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Sweet Mouth of Alice

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Sometimes I catch myself thinking that the anticipation of a blowjob performed by my eighteen-year-old daughter (in fact, she is not my own, but it just so happens that I call her daughter, and she calls me dad) excites me no less than the action itself. Her pink cheeks, rapid breathing, playful sparkle in her eyes – I’m already pulsating at such moments. Alisa’s innocent face makes my imagination imagine what it will look like in a few minutes – red, with a slobbery chin and disheveled hair. Fantasy mixes with memory and helpfully provides pictures in which the daughter’s chiseled neck begins to swell from a thick penis in the “upside-down” position, when Alisochka lies on her back, hanging her head down, and I attach myself to her in such a way that my balls slide against her. her nose. I look with delight at my daughter’s smiling face, which is about to give me fantastic pleasure, and I feel how sparkling bliss envelops my whole body.

Alice jumps up to me, stands on tiptoe and passionately whispers in my ear: “Dad, I’m shy.” And playfully pulls the plaid miniskirt over her butt. I put my hands on her bare tummy, move them higher and begin to knead my daughter’s tender breasts, inhaling her floral scents. And then I sharply move my right palm down, feel my panties – that’s right, they are already slightly damp. The girl licks her lips, but I’m in no hurry to put her on my knees right in the kitchen – I pick her up by the butt and carry her to the veranda. At the same time, Alisochka laughs and dangles her legs in the air. My penis cramps with a sweet spasm when I put Alice on the table in the middle of the veranda – right opposite the fence, behind which the neighbor, squinting from the bright morning sun, glances sideways at his phone, and then at us. Seeing what I’m going to do, he frowns with displeasure. Alexander Valentinovich was a professor at the university and never approved of our fun with his daughter. Now is no exception – a neighbor calls his young wife Lidochka, son Valera and daughter Nastenka, so that the whole family can demonstrate to us their disgust and horror.

Lidochka is a student of Alexander Valentinovich, she was barely eighteen. Valera and Nastya are children from our neighbor’s first marriage; he divorced their mother fifteen years ago. And now they are the same age as the new “mother”. The situation is complicated by the fact that both Valera and Nastya, although they have lived their entire adult lives calling Alexander Valentinovich “dad,” in fact have no blood connection not only with him, but also with each other – if Nastya was born to their mother several years before the marriage with a neighbor, then Valera generally went to my mother from her first husband’s first marriage to another woman. Thus, all four, although they call each other “brother, sister, dad, daughter,” in reality they are not such.

Lida appeared in the garden in a very revealing green bikini and immediately covered her mouth with her palm in feigned horror.

“Oh no!” – she exclaimed picturesquely.

“Lida, they are going to do this again! Yesterday our pervert neighbor fed his daughter sperm all day right in front of us and today he plans to continue this! I’m just beside myself with anger, is this really possible?!”

At this time, Valerka and Nastyushka came out onto the lawn – the girl was wearing only a T-shirt, and her “brother” was wearing shorts. Seeing me kneading my “daughter’s” breasts, they immediately looked at their father, saw the standard grimace of displeasure and began to pretend that they were also discouraged and frightened by our perversions, although their eyes beamed with joy every time they looked at Alice and me.

Every blowjob was a holiday for me, despite the fact that my daughter sucked me ten times a day, especially now, in the summer, when she didn’t have to go to school and do homework. The “upside-down” position was one of our favorites – we usually opened the day with it, only more often it happened in my daughter’s bedroom or in my office, but today – in the fresh air. In this position, it was easiest for Alisochka to take the penis as deep as possible, so that my wrinkled balls would splash against her small nose. The main thing is not to forget to loosen your grip a little at the end so that you cum not directly into the throat, but onto the tongue – this way your daughter kuşadası escort will be able to feel the taste of sperm.

I suggested that Alisochka take off her skirt and blouse, but she stopped my hands – apparently, the striptease was postponed for the second or third round. In any case, today she will have to both swallow sperm and take it on her face, body and clothes, after which, obviously, she will have to change clothes. Yesterday, for example, after lunch Alice found herself completely naked – to be precise, in only shoes and socks. But today, because of the heat, my daughter wore only flip-flops, which happily fell down when she was on the table.

“It’s horrible! For days on end they have sex right in front of everyone! Stop it already!” – Lidochka angrily shouted to us, clenched her fists and even jumped, taking on the role of an indignant neighbor. Her large breasts jumped up, forcing Nastya and Valera to stare at them. Remembering the children, who, however, were her age, Lidochka blushed and lay down on a sun lounger by the pool.

“Mom, dad! We are also deeply outraged! What should we do?” – Nastya asked, turning her gaze again to Alice and me. I leaned over and kissed my daughter right on the lips, which a minute later would squeeze sweetly and intensely around my meat club.

“We need to film a report and post it in the public of our village!” – the idea suddenly dawned on our Puritan neighbor.

“Another one?!” – slightly disrupting the game, his children asked in unison.

“Last time we sent it in the evening and it passed moderation only late at night. Too few people saw it! But we’ll send this one at night, which means that by noon tomorrow everyone in the village will know what scoundrels you are!” – Alexander Valentinovich shook his finger at us.

– Oh nave! – Alisochka mumbled and closed her knees so that the neighbors could not see her little white panties with a bow, as if her mouth was not at that very moment bursting with my tense, pulsating penis. The blatant dissonance between my daughter’s shyness below the waist and the debauchery in her sweet scarlet lips simply drove me crazy. I put my palms on her smooth thighs and squeezed them, simultaneously driving my dick deeper into the narrow wet throat of my tender girl. Alice vibrated her ligaments, giving me pulsating pleasure, her saliva flowed down her cheeks and dripped directly onto the floor of the veranda.

At the same time, my daughter tried to move her tongue, echoing my rhythmic movements. I gasped with joy, smacking my scrotum against Alice’s little nose. Her throat swelled excitedly every time the penis disappeared into her mouth almost to the base. Having accelerated, I felt myself trembling all over and, standing on tiptoes, carefully moved back, after which an impulse of bliss pierced me at the moment of the finish. With my mouth full, I watched in delight as my daughter puffed out her cheeks, turned over on her tummy and slid off the table, not releasing the sperm, but not swallowing it either. She looked slyly at her dumbfounded neighbors, stuck out her tongue, covered with nectar, and held out her palms, onto which a whitish lake fell. Giggling, Alisochka licked it off and then swallowed it, demonstrating to both me and the neighbors that there was nothing else in her mouth.

I hugged my daughter, kissed her first on the cheek, and then on the lips – my daughter responded and now we are passionately kissing in front of the neighbor’s family.

“This is necessary, they also kiss after this!” – the neighbor boomed. I looked away from my daughter for a second and glanced at him. Alexander Valentinovich covered himself as best he could with his phone, crossing his legs, his young wife, all red and with protruding nipples, diligently pretended to be looking in the other direction, and the children were already groping each other with all their might, going into the shadows.

“You better watch your kids!” – I exclaimed. The neighbor took a fleeting glance back and caught Nastya and Valera kissing.

“Oh, you! Traitors! Perverts! How is that possible!” – and Alexander Valentinovich, forgetting about his erection, began to run after his named son and daughter throughout the yard, swinging his penis in all directions, and they only managed to dodge. Alice and I chuckled looking kütahya escort at this performance. But the old neighbor got tired and lay down on a deck chair. The children froze dangerously in the distance, Lida looked from her husband to us and frowned, not knowing what to say.

After taking a rest, the neighbor suddenly had an idea.

“I know! As a child, I was caught with a cigarette and my father forced me to smoke a whole pack as an edification! Since then, I have been able to tolerate cigarettes, either regular or electronic. So we will do the same with you!”

“Oh no, dad, are you going to make us smoke cigarettes?!”

“Yes, what is it! Like cures like. You must be fed up, you must, so to speak, drink the cup over the top, so that you never return to this again!”

“What do you mean, Sash?” – Lida raised herself on her elbow worriedly.

“I mean, our children need to understand how dirty and disgusting what our neighbors are doing and what they touched each other just now is! And for this I will force them to have sex until they are completely exhausted, until they begin to turn away from the sight of each other!”

“What??! What kind of sex, Sasha? They are brother and sister, even if they are not siblings! Besides, they are only eighteen!”

“Oral, of course! The most disgusting and shameless of all types of sex! Just think, dick in mouth, what disgusting!” – and all four glanced sideways in our direction. Alice, as if mockingly, leaned over and licked my tense penis, aimed straight at the zenith.

“Dad, but we never, we still… How will I do this?” – Nastya blushed her cheeks and looked at mom and dad, and then at Valera. He looked away and pulled down his shorts.

“Very simple. Our neighbors have been giving lessons for days now, so to speak. You probably learned something from them.”

“Sashenka, how could they pick up something if it’s disgusting and terrible? I am sure that Nastya and Valera should not follow the example of these perverts. We should be an example for them!”

“What??! Lida, do you want to show them a blowjob on… on me, your husband?” – Alexander Valntinovich roared.

Lidochka nodded guiltily, and then said:

– We will do everything so that our children remain pure and innocent – you just quickly cum in my mouth and that’s it. I will not show the sperm to the children, but will swallow it quietly so as not to tease their baser instincts. And then Valera will do the same thing to Nastya three times and that’s it – and Nastya will eat for the rest of her life, and after the third finish Valera will hardly be able to get excited.

“Hmmm… Perhaps you’re right,” said the neighbor.

“Oh no, mom, will you… give dad a blow job, if that’s possible?!” Nastya exclaimed.

“For the sake of the proper upbringing of my children, I am ready to do this!” – answered the rosy Lida.

I laughed at this development of events, and Alisochka became quiet and even stopped smacking my dick while the neighbors behind the fence were deciding how to position themselves during the “blowjob lesson.” First, Lidochka knelt at her husband’s side, and the children sat at her feet. But it turned out that Lida was so uncomfortable, so they switched – Lida found herself between Alexander Valentinovich’s legs, and Valera and Nastya were on the left and right hands of the “father”. However, Lida complained that her knees were getting numb in this position, so Nastya quickly ran into the house and brought her mother a soft pillow.

“And you, friends, no matter how you sit down…” Alice grinned, taking my dick out of her mouth for a second. I gently stroked her hair, and then put my hand on the back of her head and persistently pushed her down. The penis was again in the sweet captivity of the daughter, she made a muffled gagging sound and now, tightly filled, twitches on the penis, letting tears run down her cheeks.

With my left hand I pressed the girl, and with my right hand I caressed her soft breasts, tender back and elastic butt. At moments of greatest tension, my daughter clenched her fists and knocked her feet on the floor of the veranda. The incredible narrowness of the hot girl’s throat gave me burning goosebumps, my head was foggy with joy, I barely had time to realize what our neighbors were doing there. And they finally started lara escort the “lesson”. Lidochka, all red with shame, carefully touched the tip of her tongue to her husband’s penis, causing him to involuntarily exclamation of admiration. Then the neighbor suddenly jerked his whole body, groaned and went limp. Lida jumped up, I took a closer look and noticed whitish streaks on her face. Alexander Valentinovich came from the first touch!

“Oh no, Mom, you have cum on your face, just like our neighbor’s perverted daughter!” – Nastya screamed.

“Hurry up and bring some napkins,” their stepfather hissed. Lidochka blushed and covered herself with her palm, not knowing what to do – after all, her husband initially set the condition that the children should not see the result of oral efforts, but everything happened so quickly… Almost without realizing what she was doing, Lidochka licked her lips and smacked her lips with Alexander Valentinovich’s sperm.

“Ho-ho… honey, what are you doing?” – he was taken aback.

Lida froze, not knowing what to say. Nastya was already hurrying to her with napkins, when suddenly Lida collected the sperm from her cheek with her finger and… sent it into her mouth. The scene was so exciting that Alisochka was already caressing my penis with just her fist, looking with tear-stained eyes at the frank actions of the neighbor’s family.

“Darling, I’m sorry it happened like this…” Lida muttered.

“So, immediately explain to the children that this is a terrible disgusting thing, spit it into a napkin!” – Alexander Valentinovich began to flash, continuing to flash his erect penis – he didn’t even think about falling off.

“Sash… I… I love you and your taste… In general, I like it,” Lida blushed like a tomato and lowered her pretty head. “This is not nasty at all.”

“Lidochka… Of course… After all, Nastya and Valerka are watching! Is it possible?! They are!!..” the neighbor gasped at the terrible prospects.

“Darling, they are brother and sister, although they are not related! I’m sure that Nastya won’t like her brother’s taste; they won’t be able to truly love each other!”

“Do you think that even after this, they should try it and… they will be disgusted for life?” – the neighbor beamed.

“Of course, Sash! It will be completely different for them! Besides, that’s what we initially agreed on, I had to swallow…”

Nastya and Valera looked at each other.

“Well then, I’ll…quickly…” the professor began to fuss. Alisochka and I watched with all our eyes as our neighbor’s penis, which had just finished, was gaining strength again. Lida, having not completely gotten rid of the sperm on her face, got down on her knees and Alexander Valentinovich swayed forward. Lida grabbed the penis, closed her lips and put her palms on the professor’s ass. Nastya and Valerka looked at this performance with all their eyes, as did Alice and me. But it didn’t last long – Alexander Valentinovich’s legs began to tremble and Lidochka had to tense her lips – the professor’s balls tucked upward, eloquently testifying to the filling of the young wife’s lovely mouth for the second time, now without loss.

Lida immediately began to swallow, choking and coughing convulsively. The professor affectionately patted her on the back of the head, and then squatted down and… kissed her right on the lips! This clearly helped Lidochka cope with the sperm – she smiled at the kids, demonstrating that she had nothing in her mouth. However, the professor immediately caught himself:

“Uh, Nastya, Valera, don’t do that, it’s only… only mom and dad can do that, Nastya will just swallow it from you and that’s it, okay? No kissing!” and he shook his finger at his eighteen-year-old named son and daughter.

Nastya nodded and just like that, without preludes, knelt in front of her brother. No one had time to gasp when Valera’s long, hooked, but thick penis poked into her mouth. And then the girl, closing her eyes, began to absorb the penis, moving her lips. At the same time, she also hummed sweetly, and Valerka moaned to the beat. Nastyushka suddenly opened her eyes and looked at us. She seemed to smile with only her eyes. By tilting her pretty head, she made her brother’s dick stick out her cheek, and he, don’t be a fool, began to move, stretching his sister’s cheek even more. Nastya’s drool ran down her chin, her wet penis squelched and squealed, and I had a pleasant feeling in my stomach. I looked at Alice and my daughter and I began to sweetly kiss and knead each other, while behind the fence Nastya took her brother’s sperm into herself, portion after portion…

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Confessions of a Motherfucker Ch. 08

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Interlude

“Well, Marilouise,” I thought, smiling, “your boobs droop but they’re still pretty good and,” and I shivered as I let the thought progress, “that tattoo Valerie drew would really be beautiful.”

My conversation with myself went like that as I stood, transfixed, my tit out, the picture covering it, and a sudden rush in my belly building.

I thought of the things he had said and I felt, I truly FELT, the way my body responded, the way my sex responded, the sudden desire between my legs, something I hadn’t felt in months, maybe years.

And I realized, suddenly, with a frightening clarity, that I wanted it. I wanted it ALL. I wanted all of those things he said he would do. I WANTED the pain and the humiliation.

This fucking disease might be taking me, and I couldn’t do anything about that. But I damn sure COULD fight.

And surrender, a complete surrender, giving myself to my son as his toy, his plaything, yes, his goddam slave, was the one way I could fight.

I giggled and wiped my lip where I had started drooling a little in my new decision and the excitement it brought.

I turned and kissed him, a sloppy kiss but it felt right somehow, and said, “Unless you want to watch your mother pee and poop, go on down and start some coffee.”

I gave him a little push and turned to sit and deep in my mind I kind of hoped he’d stay and watch. Breaking the taboo of a lifetime, dating back to when your mother says “ewwwww” as she changes your diaper, would be fun.

But he didn’t.

He left and I took care of business.

Interlude Finis

She giggled, reached over, picked up my cellphone, never more than an arm’s reach from me, and handed it to me.

“Call her,” she said, “Please.”

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“God yes,” she said, “Those tattoos would make even my floppers pretty.”

I laughed and said, “You have great tits.”

“If you like them floppy,” she said, lifting the T-shirt and then lifting her boobs and letting them fall.

Okay, they did flop.

“Are you sure?” I asked again.

“Please,” she said, batting her eyes, making me laugh.

I made the call.

“Which one did you like?” Valerie asked after I identified myself.

“Care to guess?” I asked.

“You want the whole life cycle, don’t you?” she said.

“Yep,” I said.

She giggled and said, “Well, she has the boobs for it.”

“Hang on,” she said.

“Okay,” she said, “That is extensive work in a very sensitive area so I’m going to schedule you in four settings, is that okay?”

“You’re the expert,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, “How are your Wednesdays?”

I laughed and said, “You give me the dates and times and we’ll be there.”

So she rattled off four dates, starting the following Wednesday, all at 9:30 a.m.

Mom held out her hand. She was smiling and it was tremor-free.

“I look forward to going to work for the first time in years,” she said. Then she kissed me before sipping her coffee, leaning back with a contented sigh, and watching the news on TV.

“I can’t remember,” she said, her eyes on the TV, not meeting mine, “the last time I could drink coffee with this hand and not spill any. Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome,” I said, smiling, and getting up.

I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, and put on jeans and a T-shirt, this one advertising Margaritaville, grabbed my little Google Chromebook, and headed downstairs.

Mom was still on the couch, looking at the hand that held the coffee cup, her eyes dreamy and unfocused.

I kissed her quickly, danced away before she could grab me, and said, “Gotta go. Test today in Earth Science and that isn’t my best class.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I should make an appearance at the nursing home too.”

I had two classes, a history class, Western Civilization 101, and that damn Earth Science class. Western Civ was interesting as we worked through the Fertile Crescent and then into Egypt, Greece, and, of course, Rome.

For some reason, Earth Science was kicking my ass though. It was the way it jumped around. One week we’d talk about Geology and the discussion of sedimentary, igneous, or basaltic rocks drove me silly. How the fuck do you keep that shit straight. Then there’d be a week of meteorology and cirrus or cumulus or nimbus clouds. A week on hydrodynamics and how hydraulic pumps work. A week on electromagnetism and ohms, volts and amps and God knows what. But I figured I was ready. This was hydrology and the water cycle week, water to vapor to clouds to rain to water, and I was confident I understood that.

During a break in the Student Union, Beth, one of the girls in my Western Civ class, sat down with me and flirted shamelessly.

The thing is, last week I would have been all over her. She was blonde and cute and wonderfully plump and bouncy. But today I steered the conversation back to Rome and the declining years.

She seemed disappointed and, left. I watched her big ass leave with just a twinge of regret, but not too much.

I got through class küçükçekmece escort and the test (I later found out I did get an “A”) and headed home.

Mom wasn’t there so I went into the basement and started planning her, well, our future.

The monster inside me danced a jig as I looked at the ceiling of the basement, mentally working out where joists were and where I could put pulleys to lift and stretch and torment. I let it run, my dick getting hard, as I sketched in my mind where I could hook up a small electric winch and how the cables would run to do what I had in mind.

“You’re a bit over the top now, you know?” I thought, tracing possible lines of force and imagining how they would work on her body.

I smiled and could almost hear her muffled scream, barely audible around the tennis ball I would stuff into her mouth, as I suspended her by her tits or stretched her legs into full splits as I worked the winch attached to the cuffs on her ankles.

“You’re going to torture her?” I asked myself, standing in the basement, imagining it as a damp dungeon, and surprising myself to hear that I had said that aloud.

“Yes,” I said, the single word echoing in the big open room making it real somehow.

I looked up. The basement was unfinished, and floor joists showed clearly. I imagined stuffing the areas between joists with insulation, soundproofing the room.

“You want to hear her scream, don’t you?” I asked myself, comfortable with saying it aloud now.

“Yes,” I said, smiling, doing a slow turn, picturing the various devices in my mind, “I want to hear her scream until her voice is stripped away.”

The monster in my head capered his delight.

I took a deep breath, pushed the monster down, and went back upstairs to make a sandwich and study. The sandwich was good, Mom always keeps a good selection of lunch meats. The study was bad. I couldn’t concentrate so told Google to go “incognito” and started searching for “modern dungeon equipment.”

And Jesus Christ, there was a whole industry devoted to such stuff.

As I learned the language, the nomenclature, and refined my search I was fascinated. You could get practically anything you could imagine, but you had to be prepared to pay the big bucks for it.

For example, I found a reference to the Spanish Donkey. If you don’t know what that is, well, picture an oversized sawhorse standing about four feet high. The central bar connecting the two pairs of legs has been shaped into a triangle with a sharp point at the top. The victim, the torturee?, is lowered onto it and weights are attached to her, or his I suppose, ankles.

Looking at the damn thing on the computer screen made me sort of squirm, and I did a Google search for “BDSM Spanish Donkey for sale.” Sure enough, you could get one, but prices started at $495. Being reasonably handy, I gave it a little thought, got on the Lowe’s website, and realized I could make one, and make it better at that, for under a hundred bucks.

I looked at things I hadn’t known existed. Hell, things I hadn’t imagined.

And my dick stayed hard.

For some reason, and I suspect it was just that monster in my head whispering his suggestions, it was the items devoted to the face that had me so hard I had to masturbate before I could concentrate. I sat, staring, at the image of a pretty woman’s face with mascara streaks running down her cheeks and a pair of nose hooks stretching the nares, the nostrils up. The tears running down her cheeks made it clear it hurt.

I stared, a paper towel in one hand and my erection in the other as I jacked off, catching my ejaculate in the towel and then tossing it into the trash.

Relieved, and able to concentrate again, I continued my research. I wound up Googling “face porn” and spent the next half hour watching as women had nose hooks stretch their nares, ball gags stretch their jaws, leather masks cover their faces, bridles and bits give handlers control, and damn near had to jack off again when a video of a woman about Mom’s age had a round device forced into her mouth and within two minutes drool was running down her chin and soaking the T-shirt she wore.

The thinking part of me pushed the monster down.

Yeah, I know, I was rationalizing like crazy. But I had, I think, the legitimate thought that something like the “Scold’s Cap” I saw, a ring that would hold a woman’s (or a man’s I suppose and when I had that thought I realized I would try it) mouth open with a small disc attached that would hold her (or his) tongue pressed down to the bottom of her (or his) mouth. The video marketing it showed a pretty woman with her jaws forced wide, the strap tightened behind her head, and she was drooling in less than a minute.

I bought it. Well, I ordered it, using Mom’s credit card. It seemed overpriced at $39.95, but, rationalizing like crazy again, I persuaded myself that such a slow, lingering, humiliation might accomplish the same therapy as the strap or whip.

“Yeah, küçükyalı escort yeah,” I said aloud to myself, “maybe. But mostly you want to see her drooling onto her shirt. Be honest.”

That was my only direct purchase that day, but I also started a list of stuff, a “Bill of Materials” for those of you who understand how to build things, I would need to convert the basement into the dungeon I now knew was in our future.

I had one more bit of research before I could study. I started with “BDSM clubs in,” well, never mind what city. I was surprised to find a dozen listed. But then I tried “BDSM theme restaurants.” There were only two. Both did have web pages. The one, called Dungeon Planet looked like, well, a dungeon. I didn’t really think we were ready for that. The second, though, called Home Discipline looked like, well, a high-end restaurant except that the wait staff was dressed very skimpily in black, mostly leather, with plenty of tattoos and piercings on display. The patrons looked, well, “normal,” whatever that means.

I smiled and made a reservation for two.

All of that had satisfied my need (my compulsion?) to plan my mother’s degradation, so I could study again. I was working my way through a problem in the market implications of a new tax when I heard the door open.

I stayed where I was, deliberately making her come to me while I pretended to ignore her.

I felt her hands on my shoulders and then her kiss on the top of my head.

“It’s after five,” she said, her lips close enough to my ear that I felt the words as soft zephyrs of warm breath, “and I have something to show you.”

“Wellllllllll,” I said, chuckling.

“Please,” she whispered, following the word with her tongue tracing the shell of my ear.

“Well,” I said again, reaching up to close the laptop and standing.

“If you’re going to beg,” I said, smiling.

She dropped to her knees with that strange gracefulness she showed sometimes and took my hands in hers. She kissed both palms and said, her voice soft and husky, “Please.”

I grinned and said, “Oh, okay. Whatcha got.”

She got to her feet, that gymnast she had once been on display in the smooth movement, took my hand, and without another word, led me to the bedroom.

In the bedroom she turned to me, still silent, and started tugging my T-shirt up.

I figured this was her show, so I just allowed her to do what she wanted to do. I lifted my arms to help her peel the shirt off of me.

I realized, as she started on the button of my cut-off jeans, that her hand still was not trembling. She had no problem with the button or the zipper.

She pushed the cut-offs, along with my shorts, down and I stepped out of them.

She was still silent as she helped me onto the bed.

It was my turn to watch as she unbuttoned the shirt she wore, her fingers obeying her commands, and then unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks, pushing them down and standing, posing, in just her bra and panties.

I smiled, whistled, and said, “Take it off, Baby, show Davey the goodies.”

She smiled, a happy smile, and did that double-jointed thing women seem to learn with that first training bra, to reach behind her and unhook her bra. She held it to her, her arms pressed against her sides, smiling and snapping her hips side to side in a passable Bump and Grind before moving her arms and allowing the bra to fall.

I whistled again and said, “Nice tits, now show it all.”

She giggled, shimmied getting those big boobs sort of flopping back and forth, and pushed her panties down.

She crawled onto the bed with me and showed me her hand, held still with no trembling at all.

“I have wanted to do this since that first time,” she said, reaching down and cupping my balls, “but I was afraid I’d hurt you.”

She squeezed, very gently, and whispered, “Thank you for returning my control.”

She began stroking me, slowly, gently, smiling at me as she did it.

“I’ve wanted to do this since you took me but didn’t know if my control would hold,” she said and kissed me, the slow stroking continuing.

“Your control feels pretty secure,” I said, struggling for my own control.

“Shhhh,” she whispered, moving her hand to cup my balls, gently separating them and squeezing just enough that I could feel the pressure.

I laid back then, letting her have her fun. Well, my fun too.

I don’t know how long we remained like that. Long enough that I was getting hungry. My masturbation earlier gave me stamina, and she was reveling in the control she had over her hand. She played with me for a while, bringing me along, and then rolled onto her back and began masturbating, smiling at me as her fingers played so delicately.

I watched and kissed her gently, smiling, saying “You’re welcome” each time she said, “Thank you.”

Her orgasm was breathtaking.

She hissed, a long, drawn-out “Sssssssssssssssssssssss” sound, did a half-sit up, and came like a fountain. I used my kültür escort hand to support her while her fingers stayed busy and she came in waves until she was sitting in a puddle of her thick, white grool.

“You are so beautiful,” I said as she finally wore out, panting and straining for one more orgasm.

She lay back, smiling.

“Thank you,” she said, “Come on, I’ll finish you.”

“Nuh-un,” I said, laughing, “I’m taking you out and showing you off tonight.”

Her eyes got big.

“Showing me off?” she asked, a bit of a tremble in her voice but also a lot of brightness in her eyes.

“Yes,” I said, “showing you off. Now come on,” I offered her my hand, “let’s shower.”

She giggled and followed me to the bathroom. I got the shower running, and when the water was hot led her into it. We showered together, taking turns doing the face-hair-body sequence.

When she reached for the little can of shaving gel she kept in the shower I slapped her hand.

She looked at me, eyes wide.

“I’m throwing away your razor,” I said.

“DAVID!” she said, her eyes big.

I grinned.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I said.

“I’m yours,” she said without hesitation.

“Okay, then,” I said.

“But, Baby,” she said, giggling but serious too, “I’m a very hairy girl. God, I’ll look like a gorilla.”

I grinned, my best boyish grin, and said, “And I’ll show you off proudly.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, but seemed to accept.

We finished the shower, dried, and headed into the bedroom. She smiled as I had her sit at her little makeup desk. I always enjoyed doing her makeup, even before we had started into this new phase of our lives, and I flatter myself that I’m pretty good at it.

I started with her hair. I used fingers and the blow dryer first, working most of the wetness out, and then worked with the brush. I like her with big hair. Not, you know, Dolly Parton big, but fluffy and, well, feminine. She smiled, her eyes closed most of the time, enjoying the attention.

For her face, I worked a base and then blush in, just a hint of a darker color dry brushed to highlight her cheeks. I used a black eyeliner and added little points at the outside corners of her eyelids and then a bright blue eyeshadow much heavier than I usually applied it. I wanted her to look a little gaudy but not like a streetwalker. I did her brows very black with the brow tint, making a sharp contrast to the grey streaking her hair. The finishing touch was scarlet lipstick, the reddest she had although I made a note to myself to see if I could find something even redder.

“God,” she said, staring in the mirror, “I look like a whore.”

“You look beautiful,” I reassured her.

“Well,” she said, giggling, “I guess at least I look like an expensive whore.”

“Would you like that?” I asked, nuzzling her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of fresh makeup.

“Like what?” she asked, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

“Like me to rent you out? Make you a whore?” I asked.

She shuddered, her eyes going big.

“Oh my,” I said, softly, my lips touching her ear, “You would, wouldn’t you.”

“David, I…” she started but I cut her off, the image strong in my mind now.

“Watching me take the money and then handing you over to a man you’ve never seen before,” I went on.

Her breath caught and her eyes got big, holding mine in the mirror.

“Knowing,” I went on, my voice very low now, almost subliminal, my lips brushing her ear, “that I have told him there are no limits. That he can do anything he wants to you.”

As I watched her lips parted slightly, thin threads of saliva connecting them, and she ran her tongue around them, moistening them, and smiling at me.

“No limits?” she breathed.

“Anything he wants to do to you,” I whispered.

The monster in my head giggled, wanting to watch my mother be degraded like that.

“But tonight,” I said, my voice bright, breaking the spell, “it’s just dinner and showing you off. So let’s get you dressed, Sluterella.”

She took in a deep breath and let it out in a slow hiss through pursed lips.

“How do you know me so well?” she asked, her smile wan but real.

I grinned and kissed her. “Hey,” I said, “You ARE my mother and we’ve been together all of my life. I should have picked up some things.”

She looked down at the floor and then up at me, meeting my eyes through the corner of hers.

“You enjoy whipsawing me like this, don’t you?” she asked.

“I enjoy it very much,” I said and took her hand, holding it up, demonstrating how steady it was.

I kissed her palm and then each fingertip.

“And I think the therapy is good for you,” I added.

She smiled, looked at her hand, and then ran it slowly, very gently, down my cheek.

“Okay, Doctor,” she said, “What’s next?”

I smiled and took her hand.

“Now we deck you out,” I said.

In the bedroom, her eyes got big when she saw what I had laid out for her to wear.

I grinned.

“I told you I was going to show you off,” I said, handing her the bikini panties.

Her fingers trembled a little as she took the panties. Not the uncontrolled tremor of earlier, just a little nervous shakiness.

I watched, staring actually, wanting her to know how closely I was watching her, as she did that little marching-in-place thing she does when she pulls her panties up.

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I wake up in so much pain that I think I’m dying. My head might literally be splitting apart, right down the middle. A low groan of pain fills the room and it takes me several seconds before I realize the dying pig making the noise is actually me. Everything hurts, from my toes to my head, though the head obviously hurts the worst. Even my eyeballs ache. Fuck.

Ok, so this is the hangover. Think. How to fix? Everything I’ve heard or seen in movies over the years indicates I need to hydrate. Water. Electrolytes. Silence and darkness. Sports drink maybe? Hard to even think when my skull is doing its best impression of a butt and cracking.

I slide away from Alex, earning a discontented but still sleepy grunt from her as I pull away from her arms. She curls up into a little ball and rolls away from me to face the wall. I get a good look at her cute butt before a blanket covers her, never going to complain about that. Though I suppose it doesn’t really help my current situation other than make me feel slightly better about life in general. I gently pat Alex’s hip and fully climb out of bed. I’m woozy, dizzy, and weak on my feet. That plus the pain in my head makes me feel like I’m about to throw up.

I stumble down the hall, thankful that the lights are off except the dim night lights that allow me to not walk into any walls. One hand on the wall helps steady me as I make my way to the bathroom and dry heave at the toilet for a few minutes. Nothing comes out, but my body has made its point; I’m never drinking again. Being drunk was fun, the day after is significantly less so. Then I use the toilet for its intended purpose, and that feels a little better.

Water. Sports drink of some kind. Fucking anything to make it stop. I keep my eyes as slits, even in the dim night lights, as I head down the stairs to the kitchen. Light is the enemy. Almost as much as stairs and walking and being awake and alive is the enemy. I have a lot of enemies this morning, but unfortunately it feels like the biggest enemy is myself for drinking. Maybe Kayla for making me drink. She’s not here though, so I default to blaming myself. That’s healthy, right?

I stumble into the kitchen to find that Julie is the sweetest, most wonderful human being on the fucking planet. Sitting on the kitchen island are five little sets of hangover cures. A bottle of blue Gatorade (objectively the best flavor and I’m glad Julie sees the light), a package of cheesy peanut butter crackers, and a little bottle of Ibuprofen. How is she both gorgeous and nice?

Kayla and Tyler will have to fend for themselves, but I’m clearly the first person up, and I can at least provide for myself, Alex, and Lauren. I sit at the island and pound four ibuprofen, my whole package of crackers, and half the bottle of Gatorade in a couple of minutes. It helps a little. Not a ton, but enough that I can open my eyes without hating the concept of eyes. After a few more minutes of sitting and resting and slowly drinking Gatorade, I decide it’s time to move on with my life and face the metaphorical music.

I collect the bottles of delicious, life-giving sports drinks, the crackers, and one bottle of headache reducer up in my arms like a child at a candy store. I’ve never wanted pockets more than right now, but I can manage. Sure, lifting things and using my hands and arms or moving in any way is painful. But I’m a man, dammit, and I have to provide for the beautiful women that depend on me. Also I think they would both stab me if I didn’t bring them this stuff. Lauren definitely would, her little dagger fingers would turn my sides into Caesar.

Going upstairs is easier, less risk of my legs giving out and falling forward to my doom. Plus my general vibe is in a better place after my snack. It’s still slow going, but safer and less painful, though I know most of my day is going to be spent in some manner of pain. Stupid Kayla. Stupid drinking. Stupid peer pressure.

Thinking of Kayla reminds me of her bouncing in my lap last night, her perfect ass engulfing my cock like it barely existed. I’ve never really thought about it, just fleeting considerations here and there, but Kayla is one of the only women I’ve ever wanted to actually fuck in the ass. Her butt is just insane. So obviously the correct way to show her my appreciation is to put my dick in her butt. That sounds right.

I have to pause at the top of the stairs and drink a little bit more of my Gatorade before continuing to my room. I’m already feeling a little bit better than when I woke up, but I’m not going to push my luck and start running around screaming to the high heavens and dancing. Even moving at anything faster than an amble is probably too much for my fragile body to take. The alcohol mixed with the workout yesterday has my weakling form begging to lie back down and wait for death to take me. Maybe that’s what I should do. Just cuddle my girlfriend, let the aches come and go, and hope I can fall back asleep.

I slip back kovancılar escort into my dark room and cross to the nightstand. Alex is still curled up, still sleeping, still far too cute for me. She’s adorable beyond belief and I can’t understand what she possibly sees in me. Especially after such a short time. I decide it’s best not to wake her, so I leave her drink, some pills, and the crackers on the nightstand for her when she wakes up and finds herself in the same position I was in not long ago.

Then it’s back out the door for me. And just a few steps down to my sister’s room. Her door is closed, but not locked. I don’t think I’ve encountered a locked door in this house yet, and Lauren’s being locked would be a shock to me. I slowly push it open and find her sleeping with her blanket only covering her lower half. I pause in the doorway and just look at her for a moment. She’s beautiful in a way entirely unlike the way Alex is beautiful. More cute than hot, but in a way that makes me unable to really look away from her. Maybe it’s just the connection I have with her, something that transcends the normal way humans interact. It’s impossible to describe to someone else who hasn’t felt it, but it’s not explicitly a thing for twins. It’s a connection that you can have with anyone as long as you spend nearly every waking minute with them for the entirety of your life. I know Lauren as well as I know myself, and can often anticipate what she’s going to do. That has… diminished… since we’ve been here. Maybe the sexual energy between us is clouding my judgment, or maybe she’s acting slightly differently now that things are changing so quickly and so drastically.

Either way, I love her. Now more than ever, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. Enjoying each other sexually, even though those moments have been fleeting and occasionally run through with guilt, has brought us closer together. I know her better, know her wants and her needs better, and want to be around her more and in more terrifyingly filthy ways.

Before I know it, I set our drinks, her crackers, and the rest of the pills on the nightstand and I crawl into bed with her. She’s done it enough to me the last few days, time for me to return the favor. Our morning chat might be more dumb grunts and whispers today if she’s as hungover as I am, but I still feel an inescapable urge to be close to my twin. Especially after spending all day with Alex yesterday and barely any with my sister.

I lift her blanket and slip under it, scooting forward until I can feel her legs against mine, and my hand can rest in her hair. She keeps her room a few degrees cooler than mine, and the blanket is almost necessary in here, though the temperature does have the delightful side effect of making her cute nipples stand up on end, especially when she’s uncovered like this.

“Mmmmmm,” she groans, rolling onto her side to face me, “you took my job.”

“Did I?” I whisper back.

“I come into your room, not the other way around.”

“I decided to switch it up,” I reply with a smile. Her eyes are still closed but I bet she can sense the smile, I know I’d be able to sense one of hers.

“Fair,” she grumbles, and slides a little closer to me. Our legs intertwine, a tangled mess of limbs, and she scrunches her face before slowly opening her eyes. “Everything hurts,” she whispers.

“Yeah, hangover,” I explain helpfully.

“I don’t like it,” she whines, “make it stop.”

“I’m not exactly in charge here,” I say, reaching out to caress her cheek. “I brought some stuff that may help, but it won’t immediately fix your problems.”

Her eyes pop open and glares at me in the near darkness. “Lead with that next time,” she growls.

“On your nightstand.”

She scowls at me and climbs over me to reach the nightstand with a sudden burst of energy I’ve never seen from her this early in the morning. I imagine, though it’s impossible to truly say, that her headache isn’t quite as painful as mine. Alex made sure she drank some water last night, but she also did drink more than me. Who knows. All I can focus on is the feel of her body sliding against mine as she climbs over me. She sits at the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, as she greedily downs some pills and chugs a bunch of Gatorade. I roll over onto my side to watch her, running a hand slowly up and down the soft skin of her back as she breaks into the crackers, washing them down with more Gatorade.

There’s thin, red lines across her back from where her sheets bunched up under her body as she slept. I trace my fingers along them, inching along from one side of her to the other. She shivers under my touch and reaches back to gently swat at me.

“Tickles,” she mumbles through a mouthful of crackers.

“Well deal with it, I like touching you. Besides, I brought you crackers and Gatorade.”

“Hmmmm,” she leans back a little, pressing against my hand. I take this as a clear kozlu escort sign that it’s ok to keep doing what I’m doing. So I do. Gently rubbing my sister’s naked back while she scarfs down her little hangover cure. I always enjoyed the feel of my sister near me. We held hands often and would basically cuddle on the couch watching movies. It’s just gotten more intensely sexual since we got here. Significantly so. A casual, non-sexual touch is comforting, and reminds me of simpler times, even if she is naked while I do it. If I can’t see her tits, does it really count?

As if to prove me wrong, or at least make me question things more aggressively, Lauren turns back towards me after devouring the last of her crackers and crawls back under the covers with me. I only get a fleeting glance of her little boobs shaking as she slides up next to me, and then her body is gone, and only her head is above the covers.

The room is still quite dark, with only a bit of light spilling in from the hallway’s night lights, but I feel I can see her as clearly as if we’re standing outside at noon. She’s my twin, I know every contour of her face and every smile she’s ever had. I can feel her smiling at me now from less than a foot away, even if her face is mostly shrouded in shadow.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi,” I respond. We lay there for a long moment without saying anything before the statement burning inside of me forces its way out. “You sucked my dick last night.”

“Yeah,” she giggles, “I… I was so fucking horny, and a little drunk, ok a lot drunk, and Alex was sending me to heaven. And I saw you pull out of Kayla and I couldn’t help myself. I just… knew what I had to do.”

“It was amazing,” I say softly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, truly like… amazing. Shattered my mind.” I can sense her blushing at that. I don’t know if that compliment deserves a blush, but I guess it was her first ever blowjob, and I called it amazing. So I suppose it has some sort of emotional weight for her.

“Thanks,” she whispers. Her arms reach out and she pulls me close, pressing her forehead against my bare chest. “I just wanted to make you feel good. And obviously try it out for the first time.” She’s mumbling into my chest now, but we’re close enough that I can still hear her clearly. The vibrations of her words gently echo through my body as she talks. “It wasn’t… bad. It was just a lot. I liked the noises you made, and I liked the feel of your cock in my mouth. It was a lot of cum though.”

I run one hand through her hair, my other arm draping over her back and slowly rubbing that. I can’t touch anywhere particularly interesting–no boobs or butt within easy reach–but just feeling her skin against mine is good enough for me. “It wasn’t too much?”

“No,” she says quickly, almost like she was expecting that question. Maybe she was, it feels like a normal follow-up question to my sister sucking my dick. “No, it was… it was just right. I mean, maybe I was pushed along by the alcohol and your girlfriend’s tongue in my pussy,” Now it’s my turn to blush, “but when I was blowing you all I could think about was how stupid I was to have waited this long to make you feel this good.”

“Don’t say that,” I say, “you have been making me feel good. And even if you weren’t, it’s not like it’s your job or anything. You’re my twin, just being around you tends to make me feel good.”

“That’s cute but stupid,” she giggles into my chest.

“Why?”

“Because I have never felt so fucking alive as when you ate me out yesterday. I mean, Kayla was better at it–“

“Ouch,” I interrupt.

“Oh stop it, you’re new to the whole thing, she’s got years of practice. Let me finish.”

“Ok, sorry.”

“Anyway,” she continues, looking up at me for a moment to give me a gentle smile, “Kayla was better at it, but doing it with you, having your tongue in me, having you being the one making me cum was… I dunno. Perfect? It felt like I had just discovered my purpose on Earth. It isn’t to be an actress or raise a family or anything, it’s to have my twin brother tongue fuck me until my brain melts.”

“Wow.” I want to say more, but my brain is struggling to keep up with how intense of a set of emotions that is.

“Just wow?”

“I mean, I don’t think any words that I can say that would express my feelings right now.”

“Well, did you like eating me out?”

“Yes,” I say, rubbing her back gently, “and I loved having you suck me, and I love laying next to you and talking and I love that you’re my sister and I love that I can tell you anything and share everything with you.”

“I think…” She looks up into my eyes, “I think that’s what excites me most about all this. Cumming with you is good. But we’ve always shared everything our whole lives. It feels right to be sharing all of this with you as well.”

“No one else I’d rather share it with,” I say quickly.

“Not even Alex?”

I shake my kozluk escort head, “Are you jealous of her?”

Lauren doesn’t respond for a long time, long enough that I think she might have fallen back asleep and left me here with my thoughts and feelings. That would be ok, I suppose. I need the rest, and I can already feel my body begging me to join her in sleep. My head isn’t pounding quite as hard, but my body still wants to not be awake anymore. I close my eyes, slide my head forward, and pull her head under my chin, tucking her close.

“Yeah,” she whispers into my chest, accompanying the word with a squeeze of her arms around me. “I mean, no. I mean, yes and no.” She sighs softly and kisses my chest. “It’s nothing new. We’ve talked about it, we can’t be together or whatever. I just wish I didn’t feel anything more than sexual attraction. But… I do. And I hate that.” I kiss the top of her head as she kisses my chest again. “And we can’t date or anything, but you can date her.”

“I know. I know,” I whisper. “But that doesn’t make me love you any less.”

“I know,” she responds. And then everything is quiet again for a while. It’s just the sound of our breathing as we both sit in the moment and try to deal with the feelings that have been plaguing us since we arrived and first saw each other naked. Or maybe we’ve been battling these feelings longer than that, and it was just the sexuality of this place that brought them from deep within us to be one of the centerpieces of our new lives. “New Lives.” Ha. We’ve been here five days and I’ve fucked three women and fooled around with more, including my sister. But, I suppose, I am planning on being here for four years. I’m five days into four years. Fuck.

“I love you, Joe,” Lauren whispers.

I lift her face up to look at me and see the tears in her eyes. I know a good way to make those go away. Our lips meet and the world fades away. “Love you too, Lauren,” I whisper.

She grins. “You fuckin’ better,” she says, pressing her head against my chest again.

“Always.”

I rub her back, she rubs mine, and the silence stretches. It isn’t uncomfortable. Discomfort doesn’t exist between us, not in any meaningful capacity. Instead we hold each other, breathe, and slowly drift back off to sleep.

In my dream I am laying on top of a giant cinnamon roll, getting covered in frosting. I’m trapped on this cinnamon roll, unable to escape, slowly drowning. And then I’m rescued by my sister and Alex coming over and licking the frosting off of my naked body to free me. Their tongues slide over my skin, and I can’t do anything but watch their faces as they taste the frosting off of me. They start with my hands and my legs but soon enough they’re licking at my chest, and then they’re on my cock. Both of them licking at it ravenously. Alex’s tongue sliding up the left side of my dick, and Lauren’s sliding up the right. They clean my cock of frosting and then keep going. Tongues lap at my shaft and the head, they clean my balls and tease my tip. I ache for release, but it doesn’t come.

I wake up painfully hard, my cock straining for release. Straining against something, but I don’t wear underwear anymore to contain my morning erections. Instead, my dick is straining against my sister’s ass. Sometime while we were asleep, she rolled over and is now firmly pressing her butt back against my groin. My cock is nestled delightfully between her ass cheeks, at least the lower half of my shaft is. I pull her closer, smushing our bodies together, and hold her waist tight. I’m not quite at the point that I’m going to hump my sister, not again. I was too embarrassed after she woke up last time when we were in the theater.

Lauren stirs slowly and shifts back against me, then pauses. She shifts again, pressing her ass against my cock, and I let out a quiet grunt of pleasure. The game is seemingly now afoot. Game, perhaps, is not the right word for it, because neither of us is “playing.” Instead, we begin a slow, calculated dance of arousal and teasing, both of us seeing what can taunt the other the best. A game of chicken, but using only our genitals and the knowledge that we are both attracted to the other, and very weak willed. Lauren slowly rubs up and down along my shaft, her movements deliberate. I slide between her thick ass cheeks happily, and slowly we both come fully awake. Her little sighs and my quiet grunts mix as faint morning light spills through the curtains over our bodies. It highlights, literally, the smooth perfection of my sister’s body, and how perfectly we fit together.

She presses her back against my chest, now moving her hips only a little to shift against my cock and continue our sexy game. Her hand reaches up over her head, gripping the back of my neck, and she turns her head as she pulls me forward. I know what she wants, and I lean in to give her the kiss she craves. Our tongues dance around each other, writhing around in time with our needy grinding. There’s a brief moment where I remember that I have a beautiful girlfriend asleep in my bed, or at least I assume she’s still there, I have no idea how long I’ve been in Lauren’s room. But the thought vanishes into the aether when Lauren moans quietly into my mouth and I’m brought back to reality. To the moment.

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My drive home felt so long. I could feel every single bump in the road as the growing pressure in my pelvis kept me on edge. I’m eight months pregnant with my first child, so I’m constantly wondering what is normal and what is cause for concern.

Despite my condition, I have only had sex once. I have never been very social and I went on one date with someone that I met at work. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the best experience. It ended in a one night stand that left me pregnant and alone. Well, not completely alone. I live with my mom. I know it’s weird that I’m 34 and still live with my mom, but I have always been kind of sheltered and awkward. It’s easier this way. My mom raised me as a single mom, so she’s pretty much all I’ve ever known.

My mom is a massage therapist. Once I reached home, I immediately asked her if she thought pressure in my pelvis was normal in pregnancy. She told me that it could be, especially with my huge bump and the fact that I’m still working on my feet all day at my job as a housekeeper at a hotel. She told me to get changed and come to her massage table she has in her workspace downstairs.

I decided I needed to shower first to get the day off me. I lathered up my pregnant body in the comfort of the steam. My breasts feel so heavy and my nipples are huge. I feel like i have sandbags resting on my huge basketball of a belly. My pussy lips have gotten so swollen with pregnancy also. That brings me to my clit… It used to be tucked neatly underneath my pussy lips. Now it protrudes out from between them. It’s weird because now it gets hard sometimes. Especially when I feel this pressure in my lower abdomen that I need to have checked out by my mom.

I get out of the shower and wrap up in a towel. I decide there’s no point in getting dressed, as mom will probably tell me to get undressed at least down to my panties anyway for my massage. I opt not to put any panties on though. My mom sees me naked all the time, and I see her naked. It’s not weird for us because it’s always been just us girls.

I head down the steps in my towel and find my mom waiting for me in her workspace. The room smells of her relaxing essential oil blend, and she tells me to remove my towel and lay down.

She then notices that I have no panties on. “Sia, if you want to cover your vagina with your towel, you can. I will probably need to remove it to work on your lower abdomen though. That’s where the pressure is, right?”

I respond, “Yeah, mom. I’ll leave it off. It’s nice and warm in here anyway so I’m comfortable without konya escort it.”

She smiles softly at me. I lay down on the table on my back. Before I was pregnant and in the early months, I would usually start the massage on my stomach. But my bump is so big and uncomfortable, that it’s impossible these days. Mom then pumps some oil on her hands to get started.

She starts rubbing my hands and arms. It feels so good. My job creates a lot of tension in my hands and arms from all the scrubbing. She works up to my shoulders and neck. The oil gives her so much slip that there is no friction at all. It’s so smooth and relaxing. She gives my temples a few quick cirlcles before moving to my chest. The pressure she applies to my chest is light and perfect for that area.

Mom moves her hands down to my breasts. It feels good to have them rubbed with how heavy they are. My nipples are standing straight up at this point. As mom kneads my aching breasts, I feel the pressure in my lower abdomen intensify.

“Whoa, mom. I can feel that in the spot where the pressure is. It feels so good where you’re rubbing, but that pressure down below is getting uncomfortable.”

She replies, “Oh really? Hmm, baby… That makes me wonder… Well I guess let me work your legs before I check out your belly and pelvis. Just in case there’s anymore sensitive spots.”

I nod in response. Mom massages my feet and up my calves. It hurts so good, to be honest. These spots are also so sore from my work. Mom then moves up to my outer thighs. No sensitive spots yet.

Mom pushes her palms outward against my inner thighs. I feel that pulling sensation of pressure in my lower abdomen. I take a deep breath in sharply.

“Am I hurting you, baby?”

“No, mom. I can feel that in my lower belly but not as intense as when you were rubbing my boobs.”

“Hmm…” is all she says in reply.

Mom moves her hands to my lower abdomen, basically almost to my vulva with how my body is shaped at this point in my pregnancy. She applies light pressure. The tugging sensation deepens. I bite my lip to try to keep from having a noticeable reaction. Mom puts more oil on her hands to keep things moving.

Without an objection from me, mom moves her hand my mound. Everything down there is so puffy. It feels amazing as she works light pressure to my aching mound. That sensation again intensifies and I’m no longer able to hide my panting. I can feel my hard clit moving in and out from under its hood as she makes circles with her fingers on konyaaltı escort my mound.

“Mom, something isn’t right here. This feels good, but that pressure is building. I don’t know what will happen when it comes to a head. I feel like I’m going to explode down there.”

“Shhhh, baby. I’ve got you. This pressure needs to be released. Let me give you relief. Mom knows just what to do.”

I groan as she continues to pick up speed with the circles on my mound.

What happens next is something I never expected. Mom grabs my clit with her thumb and pointer finger and starts rubbing up and down. Almost like she’s milking me like a cow. And speaking of milk, I feel the trickle of liquid roll down my breasts. I look down and see that I’m leaking milk!

I gasp at the sight of this.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s perfectly normal. Be a good girl and hold still.”

I struggle to obey as I have never felt a feeling so intense as my mom jerking my clit while I leak milk. With each tug I feel closer and closer to the edge.

Mom then does the unthinkable and sinks two fingers facing upward into my pussy. I feel lightheaded at this point. She presses them to the front wall of my vagina. The spongy texture of it gives way to her strong hands. She has been a massage therapist for 30 years. She has the perfect hands for this job.

The pressure is so intense that I feel like I could pass out. I feel a third finger enter my aching pussy. The heel of the hand that is milking my clit is putting pressure on my mound and pelvis, so I can feel her hands on the same spot inside and outside of me. I have never felt anything like my mom’s hands working my pussy. This is ecstasy and torture all rolled into one.

I barely notice as mom pushes her fouth finger and thumb up to her knuckles inside me due to the intense pressure but also pleasure I have already been feeling. But I do notice that after she massages my insides for a minute or so that she pushes her fist into me.

My heart drops inside me because I never thought that would be able to fit. I feel so full yet so blissful. She twists and pumps inside me with her fist.

Out of fear of embarrassment, I tell mom “I feel like I might pee on you. This feels so good, but I think you have to stop.”

She shushes me sharply.

She keeps milking my erect clit. It’s got to be an inch and a half long right now. The hood slides back and forth with each movement of her hands. I can’t hide my moans as my mom pleasures my pregnant body.

Mom korfez escort repositions from the side of me where she was jerking my clit and fisting me to where she is looking straight at my pussy. She never stops working her fist into my needy pussy.

She places her full lips onto my clit softly at first. My breath quickens and I’m looking down at her as her eyes meet mine. I could have sworn she smiled a little before latching onto my clit and sucking me off like my clit was a nipple.

She stares straight into my eyes as she uses the strongest suction possible on my clit. She bobs her head just so slightly on my clit. At this point, I’m certain that I’m going to pee on my mom’s face accidentally. I try to squirm away from her to avoid this, but she locks her arm around my thigh and sucks harder.

She twists and pumps her fist even faster inside me. Suddenly I feel this amazing release. My abdomen tights around my bump. I feel a huge gush of fluid from my pussy. I can’t even feel the pang of embarrassment due to the ecstasy of the release I’m feeling.

Mom leaves her fist in me as she lightens up suction on my clit. I start to come down from my high I’m feeling as she kisses my clit gently. I inhale sharply because it’s so sensitive that these gentle kisses almost feel painful. She keeps moving her fist, but much more slowly now. I feel the last few lurches of my release as my pussy clamps on my mom’s fist.

“Do you feel better baby?”

I struggle to catch my breath, but I manage to get a few words out. “I feel so much better, mom. I’m so sorry for peeing on you. I don’t know what just happened but that pressure is gone now.”

She responds, “You didn’t pee, baby. You squirted. You haven’t done that before?”

“No, I have never felt anything remotely like this before.”

“Not even when this happened?” She says as she motions toward my bump.

“No way. That was not a pleasant experience. This was amazing.”

“Oh, my baby. I have failed you by not teaching you about sex and pleasure. I’m so sorry. Things could have turned out so much better for you.”

I feel puzzled as I say, “What do you mean? I don’t think anything could be better than what just happened.”

Mom smiles back at me and kisses my thigh. We look down and realize her fist is still in me. She goes to pull out, but I stop her.

“Maybe if you don’t have anything planned, you could leave it in and we can talk for a bit while I recover from the release you gave me and we could do it just once more? I never want to give that feeling up.”

Mom looks up into my eyes and replies, “For my baby, I have nothing but time and love.”

The rest of my pregnancy has been much more relaxed and enjoyable since mom has helped me get my release. I am feeling more whole as a woman and mom and I are closer than ever.

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If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And If it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first. – Mark Twain

Felicia – July 14th: Before dawn

I’m going to do this. Felicia was up before sunrise, too filled with anxiety and giddiness to go back to sleep. She had to follow through on her best friend’s bet. Just go to the kitchen. No way will he be up yet. She spurred herself to go get a morning snack from the pantry. She liked to eat something a couple of hours before she hit the treadmill, and perhaps it would be a little low-risk exposure to calm her racing heart. Don’t think I can run without the sports bra. She’d have to walk for longer than she’d like to get her exercise in.

Why did I tell Bethany I liked to be naked? Felicia tutted to herself as she slid on her tennis shoes. The air conditioning made the floor a little cold for her feet. If I hadn’t, she wouldn’t have bet me a thousand dollars, and I couldn’t have done this on National Nude Day. Her best friend would appear later to check up on her. And there wouldn’t be naked sunbathing with a friend. The money would make it easier to subsist on her scholarship. Bethany wouldn’t miss the thousand; it would be like losing pocket change in the couch cushions for her. She tied her ponytail up with a bow to match her running shoes.

Her biggest obstacle would be Grant being home. Hopefully, he’ll end up at Tyler’s playing video games like he does most weekends. I can hide in my room until then, right? Felicia had let Bethany put up cameras around the house on the condition that they weren’t on the internet. Bethany had to have some way to check that Felicia had adhered to her part of the bet. She couldn’t cover up once the clock struck midnight, or she would forfeit the win.

“Alright! Pop-Tarts!” Felicia cheered aloud before her revving heart caused her to blush as she pulled the last foil packet from the pantry. She was being too loud, but Grant hadn’t eaten everything yet. He was on a scholarship to play linebacker at a major college and claimed that his nutrition only took a break when he was at home. It meant that he devoured anything slightly junky that she’d hidden from her family. Felicia leaned over the countertop and scrolled through social media while munching on the sweet maple and brown sugar treat. She looked up and gave the apparent camera in the front room a wave. “Hi, Bethers!”

Felicia couldn’t help parading around her house and visiting places where she couldn’t typically indulge in her nudity. She was careful not to make too much noise as she put on her headphones to see the video her friends had posted from Mexico last night. They looked like they were having a lot of fun. She smiled, wishing to be on a beach with them or her parents instead of worrying about her summer job. She didn’t want to fret about working while in school, but wanted to have enough spending money to get through the year.

When she turned around to grab something to wash down her breakfast treat from the fridge, Grant was standing slack-jawed in the entry from the front door. He was staring at her in his sweat-soaked pair of shorts.

Since Bethany bet Felicia that she couldn’t do this, she’d been thinking of this moment, equally fantasizing and fearing what would happen if Grant didn’t follow his routine. Nothing would stop her from winning those thousand dollars, not even her stepbrother being home.

“What are you doing?” Grant asked with a bewildered look in his brown eyes. The boy was in incredible shape, and the sweat highlighting his muscles made Felicia think indecent things about him. His dark, warm skin was inviting.

“It’s National Nude Day.” Felicia shrugged as she took out her headphones and went back to fetch a morning cold brew from the fridge, though she doubted she needed a kick of caffeine now to wake up.

Grant – July 14th – Earlier in the morning

The alarm was too intense for a Sunday morning as it roused Grant from sleep. “Eat the frog.” He said with a yawn. It was a mantra to do the one thing he hated most but needed to accomplish in the day before anything else. Grant shook his head and shuffled over to find his running shorts before his better senses could argue against it. He would have to grab a pair of clean boxer briefs from his dresser, but the shorts were reusable before washing.

The longer he waited to do cardio, the hotter it would be. “Had to get a football scholarship, didn’t you?” He groaned at his naked reflection in the mirror. Even his typical morning wood knew better than to stay up, drooping even before he went down the hall to relieve his bladder. Grant would be a starter as a junior and needed to ensure that a highly recruited freshman didn’t take his spot.

Grant had to return to college the next week, but he would enjoy his one-week vacation after eating the proverbial frog. Most of his family was gone for the week. His mom and stepdad kocaeli escort had taken his half-brother and half-sister on vacation to Hawaii. That left the spacious house to Grant and his twin sister Felicia. They were twins because they shared the same birthday, only a year apart. Having distinct sets of parents also didn’t prevent the nickname for the pair. Felicia was a petite strawberry blonde with killer blue eyes, while he had a much darker complexion and stood an entire foot taller than her.

His mother was black, and his father was a tall basketball player on a scholarship from the Philippines. Grant resulted from a late college accident at a fraternity party after the team made the tournament. A broken condom and missed birth control produced Grant without a genuine relationship developing between the pair. His father wasn’t completely absent, but only made it to the States from Manilla twice a year. He had his own family back home, but didn’t hide Grant’s existence from them. The man had done his best to ensure he took care of his fiscal role in Grant’s upbringing, even if he couldn’t be present as often as he’d like.

Felicia and her father had been in Grant’s life for as long as he could remember. His mother had married the jovial redhead Scotsman when Grant turned three. They met as the only single parents taking their kids to the same daycare. A romance developed after they started exchanging babysitting time so the pair could go to job interviews or exams. Grant was thankful that the man he called dad hadn’t taken Felicia back home to Scotland after her mother died, as he had been a fantastic role model and loving dad. Felicia wasn’t bad either now that she’d grown out of her bratty years.

Felicia’s mother didn’t survive her daughter’s birth. She had a fatal heart attack a few minutes after Felicia cried for the first time. Felicia was scared that the issue was genetic, but every checkup she’d been to had come back healthy. Thinking that she had a timer counting down on her life, Felicia had been a bit of a wild child before she got to college. Bethany, her best friend, seemed to curtail her tendencies. Oddly, the daring woman seemed to restrain his stepsister, but maybe she was better at hiding the crazy.

The house was dead silent as Grant crept out the front door wearing only a pair of silvery shorts that reflected the headlights of passing cars. His chestnut, Blasian skin could blend into the darkness too well. It was early enough that the sun would just be peaking over the horizon by the time he finished his 10k route. Grant hadn’t done the best job of keeping up with a training regimen the previous summer and faded toward the end of games at the start of the last football season. He intended to push himself harder to avoid that.

The early morning air was soupy as he ran, causing sweat to pour. Grant had to slow his pace slightly to keep his heart rate in the perfect band as he ran through a local park. A podcast buzzed in his ears to distract him from his least favorite daily task. Eat the Frog. Grant reminded himself when his body yelled at him to stop running. Mark Twain may have coined the phrase, but his coach referred to another productivity book from much more recently.

When Grant had finished his long run, he was surprised to see that his 10k pace was only thirty seconds off his typical, despite the stifling humidity. Walking down the wooded path, Grant stretched his legs to keep limber after the run. In his experience, stretching after a run was more important than before to stave off aches, strains, and cramps.

Must have left the light on when I left. Grant shook his head when he saw the glow from the front room bleeding through the closed curtains as he walked around the col-de-sac to cool down. There was no way that his sister would be awake already, not on a day off. She often had to work until past closed to get the store cleaned up.

Grant still needed to head to the unfinished part of the basement to lift weights before he could shower. He would’ve liked to wait until he had a spotter so he could bench press, but that wouldn’t be possible today. He needed to shower within a few hours of running, or oak mites would speckle his skin with enormous, itchy welts. Dumbbells would have to do, as he wouldn’t risk an accident like what had happened to a teammate.

He eased the front door open, lifting the handle slightly to avoid scraping against the tile. I really should fix that. Grant thought as he tried to keep from waking his stepsister. Across the room, though, Felicia was very much awake and not wearing a scrap of clothing unless he counted the ribbon in her hair or hunter-orange running shoes. The orange fabric bow, which kept her hair in a ponytail, perfectly matched her shoes. This was deliberate, not accidental, nudity.

She’s got her headphones in. Sneak by and head to your room. A logical portion of his brain screamed, but Grant couldn’t. kocasinan escort She entranced him.

Felicia was petite with a cheerleading sculpted figure. Even if college stopped her cheering, Bethany, her best friend, undoubtedly made her stick to an effective workout routine. Her stomach was flat, and her body held nary a tan line. Does she sunbathe naked? Grant crept closer as he watched her dance over to the refrigerator. Would have to be at Bethany’s pool. Someone is always home here.

A pair of magnificently shaped and sized breasts were more massive than Grant had pictured. Tiny, light pink nipples bounced along with every step. The areolae were barely more extensive than the small but thick nubs. His stepsister was in unbelievable shape. Don’t do it. The logical portion of his brain tried to reassert itself before his eyes fell to her pussy. It looked cleanly shaved, incredibly smooth, and tightly closed. Only the smallest of lines spoke of her being a real woman instead of a Barbie missing her outfit.

Like it or not, Felicia had already made more than one appearance in naughty dreams. His imagination, shaped by personal experience and the unreal excellence of air-brushed naked women, couldn’t conceive of a figure this perfect. Grant wandered closer as if pulled into the orbit of his stunning stepsister. Her unreal, light blue eyes suddenly met his. Say something! Don’t just be a creeper.

“What are you doing?” His heart thundered more than it had on the run.

“It’s National Nude Day.” Felicia shrugged and grabbed the giant mason jar filled with homemade cold-brewed coffee. “Want some?” Her eyebrows waggled as if more than the coffee was on offer.

“Not until I finish eating the frog.”

“I keep telling you, that sounds like some kind of dirty sex act.” Felicia giggled as she poured.

“Nope, just doing the hardest thing I have planned in the day first, so it’s all downhill from there. Are you going to be celebrating all day?”

“Yup. Bethany bet me I couldn’t spend the day naked.” Felicia leaned down to put the cold brew back, and Grant’s eyes took a keepsake image of her butt and pussy sneaking out below.

“Should have known she’d be involved. Going to be hard since Tyler’s coming over later.”

“He is?” Brief panic crossed Felicia’s face. “Oh well, a little embarrassment is worth a thousand. Besides, I don’t think Tyler seeing me will be any more embarrassing.”

“Wow, quite the bet. How will you come up with the cash if you lose?”

“Simple, I won’t.”

“Never bet what you can’t afford to lose.” Grant winced as the cliché left his lips.

“I enjoy being naked, so it seemed easy,” Felicia said with confidence, but blushed brightly afterward. “You’ve already seen me, so the one thing I feared is out of the way.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you.”

“Maybe we can finally get him and Bethany to hook up.”

“Really? You think Bethany would go for it?”

“He’s cute, and I hear through the grapevine that he has an enormous cock.” Felicia jumped on the countertop and crossed her legs.

“I don’t have a habit of hanging out naked with my friends, so I wouldn’t know. Tyler would have a heart attack.” Grant walked around the breakfast bar and leaned against it so Felicia wouldn’t see his cock getting hard.

Felicia – That same time

Her heart was pounding in her chest as Felicia tried to stay calm. Getting caught by Grant was a real risk she’d accepted to complete her bet. It wasn’t only getting caught that had her heart going, though. The tall, stoutly built man across from her had forced her to cross her legs while she sat, hoping that he couldn’t see her arousal. Her nipples were unmistakably stiff even in the warm kitchen, but maybe he hadn’t made a note of that yet.

Grant was a foot taller than her, with a long, toned torso. He must have gotten most of his height from his father, as Felicia’s stepmom was only an inch taller than Felicia. His dark, curly hair was cut with a close fade, and Grant had to go to the barbershop once a week to keep it in perfect order. He hadn’t been encouraged to do that until he got to college. The hairdo looked much better than the frizzy, frazzled look he used to use.

Felicia was almost sure that he’d been staring at her pussy as she stooped to put the cold brew back in the fridge. Did I do that on purpose? She liked his intense brown eyes taking her in, but he was enough of a gentleman not to make the glances obvious. There has to be a reason he hid behind the counter.

This is wrong. She pleaded with her surgent libido that wanted nothing more than him to slip off his shorts and plunge into her. It had been months since she’d gotten laid, and he was handsome. I wonder what his cock looks like. A fantasy took shape in her mind.

“Suppose I should warn you I let Bethany put up cameras to check on me. She promised me it was image only, though.”

“Cameras?” kolej escort Grant looked around for anything noticeable.

“Also, they’re not connected to the net. She’ll have to check them manually.” Felicia pointed toward the obvious one she’d spotted earlier. “Or at least on the guest network, so she has to be here to see the video.”

Grant pulled out his phone and fiddled with something for a moment. “Can confirm. I see four devices I don’t recognize on the guest network, but they can’t get out to the wider internet. They can only talk to each other.”

“Nerd!” Felicia teased. “See, you can trust Bethers.”

“Oh, I believe she has the best of intentions, but she’s a business major, and I don’t need your naked walks to end up on the internet accidentally. When’s she coming over? Probably should make sure Tyler’s here so we can get them hooked up.”

“Brunch, she said. But hopefully, she wants to hang out at the pool for a while.” Felicia pointed out the back door. Their house’s placement at the end of the col-de-sac meant the property abutted a dense strip of forestry. Coupled with a brick-appearing cement fence, it made their pool private, especially on the weekends.

“You’re going to hang out by the pool wearing that?” Grant shook his head.

“I do it all the time at Bethany’s, but she has family visiting.” Felicia pointed down her body to prove her point about the lack of tan lines. “Plus, driving over wearing my outfit might be illegal.”

Bethany’s privacy was because of the immense property her family’s mansion was built on. Her father was a highly successful corporate lawyer, and her mother was a renowned surgeon. Unlike other well-to-do families in the area, Bethany had gone to public schools, where she met and befriended Felicia. The family was self-made and believed that their children needed a similar experience. Despite the wish for some normalcy for their children, they showered Bethany and her sister with a large allowance. Bethers sometimes used that money to make ill-advised bets.

“Huh, better make sure Tyler gets here early then. He wasn’t planning on hanging out until later.”

“See if he’ll show up at noon or so. I’ll bet I can get Bethers to join in on nudity by then.”

“You’re kind of devious, sis,” Grant laughed as he pulled one of his large water bottles out of the fridge. He drank at least a couple of them a day.

“Aren’t I?”

“Well, I leave you to whatever this is. I need to finish eating the frog.” Grant whirled around and moved toward the staircase, closed off by what looked like a pantry.

“What’s the second part? I thought you only had to eat one frog a day.”

“Some days, it’s frogs all the way down.” Grant chuckled. “I’ve never read the book that coach talks about, but the Mark Twain quote says if you have to eat two, do the biggest first. So, cardio before weights. The same could apply to studying or writing essays.”

“Huh, would you mind if I used the treadmill? I can’t run, but that means I need to take a long walk.” Felicia wanted to spend more time with Grant.

“Suit yourself. Why can’t you run?” Grant held open the door and motioned for her to go first.

“You wouldn’t understand. You don’t have breasts.” Felicia stopped by the fridge and put her glass of cold brew in to keep it cool. She was glad she’d yet to drink any. Her stomach would get unsettled if she worked out too soon after drinking coffee. Walking won’t mess with my stomach after eating, right?

“I have pecs.” To highlight that, Grant flexed to show off.

“They don’t bounce like this.” What possessed her to hop on her feet and demonstrate wasn’t logical and caused Felicia to blush. Grant’s eyes followed the motion, though.

“Point taken.” Grant chuckled.

“What routine are you on today?”

“Chest, arms, and core.”

“Your nutrition plan seems to work.”

“Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.”

“You can thank Bethany for this. That girl’s yoga routine made most of it. That and trying to keep up with her stupid long legs running. I have to make fifty percent more steps than her.”

“You’re short.”

“Fun-sized! I’m fun-sized.”

The family gym was mainly the work of Grant and Felicia’s father. The treadmill and spin bike were cast-offs from Bethany, whose family only kept equipment for a year until the first time it acted up. Grant had to replace some wiring on the treadmill and the head unit on the bike when they got them, but they were far higher grade than anything they would have bought on their own. Grant slowly assembled the free weights from his allowance throughout high school and purchased them with summer jobs. He was especially proud of the bench press and squat rack he’d found at an estate sale for the right price.

The fitness room was nestled in the unfinished half of the basement, comprising two framed-in rooms that could be made into a second suite, like the primary one their parents had on the top floor of the two-story house. It was long and narrow with exposed concrete and studs, but Grant installed a rubberized floor by hand last summer, and her father hung a TV off the studs to provide distraction during cardio. Felicia streamed a home improvement show that wouldn’t bother her stepbrother.

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Hi reader, this chapter is non-sexual and focuses on the change in sibling relations.

“So how much is it?”

“Please don’t yell Ravi.”

“I won’t Radhika, just tell me, how much is it??

“35”

“Thousand?”

“Yes”

“How in hell, did you accumulate so much of debt?”

“I borrowed only 20k, but she is charging crazy interest.”

“But isn’t she your friend?”

“She was. I don’t know.” and then she burst into tears.

Ravi had no option but to console her and let the issue subside for a moment. He held her tight in his embrace and in a brotherly way slowly caressed her hair, trying to get her to calm down. It was 2am at night when he had walked in on my sister sobbing in her undergarments. Her room was opposite his and while returning from their common washroom after his midnight peeing schedule, he heard Radhika crying.

Once she stopped crying, he asked, “Can’t we give her something else?”

“There is one thing. She wanted me to choose that option, but this is my fault, and I will have to own it and not let anyone else pay for it.”

“I am the elder one so let me decide what we should do.”

“It’s either me or you.”

“So that’s it?”

She didn’t say anything this time but just nodded. Ravi was still quite relaxed as he knew that it was a girl who was not family or close was going to see him naked.

“It’s better na, I would anytime prefer sharing my nudes over you.”

“But it is my fault, and I can’t let you pay for it.”

“It’s okay. Next time I break something in the house, you take the blame, simple!”

Radhika couldn’t understand how her brother could be so chilled out over such a thing? It was as if she was fretting over a petty thing.

“So, is it final then? I share my pics and your debt gets repaid?”

“How can you be so normal with it? I am devastated and I haven’t slept for over a month for this….”

As it turns out, her friend had asked Radhika to share her brother’s nudes at first place. Radhika spent an entire week thinking of how she could manage this. And then after lots of begging, her friend gave her an option that she could either share her pics or her brother’s. Radhika’s blackmailer was going to use Radhika’s nudes to settle her other debts which meant that more people were going to have access to her pics and there was a good chance of her pics going public or maybe viral.

“See, we treat these issues or body’s privacy in a different way than most girls do. For us, being topless is many times normal and if someone was to watch us naked, we would at least want it to be a girl who is not family and maybe”, Ravi took a pause to find words, “getting appreciated of our looks would be a very good thing.”

This was all basic common sense but maybe she was too tensed up to think any of this on her own. Radhika was overwhelmed by her brother’s support and went in for another long hug.

The next day, Radhika heard some noise and instantly knew that when a trimmer is used in their bathroom for more than 3 minutes then his brother is using it for places other than his mouth. As mentioned earlier, Radhika and Ravi shared a common bathroom. This was Ravi’s, one of those monthly routines which would often choke up their bathroom drain and bring a big confidence to her brother’s face. To know that he was doing it all for her made it less weird all of sudden. Earlier, she used to feel disgusted to think about the activity being carried out with that trimmer but now she felt quite normal as if thinking about it wasn’t bad. After a good hour, Ravi came out topless with just a towel tied around his waist and directly entered her room.

“So, you are all clear on the terms of this settlement?”

“Yes”

“Faceless shots, 5 pics settlement it is?”

“Yes”

“And she doesn’t know whose pics is she receiving….”

“I kept the entire conversation gender neutral and vague.”

“So, I think I should use your phone to click, send and then I’ll delete it myself.”

“Yes and…”

“And?”

“If you don’t put in efforts to make those pics worthy of settlement, the settlement won’t be over.”

Ravi saw disgust in her sister’s eyes. He knew they never discussed such private matters with each other and though they were mature enough to share, he respected her choice to keep it private.

Both Radhika’s parents were working and like always had left for the office before these two could wake up. She didn’t have anything to think of and her phone, her one kepez escort big point of distraction, was locked with her brother in his room. Minutes passed by and she was getting too concerned. After some 20-25 minutes, she even thought to knock at his door. An interesting fact was their doors never had proper lock since they were young. Their mother was paranoid of her child being locked and stuck and that’s why she freed the locks, so now their rooms couldn’t be locked. More to this, being an Indian mother, she believed that her unrestricted access to their rooms was more important to their privacy.

Another 5 minutes passed and now every 5 minutes, Radhika started getting an urge to barge in his room and know the truth but the fear of finding his 6 feet tall naked brother stopped her every time.

Almost an hour later, since he had taken her phone, he returned to her bedroom and said, “Here, have it” and handed Radhika her phone. “I spoke to her on call, it’s all settled, and I’ve deleted the things from your phone. She promised me, she won’t harass you now.”

And that was it, Ravi went back to his room and locked the door. Over the next few days, everything went back to normal. Her blackmailer never called back. Ravi seemed more confident. All her worries which clouded her life for over a month, had suddenly cleared up.

A week later, her thought process turned to a different angle, she started wondering what could have happened in that one hour. Her mind started spiraling and she started creating fake scenarios in her brain of what all could have happened. She created multiple fake scenarios and the common thing in all of them was her super-hot naked brother. She thought of checking her recycle bin to see if he really had deleted pics from everywhere but knew that if he hadn’t, she would be seeing his nudes. These thoughts filled her sleepless nights, sometimes getting her body core warmed up and her throat turning dry from so much sexual tension that was unknowingly getting build up.

Next day when Ravi was again passing by topless, she found her eyes stuck up over his smooth flesh. She was finding her actions helpless and herself embarrassed in all these situations. The same night, she wanted to finger out this sexual build up and started watching porn under her blanket. This was a fool-proof way to masturbate in a room without functional lock. She was struggling to not imagine her brother in that porn so after lot of trial, she gave up. She was imagining his raw naked chest and much more. The orgasm that stemmed from her dirty incestual thoughts was huge and quite satisfying. Next two days were filled with embarrassment but that didn’t let her curiosity die. She ended up calling her blackmailer to get to the details of those 60 minutes without giving much information.

The call started out as a courtesy call to personally ensure that her nightmare was over. Radhika spoke in a victim regained authority way and understood every detail. As it turns out, the conversation was simple. Her brother sent out a msg, “Are you ready for it?” Once she confirmed, she received 5 pics and then a call to ensure the settlement was over. When the blackmailer turned greedy, Ravi sent out another 5 pics specific to her demand without involving his face and that’s how it ended.

“Rads, your brother is super-hot, you don’t know how many times I have seen his pics on slideshow mode and what not? You know what I’ll loan you another 10k if I could have him for a night.”

Rads or our Radhika was super curious now. That night, she mustered some courage to check the deleted folder of her phone and wondered if Ravi had deleted pics from there too. Guess what? He hadn’t. That night, Radhika did one of the biggest sins ever on the face of earth or maybe it was all in her head. She masturbated with his pics on slideshow mode and the orgasm was as big as the previous one. She completely soiled her undies and even ruined her pants with her juices dripping over for many more minutes after the job was done. She didn’t even remember falling asleep but next morning, woke up pretty fresh.

It was quite early, and her parents had left for the office. With nothing much to do in the entire day, she thought to have a lazy day. She took some fresh undies and pants to change into and headed for the bathroom. Before she could enter the bathroom, she heard a sobbing noise coming from Ravi’s room. Skipping the undies, she put on her pajamas and immediately went to Ravi keşan escort who was topless sitting on his bed edge.

After lot of insistence, he shared, “She broke up with me.”

Ravi was in long term relation turned long distanced relation over past 6 months. His girlfriend felt it was not working and broke up with him.

“It’s okay, it will ease up with time and you will find someone else” she said, caressing his arm to calm him down. They both sat opposite each other. Rads as we will call her now tried wiping his tears many times. Ravi kept sharing his ordeal about how much he was involved in this relation. Rads was now equally devastated seeing his heart broken. The thing he missed most was that in anger he had deleted everything that belonged to their relation.

“I have a way to restore your data.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but I know you would put the entire stuff out of context and judge me.”

“No, I won’t but pls get my stuff back.”

Rads retrieved it for him and while retrieving saw many cute and objectionable pics of the couple.

“You know you should delete her pics maybe after you’ve confirmed that the relation is done for real.”

“That would be the ideal thing, but I would like to hold on them for longer.”

“I know most boys would want to hold these pics for their greed, but I would want you to delete them.”

“She was the only girl I have been with in every way.”

“But you’ll find someone else soon, don’t worry.”

“You never know, and I’ll think about it.”

“My blackmailer would be happy to pay 10k for a night with you.”

“Oh really!! Well, we can use that kind of money, but I have issues being with someone without any connection.”

“Yeah, I can understand. Trust me, you’ll find someone very soon. You are….”

Then it clicked Ravi. “I didn’t delete my pics from the deleted folder of your phone” Ravi interrupted Rads and soon her fear came true.

“You didn’t restore them, right?”

Her eyes widened for a sec. Her breath and words were both stuttering. “Arey Ravi, you… “.

“You still have my pics and you saw them.”

“Arey Ravi, I didn’t see anything”

“You are lying, how could you? How could you breach my privacy at a time when I was trying to get your mess sorted.”

“You have to understand from my perspective.”

“That you are a pervert sister?”

“What? How can you call me something like that?”

“Then what was is it?”

“You won’t understand.”

“What is it that I can’t understand. I understood your blackmailing scenario very well so maybe you are incapable for explaining but I can understand very well.”

It was a big blame on her. She knew she had nothing to hide and was caught red-handed-stark-naked. With almost on the verge of bursting into tears, she spoke.

“Ravi, I was terrified for almost a month and that bitch made me think about you and your naked pics in the first week itself. Then you turn up and everything is resolved as if it was nothing. As if you possess this power like Thanos and one snap made my biggest problem disappear. Nudity in any sense is a big topic for any girl and I was tensed for so long. My curiosity made me speak to that bitch and restore those pics and the longer I resisted, the more my feelings changed for you.”

“Why is it so big of an issue? As if you’ve never shared nudes with your boyfriends.”

“I did but never fully nude.”

“Never?”

And the conversation turned from heated up to lowly curious one.

“No! I mean most of them are topless with my puppies popping out” and she half discretely pointed out her breasts, “but even the full naked for birthdays or anniversaries are not frontal fully naked, I like to hide and play a bit. I would lie down naked on bed and then share so he knows I naked but I not fully visibly naked.”

“Loser. Me and my girl would share everything, even other people a bit and we were totally comfortable about it.”

“Yeah!!” she said in a shocked manner, “I saw your deleted stuff.” These two sat comfortably opposite each other on the edge of the bed now.

“But you aren’t virgin, right?”

“No”

“So, you’ve been naked with other people!”

“Only 2 of the last guys”

“Ok”

“And you?”

“Half naked with a few. Full one with just this one.”

“Is it why you are so attached to her?”

“Yeah, I mean apart from emotions, we’d been having sex for almost all our relation and the relation meant a lot kilis escort to me.”

“I understand, you guys are also complicated. Differently complicated but not as simple as it seems.”

“It’s the emotion that makes it bad.”

“Hmm…”

“So did my pervert sis masturbate with my pics?”

And she blushed and he understood, and he started laughing loudly and she blushed and smiled a lot more.

“You have to understand, even girls have needs.”

“I’ve seen so much of your raw body, but I never thought to pleasure myself.”

“I know!!” Rads continued explaining herself. “Either I’ve felt too much horny or I’ve felt too much guilty in these last 2 days.” Another pause. “So, I want to ask something?”

“Go on.”

“So, how much of me have you seen that I shouldn’t have shown maybe.”

“Your legs in one, your ultra short denim shorts and two, your white skirt.”

“And?” asked Rads with much interest.

“Your turning 18 party dress hid nothing between the breasts.”

“It was a front plunge dress.”

“You once wore this… top with armpit side quite loose and I saw your side boobs and a little under boobs also.”

“Yeah, I saw you staring maybe but you know we try to distract ourselves when it’s you or me.”

“A year back, you might be horny and have gone commando, I saw your….”

“What?”

“Uh.”

“What?”

“Your camel toe!”

“Shut up. I’m embarrassed.” But she was happy. She was starting to feel equal.

“Anything more?”

“No” said Ravi and looked down with a pinch of shyness.

To make the conversation less awkward, Rads added, “Plus, pleasure business in this house is bad, when will we get the locks?”

“I don’t know but I want to know, what do you think now?”

“About what?”

“About me. Do you still want to masturbate or think about me and see my pics?”

“Ravi, what do you do when you saw me in ways you shouldn’t have seen.”

“I try to distract myself.”

“So now? We are obviously good-looking people, mature and realize that we aren’t kids anymore and then we have seen each other. So now?”

“I guess we can be mature and accept and I would like to explore this side of ours.”

“I’ve always wanted to be this free with you. What do you have in mind?”

Rads didn’t hesitate and with one pull removed her top. Ravi froze at that moment. Obviously, his eyes were fixated on her toned and amazing breasts, and she was looking at things in his eyes. Things she surely wanted to see.

“It looks different without clothes,” said Rads to break silence between them.

“I find it perfect.”

“Actually, I wear padded bra for a good shape and to look big.”

“I know, I have seen your bra many times and the first time I noticed the padding, I touched it.”

“Really? What about my panties?”

“Your black thong is my favorite.”

“You know about it?”

“Yeah. You had left it on the floor in the open, I saw and realized it’s better if I keep it in your drawer rather than mom finding about it.”

“Yeah, that would have been a chaos.”

The silence filled the room again.

“I feel equal now” said Rads.

“But I was naked.”

“And what if I get naked and you want more from me? There is no one to stop us here.”

“I don’t think we would slip.”

“What if I offered more and you didn’t hesitate?”

“So, this is where we draw lines?”

“Yes. So, now we have no issues if we accidentally show things to each other”

“Yes. But I want to add something, and I am not getting greedy as you will accept this…. that sometimes you brush your body parts unknowingly over me.”

“Haha… I’ve brushed my body more to the house furniture than you. I’ve snubbed my toe so many times, I wonder how it is not fractured yet?” Rads laughed and then said, “but I get it. Let’s hug like this.”

And both the topless sibs hugged.

“Closer” said Ravi.

“Tighter” demanded Rads. He was crushing her breasts in his embrace, but she was enjoying it completely. Her hands roamed over his muscular back. His nose slid from her shoulder to her hair inhaling her toxic smell deeply. Neither wanted it to end but Rads consciousness hit first, she asked, “Enough?”

Ravi hugged her tighter and his hand roamed across her smooth back. Rads who had loosened the grip anticipating departure from this once in lifetime experience bit his neck, tightened it again. Both were intoxicated with each other’s sweaty and human odor. A bit stinky yet such a powerful odor that they couldn’t stop themselves. A minute more and a minute more, then Ravi loosened his grip after that last squeeze. Nothing happened after that. No words spoken. Clothes worn. Smiles exchanged and privacy given to each other.

But. Everything changed after that.

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This tale was originally intended for the Nude Day contest, but in its original draft I hadn’t made it clear that both boys were over eighteen, and it was rejected. I’ve corrected that omission and also added to the tale and I offer it now for your enjoyment. I hope.

* * * * *

They were making their way to the coffee shop when a slender blonde teenager in a Hay Cove Sun Club t-shirt shoved a flier into Meg’s hand with a grin for her.

“You should go. A couple of cougars like you could have fun!” And she was away.

Alice laughed. “Cougars? Us? Yeah, I suppose we could be. You’re a widow, I’m divorced, and since we have the same birthday I know we’re both forty.”

“Of course we have the same birthday, idiot, we’re twins!”

“But non-identical. You got Mom’s coloring, I got Dad’s.”

“At least we both got Mom’s skinny gene, thank goodness. Anyway, go where?”

Meg finally looked at the flier, and snorted.

“What is it?” said Alice.

“Pin back your ears and listen. ‘Heads up, folks’,” Meg read, ” ‘Friday, July 14 is National Nude Day. Shed your inhibitions with your clothes and join us. Free admission, one day only, to Hay Cove Sun Club’.”

The sisters looked at each other. “Coffee first,” said Meg. Duly fueled, they found a vacant table in a quiet corner and sat, the leaflet on the table between them. Neither of them spoke for a moment or two, then Meg reached out to squeeze Alice’s fingers.

“Well, shall we? And do we tell the boys?”

“Do you really want to go to Hay Cove. Go, take all of your clothes off, and let everyone see what you look like bare-ass naked?”

Meg nodded. “Yes, I do. It’s been a fantasy of mine for years, nudism, and this is my chance to try it and find out if I have the courage.”

“I wish I’d known, I’ve had pretty much the same fantasy for some time now. Terry’s always trying to catch me with no clothes on and to be honest, I’ve been tempted to let him see me.”

“Just see you? Not touch you, maybe fuck you?”

“I try not to think about that. It’s wrong, legally and morally, but fuck me, it’s tempting!”

Alice shrugged, a wry expression on her face. “I know for a fact that Terry fantasizes about fucking me. I was tidying his room when he and Will were at the high school football game and found a photo he’d manipulated. It was a woman, about the same build as me, laying back, fingers playing with her pussy, and Terry had Photo-shopped my head onto the woman.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Not only that, he’d written on it as well.”

“What? Tell me.”

“He’d written, ‘Fuck me, Terry. Fuck your Mom’.”

Meg laughed. “I guess he does fantasize about his Mom.” She sobered. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Careful, sis, don’t strain yourself. So, what have you been thinking?”

“Well, the boys are nineteen next week.” She laughed. “And quite how we managed to give birth on successive days will forever be a mystery.”

“Makes for good double birthday parties! But this is what I was thinking. As you know, our pool is private and you and I have had some good tanning sessions while the boys were in school.”

“Yes. So?” Meg arched her brows in query.

“You and I take ourselves off to Hay Cove on Friday, we don’t tell the boys, and we find out if we have the courage to be naked in public. Then we come home, tell the boys where we’ve been – “

“And they want to know why we went without them.”

“Yes, and we tell them we wanted to know if we had the courage to strip, found out we do — at least I hope so — and tell them that future family sessions in the pool will be skinny-dip. We can extend that to selected friends if necessary.”

“And we all strip off and play together, and if the boys give any indication of wanting more?”

“To be honest, I’d kind of like to try Will first.”

“Swap sons? I like! In the open? At the poolside?”

“Why not? Makes my pussy wet just thinking about it. Must be the latent exhibitionist in me.”

“And on that thought, are you shaved?”

“My pussy, you mean?”

“Yes, your pussy.” Meg grinned. “Where else?”

“Not yet, but I think I will for Hay Cove. You?”

“Yes, me too.”

“So the boys will see not only their naked moms, but their moms’ naked pussies as well. Sensory overload ahead, girl.”

Meg laughed. “Bring it on!”

* * * * *

Friday breakfast was quiet in the Barnes household as usual. Cereal and toast consumed, coffee at hand, Alice smiled across at her son.

“Any plans for the day, honey?”

“Nothing special,” said Terry. “You?”

“No. Meg said something about a trip to the mall, but that’s usual for a Friday, so no, nothing special.” Except taking my clothes off and baring my all in public.

“So, what time are you going out?”

“Meg said to go round about ten. What about you?”

“I told Will I’d see him about ten as well.”

“Last one out locks up, okay?”

“Probably be me, Mom, so consider it done.”

Still in her robe, Alice rose. “Me for a shower, then dress. You?”

“Catch up on my emails, Mom. I haven’t checked them for a couple of keçiören escort days.”

“Okay, honey.” and she left him finishing his breakfast. In the bathroom, door safely locked, although she didn’t usually bother, she showered dried herself, then took out her razor and carefully lathered her pubes. Shaving took her ten careful minutes, a mirror to check, some skin lotion, and she was ready. Time to dress, something lightweight and easy to remove. T-shirt and shorts. She debated going bra-less but decided against it. This time, at least. Rummaging in the drawer, she found her sunblock and slipped it into the bag she usually carried if she was going to the mall, along with her towel. She was ready. She glanced at her watch. Five minutes to ten. Time to go. About to open the door, she called to Terry.

“I’m off now, honey. See you later.”

“Okay, Mom. See you later.”

Taking a deep breath, Alice stepped through the door and into the unknown. Well, shortly – the two blocks to Meg’s house were familiar enough. Meg must have seen her coming because the door opened as she approached the house, and a smiling Meg appeared. Like Alice, t-shirt and shorts.

“Ready, babe?” she said.

“As I’ll ever be,” Alice responded.

“Then let us away and face the unknown together. One thing, because of the tanning we’ve done we’re not complete cottontails.”

Alice grinned. “Just mostly.”

The journey to Hay Cove wasn’t a long one, and fifteen minutes brought them to the cove. The parking lot was about two-thirds full and they found a spot only thirty yards from the admin building. Inside it was cool and shaded, a few couches and low tables, and a desk behind which sat a smiling woman about their own age, halter top and shorts here at the interface between clothes and no clothes, the smile broadening as they approached.

“Meg, and Alice! Good to see you, especially here!”

“Kitty Alwen, as I live and breathe. I thought you moved to New York.”

“I did. Moved back about three months ago, after my divorce. My cousin, Betty Allan?”

“I remember Betty,” said Meg.

“Well, she’s a member here, suggested I join, get to meet people, and here I am, doing my bit for the club, and what do I see? Two of my old high school friends. It’s great to see you both again.”

“Good to see you too, Kitty. Now what do we do?”

“Basically, undress and enjoy yourselves. Here are your tickets, and a brochure. There’s a half-price membership offer if you join before the end of the month. Changing rooms are through that door and you’ll see the exit to the beach. I’m off shortly, just waiting for Betty to get back. If you turn right when you get down to the beach, there are some quiet little clearings. Wait in one of those and I’ll come and find you, catch up on the gossip.”

“Turn right when we get down to the beach? We can do that, especially if it’s quieter.”

“It is, I assure you.” Kitty had been scribbling in a note pad and ripped a sheet off, passing it to Alice. “If I miss you, give me a ring, let’s catch up.”

“Yes, let’s. But now? Now it’s time for us to explore the mysterious world of the nudist.”

“A lot more transparent than the usual world,” said Kitty, laughing. “What you see is what you get. No fancy clothes to hide behind. Go, enjoy yourselves!”

The changing room was empty, apart from the two of them, and they quickly stowed their few clothes in one of the lockers, and Alice fastened the key around her wrist. Naked, they looked at each other. Meg grinned.

“Tally ho!”

Outside, a shaded deck ran the length of the building, and a path led down through the trees towards the beach. Arm in arm they set off down, exchanging greetings with the occasional passer-by, like themselves, naked as nature intended.

“Have you noticed, Meg, everyone looks relaxed?” said Alice as they reached the beach. “Kitty said, turn right, so right we go.”

About fifty yards along, an empty clearing showed signs of having been recently occupied, but was clear of anybody.

“How about here?” said Alice.

“Suits me.” They spread their towels and Alice reached for her sunblock, holding it out to Meg.

“Do my back? Then I’ll do yours.”

“Sure thing, sweetie. Lie yourself down.” Applying the sunblock to each other’s back didn’t take long, no, what extended the time was butts and pussies and breasts, where they were tempted to linger but didn’t dare, as there were too many people around. The task finished, they were getting ready to relax and catch some sun, when Kitty appeared, with a smiling teenager at her side.

“Hi, girls, you remember Laura, don’t you?” Kitty’s daughter, and a sometime classmate of Will and Terry.

“Of course,” said Meg. “on two counts. It was you who gave me the flier yesterday, wasn’t it? And called us cougars, too?”

Laura flushed, and looked embarrassed. Meg laughed. “It’s okay sweetie, we qualify. I’m a widow and Alice is divorced.”

“I guess I qualify too, sweetheart,” said Kitty, laughing. “Three old cougars with no cubs around.”

“You kelkit escort should go along to the concession,” said Laura, grinning, “there are plenty there, and very few cougars.”

“Maybe we will, in a while,” said Kitty, “for now, though, we’re playing catch-up.”

“Well, I’m off,” said Laura, “I promised to meet Debbie and Jane at the concession. If I see any likely-looking cubs, should I tell them where the cougars are?”

“Not this time, honey,” said Kitty. “We’ll drift along to the concession in a little while. You go and enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks, Mom, I will. Bye, ladies.”

“Bye, Laura.”

The three women gossiped for a while, exchanging the occasional hello with others passing by, but after about forty minutes, they were ready for a change

“Well, girls, shall we drift along to the concession?” said Meg. “I assume they sell ice-cream, Kitty?”

“Six flavors, last I checked.”

“As long as one of them is strawberry?”

“Pretty sure they have that.”

“Tally-ho, then, ice-creams are my treat.”

It only took them about ten minutes to reach the concession, along the littoral, the damp sand near the water’s edge easier to move through than the loose, dry sand further inland. The concession was busy, yes, but not as busy as they’d feared. There were only one or two people queuing for ice-cream, and they scanned the advertised flavors.

“See, Meg,” said Kitty. “Strawberry.”

“I’ll have that, then,” said Meg. “What about you two?”

“Plain vanilla for me,” said Alice.

Kitty nodded. “And me.”

They’d reached the front of the short queue by now. “Three ice-creams, please,” said Meg. “Two vanilla, one strawberry.”

“Coming right up.”

And it was almost that quick. Meg passed all three to her companions while she paid, then turned to move away, staring into the startled face of her son.

“Mom! What are you doing here?”

“Finding out what it’s all about, and I could ask you the same question,” Meg replied, fighting a laugh at Will as he tried both not to stare at her and not appear to be trying to hide himself.

He managed a laugh. “You’d get the same answer.”

“Where’s Terry?”

“Toilet block. I said I’d get the ice-creams.”

“Well carry on and get them. We’ll be just over here,” she said, pointing to where Alice and Kitty were sitting at a table for six.

“Is that Mrs Alwen sitting with Auntie Alice? I thought she was in New York?”

“So did we, but she moved back here after her divorce.”

“Did Laura come back with her.” He gave a sheepish grin. “I’d love to see Laura Alwen naked.”

“Well, keep your eyes open, she’s around here somewhere, and yes, she looks good.”

“I see Terry coming. I’d better get the ice-creams.”

“Well you know where we are,” said Meg, and moved off to join Alice and Kitty.

“Who was that you were talking to?” asked Kitty, grinning. “Not picking up cougar cubs already?” she added.

“You mean you didn’t recognize my son?”

Kitty was startled.”Will? No, I didn’t, but hey, cut me some slack, Meg, it’s been four years.”

“You can say hello in a moment, he and Terry are coming over.”

The boys soon joined them, flushing a little as their mothers gave them a quick once over.

“So, Mom, Aunt Alice,” said Will, “what brings you here?”

“Free entry, and the chance to find out if I have the courage to bare my all in public,” said Meg, with a wry smile for the two boys. “And what about you two?”

“Pretty much the same. I wish I’d known you were coming, we could all have traveled together. So, apart from finding out if you have the nerve to strip in public, any other reasons?”

Meg nodded. “Yes. Your Aunt Alice and I were chatting when we found out about the free admission, and wondered if we’d have the courage. Well, we do, as it happens, so we were going to tell you guys where we’d been and suggest we make the pool a skinny-dip zone, for family and invited guests. So what do you think? Before you answer that, another question. Now that you’ve seen your Mom and your Aunt naked, how do we compare with the other naked ladies you’ve been ogling?”

“Not ogling, Aunt Meg. Admiring,” said Terry. “How do you compare? We’re sitting with the two — sorry, three, Mrs Alwen — best-looking older women on the beach.”

“And the skinny-dipping?”

“All of us? At home?” said Will. Meg nodded, and Will grinned, a grin echoed by Terry’s. “Bring it on!”

“Those invited guests you mentioned?” said Kitty. “Could Laura and I be two of them?”

“Definitely,” said Meg, echoed by Alice and the boys signaled agreement. “Don’t know who else, not yet at least.” She gestured. “But not today. Today we four make sure the skinny-dip idea is going to work. I think it will, but we have your number, Kitty, so we’ll let you know, okay?”

Kitty nodded. “Okay. I was planning on taking Laura shopping today, she needs some clothes more suitable for the climate here rather than New York.” She laughed. “So do I but I still have some of my clothes from before we moved to kemer escort New York. At least I’m still the same size even if Laura isn’t.”

“Well, you enjoy your shopping while we four go and find out if our skinny-dipping idea is going to work,” said Alice. She turned to the two boys. “How did you guys get here? Neither of you has a car.”

“On the bus,” said Will, “but we’ll ride back with you if that’s okay?”

“Of course,” said Meg. “We’re all finished our ice-cream so let’s hit the showers.”

Half an hour later, Meg parked her SUV on Alice and Terry’s driveway. Ignition off, she turned to the others, laughing.

“At least I don’t need to go home for my swimsuit this time.”

“Okay, folks, our pool awaits,” said Alice, opening her door and stepping out, “and I, for one, want to get wet!” She turned to Meg. “Come on, sweetie, you can leave your clothes in my bedroom. See you in the pool, guys.”

Upstairs, in Alice’s bedroom, the two women quickly undressed, then, hand in hand headed back down the stairs.

“Still want to fuck Terry?” said Alice.

“Yes. You? Will?”

“If you’re fucking my son I might get jealous, so yes.”

“Diaphragm?”

Alice laughed. “Since I shaved my pussy this morning. You?”

“Same.”

“Tally ho, girl.”

Outside the two boys were already in the pool and their mothers quickly joined them in the water. The four of them played around for a while, idle fun, until Alice signaled a halt.

“Anybody want lemonade. Yeah, thought so – everybody. Okay, then, back in a moment.”

She’d made a gallon of lemonade and it took her only a moment to pour four glasses full, and only a few seconds more to carry them out and put them on the poolside table.

“Lemonade’s here, gang. Come and get it.”

The others quickly joined her and they took their seats on the mesh-bottomed chairs, designed for wet asses to drain through. Alice raised her glass.

“A toast — to Nude Day and skinny-dipping!” she said, quickly echoed by the others.

“So, did we all enjoy our first experience of being naked in public?” said Meg. “I did, certainly after the first ten minutes or so when I realized the looks I was getting seemed to indicate they liked what they saw, including younger guys like you two.”

Terry laughed. “We like older women, don’t we, Will?”

“We certainly do. There were some very tasty older ladies at the Cove today, but I think the best-looking two are sitting right here, right now

“Ever fantasize about fucking them? Or should I say us?” said Alice. “You know what they say, whoever ‘they’ are, a woman of forty should have a lover half her age. Her experience, his stamina.” She laughed. “Your Mom and I are spot-on for age.”

There was a deafening silence until Terry spoke up.

“Mom? Aunt Meg?” he said. “Every time I masturbate I’m imagining fucking one of you two.”

“Will?” said Meg, “what about you?” Her son nodded.

“Me, too, Mom. We’ve always thought you two were lookers, seeing the naked proof of it just makes me hornier. See?” he said, standing, his erection firm and solid before him.

“What about you, Terry?” said Alice. Her son stood, his own erection as firm and solid as his cousin’s.

“Me, too, Mom.”

There was a pause, then Alice stood. “Excuse me for a moment, I’ll just fetch a couple of exercise mats. Let’s all just fuck here beside the pool. No-one can see in and the neighbors on both sides are at work.” She made her way into the house.

“Am I dreaming, Mom, or are you and Aunt Alice going to fuck us?” Will’s voice was strained

“No dream, son,” Meg reached for her son’s hand. “This first time, I’d like it if you fucked your aunt. Later, tonight maybe, you can fuck me in my bed.”

Alice came back then, carrying two rolled exercise mats. She handed one to Meg.

“Okay, guys, who’s with who?” she said.

“Apparently I’m your partner this time, Aunt Alice,” said Will, standing and taking Alice’s hand, squeezing her fingers. She squeezed back, smiling at him.

“Come on, honey, Let’s give your mom and my son some space, we’ll fuck over here,” she said, leading him to the other side of the pool, dropping his hand and deftly unrolling the exercise mat. She sat, holding out her hand to him.

“Sit yourself down, sweetheart, and let’s get to know each other. And for today, I’m just Alice, not Aunt Alice, okay?”

Will grinned. “Okay — Alice.”

“So, are you okay with this?”

“You mean, am I okay fucking my aunt?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“If you mean, do I want to, then the answer is yes, please.”

“In that case, honey, kiss me, and kiss me like your lover, not your aunt.” Alice lay back and drew him down with her, raising her lips for his kiss, a kiss which started almost timidly, but which heated by the moment, her lips parting to let her tongue twine with his, the heat rising in her. She reached down and took hold of his erection, hot and hard in her hand. She squeezed, breaking the kiss, smiling at him.

“I want this in me, now, please.”

He grinned. “Yes, Alice. Spread ’em, babe!”

She laughed, spreading her legs as he moved over her, guiding him into herself, gasping a little as she felt him press into her, enjoying the feeling of being filled, then emptied, then filled anew as he moved to spread her juices, uttering a soft moan as she felt his balls against her butt.

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All the characters in this story are over the age of 18.

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After forcing me to suck his cock, Tristan’s behavior only got worse. He sauntered around the house like he owned it. He looked at me with a smile that dared me to try and reprimand him; a smile that said he had all the power. And indeed he did. Even if I could resist his monstrously magnificent cock, he could just tell my husband, Mark, that I’d been spying on him in the shower. I could deny it but once the seeds of suspicion were planted they would be hard for Mark to fight.

If Tristan’s cock wasn’t so magnificent then maybe I would be able to say no. If only Tristan wasn’t so big. If only his cock was average-sized. If only he hadn’t forced my lips around his meaty fuck-stick, I wouldn’t be feeling the way I did. Maybe if all those things weren’t true I would be able to look my son in the eye without feeling burning shame and insatiable lust.

I was sitting in the kitchen making notes for work when Tristan strutted in. My husband and daughter had already left for the day so it was just the two of us. Thankfully, my son was fully dressed and had his rucksack ready for school; he wouldn’t be staying. It was terrible that I was starting to dread being left alone with my own son.

“Morning, Mom,” he said, his voice dripping with smug cockiness.

“Morning, Tristan. Are you ready for school?” I asked, looking up but not meeting his eyes. I was frightened of what I’d see there.

“I sure am. I just need a goodbye kiss and I’ll go.” There was something in his tone that told me he was up to something. I tensed up, my skin prickling with suspicion.

“Aren’t you a bit old for a goodbye kiss?” I said. I didn’t mean it, he was 18 but he’d never be too old for a kiss. I was simply nervous about his true intentions.

“Perhaps, but Mark still kisses you every time he leaves for work. Maybe I should start kissing you like that,” Tristan said casually.

Shocked, I looked up at him with wide eyes. This was something else my son hadn’t done before — compare himself to his dad. “Don’t call your father by his first name, that’s very disrespectful.”

Tristan smirked. “Not as disrespectful as you gobbling his son’s cock like a bitch in heat.”

“Tristan!” I said, my cheeks flaring red with embarrassment. I could feel the humiliation of the night he’d forced me to suck him. And I felt a hint of the arousal I’d felt then too. But he could not speak to me like that. I was his mother for God’s sake.

“I have to go to school. Give me a goodbye kiss,” he said, looking down at me expectantly.

For a moment I simply stared at him in disbelief, but I knew he wasn’t going to leave until he got what he wanted. “Fine,” I said with a weary sigh. I stood up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Goodbye, Tristan. Have a good day at school.”

“That’s not what I meant, Mom. I don’t want you to kiss me on the cheek. Kiss me on your favorite part of me,” he said, his eyes flicking downwards suggestively.

I sucked in a quick breath, realizing what he wanted. My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed crimson, torn between lust and disgust. He wasn’t going to leave unless I gave him what he wanted. I dropped down to my knees, lowering my gaze so I didn’t have to see his smug face. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, kissing my son’s cock through his pants. My lips bumped against the stiff fabric as I closed them and held them there for a moment, feeling his soft bulge twitch.

“No, Mom. Take it out,” Tristan commanded.

Still blushing bright red, my heart beating hard in my chest, I reached out for the waistband of his pants. When his cock came out my eyes locked onto it immediately. It wasn’t erect, not yet, but the thick shaft looked so hot nestled in a patch of short, dark pubic hair.

“Now kiss me,” Tristan said, grabbing my hair and pulling my lips towards his sleeping monster.

I puckered my lips and pressed them against the smooth head of Tristan’s cock, kissing it hesitantly, my eyes still closed in shame. My tongue snaked out and licked at the bulbous crown.

I heard the front door open and leaped away from my son. Tristan scrambled to pull his pants up and was just straightening his clothes when Mark walked into the kitchen.

“Forgot my wallet,” Mark said, shaking his head. He grabbed his wallet off the counter, planted a kiss on my cheek, and then left, giving Tristan a fatherly pat on the shoulder as he passed him.

“I’ll see you tonight, Mom,” Tristan said, smiling hungrily as he left the kitchen kaynarca escort too.

I sat back down at the table and composed myself before I continued with my work. That had been close. Too close.

To my surprise, Tristan didn’t try anything that evening. He stayed in his room and even at dinner time he didn’t give me any of his usual looks. It seemed that our close call this morning had knocked some sense into the boy.

That night I was reading my book in bed when my second surprise came. Mark entered the room fully naked and tossed my book aside before pulling up my nightie and mounting me.

The sex was lackluster and his cock was significantly smaller than Tristan’s. It was over in minutes and then Mark rolled over and started snoring loudly by my side. It wasn’t always like this. There were occasions when he fucked me properly, but these days they were few and far between. I lifted the bed sheets and looked in disappointment at his shrinking member. Then I flicked off the light and went to sleep.

My dreams were interrupted by a strange heaviness on my face like something had fallen on me. My eyes fluttered open and in the darkness I could see a figure standing over me. As my vision adjusted I saw that my son was standing by my side completely naked and his soft cock was draped over my lips. I grabbed his dick, which even soft was bigger than his father’s erection, and pushed it off my face.

“What are you doing?” I whispered angrily.

“Mom, I can’t sleep. Suck my cock for me so I can relax,” he whispered back, pushing his groin towards me.

“Your father is right there,” I hissed, pointing at the slumbering man next to me.

“You better stay quiet then,” he said. He grabbed hold of the bed sheets and pulled them off me. I was glad to still have my nightie on.

“Tristan,” I warned him, but I could see that his cock was already starting to grow and my argument died down. I didn’t protest as he took hold of my hand and placed my fingers around his lengthening shaft.

It was already twice the thickness of his father’s flaccid cock and when my hand couldn’t close around it I moved my touch to the base, gripping him just below where his big nuts bobbed. The weight of Tristan’s cock in my hands was like a spell and I began stroking his shaft, starting at the base and slowly moving towards the head. The big veins were prominent now and there was a wetness on his beautiful teenage cock that hadn’t been there before. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, my lips pursing around his thick shaft as it slid inside me.

I leaned over and kissed just under his tip. My tongue snuck out of my mouth and I licked along the length of his shaft, from balls to tip. He groaned in pleasure and I repeated the motion on him, working up a light film of saliva along his girth. I took him into my mouth, my lips pursing around his thick shaft as it slid inside me. I could feel the temptation taking over me, even though I refused to admit it to myself. The feeling of Tristan’s cock in my mouth was getting me excited, even as this act disgusted me.

Tristan was in heaven. He tipped his head back and moaned quietly from the pleasure. Mark lay next to me, snoring away, sound asleep. The risk of getting caught only added to my horniness. There was no hesitation in my actions anymore. I bobbed gently on Tristan’s erection, gently pushing him deeper into my mouth and fucking his cock with my mouth as I made hot wet sounds. My nose was touching Tristan’s stomach now and the smell of his sweaty body was driving me into a frenzy.

“You are so good, Mom. You have no idea,” I heard my son whisper as he held himself in check for another minute before he fucked my mouth harder and forced himself further down my throat.

He grabbed the collar of my nightie with both hands and before I could stop him he tore it open with animalistic lust. He ripped the fabric right down the middle until it flapped open and revealed my naked body to him. I tried to cover myself but he pushed my hands away and lifted up one of my big breasts. My nipple was fully erect and Tristan pulled on it in earnest. He started fondling my breast, squeezing it hard.

“So fucking big,” Tristan moaned again as a smile crossed his face. “I love your tits.”

He slipped his cock out of my mouth and then climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on top of me. He grabbed both of my tits and squeezed them before falling down on me and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. He suckled with the same fervor when he’d been a baby.

“Mmmm,” I sighed, unable to stop myself. I arched my back in kaynaşlı escort pleasure as my pussy grew wetter and hotter. Tristan was now kissing my breasts and licking down towards my abdomen. When his lips started working towards my crotch I knew I was done for.

When Tristan’s tongue touched my clit I shuddered in pleasure and my eyes opened wide as he sucked on my pussy. He teased me by flicking his tongue over my wet gash.

“You taste so good, Mom,” he said as he licked my slit. “I bet Dad never makes you feel this much pleasure.”

I kept my mouth shut, refusing to confirm that he was a better lover than his father. Tristan pushed his face into my crotch, pushing my thighs apart and diving into me as if he wanted to reenter my womb. He licked my pussy with gusto and pushed his tongue deeper into my hole than any man had gone before him. The feel of his mouth and tongue on my cunt almost drove me to orgasm. Despite the taboo aspect I was too turned on to stop him. I reached up and grabbed the headboard as I moaned as quietly as possible.

Tristan was so hungry for my pussy that he ate me out with single-minded focus. I leaned back on the pillow, watching him please me with his mouth. Tristan closed his eyes and moved his face deeper into my pussy until his nose was touching my clit. He licked it over and over again, the fullness of his lips working wonders on my body. I grabbed hold of his hair and used it to push him closer into me. There was no resistance in him – he worked hungrily against me as I fucked his face. A deep moan escaped my lips and Tristan paused for a moment.

Mark let out a small groan as he moved his legs, spreading them wider. The bed sheets slipped and fell off him, tumbling to the floor on his side of the bed. He remained on his back, legs open and naked. Tristan looked at his father’s dick and snorted with laughter.

“Oh God, Mom. How did you ever get pregnant when that’s all you had to play with?” Tristan said.

“Don’t make fun of your father. That man brought you into this world,” I told him, giving him a playful slap on the head. His father was more average than small, but next to Tristan, everybody looked tiny.

“You’re being very generous with the word ‘man’,” Tristan said, snorting with laughter again.

I slapped him again. Tristan shrugged his shoulders and went back to work, licking my pussy with wild abandon. When he pushed his tongue into me I moved my hips forward, fucking his face and moaning loudly as I enjoyed the intense sensation. My stomach trembled from pleasure and I felt like cumming already. I reached down and touched Tristan’s hair and felt the smooth softness. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him in place as he licked me faster.

I opened my legs wider so he could get as deep into me as possible. The position was awkward but Tristan didn’t care. He continued sucking on me, pushing his tongue further into me and spanking my clit with his lips until I was moaning loudly. The pleasure grew stronger and stronger until I felt like I was about to explode. I held my breath, waiting for that perfect moment only to have it pass me by. My pussy twitched as Tristan teased me once again.

He got up onto his knees and wiggled his giant cock at me. “I’m gonna make you squirt,” he said, full of confidence.

“I beg your pardon?” I said. Of all the things he could have said that was the one I expected the least.

“You heard me,” he said, grinning mischievously.

I’d never squirted in my life. Not once. I didn’t tell him that though. It was an embarrassing thing to discuss. Especially with my son.

Tristan grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling me towards him until I could feel his painfully hard cock brushing my thighs. Unexpectedly he slapped my ass. At first, I recoiled from the intense sting that followed, but Tristan rubbed the place he’d spanked with his hand. The sensation turned from pain to pleasure and my eyes fluttered shut. Then he spanked me again and a moan of pain escaped my lips. It was degrading to be spanked by my own child but there was a wild thrill in giving over authority to somebody who should not have it. I glanced at my husband, certain that the noise would have woken him but he was still out like a light.

Tristan pushed his dick against my ass crack, rubbing it up and down and swirling it in a circle around my pussy. I tried to think rationally. This was not a good idea. Everything we’d done so far was bad enough but to let him fuck me, to let him push himself inside me, was a bridge there was no coming back from. I was about to say as much when with kayseri escort a lusty grunt he forced his cock into my sopping wet hole.

“Tristan!” I hissed, shocked but wild with pleasure.

Tristan ignored me as he began to move in and out of me. He thrust gently at first, taking his time and gradually increasing the speed of his strokes but soon he was pounding me with an intensity that shocked me. I couldn’t remember his father ever having such vigor, even when he’d been younger.

The pleasure was intense and before long I had to surrender myself to the sensations and let go of any sense of control. As my orgasm ripped through me, filling me with pleasure like Tristan’s huge cock filled my eager pussy. At that moment, my body shuddered in wave after wave of pleasure. I shoved my pillow into my mouth to stifle my orgasmic screams.

For the briefest moment, Tristan’s movements became slower as if he too was surrendering himself to the power of my orgasm, but then he carried on pumping away, still not ready to climax himself. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust deeper and faster. I felt the pleasure build up in me again. With his father, I was lucky enough to have one orgasm let alone two, but I knew I was going to have a second one tonight, and if Tristan’s pumping was anything to go by it would be coming very soon.

Tristan slapped my ass hard and the sound reverberated around the room. I moaned with abandon as he did it again, no longer caring if my husband woke up. I think a perverted part of me wanted to get caught. I wanted Mark to see and get turned on. I wanted him to join in. Maybe even learn a thing or two from his son.

Tristan panted behind me and kneaded my ass cheeks with both hands. Then he reached around and began to rub my clit furiously, his fingers moving with a speed and skill I didn’t know existed. Shuddering moans fell from my mouth as my body began to tremble. My climax was coming fast and I knew there would be no stopping it now.

Tristan left his fingers on my clit as he continued to thrust deeper into me, the pleasure too intense for me to bear. With one final push, my orgasm flew out of me in a scream of primal pleasure.

Tristan yanked his cock out of my cunt and then it happened — the thing that had never happened before. I felt the fluid squirt out of me, a great jet of it that splashed my son who still kneeled behind me. Even as my body still shook from the intensity of the orgasm that was tearing through me, I looked around and saw the evidence of what Tristan had made me do. The sheets were soaked wet and Tristan’s abs were covered in the spray too. His massive cock was slick with my juices, and his lips wore a smile of supreme smugness.

“I told you I’d make you squirt,” he said proudly.

Mark mumbled and I was sure that I’d woken him with my scream, but to my utter amazement, he rolled onto his side and continued his slumber. Tristan shook his head at his dad before moving up the bed toward me.

“My turn now,” he said. He grabbed my head and pulled my mouth toward his cock. I instantly complied, taking all of him into my mouth as he thrust his hips.

I started to take his amazing length in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before licking up and down the shaft. He moaned with pleasure as he felt me teasing him with my tongue, causing me to moan in turn. Tristan grabbed onto both sides of my head and thrust himself further into my mouth, wanting more from me. I opened wider and began to take him deeper and harder until he was all the way in. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin as he moved faster, pushing himself into my throat with each thrust.

His breathing got louder as his orgasm started to come on. He fucked my face with extra vigor as he became closer and closer to his climax.

Finally, his body tensed and I could feel the hot cum shooting down my throat. I kept him in my mouth until he was done. He pulled his still-hard cock out of me and flopped down on the bed. I licked his residue off my lips, enjoying the salty taste.

“Good job, Mom,” he said as he stood up. “Who do you belong to?”

He’d fucked me so good that I wasn’t even offended by his words. In fact, I smiled as I said, “You.”

“From now on you’ll only fuck me,” he commanded.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“Yes?” he looked down at me, eyebrows raised.

“Yes, Sir,” I corrected.

“Good girl. Get some rest. I’m gonna need your mouth again in the morning.” With that, he turned and sauntered out of my room. I watched the gap between his legs and saw his massive meat swinging from side to side.

I curled up next to my husband and closed my eyes, reliving the best sex I’d ever had. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.

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“Where’s Lita been? Haven’t seen her around lately.” Mom had said.

“Um… Lita kinda broke things off.” Michael admitted.

“Jeez, you guys have been together since high school. I thought you made a cute couple.” Mary commented. “What happened. Did you get into a fight or something?”

“No. Not exactly. Look. I’d rather not talk about it.” Michael replied.

“I’m just curious. Seems rather abrupt if you ask me.” Mary stated.

“I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable talking about it with you. We started having sex.” Michael blurted out.

“And that’s why she broke up with you? I don’t understand.” Mary enquired.

“I’m really bad at it. We tried a bunch of times, and every time was the same. A disaster.” Michael admitted.

“Oh My!” Mary gasped. “Bad enough so that she broke things off with you?”

“Bad enough so that she started hooking up with Brad from work behind my back. They’re a thing now.” Michael confessed.

“What was happening? If you don’t mind me asking.” Mary said concerned.

“I just… as soon as we start. I’m done… every time… it was frustrating for both of us, but then when Brad convinced her to hook up with him. Well, that was it. That was the end of Lita and me.” Micheal explained.

Mary looked at her son. Barely 18, he was a jock. Sandy blond hair and a football player’s body. But sometimes looks weren’t enough. As her only child, she was concerned for his future welfare. It didn’t sound like it was a one-shot thing, and that was exactly what worried her. Maybe a visit to the Doctor would reveal something.

“Perfectly healthy.” Was all the Doctor had had to say. “Everything working, just the way it should. Everything exactly where it should be. No problems that I can see.”

“Mom. Maybe it’s just the way I am.” Michael wondered.

Mary was a fierce redheaded firebrand. Sparkling green eyes, a smattering of freckles framing her nose, pert C-cup breasts, a swimmer’s body. Literally, that had been her passion since her teens. It kept her in shape and kept her sane. Michael had been born when she was just his age now. The baby daddy couldn’t handle it and the arguments were frequent and often about next to nothing. It became clearer and clearer that it wasn’t working out. So, she’d packed up and left, taking Michael with her.

It had been the two of them ever since. Mary had dated through the years, but it seemed nothing caught any traction. The adage once bitten twice shy, was certainly apt in her case.

When the weekend had come, they’d decided to spend a day at the beach. Mary packed a cooler with lunch and some sodas and they drove down to the State Park. As they lay there on the blanket Mary kept looking over at Micheal checking him out.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Mom.” Michael suddenly said.

“Like what?” Mary replied.

“Like I don’t know. It’s kinda creepy.” He offered.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Mary started. “I’ve been thinking. You’re problem with Lita. If it isn’t physical, then it must be… in your head.”

“I guess. But it is what it is, Mom. Let it go.” Michael sulked.

“But it is in your head, then you should be able to… learn the right way. Like learning to play football. You don’t start out knowing anything.” She speculated.

“Yeah, Mom. But I already know I suck at it.” Michael explained. “Anyway, who’s going to be patient enough to put themselves through having to deal with that.”

And therein lay the crux of the conundrum. Who in their right minds would subject themselves to what kartal escort promised to be a protracted period of…call it what you will… bad sex. An ugly girl, perhaps. But that wouldn’t be fair either. Not to anyone.

It was while doing laundry that the idea first dawned on her. Michael was in the living room watching TV when she approached him.

“You wanna WHAT?” Michael shrieked.

“Give you a handjob.” Mary said embarrassed. It had sounded so much more clinical in her head. “See what happens. Think of it as Training…”

“That’s some crazy assed shit, Mom” Micheal replied. “Wait. You’re serious, aren’t you?”

She just kept starting at him. “Look. The more you get used to doing something, the better you get at it. Right?” She explained.

“I don’t know, Mom. It doesn’t seem right.” Michael answered.

“If you get used to being stimulated by someone other than yourself, you can start to improve your performance.” She insisted. “Then maybe someday, I’ll have a shot at having grandkids.”

She had gone to her room and come back with a tiny bottle of personal lubricant and a towel. Placing the towel on the couch cushion she told Michael to sit on it and drop his pants down.

“My!” she thought to herself. “Puberty sure was kind to my little boy!”

If he didn’t yet know how to use it, he sure had the tools for success. She took a small squirt of lube and reached for his flaccid dick.

“Mom, that’s cold.” Michael complained.

“It’ll warm up in a few seconds, dear.” She promised.

For the next ten minutes or so, she rubbed his cock every way she could think of. It wasn’t working. He was almost as soft as when she’d begun.

“Michael. This won’t work if you don’t try.” Mary scolded.

“This was a bad idea, Mom. It’s just not…sexy.” Micheal said.

Mary stopped. “So how did you and Lita usually…get things rolling?”

“I don’t know. We’d make out for a while. I’d feel her up and get her nice and wet. But by the time we’d make it that far I’d usually already have been hard for a while, and then I’d go to put it in and bang.” Michael explained.

“Did you ever try oral sex?” Mary asked politely.

“Once. Lita didn’t like it. Really hadn’t liked the idea, even. Seemed bothered by the whole concept” Michael admitted.

Mary nodded in acknowledgement, slid to the floor and took Michael’s limp cock into her mouth. Michael moaned as he felt it growing. His mom’s mouth felt really nice and he was getting harder by the second.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Mary thought as she started to suck and lick Michael’s shaft.

She had only just started, when she heard Michael groan, and he shot his load into her mouth. A minute, tops from start to finish. Not even. Well it was a start she thought as she gulped his jizz down.

“Sorry, Mom.” Michael whined.

Later that afternoon. She tried again. This time, once he was hard, she stopped sucking and started jerking him. It went a little better. And with each iteration, she managed to get him to hold out a little bit longer.

“No. No. No… you’re backsliding.” Mary complained. They’d taken a week or so off from ‘practice’ as it had come to be known, and had lost ground as a result. Life had been the normal routine of work, chores and yardwork. And it hadn’t really dawned on her how much she’d begun to enjoy the newfound intimacy that she’d been sharing with Michael.

“Mom?” Michael had asked. “Can we try something a little different this time?”

“What, kastamonu escort honey?” Mary asked.

“Could we make out a little bit before we start? I used to like that part with Lita and I’m wondering if it might help.” He pleaded. “And if we’re not doing it the way it really happens normally, I’m not going to know if I’ll respond right when the time comes.”

He had a point there. She had to admit. Anyway, she was sucking him off. A little petting wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Michael sat down beside his Mother, and leaning in, kissed her. Hesitant at first, it felt a little strange. But Mary seemed to relax after a while and that encouraged him to do the same.

If he sucked at fucking, he certainly had kissing figured out, Mary thought to herself. Admitting that what had started out a little bit awkward, now had her kinda turned on. Michael was a good kisser, and she soon stopped thinking about the fact that he was her son, and just followed his lead. By the time Michael’s hands started playing with her breasts, she was already incredibly wet. She hadn’t felt this hot in a long time.

Michael was hard and Mary moved down to work on that as he continued to play with her boobs. She paid attention and with her mouth and hands she worked him, slowing down when he’d start thrusting, it was a whole five minute before he emptied his load in her hungry mouth.

“Oh Fuck, Michael.” Was all she could manage. She needed her vibrator, like now.

The house was dark when she got home from work a week or so later. There was a note on the table reminding her that he was at a friend’s house gaming and wouldn’t be home until later. It seemed oddly strange not having him around. She poured a glass of wine, kicked off her shoes and sat down on the couch, flipping through random channels on the TV. Eventually she found an interesting documentary and just enjoyed a quiet evening in.

She heard Michael come in around 11:30 and head to bed. She’d fallen asleep but had woken back up when she’d heard the door. Part of her wanted to go down the hall and ask him how his evening had gone. Part of her was craving a good cuddle. She finally decided against both and just played with her clit until she came. Sleep was easier after that.

“Mom. Can we try it without clothes on? I want to see your body.” Michael had begged.

Mary’s head reeled. She’d been having fantasies lately, and most of them led in this direction. It wasn’t a good idea. She heard herself say Yes. Adding that it might be more comfortable in the bedroom than on the couch.

She let him take her clothes off. In between kisses and caresses, he seemed intent on getting the most from the experience.

“God, Mom. You’re hot!” Michael said, drinking in her naked body.

She felt a little shiver run up her spine. He was looking at her worshipfully as he peeled his own clothes off. She could see that he was partially erect already. Her nipples felt like bullets, and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing them, sending a message to her pussy.

“Wow, Mom. Your boobs are gorgeous. Way prettier than Lita’s. Hers were small and a little droopy. Yours are like perfect. I think that’s what helps. Playing with them takes my mind off…you know.” Michael confessed as he brought his fingertips forward to touch them.

Standing next to her bed they once again embraced. Michael’s mouth finding Mary’s they melted together. Standing still like that for what seemed like forever, he eased her onto the bed, and once between kayaşehir escort her legs he slid his cock into her dripping pussy.

“Easy, baby. Nice and slow!” She managed as she came. His cock felt divine, and if she was surprised by his initiative, she had to admit that she’d wanted this too…for a while. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she had the sensation of floating within a cloud of pent up passion that just dripped away with each successive orgasm.

His kisses made her tremble, and the feeling of him within her made her feel hotter than she had in years. She was fucking Michael with her very essence. And he was fucking her back with an equal intensity.

Just past the forty-minute mark she felt his thrusts change. He was looking deep into her eyes with a kind of loving desire. He was going to cum any second, but she was so close. What harm was there in letting him finish inside her?

When it happened, she felt every throbbing spurt of his cock. She felt his sperm flood her womb. She felt… more complete than she had in ages. He kissed her passionately and thanked her before collapsing in bed next to her, his hands caressing her as they cuddled together, exhausted. They slept together for the first time since he was a baby. Mary reached down, before she fell asleep, to feel Michael’s sperm slowly running from her well fucked pussy.

It became their new normal. Fucking once or twice a day. Michael got better with each time. In a few weeks he’d gone from awkward boy to an amazing lover. They couldn’t get enough of each other.

Michael was getting together with some high school friends. She, as luck would have it had a date. Her first in forever.

Mark was nice. They caught a movie, had dinner. A classic date. Dropping her off, he walked her to the door. It was obvious that he was hoping to be invited in, but Michael’s car was in the driveway. And just the possibility of another man felt… wrong to her now. She made her excuses and beat a hasty retreat leaving Mark on the front stoop.

Michael was sitting on the couch. “Mom. We need to talk.”

“Okay, what’s on your mind, honey?” She sat down next to him.

“The party tonight. Lita was there.” He began.

“Was Brad there too?” She asked.

“No. Brad broke things off with her. She was pretty down.” Michael said.

“That’s too bad.” Mary said.

“We were hanging out and… well, she wanted to hook up. So we went upstairs and found a bed.” Michael confessed.

“Oh. Okay.” Mary said, uncertain. “How did it go?” After all, this had been the reason they’d started all this.

“She had… a great time. Way better than Brad, she said.” Michael was looking deep into Mary’s eyes. “It was… alright. It felt wrong to me. I got her off a few times, but didn’t even cum, myself. It felt like I was cheating on you. I hate that feeling.”

“I understand. My date with Mark. He wanted to come in, but I just couldn’t…” She admitted.

“The thing is, Mom. I can’t imagine anyone being better in bed than you are.” Michael said softly. “You’re the only one I want to be with.” He finished.

“You should have a normal relationship, Michael. A girlfriend.” Mary tried. But she sounded rather unconvincing.

“We’re good together Mom. You know that. Making love to you, making you happy, might feel wrong from society’s perspective. But we’re made for each other.” Michael said, taking her hands and pulling her closer. “Anyways, I have a girlfriend. She’s right here.”

Michael kissed her and felt her melt in his arms. Five minutes later they were in Mary’s bed and he was inside her, giving her what she now knew she needed. He played her like a Stradivarius. ‘Practice’ was finished. It was time for the real thing, now. Mary begged Michael for his seed and a good while later, he complied, sealing their love for good and always.

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Chapter 7 – Paradise

Daniel stood on the stairs, shrinking cock in his hand as his eyes burned into his mother’s. She was still laying on the sofa, hand covering her pussy as she occasionally twitched and moaned as aftershocks continued to wash over her. They had just watched each other cum. There was no running away, no hiding from it. Everything Daniel had worked so hard to avoid had happened. Candy now knew what a disgusting pervert her son was, masturbating over his own mother and cumming all over her staircase. Except, she had moaned his name. Was she as fucked up as he was? He didn’t have time to think about that as each second that passed felt like an hour, each terrified to move, like animals caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

Each human has an in-built system of fight or flight. In this moment, Daniel could either own up to what happened, confront Candy and talk to her like an adult or he could do the opposite, which is exactly what he did. He turned and ran, back up the stairs and into the bedroom, throwing himself under the covers and pulling them over his head. Maybe this was all a dream after all? Maybe he’d wake up any second? As more time passed it became clearer than no matter how much he wished that to be true, it wasn’t the case. Maybe Candy would just pretend like nothing happened? But how was he supposed to look his mum in the eye now? How were they ever going to be able to bond as mother and son with this huge, dirty secret hanging between them?

He froze as he heard footsteps ascending the stairs. Candy was coming. He couldn’t run. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Daniel whispered to himself as he waited to hear the bedroom door swing open. Would she kick him out of the house? Disown him forever? Would that be worse than having never met her? His anxiety was through the roof as he forced himself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down. She was at the top of the stairs now. Mere moments away from entering the room, but to Daniels’ shock, he heard another door open and close. Based on where the noise came from, Candy had gone into the spare bedroom. Apparently she was a lot like her own child, she couldn’t bear to face up to what had happened either.

Daniel spent the next hour tossing and turning, mind racing as he replayed what had happened over and over again in his mind. He was wracked with guilt and shame for what he had done, for not being able to control himself. Maybe he would just leave in the morning and never come back? No, he couldn’t do that. He’d waited twenty one years to meet her, he couldn’t run away now. One way or another, he was going to have to deal with this. Finally, at around five in the morning, exhaustion overtook him and Daniel fell asleep, but even while deep in slumber, his brain wouldn’t let him escape from what he had done. Nightmares about being in the stocks as people pelted him with childhood toys percolated his sleeping mind. His adopted parents refusing to look at him as he was sentenced to life in what the judge described as “pervert jail.” A bird pecking him in the face over and over. A never ending spiral staircase to his cell. Loneliness and despair.

Daniel woke up in a cold sweat, his nightmare still feeling oh so real as he blinked his eyes open. For a couple of minutes, the images conjured by his mind had driven out the very real images he had seen just a couple of hours earlier. Finally his memories returned. Candy lying on the sofa, fingers delving into the folds of her pussy and moaning. Him stroking himself from the stairs. Staring into each other’s eyes as they both came. Him fleeing to the safety of the bedroom. Now he remembered it all.

Before he could even think he was out of bed, pulling on his clothes and heading for the door. He needed to get out of here. He was relieved to find Candy was nowhere to be seen and after pulling on his shoes, he grabbed Steve’s old key from the hook, opened the front door and started walking. He didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t know what he was thinking, he just knew he needed to move.

After several minutes he found himself outside of a small park, the outskirts of which were lined with numerous trees, providing shade from the early morning sunshine. He decided to walk inside, following a long tarmac path between flowerbeds until he came to an open area, with the path circling around a large grassy area. There were a few people already there, a couple of middle aged women running laps of the looped path and some parents with their children. Daniel took a seat on a park bench, exhaling heavily, as if he had been holding his breath ever since he remembered the event of the previous night. As he looked around, his focus settled on a young mother and her son. The little boy must have only been about five and was kicking a football around the grass and laughing as his mum chased after him, feigning as if she was trying to get the ball and unable to do so. He couldn’t help but think that this might be what he and Candy would have been like if she hadn’t abandoned him all those years ago.

Tears suddenly welled karlıova escort up in his eyes and before he knew it he was sobbing, tears running down his cheeks as he sat in the warm morning air, staring down at the floor.

“Are you ok?” asked an unfamiliar voice. Daniel looked up and saw it was the lady that had been playing with her son, a look of concern written on her face. It made sense, a young man crying on a park bench is hardly an ordinary occurrence.

“I… I’m not sure.” Daniel replied, wiping the tears from his eyes as he did his best to compose himself in front of this stranger. She sat down on the bench next to him, keeping one eye on her son as she spoke.

“What’s your name?”

“D… Daniel.”

“I don’t want to pry Daniel, it’s not really any of my business, but whatever’s going on with you, you’ll be ok.” She looked over at him, smiling warmly. “I know I’m a stranger, but I know a lot about bad times. My brother had a lot of them.”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, he’s about your age, probably why I came over to talk with you actually, you kinda look like him.” She glanced over to her son again, who was dribbling the ball closer to the tarmac path. “Stay on the grass sweetie!” she shouted to him before continuing. “He dealt with depression for a long time. The one thing I always told him is that whatever’s going on, you need to find someone you can talk to. Someone you can be honest with. Do you have someone like that Daniel?”

Daniel smiled in response. “Yeah… yeah I do.”

“Ok, good.” The kind lady replied. “I need to get back to my son, take care of yourself Daniel, ok?”

“I will,” Daniel replied, “Thanks for the advice.” He watched the lady walk back over to her son, sweeping him up in her arms and spinning him round. Daniel smiled as he pictured Candy in his mind’s eye. He got up from the bench and started walking back towards the park exit. He knew what he needed to do now. He needed to get back to his room at the hotel and he needed to talk to Louise.

He made the walk over to the pub, heading up to his room and sitting on the bed, pulling out his phone as he looked at his open suitcase. It was hard to believe how much had happened since he had last been here and he took a moment to reflect and compose himself. Could he really tell Louise? He rubbed his thighs anxiously. There probably wasn’t anyone else in the world he was closer to, it definitely wasn’t something he could tell his adopted parents. She had always been so supportive, sympathetic, and non-judgemental in the past, there was no reason to think she wouldn’t be now.

Daniel took a deep breath and called. The phone rang and rang and rang, before going to voicemail. “Fuck,” Daniel whispered to himself as he ended the call. What was he going to do now? Thankfully he didn’t have to think for long as his phone started ringing, Louise was calling him back.

“H…hey,” Daniel said, answering the phone, voice wavering. Instantly Louise knew something was wrong.

“Hey, what’s wrong honey?” she asked sympathetically, genuine concern in her voice. “Do you need to come home?”

“I don’t know,” Daniel replied sullenly. He spent the next few minutes telling Louise about what had happened the morning before. The tense breakfast, knocking out Steve and dragging him from the house and Candy’s experiences with him that had brought her to that point.

“Oh god, that’s so awful. I’m not surprised that it shook you up, but she’s safe now right?”

“Yeah, she is, but… there’s more.”

He proceeded to tell his roommate about sharing a bed with his mum, waking up with his boner pressed against her and masturbating in her bathroom. He told her about the water fight, about staring at her soaked chest and sitting next to her on the sofa in only a towel. About the glances exchanged between them and the tension in the air, he told her how he thought she had looked at him changing in the kitchen.

“Wow… ok.” Was all Louise could muster in response.

“I’m so confused,” Daniel admitted, “and last night, it went even further.” Louise listened in silence, allowing Daniel to speak. “I woke up and she wasn’t in bed. I went to find her. She was masturbating on the sofa, with her eyes closed. I got hard and… and… I started masturbating too.”

“Holy shit…” Louise muttered, but Daniel just kept going. Now that he had started unburdening his soul, he needed to get this finished.

“Right before we both came, she moaned my name. She opened her eyes and she saw me. We saw each other… cum. I ran back to bed and she slept in the spare room. I haven’t spoken to her since it happened. I think I might have fucked this all up Louise.” The line was quiet for a moment. “Are you still there?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah, sorry, just, that’s a lot to take in.” Louise replied in a hushed voice. There was silence for a few seconds before she spoke again. “How did she look?”

“What?” Daniel asked, confused by the question.

“How did she look? When she realized you were watching her? Shocked? kars escort Disgusted? Happy?”

“I don’t know, I mean, surprised at first, but she didn’t look away. She just kept staring into my eyes.”

“Did she try to cover herself up? Or stop you from looking?”

“No, no she didn’t.” Daniel replied as realization slowly crept over him.

“Listen Daniel, from everything you’ve said, I think she’s just as interested in you as you are in her. But you need to be careful and you need to talk to her, really talk to her. You went to her for answers and if you don’t face this, you’re never going to get those answers.” Louise’s voice was calm and rational and Daniel took them to heart.

“Yeah, you’re right, thanks Louise.” He paused for a second. “I guess I should go talk to her, she’s probably worried about where I am.”

“Yeah, you should. Call me later if you need me ok?”

Daniel and Louise said their goodbyes and with a new perspective, he started packing up his things. Once his case and backpack were ready to go, he headed downstairs and settled his bill with the landlord. They exchanged a warm handshake and Daniel was on his way. As he walked back to his mum’s house, suitcase trundling along behind him, he pictured what would happen in his mind. He didn’t know how it would play out, but he needed to do this. For himself and for Candy. He once again stood outside that familiar door and taking a deep breath, he pushed the spare key into the lock, swinging the door open and stepping inside.

Candy was in the middle of the living room, hoover in hand as she vacuumed the carpet. The noise from the domestic appliance meant that she didn’t hear Daniel enter and he took a moment to look at her. She was wearing a pink top which she had tied up to show off her midriff and a pair of small denim shorts that only covered just below her ass, showing off her curves beautifully. Her hair was tied in a tight, messy bun so she could keep it out of her eyes as she worked. As she turned her body towards him, he could see that the top had a plunging neckline, showing off ample amounts of cleavage, making him think back to the day before when he had laid on top of her wet body. From looking at her, it seemed like she had made an effort to dress provocatively and he couldn’t help wondering if it was because of what had happened last night.

Finally she turned and noticed Daniel standing near the door. She jumped slightly before relief washed over her face. The hoover was discarded and it toppled to the ground as she rushed across the room, wrapping him in her arms and covering his cheek in kisses. “I was so worried!” She exclaimed as she hugged him tightly, “don’t disappear on me like that!”

Before he could think, Daniel replied, saying, “I guess I learnt that trick from you.”

Candy pulled back, looking a little upset, before taking it in stride. “I guess I deserve that. I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah, we do.” Daniel replied nervously. Candy took Daniel by the hand and led him over to the sofa. The very same sofa he had watched her masturbate on last night. They sat down next to each other and it was clear that neither of them knew where to start. Finally, Daniel spoke up. “Candy?” he asked, taking his Mum’s hand. “Why did you do it? Why did you abandon me? Didn’t you love me? Didn’t you want me?” He started to well up, but used every ounce of strength he had to hold back the tears that threatened to come. He had waited so long for this, he needed to hear the answer. He looked at his Mum, whose face was covered with regret and anguish, she took a second to compose herself before replying.

“I was very young. I met a boy. I ended up pregnant. He didn’t want me to keep the baby. To keep you.” She reached out, taking Daniel’s hand in hers. “We argued about it and he dumped me. I was devastated. He was the first boy I ever loved and I felt lost without him. My parents refused to help me, they were ashamed of me, they said that I’d brought it on myself. I decided to keep you, but after a few months I was lonely and had no money, no support. He came back to me. He said we could be together again…”

Candy sobbed gently, scrunching up her eyes. “I regret it so much. I have done every day since I left that hospital.” She looked into Daniel’s eyes earnestly and he knew she was telling the truth.

“He said that he would support me until you were born, but that we had to leave, leave you, behind.” Candy pulled Daniel close, wrapping her arm around his back and resting her head on his shoulder.

“I was young and stupid. Leaving you in that hospital was the worst thing I ever did. I moved away with him, away from my parents, away from everyone. I didn’t know at the time, but he was already using drugs, hard drugs. When we moved, it got worse and worse, to the point he would do anything for his next fix.” Candy trembled gently as she spoke.” Eventually, he tried offering me to his dealer, as payment.”

Daniel scowled in anger, balling up his fists. Candy felt his body tense and started to rub karşıyaka escort his back soothingly. “That was when I left for good. I realized he didn’t care about me, just the drugs. He wasn’t the person I once loved. Once I got settled in my own place, I tried looking for you, but by the time I found you, the adoption process was complete. You’d already been through enough and I didn’t want to tear you away from people that wanted you. I hated myself y’know. I had discarded you, I didn’t feel worthy of being a mother, of being your mother and so I did my best to forget about you, but I never could.” Candy tried to keep talking, but words failed her, instead pulling Daniel to her chest and cradling his head in her arms as she gently kissed him on the head. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the closeness and security of each other’s embrace. “I’m so sorry Daniel.” Candy said, voice faltering and quivering with emotion, tears starting to form.

Daniel pulled himself from her motherly breast, bringing his face in line with hers, mother and son staring deep into each other’s baby blue eyes. “It’s ok Mum, I forgive you, it was a long time ago and I’m just glad you’re in my life now,” Daniel said. His words caused Candy’s tears to finally fall as she pulled her baby boy into her arms, squeezing him as hard as she could, as if she never wanted to let go.

After the tears had stopped, Candy released her embrace, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue before a serious look came over her. “That isn’t all we need to talk about though son, we need to talk about last night too.” A shiver went down Daniels spine, he’d totally forgotten about what had happened during the emotion of the moment, but now the anxiety was back and it was back with a vengeance. “We’re both adults and I think it’s clear that you’re into me sexually. I’ve spent so much of my life making other people happy and doing what I’m told. Never taking a chance, a leap of faith. No more. From now on, I’m taking what I want, and right now, I want you”

Candy got up from the sofa, standing in front of her son. Her tears were gone and she looked powerful and confident as she stood before him, in a way that Daniel had never seen before. “You’ve treated me so well, better than any man ever has before.” She got on her knees, pushing apart Daniel’s legs and running her hands sensually along his thighs, closer to his crotch. “I won’t lie, I’m into you too Daniel, more than a mother should be into her son” her hand completed its journey and met Daniel’s member through his jeans and she started to rub him slowly, causing him to swell. Daniel went to speak, but Candy pressed her finger against his lips, gently shushing him. “I want to show you how much I appreciate you son, all you have to do is tell me to stop,” Candy lent down and started covering the bulge in Daniel’s pants with kisses, “and I’ll stop.” She looked up at him, waiting to see if he would stop her, but he didn’t. She squeezed his shaft, smiling up at him with a naughty grin and Daniel left out a soft moan of approval.

Her lithe fingers moved to Daniel’s belt buckle, unfastening it hurriedly as she raised herself up on her knees, leaning towards Daniel and planting a soft kiss on his lips. Daniel’s body initially tensed, his heart leaping into his throat as a shiver ran over him, finally relaxing into the softness and warmth of his mother, starting to kiss her back. As they kissed Candy’s hands undid the button of his jeans and started to slowly pull down his zipper as they each got familiar with the other’s taste. The arousal in Daniel was starting to build and he parted his lips, welcoming Candy’s tongue into his hungry mouth, the two of them exploring each other for the first time. Candys eyes fluttered and she moaned softly against him as she melted against her son’s strong frame, forgetting about his hard cock for a few seconds, lost in the lust and excitement of the moment.

When their lips parted, they were each short of breath, staring deep into each other’s eyes, foreheads pressed together. The power of the moment was overwhelming as they each breathed in sync, hearts pounding in their respective chests. They had both wanted this, but now that the moment was finally here, it was hard to believe. “Last chance,” Candy whispered sensually as her hand slid inside the band of Daniel’s boxers, “are you sure you want this?”

“Please…” Daniel moaned softly, eyes flicking between Candy’s face and her hand, squirming in his seat as he waited impatiently to feel her soft skin against his throbbing member for the first time. Candys hand started to slowly slide inside of the small cotton undergarments separating her from her son’s sex. She smiled at Daniel, lust and arousal in her eyes, enjoying the power she felt as she saw the neediness etched across his face. This couldn’t be any more different from when she was with Steve, she felt in control, confident and safe and she loved being able to tease Daniel so exquisitely. Her digits slid down his pelvis, enjoying the warmth of his skin, feeling him tremble gently under her touch, listening to every soft inhale of breath as she got closer and closer. Finally her fingertips met the base of his shaft, Daniel letting out a long, low moan of satisfaction as Candy wrapped herself around him, using her other hand to pull him free of his boxers.

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I woke up around 6:30am on Thursday morning, enjoying that sweet drowsiness that comes with a good night’s sleep. As I lay there, I let my thoughts once again returning to the events of the day before. Had I really done… that? Really had sex with… my son? Twice? It seemed surreal to me, like out of a dream, and I was mildly confused to find I was completely naked. Then I remembered the passionate lovemaking with Rich afterwards, and falling asleep with him.

Surprisingly, the fears and worries that had been plaguing me over the last several weeks did not reappear. I knew full well they were still there, loitering in the back of my mind, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce. As I stretched and yawned I told myself all of that could wait.

I got out of bed and went to use the bathroom. The air was humid and I could faintly detect the scent of Rich’s aftershave, signs that he was already up and showered. He was probably already in a phone meeting with his east coast colleagues down in his office.

For some reason, I opted not to put clothes on and instead just threw on my robe, tying the front as I walked down the hall to the kitchen. Rich had already made a pot of coffee and I helped myself to a cup, then settled into the couch, enjoying the quiet of the morning.

I knew I still had quite a bit of work to finish up before I could take Friday off, but I couldn’t take my mind off recent events. It took me a while to face the truth and finally admit to myself that I had loved every minute of my time with Dylan, loved having him inside me, loved pleasuring him, giving him satisfaction. I knew I needed to get in the shower and get my day started, but there was a big part of me that was hoping he would be up for some fun before work.

I heard soft footsteps coming down the hall, and looked up in time to see Jenna sleepily walking into the kitchen, wearing a tank top and some loose shorts. She smiled and mumbled good morning, as she helped herself to some coffee, then came and sat down next to me. She leaned up against my shoulder and sighed contentedly. Her body felt good against mine, and we sat there for a few moments, enjoying the tranquility together.

Jenna yawned, and then said, “I feel like a zombie… Dylan woke me up at like 4am, he was super hard and was pushing up against me, so I let him fuck me… he went back to sleep but I couldn’t, for some reason. After a while I figured I might as well get up.”

“Is there something on your mind, or just insomnia?”

“I guess maybe there is… kinda yes, kinda no, to be honest… I said goodbye to Leo yesterday. I didn’t think it would be that hard to do, but I think I am going to miss seeing him.”

“Oh. Wow. I’m so sorry to hear that. I think you told me he was leaving town soon?”

“Yeah, his family is heading out to Arizona, I think, for the wedding. It was really fun being with him. We both knew it wouldn’t last, which kinda… made things even more kinky, in a way. I still can’t believe some of the things we did. I feel kinda bad about some of it, to be honest.”

“Like what do you mean?”

“Like… please don’t get upset, or judge me, but a lot of the time he would call his fiancée when we were messing around.”

“Call his fiancée?”

“Yeah. The first time it happened we were lying in bed after we’d had sex, and she called. He answered the phone and started talking to her. I wasn’t really paying attention but then I saw him pointing to his dick. I shook my head at first, but then the more I thought about it, it kinda seemed hot, so I sucked him while he talked to her.

“After that, we took it further, like him on the phone while I was riding him. Or he would put his phone on speakerphone and put it on stomach while he was eating me, or on my lower back as he fucked me from behind, so he could talk to her while he was messing with me.

“It was kinky at first but then I told him we needed to talk about it, because I felt really bad I was doing all that with someone else’s fiancée. We weren’t in love, it was just sex and fun, but still… he’s someone else’s guy. He felt bad about it too, and then opened up about how he kinda felt trapped and wasn’t sure he even wanted to get married. He said there was a part of him that felt like his life was ending. I mean, he said he did love his fiancée and wanted to be with her; but there was a part of him that wanted to be free.”

“I can understand that feeling. It’s pretty common. I remember having similar feelings before your Dad and I got married. As it turned out, he felt the same way. We both knew we wanted to be together, but also weren’t confident we could be dedicated to only one person, particularly when it came to sex. We found a solution that worked for us, but it took a lot of communication, open minds, and a complete absence of jealousy.”

“It’s kinda what Mandy and Trevor have.”

“I hope it’s what they have. It seems like it’s working for them, but…”

“You’re worried all the family kaman escort sex is going to impact them. Like me having sex with Trevor will drive a wedge between them, and between me and Mandy.”

“Yes… how did you… ah. I see. Your father told you that, didn’t he.”

“He did. You have nothing to worry about, Mom. Trevor is sweet and he is a lot of fun to be with. But I’m not interested in him for anything more than that. He feels the same way. And Mandy and I have talked about it a lot. She’s totally ok with it, especially now that she’s found a…”

Jenna’s abrupt stop to her sentence caught my attention, and I said, “Found a… what did Mandy find?”

Jenna didn’t respond for several moments. I tried to give her some time, but then said, “Jenna? What did Mandy find?”

Jenna sat up and turned towards me, then said, “Mom, I… I shouldn’t have said anything, but… ok, so like I need you to not freak out when I tell you this… Mandy is going to be so pissed at me… please, Mom, promise you won’t lose your mind.”

I became very concerned and said, “Sweetheart, I promise. Is everything ok? Did something happen to Mandy?”

“Well, yes, and no… I mean… she’s fine, totally fine. And she was going to tell you on her own, but like, couldn’t figure out the best way to. Ugh, maybe it’s better I’m telling you instead of her. I don’t know.”

I reached over and put my hands on Jenna’s hands, and said, “Please, Jenna, tell me. I won’t lose my mind. Honest.”

Jenna looked deep in my eyes, then said, “Ok. Fine. So… after I told Mandy about my sugar daddy experiences, she got kinda interested. She talked with Trevor about it a lot. And then they both talked to me about it, about helping Mandy find a sugar daddy or two. And so I helped her get her profile together and helped her find the right guy to meet up with.”

As she spoke I felt my stomach turn to lead, like I had swallowed a stone. My first reaction was anger, rage, and I looked down at the ground. I breathed in deeply several times, letting those emotions flow out of me, only for them to be replaced with disappointment and sadness. I took a few more deep breaths and then looked up at Jenna.

Before I could speak she said, “Please don’t be mad, Mom. Please. I know you don’t like it. But it’s been so good for me, and they could really use the money. And the guy she met up with is super sweet and gentle. And rich.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say. I calmed myself again, then said, “Thank you for telling me. You’re right. I don’t like it, at all.”

Jenna began to talk, and I held up my hand and said, “I know, I know. It’s helped you out financially, and I’m sure it will help Mandy out as well. And I have no room to judge or push back, considering my history and many of the things I’ve done. I just… I don’t know what to say.”

“Thank you for not losing it on me. I would hate that. I would never want to hurt you or disappoint you.”

“I know, sweetheart. I appreciate that. And I know you are your own woman and know how to make smart choices. I’m learning to accept that.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

I leaned back and took a sip of my coffee. Jenna leaned up against my shoulder again, and we sat there in the silence for a few more minutes.

I said, “I suppose your father already knows about this?”

“He does.”

“And what was his reaction?”

“He checked the guy out online, verified he was the real deal, was who he said he was.”

“And exactly who is he?”

“He’s kinda like the sugar daddy I have here… only a little older… kinda short, pudgy white guy… in his mid-50’s, wife spends most of her time visiting friends, vacationing in Europe, the Caribbean, New Mexico, other places. Both his daughters are grown and out of the house. He does financial advising or planning, or something like that. He’s a lonely workaholic and is looking for some companionship.”

I sighed, and tried to put my scattered thoughts into words. “So she’s already met up with him?”

“Yeah. They spent some time together Monday night, at a really nice hotel. She spent the night there, then came home to spend some time with Dylan.”

“Ah. So… when she cleared out of her place so that you and Dylan could have some fun, she didn’t go over to some friends. Instead, she… was with him.”

“Yep. And I think she’s supposed to see him again, tonight.”

I nodded, then said, “Well… I don’t like it, but I also know I can’t stop it… I know you’re careful and are helping Mandy to be careful as well. I just… I just hope it doesn’t become your future career.”

Jenna laughed and said, “Definitely not. But it’s so much fun. I mean, like, these men are so sweet and kind, and generous. I feel so bad for them, they are just starved for attention and affection. And it makes me feel so good to give that to them. The sex isn’t the greatest, but it is so satisfying to satisfy them, if that makes sense.”

“It makes perfect sense, kapaklı escort sweetheart. I’m the same way. I love making other people feel good, making them happy. So will your sugar daddy here be able to survive without you when we’re at Tahoe next week?”

“Oh yes. He’s getting all the attention he can handle. In fact, I’m supposed to go see him in like, an hour or so.”

I smiled and shook my head, and said, “I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

“I will. In fact, I meant to ask you… do you mind if I go through your lingerie drawer and pick out another outfit to wear for him?”

“Um… sure. What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know… something kinda sexy, kinda slutty…”

“Hmmm… I think I have something like that; do you want to go back and take a look with me?”

She said yes, and we moved back to the bedroom. She sat down on the loveseat and I pulled open my lingerie drawer and started showing her some of my outfits. As I moved the knot keeping my robe together slipped apart, and my robe opened up as I turned, giving Jenna a glimpse underneath.

“Wow, Mom! I didn’t know you were naked under your robe.”

“Yes… after last night’s fun with Dylan, and then your dad, I was so sleepy I didn’t bother putting on any night clothes.”

“Mmm. You look delicious. And how did it go with Dylan, anyway?”

I gave her an incredulous look and said, “Are you telling me he didn’t give you all the details last night, after we went to bed?”

She grinned and said, “He did, but it was mostly like… how blown away he was, at getting to be with you, how amazing you felt and tasted, like he can’t believe it all actually happened.”

I shook my head and said, “I’m having a hard time coming to grips with it, myself. It was… a big step to take. I’m glad we did it. I feel so much closer to him now, than before. And you, and Mandy. It’s not what I would have chosen for any of us, but… it seems to be the new reality, for better or worse.”

“It’s definitely a change, and very kinky. I’m loving it. But… you didn’t answer my question.”

“I didn’t?”

“No. Tell me how it was with him! I’m dying to know.”

I sat down on the bed, across from her, and said, “It was… really intense. And fun. He needs a little practice with his tongue; his cock felt… amazing.”

“Doesn’t he have the most gorgeous cock? Like nice and smooth, nice and thick and long, with just a hint of an upwards curve to it. I can’t get enough of it, and neither can Mandy.”

I couldn’t believe I was having a conversation with my daughter about her brother’s cock, my son’s cock. It was surreal and I didn’t even know how to respond. I finally said, “It is a very good looking cock. And it felt really good inside me.”

“It gets me wet just thinking about it, to be honest.”

I looked at her and smiled, and said, “Me too.”

A moment later she was on her knees in front of me, spreading my legs apart as I instinctively laid back on the bed. I felt her tongue begin to probe my pussy, taking in the flavors from the night before. After cleaning off my pussy lips, she thrust her tongue deep inside of me, searching for any remaining gobs of cum from both Dylan and Rich.

I let out a low gasp, then moaned loudly as she recentered on my clit, her nimble tongue flitting rapidly. I opened my eyes and looked down, and saw that Jenna was looking up at me, a look of pleasure on her face.

She began stroking my stomach as she ate me, then reached up to caress my breasts and squeeze my nipples. The thought that she was getting soaking wet while eating me, and that soon I would be tasting her, drove me over the edge. I began to cum, my body shaking, my breathing ragged, whimpers and moans coming from my open mouth.

I laid back as she finished working her tongue around my pussy, licking me completely clean from last night’s sex. I breathed in deeply as the pleasure faded within me, then looked up and patted the bed next to me. Jenna grinned and stood up, slipping out of her shorts and tank top and laying back, her legs wide for me to enjoy the sweet wetness within.

I got down on my knees and leaned in close, breathing in both the scent of her pussy as well as that of Dylan’s cum from earlier that morning. I put my thumbs on either side of her pussy and spread her lips open. Jenna was extremely wet, and I watched as a thick, clear drop of her wetness moved slowly down to the bottom edge of her pussy.

Eagerly I lapped it up, savoring her sweet flavor, eliciting a gentle gasp of pleasure out of her as my tongue gently grazed her clit. I dove deeper and was rewarded with a long, thick string of Dylan’s cum. I teased it out and scooped it up on my tongue, then stood up and leaned over to kiss Jenna.

We kissed gently, her small tongue swirling over mine, tasting the gob of Dylan’s cum resting there. She let out a soft moan and we kissed deeper, more passionately, before I broke away and returned to pleasuring karabağlar escort her pussy with my tongue.

As she had done to me, I did to her, licking her clean from the sex she had had the night before and earlier that morning. It made my head momentarily spin as I thought about her pussy taking loads from both her father and her brother, and for a brief moment I envisioned them double-teaming her, Rich’s cock in her mouth while Dylan pumped her from behind. There was a part of me that desperately wanted to see that happen — both for Jenna and for Mandy. And… for me.

The thought sent a thrill through me but I set it aside, as Jenna’s cries and moans were becoming louder and more urgent, and I knew she was close to cumming. I focused in on her clit and soon had her shaking and moaning loudly as her orgasm burst inside of her, leaving her body limp and her eyes closed.

I let her rest and enjoy her fading orgasm, and went back to pulling outfits out of my lingerie drawer. I found several bodysuits and teddys she might like to wear. They were a mix of satin and lace, and could be worn under just about anything. I heard her beginning to move and looked over.

She was sitting up, a drowsy look in her beautiful blue eyes. She gave me a smile and said, “You’re the best, Mom. You’re so good with your tongue. Mandy is really good, too, but…”

I smiled back at her and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know I certainly did. You taste so incredibly good. It’s addicting.”

She smiled, then came and stood next to me, looking over my lingerie. “Ooh… I really like that one.”

She held up a white satin and lace teddy, looking at the front and the back. I said, “You’re more than welcome to take it, hopefully he enjoys seeing you in it.”

“Oh, he definitely will. He has a thing for white lingerie. He loves it when I wear his wife’s white lingerie, the set she wore when they got married.”

I shook my head, biting my tongue, then realized I had lost track of time and looked at the clock on my bedside.

“I didn’t realize it was so late. I need to get going.”

Jenna responded, “Ooh. You’re right. I need to get going too.”

As she walked out of the bedroom she turned her head and said, “Bye, Mom, thank you… that was fun.”

I smiled at her, then headed for the bathroom. I took a quick shower, wishing I had more time to enjoy the hot water. I dried off and put on lotion, did my hair and makeup, and then got dressed. I didn’t have any showings for the day, so put on a bra, thong, and comfortable sundress with a light sweater over the top.

I walked out to the living room, and heard, “Whoa. You look great, Mom.”

I turned and saw Dylan, standing in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. I said, “Good morning, sweetheart… thank you, I’m just about ready to head to work.”

“Do you have a showing today, or some meetings?”

“No, none that I’m aware of. I took care of most of those earlier this week. But I do have a few more things I need to finish up before taking tomorrow off.”

He nodded and then smiled at me and said, “Mom, last night… it was so amazing. I just… wanted to say thank you, again. I still can’t believe it happened, and how good it was. You’re just so…”

I blushed slightly and said, “Thank you, sweetheart. I had a lot of fun last night, too.”

He gave me a look and said, “I was… kind of… like… hoping we could… have some more fun, before you go to work?”

I smiled back at him, unsure of what to say. I knew my body wanted his body, wanted to feel him inside me. And I didn’t want to disappoint him, especially since we had just started being intimate with each other.

“Dylan, I would love to, but I do need to get to work, unfortunately.”

I saw the disappointment in his eyes, and so I said, “What… what did you have in mind?”

He brightened up and said, “It doesn’t have to take very long, honest… I was hoping we could…”

His voice trailed off as my phone rang. I saw that it was Tammy, my assistant, and answered the call. I began my conversation with Tammy and told Dylan to hold on, indicating to him the phone call would only take a moment.

The information Tammy was calling about was in my briefcase, which was sitting on my desk in my home office. I walked in there to get it, motioning to Dylan to follow me in.

He sat down in one of my overstuffed chairs, sipping his coffee as I sat down opposite him, looking through my files for the information Tammy needed.

As I talked with Tammy I watched his eyes. At first they were focused on mine, and we shared a brief smile; then I saw his eyes drop as he looked over my legs. I decided to have a little fun with him and spread my legs apart, letting him look up my dress.

His face froze, then he swallowed hard and looked up at me, an expectant, eager look on his face. I gave him another smile and he got on his knees and moved toward me, placing himself between my legs, his hands outstretched to touch my legs and thighs.

I let him caress me while I continued my conversation with Tammy. It was clear I needed to head into work sooner rather than later. I felt Dylan caressing the lace thong I had put on under my dress, gasping slightly as his fingers moved across the crotch.

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Daddy Dearest Ch. 03

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Note – All the characters here are more than 18 years old. This is a fictional Incest, porn without plot. Nothing here is real life. It’s just an imaginary story.

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Preface- A daughter feels lost between her daddy’s love and lust. A Daddy gets entangled with his own daughter’s horny, lusty and kinky tantrums.

Even after realizing her love for him as a man instead of a father, what would she do? Will they succeed to create a balance or will the lusty, sinful chaos interrupt their beautiful relationship.

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Daddy Dearest -3

Taylor was up to her new prank to seduce her daddy. She had ordered pizza for both herself and her daddy. She was waiting impatiently while Jack was down alone in his study.

Once the doorbell rang she came down with a towel covering her naked body adorned with a harness. Ready to play her prank to seduce her daddy.

She took the delivery and was paying. The moment Jack came out to see who it was she left her towel to the ground showing herself to the pizza delivery guy.

That guy was stunned and Jack was highly annoyed. That guy was drooling for her and seeing her naked he came forward with lust and tried reaching Taylor’s erect nipples.

Soon there was a huge punch on his jaw making him lose his stand and stumble a few steps back. The delivery guy was held up again and punched on his face with his lips bursting out with blood.

Jack was fuming. “How dare you look at her haaaa… How dare you try touching what is mine…you fucking b@$!@^d..” Jack screamed louder.. making both the guy and Taylor shiver.

He immediately grabbed the towel and covered her within his big arms. Asked the pizza guy to leave immediately if he fears for his life. Pizza guy was frozen, trembling, looking at Jack.

Taylor was looking at her daddy in fear, with love and fright of what would happen next, with her raging daddy, who was so weak for her safety and chastity.

Pizza guy left in a hurry. After closing the door behind, Jack turned to Taylor in his arms covered in a towel. He was furious like hell. He threw the towel and looked at her deeply.

Her fragile body all adorned with harnesses. What a sinful sight it was. Her red harnesses held her big boobs tighter and went down to her hips holding her pussy.

Jack saw her erect nipples which made him hard every morning when they slept together. Her curves were just so gorgeously carved.. like a masterpiece. Her cunt tightly bound between the harness oozing slick on her pussy lips.

He knew how needy she was. That made him crazy for her. His manhood twitched hard aching to bits. He didn’t think much as Taylor was scared of her father. His eyes glared at her face letting her know how furious he was.

He lifts her up easily like the same towel over his shoulders slaps her ass cheeks hard making her moan louder. He places her on the kitchen counter. Her naked body shivers feeling the cold on that chilly winter night.

He turns her to the counter with her bare boobs pressed hard against the cold kitchen counter and her ass perked up to face him. Taylor was dying inside feeling the cold kitchen counter, her hot daddy’s anger and lust clouding her mind and her body craving with needs.

Jack folds up his white office shirt’s sleeves, takes the kitchen rubber spatula and hits her ass harshly.. Taylor moans.. “How dare you make him look at you this way Tay.. Don’t you know you are mine.. Don’t you know you belong to me..” he shouted.

Without any warning he thrusts his two fingers inside her leaky cunt. She closes her eyes, squeezing herself with cold to the front of her boobs and rough insertion of her daddy’s big fingers at the back. She feels the pain and grunts a low “aaahgghhh, daddy it hurts..”

Jack pulled her chin up harshly with one hand.. “it hurts right.. you know how it hurts me to see you like this. Allowing strangers to touch you.. do you know how it hurts?” He shouted again.

His fingers go rough inside as his other hands over her shoulders grip her roughly. He slides in pace and soon she moans louder with pain “Daddy.. It hurts.. pls go slow..uuuuggghhh, daddy.. ummmm..”

Jack doesn’t care and continues to scissor her hard. “You know how it hurts that I can’t give myself to you… baby.. you know how it hurts that I can’t give you what you want, for the first time. Do you know how badly I want to give you everything, but can’t give you bcoz I love you more.. Do you know that?”

Taylor’s tears rolled down her cheeks with pain as Jack was too harsh and rough, but she continued to grunt with pain and speak.. “don’t hesitate daddy.. I’ve already accepted you as mine. I’ll not let you go away. Not let you have anyone else other than me daddy.. it’s only me for you.. fuck me hard daddy.. please claim me as yours”

Jack was lost in the intimate moment but Taylor’s words made him more weak for her. He leans down on her lightly and kisses her bare back facing him. He enters his third finger deep inside seeing her wet and kağızman escort feeling the tightness of her virgin cunt.

His other hand slapped her jiggling ass to add to her soreness. She moans louder “Daddy.. Uuuggghhh, it’s hurting bad Daddy…I can’t anymore.. aaagghhh…Please let me cum daddy..” she moans louder

Jack continues and touches her prostate and the spot she was feeling more sensitive than before. He hits the Same spot repeatedly and his hips too thrusts along with his finger thrusts feeling the intimacy.

Taylor screams as he hits her hard on the same spot, and blood droplets reach her pussy lips. He feels enough but gives it hard.. hitting her weak spot and she screams in pleasure “Daddy I’m cumming.. aaagggghhh… Daddy.. I’m cumming.. daddy”

Jack feels the walls clenching and slows his pace and she cums hard on his fingers. Her juices leak a little more than ever to make her squirt for the first time.

Seeing blood Jack’s heart clenches just like Taylor’s pussy walls and he slowly slides his fingers out of her with slick oozing out of her pussy along with his fingers.

She plops over the kitchen counter panting and relaxing for a while until Jack lifts her up within his arms, takes her into his room, laying her on his bed.

He removes the harnesses off her. Feeling her soft skin, making his erection aching to make him go mad. Even then, he cleans her well, even her privates, and makes her wear his big sized Tee.

He applies the ointment again on her sore ass. He looks at his daughter smiling with tears in her eyes and body with pain. He knew he went rough on her now. His eyes go glossy and he pecks her lips in love.

“Tay.. behave. I can’t be there for you everywhere, everytime to protect you from strangers. Don’t make me punish you bad Tay. You have no idea how harsh I can go if I need to protect you from the world. You have no idea how I’ll kill anyone who would hurt you. That includes me as well..” He said painfully.

Taylor was shocked listening to her father. Even her eyes moisten and she pulls him closer to her face and kisses him deep. She was finger fucked now but she melted looking at him.

She hugs him and cries her heart out. “I tried looking for other boys, daddy. But there is none like you. There is no one on this earth who would love me like you do. So I’m not able to love anyone else, daddy. It’s not my fault. Believe me, daddy”

Jack hugs back with the same passion and they stay like that for a while. Taylor whispers “Daddy just for this night, pls sleep with me like before please. I promise to remain a good girl until morning. I swear she says.”

Jack’s moist eyes curve up with a smile, seeing her adorable horny request. Feeling his manhood still erect. He says “wait a bit pup. Just for the old times we will be together now”

Saying this he goes to the bathroom, undresses himself and jerks himself longer thinking of his sinful daughter’s attire just a few mins ago. Knowing she was outside the door hearing him grunt, made him hornier.

Her bouncy boobs, her erect buds, her gorgeous curves, her unholy cunt, her lust filled eyes, her seducing lips, her glowing skin, her desires all for him.. ohh how weak he was for her.. to release his loads of cum go waste in the bathroom shower.

His low grunts make Tay horny with her thoughts and she bites her own lips not to let her lust take over her mind. As she had to keep her daddy with her tonight and act up nice.

She controls her hands wanting to feel the wetness, touching her sore pussy which was abused just now. As Jack grunted louder, Taylor couldn’t control and got up, opening the bathroom door and seeing her father jerking hard and loud for her.

She naturally presses her bulging boobs in one hand testing her tits. She takes her fingers inside her pussy giving them a hard rub and fucking herself again. She syncs with Jack on every move.

As Jack jerks faster she too slides her fingers faster.. as he was reaching his high.. she was also reaching her orgasm. He unloads. Loads of his cum into his hands.. she cums into her fingers.

Even before Jack turns around and looks again…she runs back to bed with cum smeared on her cunt, thighs and pussy. She controls herself not to indulge in those thoughts again just to have her daddy sleep with her, cuddle with her like earlier days.

Jack soon joins her back with his usual boxers and spoons his almost naked daughter with their touch- almost skin to skin. He feels warm and horny. But both control their lust which was already building up again with their semi naked proximity.

He feels his erection high again but ignores and spoons her close like before. His big palms are craving to grab and abuse her bigger boobs but he snakes her waist instead.

They sleep their way to the dawn with lust filled in their minds until morning making their wet dreams a lot wetter. She feels elated all night and after a long time both of them enjoy and feel maraş escort a blissful night.

Jack hardens on his erection naturally with night and Taylor feels happy to have that proximity of his cock touching her ass that close. But they wanted each other so badly that they held back their urges.

Again by morning the same sexual tension between the daughter and her daddy kicks off like forever. Days passed by with both of them fighting against their own heart, lust, needs, cravings and desires.

Until One day it so happened that when Jack reached home a little earlier than usual, seeing everything dark. He saw Taylor’s room was closed too. He heard giggles and moans from her room.

He couldn’t wait any longer and knocked on the door. Taylor came out, closing the door behind. She was wearing a really skimpy party wear in golden shimmer just like her glitzy skin tone. Jack’s eyes just popped out looking at her.

Jack couldn’t hold back.. “Tay.. What is this? Do you call these clothes?” And why are you dressed up this late?” He was easily angry with her these days.

Taylor said “Daddy, these are the fashion of the new generation.. isn’t it easy to get banged? ” She turned all around showing herself from front to back, to her daddy. “isn’t it easy for boys to access me daddy.. to touch me deep even in parties with people around? Just like how you want daddy.”

Jack immediately replies “I absolutely didn’t mean this Tay.. are you going insane? And who’s there inside why do I hear a boy’s voice, who’s the other girl?” He was curious.

Taylor “ohh don’t worry daddy, it’s just Howie and Amy my friends, they are a couple.. they are showing me how to get intimate with boys.. you know to go to the depth.. you know…” she bit her lips and lowered her eyes shyly making Jack think all he wanted.

Jack just couldn’t control anymore and opened her room door to see the shocked Howie and Amy on Taylor’s bed.. barely covered and intimate with each other.

Howie was over Amy and had Amy’s boobs in his hands and her pussy was taking in Howie’s cock like it was its home. Jack immediately came out feeling ashamed.

Taylor who was standing by the door unbothered with a sly smile on her lips.. “told you they are a couple.. They were teaching me how to get into a boy’s bed and his pants.. you know like live porn..”

Jack was furious at the way Taylor was behaving.. his hands pulled her closer and looking deep into her eyes, he held her jaw tighter, pulled her close to his face.

“Listen Tay.. You better stop where you’re heading to.. I know you way too much, not to understand the actual intention you are working up on. Listen up pup, I’m giving you just a few mins now, better change your clothes to something comfy and behave.. I know how to teach you a lesson otherwise”

Taylor “Ok daddy.. I don’t want to upset you over anything.. I’ll immediately change in my room” she wickedly ponders.

Jack “No. Wait.. there is that Howie guy in there, not there, you can change in the guest bedroom instead..”

Taylor, pressing her lips not to smile widely, “Are you sure daddy, you want me to change my dress, in the guest room?”

Jack “It’s better than showing off to those horny kids, you are almost naked anyways” with a visible annoyance on his face.

Taylor “Sure daddy wait up.. I’ll be there soon.”

Jack was on his balcony waiting for Taylor to change her clothes. He was brought out of his thoughts when Taylor rushed to him.. in the same clothes with fear in her mind.

Taylor took a long time hugging him as his hands snaked around her waist holding her up to his crotch. “Don’t repeat your prank darling, You have pulled this act before.. Just some time ago.. Don’t act up with your papa, love.”

Taylor replied immediately.. “I was really scared Daddy, Guest room had no power, and the room below was locked as usual, only you work inside that room. So either I have to go back to my room or come here… either I have to change with my friends or here”

Jack was annoyed “Don’t act up princess, You know Daddy can get furious.. Right.. Behave and change into comfy clothes, I’m not letting you go out in these clothes Tay.. he pecked her forehead” in love as a habit.

Taylor “then let me ask you straight Daddy.. Why can’t we both do all the things Howie and Amy could do.. How does age matter daddy when I want you badly, When I need you for everything.. When I know that you have the same passion as I have for you..?”

Jack pushed her away from him.. “Stop daydreaming Taylor.. You are no child any more.. Get a grip over your desires.. Not everyone can take me.. Holding her chin up harshly grazing his fingers smoothly over her wet lips..

“It’s definitely not you, love.. You are too delicate for your daddy. You have no power to hold my urges Tay..” he looks at her eyes glistening with tears and pecks her lips with love instinctively.

Taylor said “Then teach me everything daddy, teach me how to handle kahta escort your love. How to make you weak for me. Teach me how to make you happier, daddy. Teach me how to please you and take you to heaven with me Daddy.. teach me how you want me more.. and serve myself to you.. Make me a woman just like your wife daddy. Make me a whore like your wife Tyler daddy.. I ca…”

Before she even continued there was a slap on her cheeks making her blush even more red with pain. Tyler was her mother whom Jack fell in love with and is still in love with.

He had named Taylor in sync with her mother’s name as she was a replica of her mother. Taylor’s heavenly beauty was a gift from her mother. Taylor’s determined mind was a gift from her father Jack.

Jack was fuming with anger. He angrily held her throat, choking her “don’t you dare talk about your mother badly Tay.. She is the first for me. You are here because of her. You are my life bcoz she gave you life. Never ever try to steal me from her. Do you get that?”

He left her abruptly and turned his back away. She was dressed up for the party but her mind was boggled and her mood was ruined. She was feeling defeated for some reason.

Taylor goes to her lobby and calls her bestie, with tears held in her eyes without letting it ruin her makeup or cool down the warm slap Jack just touched her cheeks with.

Taylor says “Jimi.. I did it.. I enraged him.. talking shit about my mumma. I’m so ashamed of myself, Jimi.” She really was regretting what she had done.

Jimi ” Don’t be sad my bear.. you know that it’s only part of our plan. He would be vulnerable right now. He would have thought of extreme cases right now. Act on what you’ve planned if you want to get him forever.. no looking back TayTay baby. provoke him so much that he lashes back at you and repents later. This is the right time girl… That will make him weak for you and you can have him as yours forever. Your bestie is with you, okay.. keep going bear.”

Taylor “Thanks for your support Jimieee.. I know of all the people only you would understand me. Thank youuuu, hope you too get Mr.Shawn’s love all for yourself.. just the way you want him”

She kissed her bestie on the phone and kept her phone down but her mind was up with so many thoughts now, of her own weakness, her handsome and hot father.. her Daddy.

Jack rushed down to the living and locked himself in his office. He was sad, so was Taylor. After a while Howie, Amy, and Taylor come down. Jack was in no mood to care.

He just glares and sees Taylor walk out in the same skimpy clothes sending off her friends. He wanted her to change into something comfy and decent. Though she did cancel going to the party, her dress spoke only sex.

Jack sat alone working, ignoring his daughter’s tears for long. Both of them don’t eat and the night turns dark. But none of them face each other again.

Jack was feeling hurt that he yelled and hurt his daughter. Taylor was hurt that she had to bad mouth her own mother to get her daddy to love her like her own man.

Both were hurt and felt lonely without each other. Both were each other’s safe place and comfort zone. Jack as an elder felt he should go comfort his daughter. He came out of his study to hear moaning sounds again.

Jack ran into her room furious. Taylor was again on the chat showing her off to some random stranger.. He barged in with his wrathful mind, closing her laptop and pulling out the wires violently.

He made her fall down on the bed and choked her hard. His anger was seeing almost its end. “How many times I’ve told you haa.. how many times have I told you to behave. Not to act like a Whore. You still haven’t learnt your lesson right. You want to please others, watch porn haaa.. you let your friends have sex in front of you?.. in my own house.. how dare you slut. Today your daddy is going to teach you a lesson you will not forget in your life.”

Taylor was choking, unable to breathe. Her tears were flowing unstoppable. All she wanted was Love, from the man she thinks of as her own.

But now all she was getting was hate. The angst in Jack was scary. She never had seen him that fierce. The moment he took his hands off. She gasped taking in the air finally.

She couldn’t talk much as he grabbed her off her bed, taking her in his arms and bringing her to the closed ground floor room. Which was always locked.

He opened it holding her tight along her waist beside him. She was still scared and struggled to breathe. When they got in.. he locked the door from behind.

For the first time she got into that room. When the lights were turned on she found it even scarier. It was a dark room with a bed to one side. A large table to one side.

There were harnesses, leashes, handcuffs, straps, all kinky stuff to another wall. She felt weird looking at all those. She knew all of it online, but never had first hand experience of those kinky stuff.

Jack pulled Taylor close to him, whispering to her ears. “Welcome to adult life Tay.. I’ll make sure you’ll regret being an adult now. I’ll make sure you’ll hate yourself being a sluttttt Tay.. I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to love me like how you want..” Saying this he kisses her earlobes, slowly grazing her neck line with his wet lips.

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