great mom,”

After getting a couple things together we jumped the fence into our neighbor’s backyard where they had a nice swimming pool reflecting in the moonlight. Mom took off her clothes and dove in the water. Her sleek slim body flashing in the pale light, my cock started to stiffen at the sight. I followed her in a second later.

Splashing and laughing we swam the pool a couple times and then we got into a water fight. Splashing each other we got closer and closer to each other averting our faces as we did. Suddenly I was holding her arms to keep her from splashing me.

I had a stiff cock standing straight up under the water

I held her arms, but with her squirming all over she managed to turn around in my grip. Her butt pushing against my hard cock. Feeling my hard member she stiffened. Seconds later she relaxed into my arms her bare butt pressing into my groin. She sighed, “my god, do I miss the feeling of a hard cock.”

I was flabbergasted! “Mom! what in hell does that mean?” I asked.

“You know exactly what that means,” She said, turning around in my arms and giving me a kiss very few boys ever received from their mother.

I was ready! I wanted to fuck my mom, making her my lover.

My lips parted in response to her kiss and she moved closer to my body, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Then reaching Bayan escort down and holding my cock, slid it into her pussy and lowered her weight onto me. Her pussy felt better than I ever imagined. Tight, hot, slippery, pulsating with lust. My cock was as hard as I have ever felt it.

Her tongue danced with mine as we fucked. Her body bouncing up and down as much as the water would allow us.

I was in heaven! Fucking my sweet mother, my secret wish coming true.

Suddenly she pulled off me and pulled out of the water turning around she sat at the edge of the pool her legs spread like a slut to show her marvelous bush. The lips around her pussy wet with pool water making a beautiful picture. Her body glistened with water and moonlight. Her light brown bush had drops of water dripping onto her pink vulva and the edge of the pool.

Her legs spread wide open, mom exposed herself even more by using her fingers and spreading her twat wide for my hungry eyes, I could see the inner folds of her sweet pussy and smelled the aroma of her sex. She then wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me toward her wet pussy. As my nose tickled from her hairs, my greedy lips tasted her fruit I inhaled her essence. Grabbing and massaging her titties, I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy. She clamped her legs around me cutting off any air supply. I didn’t care, as my tongue probed her pussy. Her legs over my shoulders, my arms under her legs and holding her titties I could feel her soft, silky, smooth thighs as they held my head in place. Her nipples were hard as a rock as my fingers played with them. With my nose in her bush, and my mouth sucking her clitoris, I felt her shake and heard her groan. Suddenly her pussy contracted, squirting juice into my mouth and down my throat.

I swallowed it all.

“Oh my god!” Mom groaned, relaxing her grip on my head. “I have been wanting you to do that to me for quite a while.”

I couldn’t believe my ears; or my luck.

“Now young man, get up here and finish the job,” She said.

I pulled myself out of the pool and helped her stand, my hard cock swaying as we went to a lounge chair. She lay back on it, her legs spread wantonly. Her beautiful cunt open and on display for my greedy eyes.

My Escort hard cock standing and needing attention. I lowered my body onto hers. My cock sliding easily into her hot waiting slash. Her legs wrapped around my waist her ankles crossed behind my butt, she pulled herself up as I penetrated her. Our lips locked onto each other as we fucked.

I held her butt as we mated, she was thrashing beneath me, my cock pinning her to the lounge chair. Our breath exchanging between us. I could feel her pubic bone bounce hard on mine as we rutted like animals, her pussy dripping with my spit and her lust.

I felt myself losing control.

Me, fucking my sweet loving mother, the woman who bore me and raised me, fucking her like she was a whore.

The intensity was overwhelming.

“Mommy! My mommy!” I cried.

“Fuck me baby! fuck your mommy, fuck your mommy like a good son,” She groaned. Do you like your mommy’s cunt-hole son?” she panted.

“Fuck yes mommy, yes I love your cunt. I love your body, I love you!” I exclaimed.

I could feel my balls wanting to release into my mother’s love hole.

“Mommy, mommy, I’m cumming mommy!” I groaned into my mother’s mouth.

Suddenly I started to cum, huge gobs of sticky creamy soup, spraying my mother’s womb with my love. My cock balls deep in my mom’s cunt. Her legs pulling me tighter against her body, her pussy contracting on my swollen member, my tongue deep in her mouth tasting her sweet breath.

“Give me that sweet cum, fill my love hole with your jizz, make me your woman, baby,” she responded, her words muffled by our mouths being locked together.

As I finished my wild excursion into my mother’s tight hot body I lay resting on her, my hard cock deep in her cunt, my cum mixing with her juice, leaking out and sliding down her butt and my balls, her legs still wrapped around me.

“Damned mom, I love that sweet cunny of yours.”

“You can fuck it anytime you want, baby, anytime at all. consider me your sweet cock sucking whore and wife,” she answered. “I am your mother, your wife, I am your whore, I am yours always! Next, I will suck that marvelous cock of yours and taste that cum I have been pining away for.”

Kissing slowly now, our hearts thumping in unison, we rested.

As our breathing slowed, she snuggled into my arms. My cock started to get hard again. Mom stroked my hair back from my eyes and kissed me, long, slow, like a lover, like my wife.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Mother’s Helping Hand Ch. 22

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Chapter 22

The last few days of their holiday passed too quickly for them both; and they largely kept to themselves, treasuring each moment, knowing that all too soon their time together would be over. Finally, the time for their return home arrived; and they packed their bags and took the limo to the airport. Alison kept her dark glasses on, and had a few drinks in the departure lounge to dull her sadness. for once, Bobby was in an equally lugubrious mood, knowing that once he arrived home, he would be deprived of his daily dose of Alison’s charms, and plunged into the world of study and college.

On the flight home they were lost in their own thoughts. Alison knew that she had been lying to herself. She told herself that the holiday had been to get Bobby’s obsession for her out of his system, and let him get on with his life; but the truth was, the more she was with him, the more he had filled a void in her life. She knew, too, that she was to blame for letting things get out of hand. Letting him walk around naked at home, massively aroused, was something she’d put down to teenage hormones and practicality. The truth was, deep down, she’d enjoyed teasing him and seeing how excited he became for her.

She’d told herself she was treating him like any other patient; but he wasn’t. He was her son; and, bit by bit, she’d allowed the normality of a mother-son relationship to change, until they were like husband and wife. He even looked like Robert; and for the last few weeks, Alison had felt like she had her husband back, only to have to go through the grief of losing him once again.

She pushed the flight attendant button and ordered another gin and tonic. The alcohol didn’t seem to be doing much to dull the pain, though; but it was all she could think to try. Bobby was sleeping; and as she sipped her drink and looked at him, she thought he was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. Right now, the only thing that would feel better than the alcohol would be Bobby making love to her. She admired his body through his t-shirt and shorts. His toned torso was visible through the shirt; and the tan he’d gotten over the past two weeks made him look even more beautiful. She let her eyes run over him, pausing at the bulge in his shorts. She pictured his giant cock, so hard it was like stone, and his big, heavy balls. She recalled the feel, and the taste of him, and wished she could reach over and grab him now.

The flight attendant arrived with her drink; and Alison asked for a blanket, which the attendant brought moments later. It wasn’t really that cold; but something about snuggling up to Bobby under the cover seemed comforting. She lifted the arm rest gently, so as not to wake him, and draped the blanket over them both, sipping her drink, before leaning over to rest her head on his shoulder.

He murmured, but didn’t wake; and she finished her drink before pulling the blanket over her, and resting her hand on his chest. His skin was so warm and smooth, even through the thin fabric of his shirt; and the feel of his muscular torso made her feel better. She let her hand wander a little lower, feeling his chiselled abs, and allowed it to linger there. Bobby seemed to still be asleep; and she glanced round, confirming that most of the rest of the passengers were also napping.

She couldn’t help herself, and allowed her hand to slide down to his lap, finding the reassuring outline of his big heavy balls, and the thick, heavy piece of meat, that she had come to know so well. She gently squeezed his cock, and felt it immediately begin to respond, lengthening and thickening until it was like an iron bar in his shorts. He still didn’t wake; but he shifted in his sleep as she gently ran her fingers over his aroused manhood. She wondered what he was dreaming about, or, specifically, who. She knew, guiltily, that she hoped it was her; as she continued to tease his cock through his shorts, feeling it jump and tense in response to her caresses.

They stayed like that until Alison finally drifted off to sleep. She was awakened by the sound of the captain’s voice over the cabin speaker, informing them that they were beginning their descent; and he hoped everyone had had a pleasant flight.

“Morning, Mom,” Bobby smiled at her.

“Good morning, dear…” Alison realised her hand was still on Bobby’s cock, and guiltily removed it. “Oh, dear. I, um…”

Bobby smiled at her as she collected herself. Before long they were on the ground, and made their way back through the airport, catching a taxi home. They were both depressed at Escort bayan the reality of arriving home. As Bobby dropped their bags, he tried to embrace Alison; but she brushed him aside, quickly busying herself in the practicalities of unpacking, and preparing for Bobby’s college departure. She went to her room to change; and when she emerged, Bobby noticed with a heavy heart that she was no longer walking around undressed. He took his cue from her that their teasing sessions were at an end.

After a quiet dinner, Alison excused herself off upstairs.

“I’m going to have an early night Bobby. I’m pooped. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Sure Mom…”

So was this really it? After all they’d done together, she was just going to pretend it had never happened, and go back to how things used to be? He went to his room and opened up his lap top, watching some of his favourite big-tit actresses and stroking his cock, imagining it was his mother’s tender hands that were stroking, and her big tits he was looking at, as he pumped out a big load and came all over his belly.

The following morning there was no wake-up call from his mother, and no customary display of boobs to greet him; so he wearily made his way to the shower and washed himself. She was downstairs fixing breakfast when he came down, and had already washed and dressed. She had some music playing on the radio, and seemed to be making a forced attempt at being cheerful.

“Morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?”

“Um, ok, I guess…”

Was she really going to just pretend that nothing happened and keep up this farce?

“Ok, well, I’m making waffles and eggs, so I hope you’re hungry.”

“I’m hungry for your big tits,” he thought to himself as he watched her cooking. She was wearing one of her more modest dresses; and he guessed she was wearing her bra, from the way her boobs seemed not to be bouncing around so much. But try as hard as she might, his mom couldn’t stop herself from looking sexy. He imagined walking up behind her, and grabbing her big melons though her dress, squeezing them hard, the way he knew she liked. He imagined pulling up her skirt, and burying his cock in her tight little pussy, fucking her over the kitchen counter ’till she came, then fucking her again. He felt himself becoming hard as he pictured it. He wondered what she would do. Would she fight him off, or just give in to her desires?

“Here’s your coffee!”

She broke his reverie with a mug of steaming black coffee.

“Thanks Mom.”

“I thought we could get your things packed today; and I could drive you up to college tomorrow.”

“But college doesn’t start ’till next week. I thought we had some more time together.”

“I know; but it will give you a chance to get settled in before term starts. I don’t have to start back at work ’till Wednesday; so I can take you. It’ll be nicer than moving in at the weekend, when all the other students are unpacking.”

“You mean you want to get rid of me.”

“Sweetie, that’s not true! You know I’ll miss you. I’m just thinking this might be easier.”

“Really? You’ve not come near me since we got home; and now you want me to ship out a week early? Why are you being like this?”

He could feel his cheeks flushing and his heart beating. His mom could be like an ice cube when she wanted; and right now she was so cold it hurt. She turned away from him to hide the fact that she was struggling not to cry.

“Honey, I don’t mean to be cold. I love you. You’re my son; and I will always be here for you. But all this… what’s happened… it had to stop sometime, you know it did. And, well, you and I, being here together…”

“What?”

“Well. I think it’s putting temptation in the way, so it would be better if you went to college early and settled in. I’m sure there will be lots of girls there whose hearts you’ll break; and when you come home for the holidays, things will be back to normal.”

Was that it? She really thought she could just switch off the sweet stuff? She’d given him orgasms he’d never believed possible; and every time he saw her naked, it was like the first time. Now she thought they’d just go back to a regular mother-son cosy relationship? How could she really believe that? Still, she’d said being here was a source of temptation. Somehow he thought she meant for her as well as him; so he knew she still wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“I’m going shopping. I may stop off and see some friends on the way home, Bobby. If you go out, please leave me a note.”

She walked off before he had a chance to answer. This was going to be a real ball breaker, he knew. She had said it was all going to end; but he never believed it would actually happen. And he wasn’t about to give up on things now. Alison didn’t get home ’till late, and went to bed straight away. So Bobby didn’t get a chance to see or speak to her the rest of that day. The following day, Alison continued the iceberg routine, Bayan escort and started packing up his things, keeping her conversation upbeat and neutral, talking about college and what his plans were, anything but confronting the elephant in the room.

Bobby could see that she was determined to get him away from home as soon as possible; and short of forcing himself on her, there was no way he was going to get anything soon. So he resigned himself to go along with things for now. He’d awoken with her hand on his cock on the plane, so she could talk about work and college all she liked; but he knew she wanted him.

The drive took them about 2 hours; and Alison played music most of the way, to fill the awkward silence and questions that might surface. Bobby kept quiet for now. Arguing with his mom wasn’t going to get him anywhere when she was in this kind of mood; so he decided to bide his time instead. As they arrived at college, the buildings looked cold and forbidding., most of the faculty and students still on holiday. The place had a slightly eerie, abandoned quality. Alison found the admissions office and sorted out the paperwork, before helping Bobby carry his boxes and suitcases up to his room.

She busied herself with helping unpack and arranging his things, now entirely in ‘mom mode”, and able to distract herself from Bobby. Bobby allowed her to take charge, not that there was much use stopping her, until she finally she ran out of things to unpack and tidy up.

“Well, that looks a bit more cosy, doesn’t it?” as she looked around at his dorm room, now replete with all his belongings.

“Um, yeah. It looks really nice. Thanks Mom.”

“Now is there anything else you need? Have you got enough money? What about food?”

“Mom, I’m fine. Honestly, I’ve got enough food for the whole dorm.”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

They stood facing one another in the small room, Alison clearly not knowing what to say.

“Well, it’s nearly 5pm. It’s a long journey; and I’d like to make it back before it’s completely dark out. So if there’s nothing else you need…”

“There is something, I need….”

“What’s that dear?”

Bobby began undoing his belt before opening the front of his pants.

“Bobby, what are you doing??”

He began opening the button on his jeans, unbuttoning his fly before reaching in and pulling out his cock and balls. He was already semi-erect; and as she watched his cock, it continued to grow and harden, until it was curving up towards the ceiling, and pulsing with his heart beat.

“Bobby, put it away. What do you think you’re doing? Someone could walk in.”

“There’s no one here, remember, Mom? You brought me early. I love you Mom, with my heart and soul; but I also love you with this.”

“Bobby, no… we can’t… not anymore… “

“I know you still want it. You spent the whole flight with your hand on it. Why don’t you touch it now?”

It was a bluff; but he guessed he was right.

“That was an accident Bobby. I thought you were asleep.”

“Well, I wasn’t asleep; so I know it wasn’t an accident,” he lied. “Mom, feel how hard you’re making me now, just standing there.”

“Bobby, no…”

“Just touch it; and feel how hard you’re making me. One more touch won’t hurt you. Then, if you want to go, you can.”

“Bobby, please…”

“Just touch it.”

She looked at his dick: the skin drawn back from his cock head, the glans purple and shiny with his arousal, his cock throbbing. The one eye seemed to be looking at her. It was almost like she was hypnotised by it. Despite herself, she couldn’t help reaching out to touch it, and feel how aroused he was. His cock jumped as she touched it, gently wrapping her fingers around it. He was rock hard and pulsing in her hand. She marvelled once again at how big it was, how her fingers barely met. She felt how silky smooth the skin was as she gently stroked it, unable to help herself.

“Do you still want to go?”

“No.” she said almost inaudibly.

He reached out and grabbed her big tits, squeezing them roughly before ripping her blouse open and reaching in to pull them out of her bra. She gasped as he roughly handled her; but made no move to stop him as he mauled her breasts, squeezing and twisting them, before pushing them together and feasting hungrily on her nipples, biting on the them.

“Oh Goddddd…” she moaned, her breathing becoming ragged as Bobby squeezed and sucked her tits the way he knew she liked. She responded by gripping his cock harder, squeezing the shaft so the head swelled even more and turned purple, the veins bulging out. He didn’t care, though. Right now, she could do anything she wanted to his dick. He was just thrilled she was touching it. He released her nipples and slapped her left tit, sending it bouncing in the air and leaving a red hand print. She gasped, but thrust her chest out at him, inviting more. So he spanked her tit again, Escort harder this time, sending it flying up with the force of the blows.

She was squeezing his cock so hard. he thought she might be trying to take it home with her; but he didn’t care. It felt great; so he was disappointed when she released it. She pushed him back against the door; and he thought for a moment that she was going to slap him. But instead she dropped to her knees. She hungrily eyed his giant cock for a few moments, before opening her mouth and engulfing it, greedily inhaling his cock for all she was worth. He stood against the door, happy to allow her to have her way with his dick, slurping and sucking on it as if her life depended on it.

Having had no special time with Alison since their holiday, Bobby knew he wouldn’t last too long. No amount of jerking off was a substitute for his mother’s blowjobs. He thought she might back off as she sensed his orgasm approaching; but she didn’t. She continued to suck him as hard as she could, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth without gagging. Eventually, as he felt his cum rising, he warned her: “Ohh, God….cumming…”

She continued working her lips up and down his shaft, feeling the head of his cock swell even more before it began to pulse, and then erupt with thick spurts of cum. She hungrily drank down his thick sperm, as more and more flooded her mouth, in a seemingly endless supply. As his orgasm subsided and she swallowed the last of his cum, he was afraid she would leave. It had been a quick blowjob; and he would have liked it to last longer. But for a man in the desert, even a puddle is like an oasis. But instead of rising to her feet, Alison continued nursing on his cock. He was still hard. She slowly licked and sucked his sensitive cock, gently building the pace; and he realised she was planning on making him cum again.

This time was slower than the first. She was more delicate, sensuous, teasing him towards a climax with kisses and caresses. He realised now that the first orgasm was just a release, something they both needed urgently. Now it was time for his mother to make love to his cock with her mouth like only she could. That mouth that had kissed him good night when he was a little boy, was now lavishing kisses on his swollen purple cock head, licking, teasing and caressing him; so he could feel his balls begin to churn, and his cum begin to rise. Only this time, she backed off as his orgasm approached, drawing out the moment and making him wait. Twice more she brought him shuddering to the brink of orgasm, only to deny him at the last moment, before finally licking and teasing him so he came boiling and shuddering to an orgasm even more intense than the first. He came so hard, some of his sperm splashed her lips and dribbled out before she could capture it; but she gulped the rest down as greedily as the first load, spurt after spurt of thick cum filling her mouth as she gulped it down, finally nursing on his spent cock, and coaxing the last few dribbles out of him, before reluctantly releasing him.

The room was growing dim, the sun settling low on the horizon. In her passion, she had lost track of time. She rose unsteadily to her feet, placing her breasts back in her bra and trying to repair her blouse. Several of the buttons had come off; so she needed to hold it closed with one hand.

Bobby pushed his semi-erect cock back into his pants and did them up.

“It’s getting dark out mom, why don’t you stay the night?”

“No, I have to be at work tomorrow. Besides, it might look a little suspicious having your mother staying over in your room, don’t you think?”

“Um, yeah, I guess. I’ll walk you to your car.”

“No, there’s no need Bobby. I’ll call you when I get home. I’d better get going.”

She let herself out of his room and hurried to her car, holding her blouse closed with one hand as she went. Fortunately, there was no one around to see her; so she was able to make it back to her car without arousing any suspicion. As she drove, she still had some of Bobby’s cum in her mouth. She had held a little back, reluctant to swallow it all. She remembered the feel of his beautiful cock in her mouth, and the feeling of it pulsing and flooding her tongue and cheeks with its potent load, and felt herself growing more aroused.

She pulled over on the side of the road, and reached under her skirt to rub her clit. Reliving the sensations of sucking Bobby and savouring the taste of his sperm, and knowing how much there was in her stomach, only added to the thrill. As she rubbed her clit, she felt her orgasm rushing over her, and moaned as she finally gulped the last of his cum down, shuddering through her climax.

She sat with her eyes closed as she got her breathing back under control, when she was startled by a rap on the window. She looked up to see a Patrolman looking down at her. She panicked, wondering how long he’d been there, and how much he had seen through the tinted glass. He signalled to her to wind the window down; so she lowered the driver-side window.

“You okay there, Miss?”

He didn’t look much older than Bobby; and she couldn’t help being flattered that he called her “Miss.”

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Madison let her eyes travel around the dimly lit hotel room from where she was on the floor. She guessed it must be about midday. Her head lay on Dan’s chest with her arm draped possessively around his middle. She looked at her wrist. It was slightly reddened where the satin tie had been. He must have untied her at some point after their wild number three encounter.

She wondered what the hell she was doing. This entire weekend had been so out of character for her. In a span of two days, she had stalked and attacked a man that she’d met on the internet with a needle full of sedatives intending to show him how tough she was.

That hadn’t exactly worked out to plan. She had given in to that sweet southern charm of his, fucked him, and awakened the next morning bound at the wrists. Hell, she had even allowed him to exact his revenge and bring her to such mind blowing ecstasy that she didn’t think she’d ever walk again.

But, it wasn’t like he was just any man from a chat room though. He was Dan…and in many ways he was her man from a chat room. They’d spent enough time with each other in cyber space for her to trust him somewhat, but still…this was all new to her. It was exciting, but… not like her to be putting herself out there…making herself vulnerable…that was a dangerous game to be playing.

She listened to the rhythmic sound of his breathing as his chest rose and fell. She smiled. She had heard that breathing many times before. She had even watched him sleep on his camera. Suddenly her smile faded a bit. She never thought she’d be one of those besotted twits who would psychotically enjoy watching a man sleep…but she did enjoy watching this man sleep. She let her eyes close as she listened to his breathing again and a warm feeling traveled through her body.

She slid her hand beneath his shirt, which they’d been in too much of a frenzy to remove. She slid her hand up his stomach to his chest and began to touch him there softly. Her eyes opened when he made low grumbling moan in response. She looked up at him to find him staring down at her. She felt her heart melt and that scared her a lot. Teasing a man was fairly risk free. Escort bayan Loving a man definitely wasn’t.

Madison slid her hand out of his shirt and scrambled to her feet. She held her hand out to him to help him to his feet. He stood inches from her, holding onto her. A little taken aback by these new feelings, she stepped back and tried to regain control of the situation. Seeing her flee, he stepped toward her closing the distance between them again. She looked up at him tentatively. Their eyes locked as he stared down at her and she felt that warm feeling again. Why was she finding it hard to breathe?

Her hands moved to his chest and she started unbuttoning his shirt. He made no move to stop her. He just watched as she moved down his stomach. When she made it to the last button, she opened his shirt and tugged it over his shoulders and down his arms. Her hands then moved to his jeans, which were still unbuttoned and unzipped from encounter number three.

Dan’s hands moved over hers and placed them at her sides. She looked up at him again.

“I’ll do it, baby.” He said in a low grumble.

She watched as he slid his jeans down and stepped out of them. He folded them and placed them over a nearby chair. Next, he pulled off his boxers and placed them with his jeans. He stood in front of her stark naked. Madison let her eyes move over his body. She started at those soft sexy lips, then her gaze started to travel further and further south. A blush crept across her cheeks as she got past his stomach.

Why was she behaving like a teenager? It wasn’t like the man hadn’t been inside of her only hours ago…with his fingers…with his tongue…and with his…She jerked her eyes back up to his face, refusing to see “it”…but damn she wanted to see. She would bet he was hard and throbbing, ready for the next sexscapade.

When she looked up at him, she could see that adorable little smile of his. He was enjoying this. Madison sighed and took him by the hand.

“Let’s get some rest, Casanova.” She said leading him to the bed.

“I thought you had to get to work.” Dan said smiling.

“I don’t work on the weekends, Bayan escort darlin.” Madison replied sliding into bed next to him.

Madison draped her naked body over him in an intimate embrace, resting her head on his chest again.

“I think I might miss this.” She whispered to him while her hand caressed his torso.

“I know I’ll miss this, baby, but it doesn’t have to be the last time.” Dan replied in a hoarse whisper.

Madison furrowed her brows and thought for a minute. Didn’t it have to be the last time? This whole thing had gotten way out of control. Surely it wasn’t something they could do all the time. They both had their lives and responsibilities. She wished it didn’t have to be the last time, face to face, but she feared it might be. She knew she would see him in his chat room. They would talk and laugh and play. But this was different.

“Dan…” Madison whispered

“What, baby?” he asked.

“Make love to me.” She whispered pulling him on top of her.

Dan settled between her spread thighs and began to kiss her softly. She could feel his cock between their bodies hard and thick, waiting to push into her pussy. The anticipation made her pussy start to cream for him. She returned his kiss, sucking his bottom lip, then kissing his neck.

“God, I want you so bad, baby.” Dan whispered.

Madison cried out as he slid his cock into her. She spread her legs more to receive every inch he had to give her. She wrapped her arms around him and held on for dear life as he moved his hips slowly up and down. She could feel his manhood filling her, stretching her pussy with each downward thrust. It felt so good being so intimately joined to the man she feared she was beginning to love.

“Oh God, yes.” She whispered and moaned right into his ear as she continued to hold him tight.

“Oh baby.” He groaned while continuing his steady rhythm.

She began to kiss him again. First she kisses his neck. Then she kissed that sweet mouth, sucking his tongue into her mouth to match every time his cock slid into her dripping pussy.

She loved to hear the sound of him moaning. His breaths were coming Escort shorter and faster as he began to fuck her with more and more urgency. Madison could hear her own ragged breathing quickening as Dan began to push into her faster and harder. The sensation of his sliding in and out of her so deep was too much. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move her hips upward to meet his thrusts. She knew she was going to cum soon.

“I’m, gonna cum.” She whispered as her pussy began to clench around his cock.

Madison squeezed her thighs around him as she shuddered with orgasmic pleasure. She could feel her slick pussy quiver with him buried insider her as she was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure.

“Oh baby. I’m gonna cum.” He groaned as he thrust deep into her one last time, spilling his seed into her depths.

He collapsed on top of her gasping for breath.

“I love you, Dan.” She whispered holding onto him.

“I love you too, baby.” He replied, rolling over to his side of the bed, pulling her on top of him.

Madison let her eyes close for what seemed like only minutes, but when she opened them, the room was dark. She was still in the arms of the man she adored. But, was she allowed to adore him? He had a life. She was a part of it in some ways, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted her to be in every way. She placed her palm on her forehead to try to clear some of the fogginess that seemed to be gathering there.

She eased out of his embrace and slid off of the bed. She needed to get home before she was enchanted by him again. She had 2 days of sex on her. What she needed was a hot shower so that she could think. She needed clear head to decide what came next. She scrambled around the room looking for various items of clothes in the dark. She stuffed her panties into her purse, and slid her shorts on. She put her tee shirt and bra on, and slipped into her shoes.

She felt her way back to the bed as her eyes began to adjust to the lack of light. She heard him breathing that slow rhythmic in and out. She listened for a few moments before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. She crept quietly toward the door and eased it open. A moment of sadness crept over here when she looked back at him stretched out on the bed, hips barely covered by the entangled sheets. Would be the last time she would see him like this?

She hoped not.

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Maria couldn’t believe it actually worked.

Two nights earlier she’d asked her best friend Keri, to ask a guy to dance at the country western bar they frequented on Thursday nights. Maria’s plan was for Keri to see if she’d like him, not just like the way he looked.

Surprisingly, after the dance, Maria met Tim and chatted with him for a while. He danced well, seemed very intelligent, was a few inches taller than her 5’10” frame, so she could at least look up at him and his big brown eyes. It was obvious to her that Tim kept himself in good shape as she paid attention to where she slid her hands during the course of the few dances which they shared before the night was over.

On the way out, Maria gladly gave Tim her phone number to set up a time to meet on Saturday. She went home that night and was so excited she realized her panties were wet.

Tim wasn’t expecting the advance either. He was smart, but not the most outgoing or brash guy either. He went to the western bar like most 23 year-old guys – to find women his age. He enjoyed the dance with Keri, a petite brunette of about 5’3″ with a large rack on top for her size. Her friend Maria was tall, thin, with short, dark hair. After that first dance in which Tim met the two beautiful brunettes, Keri left the tall pair to get better acquainted. Before too long, they were chatting and Tim was glad he’d gotten Maria’s number to meet up on Saturday.

Two nights later, Maria prepped herself for her night out. They had dinner plans, then off to a movie. She wore a pink tank top that made her B-cups seem a bit bigger.

At dinner, while the conversation was going on, each couldn’t help but admiring the other.

The sexual tension broke when Tim planted a kiss on Maria’s lips during the movie. Despite the crowded movie theater, neither seemed to care that the tall duo spent about half an hour with their lips locked and tongue twirling around each other’s mouths.

They calmed down enough to drive back to her apartment, where it didn’t take long to pick up where they left off.

While they were both really into each other, neither one seemed to realize how much the other was holding back. For almost an hour, no clothes were removed, just a lot of groping, kissing, necking and moaning.

In Maria’s mind, thoughts kept racing through her head, as she straddled Tim, grinding into his pelvis as he sent jolts of electricity through her body with every touch of his lips to hers or to her neck or shoulders.

In Maria’s mind it was only one thing.

“Mmmmmm, wow that feels really hard. “

Her kissing had gotten Tim hard a long time ago. her grinding was only making it more of a strain.

As if reading her mind, Tim stood up with Maria still straddling him, and carried her to the bedroom. She let out an affectionate laugh as she somehow flipped the light switches she needed to along the way.

Once in her bedroom, Tim started kissing right at her navel and working his way up, underneath her pink tank top. Maria, lay there as she felt shockwaves of pleasure travel up and down her spine.

Her top now removed, Tim licked carefully, flicking his tongue on one already hardened nipple while flicking at the other one with his thumb Escort bayan and index finger. Meanwhile, Maria writhed in pleasured and her moaning only encouraged his foreplay.

His expert mouth was already soaking her panties as she muttered only incoherent words.

“Ohhhhh, Gg. . .yeeeeeeaaaahhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh”

The first orgasm came just like that, without him having touched her now soaked pussy. She thought he was sexy 2 nights earlier, but the way he was getting her off was more than she imagined.

As she pulled his head up from sucking on her now swollen nipples, she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it to reveal a toned, muscular chest. She ran her hands over his tight abs, as their lips locked and tongues swirled after her first orgasm.

To somewhat of a surprise to her, Tim wasn’t done with Maria yet. As he laid her back down on to the bed, he slid his left hand down her stomach ever so smoothly, underneath her waistline until he reached her soaking wet pussy.

She’d trimmed her triangle of hair above her clit the night before, and his soft hands on her now swollen clit was exactly what she needed. She tensed and occasionally relaxed as Tim took his lips off hers, and realized underneath her pants she was wearing a g-string.

“You take it off – I wanna see it,” he said.

As horny as she was, she wasn’t about to say no. After she peeled down her pants, Tim was treated to one of the nicest, tightest asses he’d ever seen. In the front was a sweet pussy, wet and with a swollen clit and only a small patch of hair on her abdomen above her clit.

He stood up behind her – him with his pants on, her naked. She stood there shivering yet so hot couldn’t quite figure it out. She could feel his hardon grinding in to her from behind.

Meanwhile Tim is busy kissing her neck, playing with one nipple of hers in one hand, and massaging her clit with his other. All she can do is moan as her legs start to give way and grab onto his hair and pull his head into her even closer.

Without saying anything, Tim comes around to her front, kissing down the center of her chest until he reaches her pussy.

He slowly leans her back onto the bed. As she says “you don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t have to,” he says. “I want to”

With that, his lips lit the fuse of the firecracker that was her pussy. He circled it slowly with his tongue, sucked on it with his lips, and darted his tongue in and out. The next several minutes was a combination of her gasping for air, moaning, and tensing up every time he hit a sensitive spot.

Something was building up before she even knew what it was.

His pace quickened once he realized she was close. He sucked her now very swollen clit into his mouth and eagerly lapped up the sweet juices with his tongue as he licked her pussy.

Suddenly, she grabbed his head, gasped, and locked her long, silky legs around his head.

She thought she urinated on him for a split second because she was absolutely drenched.

She screamed as she gushed a squirting orgasm from her pussy into his waiting mouth, and writhed and moaned for the next half a minute until she came down from the immense sexual high.

Super-sensitive now, Maria, Bayan escort never one who wanted to taste her own pussy, didn’t hesitate to say “Oh my God, you’re good at that!!!” before she locked lips with him, the taste of her juicy pussy still fresh on his lips and tongue.

She sat up and straddled him. Maria unbuttoned his pants to see probably the nicest cock she’d ever lay eyes on.

It was hard alright, because Tim had been keeping that hardon inside his pants for over an hour with no relief.

Tim’s cock wasn’t giant by any means. But Maria knew a big one when she saw it. Her last boyfriend was about 5 1/2 inches. Tim was 2 inches longer, and thicker.

His cock had a round, purple head that she stroked with one hand and two nuts that seemed bigger than golf balls in a heavy sack below his 7 1/2″ cock.

Tim moaned in pleasure as Maria leaned over him and took his hard cock in her waiting mouth. It was so big she couldn’t suck all of it.

She had a very talented mouth, and although she wanted to ride his beautiful cock all night, she felt she owed him a good blowjob because she’d already cum from his mouth twice already.

Tim lie back and enjoyed watching the pretty brunette’s head bob up and down on his cock. She used just enough tongue when she reached the purple head and swirled the tongue around it before seeing how much she could swallow.

She was used to a smaller cock, so she still couldn’t get all of his hard monster down her throat. She stroked his cock wanting to taste his delicious cum, but also realizing she wanted him to stuff her pussy until the sun came up.

She made sure to lick his big gonads and stroke his shaft up and down while she lapped at it with her tongue.

Her pussy was wet from before, and she felt a little tingle again. She kept one hand stroking his hardon while she quickly straddled him and held his veiny hardon at the entrance to her sopping wet pussy.

“Put it in baby,” he said to her in a whispering tone.

“Mmmmm, it’s big. . . “

For her it was. Maria’s pussy was still tight. A gasp was heard as her face initially looked shocked to realize the size of his monster. She wanted inside her so bad, but she wasn’t sure if it was going to fit.

When he started rubbing his thumb on her clit, she gyrated her hips and sunk down a little more on each stroke.

Until. . . he was in.

“AAAAAHHHHH! Oh my that’s big. Fuck me, baby, but take it slow”

Not really one for talking during sex, she couldn’t help herself. Not only was the hot guy into her, but he was huge.

For a while she just tried getting used to his size. She rode his cock gyrating her hips back and forth slowly and rubbing her clit to keep her wet. Her wetness was probably the only thing that let Maria take his cock inside her.

As she built up a pace, Tim started sucking and flicking at her nipples, sticking a finger in her mouth for her to suck on like his cock and playfully grabbing her tight ass. One time he pinched her left nipple at just the right pressure to have her arms give out from under her as she had orgasm
.

It wasn’t as big as the second one, but that was the biggest orgasm she ever had.

The thing was Escort – he still was hard.

She had an idea.

She’d done this position once or twice before, but it never worked with her old boyfriend. His cock wasn’t big enough.

Tim’s was.

“Do me from behind you big stud,” she whispered naughtily in his ear.

She laid flat on the bed, her tight, sexy ass up in the air just a bit, wiggling to tempt Tim’s big cock to fuck her again.

He slowly slid his dick inside her pussy, and once he got in he knew he hit her spot because she, relaxed, collapsed and moaned loudly.

Her hips sank to the bed and she spread her arms out to the side. Tim’s body was now covering hers. She felt his arms on top of hers, and his pelvis right behind her sweet ass.

“Fuck me hard baby and don’t stop!!”

This position she loved. It takes the right kind of man, she thought, to be able to do this with.

While she wasn’t anally inclined, she loved the feeling of a big hard cock between her lovely ass cheeks. Tim’s cock was big enough to satisfy her cravings and it hit her g-spot every time because he was long enough.

Tim thrusted deep and hard into Maria for what seemed like days. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her sweet ass on every stroke was absolute pleasure for the both of them.

Tim became more aggressive in his words and his actions. He teased her a little bit, because it was obvious she was loving every second of it. But, the teasing was only short-lived because he was loving the way her ass cheeks and pussy clamped so nicely around his cock.

“Oh. God. Yes. Tim, fuck me!. Harder! Ahhhh! Yeahhh!”

Those were the words that came out of Maria’s mouth as Tim pounded her pussy. The small feeling of helplessness she loved. While she loved being the giver at times, she loved being the recipient.

After another magnificent orgasm brought her to four for the evening, she started to wonder if he was ever going to cum.

As his big balls slapped against her pussy lips with every stroke, she knew what she wanted.

She told him “Shoot your load inside me!”

He gyrated his hips differently to get himself in a better position. He quickly increased his pace to the point when both of them were on verge of a big orgasm.

“You want my cum inside you, is that what you want?”

“YES!!! Give it to MEEEEeeeeee. . “

Both lay on the bed spasming for most of the next minute, almost unable to move with any self-control. Tim exploded inside Maria’s pussy with thick jets of cum just as her 5th orgasm of the evening hit, almost as good as the 2nd.

As she came out of it, she looked at the clock and realized they’d gotten home 2 1/2 hours earlier. She felt the warm sensation of a lot of Tim’s cum filling up her pussy. She was lucky she was on the pill because she never felt so full before.

As he rolled off of her, and she rolled over, she kissed him on the mouth one more time before sucking the last bit of cum out of his now softening, yet still sensitive, cock.

“Mmmmm, I’m going to be sore for a while,” she said

“Sorry about that – I kind of got into it there,” he responded.

“Well, you can just make it up to me in the morning when we shower together,” she said, with a mischievous smile.

“I guess you won’t be asking Keri to get you a dance partner next week,” he inquired.

“Nope, but she and her DD tits might want some of what I got tonight. . . “

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I’d always gotten along famously with my mother in law, Maude Thomas, in the eleven years that I’d been married to her daughter, Trish. Although both women were beautiful, they had almost nothing physically in common. Maude was tall and chubby with dirty blonde hair and Trish was of medium height and slimmer with natural fiery red hair. Also, Maude had a set of killer tits on her that her child didn’t.

My father-in-law, Dave, had always been a cheater. I’d heard too many rumours from various sources for there not to be a fire where there was so much smoke. I was certainly not one to judge as Trish’s frequent work absences allowed me ample opportunities to enjoy some of the spare pussy that came my way occasionally.

I, however, had never been caught.

Due to some mix up with her normal hotel bookings, Trish had to stay at a different hotel slightly off the beaten track. As she passed the hotel’s bar on her way to dinner at the restaurant one night, she spotted her father seated in a private booth at the far end of the room. He was leaning forward laughing and had his hand on the exposed knee of his female companion. Trish chose a table that overlooked the bar and watched from afar as the happy couple later left while Dave firmly caressed the ass of the giggling female as they walked to the elevators that went up to the rooms.

She relayed this tale to her mother and me on her return and Dave was promptly booted out all the while protesting his innocence claiming mistaken identify.

A week or so after Dave was caught, we were invited to the fancy, formal wedding of one of Trish’s more obscure cousins. She had to go out of town that weekend and because Maude enjoyed dancing, Trish asked me to accompany her mother to the function so that her mom could get out of the house and take her mind off Dave for a night.

The event was held in a convention centre in town a few minutes drive away. It was the best type of wedding to attend. We didn’t have to make speeches. We didn’t have to greet anyone. Most people didn’t know us and we didn’t know most people. We just drank and danced.

While dancing with Maude I noticed her holding me tighter than normal, there was the noticeable stray hand on my ass accompanied by sexy smiles and unusually long eye contact.

Is she just teasing or is she coming on to me?

Fully aware of the hapless Dave’s recent bust, I knew to proceed with caution.

“I can see where your daughter gets her sexiness.” A safe opening gambit, I felt. It couldn’t be construed as offensive if I’m on the wrong track. However, sexiness versus beauty strays slightly over the blurry line between mother-in-law and new pussy.

“You’re such a charmer, Paul. I’m a fat, old lady compared to Trish.”

Game on.

“Please. You look like sisters. Even Trish thinks so.” Lying comes easily to one when one is thinking with both heads.

“She does?” She searched my eyes briefly for any insincerity. She found none.

“Of Escort bayan course, she says so all the time.”

Flushed with these compliments, I soon detected a softening of her body against mine as we danced. We were moulding against each other more, extra touching. Nothing untoward to a casual observer but I was aware of her smell, her softness more than before.

As we moved around the floor, I took every opportunity to prod her with my semi-hard cock. I rubbed it against her ass, her side, her tummy, her hand, her arm. I wanted her to get the message that my cock was available and hard for her.

After a few hours of dancing and drinking champagne, we headed to the bar.

We gulped down our first ice-cold rum and cokes and started on our second round.

“Let’s take this outside I could use a smoke.”

We got out into the cool air on the crowded patio with the other smokers and lit our cigarettes. I slung my arm low around her waist and draped a few lazy fingers over her chubby ass. She leaned closer.

I took her hand and led her behind the building to what appeared to be the dispatch and delivery area of the convention centre. A floodlight at the other end of the yard provided a little illumination. After a quick safety scan of the place, I pulled her between two trucks and up against a stack of tyres.

“Wait, what are you-?”

Game time, Mother Maude. Time to pay the piper.

I greeted her with a gentle, soft kiss to ease her in. She stiffened, hesitant as first. Then slowly she opened her mouth more. Her searching tongue soon joined the action. We kissed like this for some time while I reached around and began to stroke her ass. Soon her body began to respond as she ground herself against my rock hard erection. I kissed her more roughly as she increased her suction on our duelling tongues.

With my other hand, I groped a heavy breast and rubbed a bullet hard nipple while I conducted a detailed tactile analysis of that delicious butt with my full hand as she squirmed and moaned every time I pinched it.

Taking my hand off her breast, I began a frontal assault. I reached under her skirt and slowly to find an engorged clit at the entrance to a very wet pussy.

“No Paul. No, I can’t do this to Trish.” She suddenly pulled her mouth off mine breathlessly.

She did not move her body out of reach and my hands stayed in place.

“I love your ass.” I continued to stroke that huge ass from behind as determined fingers stroked her pussy over her panties from the front.

“Paul. Please. We shouldn’t-.” She grew silent when I resumed toying with her clit.

I began kissing her neck as my fingers sneaked under the elasticated edge of her panties and continued to torment that engorged clit now directly. I built up a rhythm – hard then slow then hard – and then I felt her body begin to move in sync to maintain contact between my fingers and her inflamed clit.

She leaned Bayan escort against my chest heavily as all her senses converged around her clitoris. I felt her heartbeat increase and her breathing became more ragged. I continued to strum her clit while my fingers move in and out of her sopping pussy. My fingers alternated between direct contact with her clit, then around it, then contact then away until we were in sync again. She sped up slowly and her hip movement dictated the pace.

Her body went rigid as she came with a long drawn out moan as her pussy clenched in powerful pulses around my long-suffering fingers.

One hand continued to stroke and pinch her behind while the other fondled her pussy gently down from her climax.

“I love these panties. Is it silk, mother?”

“Don’t call me that-. What? Yes, they’re silk. God, Paul. You fingers-.”

I continued to kiss her neck as I slowly lowered her panties while I groped her big behind.

“My God, Paul. What are you doing? We can’t-.” Again, she doesn’t pull away.

“When last have you had sex?” I held the back of her skirt up high around her waist as her panties landed on the floor around her feet.

“Please don’t, Paul. This isn’t right.” My fingers slowly resumed their evil work on her pussy.

“When last?” I ask gruffly while pinching her ass roughly.

“Ow! Months. It’s been fucking months.” She had started swaying her ass from side to side to maintain contact with my fingers.

Taking my hand off her naked ass, I lowered my zipper and placed her had on my achingly hard cock.

“Take my cock out.”

She snatched her hand back.

“No, Paul! Someone might see us.”

“Do you enjoy sucking cock, mother Maude?” I increased the pressure on her clit as her body started moving again.

I reached for her hand again and kept it in place on my dick until I felt her close her hand around it.

“Paul, please don’t.” Her hand started moving slowly up and down my length over my pants.

“Well, do you?” I ask.

Unbidden she reached in and fished out my length.

“Do I what?”

“Do you enjoy sucking cock?”

“Yes, I fucking love sucking cock,” she gasped suddenly as her slutty, experienced hand gently measured my cock’s length and girth.

“Show me.”

“Someone may see.” She looked around nervously and then took a step back and gazed down at the meat in her hand as she fondled it.

“God, it’s huge. No wonder Trish is always in a good mood.” We shared a smile and then she slowly sank to her knees as she continued to stroke me. After a few exploratory licks and kisses, she opened her mouth and sucked me in. Her warm, wet mouth expertly pleasured my cock. While her mouth provided varying levels of suction, her tongue stroked me all around as she moved up and down.

“God, Maude. You sure know how to suck cock.”

She established a loud slurping rhythm as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the work Escort of an expert. Her small skilful hands alternated between twisting the long shaft and cupping my balls.

Expertise from lots of practice sucking lots of cock.

I was impatient to try out this new pussy so when I detected her slowing down, I lifted her up firmly by her arms, stepped behind her, flipped her skirt back up, slapped her ass hard and bent her over in a smooth, quick motion.

“Paul, wait, please. We can’t-,” she said wiping her mouth, gasping and trying to straighten up.

Really, bitch.

I held her hips firmly bent over as she braced herself against the stack of tyres. I positioned my hard wet cock at her sopping entrance and entered her with one long, slow stroke.

“Ooof! My God, Paul. Please take it easy.”

Her token resistance now over, I felt her body soften as it relaxed, she kicked off the panty around her ankles and spread her feet apart. I slowly moved my cock back and forth in tiny movements while she adjusted to my size.

Is there anything better than strange, new, pussy?

I started with slow, long strokes and slowly increased the pace. After a while, I began to roger her with long more powerful strokes as her moaning got louder. I watched that great ass from above as her labia stretched around my dick as it was pulled out and pushed back in as I fucked her with firm deliberate strokes occasionally slapping her ass hard.

Each slap was met with a loud yelp and a strong pussy pulse around my cock.

I was fucking her hard and deep now. Soon, we built up to a brutal rhythm in sync with her ragged grunts and the wet sounds of our sweaty bodies slapping together.

Her pussy started its tell-tale clenching almost like a nudge, nudge wink, wink to me. Soon the spasms became more frequent. Maude’s moaning got louder and louder.

“Mmmm mmmm ffffuck. Yes, yes – I’m coming…aarrgh.” Her pulsing pussy clenched around me painfully.

I increased the pace, took a firmer hold on her hips and blasted shot after shot deep into her twitching, spasming hole as we both climaxed together out of breath.

I stroked her for a few lazy strokes while she recovered her senses. I reached down, picked up her discarded pink silk panties and wiped my cock with it and threw it in the floor.

I love the idea that on Monday when the drivers arrive for work, they’ll find expensive silk panties on the floor. Clearly, someone got fucked here.

“I can’t believe you fucking came in me, Paul. How could you?” she said as she slowly straightened up.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“What? I asked you-.”

“Has Dave tried?”

“Yes, once or twice when we were drunk. But it was too painful.”

“Don’t worry I’ll be gentle.”

“What are you fucking talking about? Now?”

“Not now. Although don’t tempt me. Your big ass was made for fucking.”

“My ass is not that big -.”

“Phone me tomorrow.”

“What?”

“Make up some reason to ask me over.”

“No, you’re crazy. I’ll have my grandson there.”

“Around 2 pm. Make sure you have some lube.”

“My God. Does Trish know what a bastard you are?”

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When my second wife was pregnant her widowed mother needed a place to stay. Liz had never gotten along with her mother and really didn’t care about her problems. I told her that we had a sofa bed and we couldn’t let Linda be homeless.

Liz had told me that her mother shaved her pussy. I had seen pictures of her when she was younger and she had a nice trim figure. When I thought of her unshaved cunt I was hoping that she being a widow she might be horny.

Nothing happened for the first week or so. She would go out on the balcony and chain smoke seven or eight cigarettes and come back in for 30 minutes. She would do this all night. Linda and I would talk about anything in general. I could tell that she wasn’t as innocent as you would think a woman pushing 60 would be.

Liz liked to go to bed early all the time leaving us alone. One night we were watching TV together. I called up the cable company and ordered a porno movie. Linda and I were watching and making comments to each other. She got up to go to the bathroom and left me alone in the Escort bayan living room. When she came back, instead of sitting back down on the couch, she sat in a big chair closer to my end of the couch. I had unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my zipper down. I pulled my shirt down over my cock so nothing looked amiss. We continued to watch the movie.

I told her that since Liz was pregnant, the only sex in the house was what was on TV. She sighed and said that she knew what I meant. I whispered to her “Usually I’ll masturbate out here in the living room but since you’re here I can’t do that”. I had let my shirt ride up but in the dimly lit room she couldn’t see my erect cock poking out of my fly.

“Do you want me to go out on the balcony”? Linda inquired.

“Actually, I’d like you to help”, I replied and cupped my balls. Just then the TV illuminated the room so she could see all seven inches of hard cock. She didn’t say a word but came over to the couch and started to stroke my cock. It might’ve been since she had seen one but she hadn’t Bayan escort forgot how they worked. I slid my shorts down and she took her other hand and started to rub my balls.

“Oh you shave your genitals. I’ve been doing that since 1942. I hate pubic hair, it’s so unclean”.

I started to rub her almost non-existent breasts and she didn’t stop me from unbuttoning her blouse. Even though she wasn’t even an a-cup, her nipples still got stiff. I rubbed the both of them and started to lick and suck them. She was really jerking my cock now. I pulled on her nipples and she squeezed my balls. I tried to put my hand down her slacks but she wouldn’t let me.

“My husband was the only man to ever touch me there. I can’t let you do that”. She pushed me back on the couch and said, “Let me show you how a young girl made ends meet in WW2”. She started to lick and suck my cock while her daughter was sleeping in the back of the apartment. She soon was sucking my cock all the way down to my balls. “I always had plenty of ration stamps”. She must’ve Escort had half of the stamps in Miami Beach the way she was blowing me. I started to cum and she kept her mouth plastered to my cock until the spurts subsided. She then pulled her head up and, looking right at me, swallowed my load. “I would’ve done it without the stamps”.

From then on out, whenever her daughter was out of the apartment, she would come over to where I was and give me a blowjob. If I went into a room where she was, I would pull out my cock and she would make it hard and suck me until I shot into her mouth. She would give me a blowjob while her daughter was taking a shower.

I went into the bathroom where Linda was brushing her hair and saw her dentures soaking in a cup of water. I got behind her and started to rub her small tits. She turned around and dropped to her knees. She gummed my cock until I came all over her wrinkled face.

She lived with us until the baby was born and her new apartment was ready. One day I came home and Liz said that her mother wanted to borrow some money. “I told her that you were in charge of all the finances and she would have to talk to you. I’m taking the baby over to Zoe’s. You call her up and try to get out of it”.

I picked up the phone and dialed…….

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Wife Gangbanged in a Hotel Pt. 02

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Author’s Note: This is an act of fiction. For those who like this type of fantasy/situation, please enjoy! For those who do not, I hope you find something on this vast site that DOES interest you. None of my stories, this one and any follow up chapters included, are intended to be what every member of the community are looking for. If you simply don’t like the scenario I have set up here, please move on and stroke to something you do like. Thank you!

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The night before our big night out, I met the 5 guys who were going to hopefully gangbang my wife at a local bar for a couple drinks. Even though they’d shared images of the forms I’d requested – proof of a vasectomy and of a clean STD test – I wanted to see them up close. I also wanted to meet the guys and make sure none of them were assholes and lay out some ground rules.

Basically, a reminder that while all of us guys wanted to have a good time, this was about my wife. There were no promises. While I’ve been trying to put the seed in her mind that she wanted this, we were surprising her and she may not consent. The guys all agreed that they weren’t trying to rape someone. If she said ‘no’ to any of this, they’d leave. They also agreed that if there was anything she didn’t want to do, they wouldn’t push the issue.

Thankfully, the guys all seemed pretty down to earth. We had a couple beers, told jokes, told stories from our sex lives and had a fun time. Each guy admitted to jerking off to the pic of my wife several times since starting this process and they really hoped tomorrow night would happen. I told them I did, too, and to make sure they all saved some cum for the real thing! I told them I’d text when we got to our room with the room number. They were to give us a little time to start on our own so she was good and horny, and to stagger their arrival so it wasn’t too intimidating at first. With that, we parted ways, all eagerly anticipating the next night.

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The next day – THE day – arrived. It was one of the longest, most excruciating days of my life. I tried to stay busy but nothing really helped pass the time. My wife could tell that I was antsy, but she just assumed it was excitement over a night out to celebrate my birthday.

Finally, it was time to head downtown. My wife dressed for the occasion for me. She wore a tight skirt showing off her long legs and a form fitting shirt that highlighted her flat stomach and showed just enough cleavage.

I was super horny, and flirted with my wife all night long. I gave her little smacks on her ass. While we sat at dinner I kept rubbing her thighs. She would push my hand down as I started moving it under her skirt, but each time she let me roam a little higher. At the bar later, I kept telling her how much I wanted to fuck her. I even joked that we could sneak into the bathroom for a quickee. She declined, as I expected, but I swear she considered it for a moment.

Around midnight, as I came out of the bathroom, I noticed a guy talking to my wife at the bar. As I got closer, I realized it was one of the guys I had lined up for tonight. This wasn’t part of the plan. I proceeded cautiously.

“Hi babe,” my wife said all bubbly as I walked up.

“Hey, man,” the guy chimed in. “Sorry, please don’t be mad. I didn’t see the ring on her finger when I came over, honest.”

“No worries,” I replied.

He stayed and talked for a few minutes. They were in the middle of a conversation when I got there so might as well let it finish. He started to walk away, but stopped short and turned back around.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “and this is going to be extremely forward. I think your wife is incredible looking and I’d really like to fuck her. Any chance you two would be interested in a third wheel?”

I looked at my wife. She didn’t refuse him right away. I even saw her bite her lip and give him a look up and down. But she finally thanked him for the compliment and said ‘no.’

I sat next to her and said, “Fuck, you’re so hot tonight, other guys are propositioning you right in front of me as if they know how slutty you are now!” I slid my hand up her thigh and she let me rub her pussy through her panties a few times. She let out a moan.

“Want me to go tell him we changed our minds?” I asked.

She breathed deeply and looked in his direction. “No, I’m your slut,” she winked. “But you remembered to pack the dildo, right?”

**********

Around 1 am, we decided to call it a night and headed to the hotel. On our way out, we passed the guy we had chatted with earlier. I stopped and quickly said something to him.

“What did you say to him?” my wife asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just said I hoped he was able to get laid tonight because I know I am.”

Once we got into the Escort bayan hotel room my wife headed to the bathroom. I took the minute she was gone to text the guys we had arrived. I told them the guy who came to the bar needed to arrive first and to give us about 20 minutes. My wife walked out of the bathroom in her naked glory. She walked to the bed and laid down.

“You and our dildo friend need to come join me. Now!”

I wasted no time. For one, my sexy wife was naked, slowly rubbing her pussy and I would never pass up the opportunity to fuck her. But also, I needed to get her desperately horny if I was going to pull this off.

I stripped immediately, grabbed the dildo and joined her in bed. I straddled her body while on my knees and presented my bobbing cock in front of her. She greedily sucked my member and I just watched as she rocked her head forward and back.

She perched herself on her forearms for leverage. I started to thrust forward a little, too, driving my cock a little deeper into her mouth. She had always used a gag reflex as a reason to not suck me, but I decided to test my luck here.

“That’s it slut, suck on my cock. Let’s see how much you can take.”

She looked up at me with somewhat pleading eyes, but she didn’t stop sucking. I pushed forward a little more and heard her gag a little, but still she didn’t stop.

“That’s it, take me in your mouth.”

I put my hand on the back of her head and laced my fingers through her hair. On the next bob, I pulled her forward a little. Again, she gagged a little. Again, she kept sucking. I couldn’t get her to open up for the whole length, but she took three quarters of it. Still holding her head, I quickened the pace of my thrusts. I could feel each thrust push into her throat and gag her a little, making her drool. She looked into my eyes the whole time, making it hotter.

Finally, I hit my breaking point. “Taste my cum, slut!”

Her eyes opened wider in surprise. I gripped her hair tighter, letting her know she wasn’t getting away from this.

“Here it comes, bitch. Swallow my cum!”

I shot into her mouth and I could feel her head jerk back in surprise, but I held her head so my cock remained in her mouth. I could see her throat move as she swallowed, and then again for the next shot that hit her tongue. I spurt a few more times and she ate it all.

“Thank you for swallowing, babe.”

“I guess it’s just what sluts do, right?” she replied. Then she added, “You’d better have more cum for me.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, we’re just getting started! There’s lots more coming your way.”

“Oh goodie!” she responded, having no idea just exactly what I meant.

I slid down her body and buried my face between her legs. She moaned as I began eating her out. I lapped hungrily at her soaking pussy, eventually concentrating on her clit.

“I need to be fucked, babe!” she exclaimed.

I smiled and then reached for the dildo.

“You want this stranger to stretch you?” I asked. She moaned.

“Say it.”

“I want to be fucked by a strange cock.”

I slid the dildo into her sopping cunt and she bucked on it. I slowly started fucking her with the toy.

“Whose cock is fucking you right now? Is it your husbands?”

“I don’t know who it is,” she responded with lust in her voice. “Some new cock. Some guy I’ve never met before.”

“Does that turn you on?” I asked. She didn’t respond, she just kept fucking the dildo.

“I asked you a question,” I pressed. “Does the thought of fucking a stranger in front of me turn you on?”

She looked me straight in the eye. “Yes,” she replied softly. I leaned down and kissed her. Just then there was a knock at the door. I broke our kiss and started to get up.

“You aren’t answering the door?” she half questioned and half stated.

“Well, it would be rude not to. I think they’ll get the hint,” I joked.

I got up and smiled at her, drinking in the sight before me. This was it, no turning back now. Either she went with this or the night and possibly more was over. Another knock snapped me out of it and I went to the door.

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“Who was it and what did they …” my wife started to ask and froze as she saw the stranger from the bar standing next to me. She started to reach for the sheets, suddenly remembering she was naked.

“Don’t,” I barked. “I think we both want to try this. Let this happen. Let him see you.”

“Take your time to get comfortable,” the stranger added. “I can wait.”

Her eyes looked at me questioningly as I climbed back onto the bed.

“I asked him to join us. We’ve had fun with the dildo, let’s try the real thing.”

I slipped my fingers along her pussy, she was still soaking. She Bayan escort moaned, which I took as a good sign. I kissed her and she kissed back, another good sign.

“Fuck me,” she asked softly a moment later.

She closed her eyes and I positioned myself between her legs. I thrust forward and entered her.

I don’t think my wife had ever been wetter than she was right now. I easily slid deep inside of her, bottoming out as my pelvis pressed against her. I pulled back and quickly thrust into her again, as deep as I could go. I retreated, and as I pushed forward again she pushed forward to take me.

She felt amazing, and I knew we would both have an amazing orgasm if we kept this up. But this was not what the night was about. I had to push us forward.

“Open your eyes,” I whispered to her.

“I can’t,” she responded shyly.

“Our friend is enjoying what he sees. He likes seeing us. He likes seeing you. He’s hoping you’ll let him join. Open your eyes.”

My wife’s eyes opened. We both looked in our guest’s direction while I continued thrusting into her. It was obvious he was pitching a tent.

“He’s not going to make a move unless you ask him to. He will leave if you want and ask,” I told her. I could tell she was considering her options. Finally, she spoke.

“Take off your clothes.”

Without a word, our friend did as he was told. He stripped and his 8 inch cock sprung free. My wife gasped and my eyes opened wide. I pulled out of her and her eyes suddenly shot over to me with a “what the hell did you just do?” look.

“Let him touch you,” I suggested.

I backed away and he walked slowly toward the bed, almost as if he was trying not to scare a skittish deer. He knelt onto the bed, leaned forward and kissed my wife’s neck. She moaned softly and his right hand drifted onto her taut stomach, and then slid slowly up to her breast. I could see her tense at the touch of a strange man.

“Relax,” I told her. “Enjoy.”

She loosened slightly. As he kissed down her collar bone and then to her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth, she gasped and moaned again. He slipped his hand down her body and she instinctively spread her legs as he reached her lower stomach. His fingers extended and slid into my wife’s wet pussy.

It was surreal watching another man pleasure my wife with his mouth and fingers. She was slowly humping herself into his palm and I watched as her hand slowly reached out and grasped his cock, stroking his member for the first time.

After a couple of minutes being pleasured by someone new, she seemed to need something familiar.

“I need my husband’s cock inside of me,” she stated.

“Hands and knees,” I responded.

She quickly complied and got into doggy style position. I entered her from behind. Christ, I loved this position! I smacked her ass while fucking her and she moaned deeply.

“Do you want another?” I asked.

“Yes!” she practically yelled. I spanked her again.

“Another?”

“Yes!” So I smacked her ass hard again, and she moaned louder.

“Another?”

“Yes!”

“I mean, do you want another cock?” I said this time.

“YES!” she yelled.

Our friend moved around the bed and kneeled before her. I pulled on my wife’s hair so that she was looking directly at him while I continued fucking her from behind.

“Suck him,” I told her. She opened her mouth and accepted half of his cock immediately. We were spit roasting my wife and fuck was it hot!

As if almost in a trance, I held onto my wife’s hips as I fucked her from behind. Her wet pussy felt amazing, as always, and normally I’d be staring at her ass screwing her like this. Instead, I watched the other cock sliding into her mouth. I slammed into her harder, pushing her forward onto the strange cock. My wife, who used to basically refuse to suck any cock at all, easily and happily accepted him into her mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby,” our guest moaned. “You suck so well. Suck my cock.”

He looked at me and saw the fascination on my face at the sight of my wife in this position.

“Your husband likes watching you suck another cock,” he added. “Be sure to put on a good show for him.”

She moaned in excitement. Each thrust of mine from behind pushed her forward onto his cock. Impressively, she kept her lips around his member and was taking more than half of his length. After a minute I could see a little drool drip from her mouth as she sucked him. I was so turned on I fucked her with full strokes, slamming my hips into her ass each time.

I had to reign in my excitement though. This alone was not the full reason I had set this evening up. I slowed my strokes and leaned over my wife’s back.

“Are you ready?” I asked. “Are you ready to have Escort a stranger’s cock inside your pussy?”

Our friend didn’t seem to have any intent on giving her the option to just continue the blow job. He pulled his cock from her mouth with a little ‘pop’ sound and waited.

“Lie down,” I told her.

Slowly, she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs open. Her glory was fully exposed to another man for the first time since we had met.

“Are you ready, honey?” I asked.

She didn’t respond.

“He’ll leave if you don’t want to do this,” I assured her. “So just answer the question. Do you want him to fuck you?”

“Yes,” came the meek, barely audible reply.

Our new friend crawled around on the bed and positioned himself between my wife’s legs. She looked over at me and then reached between his legs to guide his cock to her opening like she had done for me so many times over the course of our relationship. He was in a pushup position above her body, arms extended so we could both still see her body. As soon as her felt her line him up, the man pushed forward. My wife was staring me in the eyes as her began to enter her. His full length slid in with one easy push given she was already opened up and soaking wet from the fucking I had just been giving her. As he bottomed out in her she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

He pulled his hips back and then pushed forward again. This man wasn’t holding back. He used full strokes on every thrust at a controlled pace as he screwed my wife. I couldn’t stop watching. It was a live action porno staring my lovely wife right in front of me!

My wife is now lost in the lust of sex. She wraps her left leg around her new partner and he quickens his pace. A minute later he grabs her long leg and rests it on his shoulder. He is now slamming into my wife and she is loving it. I scan her taut body and watch her beautiful breasts swaying in every direction as the entire bed rocks.

I finally notice that I’ve been absentmindedly stroking myself slowly to the scene in front of me. I decide it’s time to remind my wife that there’s more than one lover involved with her incase she’s allowed herself to pretend there’s not.

“Does his cock feel good, baby?” I ask.

“Mmm hmm. So. Fucking. Good,” she moans between thrusts.

“Stroke me,” I tell her.

She reaches over and takes my rock hard cock in her hand. I also reach my hand over and start to play with her breasts.

After a couple more minutes, our friend has reached his point of no return.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum in your wife?”

“Yes,” I quickly answer.

My wife moans in response. He pushes deep inside of her and stays there.

“Oh, fuuuuuucccck,” he yells through gritted teeth. Another man is depositing his load inside of my wife. She is still gripping my cock but has stopped stroking it. When he finishes, he pulls out slowly, still semi-hard.

“I still need to cum,” I tell my wife.

“Lie down” is her response. I’m not surprised. Cowgirl is her favorite position. I do as I’m told and she climbs on top of me. She slides easily down my entire length. With the mix of her own juices and his cum inside of her, she’s never been so wet. She is fucking me as hard as she can. There is no mistake about it, right now the only goal is to bring us both to orgasm as quickly as possible.

“I can feel his cum inside of you,” I tell her, feeling a little dripping down my cock.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

“Yes,” I admit.

She moans loudly and places her hand under my back as if she’s trying to lift me up. After all our years of marriage, I know exactly what she wants. I grab her ass, sit up and take a nipple in my mouth. I squeeze her ass and suck her tit hard. This is her ultimate favorite, and most sure way to make her cum.

My wife is bouncing on my cock as fast and as hard as she can. I’ve started grabbing her hips and holding her down so that she doesn’t slide off because if she does, it’s going to HURT when she comes back down!

The earlier fucking, her stroking, the sight of her fucking another man, and now this! It’s finally all too much.

“You ready for a second load?”

“Uh huh,” is all the response she can muster as she pulls my head back to her breast. Cum explodes from my cock and I moan into her tit. My wife begins to squeal and I know she’s cumming, too. I fall back and she collapses on top of me as our orgasms start to subside.

“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear.

“Did you like that?” I ask.

“Yes. Did you?”

“I did,” I respond. “Do you want some more?”

“Yes,” she says shyly, almost a little embarrassed. “Do you want to see him fuck me again?”

“Him … others …” I respond.

She looks at me quizzically. There’s a knock at the door and I give her a sly smile.

“Hope you weren’t planning on sleeping any time soon.”

My wife rolled off of me and onto her side as I got up to go answer the door …

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Amy knew Steve’s face pretty well, in a “small town” kind of way. This wasn’t unusual; having lived there all of her life she recognized most of the town’s residents by sight and knew Steve from before High School, where he was a year ahead of her. It wasn’t like they stopped and talked across shopping carts for hours at the grocery store, more that Steve was “just a guy” who seemed to be around—someone she always enjoyed exchanging a friendly smile with him at the gas station or the post office, but nothing more than that.

That summer she signed up for a creative writing class, one evening a week at the high school, and when she walked into the classroom on the first evening Steve was the last person she expected to see sitting in the front row, but there her was, smiling “hello” to her. Despite the mild anxiety she felt at starting the class, it was comforting to see a familiar face. She settled into a desk at the other side of the room from him and lost herself in the teacher’s words.

When the class took its first coffee break Steve walked over to her. “Hi there. It’s Amy, right? Tommy’s sister.”

She nodded and sipped at her soda. “And you’re Steve, unless he has a twin. Isn’t it funny what you learn about people you’ve known for so long? All this time I’ve seen you around… I never imagined you for a writer.”

“I’d hardly say I was ‘a writer’.” He smiled, a little bashfully this time. “Can’t say I had you down for a writer either.” He indicated she might like to sit and they sat opposite each other at a free table. “So, what do you write?”

Amy gave a slight self-deprecating laugh. “Nothing… yet. I just thought I’d like to try something new. It was either this class, or macramé.”

Steve’s mischievous blue eyes softened further. “I guess getting tied up in words was more appealing than tying knots then?”

Amy laughed and explained that she was thinking about writing some travel memoirs or maybe just amuse herself by spending a few afternoons in the countryside, writing about her surroundings.

It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed his quiet good looks, but this was the closest she’d been to his clean features and content manner. Steve’s movements were assured and comfortable as he explained how this was the first formal writing course he’d taken, despite the constant output of words from his keyboard and printer. She was unexpectedly mesmerized by his conversation as Steve talked enthusiastically about how she would enjoy learning about the colors of words, and the pictures she would find herself creating.

Amy found herself smiling and leaning across the table as Steve’s hands constantly moved with a grace not normally expected form someone who spoke with such quiet passion. However long she’d seen him around, this evening was the first time that she truly “met” Steve, and she found herself enjoying his company.

Steve was enjoying Amy’s company also. It was easy to be captivated by her quiet confidence and stealthy good looks—they snuck up on you. As the break ended it was with a reluctant sigh that he stood and said, “Come on,” he motioned that they should leave the break room, “better get back to class.”

*****

The following week, Amy made a point of sitting next to him.

Steve smiled as she took her seat, elated and excited at her choice. He was more active than her in the class, his experience meant he had opinions on a lot of the curriculum and he was having fun with the subjects they discussed.

She was glad to have him close, and their glances to each other were comforting to Amy as she tried hard to combat her natural shyness and get the best out of the class.

He liked her. She was average build and height, but had a vibrant face that shone when she smiled, usually with an impish overtone. He found her increasingly attractive.

Steve was doodling on his notepad at one point, writing down a short description of Amy that he wanted to use for one of his characters sometime. “Blonde,” he wrote, “strong, silky hair that sweeps away from the pale, pure, skin of her face. Glistening eyes, happy smile, not forced. Understated features, you only catch the beauty at second glance. She’s the new friend you want to have and the girl you want to talk to at a party.”

As they left the school building that evening she followed him out to the car park. “Hey Steve.” He turned to see a quizzical look on her face. “You never did tell me… what kind of stuff do you write?”

He paused a few seconds before answering. “Oh, lots of things really. I like essays, short pieces on local buildings and things like that. Usually there’s some social commentary in there as well. I’m six years into a novel that will probably take me twenty years to write,” he laughed. “But I guess I have more fun writing erotic stories than anything else. Mostly that’s what I’ve done lately.”

Amy let the words sink in and tried not to look surprised. “You mean…”

He shifted a little uneasily. “Yep.”

“Oh.” Amy smiled wryly bedava bahis and started walking slowly towards her car again. “That’s interesting.”

Steve drove away disappointed that Amy might not be as likely to sit next to him the following week. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her?

*****

Steve’s stories, even though she’d never read any, were never far from her mind the whole of that next week. Amy couldn’t get away from the thought of Steve, sitting at his desk, writing the kinds of things she imagined he would write about. She just knew those stories would be good though. Something about the way he talked about his writing, the passion he obviously had for it… she just knew she would like them, and that they would be hot.

The night before their next class Amy couldn’t sleep. She started up at her ceiling, thinking about Steve’s stories, imagining what it would be like to be one of the women in them, what it would feel like to be his girl and live out that fantasy.

She thought of the smile on his face as she kissed him, undressed him and massaged him. She could almost feel the power of him as he entered her and filled her. Thinking about the climax she would have with him made her dizzy. It was so real. When she found she had been stroking her wet pussy while she thought of him she realized the dizziness was real and moments later she exploded.

“Oh… my… God. Fuck me gently,” she breathed as her orgasm finally began to subside. Steve had a lot to answer for, and he hadn’t even touched her, let alone heard her ask him to fuck her.

*****

She was sitting in what had now become her usual seat when Steve came into the classroom and sat next to her, happy to find that his erotic writing admission had not alienated her.

They spent that evening’s class talking about and practicing descriptions of one-street towns, but Amy was thinking about another subject entirely. She watched Steve’s hands as he made notes on his pad and tapped at the keys of his laptop. It was easy to imagine those fingers undoing her zipper and pulling away her clothing. It was becoming all too easy to imagine her hands reciprocating on his jeans and shirt.

When the class was dismissed Steve hung around while she packed away her things and started to walk out of the building with her.

“You know,” Amy was unsure how to ask, “I’ve been thinking about what you said, about your… other writing…”

“Yeah.” Steve swallowed. “I, well… maybe I shouldn’t’ve said anything.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” she gained confidence. “It’s just, well, I was thinking that I might like to try it.”

“Oh,” he considered. “You mean the writing part, don’t you, not reading?”

“Yes.” Amy nodded eagerly. “But I guess I wouldn’t mind reading some also, if you think that would help me make a better job of the writing.”

Steve conceded that it would, but stopped short of offering his own work for her review. He offered to help in any way he could though, and assured her it was not as difficult as she might think. “How would you like to get together sometime and throw an idea or two around?”

“I’d like that.” Amy smiled at him and felt an immediate temperature increase in her panties. “Maybe not here though. I’m not sure the other students would approve.”

He suggested they go for a coffee but Amy reluctantly declined. She was still thinking about discussing the intimate topics of the story she was beginning to visualize in public. It was a story Steve was starting to feature prominently in but being overheard in a coffee shop wasn’t high on her agenda. She looked at her watch. It was just after nine.

“Are you rushing anywhere? I could make you some coffee at my place, if you have an hour?” She giggled self-consciously. “At least I won’t worry about being overheard.”

They agreed on the plan, and then Steve asked if she had eaten. When she shook her head he offered to pick up some food while she made the coffee. Amy gave him her address and they set off on their separate journeys, both of their pulse rates considerably higher than normal.

*****

Amy barely had a chance to perform an emergency tidy-up around her lounge and dig some coffee cups out of the dishwasher when he arrived at her door with a large bag of Chinese food.

As they worked their way through as much of the food as they could, the conversation was a little lighter and more expectant than they were used to. Neither of them was anxious to bring up the subject of writing and it was only when Amy was stuffing the empty cartons into a trash bag that she finally broached the subject.

Steve was sitting on her sofa, cradling the mug of coffee she had given him. “So,” she started hesitantly, “how should I look to start my story?”

“I guess you need to work out what position your characters are in.” He thought about what he said and his cheek reddened a shade. “I mean… what situation they’re in, you know, how you want them to get together. Yes, you need casino siteleri to have that before you start to worry about positions.”

Amy giggled. “I see what you mean.” She walked over and sat at the opposite end of the sofa. “So, let’s just say… my hero and heroine… they’re in a class together. Macramé, say.” She felt a flush in her own cheeks and also a tingle of excitement between her legs. “I guess I just need to engineer a way to get them together, and then get into describing what they get up to outside of class.”

“Exactly,” Steve agreed, happy that she’d taken the initiative, on her story at least.

“Now,” Amy looked away from his eyes and looked demurely down towards the carpet, “what about when I want them to… you know, have sex?”

Steve stifled a small but understanding laugh. “Well,” he paused, noticing a rising excitement and carefully finding his own words, “you need to find a way to describe things to a reader in a way that they’ll be able to picture the… sex, but enjoy the images at the same time.”

“How do I do that?”

Steve thought about the question for a few seconds, realizing that he’d already become highly aroused discussing this with Amy. He shuffled to ease the pressure on his erection and advised her, “You need to describe things the way you experience them. Write what the touch felt like, what the tongue was doing, how wet… well, you get the idea.” He felt his cheeks flush. “And remember, it’s not just about what they do physically… a key part of this is conveying to the reader what they are feeling inside… emotions.”

Amy could barely believe how hot things had gotten between her legs, and was very aware of just how wet that part of her was, at least. Her heart was pounding as she wondered how bold she would let herself be as the electricity between them grew. She tried to casually glance at Steve’s lap, wondering if he was in a similar state. She thought there might be an extra bulge there, but wasn’t sure. God, how much would she like to find out?

“Maybe what you should do,” Steve continued with his advice, “is that next time you, well… next time you’re in that situation yourself, you should make some mental notes of how things feel. Then you’ll be in a good position to describe them in your story.”

“I think I know what you mean.” Amy sounded vague, but that was because she had to drag her thoughts back to the conversation and away from the bulge Steve might be concealing.

“I mean like this.” Steve shuffled along the sofa, closer to her, and gently ran his fingertips along her thigh. “Tell me what that feels like?”

Amy felt the brush of his touch through the denim of her jeans and as he drew his fingers towards her knee the sensations ran in the opposite direction, up her thigh and into the bubbling cauldron of her aching pussy. She swallowed and tried to speak without betraying herself.

“It feels like a feather being dragged along my bare skin. It makes my skin come alive. Feels like a lover’s touch.” She smiled at him. “It’s kinda nice actually.”

“See?” Steve withdrew his hand but stayed close on the sofa. “That’s what you do. Just describe what you already know.”

“I see.” Amy leaned over a little. “And the same goes for what it feels like from the other side, how my fingers feel, and what they feel.” She reached out and ran her hand slowly and gently up Steve’s thigh, pressing a little harder than he did on her. “Like, how firm your… leg feels beneath the cloth.”

“That’s it.” Steve managed to get the words out, feeling firmer than he had in a long time. “Certainly looks like you’re getting the hang of it.”

Amy continued her hand’s journey much further up his thigh than he expected until, her fingertips were no more than a half-inch from his erection. She looked down and could easily see that the situation was having the same exciting effect on him as it was on her. The urge to just stretch out her touch a bit more and feel him was incredible, but somehow she managed to resist, looking up to see the mixture of relief and pain cross Steve’s face as she drew her fingers away.

Her hand remained on his knee though, making no attempt to break the contact that had been established.

Steve’s body suddenly felt like it was boiling over as the anticipation grew within him and he began to see the possibilities of the evening with Amy. He watched her chest move with each breath then looked up to see her eyes, still uncertain but definitely inviting.

“I’m still curious about translating those… more intimate, moments into a story,” she said meekly. “I mean, I don’t always remember those kinds of details when I’m… with someone.” This time she was able to avoid looking away.

“I think I know what you mean.” Steve allowed his arm to come around her and slowly started to move his hand over her back in large circular motions. “Do you think there’s anything I could help you with there?” He leaned forward, closing the gap between their faces.

“Maybe.” bahis siteleri She disguised another swallow. “How would do you think you could help?”

“Well,” Steve leaned over and pressed his lips softly to the base of her neck and worked his way up it with small kisses. “Maybe the first thing I should probably do is tell you how your lips taste.”

Amy nodded, but Steve was already on his way to bringing his lips to hers. Their first kiss was tiny but electric. He barely let their lips touch but immediately allowed his tongue to dart out and taste her. “You’re warm.” He smiled. “You taste wonderful, soft lips but very exciting.” He kissed her again, this time parting her lips and allowing their tongues to meet. She pulled him close and he felt the temperature rise everywhere.

Her hand found its way to the bulge in his pants before even she was expecting it. “You’re hard,” she breathed between kisses.

“Very,” he replied, cupping her face in his palm as he kissed her over and over. “You’re taking all of this in, right? For your story?”

“Yes.” She gasped as he brought his hand up to firmly cup her breast. As he moved his hand and pushed against her she felt her nipple harden inside her clothes. At the same time her hand was moving slowly along his straining erection and wondering at how powerful it felt, even in its restricted confines. “I’d like to take notes on how it feels to get naked with someone for the first time.”

Steve didn’t need a second invitation and he immediately started to pull at the buttons on her shirt. As it slipped from her shoulders he caressed her newly exposed skin, running his hands over her upper arms and around her cleavage. Her heart was reaching new speeds when he reached around and pulled apart the clip on her bra. Amy actually closed her eyes and concentrated hard on how it felt as the bra fell away in front of her and allowed her breasts to slide forward and into Steve’s hands.

Her nipples were hard and sensitive as he rolled them in the palms of his hands, through his fingers and then pulled on them with a teasing touch. “Oh,” Amy almost moaned, “I definitely have to remember how good that feels.”

As he continued to massage her nipples with one hand, his other started to gently work between her legs. She opened them willingly and his fingers pressed hard against the denim crotch that felt damp and was radiating heat. Amy couldn’t believe how wet she felt as Steve’s hand probed at her with a growing urgency. Her hands started moving again, pulling at his belt and easing the zipper down as far as it would go in their sitting positions. He shifted a little to help her, but the zipper was fully undone, so she thrust her fingers down the front of his pants to grasp as much as she could of his thick and hard cock.

“I’d forgotten how warm a cock feels,” Amy panted. “This is definitely helping me with my story. Stand up. I want to see you too.”

Steve pulled his hands away and stood up so she could kneel before him and pull away his jeans. He stood there for a few moments, mesmerized by the concentrated look in Amy’s eyes as she took in every inch of the throbbing cock that was right in front of her eyes. Without a word she reached out with both hands and gently started to explore him.

At first she touched him lightly all over with her hands working in tandem to cover the pulsing head of his vertical cock, the hard shaft and the soft balls that felt full of more than promise to her touch. When she took a slightly firmer grasp and stroked him a few times Steve’s body gave an involuntary shudder as waves of pleasure and relief flooded through him. Amy smiled at the reaction and held him tighter, squeezing around the rim of his cock, her thumb pressed under the tip. Then she licked lightly at him a few times before taking the head into her mouth and sucking on it hard, her hand still squeezing as she sucked.

Amy smiled as she recognized the familiar salty taste of pre-come as it oozed out from him. Still smiling, she loosened her grip on Steve’s cock and stood up, falling easily into a deep kiss with him. While she adjusted her grip on him, and resumed some light stroking, she unbuttoned and pulled his shirt away with her other hand.

The feeling of Amy’s hands working him, one stroking and one running all over his bare chest, was incredible for Steve. He reached down and found the waistband of her panties, almost as much to distract his own rising feelings as it was desperation to feel her. Pushing his fingers inside the sides of her remaining underwear, he started to ease them down, his whole body slipping to the floor as they eased down her long legs until they were low enough for Amy to step out of. Steve let one knee rest on the floor as he studied her newly exposed pussy.

She was neatly shaved all around her outer lips with a thin line of very sexy trimmed pubic hair reaching straight up from the top of her slit as far as it would go. Steve had seen girls trimmed like that in pictures before, but this was the first time he had been with a woman sexy enough to shave and trim herself that way. “Wow.” he whispered through a smile as he brought his hand up to run over her belly and down through the line of hair. “You look so beautiful. God, you’re sexy.”

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It was 16 months since my father had given my mother a gift certificate to Gold’s Gym, and two months since my father moved out, after she beat him to a pulp for taking a swing at her while he was drunk

Many 18 year old males might feel a little weird when their mothers develop muscles and strength to put their own to shame, but my mother’s new muscular body turns me on incredibly. Not only have her constant 3 hour a day workouts made her incredibly well built, but they have also made her super horny, and being the man of the house since my father is gone has allowed me to reap the rewards.

Although it’s quite unusual for a mother to be taller than her son, my mother stands 5’9″, to my 5’7″. I keep my 18 year body in good shape with running and wrestling, tipping the scales at 165, but my 48 year old mother has packed on 50 pounds of muscle since she started working out, and now tips the scale at 173 pounds.

I guess my obsession with my mother started long before I witnessed her thrashing my father, but I had never gotten a harder erection than I had when I saw her blacken his eyes and bloody his face as she threw him around the living room. Previous to that, my awe of her started one day after school when I was in my parents bathroom. I was taking a dump, and casually tipped over the hamper.

Laid out before me were my mother’s workout shorts, top, and sheer white panties. I don’t know what came over me, but I looked around the spacious bathroom as if I was being spied upon, then slowly lifted the soiled panties. I held them up and could see a slight yellowing at the crotch, and a weak brown streak at the back.

I felt like a jerk, but I slowly brought them to my nose a took a weak sniff, then threw them quickly back onto the pile on the floor. Only thirty seconds went by, then I bent over and grabbed bonus veren siteler them up once again. I drew them up to my face and could see the pubic hairs, and this time I held them firmly to my nose. The scent was intoxicating, and the more I tried to return them to the pile, the more I inhaled her aroma, and the harder my cock became. It soon became my standard ritual to go into her bathroom after school and jerk off while taking in her wonderful fragrance.

One night I was doing sit ups and pushups in the living room when my mother got home from the gym. She sat down on the couch dressed in her skimpy silk shorts and tank top, making it hard to concentrate, but I managed to crank out 50 more pushups.

“You’re getting quite a nice build on you. I’m impressed.”

I sat back to catch my breath with my hands locked around my knees. “Thanks Mom. I still don’t think I will ever catch up to you if you keep hitting the gym, but I’m getting there.”

“Well I had an incredible workout, and whenever I workout hard, it makes me horny as Hell.”

“Mom!”

“What? I’m just being honest.”

“You don’t tell you only child that you’re horny as Hell.”

“OK. I apologize. Maybe a cold shower will take the edge off my randy thoughts.”

“Um Hon…would it be too much to ask for you to just maybe…um wash my back? Even though your father is a lazy drunk, he was a warm body who could occasionally provide for some closeness and warmth.”

My heart went out to my Mom, so I agreed to wash her back, and we headed to the bathroom.

I became nervous as Hell as I watched her strip down and was unable to hide my raging hard on as I slipped off my shorts.

My mother looked at my full 9 ½” and her eyes got wide as a smile crossed her lips. “My my…Mommy’s little boy is bahis not so little anymore. I think you have your father beat by about 5 inches.

I shyly blushed, but my chest filled with pride, hearing that I was much more of a man than my father.

“I’m sorry Mom. I didn’t mean to get an erection.”

“Honey, please don’t apologize. The fact that you are turned on by your 48 year old Mommy is extremely flattering. Think I’ve still got it?” She moved into a double biceps pose while she stretched and flexed her legs to make her thigh muscles bulge and jump.

“Mom, you have the most incredible body I’ve ever seen, and no girl in my class can even come close to your sexiness.”

“You always know just the thing to say to make Mommy feel good. Well, let’s hit the shower and get all this sweat off our bodies.”

My mother was facing the shower head and my cock was resting at the tip of her ass as she washed her hair. Her biceps exploded as she ran her fingers through her hair, and I could not resist running my soapy hands over the rock hard mounds. The feel of them was incredible.

I lathered up my hands again and slowly began to move them over her broad back, getting lost in the feel of the hard bronzed flesh. I wondered if she would object to me moving lower, so I gently moved to the round hard globes of her ass and washed them thoroughly, paying special attention to the crack of her ass, causing her to moan with pleasure.

Before things could get out of hand, she washed off the lather and bent her beautiful body to turn off the water. We took our time drying each other off, then had a nice dinner and got ready to turn in. When she tentatively asked me if I would sleep with her, the thought of holding her muscular body sent me soaring, and I readily agreed.

Both of us just enjoyed deneme bonusu the human contact, and were becoming inseparable. After the gym, she would return from her workout, and we would go down in the basement to practice my wrestling moves….in the nude. Although I was undefeated in my school matches, I was unable to defeat my incredibly strong and fast mother.

After a particularly tough match; which she naturally won by a pin, we had our usual shower, then when it was time to turn in, she did something which she had never done before. Instead of just cuddling with me, she took a hold of my cock and gently began to squeeze, causing me to harden in no time.

I gasped and cried out “Oh, Mom That feels incredible, but we shouldn’t!!”

She slowly licked and bit at my earlobe as she continued to stroke me, and whispered, “Please don’t tell Mommy no.”

I had only been with one girl and it was pretty much a sexual disaster, with neither one of us knowing what to do, so it was an incredible feeling to be with a grown woman who was a sexual animal and knew how to guide me correctly into the art of making love.

Her strong body attacked me, nipping and biting at my aroused nipples, grasping my balls, blurring the line between pain and ecstasy, and when she flipped to her back and inserted me in her hot wet pussy, it was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced.

With her great strength she was able to lift my hips up and down, as I thrust my long hard tool into her beautiful tight opening. I was losing all control as I thrust faster and faster, and our bodies slammed together. Both of us were on the edge, and she took me over that edge as she inserted a long strong finger up my ass and matched my thrusts by butt fucking me. We yelled out in unison as we clutched and grabbed each other in the ultimate orgasm.

I held her head on my shoulder and heard her whisper, “Mommy did good?”

I held her closer and kissed her forehead and said “Mommy was incredible!” and we drifted off to sleep knowing that this was only the beginning.

The End

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This takes place after Wanda Maid Mad.

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Julie had been working nights staking out the home of a high-value bail skip. He finally got a chance to sleep in his own bed after getting the drop on the unsuspecting fugitive. Wanda was thrilled to have Julie home to snuggle with. She had been experiencing the very vivid dreams associated with pregnancy. Julie was good about making love in the morning when he got home from his stakeout shift but it was difficult for Wanda to wait some nights. She had been having some of the sexiest dreams lately. She would wake up aching to have sex to find Julie’s side of the bed empty.

Wanda was excited about the prospect of post-dream sex. Wanda didn’t know if it was the changes to her own body but she had been having really erotic dreams about women and women’s bodies. She was sure that Julie’s kink of her showing off in public had affected her. She was dreaming about her and her cousins in public situations. She was okay with that but the dream where she and her cousin were involved in degrading sex had really shaken her. The other night she dreamt that she and her cousins were lined up bent over the supermarket checkout counter guys were lining up to use them sexually while her high school principal worked the cash register. The customers ranged from Antonio Banderas and the guy from Hercules to her high school bullies. The dream would go from sexy to a nightmare depending on who was taking her at the time. The roller coaster of sex with the cast of Dawson’s Creek to getting taken from behind by a guy who used to snap your bra in school drove Wanda crazy. Wanda saw Julie standing in line waiting and watching as Wanda was pounded by the stoner kid from the convenience store. Wanda was concerned about what Julie would think and then he took his place behind her cousin Tanya.

Wanda woke up wanting sex in the worst way after that dream. Finding Julie gone meant that she had to take matters into her own hands literally. Wanda worried as the imagery she found most sexy was the stuff that disturbed her the most. Watching her husband cheating with her cousin. Or having her breasts roughly milked by ex-best friends as a crowded store watched. Wanda wasn’t able to tell anybody about the dream or how hard she had orgasmed from thinking about it.

Almost as if on cue Wanda had another of her sexy dreams the first night Julie was home. Wanda woke up hot and sweaty and slick and prepared to take care of herself when she realized the mass behind her was her still fairly new husband. Wanda excitedly rolled the sleeping lump onto his back. Julie’s eyes swung open as Wanda straddled him. Now that Wanda was twenty-some weeks along, her baby bump prominent enough that woman on top sex had become pretty standard.

Instead of trying to explain her need for sex Wanda just pulled her shirt off. she noted how fast Julie rose to full mast bahis siteleri at the sight of her bra covered tits. He was so reliable. Wanda felt Julie grasp the sides of her hips trying to get a hold of her panties to slide off. Wanda shook her head and pulled her panties to the side and took Julie inside her. Julie was shocked at how fast she took him with no foreplay or warm-up at all.

Wanda was grinding into Julie with abandon when she decided to tell Julie about her dream. Julie was curious but unsure where this was going. Wanda told him that If he didn’t think it was sexy he could just sit quietly and stare at her breasts. While unsnapping her bra. Julie couldn’t argue with that as he gazed at her huge pregnancy boobs.

“We were in the school gym.” she started.

“Who’s we?” Julie asked.

“Me, my cousins, you, your cousin Raphie, and Dillon and his crew.” Wanda answered.

“Okay.” Julie said.

“Raphie was groping Ashley and Britney through their shirts.” Wanda said.

“Were they liking getting felt up?” Julie asked his interest peaked.

“They seemed to but it made Dillon mad seeing his sister getting felt up by a Mexican.” Wanda responded.

Julie nodded his understanding as Wanda picked up the pace and pressure that she was grinding into him as she recounted the details of her dream.

“Raphie challenged them to a basketball game. If our team won You and Raphie got to fuck Ashley and Britney and if their team Won then they got to have their way with me.” Wanda said her neck rolling as she spoke the dirty words.

“Wow.” was all Julie could say.

“All of a sudden the gym bleachers were full of cheering spectators.” Wanda continued a Julie got harder as this sounded delightfully familiar.

“Dillon’s team were now wearing rubber presidents masks like in that movie you took me to.” Wanda said revealing a weird detail.

“How did you know it was still Dillon’s friends playing if they were wearing masks?” Julie asked curious.

“Well you could tell Dillon was Ronald Reagan because he was kind of chunky. His really tall friend whose ribs you broke in class was Lincoln, Britney was Nixon, Ashley was Clinton and Dillon’s friend that tried to touch my breast in class was Washington.” Wanda told him.

“The girls were playing?” Dillon asked.

“Yes a co-ed game, My cousins were on our team.” Wanda said.

Julie was shocked by how hard his wife was pressing into his pelvis. She was really into the story she was telling.

“We weren’t doing very well. You and Raphie were missing shots left and right.” She told him.

“Yeah, I kind of suck at basketball.” Julie admitted.

“Dillon started taunting me about finally getting my pink little pussy.” Wanda told her husband.

Julie felt a chill as he imagined the hated Dillion talking like that to his wife.

“I canlı bahis siteleri was getting desperate as they continued to score on us. I was horrified at the thought of Dillon on top of me. Somehow I thought he would kill our baby if I let him fuck me.” Wanda explained.

“You were pregnant in your dream?” Julie asked.

“I wasn’t but somehow I was, I don’t know it was a dream.” Wanda continued.

“What did you do about not wanting to lose?” Julie asked.

“I started exposing my cousins.” Wanda said to a shocked Julie.

“What?” Julie gasped in surprise as his dick throbbed inside Wanda.

“I started pulling their jerseys up to expose their tits.” Wanda said grinding Julie like never before.

“Why?’ Julie quizzed.

“To distract the other team.” Wanda said.

“What did your cousins do?” Julie asked clearly interested.

“They were furious, but I didn’t want to get fucked by those guys.”

“You would rather me fuck Britney and Ashley?” Julie asked teasing.

“I didn’t think it through but yeah I’d rather that than let those pigs get me with their dicks.” Wanda said.

Julie didn’t push it because Ashley had actually sucked him off one time when he was strapped to a chair.

“Did flashing your cousins work?” Julie asked.

“At first, but I had to keep upping the ante to keep the other team making mistakes.” she said.

“Upping the ante how?” Julie asked as she ground hard into his erection.

“Dillon’s friends started pulling my cousins’ shorts down and fingered them through their panties while the crowd watched and cheered.” Wanda said getting really turned on by the memory of her own being exposed to a crowd and felt up.

“Did your cousins’ distraction work?” Julie asked picturing the sisters in his head.

“Well then Britney and Ashley started cheating too.” Wanda continued.

“Cheating how?” Julie asked.

“Britney stripped off her uniform and was just in her tennis shoes and Nixon mask. Your cousin kept running around and sticking her in the ass with his dick.” Wanda said a little mad about Raphie’s actions in the dream.

“What about Ashley?” Julie asked.

“She started sucking you off. She was wearing the Clinton mask.” Wanda continued.

Julie winced a bit. He got the irony of getting sucked off by a girl in a Blow Job Billy Clinton mask but the thought wasn’t very sexy to him. He also was a little wary about the whole Ashley sucking him off in real life thing. They never discussed that but Julie figured it was a sore spot for his wife.

“So it was basically one on one with me and Dillon. All the rest of you were Wrapped up with the other players. Dillon was doing pretty good so I took of my jersey to distract him. The crowd was chanting for my tits.” Wanda said having a powerful pregnancy orgasm as she shared the dirty güvenilir bahis memory.

Jule didn’t let her off the hook and wanted more details, sensing that Wanda could go over a second time if she pushed on.

“Then what?” Julie asked as he pumped his wife from below.

“Dillon couldn’ help but grab my bare tits.” she said as a second climax built.

‘Yeah, I hear he likes to do that.” Julie cracked.

“The ref called foul and the whole game came down to my foul shot.” Wanda said.

“Wow, high pressure.” Julie said.

“Yeah, so I was lined up to take the shot.” Wanda said.

“Topless?” Julie asked making sure.

“Yes topless, I was about to shoot when Dillon came up behind me and yanked my shorts down.” Wanda said as her walls tightened around Julie’s erection.

“The crowd was cheering for my bare pussy, and my shot went wide.” Wanda recalled.

Julie was holding his breath waiting for his wife to continue the story.

“Dillon grabbed me under the arms and lifted me into the stands. I was passed around the crowd like it was a mosh pit. My shorts were pulled off my feet. My ass and tits were groped and I felt fingers slip into my pussy as I made my way around the stands. When I made it back to the court Dillon was naked exept for the Reagan mask.”

“What about the rest of the team?” Julie asked as he pumped away at his close to climaxing wife.

“The goons were holding you down on your knees.” Wanda said.

“Yeah only in dream land.” Julie quipped.

“Raphie was busy groping Ashley and Britney. My cousins were just watching in horror as the crowd carried me toward he naked Dillon and his evil Reagan mask.” Wanda continued.

“You’re such a Democrat.” Julie joked.

“My dad is the one always going on about Republicans fucking black people not me.” Wanda said.

“Well, it sounds like some of that rubbed off on you.” Julie said amused.

“The crowd had my legs spread apart as the carried me to Dillon’s erect schlong.” Wanda continued.

I remember feeling his little penis brush against my open pussy and slowly slide past my wet lips. I threw my head back so as not to see Reagan’s evil smirk as he slid all the way into me. I opened my mouth in shock and your cousin from out of nowhere appeared and shoved his horsecock into my mouth.” Wanda said as she exploded into a second orgasm.

“And then?” Julie asked as he felt his own climax building.

“And then I woke up.” Wanda said rolling off of her husband.

“Babe? You’re just going to leave me hanging?” Julie asked surprised.

“Julie, I think I just had a contraction.” Wanda said scared.

“It’s too early you’re not even thirty weeks in. I read pregnancy books while I am on stake out. Its just Braxtons contractions.” Julie said confidently.

“You read pregnancy books?” Wanda asked admiringly.

“Yeah.” Julie said proudly.

“You know about Braxton Hicks contractions?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah probably triggered by two massive orgasms some stud just gave you.” Julie joked proudly.

“What did your book say about my water just breaking?” Wanda said to her stunned husband.

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