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This story is a spin-off to the Cherry saga. Specifically, it explores characters introduced in Cherry: Chapter 7. The transition of this story is less non-con, and explores the Sub’s journey a bit more. There may be trauma cues for sensitive readers. As always, I welcome any feedback in the comments or my DMs. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Domesticated by Choice

Freshly ironed cloth napkins warmed my hands as I descended the stairs. My partner demanded that the napkins be immaculately ironed and folded when I served him dinner. Though “partner” is not quite the right word. “Partner,” and its less modern counterparts of “boyfriend,” “fiancé,” or “husband,” indicate a relationship between relative equals. But Adam and I are not equals. Every article of clothing in my armoire was hand-selected by Adam. Adam chose the size of my augmented breasts. Adam chose the size and shape of my surgically enhanced ass and hips. Adam chose the length, style, and color of my hair. Adam selected the finer details of my face, carefully crafted by the West Coast’s premier plastic surgeons. My vocal cords were shortened to create a high, sing-song tune because Adam prefers that sound. Adam chose my very name, “Katie,” after one of his high school sweethearts. Though I am exclusively Adam’s, I would not describe myself as his “partner.”

Descending the staircase was a precarious activity these days. I am not allowed to wear a bra around the house–Adam’s house–so I need to support my DD-cup breasts with my slender forearm to save myself from the painful bouncing. Indeed, this morning Adam had chosen for me to wear a crimson apron that barely covered my torso, a matching collar, and matching house shoes. This particular collar is outfitted with a small bell, so the jingle reminds me of that symbol of ownership as I descend each step.

As I set the table in preparation for dinner, my thoughts turn to the man who will shortly be returning home from work. My man. My Adam.

Adam is a wildly successful attorney. He negotiates finance deals on behalf of biomedical companies. But Adam’s true passion is ignited when those deals go awry. When an investor makes an allegation of securities fraud, or a company founder gets overly haughty, his clients turn to Adam to sort things out. A brilliant and ferocious mind, Adam can take and contractual or litigation posture and brow-beat the other side into submission.

Adam and his associate, Jay, are famous on the West Coast for turning any situation into a favorable outcome for the company. And with that reputation, they can charge more money than god for their services. Jay is the velvety, refined, charismatic one. The “good cop.” Jay can talk any party across any negotiating table into whatever terms he chooses. But when things go south, or Jay’s charisma doesn’t get the job done, Adam steps in with an iron fist. Adam is a feared negotiator.

By contrast, Adam is something different to his clients and associates. And to me. To those on Adam’s side, Adam is very much like a “Daddy.” And I don’t mean this in a kinky sense (though I frequently call him “Daddy” in a kinky sense). Adam anticipates your wants and needs before you anticipate them. Part of his unique skill set comes from his ability to read people. He understands in a deep, profound way what makes a person tick. And this is how he turned me from a gifted, male intern into a bimbofied, trans trophy wife naked in his kitchen.

**SIX MONTHS EARLIER**

During my second week interning at the firm, I saw across the table from Adam. This conversation was a pivotal moment in my life–Adam made me feel seen and understood in a profound way that I’ve never felt before.

“You are old enough to drink, right?” Adam asked as he poured the expensive white wine into my glass. I nodded nervously. Adam was a partner at the firm; my future depended in large part on the impression that I made on him and his colleagues. “I’ll take your word for it, Chris.” Chris was my name at the time, though I would barely think to respond to it if called by “Chris” today.

“This particular white wine is a little dry for most people your age. But based on the reasons you didn’t like that red from earlier, I think you’re going to like this, Chris.”

As I sipped from the beautiful glass, I thought to myself that Adam must have been a prophet. This was quite possibly the best flavor that ever hit my lips. “So, I take it you’re a fan?” Adam asked with a charming smile.

“MMMMHHH!” was my natural, if not a little awkward, response. I’ve always found my interactions with other men to be slightly awkward. Strangely, I’d always found that I more readily developed an emotional connection with women.

Adam could carry on any conversation by himself, which was fortunate for me because my awkward ass wasn’t helping much at all. “You said that your parents were in town last week, right? How was that visit? You mentioned that they’re from the Midwest, right?”

How did Adam remember this from a passing conversation İzmir travesti we had before my interview? Hadn’t the firm interviewed around fifty candidates? Adam obviously possessed a level of interpersonal skills far beyond my own.

“Yes, they were!” I stammered. “It was a little uncomfortable at times, but they liked what they saw of the city.” God, why was I so awkward? And why would I lead my response with how my relationship with my parents is awkward? The inner critique in my head admonished me for my cluelessness around small talk.

Adam didn’t miss a beat. “I’m glad to hear that they enjoyed the city! But I’m sorry to hear that it was awkward. What made it that way?”

I was in it now, so I just kept floodlighting my dirty laundry. “My parents are avid church-goers. I haven’t believed in that stuff since I was a teenager. When Sunday came around, they were disappointed that I didn’t have a ‘church family’ that I could introduce to them.”

Adam nodded his head in understanding. “I’m there with you, Chris. I was raised in a fringe Baptist sect. Getting out was the best decision I ever made.”

“Really? Was cutting ties with those relationships difficult?” As I asked, I felt profoundly grateful that Adam was willing to cut past the small-talk bullshit.

“Absolutely,” Adam responded without a second thought, “but when I got away from those people, I realized how toxic that culture could be. The sowing-circle rumor-mill, the judgmental glances, the holier-than-thou paradigm. Fuck it all.” I liked Adam.

“So why did you decide to get out in the first place?” I wanted to learn more about Adam.

“Well Chris, we’re heading into heavy territory. Can I trust you to keep something tight to the chest?”

“Of course!”

“This involves some of my sexual history, and I don’t want to have THAT conversation with HR tomorrow. So affirmative consent on talking about this?” Adam winked at me while he spoke, as if we were sharing a private joke.

“Of course! I really want to know.” I leaned forward toward Adam, listening intently.

“My sect hit the anti-homosexuality stuff pretty hard. Specifically, my preacher LOVED to read from Romans chapter 1. According to his interpretation, if a man is sexually attracted to another man, then God would find him so disgusting that the man would be ‘turned over to a reprobate mind.’ In other words, according to that asshole preacher, if you’re a boy who has crushes on other boys, then god would abandon you.”

Was Adam gay? I had no idea! Despite myself, I had to fight back tears. My church had taught me that same shit during my formative years.

Adam could probably tell that I wasn’t in a great place to talk, so he continued. “As for myself, I identify as bisexual.” The pieces were coming together. “Or maybe pansexual. There’s a debate in the community as to whether there’s a meaningful difference, and I don’t get involved in it. The bottom line is that, growing up, I would fantasize about bending my classmates over and fucking them. The guys and the girls.”

“So you felt unwanted by your church community?” I managed to get out.

“Not exactly. That community LOVED me. They didn’t know that I was also attracted to boys. I was the fit, charismatic, football star. My father wanted me to be a preacher. But psychologically, my childhood was a nightmare. I spent most of it thinking that I was going to hell because of the people I was attracted to. My parents were big into those godawful Left Behind films, so I also feared that the rapture would come and take all of my friends and family but leave me behind.”

“Oh my god! That sounds terrible!” I didn’t know how to articulate it to him, but I could empathize with Adam’s experience in a big way.

“So that’s my story,” Adam continued, “what’s Chris’s story?”

There it was. How could I share it with him? That I was also the fit, charismatic football player? But that for me it wasn’t just an attraction issue; I didn’t feel like a boy at all on the inside. That in my sexual and romantic fantasies, I was the girl. That in my wildest dreams, I was a beautiful woman.

“Well,” I stammered, “I’ve never told anyone this before, but I didn’t feel welcomed at church because I don’t exactly feel like a boy.” Shit. I just up and said it. For the first time. To my boss. During an internship.

I said it so inelegantly. And now I can’t take it back. All of the images of the stats on workplace discrimination against trans employees flashed before my eyes. Would I lose my internship? Would Adam tell anybody? Would I lose my friends? Would my family ever speak to me again?

Adam said nothing at first, but reached his hand across the table and placed it on top of mine. I didn’t quite understand what I was feeling, but I breathed a sigh of relief. His touch felt warmer than it should have. Adam’s hand was larger than mine, so his thumb and fingers easily enveloped my tense, curled fist. “I’m honored that you shared this with me, Chris.” As İzmir travestileri meaningful as that touch was, I wanted more. I wanted him to hug me. To hold me.

I melted in the face of Adam’s unbroken smile. My vision clouded as tears welled up in my eyes. Adam pulled a handkerchief from his jacket. Let’s go somewhere more private. There’s a rooftop bar in the adjacent building. As I stood up, Adam put his hand on the small of my back and guided me out the door.

For the rest of the night, I poured my heart out to Adam. I talked about the boys I had crushes on growing up. We laughed about my “girlfriends” with whom I had no real interest in being with. We talked about how difficult it was growing up in a conservative, religious household with no real hope of my loved ones loving the REAL me. And Adam was a perfect gentleman. He let me use his handkerchief when I cried. He held my hand during particularly difficult discussions. I truly, deeply liked Adam as a person.

By the end of the night, I’d had more alcohol than I probably should have. Adam came around to pull my chair out for me, and set his hand on my back as he helped me stand. Adam towered over my 5′ 8” frame.

Without thinking, I reached up to my tippy toes and planted a kiss on Adam’s lips. Then regret set in. I had just kissed my boss. My male boss.

He didn’t react but stared at me silently for a moment. “I’m flattered, Chris, and I think you’re cute. But you’ve been drinking, and I’m your boss. So this would be wildly inappropriate.” He conspicuously had not told me that I was fired, so relief washed over me.

Adam looked past me into the distance, contemplative. Then, snapping back into reality, he looked me square in the eye. “Chris, how important is this feeling to you? This sense that you don’t belong in the body that you’re born with?”

“I mean, I’ve tried to avoid thinking about it much, but EXTREMELY. I can’t tell you how much I’ve struggled with depression. With disassociation. I just don’t feel right.”

Adam nodded. “I’m going to offer you something. But it’s late, and you’ve been drinking, so I want you to sleep on it before you answer. Would you give up your relationships to have the body, and the self, that you’ve dreamed of? Would you give up your career? Your identity?”

I didn’t know what to say. If I looked deep into myself, the answer was a resounding YES. But would I have the courage to take that if offered?

“I’m going to make you an offer, Chris. That’s what I do for a living. I make offers. But if you’re going to accept my offer, it’s going to be on my terms. If you don’t, then that’s okay: we’ll continue our professional relationship, and we can both forget that this conversation happened. Otherwise, I can give you everything that you’re looking for.”

What? Everything that I’m looking for? What exactly was he offering?

“I can make you into a woman. The woman of your dreams. Specifically, one of my clients is a biomedical firm known as ‘Orgos, Inc.’ They can make you into a bombshell in no time at all. I’ve seen it myself with a colleague of mine–you’ve met Jay, right? He has a trans trophy wife bouncing around at home. And she’s the best fuck of Jay’s life, or so I’m told.” Chris winked. “And that’s what I’m offering you. Of course, your friends and family might not be as accepting, so you need to accept that you may lose some of those relationships now. And the career you’re in is toxically conservative. So you’ll need to accept that this will hurt your career prospects. But I’ll keep you employed–I need a good secretary and researcher anyway, and you’ve been a great fit at the firm.”

This sounded too good to be true. Why was he offering me all of this so suddenly, and without knowing me that well?

“But that’s not the biggest catch,” Adam continued.

Ah, here it comes.

“The treatment involves some cognitive reconditioning, and you would essentially be a test subject. Under this reconditioning, you would be assigned a ‘master.’ And that would be me. Once the conditioning is complete, you would be unable to disobey me. I would fundamentally own your body, your mind, and your soul. I can spot a sub when I meet one, so I suspect that this wouldn’t be too far outside what you want in a relationship anyway. But this is a one-way street: once you undergo the conditioning, there’s no going back.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I thanked Adam for the offer and told him that I’d think about it. He drove me home and walked me to my apartment door. “Think about what I offered you, Chris,” Adam told me before wishing me goodnight, “I can tell that you’re a brilliant young woman, but that you’re not satisfied with the path you’re on. I can offer you what you’ve been searching for all along. Good night.”

Adam was right. I didn’t want my masculinity. I didn’t want my independence. I never valued these concepts like most of the boys I knew. They seemed more burdensome than anything. I grew up watching family sitcoms from Travesti izmir the ’50s and ’60s. I Love Lucy; Leave it to Beaver. I wanted what the wives and mothers of those old shows had. I wanted to be a woman, but more than that, I wanted to be free of the burdens of freedom. I wanted a strong man; and more importantly, I wanted to be HIS.

The next morning, I walked promptly into Adam’s office. Before he could look up to acknowledge me, I blurted out: “I want to accept your offer!”

Adam smirked–he seemed delighted but unsurprised. “Close the door behind you,” he calmly said. I obeyed. Adam’s door was thick and solid oak. A nice benefit to the doors in this office was that they muffled sound, so attorneys and clients could be sure that their conversations were completely private. “Are you sure that this is what you want?”

“Yes! Very much so!” I abruptly replied.

“First things first, if we’re going to go through with this, then we should get one formality out of the way. When you’re speaking to me, I expect there to be some honorary title in there. ‘Sir’ will do for now.”

“Yes, Sir,” I meekly answered. I could feel my cock shifting and swelling in my pants at Adam’s change in tone.

“I need to be VERY sure that this is something you want. I want you to tell me, in your own words, what you’re accepting.”

“Yes, Sir,” I was confused by the order, but I complied as best as I could, “I want to undergo the cognitive reconditioning procedure with Orgos. I want to be yours. I want to be your trophy wife. I want this more than I value my relationships and my career. I want to give myself to you.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Adam said with a wink. He pushed a button on his office phone, “Nancy,” he said to his secretary, “I want you to cancel my meetings for the next three hours. I’m going to be stepping out of the office.”

Adam stood up and put on his jacket. “Grab your jacket and meet me by the elevators. I already have an appointment booked. Don’t bother packing your other things; whatever you own will be mine soon anyway. After your procedure, you’ll be signing your assets over to me.”

I shuddered at the finality with which he spoke. And it sank in that Adam was so confident in my submission that he had already booked the appointment with the company.

“Yes, Sir,” I said before stepping out of his office.

Adam drove me to an inconspicuous clinic on the outside of town. Perhaps the most boring business sign I’d ever seen, displayed “Orgos, Inc.” in Times New Roman font above the door. There were no windows.

“Stay put,” Adam said, before getting out of the car. He walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and gestured for me to get out. Was this setting the stage for our relationship going forward? Was Adam the type to open a lady’s door and take her coat?

Adam put his hand on the small of my back and guided me to the front door. As we entered the building, I was struck by how basic the furniture and fixtures looked. I knew from prior projects that Orgos was a huge and important client, but one would never have guessed it from the grey, inexpensive chairs that lined the waiting room.

I was then struck by how gorgeous the receptionist was. Her makeup was done expertly; painted to perfection. I was a huge fan of drag shows and online videos from famous drag queens, so I knew an expert in cosmetics when I saw one. Underneath her smart, classic secretary uniform, I gawked at her snatched waist and large, perfectly-formed breasts. But underneath the makeup, I could tell that her jawline was surprisingly square at the edges for a woman. And I could tell that her shiny brunette hair was a wig, albeit an expensive one.

“Adam! It’s wonderful to see you,” the gorgeous brunette gushed, “and this must be Chris! Please step this way!”

I was surprised by the brunette’s height as she stood up. She looked easily six feet tall by herself, but she expertly strutted along in six-inch, needle-thin heels. Queen.

She led Adam and me to an exam room, then handed me two paper cups, one with a handful of pills, and the other with water.

“Take these, hun. They’re going to make you a bit loopy, and you probably won’t remember what happens after that. Have you eaten anything today?”

“No, Ma’am!”

“Please, call me Daisy!” The brunette beamed at me. “And that’s perfect. You’re going to be pretty out of it for a few days, and you’ll be,” she paused, thinking of the right word, “different when you wake up, so if there’s something you want to say to your man here before you go under, say it now.” Daisy winked at Adam and lithely stepped out of the room. I couldn’t help but admire her perfect, round ass through her pencil skirt.

Adam put his hand on my shoulder. “Last chance, Love. Are you ready for this?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir. I want to do this.”

“Good girl. Well, bottoms up!” Adam pretended as if he was holding a glass, and made a toasting gesture toward my cup of water.

I giggled and downed the pills in one gulp. A fog set in around the edges of my vision, and my head became heavy and cloudy. The last thing I remember was a group of men in white coats entering the room, carrying various electronic equipment. One of them looked like an old-timey VR headset.

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Darryl groaned as his face was mashed against the cold floor of the prison restaurant, his arms were yanked backwards, and a pair of heavy-duty cuffs were secured around his wrists. All around him the other prisoners jeered and yelled as he was yanked to his feet. Six foot three, scrubby ginger hair and built like a boxer, Darryl was a career criminal and had been in and out of correctional facilities since he had been a teen, he had learnt early on that if you wanted to avoid trouble you made sure everybody knew not to mess with you. That meant taking on and beating the biggest meanest person you could find, and it was better done sooner rather than later. Arriving at the prison late due to some foul up with the transport Darryl and several others had been given a cursory welcome by the warden with a promise of a longer talk to come, were assigned a cell and then dropped into the general population. Darryl took the opportunity at breakfast to seek out who he thought looked to be the biggest threat and picked a fight.

‘Shut the fuck up!’ shouted O’Leary the chief guard and the room went quiet, opposite him the huge form of Shanker rose from the floor, his brutal face now covered in bruises inflicted by Darryl’s fists rubbed his jaw and spat a mixture of blood and spit onto the floor, Darryl eyeballed him, everything had been going well until the guards had jumped him, Shanker wasn’t even fighting back and Darryl knew that a few more punches was all it would have taken to ensure that everybody would have known not to mess with him.

‘Not even a day in and you’re causing trouble’ O’Leary got right up in Darryl’s face ‘well we know how to treat troublemakers’ he stepped back ‘take him to H wing.’

The restaurant erupted with excited jeers and wolf whistles; Darryl caught someone shouting ‘you’re gonna be fucked now bitch’ as he was shoved out the door towards the gates barring access to another corridor.

Unresisting Darryl was marched in silence by O’Leary and two other guards down corridors and through gate after gate until he was pushed into a small cell, there his cuffs were unlocked and the door slammed shut, quickly looking around Darryl saw he was in a bare cell, there was nothing no bed, no toilet or washbasin and no window.

Darryl sniffed ‘solitary huh, done that before’ and spun in surprise as a voice answered, ‘not solitary, something much more interesting.’

It was the warden, Darryl had met him not eighteen hours ago when he had first arrived at the prison, the short balding man looked more like an accountant than a someone who had worked his way up from a simple prison guard as he had claimed in his welcoming spiel, he was a man that had inspired no fear in Darryl whatsoever.

‘I did warn you Darryl, failure to follow rules and behave would result in punishment, and violence well, we do not tolerate that at all.’

Darryl cocked his head ‘Shanker started it.’

The warden shook his head ‘that is a lie, a rather pathetically flimsy one too’ Darryl growled with rising anger, the warden simply ignored the noise and lifted his hand, in it was a small black box with a single button ‘I will have no disobedience in my prison, and this is how we keep order’ he pushed the button and Darryl was suddenly enveloped in a bright light beaming down from the ceiling.

‘What the İzmir travesti hell’ Darryl shouted and lifted his hand to shade his eyes as the bright light began to pulse and flicker ‘what is this supposed to do, make me see the light?’

The warden hidden from Darryl’s sight by the blinding light chuckled ‘very amusing and wrong, well not exactly, but you’ll soon see.’

The bright light burned at Darryl’s eyes even with his eyelids shut and he could feel its heat warming his skin even through his prison issue jumpsuit, his exposed skin felt like it was burning, then the light switched off.

Blinking Darryl looked through bright afterimages at the warden and the guards on the opposite side of the bars, they were all except the warden who was picking at his fingernails looking back at him with a look of eager anticipation of their faces.

‘What the hell was that? Darryl asked again then began to cough as his voice cracked ‘what?’ he said again in a far higher pitch, then feeling suddenly dizzy Darryl wobbled on unsteady feet, he took a few steps back and then forwards, his head throbbed and staggering forwards he grabbed the bars of his cell with both hands.

Squeezing his eyes shut against the pain that was pulsing through his head Darryl let out a long highly pitched groan unlike any noise he had ever made before, then as he opened his eyes and refocused them he saw something very odd indeed, the hands grasping the bars did not look like his hands at all. They were slender and the edges of his nails instead of being broken and chewed were smooth and rounded, as he stared at them the nails began to lengthen and take on a reddish hue, even more worrying were the fingers, the tattoos that once spelt out love and hate were fading away, vanishing before his very eyes, even the tattoos on his wrists were slowly dissolving too.

‘What?’ Darryl whispered in disbelief, he was about to say more when he felt a pressure in his chest, it slowly increased, covering his entire body as though he were being squeezed in a vice, then abruptly as though something had snapped he felt the pressure vanish and his body suddenly felt like it was rebounding outwards, there was a sensation of his skin pressing tightly against parts of his prison uniform, particularly about his chest and hips, there was a tearing sound and Darryl looked down to see his pants ripping at the seams as his expanding body pressed against the material.

It was only then that he noticed the lumps on his chest pushing his uniform up and outwards, he could only stare as the mounds got larger and larger and the uniform strained against the growing flesh, from outside the cell he heard loud chuckles, but he paid them no heed he was transfixed by the sight of the swelling mounds and the straining uniform. As he stared at his expanding chest Darryl didn’t notice the changes taking place to his face, his nose broken so many times shrank and realigned, cheekbones cracked and broken realigned themselves into a higher configuration and his lips puffed outwards become fuller and plumper. Skin once rough and covered in bristles softened and lightened, the bristles melting away to nothing, then patches of colour blossomed around the eyes and on his lips covering Darryl’s newly altered face in makeup, his lips glistened pink, and his İzmir travestileri still green eyes gazed out from under long black tinted lashes. His scrubby and roughly cut ginger hair began to lengthen, turning blonde it started to fall in loose curls about his neck.

Darryl was completely unaware of these changes as he stared at his growing chest, it took less than two seconds for his face to alter and for his growing chest to put the seams of his uniform under such strain that they ripped revealing the swelling mounds of flesh underneath. Unable to believe what he was seeing Darryl grabbed the shreds of his uniform with his red fingernail tipped hands and pulled the torn garment from his body revealing the large rounded breasts on his chest to everyone.

There was a whistle of admiration form one of the guards and Darryl gasped upon seeing himself, the rounded flesh, the large pert nipples and brown areola with no sign of the prison tattoos that had once covered his chest. He felt something slide down his legs and peering over the top of his boobs Darryl saw that the remnants of his uniform that had covered his lower half had fallen to the floor to reveal wide hips and shapely legs, over which still hung the tattered remains of his prison issue boxers.

Those boxers no longer strained to contain the one thing that had made him a bit of a legend in previous prisons, thirteen inches long and as wide as a coke can Darryl had been inordinately proud of his cock, but now it was gone, the front of his ragged boxers was smooth, Darryl despite his looks was by no means stupid, along with the other obvious changes to his body he knew exactly what that meant, he was now utterly and completely a woman.

‘Bloody hell’ Darryl heard one of the guards utter ‘she’s fucking gorgeous.’

Darryl simply ignored the comment, all he could do was just stand there silently staring down at his transformed body, the large rounded breasts upon which now rested curls of long blonde hair, the thin waist and wide hips upon which the tatters of his boxer shorts still hung and down the slender hairless legs to his feet about which the rags of his prison uniform lay. He was utterly incapable of seeing his altered with its pert nose, raised cheekbones although oddly he could feel the puffy full lips pushing his mouth out into an almost permanent pout. It was an unbelievable sight and if he hadn’t been the person it had happened too, he would never have believed such a thing to be possible, he had been transformed totally and utterly into a woman, how he had no idea, but it had to have had something to do with the light and that controller the warden was holding.

Thinking of the warden made Darryl look up and through the bars where the warden was looking back at his watch and over his shoulder O’Leary was staring back at Darryl with a leer on his face.

It was O’Leary who broke the silence by chuckling and saying, ‘Might be the best looking one yet boss.’

As though a spell had been broken Darryl looked straight into the eyes of the warden ‘what, what have you done to me?’ he asked in a huskily pitched voice.

‘Seems to be pretty apparent, even to someone as dumb as you turned out to be’ O’Leary answered.

‘Now, now Clarence, she never got as far as first day orientation so she deserves Travesti izmir an explanation, of sorts’ the warden stepped in closer to the bars ‘we have a rather unique way to ensure we have no problems with our inmates, as no doubt you can imagine, the threat of having this happening to them keeps them in line, oh, everyone in the prison saw your transformation via the CCTV, a cheap bit of titillation for them and of course, a warning.’

The warden smiled ‘but I also like to use a carrot as well as a stick and for the rest of your sentence you’ll be spending the majority of your time over in the conjugal rights huts servicing inmates rewarded for good behaviour.’

Darryl couldn’t help but gasp breathily at the thought, he wasn’t sure if he was disgusted or ever so slightly aroused at the idea.

‘That’s right bitch’ laughed O’Leary “all those sad sacks you tried to lord it over on your first day, they’re going to love you now, especially Shanker.’

The warden rubbed the back of his neck ‘being fucked by Shanker might seem like a horrible prospect right now but give it a few hours and you’ll start to feel very different about it indeed, after all we can’t have our girls refusing to work can we?.’

O’Leary laughed loudly ‘you’ll be climbing the walls and begging for it, just like all the others did.’

‘Indeed Chief O’Leary is correct, things will get a bit hazy and fuzzy for a while then you’ll be ready to serve out your sentence’ the warden toyed with the little black box in his hand ‘of course, we will change you back when you’ve served your time’ the warden grinning looked over at O’Leary ‘how long was she in for again?’ he asked.

‘A full ten, no parole’ O’Leary laughed and the warden joined in ‘Oh’ he slipped the small controller into his pocket ‘can’t say anyone on conjugal duty for more than’ he looked over at O’Leary ‘what eighteen months?’ O’Leary nodded ‘has ever wanted to change back, after all that time fucking they just get filled with a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing.’ O’Leary to underline the warden’s point grabbed his crotch and snickered nastily.

‘I’m afraid they simply become total sluts’ the warden continued ‘when they get out, they always end up on the game or giving it away for free every night in some sleazy local bar, not that I really care, at least they don’t end up back in here’ he shrugged then nodded at O’Leary ‘well can’t be helped I suppose, give her a blanket and leave her in here for tonight, let the lust build up, then tomorrow she can start work, by way of an apology you can let Shanker have her first.’

As the warden walked away O’Leary stepped in close to the bars ‘Well, you thought you were gonna be cock of the walk by beating up Shanker, now you ain’t gonna be able to walk once he’s been at you with that monster he has stashed away’ he laughed mercilessly as Darryl stepped back from the bars in horror, already he could feel a sort of light-headedness creeping up on him just like the warden had promised, there was also a niggling itch deep in his crotch and his nipples were aching in a strange rather arousing way.

Despite himself Darryl knew there was nothing he could do but accept the situation he had found himself in, whether that acceptance was the conditioning kicking in or not he didn’t really know, still though he was worried ‘ten years’ he moaned to himself ‘how am I going to take ten years of being fucked by every man in the prison’, deep from within his subconscious came the almost gleeful answer ‘on your back’ as O’Leary threw a blanket through the bars and walked away laughing nastily.

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All participants in sexual situations are over the age of 18. Not meant to be anyone living or dead.

Have you ever walked into a room and seen somebody that you instinctively hate? When that person meets your eyes you can see that she hates you as much as you hate her? Such a visceral hate that you wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire? Well, that’s how I hate Roberta.

Alas, she’s my twin sister! I don’t know if we came out of our mother fighting but wouldn’t doubt it. Maybe she did something to me in the womb that started it. I don’t remember any single incident from our early years that could be called the cause of this hatred.

Pre-school years we just couldn’t get along. I’d damage her dolls, she’d tell our parents and I’d get a licking. I’d retaliate and so would she. It quickly escalated to fists and feet. By the time we reached seventh grade both of us had our share of black eyes, split lips and all kinds of bruises. No matter what our loving and patient parents tried, nothing stopped it. They even took us to see a child psychologist. Didn’t help.

In the seventh grade I got a big growth spurt. Shot up to almost six foot tall and broad shoulders. She remained well under five feet. Then our parents laid down the law: “Robert, you are way bigger than Roberta and very capable of really hurting her. If you do then we will send you to juvenile hall and you will never be allowed home. Do you understand?”

I could only nod my head and fight back tears. I loved my parents as much as I hated Roberta.

That ended our physical confrontations. She couldn’t start it either as I was big enough to grind her face in the dirt while not doing any permanent damage.

Thus the verbal and psychological warfare escalated. We knew, however, that getting too loud resulted in our being punished. Often that punishment resulted in us being forced to study together in the same room. I could feel the hate radiating from her and, I’m sure, she could feel it from me.

Of course, the punishments got stiffer as we got older: No TV, internet, games, etc.

In high school we tried our best to make the other’s life miserable. She spread the rumor that I had a tiny dick and came too quickly. I let out that she was a slut with herpes and genital warts. It made for a difficult social life for me and for her. By our high school senior year, I was 6’4″ and 220 pounds, starting tight end for 4 years. Enough guys (communal showers, remember), and girls, had seen my dick so the tiny dick rumor lost its impact. Even though she was now a firm 5 foot, 100 pound woman, she had great difficulty overcoming the STD label I hung on her. Objectively, she was a fox with nice tits and a firm ass but to me she was just a pain in the ass and I loathed her.

All though school, we made it a practice to not have the same classes together. Mostly worked. I doubt that in our four years of high school we exchanged more than a dozen words in school.

Not a lot more words spoken at home, for that matter, except bitter accusations and recriminations.

Somehow, we managed to graduate. Graduation ceremonies called for everyone to come up on stage, one by one, to accept our diplomas. We were arranged alphabetically. That meant we had to sit together and she came up on stage immediately after me. This was a potential time bomb. Our parents solved it by saying “If either of you does anything to disrupt the ceremony he or she will be allowed home for one hour to pack a suitcase. There won’t be any reprieve and the person will be disowned permanently. Do you both understand?”

Of course, we had to agree. We had previously been told that a graduation open house would be joint or there wouldn’t be one. We went without. She went to her parties and I went to mine.

I had a partial scholarship to play football on the west coast. She had a partial scholarship to go to school on the east coast. That was almost enough separation.

All through our college years, we tried to arrange visiting home when the other wasn’t coming. Mostly worked although we were forced to spend Christmas together. I managed to miss Thanksgiving since football season wasn’t over.

During the entire four years I never once asked how she was doing or what she was studying. Needless to say, we never communicated with each other. Our long-suffering parents attended our graduations. I received a degree in economics. Didn’t know or care what she got hers in.

I became a private detective but quickly evolved into starting my own security firm. Didn’t know what she did but hoped she was working on the street corner as a whore.

One cold December night two and a half years after our college graduations, our parent’s old furnace developed a leak in the heat exchanger. It filled the house with carbon monoxide. They never woke up. After a couple of days of no activity at the house, the neighbors got the police to open the door where they were found in their bed.

The family lawyer notified us. We flew in to take care yıldırım escort of funeral arrangement and all that goes with their departure from this world.

When I walked into the house, the first thing I saw was Roberta crying on the sofa. If I would have had the least amount of character, I would have held her in my arms to share our grief. I couldn’t take those ten steps. I nodded my head to her, my eyes fill with my own grief. I suppose she could have made the same ten steps but she likewise didn’t.

We managed to sit together at the funeral and at graveside but there was still a wall between us. We somehow managed to pick out a few things of our parent’s things that we each wanted. Surprisingly, little conflict. I took dad’s old double barrel shotgun and one of two albums of photos. Roberta took the other album and a few of mom’s things. We called Goodwill to get the rest. Called a real estate company to sell the house. Had the lawyer set things so all we had to do was OK any sale.

The reading of the will took place. Our parents left us off with a few hundred thousand dollars each. There was one part the lawyer insisted we listen to. “It was always our lifelong dream that the two of you would reconcile your differences and become brother and sister. If you two are still as you were, then we consider ourselves failures as parents. We only hope that one day you two will realize what you have in each other.”

I took this hard, as Roberta probably did. We had loved our parents but there wasn’t any way to put aside our 24 years of hate and distrust.

When we walked out the door, I glance briefly at her. Then got on with my life.

I never heard from her after we signed the papers selling the house. I wishfully imagined her a street whore but gave it no further thought.

My company picked up important clients needing our security services. Since some of the contracts became more hazardous (think middle-east), I started to hire more ex-SEALS, Special Forces, Marines and Rangers. Tough men who knew how to handle themselves and protect their responsibilities. We grew into nine figures.

Six years after my parent’s deaths, my receptionist informed me “Mr. Hubbard, there’s a Bobby Winston with an appointment to see you.”

“OK, show him in.”

“Show her in, you mean.”

The door opened and Roberta stepped in!

“What the fuck are you doing here?” was all I could manage.

She didn’t smile, only started to cry. “Hello, Robert.”

“Why are you here?”

Her face was lined. It looked like the tears were following gullies. Her green eyes were swimming in tears, as well. She looked a lot older than our 31 years. At first she couldn’t say anything. She just hung her head and cried, fingers wrapping around each other.

“Again, why are you here?”

“Can I sit down? I’ll explain.”

Against my better judgement, I let her sit instead of having her thrown out.

“Robert, although this kills me, I don’t have any place else to turn to. I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me to.”

I didn’t say anything, simply looking at her to continue.

“I got married to Calvin Winston shortly after our parents passed. We have a daughter, Carrie, who is now three.” At this point she dug into her purse and handed me picture of a cure toddler. Blonde hair, green eyes, like her mother.

“Shortly after Carrie was born Calvin started gambling, and losing heavily. He quickly went through all of our savings, mortgaged the house, and lost everything. We were on the run from his bookies and other creditors. We ended up here in Atlanta where he figured we wouldn’t be known. He continued gambling and finally went to a loan shark and got a 100 thousand loan. No clue how he did but he could be very charming when he wanted. He lost that, too. He jumped off the 33rd floor of an office building.”

So far, it looked like a happy ending as my sister was now broke and probably homeless.

“Now the loan shark is after me to pay back the 100 thousand, plus interest. The interest is 10 thousand a week. I have nothing left. Carrie’s at the sitter and I don’t have enough money to pay her.

“The loan shark says that I will pay. That I will do it on my back.”

I thought of what that means and was happy that my dream of her becoming a street whore was coming true. “Well, at fifty dollars a pop and twenty a night, will only take you about three months to pay it back.

She turned bright red and I swear I could see steam coming out of her collar. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you fucking bastard? Seeing me reduced to that!

Take a look at that picture of Carrie again. What would become of her? At best, she would end up in the foster system. At worst she could become a part of the human trafficking underworld.

You’d be happy to see me like that but what did Carrie ever do to you? Like it or not, she’s your flesh and blood. Are you happy for her to waste her life like that? What would mom yıldızeli escort and dad say?”

I felt like I had run into a brick wall! Shit! I didn’t care about her, did I? She was right. Carrie was a complete innocent and as much as I hated her mother, I couldn’t throw her to the wolves.

“As much as I hate to say it, you’re right: I can’t let Carrie go through this.

Who is this loan shark and what exactly does he want?”

The spine seen to go out of here and she slumped in the chair. “His name is Simon. He has Calvin’s marker and says I own him three weeks of interest. I have to pay him this evening. I think he’s also going to want a sample.”

“Call him and arrange the meeting. Tell him to bring the marker and you’ll bring the principal and the interest. Tell him you’re also bringing your brother to ensure there aren’t any misunderstandings.

Where is Carrie? I’ll send somebody over to make sure nothing happens.”

She calls the shark from my office and sets up a meeting at four in sleazy bar.

I have the receptionist take her to the executive lounge until we are ready to go. In the remaining two hours I get things rolling. First, I call Jim Simpson, head of security details. Tell him what, when where and how things need to be done.

He calls a few people and says they know this shark. He enjoys hurting people that don’t pay but enjoys the money more. Jim thinks the shark will take the money and vigorish and cut off any further problems – once we explain things to him. Jim set us a security detail and gets me the money: 100 thousand plus 30 thousand. Gives me an extra 10 thousand in case. Carrot-stick.

There’s a nagging thought that she is simply playing me. Thirty years of mistrust is hard to overcome.

I gather her up and we start to the bar. “Just introduce me as your brother and let him know that I’ll be handling things. OK? I’ll have my guys there so keep a minimum profile. Don’t react and don’t worry.” I still couldn’t bring myself to taking her hand.

We get to the bar and take a booth near the rear. She doesn’t see Simon but I’m pretty sure he has informers telling him that we’ve arrived. I’m aware that I’m sitting next to her, leaving the other side of the booth for Simon. When he arrives with a couple of his friends, he comes right to her. She introduces me “My brother, Robert.”

“You got the money? 150 K?”

“Getting greedy? It’s 130.”

“Nah, you’ve introduced yourself into this, so that’s an extra 20.”

“Don’t think so. Here’s the 130. Now the marker?”

“My friends and I think you need a couple more weeks to make up your minds, so that’s 20k more.”

“Your friends need better brains… You ever hear of Eagle Security?”

He pauses for a split second. “Yeah. So what?”

“I own Eagle and you’ve got to know I’m not here alone.”

He squints a little, just a tightening of his eyes shows he understands.

“Now I’m an honest business man, just like you.” I told him. “I know you want to squeeze every penny from your investment but sometimes that exposes you to greater risks. Right?

So, it would seem good business to take what’s in hand, 130, and not let expectations run wild.

But, I’m a nice guy and if you hand over the marker and forget she exists, then I think I can find another 10. Sound good to you?”

Don’t think he was all that happy but he wasn’t stupid. A nod and one of his friends hands him the marker. He puts the marker on the table and I put a bag containing 14 bundles of 100 dollar bills, each worth 10,000 onto the bench on his side of the table. He did a quick check, nodded and left. Roberta started breathing again.

“Is he really gone or will he come back?”

“I think he knows he got a good deal. He could have tried to just take the money or we could have just grabbed him but either of those two courses would have resulted in a lot of complications. Pretty sure he’s aware of what could have happened. In any event, we’ll keep an eye on him.

Let’s get out of here. This isn’t the best neighborhood. Let’s go get Carrie.”

That was the easy part of the problem. What do I do about Roberta? She has nothing left but Carrie. If I simply said to take a hike, then she and Carrie wouldn’t be any better off. I had no idea of what she was qualified to do nor if she even had a place to stay tonight. Guess we need to see options after picking up Carrie.

We arrived at a small, brownstone house in a middle class neighborhood. We got out and knocked on the door. I noted my security people across the street. A young, harassed-looking woman answered the door. “Bobby, you’re just in time. Carrie just woke up from her nap. Who is this?”

“This is my brother, Robert.”

“Nice to meet ya. I’ll get Carrie.” She soon reappeared walking Carrie down the hall. Carrie was just rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Mommy!” She jumped into Roberta’s arms. She looked at me as if to say who is this?

“Carrie, this is your yozgat escort uncle Robert.”

Wise beyond her years, she said “Cool. I didn’t know I had an uncle. Do I have an aunt, as well? How come I’ve never met you before?” At that Roberta stopped her.

“Your uncle and I haven’t seen each other in years.”

“How come?”

I laughed and said “It’s difficult to explain. When you get older we’ll talk.”

With a child’s quick change, she said “I’m hungry. Can we get pizza? Are we going back to the building we stayed at last night?”

A thousand questions in a few seconds. Wow!

“Do you have a place to stay?”

“We can stay a few more days at the shelter…”

Guess I can fix that. I paid the sitter and we got into the car. One immediate problem: Carrie didn’t have a car seat. How had she gotten here? Bus. I went back inside and borrowed their car seat. Left a message with Jim to replace it.

A thousand questions went through my mind. Can I bring her home? “You can stay with me till we get something figured out. Do you have anything at the shelter that you need?”

“A small suitcase of clothes for us and the picture album.”

We went to the shelter and she retrieved her stuff.

I drove into the parking garage and we took the elevator to my penthouse condo. I should note here that the penthouse was in large part because of security. Our company has made a lot of enemies and some weren’t above trying to get revenge. We own the whole complex and while you don’t see the security, believe me, it’s there.

When I open the door, Carrie’s eyes went wide. The whole place seemed so big to her. Of course, I don’t collect much and live pretty simply so there really isn’t much in the way of furnishings. Just the basic sofa, chairs and a table. “Wow! How many people live her?”

“Well, Carrie, just me.”

Roberta looked at me to ask about girlfriends or wife. “No, neither. I have an occasional date over but infrequent. Gone too much.”

There are four guest bedrooms, so I asked if she want a separate one for Carrie or just one for both.

She said Carrie wouldn’t like sleeping alone.

“OK, let’s try this one. It has its own bathroom and bed is good sized. Just throw your stuff here.”

I had ordered pizza before we went into the garage, so it was quickly on the way up.

We settled around the table with pizza. Carrie only got water as I didn’t have any milk. “Roberta, would you like something to drink?”

“Soft drink, please.”

Had I heard right? She said please. Not sure I ever heard that from her before. It would have been awkward conversation but Carrie did all the talking. “Are you sure she’s only three?”

“Almost four.” Came the quick reply from Carrie.

I sat in a chair while they sat in the sofa so Carrie could watch cartoons for a while before going to bed. Neither Roberta nor I said a word to each other. I found it difficult to believe that the woman I hated most in the world was seated not ten feet from me, in my living room, and I didn’t have my hands around her neck.

I also thought more about Carrie. Why was I so taken with some child I had never met? Admittedly, she’s my niece but why did she strike something in me? Maybe it was because I never really had a childhood friend. Roberta seemed to wipe out that opportunity. I can only recall our fighting driving away any chance of having a friend. Perhaps, I’m trying to create a childhood that I never had. Or I didn’t want her to have a childhood like mine.

Roberta got up and told Carrie “Time for bed.”

Carrie wasn’t too interested in going to bed. Too many new things, like an uncle and this house. Roberta was firm and Carrie was marched off to bed. Before she left the room, she hugged me tightly around the neck and said “Good night, Uncle Robert.”

“Night, Carrie.”

While Roberta was getting Carrie ready for bed in the bathroom and tucking her in, I was in a quandary. I would have liked nothing better than chucking Roberta out the door but the feel of Carrie’s arm around my neck suppressed that notion. I certainly wasn’t looking forward to Roberta’s return from the bedroom. Maybe my visceral hate for her was cracking around the edges.

It was to a very tense silence when she sat back down on the sofa. “Would you like something to drink?”

She hesitated a moment as if trying to figure out how I was insulting her. “Scotch, if you have it.”

I got up and quickly returned with two glasses of single malt. We sipped quietly for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to start, nor for that matter, knowing where to begin. She picked a safe beginning. “Carrie’s out like a light. She really seems to like you.”

“I like her, too. There haven’t been any kids in my life, so it’s unique.” Giving her an opening.

She chose the safe path by saying “She’s my life. I’m beginning to understand how mom and dad felt.”

“I miss them and visit their graves as often as I can. You know the old house was torn down and is now an apartment building?”

She looked at me, sad eyes above her glass “I haven’t been there since the funeral. I would have like to but Calvin and I got married shortly after the funeral. We never had the money to go.”

“Your share of the house and savings should have been more than enough…”

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How wonderful it is to stroke your sister’s face in the morning! The first rays of the sun break through the curtains, and in Lika’s bed I run my fingers over her cute cheeks. And then I lean over and kiss her right on her parted lips, bury my face in her lovely curls, smell the shampoo and suddenly start licking Lika’s face like a big dog. My sister playfully pushes me away, but I am relentless, alternating between slobbery kisses and licking movements.

– Braatty, stop it, I’m all wet now!

“Sis, I love it when you’re all wet!” Especially if with cum on your face…

– Braat! Do not say that! – Lika’s cheeks turn red when I talk about sperm. This is such a turn-on – on the one hand, my sister is always ready to take my dick in her mouth and swallow the nectar, and on the other hand, she is still wildly embarrassed when I start talking about it!

I smile joyfully and kiss her on the chin, and then on the neck. Pink pajamas with Mickey Mouse crumples under my hands, now my sister’s plump breasts are elastic and at the same time softly giving in to my squeezing. The palms come across hard papillae-buttons, Lika breathes deeply and intermittently. I feel the butterflies in my stomach tense and excited. The penis is already erect – I slept naked, so nothing hinders his joy. My sister suddenly wraps her knees around my trembling flesh. I twist and move forward so that the hot, trembling penis is in front of my sister’s face. Lika opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue – the penis sways above her, like a giant cyclops before its prey.

The girl rises to hug the penis with her tender lips, but I laugh and dodge her caresses. We fiddle around a little more – I’m trying to dodge my sister’s cute mouth, and Lika is trying to catch my dick with her lips. I turn over onto my back and my sister is on top, straddling my feet. She leans over and kisses first my nipples and then my stomach. He shakes his penis back and forth with his palm, watching how it twitches. Smiles. I look into her sky blue eyes and my heart is filled with love and tenderness. I want to hug the baby and never let go. But Lika doesn’t want hugs now, she’s only interested in kissing the penis.

I close my eyes in bliss. I feel how soft sensual lips touch the flesh, how their ring compresses, how my sister puffs noisily with her nose, sinking lower and lower. Suddenly her grip falls apart, a few licking movements… and again a delicious squeeze, tickling flickers of the tongue, a gentle moo. How good! I feel myself plunging into an ocean of bliss and sparkling pleasure – an eruption is about to occur and my sister’s sweet mouth will be filled with my viscous thick sperm, when suddenly…

There’s a knock on the door. So far we are almost at the crest of the wave! Lika freezes in fear, but does not let go of her penis, I twist and look through the opening. Everyone is there – mom with Garik holding her butt, father with Alina, dressed only in striped panties with a bow and dog slippers – and they are all looking at us, and mom is also with the phone. Lika and I are already used to being controlled by mom and dad, but I’ve never had to cum in front of such a crowd.

– Kids, smile, you’re being filmed by a hidden camera! – Mom giggles, trying to defuse the situation.

Dad suddenly leans over and kisses Alina right on the lips, crushing her delicious tits. After yesterday she was very relaxed, but at such moments a shy blush could still be seen on her daddy’s girl’s cheeks. Meanwhile, Lika gathers her courage and again goes down with her lips, pushing my dick deeper into her throat with wet gurgling sounds. I grunt with pleasure and begin to gush with the nectar accumulated over the night, causing my sister to gently hum and convulsively clench her toes.

– Daughter, just don’t swallow it yet, we need to take a photo for the family album! – and mom takes a photo of Lika, who obediently stuck out her tongue with a whitish lake on it.

— Borya and Lika, please don’t forget that sometimes, for a change, you need to end a blowjob with a cumshot without swallowing, so as not to get fed up with sperm! – says the father. – Alina came up with something here…

The girl disappears for a second in the corridor, and then appears again. She comes up to us and hands us a tablet board with a piece of paper in a box on it.

– I came up with an idea… basically. A blowjob schedule, here you can alternate with… swallowing and without… here, in the header of the table, zonguldak escort – and she blushes even more, shifting from foot to foot. Lika, as if nothing had happened, takes the tablet, looks down and notices doggie slippers on her feet.

— Cute slippers! I have the same ones, but baby elephants!

“Eh, great,” Alina smiles forcedly. Here mom tries to smooth out the awkwardness.

– Children, Garik and I were thinking. In general, we want the four of you to get to know each other better. You are young, you want to frolic, and my friend and I will pull you down. In short… You will go to the beach without us, okay? But that doesn’t mean you two will be left unattended! Dad, this is of course good, but sometimes he is too soft… In general, Alina will now guarantee your good behavior!

– Uh, what do you mean?

– I mean, she’s your new mother now, what’s unclear?

– New mom? And you, it turns out, are an old mother? – I blurt out. Mom looks at me sternly.

– So. Don’t be impudent. Alina will now photograph the results of your… hmm-ghm… caresses. Show all the sperm to her, okay?

We look at each other and nod.

– And no attempts at vaginal penetration for me! Got it?

My sister and I immediately start shouting vying with each other that we didn’t even think about it. But then mom returns to my finger, which accidentally ended up near my sister’s butt while rubbing the cream yesterday.

– You can say anything now, you need an eye and an eye. Alina, of course, doesn’t have much experience, but… There is one important point. Alina will replace me completely. Did you understand? Fully! We have already discussed this with her.

The “new mom” lowers her eyes to the floor and starts fiddling with the bow on her panties.

– Wait, dear, what do you mean completely? – asks dad.

“This means that you, Gosha, have access to all my daughter’s holes,” Garik says quietly. – While you were sleeping, we… We did everything. Prepared. Of course, we need a little more from behind… – he sighed. – A little… training. But from the front… From the front, Alina is ready,” he approaches his daughter and puts his arm around her shoulders.

The girl, who has now become our new mother, obediently takes a step forward, and then kneels right on the chair that stood in the corner of the room. I sometimes loved to lounge in it and play with toys on the tablet. But now it has become a sexual weapon – Alina leans on the back of the chair and presses her tits against it, beautifully sticking out her ass and arching her flexible girlish figure.

– M-can I? – Dad asks, looking at Garik and “old mom”. They both nod, smiling. Dad was about to approach Alina with his dick at the ready, but suddenly he hesitated again.

“What if…” Dad begins to speak, but cannot finish the thought. Garik and mom look at each other knowingly.

Mom says in a velvety voice:

– Don’t worry. You can cum right into Alina’s girl. She said that she wants… she wants to make Bora and Lika a sister. Or a brother, that’s how it turns out.

Alina nods, confirming her words and playfully shakes her butt left and right, smiling shyly in our direction.

I’m almost suffocating from the realization that Alina can become me… And who will she become? How does is called? Stepmother? Stepmother? I’m wondering.

Father is shaking. He grabs Alina’s hips and squeezes them tightly. And then he leans down and kisses her right on the bare back, stroking the inside of her thighs. And then he panics again.

“But she’s only eighteen!” Becoming a mother… At such a young age…

– It’s okay, Uncle Gosha! I’m ready, do it! – Alina speaks for the first time. And, lifting up her panties with her fingers, she lowers them down to the area of ​​her knees. I’m already sitting up in bed. Lika suddenly grabs my palm and squeezes my fingers tightly. I can literally feel her pulse beating.

I look with all my eyes at the girlish charms oozing with juices. This is the first time I’ve seen them live! There was, of course, an episode with cream being applied to Lika’s ass, but then she squeezed her legs with all her might, so that only her anal hole was open to view, and even then I could only watch it briefly. And here!.. Simply fantastic.

Dad finally copes with his excitement and, bending even lower, begins to caress our mother’s replacement with his tongue. Alina begins to moan sweetly and move istanbul travesti her feet, while Garik and her mother stand on either side of the chair and take the girl’s palms in theirs – mom’s left, and Garik’s right. Mom leans over and begins to whisper something encouraging in Alina’s ear, and at this time the father, having finally smacked the tender petals, straightens up and puts his penis against the slippery cave. A jerk – and he’s already inside!

Alina squeaks subtly while her lower lips greedily clasp the penis. Dad moves elastically, holding the girl’s tummy. He does everything slowly, quietly squelching his dick back and forth and going crazy with pleasure.

– How narrow and hot it is there, Alina! – Dad couldn’t resist commenting.

– You can go deeper! And faster, Uncle Gosh! – Dad didn’t have to ask twice. He speeds up, driving his dick almost to the balls. With each measured spank, Alina moans louder. The bliss on her father’s face, the pleasure on Alinka’s face, her little hands in the caring hands of Garik and her mother – everything was simply incredible.

Lika clings to me and breathes quickly, looking at how our father is hammering with all his might a girl the same age as his children. They couldn’t stand it for long – Alina trembled, her moans became completely breathless and indecent, and dad pressed against her and began to move small and sharply, obviously filling the girl with sperm.

When he pulled out his penis, sperm began to flow out of the hole, but Alina caught it with her fingers in time. Collecting it in her palm, she licked her father’s nectar mixed with her secretions and smiled joyfully, sparkling with satisfied eyes – it’s good that she already had experience in swallowing sperm thanks to yesterday’s events.

And helpfully, pictures from last night came to mind.

***

Yesterday Alina, my dad’s new girlfriend, stunned us with her desire to give a blowjob. Right in the kitchen. For the first time in my life. All of us at the table were completely stunned, but the most surprised of all was Garik, Alina’s dad, although he warmly supported her previous words about offering herself to our father. Garik absentmindedly stroked his mother’s butt, while our dad glanced sideways at them, then at his, so to speak, “exchange girl.” Apparently, Garik did not imagine that his daughter would decide to jump right off the bat. When she said that she knew about Lika and me, it surprised only her and me; dad even said that he had no secrets from our new acquaintances. Well, new to us. And then he asked for consent to their relationship.

And then, having received our consent, Alina immediately announced her desire to undress and give a blowjob. Garik’s eyes became like saucers. He didn’t say anything, but his look at his daughter was more than eloquent. I wonder if he knows that for the second day now my sister and I are not only having oral sex, but also doing it in front of our parents? Perhaps his mother didn’t tell him everything?

Meanwhile, Alina began to undress. And already at this stage problems suddenly arose. When the girl was left topless, she suddenly realized that everyone was looking at her, blushed and was embarrassed. Pressing her small palms to her luxurious breasts, Alina quietly whispered:

– Oh, I didn’t think it would be so embarrassing… – here her dad, we must give him his due, despite being completely stunned by his daughter’s actions, found the strength in himself, approached her and hugged her encouragingly.

– It’s okay, I’m not sure if I need to do this right now!

– Um, actually, it’s better now! – Lika suddenly exclaimed. – Believe me, a blowjob is just an incredible feeling! When it’s hot, pulsating, in your mouth, and then it feels so good that it… – Lika interrupted and looked at me, and then at Alina. – In general, try it yourself! Let’s!

Alina was completely taken aback. The initial fuse was gone, she began to look for the T-shirt, which fell right onto her shoes. Raising her leg, the girl tried to pick up the fallen piece of clothing without removing her palms from her protruding papillae. Seeing this, Lika stood up from the table and abruptly threw Alina’s T-shirt aside, so much so that it landed right on the refrigerator. And then she began to unbutton her blouse, button by button.

– But I’m not embarrassed to show my brother my tits! – in fact, over the past two days, everything happened, sometimes ankara travesti I was embarrassed, but I didn’t focus on it. Now the main thing was to set Alina on the right path.

And now the bare-breasted sister with a playful grin pinches her nipples, while Alina, blushing desperately, removes her hands from her breasts, showing off her large areolas and button nipples. Smiling timidly, Alinochka stood still, getting used to our looks, and then walked forward with a graceful gait. Two steps, a squat – and now she’s under the kitchen table. Dad gasped and pressed himself against the wall when Alina buried her cute little face in his groin. I pulled back the tablecloth so that nothing would bother her. The girl began to unfasten our dad’s belt and fly, since she had no experience, she did it poorly. Lika decided to come to her aid and also ducked under the table. Garik, observing this, apparently mechanically pinched our mother. She squealed, and then suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen.

Lika finally helped Alina – together they managed to free daddy’s penis from its denim captivity. I must say that, although it was smaller than mine, it also looked impressive, almost as big in diameter as it was. Alina froze, seeing a penis in front of her eyes for the first time in her life. And Lika saw that her mother and Garik were running away and said after them offendedly:

– Well, mom! You don’t want to show us how you have sex again! And dad agrees! Yes, dad? – She turned to her father and smiled her radiant smile.

Dad threw his head back in bliss when Alina stuck out her tongue and carefully touched the tense member. But before she had time to wrap her delicious lips around her father’s penis, her father suddenly twitched, grimaced and began to cover everything around with sperm – Alina’s face, the tablecloth, and the furniture were covered in whitish streaks, and a couple of drops even fell on Lika, who was very close.

– Oohh. I didn’t calculate, sorry… Daughter, you have… – dad stared at Lika. Two large clots were visible on her forehead. Alina, unexpectedly for everyone, ran her finger over her lips and then licked them.

“Mmm…” she muttered. Then she leaned over to Lika and licked daddy’s marks off her face. Obviously, my sister was shocked by the contact with her father’s sperm, but without showing it, she silently crawled out from under the table. And her father sat her on his lap and unexpectedly kissed her right on the lips, on which his sperm still glistened…

And then we got dressed, wiped everything with napkins, fortunately the tablecloth and furniture were easy to clean, and decided to sit down in the living room, all four of us, to watch a family comedy. But somehow the film didn’t work out right away – loud sounds of mom and Garik having sex could be heard from the next room, so the voices of the actors were almost inaudible. Lika grabbed Alina’s hand and invited her to sit on her knees on the carpet – right in front of the sofa where dad and I were sitting. And then my sister, as usual, pulled off my sweatpants, exposing my penis, and with a look suggested Alina to do the same with dad. There was no need to beg the girl, and now the two trunks stood like slender poplars in front of the concentrated and sweet faces of the young cuties.

“Now repeat after me,” Lika said and suddenly dived with her lips almost to the base of my penis. My sister’s throat wrapped itself sweetly and tightly around the penis, and she herself began to shed tears from the tension. Alina opened her mouth in admiration, and then plucked up courage and tried to perform the same trick with her dad. Naturally, little came of it – the penis entered the small mouth of our “new mother” only a quarter, after which the girl had to blush and begin to fight her reflexes. Seeing how hard it was for her, dad carefully took her by the back of her head and helped her get off his penis. Alina’s saliva stretched out, hanging from her lips and penis in thin threads.

– What a great fellow you are, Alin! Don’t worry, no one gets deep the first time,” said the father, fingering Alina’s breasts through her T-shirt – this time the girls were not blowing topless.

– That’s for sure! Need constant practice! – added Lika. She just left my penis with a smacking sound and quietly blew on it, as if calming the heated flesh. In bliss, I leaned back on the sofa when mom and Garik came into the room.

– Oh, you’re already having fun here! And we brought Alina’s things. Now we’ll take mine, and that’s it, we can assume that the exchange has taken place.

The girls could only hum approvingly, and my father and I even had difficulty grasping the meaning of what was said, we felt so good from the small, gentle mouths of Lika and Alina…

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Staring at my mom in front of me, naked, vulnerable, and completely helpless, all I could think about was jamming my cock in her. But our escapades at the mall and in the car cost us a decent amount of time and I didn’t want to risk my dad arriving while I was balls deep in her. I wanted to milk this as long as possible.

“You need to get cleaned off so dad doesn’t smell you. Any time that you leave the house or he leaves the house, you are to immediately put on a bra soaked in my cum, is that clear? I’m leaving this bucket of cum with you to hide in your room so you don’t forget.”

She nodded hesitantly and stared at the floor.

“Good,” I say. “Now let’s go – shower time mommy.” I followed her up the stairs to the second-floor bathroom, watching her ass and thighs jiggle with every step.

As we passed her hamper in the hallway, she dropped the cum soaked bra and panties in.

“Woah, you think you’re just gonna throw those in the laundry? I don’t think so,” I corrected her. I lead her into the bathroom and to the sink, where I ran the bra and panties under some water to rehydrate the cum. The bra and panties both became sticky and gooey, and the smell was stronger.

“You must be thirsty after all that hard work in the car,” I remarked as I grabbed a plastic cup off the counter and began to wring out the bra and panties. The liquid that filled the cup was thick, goopy, and far from clear.

“Drink,” I instructed her, sliding the cup towards her. Her face twisted in disgust and she began to shake her head no.

“It wasn’t a request mommy. Besides, I’ve seen you swallow multiple loads now. You wouldn’t want dad to see that on video now, would you? Drink up.”

She brought the cup up to her lips and began to pour it into her mouth. The thick liquid moved slowly, allowing her lots of time to think about what a slut she is.

“Mmmmmmm. Yummy, mom,” I said as I watched the first drops slip through her juicy lips. She pulled the cup back and gagged.

“No. This is what you get, whore.” I shifted, stood behind her, and put one hand across her forehead. I pulled her head so it was tilted back, and poured the cum into her mouth with the other hand. My cock was hard again and pressing through my pants against her bare ass.

I put my mouth right up to her ear and whispered, “From now on you’ll have to listen better than that, mommy. You do as I say now and swallow, or dad will be shocked to find that video in his email tonight.”

She nodded as best as she could with my hand forcing her head back and I could hear a “gulp” as she swallowed the cum. I let her go and she turned to face me. “I’ll do better. Just don’t tell him,” she said.

“We’ll see,” I said, leaving her alone in the bathroom. As I headed slowly down the hall and began to descend the stairs, I could hear the faint sounds of her crying. It made my cock even harder than before.

…

By the time I woke up the next morning, my dad was already gone. My sister was home from her friend’s house, sitting at the table when I went upstairs.

“Where’s dad?” I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

My sister shrugged. “I think he’s golfing with his buddies today.”

“How about mom?” I asked. She shrugged again, then moved to the couch while telling me that mom has been acting “off” all morning. Despite this observation, she was too absorbed with whatever she was doing on her phone to show any real concern.

I headed upstairs to find my mom. She was in her room, folding laundry on her bed, wearing tight jeans that hugged every one of her curves perfectly, and a white shirt that displayed the outline of her nipples.

Her nipples? That means she’s not wearing a bra, I thought to myself. “Where’s your bra?” I asked sternly. Her face got pale.

“Your dad left not too long ago. I just haven’t had a chance to put it on yet,” she stuttered.

I paused for a moment and then shook my head in disappointment. A smirk painted itself across my face, and just the thought of punishing her made my cock hard. As though she was reading my mind, she began to back away from me and shake her head. “Your sister is home,” she plead.

“I don’t care who’s here, you’ve been a naughty whore mommy, and you need to be punished.” I closed the door behind me and began to move across the room towards her, stopping to shove the piles of folded laundry off the bed onto the floor.

A padded bra landed on top of the other clothes. “First thing’s first – where’s the cum?” I asked. My mom hesitantly sauntered to her master bathroom and reached under the sink. She pulled out a tampon box and retrieved the bucket of cum from inside.

“You’re so sneaky. It’s almost like you’ve had practice with this before,” I said with more than a bit of snark.

“Get undressed,” I said as I open the bucket and submerged the bra. The cum was so sticky and goopy, it required actual effort to pull the bra out. I let the excess drip off before handing the bra to my mom. She put it on, wincing as it touched her skin. I ordered her to sit on the bed.

The antalya travesti possibilities of what I could do next were endless. Should I fuck her? Should I shove my cock so deep down her throat that she chokes? Then I remembered the toys I found in her bedside drawer when I snooped through her things before. I opened the drawer and shoved aside some junk – her medication, a bottle of lube, a pillowcase, etc. – until I found her vibrating dildo.

“You’re going to fuck yourself with this while I watch,” I instructed her. My cock was so hard it felt like it might tear through my jeans. My mom sighed and put her head in her hands, in complete defeat, before taking the dildo from me.

She pressed the button at the base to turn on the vibrations and gestured towards the lube. I shook my head no, and she looked as though she might cry. “What are we going to do if your sister walks in?” she asked. “I guess we’ll just have to hope she doesn’t,” I responded, taking my dick out of my pants and sitting on the bed across from her.

The dildo was a pretty modest size, not quite as long as my cock and surely not as thick. She hesitantly spread her legs, leaning back against her pillows and the headboard of her bed, then pressed the head of the dildo against her clit. Her pussy was dry as a bone, and she would rather be doing anything else in the entire world right now, but she still began to squirm at the feeling of the vibrations. I stroked my cock as she slipped the dildo past the pink lips of her pussy and struggled to push it inside of her.

“I didn’t mean I wanted you to fuck your pussy,” I laughed. She looked up at me and her face went pale. “Son, I didn’t even do anal at the sex shop for money. I’ve tried it before and it just doesn’t work. It hurts and it doesn’t work,” she insisted. “Well, make it work,” I replied.

She laid back further with tears welling in her eyes. She brought the tip of the dildo to her ass and applied pressure, but it wouldn’t go in. “Make it work,” I said while gripping my cock with white knuckles. I watched her try to relax her asshole and work up the nerve to shove the dildo in, letting out the occasional gasp each time it came close. Finally, her tight ass spread around the head of the dildo and it slowly glided a couple of inches into her.

“The whole length, mommy,” I ordered her. She began to push the whole shaft of the dildo in, pull it out to the head, and repeat. After only a few strokes, her asshole was already red and raw. She winced each time she pushed the dildo back in.

We heard footsteps ascending the stairs and my mom began to get up in a panic. I shoved her back down on the bed, bent over on all fours now facing her closed bedroom door, and whispered “Nope. I didn’t say you could stop.”

She knelt on all fours silently and perfectly still, terrified that my sister would walk in on us. The footsteps approached the door. “Mom, what are you doing today,” my sister asked through the door. My mom, one hand on the dildo in her ass, looked back at me over her shoulder in panic. “Act normal,” I said, still stroking my cock.

“Uhhm…uh…I think I’m just cleaning and cooking today sweetie,” she stuttered. She now stopped fucking herself with the dildo. I grabbed her wrist and guided her hand back and forth. Once she picked up the motion I let go. “Keep going,” I whispered. “Why do you ask?” My mom’s voice cracked.

“Well, Alex and Natasha want to go to the mall today but we don’t have a ride. I was wondering if I could borrow the car? Apparently they’re having a half off deal on piercings at the shop there. I promise I’ll only get my third holes done on my ears – no face or body. But I really need the car. Please?” My mom kept shoving the dildo in and out of her ass, twitching and wincing with each stroke, as she listened to my sister.

As my mom got ready to respond, she stopped fucking herself again, which made me angry. She just couldn’t handle doing both at the same time. Her breathing was heavy and anxious. I ripped the dildo out of her ass and bent over to whisper in her ear “You couldn’t just follow my instructions? I’ll take over for you mommy.”

I knelt on the bed behind her, grabbed a scoop of the cum from the bucket nearby, and lathered it on my hard cock. Without hesitation I jammed my dick into my mom’s tight ass, feeling a small pop as my head entered her. My mom jerked forward and flailed her arms back at me, trying to silently push me away. I entered her even further, my pelvis squished against her plump asscheeks, and she let out a yelp.

“Mom? What are you doing? Are you okay?” my sister asked through the door. I laid my chest against her back and wrapped my inner elbow around her neck, thrusting my cock inside her and ensuring she can’t move. “Remember, normal,” I reminded her with a whisper.

My mom made her best effort to act and sound normal with my rock hard dick deep inside her ass, stretching her raw. “Yes I’m fine honey, I just saw a bug. You can borrow the car.”

“Okay. Well…thanks. izmir travesti See you later I guess,” my sister replied skeptically. Still thrusting in my mom’s ass, I heard my sister descend the stairs. As soon as her footsteps fade, I put my hand on the back of my mom’s head and shoved it into her bed as hard as I can. “Just lay there and take it, you useless fuck toy,” I grunted, using all of my force to fuck her ass and bury her face in the bed.

Muffled by the comforter and mattress, I could hear my mom gasping for air. Again she tried to push me off. “Almost done mommy, hang tight,” I assured her facetiously. No matter how hard I squeezed, I could never get my grip to be as tight around my cock as my mom’s asshole was. And pussy isn’t nearly this tight. Never having done anal prior to this, I was shocked at how amazing it feels. It only took another minute of feeling her ass slam against my hips, and hearing her struggle, for me to cum. My legs quaked and my cock began to pulse, letting out a huge load deep into my mom’s ass. She squirmed as I came, hands death gripping the comforter, clearly able to feel my orgasm.

I grabbed a pair of panties from the floor and wiped off my dick with them, then threw them at my mom who was still bent over on the bed, panting and clearly in pain. “These are what you’re wearing today. I expect you to show them to me when you take them off – I want to see them after my load drips into them from your ass all day.”

She looked at me with eyes full of shame and anger as she slipped on the panties.

“I have some fun planned for us tomorrow” I promised her with a smile before leaving her room and shutting the door behind me.

…

The following day, Monday, I instructed my mom to discreetly call out of work sick. She was hesitant, seemingly filled with dread as to what I had planned for that night, but she shuffled onto the front-steps and quietly called her boss without my dad hearing.

“Yeah, it’s just a terrible migraine. I’m so sorry you’re going to have to find someone to fill in. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispered into the phone. I nodded at her in approval when she came back inside and then announced to my dad and my sister, who were both sitting at the table, that I had plans this evening and wouldn’t be home. They nodded, not really interested in what I was saying.

My dad grabbed his keys, wallet, and a to go mug of coffee. He pecked my mom on the cheek and asked, “You’re working a normal shift tonight, right? 1:00 p.m. to around 11:00 p.m.?” My mom nodded and gave him her best smile. “Have a good day at work,” she said in as normal of a voice as she could muster. My dad walked out the door and my sister retreated to her room, talking on her phone with a friend.

Once again, my mom and I found ourselves alone. I stared at her expectantly. “Aren’t you going to ask what we have planned for tonight?” She isn’t amused, and doesn’t seem at all curious. If anything, she seems scared.

“When will this end?” she asked. I rolled my eyes and approached her, slipping my hand into the waist of her pants and pulling to peak at her panties.

“You’re still wearing the creampie panties? Wow, I’m impressed. This will end when I say it ends. In the meantime, if you lose motivation, just think about how furious dad would be watching his wife get gang banged for money.”

I led her into the bathroom and instructed her to take off the panties. The gusset was crispy with dried cum in some spots, and gooey with fresh cum in others. “You’re still leaking my cum from your ass?! Wow,” I chuckled.

“I need a shower,” she insisted. The look on her face told me she wasn’t confident that I’d allow that.

“Go ahead. Get fresh for tonight. We’ll want to start with a clean slate. Just make sure you put on a cum soaked bra afterwards.”

I left her to shower and complete whatever chores she would typically complete before work. I spent the next few hours running errands of my own, stopping at the liquor store and the dispensary. When I got home, I called my friend Jason.

“Hey man, what are you up to tonight?” I asked.

“Not too much, why? Are you trying to have some fun?” he replied. Jason and his girlfriend Monica had their own apartment, and they were always down for a bit of partying. They were kinky too – I had heard Jason and his girl having insanely loud threesomes several times during parties they had hosted at his house.

“Yeah. I got some booze and bud. And I have a surprise I think you’ll enjoy. Monica too,” I answered.

“Shiiiiiit nice! Come by whenever. We’re both off today. See you soon man,” Jason replied excitedly. I hung up and went to find my mom. She was in the kitchen making dinner like she always did before heading to work.

“Is anyone else home?” I asked her as I approached her. I could smell the cum soaked bra under her tank top as I got closer. She shook her head no.

“Great, that’ll make this easier. You need to change,” I said. She was currently wearing a black tank top over her large breasts and some figure hugging jeans. But I knew that that wasn’t nearly slutty enough for our purposes. I led her into my sister’s room, where I picked out a skin tight mini dress. Both the top and bottom hems had sheer lace detailing, teasing to show even more than what was already exposed in the skimpy dress. It was several sizes too small for my mom, but she squeezed into it nonetheless. I told her to take off her panties and go up to her room to get a pair of nude nylons and heels. I was texting Jason that I’d be over soon when I heard her heels clicking against the wood floor as she walked down the stairs.

“Great,” I confirmed once I saw her. She looked like an absolute whore.

“What are we doing? Please just tell me we’re not going to the sex shop. I can’t go there with you,” she pleaded.

“You’ll see. It’ll be fun, so fun,” I replied.

We drove my mom’s car to Jason’s so that everyone would think she was at work. She was antsy the whole drive, tapping her foot on the ground and looking intently at her surroundings, likely trying to figure out where we could possibly be going. When we arrived, I put the car in park and reached behind the passenger seat to retrieve a brown paper bag. Inside were two handles and a quarter of bud.

“Pre-game?” I asked her, unscrewing the cap to one of the bottles. She furiously shook her head no and insisted she would not be drinking, as she needed to stay sober. I scoffed, knowing that wasn’t going to be an option for her. I did one shot, but ultimately decided I didn’t want to get drunk. I’d smoke, but I really wanted to be present and aware for what was about to go down.

“Just take the edge off, mom. I INSIST,” I said sternly while holding the bottle up to her face. She parted her lips a tiny bit and I poured what was probably the equivalent of a large shot into her mouth. Her lips pursed and she winced, but she swallowed.

We walked to Jason’s door and knocked. Monica answered and lit up when she saw us. “Oh my gosh!!!! Hi Mrs. G!” she shouted excitedly at my mom, who she had met a few times previously. My mom looked incredibly confused as Monica embraced her in a hug and led us through the door into the living room. Jason greeted us and we all sat down – my mom and I on the couch and Jason and Monica in chairs across from us.

I pulled the booze and bud out from the paper bag. Monica chirped excitedly, taking the already opened bottle from my hand and pouring a few shots into small glasses on the coffee table between us. Jason took the weed and stuffed a few large buds into a grinder, preparing to pack a bong. “Got any papers? I’m gonna roll a joint too,” I asked Jason. He threw me a pack of papers and dispensed some ground up bud into a gerb on the table in front of me. My mom anxiously fidgeted, looking between the three of us, likely wondering if Jason and Monica were in on my plan as well.

“I didn’t know you liked to party, Mrs. G,” Jason said inquisitively. She stayed silent, faking a half smile and nodding, while both Jason and Monica stared at her awaiting a response.

“Neither did I. But let me tell you, she parties,” I assure him, alluding to the side of my mom I had no idea about until I watched her in the sex shop. Jason, curious and sensing something odd, asked Monica to give us a minute. She smiled and nodded, asked if she could take the joint that I had rolled, and said, “I’ll be in the bedroom.” Once she left the room, Jason’s eyes locked on my mom. He scanned her up and down, likely wondering why she was dressed up like an 18 year old slut.

“Alright. What’s going on here?” Jason asked before lighting a corner of the bowl pack on his bong and taking a rip. I took out my phone and pulled up the video. My mom shot up, reached for my phone, and yelled “Please don’t!” This made Jason laugh.

“What the hell you guys?” he chuckled through the smoke. I played the video and handed the phone to Jason. He put the bong down, staring wide eyed at the video. He stood up, still watching, and began to pace the living room while muttering “fuck” under his breath. My mom sat on the couch, head in her hands, seemingly ready to cry, while I hit the bong.

“Wow. Okay. Ummm. Wow…” Jason stuttered once he finished the video. He sat back down, this time on the couch with us, on the other side of my mom. He placed his hand on her thigh and she flinched.

“It’s okay Mrs. G,” he assured her, squeezing her thigh. “Maybe you just need some help to relax?” he asks, gesturing towards the bong.

“No. I don’t smoke weed,” my mom insisted. She looked like she was starting to get more nervous, and might book it for the door at any moment. If she did, I was ready to stop her. But I didn’t think she would really try that, given what was at stake.

“Well mom, I think you do now,” I said, grabbing the bong and holding it up to her face. She shook her head no and scooted back on the couch, trying to move as far away from the bong as she possibly could. Jason chuckled and egged her on. “Come on Mrs. G, you can do it! If you can get face fucked by a group of strangers then you can totally rip a bong,” he teased as he inched closer to her, lighter in hand. She continued to refuse until I reminded her what I had on her. What Jason and I both now had on her.

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All week my dad, Arkasha and I communicated in the most intimate atmosphere. Our neighbor literally became a member of the family, every day after classes we either went to his apartment or he came to us. If before, after classes, Marina and I could only indulge in oral sex with each other and wait for our father, now everything has changed – Arkady was always ready to give us pleasure. My sister and I did not remain in debt.

It was especially interesting to caress my dad or Arkasha with my mouth in an unusual setting. For example, talking on unrelated topics and suddenly switching to, let’s say, body language. On Tuesday, dad decided to talk about our studies, and quite naturally, he put his hand on my chest, after which he began to stroke it. We continued to talk about sociology as if nothing had happened.

– Vika, what are you going through now?

“Methods of conducting social surveys…” I answered.

Dad continued the caresses, moving a little closer to me.

– Interesting?

– Well, yes… Especially the types of samples, representativeness…

My father reached under my blouse and began to knead my unprotected soft breasts.

— Will you conduct the survey yourself?

– Yes, next week.

Dad removed his hand from under his blouse and brought it to my hair. He gently stroked my head and then gently pushed me down. I obediently bent down and began to unbutton his pants with my usual movements. But the magic that followed could never become ordinary. It was clearly visible how, from my actions, my father’s penis was growing literally before our eyes. I couldn’t help but smile joyfully. Having adjusted my trousers more comfortably, I lightly touched the hot, pulsating flesh with my tongue.

– Is the teacher good?

“Yes, he is a professor, a doctor of science,” I said completely unrelated things, and at the same time rubbed my nose and cheeks against the already moistened tip of my father’s penis.

–Have you already had seminars?

— The first seminar on Friday… — it was difficult for me to speak due to the fact that my penis seemed to slide into my mouth.

I began to move my head, and dad tensed up and his hand pressed me a little from above. It was cozy and funny to feel in this position, when my entire mouth was filled with my dad’s warm dick, which twitched with my every movement. Finally, daddy relaxed, removed his hand, and I released my penis from my lips, grabbed it with my palm and pressed it to my father’s stomach, starting to lick the wrinkled testicles.

– Yes… Continue, daughter…

I took the left testicle in my mouth, smacked it, released it and did the same with the right one, and then began to tickle them with the very tip of my tongue. Dad simply languished from my caresses, and I wanted to torment him. But this could not last long. A powerful hand grabbed me by the hair, tore me away from the literally ticklish activity and quickly impaled me on my penis, which was trembling with excitement. I hummed in protest, but in fact I even liked this transition.

My father gasped and began to ejaculate into my tender mouth. It was difficult for me to hold in so much of my father’s love juice, but I made an effort and swallowed all the viscous, pleasant-tasting liquid. When the penis was left alone, dad became quiet and looked at me.

– Daughter, I’m sorry that I’m like this… I don’t know what came over me…

– Yes, nothing, dad! I even liked it, you grabbed me so quickly and it didn’t hurt at all. In general, it turned out neatly. I got too carried away…

– No, no, Vika, it was just great! But I wanted to feel your mouth with my dick again, and every movement inflames the desire even more…

– yenimahalle escort Dad… I was pleased, honestly. This is not violence, it just happened that way… – I wasn’t lying at all. I really liked my father’s unexpected initiative.

“Aren’t you angry, daughter?”

— Not at all, daddy!

We kissed and I ran away to meet Arkasha, who was already entering the hallway. Marina let him in. I waited until they had thoroughly enjoyed each other’s tongues and kissed Arkady on the lips. He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. And Marina and I went to the kitchen, where I helped her prepare dinner.

Another time, on Thursday, Arkasha and I decided to go to the skating rink, which was open in our city in May. My father had a car, but it was under repair. There were few people on the bus, Arkady and I sat in the back seat and I laid my head on his shoulder, and he, in turn, hugged me.

– Vic, don’t you want to… Well, now?

– Arkash, what are you doing? There are people here…,” I began to be indignant, although I really liked the idea.

– Well, they’re all sitting in front… Come on, huh?

I started arguing with him, whispering heatedly and arguing that someone would definitely get on at the next stop.

– Well, please, Vic, what is it worth to you? I’ll hurry up, I really want to, huh?

– No, how can you not understand! — I tried to appeal to common sense. — Our friends and teachers live in this area!

– Vika, I beg you! I can’t stand it anymore!

He put both hands on my shoulders and pressed lightly. I chuckled and smiled timidly.

– Okay, just quickly!

The bus had large windows, they offered an excellent view and did not end at chest level, but continued all the way to the seats. Ignoring this, I turned to Arkasha, looked into his eyes with mischievous sparkles, and finally made up my mind.

I wasn’t very comfortable, but Arkasha sat half-turned towards the window and I managed to take a more or less comfortable position. Quickly unbuttoning the guy’s shorts, I brought out a small, but so beloved and desired organ. He was as excited as possible, all I could do was open my plump lips and take hot flesh into my mouth. Which is what was done. Arkasha groaned and put his hand on my hair, which was scattered all over the seat. I didn’t move quickly, but I tried to take it to the fullest possible depth, moving my tongue and squeezing Arkasha’s testicles with my fingers.

Suddenly Arkady froze. I stopped in fear. “We’ve been spotted!” — a terrible thought danced in my head.

– Don’t raise your head! – the guy whispered desperately. In the best traditions of my stupidest actions, I, without removing my erect penis from my mouth, looked out the window. The bus was at a traffic light, and to the left, below us in the next row, there was an old foreign car, in which sat none other than sociology teacher, Doctor of Science Veniamin Petrovich. His wife appeared to be driving, and he was in the passenger seat. And he stared right at me. His face slowly changed expression from interest to immense surprise.

I was well aware that he recognized me, and, quite suddenly, I wanted to continue. How this idea came to my mind is unclear, obviously the consideration “it can’t get worse” played a role. I lowered my gaze again, planted my mouth deeper on the penis and began to slide along the organ, wet from my saliva. Arkasha didn’t try to stop me. After a few seconds, he moaned hoarsely and began to pour out directly behind his protruding cheek, where his penis rested at that moment. I hummed quietly, trying not to let out a drop, and began hastily swallowing the viscous white liquid. Passengers yeşilköy escort began to turn around at the sounds from the back seat, but from behind the backs of their seats they did not notice anything seditious, since I wisely removed my long slender legs from the aisle.

The bus started moving, I calmed down and finally released my penis from the captivity of my bold lips. But I was in no hurry to raise my head, resting my cheek comfortably on Arkasha’s naked penis, I continued on for another stop. The excitement among the passengers in the front seats subsided, I stood up, returned Arkady’s shorts to their rightful place and straightened up. Nobody noticed anything. Well, almost no one…

— Vika, it was wonderful! I just didn’t expect… That old man in the car, he was staring at you like that…

– This is my teacher.

– What? Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen…

– It’s okay, he’s probably telling stories anyway

about sex, couldn’t see my face. And, you know… On the contrary, it turned me on, well, when he looked. It became so joyful and cheerful, light at heart!

Arkasha smiled and we began to kiss. He penetrated my mouth with his tongue, where his penis was a minute ago and with pleasure found my nimble tongue there. His hands caressed my chest, tummy, thighs, he pressed furiously against me, as if we were trying to dissolve in each other…

In the evening, this episode caused fun and admiring glances at the table. My father hastened to tell us the good news that the car would be returned from the service center tomorrow. Everyone was very happy. Especially Marina, although she was not exactly at the table, but rather under it, but this did not stop her from humming joyfully.

— I decided to take everyone out into nature tomorrow. We’ll take you too, Arkasha!

– I’m on the greedy side of Arkasha! – Marisha said inaudibly, carefully pleasing her dad. Her bare soles, which were peeking out from under the table, moved impatiently, and it became difficult for dad to restrain his emotions. Arkady and I looked at each other knowingly and laughed. Eighteen-year-old Marisha put her small, very childish feet one on top of the other and curled her toes, humming again, this time with excitement. It was impossible to look at such a picture without smiling. Arkasha and I laughed, no longer holding back. Marina’s soiled little face peeked out from under the table, offended.

– Hey, what are you doing?

I stood up and walked towards her to console her. Kneeling down next to Marisha, I began to lick my sister’s splashed face, affectionately fingering and squeezing her breasts. Marina stopped being offended, calmed down, and then got up, cleaned herself up and went to the kitchen for the first course. After all, our chief cook!

***

The next day was a shortened day at work. I finished before lunch, got into a taxi and went to the car service. Along the way, I couldn’t stop smiling, thinking about the incredible changes that had taken place in my destiny. Just two weeks ago there was no even a suspicion in my thoughts how much my daughters could unsettle me from my usual, measured, ordinary life. A boring gray reality then literally enveloped everything around me, there was not a glimmer of bright colors, only the smiles and happy laughter of Vika and Marina illuminated my dull existence.

Now every day turned into a deafening fireworks display of emotions, I couldn’t stop thinking about warm, desirable mouths, and the laughter and smiles of my daughters seemed to me on their dirty faces as a matter of course. At the same time, I continued to love them with a tender fatherly love, the yeşilyurt escort feelings formed a strange mixture that had yet to be sorted out.

The taxi pulled up to the service station, I paid and got out. My handsome SUV was already waiting for its owner, happily sparkling with chrome parts. I took my seat behind the wheel with pleasure, turned the ignition key and noted with pleasure the smooth hum of the engine. Having paid the mechanics, I drove out onto the roadway and headed to my home, trembling in anticipation of getting ready for the outdoors.

Having parked the car in the garage, I went up to the apartment. Having unlocked the door with the key, I fully enjoyed the spectacle of Vicky jumping on Arkasha’s dick on the carpet in the hallway. “We didn’t even make it to the bed, poor things!” — I thought, walked around the moaning couple and went to the bathroom to wash away the tension of a short, but still working day.

The moans from the hallway were coming louder and louder until they turned into frantic screams and something similar to sobbing. I was splashing around in the shower and heard quiet muttering. It began to move away and soon died down. Apparently the children decided to go look for a more comfortable place to play.

Coming out of the shower, I went straight to the living room, where Vika, on her knees, smacked Arkasha’s dick. The guy lay down across the sofa, throwing his hands behind his head and closing his eyes blissfully. He smiled contentedly and moaned serenely as Vika slid up and down his penis, glistening with saliva.

But I didn’t have poppy dew in my mouth in the morning, so I had to break this idyll a little.

– Vika, daughter, did you cook today?

– Yeah, put the egg in the griddle…

The object of her attention prevented her daughter from speaking, but she did not let go of her prey.

– Thank you, daughter!

I went into the kitchen, heated up some bacon and eggs and started eating. Marina was not there yet, but she was supposed to appear any minute. After lunch, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and went back to the room. Vika and Arkasha finally had enough of each other and sat at their laptops, and Arkasha got Marinin, decorated with stickers with colorful cartoon characters. I realized that it was time for us to start packing our things, because it was already afternoon.

“We’re going overnight, we’ll take a tent, sleeping bags, Marisha marinated the meat since yesterday, we’ll have vegetables and bread.” Come on, hurry up!

Arkasha and Vika slowly got up and walked behind the stepladder to climb onto the mezzanine. This pace did not suit me and I jumped up to Vika and lightly spanked her on the butt, but this only caused my daughter to be in a playful mood. We struggled for about a minute, the girl pulled her hands towards my fly, and I pulled it back with a laugh. Arkasha watched us with a smile.

Finally Marina arrived. She was already dressed for the trip and asked indignantly:

-What are you doing here? We’re late!

With the arrival of Marina, things went faster. We found a tent and sleeping bags, Arkasha brought his own, we locked the doors, loaded provisions and belongings into the car, and rushed off, not forgetting, however, about the traffic rules.

The road passed without incident. As agreed yesterday, Marina sat back next to Arkasha, and Vika sat down next to me, so that I could put my hand on her bare knee. We were driving along a country road to the lake, there were almost no cars, so I didn’t mind if Vika got a little naughty… She opened her mouth slightly and began to lean towards the already impressive mound on my trousers, when I heard a fuss from behind and felt how someone is shaking the chair.

Turning around, I saw my youngest daughter jumping on Arkady’s dick, holding onto the back of the driver’s seat and moaning softly with a satisfied smile on her cute childish face. Vika shrugged and began to unfasten her belt. It was six o’clock in the afternoon. It got dark, I had to turn on the headlights.

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Step Sister Corruption Part 151 – Day 77 Summer Loses her ‘A’ Virginity

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Summer

GOD, JESUS, VIRGIN MARY, THE GHOST, HOLY SPIRIT, BUDDA, FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER, ZEUS, APOLLO, WHICHEVER OF YOU FUCKING DEITIES ARE LISTENING RIGHT NOW I SWEAR THAT I WILL BUILD A SHRINE IN YOUR FUCKING NAME RIGHT NOW IF YOU’RE ABLE TO KEEP GABE FROM TEARING MY ASSHOLE IN TWO!!!

I was praying to every decent deity I could think of that would be able to save my ass right now.

And the motherfucker just started pushing his impressive member into me…..to be specific into my vir….well I guess my ass is no longer a virgin now is it?  Wait it’s still a virgin he hasn’t penetrated me yet. 

Unless you consider the plug as me losing my virginity then yes my asshole was no longer a virgin.

And then there was the dildo I was shoving up my ass before Gabe caught me.

Yeah I was no longer a virgin.

Jesus!!!!

Not even the dildo or plug hurt this bad.

Ok maybe the fat end of the plug did hurt a bit….ok it hurt a lot but Gabe’s fucking mushroom tip head pushing against my iris was a lot larger than that god damn plug.

I screamed, “I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO BE FUCKING GENTLE YOU ASS!!!!”

I heard Kelly start laughing.

I looked at Kelly and snapped, “WHAT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY???”

Kel smiled at me, “He hasn’t even gotten the tip in yet.”

I need to bite on something…anything.

I clamped my mouth on the first thing I found….a pillow.

I felt tears running down my face so I clamped my teeth into the fluffy object and was suddenly reverting to my baser instincts as I was shaking my head like the object had the most delectable meats imaginable the only thing keeping me from the meats was the stupid cover.

I wouldn’t be surprised if someone compared me to a rabid dog at the moment with my mouth foaming from what was happening behind me.

I heard my tormenter….I mean lover….no he’s definitely my tormentor as he was pushing his member into me and him speaking softly, “Remember to relax or this is going to hurt.”

I let my mouth go and yelled, “FUCK YOU!!! YOU RELAX!!!”

I heard Gabe, “Summer….it’s me.  Just relax and calm down.  I promised I’d be gentle.”

I sighed….I did say he could take me…damn it.  And he did promise me that he would be gentle with me.

Sure as fuck doesn’t feel like he was being gentle at the moment.

I sighed and tried to relax but I don’t care who you are the first time I got my V card removed I fucking tensed as my hymen was broken.  And there was no damn hymen in my fucking ass, just my tight balloon nut.

I turned my head so I could look up in my position to look at Gabe, “Could you at least use more lube?”

Gabe smiled at me, “Babe if I use any more lube I’m afraid our own country might invade us for our oil.”

I looked at him dead pan.

Did this mother fucker fucking joke?

I looked at him serious and spoke very clearly as I enunciated every word, “I….SAID….USE….MORE….LUBE!!!”

Gabe shrugged and grabbed the bottle of lube that Morgan had retrieved for this particular activity to show me he had it. He turned the bottle upside down and squeezed as I felt a nice stream of cold ass fucking lube hit my asshole and traveled down to my pussy.

He looked at me with a smile, “Happy?”

I nodded.

He resumed and I felt his tip touch my asshole before I felt the pressure against my rear iris and I felt the familiar pain….only a magnitude larger.

He stopped and spoke, “Remember to relax.”

I felt the pressure.

He spoke, “Relax.”

Pressure….pain.

“Relax.”

Major pain as I felt the tip beginning to slip into my iris…the lube barely fucking helping.

“Relax.”

I felt my asshole stretch wider to what felt like a mile wide.

My body started glistening from sweat as pain washed through my body demanding I run away from the dick trying to penetrate the wrong fucking hole.

I prayed ‘Please don’t let Gabe break my asshole!!’

Unbearable pain now.

I felt my asshole beginning to tear.

I prayed harder as I chewed on my new toy…the pillow as it helped muffle my scream.

I swear I heard my body pop and felt my asshole begin to shut…just a little bit but the oak tree hiding behind the massive mile wide fucking tip kept my asshole from closing any more.

Gabe spoke calmly, “There you just took the tip. Good job babe.”

I knew tears were freely flowing down my face.

Only problem I didn’t know if it was from the pain or happiness that my asshole didn’t tear into two.

I felt Gabe put his hand on the swell of my back as he spoke the most stupidest question I have ever heard in my life, “You ready?”

Am I ready?

Are you fucking joking me?

I feel like I should get a big giant fluffy stuffed teddy from the top shelf for surviving the ring toss from the fair for having my rear ring stretched to the size of a fucking crater.

I felt my asshole moisten as I fucking freaked out, yalova escort “What’s that?”

Kelly spoke softly, “It’s just more lube honey.”

Good I’m not bleeding.

Then I gasped as I felt the massive tip hiding just beyond my asshole start to travel deeper into my bowels causing my eyes to get the widest they have ever been.

The further the tip travelled into me I swear I could feel my asshole stretch as Gabe’s impressive girth that I so loved inside my pussy I now fucking dreaded as it stretched my asshole even wider and pain shot throughout my body.

I moaned, “Ffuucccckkkkkk!!!!” And more tears flowed down my face.

I felt my asshole slowly stretch wider as the massive fat fucking oak attached to Gabe slowly went deeper and deeper into my bowels shooting nothing but pain making my face stained by tears as I was ready to almost faint. The only thing keeping me from passing out was the continued pain and my bowels making me feel completely stuffed.

After what felt like an eternity of having my asshole stretched as Gabe’s impossibly wide ass girth that felt like I was millimeters away from my precious rear iris tearing and me getting a free hospital stay I finally FINALLY felt Gabe’s hips meet my ass cheeks.

THANK YOU!!!!! THERE IS A GOD!!!!

AND MY ASSHOLE IS ONE PIECE…..I think.

But now I feel stuffed to the brim, which is the weirdest feeling to have your anal cavity filled and it wasn’t shit but somebody’s dick.

My thought didn’t escape me but the pain was too overwhelming to appreciate the irony.

Gabe spoke, “Was I gentle enough babe?”

I looked at him and thought I’d be diplomatic, “Yes baby. Thank you.”

It sounded a lot better than chewing him out….or asking if my asshole has torn and bleeding.

He smiled and started pulling out as I felt great relief as I felt his impossibly long fucking cock slowly leave my bowels and my asshole slowly started to close as his girth slowly became smaller until I felt his mushroom tip knock on the back side of my balloon nut and had to refrain from grunting to help push the dick out effectively shitting out Gabe’s dick.

My relief was very brief as I grunted and gasped with a long curse resembling fuck but my gasp cut it short as my insides were re-invaded with Gabe’s length and my asshole stretched again as his girth stretched it back out.

I got to replay my previous emotions of pain and praying as it felt longer and wider the second time.

But once again my asshole never tore as Gabe’s hips pressed against my ass cheeks.

Then once again I felt tremendous relief as his cock left my insides only to re-enter my rear.

Each stroke I felt nothing but pain as there was no fucking pleasure in this damn act.

I was beginning to feel that this whole let Gabe take my ass was nothing but a huge fucking mistake.

How in the fuck do girls enjoy this?

Then somehow it happened….I started feeling pleasure.

I blinked once I felt that usual feel good start to build in my body…and build….and build.

I don’t know when it happened but somehow I was beginning to enjoy it as the pain slowly subsided and the same feel good in my pussy was starting to quiver telling me I would be approaching an orgasm.

Soon I was begging Gabe to go faster. Go harder. To pound my ass like a Congo drum.

Gabe answered my begs as he increased his tempo.

I was actually enjoying this.

Maybe having my ass fucked wasn’t so bad.

Each stroke was hitting something hiding in my ass that was making this pleasurable.

Soon I felt my first ass-gasm….and it was fucking STRONG!!!

I screamed as my ass-gasm also fired off an orgasm in my pussy making the feel good slam throughout my body like I was ran over by an orgasm bus……a thousand meter long bus…….as tall as an oak tree.

My body locked up as the waves of euphoria slammed against my mind easily destroying my brain and was seeing stars.

Gabe didn’t stop fucking my ass making my orgasm last longer until it finally subsided and I officially collapsed into a heap as my brain’s synapses were completely misfiring from the strong orgasm that slammed against it.

I don’t know how long Gabe was destroying my ass but the pain and pleasure built up another orgasm and soon I felt another strong orgasm wash and radiate throughout my body again.

And again.

And again.

Then it happened, I don’t know how long Gabe had been destroying my ass and I sure as fuck lost count of my ass-gasms long ago as time seemed to be relative at the moment, but I felt for the first time the warmest fluid shoot into my anal cavity giving me the weirdest sensation I had ever felt in my life.

With Gabe’s orgasm over I felt his metal like rod begin to soften and my asshole’s strength begin to win as it tried to close around the flesh object as it left my anal cavity until the impossibly fat tip shook hands with the back side of my asshole and felt a lower level of pain as the tip softened enough until it finally left my asshole.

It yalvaç escort was finally over and my collapse was finished as I sprawled onto the couch.

Happy the act was over and having cum in a place it shouldn’t be that just felt wrong and weird. But at the same time right as I had a new understanding for the act.

Maybe having anal wasn’t so bad after all. You know after the soul searing pain there was actual pleasure though I was so ready to run away before that even happened. So maybe just maybe having Gabe take my ass was worth it all as the act was pleasurable nearly as good as my pussy especially if the orgasms were this good if not better.

I panted in place and heard Gabe, “So How was it?”

I smiled and looked at him deciding to answer his stupid question with a question of my own, “Are you an anal man now?”

I got my answer in a smile as he kissed my forehead.

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Step Sister Corruption Part 152 – Day 79 Ginger Gets A Shock

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Sarah

I sat in the hotel room wishing I could drunk right now and was extremely frustrated.

I guess I should clarify.

My sleeping husband was laying on his back completely nude his dick slowly softening as I had just rode my husband for the third time today and I’m pissed.

I had my husband’s cum leaking out of my pussy and I wanted more.

All three times my husband’s natural stamina couldn’t compare after feeling my own son’s stamina out pace my husband where there was a clear difference.

Am I ruined?

I thought I could handle having my son fuck me senseless and still be happy with my husband’s now sub par cock.

I mean yes I still think my husband’s dick fits my pussy like a glove.

And yes I still think that his natural stamina can get me off with at least one orgasm….a small orgasm at the least.

And of course I still love my husband.

Damn it why did I have to go and fuck my son more than once?

I was in day two of what should have been a glorious ten day excursion with my husband as he ‘wined and dined’ what he tells me was potential investors as well as met with our current benefactors in this location.

And I was supposed to go with him to every meeting so I could meet with all our current benefactors as well as meet our potential clients as we are supposed to be a team.

Has he taken me to any of these back door meetings?

No.

All I’ve been doing is sitting around with my thumb up my ass and do absolutely nothing while my libido makes me fucking horny.

The fucker wouldn’t even let me fucking shop in a new city that I’ve never been in.

God do I love to shop.

It’s almost better than sex….almost.

But anything would be better than my one orgasm chump of a husband at this moment.

I lightly thought of Gabe and wondered what he was doing at this very moment.

He better be taking care of his sister’s and not fucking one of his many girl’s that had been frequenting the house.

Wait!

Am I jealous that my son is getting so much pussy?

No. Jealousy is not the right word.

I looked at my husband’s deflated cock as his ass loudly snored.

Envy.

Envy was the right word.

I was envious of all the little bitches, including Summer and my daughter Kelly, who got to be blessed by my son’s impressive cock.

God what I wouldn’t do to have him stretching out my pussy right now and have me visit orgasm town multiple times.

I felt myself start to pet my pussy as my husband’s little shot of cum lightly dripped out of my pussy.

Just to feel him actually fill my womb with that hot potent thick yummy cum made my petting get faster….and faster….and faster.

Soon I hit my first mini gasm and I felt what little cum my husband injected into my pussy be forcefully ejected as I experienced my usual mini-gasm from feeling up my pussy.

I looked over at my husband’s cock wondering if I can coax the little guy back to life while it’s owner was in a deep sleep just so I can take my frustration out on it.

God why did I have to leave ALL my supplements behind?

Oh that’s right most airplane’s won’t let take any liquid onto the plane and the last time I tried to sneak some in my case when I got to where we needed to be when I opened my case all my supplements along with my perfume and toiletries were missing.

Since then, whenever we go anywhere and a plane was involved I leave everything home and simply hit a pharmacy or super store to get small toiletries and depending on how long we are away from home I usually hit up an approved Muschi distributors to get my fix anything left over after we’re about to go home I either send home via mail or leave behind depending on how much is left.

But asshole, I mean Jason, told me that we would do that tomorrow before I go with him to meet our clients.

Well I didn’t leave ALL my supplements behind I was able to sneak a couple pussy balls in my luggage so I can protect my pussy yenibosna escort from getting pregnant.

And I just used the last one an hour ago.

At least tomorrow I’ll get my supply replenished.

God do I need more cock!

Well there’s not much I can do about anything at the moment.

Or could I?

I put on my yoga pants and put on a reasonable top. I grabbed my cell, my Bluetooth ear pieces, and my hotel key. I was going down to the bar to get a drink or drinks until I can come back and blackout next to my loud ass snoring husband.

I was able to get downstairs and walk into the hotel’s bar and find a secluded spot. I had ordered a mixed drink though I was a little upset that they didn’t have a good wine on hand.

I sat down with my Long Island tea in my secluded spot and Video called Gabe.

I waited a few rings before Gabe answered and saw my son’s face on my screen.

I had my Bluetooth ear pieces in so no one could hear what we would be talking about as I planned on being naughty.

I smiled, “Hey honey!”

Gabe’s face lightly smiled, “Hey mom! What’s up?”

I smiled, “Oh nothing. I was bored and thought I would check up on you. How’s the girl’s? They’re not causing you too many problems are they?”

Gabe looked at his phone and his smile disappeared before he ran his hand through his impossible long thick hair as he moved it away from his face, “The girl’s are fine. We’re fine.”

I looked at him, “Uh oh. Something happen?”

I heard one of the girl’s scoff as his phone picked up and I heard ‘Yeah fine is putting it mildly.’ before Gabe quickly hushed the person and returned his attention to his phone.

It sounded like Summer’s voice.

Gabe put on his fake smile, “Nothing that can’t wait until you’re home.”

I looked at him, “Ok. Cryptic much. What happened?”

Gabe looked at me, “You sure you want to hear this?”

I nodded as my mind started racing of all the bad things that could happen. I spoke, “Yes honey. I need to know.”

Gabe sighed, “Well Samantha started this morning.”

I looked at him confused. Started? Started what?

I heard Summer’s voice, ‘Just tell her that Samantha started her period.’

As I heard that my eyes went wide as I heard that. My voice shook, “You sure about that?”

Gabe laughed, “Pretty damn sure.”

I spoke, “And she came out to you?”

Gabe shook his head, “Nope.”

I looked at him, “Ok who?”

Gabe turned his phone to Kelly as his cock was in her mouth, “Her.”

I blinked. This motherfucker was getting a blowjob while he was on the phone with me.

Cheeky bastard.

Kelly stopped sucking Gabe’s cock and lightly waved, “Hi mom.”

I sighed, “Hi Kelly. You sure Samantha started?”

Kelly nodded, “Yeah I caught her quickly changing her clothes as she rushed to put her blood soaked panties and pants into the wash as we were about to leave for school. I stopped her and asked her why she was rushing off and she got scared before she embarrassingly told me she suddenly started bleeding and whispered to me ‘down there’ as she pointed to her crotch.”

I thought about how old Samantha was thinking she was too young as she was 10 years old. I quickly spoke, “What happened next?”

Kelly spoke, “I showed her how to apply one of my leftover pads and called the school telling them Samantha was sick today. Then I took her with me to the college today as next week is midterms week so I couldn’t call off and Gabe took Jasmine to school. We also called Samantha’s friend’s parents and notified them that Samantha would be with them tomorrow.

Then after school while I was at practice Summer and Gabe took Samantha home after making a small pit stop. Summer showed Samantha how to apply a tampon as well as how to use pads we got her an assortment of both so she’s aware and can pick whichever is more comfortable to her.”

Summer quickly spoke, “We also made sure that she hides her tampons and pads in Gabe and Kelly’s old bathroom so Jasmine doesn’t see them and think they’re toys.”

I sighed at hearing that.

I heard everything that Kelly told me, “Is she ok?”

Summer spoke and Kelly moved the camera to her so I could see Summer, “Yeah we explained that her body was transitioning into woman hood. I told her she will start noticing changes in her body. Not really fun telling a little girl about her body. Just glad I didn’t have to explain the birds and the bees. But when you get home Mrs Michaels you might want to speak to Samantha.”

I sighed and nodded, “Thank you all. But isn’t Samantha too young to be starting her period?”

Summer laughed, “I started when I was 11.”

Kelly spoke, “About the same for me.”

I thought about Samantha’s age and thought about when I started. I was about 12 myself. And Samantha was a few months shy of turning 11 herself. My Valentine’s baby was turning into a woman and I wasn’t there to be there for it…damn it.

Summer continued, “Besides Mrs Michaels in Sexual Awareness class we learned that little girl’s typically start their period as early as 8 years old though usually most start around the age of 12. And most girl’s start maturing at 12 though some can start earlier. So Samantha is at about the right age to start maturing with her starting her period now though I’d still watch for signs in case Jasmine starts as well.”

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Author’s Note:

So this actually is NOT one of my stories. A friend came to me and asked if I would write her story. And when she told me what it was about and told me the story. I immediately said YES! Cause it sounded hot! So, most of this is actually her words. I just did some editing here and there to clean up the grammar. I hope you guys enjoy it.

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“Sarah’s Story”

I guess it all started at my brother’s engagement party. My parents always made a big deal out of those things. My party a year ago had been enormous and what they had planned for my brother’s was simply ridiculous. Father owned a ranch just outside of town, and by ranch? I mean compound. It was huge, which was good because we’d invited over 150 people. Father always said, “Life is for the living.” So he always went overboard when hosting a celebration.

Mother hosted many parties over the years. I remembered how she practically killed herself at my engagement party to James. Because of this I volunteered to take the bulk of the work for this one.

James and I were married just the year before and technically were still newlyweds. But James’ job took him overseas most of the time. But whenever he returned we were crazy for each other. So as dedicated as I was to making sure my brother’s party went well, I was very excited for the night to come. When James and I could be together. I had even gone to a spa for a thorough waxing, just the way James likes me.              

Mother focused on the caterers while I made sure the guests were taken care of as well as the entertainment. Like the strippers for the Men’s party later that night. I was profoundly grateful when the evening finally ended and the men wanted to leave for the stripper party. I was exhausted. I mustered the energy to make sure everyone knew what rooms they were sleeping in. And even had to help escort a few who had celebrated a little too hard. Somewhere in all of that James kissed me and said he’d be back soon. Just before he slipped out for the late night party with the guys.

I laughed thinking about how excited he would be when he came back. With that in mind, I was finally able to slip away and take a shower. Slipping into bed naked, I began to fondle my breasts as I played with myself. Imagining what my husband would soon be doing to me. But I was so tired that I must have drifted off to sleep.

I felt a hand caress my breast, gently pinching my nipple. Soon his tongue lightly licked my other nipple before suckling it. I was only half awake when a moan escaped my mouth. I gave a small encouraging groan as his hand squeezed my ass cheek. I grinned as I felt him position himself between my legs and his dick’s head started spreading me open. But alarms started going off when I felt a very large dick trying to push its way into my pussy. Opening me in a way James never could. It was just too much.

Before I could say anything he propped my legs up with his elbows and gripped my shoulders. Before yahşihan escort trying to push that horse cock into my pussy. I was soaking wet but it still couldn’t go in beyond 3/4 of an inch. I almost screamed.

“James!?… What are you doing!?” I said

Then I heard my Father’s voice. “Sarah?… What are you doing here???”

And in that very moment he gripped my shoulders tighter… He didn’t pull back or anything. His dick was hard as hell and he was not letting me get away, no matter how hard I squirmed.

I could feel myself getting dry. “It’s hurting, please pull it out.” I said.

He didn’t. Instead he asked, “Where is your mom? Why are you here?”

I could understand his mistake. Mom and I are almost identical, with our 38C chests, 33 inch waists and XXL panties. I told him that Mom and I switched rooms. She didn’t want to sleep here with Aunt Marlie’s snoring in the next room.

“It’s hurting Daddy, please pull it out.” I asked again.

“…Look, the damage is done so let’s not spoil it.” He answered.

I admit it, I whimpered. I was dry by this time and he knew it. He bent down and started kissing my neck.

“Ah?” I said.

Then he kissed me behind my ear and then my boobs.

Saying, “Easy baby, relax.”

I could feel him gently move his hips back and forth, just a little.

“Daddy, please. You’re too big.”

Between his mouth slipping to my left nipple and his hands gripping and squeezing my ass and boobs. And that massive cock just quivering back and forth, he slowly got me wet again.

“Just relax baby, this is going to feel so good.” He said.

I pulled him tighter against me burying my face in his neck. I was scared and I needed my daddy to hold me while I whimpered. I shouldn’t have whimpered. I heard a small groan from him as his cock swelled even bigger. Which made me even wetter, I almost came.

Apparently he could feel it too. Because I felt him adjust himself between legs and with a little pull out. And then a hard push, he forced about half of his dick into me. A slight scream came out of my mouth and believe you me, I was in heaven.

“It’s going to be OK, Baby girl.” He said as he kissed my neck.

I cooed another whimper as I nuzzled his neck. Gripping him tighter with my hands like a frightened child as my hips gently thrust against him, like a slut. His pelvis continued to slowly push him deeper inside of me until he managed to get all of it in.

I never thought a dick could feel this good! He reached the deepest parts of me and stretched me to my maximum limit. His ten inch cock was as big around as a fist. Thankfully he was moving slow and steady. And with every thrust I could feel his balls slapping against my ass hole.

To be honest… I felt like he had deflowered me that night. He opened my pussy farther than it had ever been, reached its deepest recesses and widened it for life. I came the moment his big dick’s head touched my cervix. It was all I could do to stay conscious yakacık escort as he slowly worked himself back and forth inside of me. His pace was a calm, relentless and steady pistoning of my pussy. While he kept kissing my jaw, behind my ear and bending his head down to suckle one of my nipples.

“Yes, it feels good now. Doesn’t it?”

I wanted to answer but I was interrupted by my next orgasm as he bit my nipple. Then, after what must have been at least twenty minutes. I felt him begin to pick up his pace to a more serious pussy breaking speed. I held on for dear life, moaning into his shoulder. Until he finally jammed his dick deep inside of me and emptied himself. I came once more as we groaned out our ecstasy together.

I was in heaven. I forgot all about how stretched I was. My legs were sort of frozen and useless as I lay there spread wide. I was dead tired from the hard core fucking.

“You can relax now, baby. The door’s bolted, no one will find us.” He said.

Then he took me in his arms and rolled us over. And while his cum was oozing out of my tired pussy he said, “You might not believe this but this was an accident.”

He didn’t pull out though. And I, sated as I was, could still feel that fat cock of his buried deep inside of me. It was way too big for me.

I could feel him rubbing my back. “It was a mistake, you know? You looked so much like your mother and it’s a signal between us. When I come in and find her naked…” He shrugged. “It’s time to fuck.” He said. “Your husband’s a lucky man, you have a beautiful body.

I don’t remember how long we lay together like that, surely not more than a few minutes. I was in heaven and my pussy was twitching. Next thing I remember, I woke up after a couple of hours’ sleep. He was still holding me. My head was on his shoulder and he was sleeping. I was clung to his chest with one of his hands on my shoulder and the other on my butt.

The moment I moved a little my breasts rubbed against his chest and my nipples got hard. Then I felt a twitch in my pussy. My hand went to my pussy straight away and I was surprised to find that I was still drenched. When I pulled my hand back, it touched his dick. Which was not limp or hard.

Very slowly and carefully I touched his dick again, ever so gently. I placed my hand around that monster shaft, feeling it a little. Gently gripping it to feel the girth of it. I reached for his balls. Never before, or after, have I ever seen such big and heavy balls. I slid my hand back up to Feel his shaft again. When I felt him starting to get hard. I pulled my hand back, not wanting to wake him up. I put my hand over my pussy and placed my middle finger on my slit. It felt a bit open and very wet. I kept feeling my pussy ever so slowly and was getting more and more aroused as I recalled his dick penetrating me. Stretching me.

Dad moved a little, his hand left my shoulder to guide my hand to his magnum sized shaft. While he placed his hand on my pussy. We were feeling erzurum escort each other. He pulled me upwards to his mouth, which went straight to my already hard nipple.

He got up on his knees and placed his dick over my face. Without saying a word he invited me to take it into my mouth. And I did. Watching it slide smoothly in and out of my mouth he shifted above me and put his mouth on my pussy. Which he opened by widening my legs. His tongue was a darting snake and he was licking me as deep as possible in my pussy and butt.

It only took a few minutes for him to make me orgasm. Then he shifted position and lay beside me. Once again focusing on my breasts, taking one after the other into his mouth. While his hand was caressing my pussy. I couldn’t stop fondling his dick and balls. Soon, he positioned himself between my legs. Slowly he spread me again and nestled himself deep inside me. Believe you me, it was not easy to accommodate him in my small pussy and he knew it. He was so gentle. My pussy was very wet but still it was difficult. He took it slow with me.

Fully in, he once again paid attention to my breasts, shoulders, neck and face. He started to move a little faster when he realized I was at ease with his size now. I watched in awe as his massive dick pumped in and out of me. Bewildered at how I was able to take so much. Wiped out as I was, it was all I could do to stay with him, trying my best to push my pussy toward him as he thrust into me. But when his pace increased, I came hard. And then just gave up any pretense of trying.

My father fucked me harder than I thought was possible, making me orgasm time and time again. Twenty minutes of hard core fucking left me exhausted. But when he pulled out of me and ordered me to roll over, I mustered enough energy to get on my hands and knees. He got behind me and gently slipped his dick back into my tired pussy.

He started slow again for a few minutes. But eventually I started to hear, and feel, his hips slapping against my ass cheeks. As tired as I was, I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I don’t even know how many times he made me orgasm. Thankfully, I finally felt him ramp up to a real ass slapping pounding. I held on for all I could for several minutes. Until he finally came inside of me.

I was dead and just fell face down with my legs spread. He laid on me for a few minutes until his cock went limp and slipped out. His cum was once again oozing out of me. My pussy felt like a hollow tube, open wide and twitching.

After a few minutes he rose and went to the washroom. I was half asleep but I could see that he had dressed. Coming next to the bed, he told me he was leaving but hoped I enjoyed it as much as he did.

“I’ll lock the door behind me so you can get up whenever you want.”

“It was just a dream.” I said. “I don’t think you were ever here.”

“Sure thing.” He said and left

I passed out. In the morning I woke up naked and my pussy was filled with mixed juices and dried cum. I was still tired but I got up and went to the washroom. After a couple of steps I found out my pussy was very sore and I couldn’t walk comfortably. Sitting on the commode. I discovered my pussy was so swollen I couldn’t pee without spreading my lips with my fingers.

After bathing I put my dress back on and laid down wondering… Did that really happen?

Or was it a dream?

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My Lusty Landlady Ch. 02

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This is the second instalment of My Lusty Landlady.

In Chapter 01 – Michael moved into his friend Neil’s house and had an instant to attraction to his mother Dorothy. The attraction was mutual and they started fucking immediately.

Neil came into the bedroom and started wanking as he observed his mum and his friend fucking hard. He accidentally shot cum over Michael’s leg.

In the second instalment, Neil becomes more involved in Michael and Dorothy’s voracious sexual appetite for each other and things take an unexpected twist as Michael begins to take over the household.

My Lusty Landlady Chapter 02

After Neil shot his load on my leg and I came on his face, he sat in Dorothy’s bedroom, sporting a big shit-eating grin for a good five minutes. He lingered long enough to watch his mother squirt her cunt juice all over my face as I tongued her out and then he got up and left.

In the throes of a powerful orgasm Dorothy had declared her love for me. To be honest, I took it with a huge pinch of salt as a cock struck middle-aged woman was liable to say anything at the point of a mind-blowing climax.

“I don’t know what the hell came over me. You must think I’m crazy. I’ve never had sex like this before.” Dorothy admitted.

“I know what came over me: Your son!” I laughed.

“Did you shoot cum on his face?” Dorothy asked.

“Yes. What’s good for the goose.” I declared.

“Honestly, you’ve literally just arrived and turned my house into Sodom and Gomorrah!” Dorothy mused.

“This is just the start.” I promised. “I’m going to take you up on your offer to have you any time, any place anywhere.” Dorothy’s cunt started oozing again.

“Oh My God you just made me piss juice.” She cried out.

I looked her in the eye. She ran her hands over my bare chest and kissed me deeply. She then started fondling my cock again.

“You are such a beautiful boy.” She exalted.

If you’d told me yesterday I’d be fucking my weird friend’s mum within minutes of moving into their house, I would never have believed you. I gently pulled away from her.

“Do me a favour and grab me a lemonade. All this fucking is thirsty work.” Dorothy looked surprised but nodded and searched for her knickers. I grabbed them first and put them in my mouth. She was very confused by this gesture. They were sopping wet and tasted of Dorothy’s glorious cunt hole.

“I’ll have to get a fresh pair now.” She half complained. I took them out of my mouth and threw them across the room.

“No. From now on you don’t wear knickers in this house.”

Dorothy smiled and went to put her summer skirt back on.

“No. Wear another tennis skirt,” I ordered, “It’s shorter.”

She did as she was told and went into her wardrobe and took another tennis skirt off the rail. As she pulled it all the way up, her arse was barely covered. I motioned her over to me and lifted the front of her skirt up. Cunt juice was leaking down both legs.

“You look like you’ve wet yourself.” I smiled. Dorothy looked embarrassed.

I moved my hand down to her cunt and slid three fingers in with ease. She moaned loudly and her legs were beginning to shake. This woman could come with little effort and responded powerfully to my voice and touch. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt, which made a plopping sound, and put them in her mouth. She licked each one clean, tasting her creamy pussy juice. I then scooped up some of the juice running down her right leg and licked my fingers. I was about to do the same for her left leg when Dorothy suddenly shuddered to an almighty orgasm and this time a waterfall ran down her legs.

I grabbed ahold of her and pulled her close to me as her body shook with the power of the unexpected climax. She was close to tears.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” She whimpered, “You barely touch me and I come.”

“There’s nothing to be sad about. You’ve simply had a sexual awakening.” I soothed.

“Who said I’m sad? I feel like I’ve died and gone to Heaven.” She grinned through her brimming tears. “Your dirty talk gets me off too!”

As I held her, I couldn’t resist fondling both of her tits. Her nipples started to harden again. For a woman of her years who had had two kids, her body was incredibly firm. (Yes two kids. Dorothy also had a daughter – but more of her later.)

“Now go and get me that drink and I’ll taste your cunt again in a bit.” I said, cutting short her moans of pleasure.

Dorothy took a white T-shirt from her chest of drawers and went to pick up her bra. I snatched it off her, a tad forcefully. She got the message and just put on her T-shirt. I turned her towards me and pulled each nipple out so they were rock hard again and jutting through the T-shirt. Dorothy smiled, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

Still üzümlü escort naked, I waited for a few seconds and then followed her downstairs and into the kitchen. Neil was sitting at the kitchen table reading a music magazine as Dorothy walked in. His eyes lit up at the sight of his mother. Her white T-shirt with protruding nipples and her short knickerless tennis skirt were almost too much for him. He began rubbing his cock through his trousers. When he saw me come into the room naked, he immediately stopped rubbing himself and ogled my body with his mouth open. I went over and stared at him for a few seconds.

“Why did you stop?” I asked. He was too shocked and embarrassed to answer me. “Stand up.” I said. He thought about it for a minute and then did as he was bid.

Dorothy was surprised to hear my voice and spun around. She was even more surprised to see me still naked. I looked at her.

“Do you have a tape measure?” I asked. She looked puzzled but thought better of asking questions. Instead she began to search through the kitchen drawers.

As her back was turned I could see Neil’s erection bulging out through his black jeans. I started rubbing his crotch just to see what he would do. He gently moaned as I did so and started fondling my exposed cock, which began to get hard again.

Dorothy found a ribbon in plastic tape measure (as opposed to a metal one) and brought it over to me. She looked a little startled when she saw me rubbing her son’s cock through his trousers and him fondling mine.

“Oh good!” I exclaimed, “These are the best ones for measuring a cock. Pull his trousers down.” I ordered.

There was just a split second hesitation but then she pulled down Neil’s trousers down to expose a pair of lime green boxer shorts. His erection was stretching the material looking to get out.

“You really should wear briefs.” I told Neil. “And lime green is a terrible colour.” He didn’t say a word but continued fondling my now hard dick. I gave his a good feel through his underwear. “Pull down his boxer shorts Dot.” She looked surprised at me for shortening her name but did as she was told, exposing Neil’s unexpectedly large manhood.

He had a raging hard on. I took it in my hand and gave his cock a few pumps. He began to moan louder as he continued wanking me too. I then stopped wanking him and he did likewise, letting my cock go.

“Hold his cock for me Dot. We need to measure the length.” This time she didn’t hesitate and did as she was told. Taking hold of her son’s meat and pulling it out as straight as she could without hurting him, while I measured his length from the side with the tape measure. “Wow. Seven inches too, the same size as me. I think yours may be a little thinner than mine but it’s a decent sized cock.” Neil looked pleased but didn’t say anything. “Ok, now go and get me that lemonade Dot.”

As Dot turned away I resumed wanking her son off and he again took me in his hand. He was moaning even louder now as his mum walked to the fridge to get the lemonade. As she turned around to see what was happening, I kissed Neil full on the lips. He returned my kiss thrusting his tongue down my throat. Then I went down on my knees and started sucking him off. Dorothy looked utterly shocked.

Neither of them knew it but this wasn’t the first time I’d had a cock in my mouth. One night at the housing co-op I got drunk and sucked off one of the lads who was at our party. I took his cock out of my mouth just before he shot his load and he came all over my chest. So this wasn’t new territory for me despite my initial shock when Dorothy told me her son was bisexual. I was shocked at first because I just saw Neil as a nerd who couldn’t get a girlfriend but his bisexuality opened up a whole new vista. I hadn’t planned for any of this to happen, but that changed when Dorothy said he wanted me. After he wanked while watching me fuck his mother, I knew I would escalate this situation to a whole different level.

As I sucked Neil off, Dorothy stood there dumbfounded. I sucked deeper on his cock for extra emphasis knowing she was watching. After a while she tore her gaze away from me, turned back to the fridge and took out the lemonade. She then reached up into a cupboard to find a glass. I immediately stopped sucking Neil and went up behind Dorothy and grabbed her tits. I rubbed my naked cock against the bottom bit of her arse, which the tennis skirt didn’t cover properly. She gently pushed her bum back against my crotch and moaned.

I turned her around to face Neil and removed her T-Shirt. Her magnificent breasts were fully exposed and her rock hard nipples stood to attention.

“Bring me that tape measure Neil.” The nerdy boy sprang instantly into action. He pulled his pants and trousers completely off uzunköprü escort and came over to us. He held out his hand to give me the tape measure, his hard cock nearly touching his mother’s stomach. “Measure your Mum’s nipples.” I told him.

Before anybody could say anything, from behind I pulled on both of Dorothy’s hard, coat hanger buds as she let out a moan. Neil’s hands were shaking as he placed the tape measure on his mother’s left nipple and started to measure it. As he did so I slowly and purposefully pulled his Mum’s tennis skirt down exposing her wisp of pubic hair and her glistening cunt lips. Once again juice was oozing down her leg.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked Neil.

“The left one is an inch long.” He said nervously.

“Do you think it has reached its full extent yet?” I asked my weird friend.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled.

“Well suck on it and see if it gets any bigger.” I let go of Dorothy and went around to her front to see her reaction. I had a deep suspicion that there had been some kind of sexual contact between Dorothy and her son previously and wanted to see if my hunch was right. I looked her in the eye to see if she was going to stop Neil. She looked at me and gave me a weak smile. The juice was now streaming down her leg. “Your Mum is very leaky.” I laughed.

Neil stood there transfixed unsure what to say. He looked to his mother for some kind of cue but she remained stoically silent. I could tell he wanted to dive into her cunt and lap at her juices.

“Suck on your mum’s left nipple Neil.” I ordered. Neil did as he was bid and Dorothy whimpered as he sucked gently on her rock hard tip. “Finger her while you’re doing it mate.” I said, as if I was instructing him on his tennis backhand or something equally benign.

This time Neil didn’t need a second invitation and slid two fingers inside his mother’s hot, wet, leaky cunt.

“Keep fingering her.” I instructed, as I took the tape measure out of his free hand and measured Dorothy’s nipple. She was softly moaning now at the thrusts from her son’s fingers.

“Fuck me, it’s an inch and a half now,” I whispered in Dorothy’s ear, “Your son fingering your cunt and sucking on your nipple has made it harder.” Dorothy then suddenly jolted into another orgasm and this time squirted all over her son’s hand and splashed the floor with her cum.

I was taken aback by this display of sexual arousal. She was definitely responding to my dirty talk as much as she was to any physical touch. Neil was visibly shaken at his mother’s squirting climax but proceeded to lick all the cum off his hand. Dorothy had actually splashed Neil’s rock hard cock with her cum.

“Tell me honestly Neil, have you ever seen your mum cum like this before?” Neil froze and lost his erection.

“Don’t be bashful. Tell me the truth.” Dorothy was recovering from her orgasm, panting heavily. Eventually she found her voice.

“It’s ok, you can be honest with him.” She counselled. Neil was quiet for a while before replying.

“Not as powerfully as that, but I have seen her cum before.” He admitted.

“When?” It was more of a demand than a question.

“I’ve watched her before.” He confided.

“I thought you had. Care to elaborate?” Neil didn’t want to say anymore. I looked at Dorothy and she filled in the blanks.

“Neil used to watch my ex boyfriend George fucking me. He thought I didn’t know but I did. Anyway, George caught him one night and threatened to beat him up and that’s why the relationship ended. I couldn’t allow him to threaten my son. It seems like once he turned eighteen, Neil started being curious about his mother getting fucked. I never knew whether he was lusting after me or George but I think he watched us many times before my ex caught him.”

Neil stood there apparently ashamed of himself, but I noticed his erection was starting to come back again.

“Has there ever been any sexual contact between the two of you?” I asked the twenty four thousand dollar question as matter-of-factly as I could.

“No.” Dorothy replied instantly. “But I have caught him wanking many times. Recently he doesn’t bother to stop.”

“Have you seen him cum?”

Dorothy nodded her head, feeling the incestuous shame of the question.

“Did you like watching him wank his big dick?” Dorothy didn’t immediately answer and so I didn’t push the point.

“Thank you for being honest with me. Grab hold of the back of that chair Dot.”

Dorothy smiled as she bent over the kitchen chair, fully aware of what was coming next. I went behind her and slid my rock hard cock into her dripping wet pussy. Despite how wet she was her cunt still felt quite tight due to the thickness of my shaft. I gave Dorothy an absolute pounding.

“How did you feel when you splashed van escort cum Dot?” I asked, as I pounded her hole.

“So fucking turned on.” She retorted as she let out a lustful moan.

“Are you aware that you splashed cum all over your son’s cock?” I pretended to chide her.”

“Yes, I did notice that.” Neil looked at us both with undisguised lust.

“Don’t you think you better clean him off?” I suggested.

“Or you could.” She cheekily replied.

I gave her arse one almighty slap, which had the effect of her instantly making a grab for Neil’s cock. She let go of the chair completely as she started sucking her son’s meat. He was holding onto Dorothy’s shoulders to support her as he shafted her eager mouth.

“Bet you’ve always wanted to spit roast your mother, haven’t you Neil.”

As soon as those words left my lips Dorothy gripped my cock with her vice like cunt as her orgasm rose. Neil kept pumping and then shot his spunk into her mouth just as Dorothy squirted more of her luscious cunt juice over my throbbing cock.

As I pulled my length out of Dorothy’s pussy, she turned around and kissed me, passing a taste of Neil’s cum into my mouth. She had swallowed most of her son’s jizz but wanted to give me a taste. Without further ado Neil got down on his knees and started sucking me off. He wasn’t quite as practised a cock-sucker as his mother but he showed promise as he brought me close to orgasm. His mum and I continued snogging with the taste of his cum on our lips. I then erupted a huge orgasm as I shot a good load into the nerd’s mouth.

As soon as I’d finished I took Dorothy by the hand, completely ignoring Neil, and led her back upstairs to her bedroom. She sat on the bed unsure of how to process the turn of events. Before she could think too deeply I got in between her legs and started to lap at all the cunt juice on the inside of her thighs and then pulled her pussy lips apart and licked her out deeply. She seemed to forget about her discomfort as I brought her to another soaking wet climax by fucking her with my tongue and then sucking hard on her throbbing clit. Once she recovered from the strength of the orgasm, she had questions.

“Are you bisexual?”

“I’m try sexual. I’ll try anything once.” I quipped.

“So is sucking my son’s cock a one off?” She probed.

“Was it for you?” I replied, deftly switching things back to her. She thought about this for a moment.

“I have a feeling you will dictate that.”

“You’re very perceptive.” I complimented. “I didn’t plan any of this. I just did what felt right in the situation.”

“I see.” Dorothy replied.

“Tell me about your daughter.” Dorothy was once again shocked. She thought for a second and then answered.

“She’s a beautiful girl. Get’s a lot of male attention.”

“Why doesn’t Neil talk about her much?” Dorothy looked pained.

“Family stuff.” She sighed.

“What happened?” Dorothy took a deep breath before replying.

“I caught them masturbating each other and now she’s staying with her aunt.” She looked at me to gauge my reaction.

“So Neil has the hots for all his family?” I smiled.

“It’s a lack of guidance. His father died when he was young. His sexuality has gone off the rails. He can’t get a partner so this is how it comes out.” She sighed. “To answer your question downstairs, I think I did get turned on by watching him wank which is why I’ve been so horny for you. I’ve clearly been sexually frustrated. You drive me wild. I’m worried I’ll let you do anything.”

“What are you worried about?” I asked as innocently as I could.

“You’re going to take advantage of this situation. I can tell.”

“You think so?”

“Are you going to try and fuck my daughter too?” She asked.

“If she is as hot as you say, how could I not? In fact, tell her to come over and meet your new lodger.” I said casually. Dorothy nodded.

“When do you want to meet her?”

“There’s no time like the present.” I handed Dorothy my mobile phone. “Call her on this.”

Dorothy punched in her daughter’s number. She answered after a few rings.

“Emily it’s Mum.”

“Hi Mum, whose phone is this?”

“It’s Michael’s. He’s our new lodger.”

“Neil’s friend?” Asked Emily?

“Yes. He wants to meet you.”

“Really? Why?”

“Come over for dinner and find out.”

“Intriguing. What time?”

“Now.” With that Dorothy hung up the phone and passed it back to me.

“Are you going for the record number of orgasms in one day?” Dorothy asked with a smirk.

“Hopefully. It stands at twelve.” With that I gently laid Dorothy on her back on the bed and climbed on top. I started sucking on her huge nipples and then passionately kissed her lips. She was soon soaking again and I slid my cock into her. Once again she felt tight initially despite her wetness and she gasped once more as I pumped her hard. I was thrusting away for about two minutes when I heard the front door go and a woman’s voice downstairs…

“Where’s Mum and the new lodger?” Asked Emily.

“Upstairs fucking.” Neil casually replied.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Nick Makes His Mother Happy

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Nick was excited to end his day at the office as he was eagerly waiting to meet his Mom after 8 months. His Mom, Emily, was visiting the town for a teacher’s conference. They had planned to meet at her hotel and then head out for dinner.

It was 7 p.m. when Nick reached his Mom’s hotel and knocked at her door. The door opened a few seconds later. Nick immediately understood that something was wrong with his mother.

“Hey, Mom, why do you look like you have cried a lot?” he asked as he stepped inside and hugged her.

“Oh, nothing honey, just some dust went inside my eyes,” she lied with a smile and hugged him.

After releasing her from the hug, Nick gripped her shoulders and questioned again, “What’s wrong, Mom? I know you’re not your usual self.”

She fell onto her son’s body, a tear rolling down her cheek. Before pressing her further, Nick waited for her to calm down. When Emily had recovered her footing, she started to recount the incidents that had made her cry.

“I met your father here today. It appears that he reserved the same hotel room to attend the conference. He was not alone, as he had two women on either side. He smiled his devilish smile at me as he entered his room.”

Emily and her husband, Peter, were teachers. They had fallen apart after marriage, mainly because Peter was obsessed with young women. He cheated on Emily with one of his PhD students. Above this, he was a schadenfreude — a person who derives joy from making other people feel inferior or envious.

Nick was still confused. It was now a common occurrence for the Mom and son to run into Peter at some family functions with an escort by his side. So he asked, “We know he is a prick who likes to pick on you by showing off one of his prostitutes.”

“It’s not what I saw at his door that upsets me. It’s this,” she said and fiddled through her phone to show him a photo with the text, “You are missing it out dear.” It showed a naked woman on all fours with her back and ass cheeks showing and a naked man from the neck down, kneeling on the bed.

The nude man’s belly touched the girl’s ass. It was clear that his cock was lodged deep within her. Below the picture, there was a text that read, “Oops, send it to the wrong person,” with a smirk emoji. Nick was so angry that he wanted to strike his dad.

But he thought better of it since it wouldn’t please his mother. After giving it some thinking, he chose to go with the plan of taking her out to dinner to make her happy. Emily found her grip on her emotions after Nick consoled her. They headed out for dinner.

They had a good time at the dinner as they discussed their life and everyday hustles and joys. After dinner, they went out for a walk as the weather seemed pleasant. They walked down the streets of the town, which attracted tourists. Nick noticed the infamous club that he wanted to visit with his friends.

Nick thought for a moment what his Mom would do once he dropped her at her hotel. She would probably sulk over the earlier incident involving his dad and probably cry to sleep. He wanted her to have some fun like his dad. So he decided to take her to the club to have some fun of her own.

“Mom, do you want to have some beer?”

Emily thought for a moment. “Why not! Let’s go. The conference is the day after tomorrow, and I can stay up late today. Yippee, I haven’t gone to a club in ages,” she said with excitement.

Nick was happy to take his Mom to the club and show her a good time. They entered the club, sat near the bartender’s booth and ordered a couple of beers. A few drinks down their pipeline, and their bodies began to move to the rhythm of the music.

Emily invited her son to the dance floor, and Nick followed her. During the dance, Emily admired her son’s character in treating a woman like her and was very happy to have raised him right. They danced their hearts out and enjoyed each other’s presence before the DJ announced a short break.

“Wow, that was fun,” Emily commented as they returned to the booth.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Mom. Why don’t you club with your friends in our hometown?” Nick asked as they sat down and ordered 2 shots of tequila.

“You know your father visits all those clubs regularly, and I don’t want to run into him with one of his bitches”

Nick was a bit taken aback to hear the “bitch” word from his Mom. But he didn’t judge her as he knew her inhibitions were lowered because of the alcohol. “Screw him, Mom, you are a beautiful woman. You should be dating and showing off your catch to that man.”

Emily’s eyes filled up as she asked, “Do you think I’m still beautiful, son?”

“Hell ya, Mom, you are still beautiful. Don’t let anyone take that happiness from you, especially the asshole whom you married.”

Emily laughed at her son calling his dad the “A word” and high-fived him. As they continued to chat, Emily noticed 3 women her age come through a curtain that hid a doorway to another room. They looked so happy as they giggled and joked varto escort about something.

“Oh boy, I wish I did something fun like those women to laugh and joke about.” After giving his mother’s words some attention, Nick remarked, “You know what, Mom, I think you deserve it, and you are going to have the same fun as those women just had.”

Before Emily could reply, he rose from the chair. He went to speak with a man who was standing next to the door that the women had been excited to pass through. After a while, Nick appeared to have paid the large man something before turning to face Emily and indicating that she should come along.

“What is happening here?” Emily asked as he joined her son.

“You will soon find out,” he said as they entered through the doorway into a dimly lit corridor that led to another door. When they opened the second door, They were met with smoke, multicoloured lights (red, yellow, green, etc.), and a large stage with a nude man and lady.

Emily’s eyes adjusted to the new lighting. She noticed that they were among the men and women who were taking in a couple’s nude performance on stage. She was shocked and surprised that her son had brought her to such a place.

Her words, “Oh my god, where have you brought me, Nick?” were devoid of rage, so Nick had the guts to respond, “To a place where you could have fun just like those women you saw, Mom.”

Nick grabbed his mother’s hands and led her through the mob. They seated themselves one row behind the stage after finding some seats. Emily was astounded to see the nude woman. She appeared attractive, handling the man’s enormous, thick cock.

Emily’s eyes were transfixed on the woman who was jerking the big cock and about to take it in her mouth when Nick tapped her thighs and said, “We could leave if you don’t enjoy this. If you feel awkward having me with you, I could go out and wait while you enjoy the show.”

Emily had forgotten that she was here with her son. She did not want to be alone in a club where men were watching live porn with hard dicks in their pants. She also did not want to take her eyes off the naked men and women whose performance had already gotten her pussy wet.

“Stay with me, dear,” was all she said before turning her eye back to the stage. Nick was happy to know that his Mom wanted to stay and have fun with him besides her. They did not speak for the next few minutes.

The naked men standing on the stage pulled up the woman. He inverted her to suck his cock while he licked her pussy. He turned around in all four directions to give the crowd a clear view from all angles. Their performance came to a halt as the music stopped.

The announcement of the next performance by another couple was announced. A guy came out wearing a netted tank top that was transparent and showed off his body. He had a leather lace-up thong that contained his cock. The woman looked even more sexy with her all-black costume.

It involved high heels, netted stockings, garter belts, a thong and a fishnet bra that showed her massive cleavage. The couple began to show off their sexy moves as they danced to the music. Soon, they were stripping each other along with their sexy dance routine.

The man was only in his leather thong, and the woman was in her bra and thong. Just then, the song ended, and another one started playing. It must have been a cue for something. They separated and went in the opposite direction to the two side stairs that led them to the crowd.

As they stepped down from the stage, the crowd went wild. The man began to approach the ladies in the front row who began to touch him and stick some cash in his thong. Emily saw a woman pull the front side of his thong out and put her hand full of cash into it.

She stroked his cock before he moved to the next woman. On the other side, the men were going crazy for the woman. They fondled her tits and ass while sticking some cash into her cleavage and thong. Nick wanted to fondle the woman’s tits as he was tit-man.

He checked his pockets for some cash, and that’s when he realised he was there with his Mom. She was looking eagerly as the woman touched and felt the hot guy up.

“Mom, do you, uh, maybe want some cash? You know, to….” Nick said hesitantly. He pointed to a woman feeling the guy’s ass and sticking a bill behind his thong.

Emily wanted to do what her son was suggesting to her to do. She felt a bit hesitant to do it. But her shaking hands took the cash from his hands and waited for the right opportunity. But as luck would have it, the music stopped, and as a cue, both the men and the woman returned to the stage.

Nick could see the disappointment in his Mom’s face. But they had the whole night to accomplish the mission. Back on stage, the emotions were running high as the men and women started to fondle and kiss each other. They removed the last of their clothes and performed naked.

Soon there were lots of tits fondling, nipple sucking, viranşehir escort handjob, ass spanking, clit licking and so on. The music ended two or three minutes after the guy started fucking the blond girl in her pussy. The curtains came down, and the music stopped.

The Mom and son waited for the next song to be played, but instead, they heard an announcement. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are taking a break to get the stage ready for our next lesbian act. Please help yourself with some drinks while we return to you.”

Nick could see the disappointment in his Mom’s face again. He wanted to do something to make her feel better. So heads off to the drinking area, saying, “Mom, do you want anything to drink?”

“Maybe some tequila would be great,” she said as she picked up her phone and fiddled with it. “Wait, I will also come with you.” Nick waited for his Mom to join him as they made their way to the bartender. With a shot of tequila in their hands, the mom and son duo sat silently at the table. Both were hesitant to talk.

Nick gulped his shot in one go and said, “Mom, I’m not sure if I crossed any line by bringing you here. We can leave if you feel uncomfortable, but let me say that you deserve some happiness in your life. You are a beautiful woman who should be enjoying her life, and I won’t judge you for that.”

Emily smiled as her eyes filled with tears, and she took Nick’s hand in hers. “Thank you for saying I’m beautiful, honey and for bringing me here. Today, I felt what I was missing as a woman. You made me realise that and I’m forever grateful for having such a gem of a boy as my son. I’m telling you all this as you said you won’t judge me. That’s what I want in my life: a man who doesn’t judge me.”

Emily took her shot as Nick said, “I’m grateful for having such a great mom, and I would do anything to see you happy. No judgment involved.”

“Great, then I can sit here with my son without any guilt.”

“Anytime, Mom, I’m glad to accompany you anywhere that you find happiness.”

The announcement interrupted their conversation as a female voice spoke, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are back. Please welcome the amazing Roxyn and her sexy partner Vilot.”

The crowd cheered as a hot blonde and a busty Asian girl made their way to the stage, wearing tight costumes that showed off their body.

“Looks like you won’t be able to tug into a man’s underwear and stick your cash till this lesbian act is over.”

“Who said that I will only tug into a man’s inner? I could also leave the note on those lovely girls’ panties or bra straps,” Emily said with a giggle.

“Someone is being naughty here. Oops, sorry, Mom. No judgements.”

Emily burst out laughing at that, and Nick joined her. On the stage, the women were already kissing and fondling each other’s boobs. “You could go and watch them up close, honey. I won’t judge you either.”

Unknowingly, her eyes drifted to his pants to check if he was hard. The moment she realised what she was doing, she felt awkward and shy.

“We are here for you Mom, So let’s make you happy before we turn the attention towards me. Give me a minute to check out something fast.” Nick said as he rose from his seat and went towards a bouncer.

Emily got a view of his hard cock pressing against his pants as he left the place. She was struggling with her feelings. She did not know whether to enjoy that view of her son’s cock or to be ashamed of her act. Emily looked towards her son.

She could see him discussing something with the bouncer and heading to a room that the bouncer pointed to. A good 10 minutes later, Nick approached his Mom with all smiles as he said, “Come with me, Mom.” Emily was confused as she followed her son through a door and a staircase to the upper floor.

They reached a hallway that had doors on both sides. “Where are we? What are we doing here?” was all she could ask. Her son refused to talk and used a key to open a door at the furthest corner of the hallway. Emily had a mixed feeling as she entered the room.

“Was he going to do something with me? Or are we staying the night here?” all these thoughts ran through her mind. The room had a big L-shaped couch on one end and a wall full of mirrors on the other side. In the middle, there was a pole, which Emily imagined would be used by an exotic dancer.

“What are we doing here?” Emily asked as they sat down on the couch.

“You never got a chance to stick the cash into a guy’s sexy underwear, so I asked the manager when the male strippers would be coming out again. He mentioned that they wouldn’t come out for another hour as the next few performances only involve the women. So I arranged for a private show for you.”

“What? A private show? What does that mean?”

Before Nick could answer that, the door to their room opened. A tall and fit guy entered the room wearing a netted T-shirt and leather pants. “Hey people, you must be Emily right?” he asked as he came and kırklareli escort took Emily’s hands and kissed them. “James is at your service, mam.”

Emily was blushing as the young man kissed her hands. She looked at her son who signalled her to sit back and enjoy. James continued, “I have been informed that this is your first time. Your mate here has made the full payment. But you could stop me anywhere you feel uncomfortable, and we would end the night on a good note.”

“Mom, by now, you would have got an idea of what’s happening here. So I can leave you two alone and wait outside if that’s what you prefer, as things could get quite naughty in here,” Nick whispered into Emily’s ears.

Even though James looked hot and handsome, Emily couldn’t think of being alone with a stranger. “Don’t leave me alone. Stay here. I know you won’t judge me.” Then she looked at James and said, “Yes, we understand.”

“All right. Let’s get this party started.” James took the remote from a corner table and hit some buttons to play the music. He started to sway to the music and rip off his netted t-shirt and his leather pants in one go to show off his fit body and a semi-erect cock in his half-mesh thong.

Emily could already feel the heat in her body as James moved to the music. From the mirror placed on the other side of the wall, she could see his ass moving along with the music. The string of his thong disappeared between his ass crack. She imagined how it would be to touch those ass cheeks.

When James felt that Emily was getting turned on, he offered his hands to her. She accepted, and he pulled her onto his body, making sure his cock was touching her ass. He turned her and held her from behind, and made her move to the music with him.

Emily felt her ass being poked by an almost erect cock, so she started grinding her hips onto James. He started to feel her up as his hands slowly travelled from her hips to her upper body and then onto her face.

Cupping with one hand, he turned her face towards him and told her, “You look beautiful, Emily. Mind if I kiss your rosy lips?” She just nodded, and they began to kiss passionately.

Feeling no restrictions from Emily, James began to explore her body over her shirt. Both his hands went down to her tits and cupped them. He squeezed them both and felt her nipples getting harder. A slight moan escaped her mouth as they kissed.

While his righthand cupped and fondled her tit, his left hand ventured below and started to rub her crotch over her skirt. Emily couldn’t kiss him anymore as her body shivered in excitement, and her head went up in pleasure. Nicked watched as his Mom’s body dissolved into the man holding her.

He was transfixed at the sight of his Mom being groped and kissed by a stranger who could be his age. James used his expert right hand to unbutton her shirt and expose the white bra she was wearing underneath. His left hand pulled down her skirt to her thighs from where it hit the floor to show off her white lacy panties.

Emily had no idea her son was ogling her semi-naked body as she ground her hips against James’s erect cock. Slowly, James pushed her towards the couch and made her sit on it. He jumped back to the pole and made use of it to make his moves.

James could see Emily’s excitement as she could not sit on the couch and wanted to join him. After a good two minutes of solo dance, he moved towards her with his erect dick pointing to her face. “Will you do the honours of letting him free?” he said, pointing to his thong.

Emily was so eager to see his cock that she didn’t even let him finish the sentence before pulling the thong down to his legs. His erect cock, which had some precum, was pointing straight to her face. She bit her lips and extended her tongue.

James pushed his hips slightly forward until her tongue touched his cockhead. She swirled her tongue around a bit before retrieving it and tasting him. “Mmm,” a moan escaped her mouth. Seeing that there was no more precum left to lick, she placed her right hand on his dick.

She slowly pumped him until a few more drops of precum oozed out. As she opened her mouth to taste it again, a flash of light hit the room. Both James and Emily turned to see Nick holding up a phone towards them.

“Don’t worry. It’s your phone, and I’m taking this so that you can send it to your husband as revenge.” Nick said without uttering the word “Mom.”

“And don’t worry, dude, your face is not captured,” he says to James, who gives him a thumbs up.

“In that case, take a video of this too,” Emily says as she takes the entire cockhead in her mouth and starts sucking it like a pro. Nick was amazed at how easily she handled the cock in her mouth while her right hand still pumped him gently.

“Oh yaa baby, your mouth feels so good,” James says as he places both his hands on the back of her head and pulls her more into his cock. Nick watched as his Mom bobbed her mouth like a pro and made the guy moan while her hands gripped his ass cheeks for support.

Soon, his balls were crashing onto her chin with a slapping sound. James moved his right hand from her head to the bra straps holding her tits and undid them. Then he took her hands from his ass cheeks and let it hang down as he pushed the bra out through her hands.

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Brunette

Growing up with my mother was not easy. She worked as an executive secretary at a lawyer’s office. Due to her seniority and efficiency, her salary was higher than average in her position. However, she spent many hours in the office and didn’t have much time for me. Mom returned home exhausted and had little strength left to make decent dinners or help me with homework.

I ate mostly junk food or ready meals we bought at the grocery store. Fortunately, in school, I acquired several friends who helped me with my studies, and we used to play together.

I felt sorry for Mom. I knew she tried her best, but without a husband, it was tough. I recall asking her who my father was and why he wasn’t with us. I was about 8 years old at the time, and Mom said, “Adam, it’s a long story. When you grow up, I’ll tell you. The most important thing is, unlike him, I love you and never leave you.” Like most children my age, something else caught my attention, and I did not ask that question again.

When I turned 16, my growth spurt began. I participated in sports activities, mainly basketball, middle distance running, and… weight lifting. The first 2 I did because I loved running, and becoming taller helped me play basketball. I started lifting weights due to my appearance: The taller I became, the skinnier I looked, and it bothered me, so I was determined to gain muscle strength by working with weights.

About a year later, the results of my strenuous workouts were noticeable. My basketball buddies selected me first for their teams; in each 400-1500 race, I was always in the top 3, and my muscles showed.

My buddies used to joke girls found me attractive. I noticed certain girls stared at me and turned away when our gaze met, but I was too shy to talk to them.

I turned 18 as a senior in high school. The birthday party included 20 of my friends and classmates, with a couple of girls. I still remember Edna watching me from the corner and not taking her eyes off me. I approached her and asked if everything was OK. She said shyly, “Yes. You’ve grown a lot since I first met you. You are tall, strong, and handsome. How come you have no girlfriend? Are you gay?”

I laughed, “Not really. I admire certain guys, like Michel Jordan and Sebastian Coe, but I never thought of them in terms of attraction.”

She arched her back, pushing forward her chest, “Are you fascinated by tits like other guys?”

I hesitated, “Why do you ask?”

“Because I can show you mine.”

“Why would you do it?”

“Because you don’t date another girl, I like you, and it’s your birthday.”

I had never seen breasts in real life before and was curious, “Sure.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. In a shaded, secluded area, she unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her bra. I glanced at her perky boobs, hypnotized by their appearance: Two lumps of beautiful flesh ending with dark nipples. They weren’t big, in retrospect probably B cup, but they were nice, and… forbidden fruits. My mouth dried, and instinctively, I licked my lips. She giggled, “You can touch my girls and even kiss them.” I was trembling as I first cupped these amazing things. I got hooked! She let me play with them for 10 minutes, and then she covered her chest and said, “If we date, you can touch them whenever you want.” I wanted to rub her tits but was reluctant to commit and said, “Edna, we need to return to the party. After all, it’s MY birthday party. Your breasts are awesome. Let me think about going on a date.”

When I was back at the party, Johnny, my best friend, pulled me aside and said, “Adam, be more careful next time. Other people saw you leaving with Edna. Did you fuck her?”

“Of course not! She just wanted to see me in private to give me a birthday present.”

“Good for you. You are a nice boy but very naive. She is the school slut and bedded half the guys in this room.”

“Do you think I didn’t know? I would never dream of sleeping with her!”

The party continued for another hour, but the only things I remembered later were Edna’s tits and the warning I received from Johnny. However, the party had one long-lasting effect on me: I began thinking about the other gender.

Until that time, my mind was busy thinking about 3 things: 1. I needed to take care of our home. We had a cleaning lady who showed up once a week for an hour and a half, but she wasn’t very thorough. I did the rest as well as taking care of the bills and everything that needed fixing inside the house and outside in the yard. 2. I wanted to become a cardiovascular surgeon and knew that unless my scores were very high, my chances would be slim. 3. Every free minute I had, I invested in my sports activities.

After the encounter with Edna, my eyes opened. There was more to life than what I had been doing until then. I started noticing other girls’ chests, and my penis began reacting too. It’s not that I didn’t care about attractive girls before, but it was more about their pretty faces, the way ürgüp escort their hair looked, their clothes, and their walk. After Edna, boobs turned upside down my view of the other sex.

I was still very shy in the presence of girls, but unbeknownst to them, I peeked at their chests and tried to guess what the boobs looked like. All of a sudden, during class and basketball games, I became distracted by big tits. One time, We were playing our enemies, and I was alone in front of the basket. Every other day, I’d easily score with my eyes closed. But in the audience, a pretty girl with huge tits raised her hands, and her blouse exposed her toned tummy with the bottom part of her bra… and I lost it. My buddies didn’t understand what happened, and I was too embarrassed to explain. Luckily, we still won the game, but that girl’s massive chest haunted me for weeks and was the subject of my wet dreams and masturbation.

…

Three months later, Mom was promoted at her job. This meant she had more responsibilities and earned more money, but her hours diminished. As a result, I saw her at home more often, and she appeared less tired.

One day, our teacher was sick, and I arrived home 2 hours early. I entered the house and sat in the living room, watching idly the outdoors through the large glass door. Then the bathroom door opened, and Mom, naked, with a towel wrapped around her hair, came out and nonchalantly strolled toward her bedroom. I gasped, and she heard me. In an instant, her hands moved to cover her boobs and groin area. She ran into her bedroom and shouted from there. “Adam, what are you doing home so early?”

“We had a sick professor, so they sent us home.”

“Sorry to appear like that. You must be shocked to see your old mother naked.”

I was still stunned by the unexpected sight. Until that moment, Mom was just a mother to me. I heard about Oedipus complex and even knew 2 guys on our team who confessed they ogled their mothers, but not me.

The notion she was ‘just a mother’ was instantly shuttered: She was GORGEOUS! At 44, she was 5’4″, 130 pounds, and had huge tits that sat proudly high on her chest with much darker large nipples pointing straight ahead. Her tummy was flat, and her legs were muscular and in good shape. Her bush was nicely trimmed. Her body was amazing, but my mind was focused on the breasts I was looking for in school and found at home…

Ten minutes later, Mom came out of her room wearing a long robe and smiled, “Honey, I am sorry. I see you are still alive – That’s good. Seeing your face, I thought I caused you a heart attack.”

“You are right. Mom, until recently, you were hardly at home, and I never noticed how beautiful you are…”

“Adam, dear, stop mocking me, please.”

I was surprised, “Why do you think I mock you?”

“Because I look like a cow, and you saw me with nothing to cover my flaws.”

“I still don’t understand why you think of yourself as a cow. In my book, you look more attractive than anybody I know or those models you can see in dirty magazines.”

She chuckled, “Honey, you are trying to be nice, but I can take it. When I was young, I was hurt by comments about me, but these days, I developed a thicker skin.”

“Mom, may I tell you what I really think?”

“Of course. If there is ANYBODY I can trust, it’s you. But be frank. I know you love me despite my drawbacks.”

“I think you are nuts! Your body is every man’s dream. If you refer to your tits as ‘a cow,’ I have news for you: They are simply perfect.”

I saw tears in her eyes, “Adam, I wish I could believe you, but I don’t…”

“This explains a lot: You always dress in loose clothes and refuse to go out with other men. But I still don’t get it. Who the hell gave you this stupid idea?”

She started crying, and her body crumbled before my eyes. I sat her on the sofa, hugged her, and caressed her hair, “Mom, what is wrong? I tell you you are beautiful, and you start crying. What did I do wrong?…”

She hugged my waist, and her head leaned on my chest. As her tears continued pouring, she whispered, “When you were a child, you once asked me about your Dad. I think you are mature enough to hear the truth. I was an orphan and grew up with a couple that adopted me. They are both dead now. My adoptive parents went to church every Sunday, and I was always with them. Your father first saw me in church and claimed he was immediately smitten by me. He said I was pretty and asked me on a date. He was tall and handsome, much like you. I liked him, and we started going out together. I was surprised that he only kissed me but never tried to touch my intimate parts. Before dating him, I heard boys were harassing girls and push from first base to a homerun as soon as possible. He was sweet and never tried anything. He bought me flowers and chocolate and later we married in the same church. It was the first time I saw his parents. They were dressed conservatively and uşak escort seemed very serious. After our wedding, we lived in a small house in the suburb of Charleston, South Carolina. Samuel, your father, worked in a printing shop and refused to let me look for work, saying a woman had to stay at home and take care of the family and the house. I wasn’t happy, but I loved him and agreed. And then I got pregnant with you. The day I found out about the pregnancy was the happiest day of both our lives. He kissed me and called me his queen. He said if the baby turned out to be a boy, his name should be Adam, and if it was a girl – Eve. Of course, I agreed. Here, the story gets darker. Before my pregnancy, my bust was small, and most times, I wore B cup bras. During the pregnancy, my breasts began growing. We were both happy, thinking it meant I’d have enough milk for you. When you were born, my bra size was already bigger than C. I was happy, thinking after I’d finished breastfeeding you, they’d return to my pre-pregnancy size. Unfortunately, my breasts did not read the book and continued to grow further. They became DD about 6 months after I stopped nursing you. Samuel used to love my old figure and could not stand my big breasts. We lived in a conservative neighborhood, and everybody knew everything about others. Seeing me appear with a huge rack shocked our neighbors, and they started gossiping. Among the rumors I heard was that I had surgery with silicon implants in my chest. It hurt me but I did nothing because Samuel loved his job and the area we lived. However, one day, he came home and said, ‘Rachel, I tried, but I cannot take it anymore. I want a divorce.’ I started crying, ‘Samuel, I love you, and we have a new baby…’ He looked at me with disgust and mumbled, ‘I married a pretty girl, and now I find out I live with a cow. I can’t.’ To cut the story short, we divorced, and he wanted nothing to do with us. He offered to pay a small amount of money monthly to help raise you, but I refused. I left and moved here to Seattle, which is the farthest from him I could go. Our beginning was tough because I had no profession, no money, and you were very young. Bless god, it’s much better now.”

She gazed at me with drying tears in her eyes, “So your mother the cow may not be the devoted Mom, but she loves you and tries to do the best she can.”

“Mom, I may look like Dad, but apparently, I have different ideas about you. You are smart, hard working and I love you. But irrespectively, I think your body is as attractive as I’ve ever seen.”

She grinned, “Adam, love blinds people. You are biased, and you are trying to console me. Thank you for being the best child a mother can ever have.”

I hesitated but was unable to take her BS anymore and burst, “Mother, my mouth can lie, but my body cannot.” Next, I stood in front of her eyes and displayed the bulge in my pants.

Her eyes widened, “Whaat is iit?”

“It’s my penis, MOM. I saw your terrific body, and my testosterone level shot like a rocket. Don’t you get it? Mother or not, your figure is super sexy!”

“Adam, I aam your mooother…”

“I know that, but my cock doesn’t care! I suspect from now on, you’ll appear in my wet dreams.”

“Honey, I am your mother!…”

“I told you what I think. I don’t know what else to say. I am going to the library. I have a project I need to work on. It’s due next week, but I suspect I’ll be distracted; better start early.”

…

After working for 2 hours in the library, I stayed out, trying to settle down, but it was futile. I returned home at 10:30 pm. Mom’s bedroom door was closed. I went to sleep and, as I predicted, dreamt about her gorgeous body. That night, I slept barely 3 hours.

The next day, I was supposed to be in class early. I didn’t see Mom. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and left.

The whole day, my mind was elsewhere. I loved Mom and suddenly found myself attracted to her physically. Sexually… I wondered what would happen next. Mom was clearly distraught and didn’t want to see me. Would she ask me to leave the house the same way her husband got rid of her?

I arrived home at 5 pm expecting the worst. I didn’t see Mom, but there was a note on the table, “Be back soon, and then we need to talk.” I just sat there, staring blankly at the ceiling. I couldn’t even concentrate on a simple TV show.

Mom arrived 15 minutes later. Her eyes were reddish, suggesting she cried before.

She glanced at me and blurted, “I’ll be with you shortly,” and entered the bathroom.

Mom exited wearing her usual robe and sat by me. We stared at each other without saying a word for very long. I broke first, “Mom, I am REALLY sorry. I love you and behaved like a moron. What can I do to make it up?”

She spoke softly, “Honey, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was so hurt by your father’s behavior that I never bothered to check what others thought about the subject. Remember, I grew up in a conservative family, a conservative üsküdar escort neighborhood, and was not allowed to work until my divorce. I had no doubt I was defective. When people at work stared at me, it enforced my belief that people looked at me the same way they stared at midgets and hunchbacks – Like I was a freak of nature. You talked very convincingly, but I had to check it out for myself. I looked online, and credible research suggested twice as many men would rather have their women with large or extra large breasts than smaller ones. Next, I put on a summery dress, that I always dreaded because it emphasized my cleavage, and went shopping downtown. I couldn’t care less about buying anything. I glimpsed at the men around me when I sat at a table in the food area and when I strolled. Their faces showed appreciation and not revulsion. After noticing the expression on the first 3 faces, I almost started dancing: I am not ugly! And it’s all because of you.”

I smiled, “So you won’t throw me out of the house?”

She hugged me, “Now you tell me who’s the nuts around here?”

I whispered, “Mom, feeling your boobs against me caused me to have an erection again.”

She gazed at my groin and mumbled, “Sorry, darling. Are you saying I am not allowed to hug my favorite child anymore?”

“What would you answer if you were me? Do you realize that after seeing you naked, your sexy figure haunts me? Every time you touch me, I get aroused and need to relieve myself in the bathroom.”

I saw tears in her eyes again, and she whispered, “It’s unacceptable. Who else do I have in this world? Adam, what can I do?…”

“Mom, I think you know what I mean, but you cannot express it in words…”

“You are not saying…”

“Yes, Mom, I do!”

“But honey, how can you even think about it? With your own mother?…”

“I do not see any other way. The facts are – You do not go out with other men. I love you, and after seeing your breathtaking body, your mere presence arouses me. I look exactly like the man you fell in love with, but he deserted you for the same reason I am attracted to you. Unlike him, I’ll never leave you.”

“Adam, please, you are young. You saw big breasts and became horny. I’ve read about it. It is more common than I knew before. Let’s think about it before jumping into something we’ll both regret later. Remember, once we cross the line, we will both know we did the unthinkable, and there is no way to undo it again.”

“OK, Mom, as you wish. It will be tough, but I won’t push you any longer. But, please, no more hugging. It kills me…” As I walked back to my room, I saw her starting to cry.”

…

The following week was tough for both of us. Mom was either crying silently or walking with reddish eyes due to crying minutes earlier. I attempted to distract myself by thinking about another girl in my class who liked me and had big tits. However, she only cared about her appearance and chatting on the phone. I could not imagine myself with a brainless bimbo, even if her boobs looked impressive. Every free time, I busied myself with sports, but when I returned home, one look at my mother brought the same issue to life. It started affecting my studies as well: Three days later, in the biology exam, I got a B-. This was my lowest score in many years. And worse; it was in a subject that was very important to my future getting accepted into medicine. Mom saw me upset and asked me if something happened in school. I left the paper copy on the kitchen table, walked to my room, and slammed the door behind me. She didn’t try to stop me or knock on my door.

For the next 2 days, we hardly talked. I arrived from school, ate dinner, and stayed in my room. The door was always ajar. Most of the time, I used my computer and occasionally read in bed. I saw Mom peeking at random times, but she did not say anything.

On Friday night, we ate dinner together. She asked me If I was planning to go out.

I said, “I could have but I am not in the mood. Johnny wanted us to go to a bar and double date, but I said I wasn’t interested. He tried to convince me, telling me the girl was very sexy. I told him I was in love with another lady. He inquired about her identity, but I didn’t answer. In the end, he said, “Adam, that’s your loss. I think by the end of the evening, you would have thanked me – She was the one who suggested to invite you, and you know what it means.” I answered, “Tell her I like her, but my heart is already occupied.”

Mom glanced at me for a long time, and for the first time in several days, I did not see signs of crying. It seemed like she was determined to do something. But I had no idea what she planned.

…

I closed my lights at 10 pm and was ready to go to sleep. Five minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. “Mom, unless it’s urgent, I want to sleep.”

“Honey, please let me in, but keep the light off, please.”

“You can come in now.”

The door opened, and due to the soft light in the living room, I could see her. Mom wore a short, sheer lingerie, through which I could easily see the details of her body. Her humongous tits swayed, and my pecker jolted up and hardened in seconds.

She approached my bed and whispered, “May I get in?”

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“You had sex with him … because he pointed his pistol at me?” George stood inches from Kapnos, who appeared as Gwendolyn. They were near the barricade. They spoke in hushed tones.

“Yes.” Kapnos nodded adamantly. “He’s too dangerous. I needed to get rid of him. But I’m not a killer, George. I have sex. That’s what I do. So I seduced him, which was pathetically easy, and made sure his wife found us.” She would have seduced him anyway, but George didn’t need to know that.

“How does this ‘get rid of him’? He’s going to be even more dangerous and unstable.” George studied her face. “Are you … trying not to laugh? This is deadly serious.”

“It’s not Mr. Haversham I find amusing. It’s your lack of faith in my understanding of the human psyche.” The smile she’d been suppressing broke out into a brilliant white crescent.

“How do you have such a strong grasp on the human psyche? You’re not human.” George frowned.

“Oh, Georgie dear. That is true. But …” She gave him a dainty kiss on the cheek. “I have been intimate with humans for a thousand years. And while each one believes themselves to be unique, they do tend to repeat themselves and respond to the same stimulus in similar ways. I know humans inside and out.”

Roy’s door opened, and he stormed out. “If you really feel that way, Constance, then you’re better off without me.” He walked too far, tipped at the edge of the lagoon, tried to catch his balance, and fell in with a splash.

Constance walked out of the room with her arms folded and a frosty expression on her face. She did not rush to help her husband. “Don’t compound your foolishness, Roy. If you want a break, we can try it when we get back to Earth. There’s nowhere for you to go.”

“Oh?” Roy climbed out of the water. His suit was dripping wet. He walked along the boardwalk to the room he had been sharing with his wife.

“Have some faith in me, Georgie. It’s already happening. Just watch,” Kapnos whispered in George’s ear.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Roy.” Constance walked over to her room and stood in the doorway. She silently watched her husband. When he came out, still dripping, with his backpack slung over one shoulder, she stepped aside for him. “We’ll all need therapy after this. This is just one more issue. You can’t leave.”

“Oh? Mommy won’t let me?” Roy glanced darkly at his wife.

Constance blushed deeply.

“You, Mr. Zaal, help me dismantle the barricade. I’m leaving.” Roy began moving furniture away from the double doors.

George shook his head. He leaned close to Kapnos so Roy wouldn’t hear. “He’ll die if he leaves. The creatures will get him,” he whispered.

“It’s unfortunate for him. But better for all of us,” Kapnos whispered back. “It’s not like we killed him.”

“It’s pretty close.” George didn’t know what to do, so he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Roy … please. Don’t be a baby.” Constance winced when she said it. It was so clearly a poor choice of words.

“Baby?” Roy pushed the desk out of the way. The door on the right was free. He put his hand on the butt of his pistol and opened the door, checking the hallway outside. He turned to his wife, his hand still on his pistol, although it hadn’t left his holster.

George pulled his pistol free and let it hang by his leg. He felt Kapnos move behind him.

“You’ll never find that stupid eye. You’re never leaving. And even if you were, the rest of the solar system is probably infected with those things.” Roy’s voice rose. “I will enjoy the rest of my days far away from you.” He spat on the ground. “You can have your precious Zaals for all I care.” He turned and slipped out into the exterior hall.

“Roy!” Constance didn’t run after him. She turned to George and Kapnos. “What are you waiting for? Put the barricade back up. Those things could come back at any time.” She burst into tears, ran back to her room, and slammed the door.

“I am sorry for poor Mrs. Haversham, but it’s for the best. She’ll see that soon enough. She’ll be much more approachable now.” Kapnos went over to the desk and pushed. “Give me a hand.”

“Are you … thinking about sex with Mrs. Haversham?” George went over to the desk and helped her get it back in place. “Her marriage just crumbled … thanks to you.”

“Yes. And Mr. Haversham wasn’t good for her.” Kapnos moved the heavy pieces of furniture slowly. “He wasn’t good for any of us. Not at all.” She put her hands on her hips and faced George. “I mean to live, George Zaal. I mean for us to have a future.”

“I get that. But … this isn’t fair to Mr. Haversham. And … why did you have to use sex?” George tried not to picture his girlfriend with the horrible Roy Haversham.

Kapnos raised her hand and bobbed on the balls of her feet like she was trying to get the teacher’s attention in class. “Horny alien here, in case you hadn’t noticed.” She dropped her hand and looked at ümraniye escort George’s pistol that was back in its holster. “Chimpanzees are murderous apes that look to solve problems with violence. Bonobos are horny apes that solve their problems with sex. They both share ninety-nine percent of your DNA. But, I think, humans are more chimp than bonobo. I would have been happier if it was the opposite. You can finish the barricade by yourself. I’ve got things to do.” Kapnos stormed off.

George felt queasy. He didn’t like any of it. He wished desperately he could tell his mother and get her sage advice. But he’d promised not to out Kapnos. He grumbled to himself and reassembled the barricade.

~~

“You look nervous, Mom.” George removed his holster and hung it from a chair. They were alone in his mother’s room.

“Well, I am. I’m worried about Mr. Haversham. And the attack on the front door this morning. And all the impossible tasks laid out before us.” Anna rubbed her neck and looked over at her son. “Mr. Haversham isn’t going to make it, is he?”

“I don’t think so.” George shook his head. “The Newest Guest seems to be learning. Its creatures are more dangerous than they used to be. I imagine that trend will continue.”

“Is it bad that I feel no grief for that man? He pointed his pistol at you.” Anna grimaced. “I wanted to tear his windpipe from his throat.”

“There’s a lot of that going around.” George loosened the knot of his tie.

“And he threatened you right while you were in the middle of saving us all again.” Anna took a deep breath. “I feel for Mrs. Haversham. But not for that man.” She stood and shook out the tension from her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m wasting our precious alone time worrying about things that can’t be fixed.”

“It’s okay, Mom. Whatever you want.” He gave her a reassuring smile.

“I want you, Georgie.” Anna wiggled her whole body, trying to release the tension. She stopped and returned his smile. “I want to reward my handsome man for the latest time he saved my life.” She straightened her bodice and began removing her gloves. “So, what’s to be your reward?” Gloves off, she held up her bare hands for him to see, moving them in a way she hoped was seductive. She watched his face closely and thought it was working. Her eyes glanced down to the front of his trousers, and she knew it was working. “So, imagine you’re a young man of eighteen, and you love your mother in a way few other sons do. And she loves you that way, too. What reward would you claim?” She danced for him, twirling about and making a show of her pale hands.

“Actually, I have it on good authority that it isn’t so rare for a son to feel about his mother the way I feel about you.” George pulled down his trousers and underwear. His dick sprung into the air.

“Oh, really?” Anna stopped twirling and unbuttoned her bodice. “Well, if you have it on good authority, I’m sure mothers are falling into their sons’ arms all over Earth and Luna.”

“There’s fifteen billion people. I’m sure it’s happening all the time.” George took off his jacket and tie. He unbuttoned his shirt.

“Well, I suppose it only has to be a tiny fraction of a percent to be a decent number.” Anna laughed and removed her bodice. She went to work on her skirts. “At least I’ve got good company.”

“Would it matter if we were the only ones?” His heartbeat quickened as more of his mother’s alabaster skin came into view. She was breathtaking in her bra and panties. His cock was already hard. Seeing her, it became harder still.

“It would not matter. I know this is right. In my bones, I feel it. It’s what we both need to help us survive La Belle Île.” She shimmied her panties down her legs. “Who knew that I was raising a stud to breed bitches?” She giggled, and dropped her voice low. “Who knew that I would someday be his bitch?” With her bra still on, she ran to George and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his middle. She planted her lips on his and gave him a deep kiss.

George kissed his mother back fiercely. His hands grabbed handfuls of her butt to keep her from falling. Despite her height, she wasn’t a light woman. He was glad of the time he’d spent in the gym, staying in shape for tennis. Her wonderfully pliant curves pressed hard into his body. Her tongue playfully toyed with his. They made out for several minutes while he held her in the air. He could feel her wetness on his lower abdomen as she rocked her hips into him and ground her pussy on his stomach.

When she broke the kiss, Anna was grinning like a schoolgirl. She pecked him on the tip of his nose. “Go on then. You have your mother’s approval to take her in a manly fashion.” She giggled and squealed as he carried her about the room. His fingers pressed into her butt in the most ardent and delicious way.

“You used to carry me around.” George laughed as he ran around the room with his mother, his cock bounding ünye escort below her pussy. “Now I get to return the favor.” The way the weight of her tits pressed into his chest with the gravity of each step was sublime. Her laughing face was inches from his. It made him want to shout for joy.

“Put me down … put me down …” Anna’s chiming laugh echoed around the room. She shrieked when he tossed her onto the bed and then laughed harder. She rolled onto her belly and looked over her shoulder. “I’d like to do our new position again. Would you like that, too?”

“Oh, gods, you’re beautiful.” George stood for a moment, taking in the undulating hills and valleys of her body. Her ass was heart-shaped and perfectly presented, as she was on her belly with her legs together. He crawled on the bed, kissing and biting her calves, then the backs of her thighs, and then her ass.

“Oohhhhh … you’re biting me, sunshine.” Anna opened her eyes wide. “No one has ever … oohhhh … not so hard.” She gripped the blanket tightly in her hands. “Georgie … I love it … I love it Georgie … I can tell from your bites … how much you want me. It feels … spectacular. I … no … no … George. I don’t want you to eat me from back there. Your face will be right in my … butt.” She didn’t want to say butthole.

“Sorry, Mom. I’m going to do it.” He spread her ass cheeks with his hands and lowered his mouth to her pussy.

“Ooohhhhh … gods … so dirty … it’s so dirty. Your nose … is pressing on my …” Anna could indeed feel his nose pressing on her butthole. She had never imagined such a thing. “This … uuuggghhhhhh … doesn’t disgust you?” She reminded herself that he had stuck his thumb in her butthole, so he obviously didn’t have the same approach to butts that Ernest had had in her marriage.

“Nnnnooommmmmm … nah … mmmmmppphhhhh … Mom … I … nnnnaaaaammmmnnnn … love it,” George said between licks and slurps.

“Ohhhhh … you’re not … even touching my … clitoris … and … you’re going to make meeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Anna buried her face into the blanket, kicked her feet into the mattress, and orgasmed for her son. Each time they coupled she learned a new ecstasy. She was supposed to be rewarding him, but somehow he’d taken the initiative and given to her instead.

While his mother was still convulsing from her orgasm, George moved up her body, placed his cock at her slick entrance, and slid in. “I know … your pussy is adjusting to me … but it still feels … incredibly tight.” He placed his hands on the beguiling small of her back and found a rhythm with his hips. He saw his mom turn her face sideways. Tears pooled in her eye. “Mom … are you … ugh … ugh … crying?” He slowed his pace.

“I’m … just so happy … sunshine. So happy … we found this … slice of heaven to share.” Anna didn’t have to do anything in that position except hold on, so she gripped the blanket more tightly and let her son ride her.

“Me … too … Mom.” George pounded into her. She didn’t complain about it hurting at all, so he loosened the throttle. He slammed into her so hard her hips lifted into the air at the apex of each thrust. “I’m your … ugh … ugh … ugh … stud … Mom.”

“I’m … ah … ah … ah … your bitch … Georgie!” Anna could feel another orgasm fast approaching. Her son’s penis seemed to zero in on a spot deep inside that unlocked a river of pleasure. It was like he was a key made just for her lock. It was all so wonderful that Anna said something that truly surprised her. “I’m … uuuggghhhh … safe today … you can … put it inside me.”

“Mom?” George slowed his hips. He must have misheard her. “What?”

“I want … it … George. I need … uuuggghhhhh … it.” She trembled her way through her climax.

George waited for her to stop cumming to ask his next question. He was in awe of the situation he found himself in, but he didn’t want to mess things up. His mother was obviously beside herself. He didn’t want her to resent him for anything later. “We have … that other condom. I could … ugh … ugh …?”

“The condom … would defeat … the purpose … ooohhh … of what I want.” She gazed back at him. He looked so strong and vigorous thrusting his hips up against her shaking backside. “I want … to go about the rest … ugh … ugh … of my day … with your seed … in my womb. I want … to feel that closeness with you. To … ooohhhhhhhh … speak with … the others … while your stuff is still … inside me … our … miraculous … secret. Please … say yes … and fill me.”

“Yes … Mom.” George nodded his head and picked up the pace again. Her words spurred his climax closer at an accelerated pace. He thought of her talking to Mrs. Salazar … or Kapnos … with his cum still inside her. The thought drove him wild. He searched her stormy blue eyes and could see her need. My mother wants me to cum in her! It wasn’t to urfa escort make babies, but still … it was indeed a miracle. “You’re … going to make me … cum … Mom.”

“Yes … yes … yes … sunshine … I want it … fill me … sperm … sperm … sperm …” Anna’s mind reeled. She’d asked for it, and it was almost here. A massive orgasm seized her, and she went rigid just as she felt the heat of his seed inside her.

“Mom … Mom … aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.” George’s hips fell out of rhythm. His orgasm went on and on. He was certain he’d never cum so much in his life. It was lucky it was her safe day, because he’d have knocked her up otherwise. Finally, his hips came to a rest on her ass. Then, a few seconds later, they spasmed once more as he shot three final blasts deep into her womb.

“Nnnnnnnggggggggggggg.” Anna’s eyes rolled back, and her back arched, pushing up into her son as he collapsed on top of her. This was more than a slice of heaven. She’d found paradise itself.

~~

The sound of splashing and laughing in the lagoon was oddly comforting to Constance. Her whole life was unraveling, but others were still finding joy in the hell-pit of a hotel they found themselves in. She stepped off the boardwalk onto the beach, curling her toes around the soft warmth of the sand. She was wearing her swimming suit, and carrying her holstered pistol in a gloved hand.

Constance stopped at a bar for a cocktail, and continued on, sipping it with her free hand. She found that Lillian and Gwendolyn were the source of the noise. They were roughhousing in the water. “Greetings, ladies.” Constance gave them a curtsy, put down her gun on the beach, and walked into the water. She found an underwater bench and tried bravely to curve her lips into a smile. Both of the women had flushed cheeks and looked like girls caught with their gloves in the cookie jar.

“Good day, Mrs. Haversham.” Lillian nodded her head since she was in the water and couldn’t do a full curtsy.

“You look like you’re bearing things well, dear.” Kapnos gave Lillian a quick pinch on the butt and swam over to Constance. “What can we do to help?” She patted Constance’s knee under the water and sat on the bench at a respectful distance.

“What I desire, you cannot give me.” Constance sighed and sipped her blue drink.

“And what is that?” Kapnos smiled sweetly. “Maybe we can help?”

“Revenge, Mrs. Valentine.” Constance took a deep breath, pushing down her feelings of rage. “If this hotel were full of guests, I would go to a bar and pick up a tall, handsome man. I would take him back to my room. And afterward, I would tell Roy all about it.” She glanced at Gwendolyn. “Your lipstick is smudged, dear.”

“Oh, thank you.” Kapnos turned away. She took some lagoon water and scrubbed around her lips.

“There is a man here, Mrs. Haversham.” The wheels spun in Lillian’s head. Maybe she could help make up for past troubles with her brother by giving him this. “He is tall and handsome. He admires you greatly and would be forever grateful to be used for revenge.” Lillian kept her hands underwater since Gwendolyn had pulled off her gloves earlier, and she didn’t know where they were.

“I’m not going to sleep with a teenager.” Constance barked a quick laugh. “Not even for revenge.”

“He’s eighteen, Mrs. Haversham.” Lillian persisted. Her time with Gwendolyn had given her some confidence. “A man grown. And like I said, you would blow his mind. You get your revenge, and he gets the memory of a lifetime.”

“Your commitment to your brother’s sex life is admirable.” Kapnos turned back to them, her lipstick washed off.

“Although perhaps a bit unseemly.” Constance felt something float against her leg. She reached down and plucked a glove from the water. It matched Lillian’s suit. She raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl. “Lose something?”

“I … um … I … well …” Lilliam stammered.

“Since it was just us ladies, Lillian removed her gloves to show me a wonderful antique ring she had.” Kapnos scooted closer to Constance and beckoned Lillian over. “Come over here, Ms. Zaal, and show off your ring.”

Lillian hesitated a moment and then swam over to them. The water depth was to her clavicle in front of the bench, so she stood on the sandy bottom and raised her hand out of the water. The ruby and diamonds glittered in the warm light of the lagoon.

“Isn’t it lovely?” Kapnos moved closer to Constance. Their thighs were now touching. “Doesn’t she have the most delicate and dexterous looking hand?”

“Unseemly.” Constance finished off her drink. “Put your naked hand away, young lady.”

“There are no men about. What’s the harm?” Kapnos purred.

“Women sleep with women, too. Or so I’m told. We wouldn’t want to spark such desire.” Constance turned her face to the pretty widow. They were close enough that Gwendolyn’s sweet breath entered her nostrils. “I dare say, it’s not my place to judge if they do. So long as they’re all consenting adults. But it makes a woman’s hand unseemly under such circumstances for sure.” Constance moved away from Gwendolyn and turned her steely gaze on Lillian. “You’re older than your brother, correct?”

“Yes. I’m engaged to be married, remember?” Lillian dropped her hand underwater.

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