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Being an avid reader of the site on the Internet I understand the fantasy many men have of sex with their daughter-in-laws. I can under stand since I have the same type fantasy about my daughter-in-law. It is nothing she has ever done that would even give me a hint that she might also have the same feelings for me. I have never said anything out of the way to her to make her even wonder about my secret feeling for her. I just go through life admiring her from a distance; wondering what it would be like to make love to such a beautiful young woman.

Amy is my son Steve’s wife. They have been married five years and have two young girls. The children are four and three years old, and are the joy of my life. Steve is an only son and thus his family is the only family I have. My wife left me after Steve was born to go live with her lover. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she had left me for another man, but she left with a woman she worked with at her job. It was quite a let down to find she preferred another woman to me and her son. She never got in touch with him or me again.

It turned me off on women so much that I never remarried. I looked for female companionship only when I felt the need for sex. No other woman had ever interested me for very long at a time until Steve married Amy.

She wasn’t a really beautiful girl but she was quite attractive and had deep brown eyes that could look through you. At first it was her eyes that drew me to her. Her hair was long and she kept it tied in a ponytail around home. When she went out it would cascade down her back almost to her waist. Her legs were long and shapely. Her breasts were small, just a b cup I would guess. This changed after her last child. Once the child was born her swollen breasts didn’t loose much of the size she had gained while she was pregnant.

I like to think of her as the new improved Amy. She worked her body back in shape after the pregnancy. Her legs were still long and firm and her stomach was as flat as it was before she married. With her now larger breasts she was quite a sight in a swimsuit.

Amy and Steve had built a house that backed up to mine. I had a fairly large farm that stretched from the country road where I lived back across a field to another country road. It was less than a mile between the houses and there was a small lane that joined the two houses together without getting on the main roads. When we traveled from one house to the other we used the back entrance.

After my wife left me I concentrated on working and making a living for Steve and myself. I was fairly successful and now I don’t have to work any more than I like. It was my own company and I had good people working for me. Steve had gone to work in the company after he graduated from college. One day it would all be his. In the mean time I had all the free time I wanted.

As I mentioned before, I had liked the looks of Amy from the first time I met her. She and I had become good friends and spent a lot of time together after they married. She was pregnant soon after they married and the first child was born. She had just begun to get her figure back when the second child was on the way. After she was born Amy was a little over weight and her figure was suffering from it. At this point many women would have given up and let nature take its course. Amy wasn’t about to let that happen.

For several weeks she worked out each day. She would bring the girls by the house and I would watch them while she exercised. The gym in the house was just like Steve had left it when he moved out. Amy was the only one that got any use out of it. Slowly I began to see the results from her hard work. I made sure to compliment her on how good she was looking; something Steve wasn’t doing. This lack of attention from him is what brings us to the present time.

Amy and the girls had come over to swim in the pool that I had installed for the kids. Steve had always wanted one but it took my grand kids to make me have one installed. If I had known Amy would have used it as much as she does I would have installed it a lot earlier. My favorite pass time was watching her in her bikini swimming laps in the pool. This particular morning wasn’t any difference.

I watched as she played with the two girls. Every now and then I would get in the water and help her keep them entertained. Something was different about her this morning but I couldn’t put my finger on it. With the girls around she was smiling as she normally did, but when she was away from them there was a sadness about her that wasn’t part of her usual personality.

The morning came to an end and we went into the house to fix lunch. Once the girls were fed she put them in a spare bedroom where they could get their afternoon nap without us having to be too quite. She turned on the bedside speaker where we could hear them when they woke.

While she was putting them to bed I finished in the kitchen and mixed us a drink and carried them down stairs to the playroom. I had rize escort a small wet bar in the room with a couple of stools. I set the drinks on the bar and set down to wait for her to join me. I heard the speaker come on in the bedroom and knew she was about to join me. I still had on just my swimsuit and she still had on her bikini. We would be back in the water as soon as the children woke from their nap. Until then we would have a couple of hours alone. I had come to really like these few moments alone with her.

She came into the room and I watched as she climbed on the stool next to mine. I could not keep my eyes from searching out her long bare legs as she propped her small feet on the bar stool. The top of her suit showed a lot of bare skin that I never got tired of seeing. Over the last five years she had gotten more and more open with me. She had to know that I liked to look at her since I didn’t make any effort to not get caught looking. As her figure had slowly returned even better than before I had taken the opportunity to brag on her. In response she had been willing to let me see more than most father-in-laws were allowed. This pleased both of us.

Amy picked up the drink and she took a big swallow. A second later she took another. This wasn’t the way she normally took her afternoon toddy. Another swallow and it was gone. I had just sampled mine but I asked her if she wanted another. Her answer was to just push the empty glass towards me.

I refilled hers and handed it back to her and set down next to her on the other stool. I turned towards her and watched as she took another big swallow. “You better slow down or you will be on the floor.” She turned towards me and out knees was touching. I looked into her pretty eyes and knew she was about to cry.

“What is going on this morning? You haven’t been yourself at all.” Just asking the question broke open the dam. Tears flooded her eyes as she slid from her stool and moved between my legs for me to hold her in my arms. Though we had always liked each other she had never held me as close as she was today.

She was crying so hard her whole body was shaking. I just held her close until some of the crying stopped. She may not have known it but her breasts were pressed firmly against my naked chest. Her hips were between my legs and her cunt had to be touching my cock. Only the thin material of out swimsuits separated our bodies.

I never meant for it to happen but I could feel my cock getting hard. I knew that she was going to notice it once she started to settle down. I knew I should try to separate out bodies before she noticed but I just couldn’t bring myself to move away from her. I had often dreamed about holding her just this way.

Her face was buried in my neck and her hot breath wasn’t doing anything to help the condition I was quickly getting in. Her arms were around my neck and she was holding on like it was life or death. My arms were around her waist and I could feel the naked flesh of her back under my fingers. I couldn’t resist pulling her tighter to me. My cock could feel the heat from her cunt and I was finally completely hard. My cock was throbbing against the crotch of her suit. I knew exactly where my cock was touching her and it wasn’t going to be long before she would know also.

The crying finally stopped but she didn’t release me. I knew the moment she realized the condition I was in. Her body tensed up and she moved back. Her arms stayed around my neck but her cunt found a small amount of separation from my cock. Her head moved back from my neck where I could look into her eyes. I saw her glance down at my cock that was standing how hard and firm in my suit.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t intend for that to happen.”

She lifted her eyes from my cock to my face. “It is mostly my fault. I have put you in a bad spot.”

I smiled and tried to make a joke out of it. “I’m not complaining about being in such a spot. Anytime you need a shoulder to cry on you or more than welcome.”

She said, “At least I am glad to see that I can at least turn on another man.” She then explained why she was in the condition she was in today.

“I think Steve is cheating on me. He hired that new secretary last year about the time I started trying to get my body back in shape. I am sure he is spending more and more time in her bed. He hasn’t touched me in months. Even after I loss the extra weight he hasn’t shown any interest in me.”

“I don’t think Steve is running around on you. Sometimes men just do strange things. Why would he want to run around on such a beautiful wife?

“She is younger and doesn’t have any children to work around just to have sex. I could take it if it was just a one-night stand. I wouldn’t like it but at least I could understand why he would do it. I am just afraid I am going to lose him to her for good.”

While she talked I noticed that she hadn’t moved any farther away from me. If anything she had moved sakarya escort a little closer. Her head was now resting on my chest while she talked. My hands were still on her bare waist. The heat from her body kept my cock rock hard and it was almost touching her crotch where it had been earlier. My hands were starting to stroke her naked back and she seemed to relax as I touched her.

For what ever reason my hands seem to drop lower on her body until they were on her hips. The firm feel of her butt was now beneath my fingertips. I pulled gently on her hips to bring her back in contact with my hard cock. I didn’t want to force her but I was surprised when she let me move her forward without any resistance at all. We were back where we had been earlier only this time she wasn’t crying. My cock was touching her cunt through the material of our suits.

I brought my hands back up to rub her naked back. She didn’t try to move away from my cock. For whatever reason she might have had it felt awfully good to hold her so close.

She was no longer talking as my hands worked over her back. It had been months since Steve had made love to her and she welcomed my touch on her body. I glanced down to see her eyes tightly shut and her hands around my shoulders. I had fantasized about doing this very thing to her. In my wildest dreams I had never thought it would come to pass. I was expecting her to call a stop at anytime. I could always apologize and claim I had loss myself and forgot who I was with.

I brought my hands from her back around to the front. As I lifted them to her face I let them trail across the nipples of her tits. I could feel her tremble as I touched them and the nipples harden to my touch. I brought my hands to her face and lifted her head up, bring her lips up where I covered them with my mouth.

I felt her tighten up at the first touch of my lips on hers, but then she relaxed. Her lips were soft and I could taste the salt from the tears she had cried. I moved my tongue across lips and applied a little pressure on them. She knew that I wanted her to open her mouth and with a little gentle probing she open up. My tongue pushed it’s way inside to taste even more of her sweetness. I took my time and didn’t try to force her. I wanted her to be able to stop anytime but sure hoped she wouldn’t.

I released her head with my hands but she didn’t turn away. Her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me tighter to her lips. Her tongue was answering each thrust I made with one of her own. She was just as much into the kiss as I was. My hands went to her back. I had to see her firm full tits without any covering over them.

My finger found the ties that held her top on. It was simple to untie. One slight pull and the top was loose. Only her body pressing against mine kept the top from falling to the floor. I moved back just enough to pull the top from between us. With it gone I pulled her back to me. Her naked hard tits were now pressing my naked chest. I could feel her nipples pushing against my shin. If it was possible my cock grew even harder.

She continued to kiss me through all of this. She was making small moaning sounds deep in her throat. I could tell she was as excited as I was. Her hips were now pushing against my cock even harder. I didn’t know how far she was willing to go but until she stopped me I was going to find out.

My hands left her back and went to the top of her bikini bottoms. My thumbs slipped under the edge and I pushed down. At this point I don’t think she was even thinking what she was doing. I knew I was taking advantage of her in the condition she was in. I reasoned that if it weren’t me then she would find someone else. It had been to long for such a hot-blooded woman to go without sex.

I pushed the suit down. My cock pressing against her prevented it from coming off. I was about to try to back away a little when she did it herself. The suit went on down her legs as far as I could reach. She gave a couple of wiggles and it dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it and moved back to my cock. One piece of material was gone and only my suit stood between us. My dream was closer than ever to being answered.

I broke the kiss finally and leaned forward to take her tit in my mouth. This brought a lower moan to her lips. As I kissed and sucked she pulled my head hard against her tit. I had trouble at first moving from one tit to the other. At first I think she was afraid I was going to stop. When she found out I was just moving from one of them to the other she helped me.

I stopped and picked her up and set her back on the stool. I pushed her legs open as I kneel before her. It was easy to push her legs apart as my lips found her hot cunt. Sampling a young hot cunt has always been one of my biggest pleasures. I love the taste of hot pussy juice as I use my tongue on the young cunt. Amy’s was the sweetest I had ever tasted. My tongue was buried deep in her cunt to get all samsun escort the sweet nectar she had.

I wanted to bring her off fast and quick where I could taste her and them feel her hot pussy wrapped around my hard cock. She had not climaxed in months and it didn’t take but seconds before she grabbed the back of my head and did her best to pull my head in her cunt.

Her hips were fucking at my tongue as she climaxed from the fucking my tongue was giving her cunt. She almost smothered me she had me pulled so tight to her. Finally she relaxed and I was able to take my mouth away from her juicing cunt. As I stood back up I made sure my suit stayed on the floor. I was naked when I again moved between her legs.

Amy didn’t seem to notice that it was now my naked cock that was touching the opening to her body. With her on the stool she was just the right height for my hard cock to center her cunt. With her legs wrapped around my waist I slid forward into the hottest pussy I had ever been in. She was wet and offered very little resistance to my hard cock as I pushed forward down deep in her welcoming body.

Her being so hot and wet made it easy for me to slide deep in her body. She was really tight around my cock as I finally pushed to the bottom of her cunt. Her arms were again around my waist and tried to pull me even deeper. Soon it was hard to tell who was fucking whom. She was kissing me and rubbing her naked tits against my chest while her cunt was answering ever stroke my cock made in her. I had never fucked a woman that wanted to fuck like her.

Amy was cumin again soon after I entered her. When she finished that climax and was coming down from the high she was on I caught her under the ass and picked her up from the stool. I was careful to make sure my cock never slipped from her wet cunt. I moved over to the sofa and lay her back. Her legs went around my body and her arms pulled me down again. I started pounding her cunt with all the speed and power I could muster.

For several minutes we fucked with an abandonment that I had never felt before. Finally I could last no longer. I could feel cum building up in my balls and knew it was about over for me. “I am about to cum do I need to pull out?”

“NO! NO! FUCK ME HARDER!!! Fill me up with all you have! I want to feel it entering my body. OH, this feels so good!”

I couldn’t help myself. If I fathered a hundred babies with her I had to feel what it was like to empty my cum deep in her body. Then it was over. I unloaded more cum in her than I had ever shot before. When it hit deep in her cunt she came again. It was two totally exhausted people that finally woke to the cries of the baby. Their nap was over.

At first neither one of us realized that it was the kids waking from their nap. My cock was still embedded deep in her cunt and her legs still wrapped around my hips. The cry of the children brought her back down to earth.

Suddenly she seemed to realize that it was me over her. She pushed against my chest to get me off of her. “Get up! Let me up!” She was about to panic, as I was slow to move. As soon as I rolled away she was on her feet. She hunted for her suit and quickly pulled up the bottoms and was slipping on the top as she rushed up the stairs to the children. She didn’t look back at me as she left the room.

I took my time and put my suit back on. I was expecting to join them back at the pool as we usually did after their nap. When I got back to the pool I heard the old golf cart that they used to ride between the two houses leave. I wished I had been able to talk to her about what happened. It was easy to see that she was embarrassed and wanted to get away.

I usually saw her and the girls three or four times a week but Amy didn’t come over again that week. Steve brought the girls over Saturday morning but said Amy had some shopping to do and couldn’t come. I knew that I had to see her if for no other reason than let her know it was my fault things got so far out of hand. The weekend passed and she still didn’t show up. I even went over to their house but the car was gone and no one came to the door. I didn’t see her staring out the window as I headed back home.

Monday she still didn’t come over. Tuesday I went in to work. I usually put in an appearance a couple of times a week just to let them know who the real boss is.

My secretary for many years was a tall black lady named Lisa. Lisa and her husband Robert had been my friends for several years. Lisa was a beautiful black lady that could make any man’s cock hard just by walking by. For all the years we had worked together she and I had never been sexually involved. Robert was my good friend that helped me through the days when my wife walked out on me. I was not going to ruin my friendship with him just to sleep with his wife.

Robert was a unique person. He loved Lisa and was faithful to her all these years. That was pretty hard to do considering the type work he did. No one knew that Robert and I were partners in his business. Years before he needed money to get started and I let him have what he needed. Without me asking he made me a partner. Now he didn’t need any of my money as he had all he would ever need. Still each month I received a check from him for my part of the business.

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(This is a continuation of Fifteen Minutes of Fame. If you haven’t read it, I heartily recommend you do so now, as this story may not make much sense otherwise.)

The phone rang. Not the desk phone, not her official work phone, but her private cell. Only a few people had the number, and they knew not to call, except in actual emergencies. She didn’t recognize the incoming caller, but that wasn’t surprising; if one of her associates needed to contact her, they used whatever phone was closest, whether or not it belonged to them.

She flipped it open. “Go ahead.”

“Ma’am, I just sent you an email with something you need to see.” It was Paulsen, one of her senior staff members. No preamble, no wasting time with pleasantries or greetings. She liked that. Time was money, and she had very little of the former to spare. “It’s about your children.”

Her children. She hated being forced to think about them. Better that they’d both died in infancy. “Is it time-sensitive?”

“Very much so, ma’am. It’s supposed to be out in two days, and we’re leaning on the network to hold off on airing it, but—”

“I’ll deal with it.” She ended the call and looked at the phone for a moment, thinking quickly, making a mental list of who to call, and how to handle this, but… First things first. She needed to know exactly what “this” was. It’s always more difficult to fight a war when you don’t know what you’re dealing with.

The text of the email was a copy-pasted transcript, incomplete and poorly edited, of an episode of… but no, surely there had been some mistake. It couldn’t actually be from that farce of a confession show. That sick, twisted excuse for entertainment. A joke, perhaps, made in extremely poor taste. If so, someone—probably several someones—were going to get fired for it.

There was a file attached, too. A short video. She opened it.

The image was small, shaky, and low-resolution. A cell phone camera, surely. The clip was less than a minute long. She started it.

By the time the clip had finished, her fists were clenched so tightly that her perfectly manicured nails dug deep into her palms. The gouges in her hand dripped blood across the desk as she reached for the office phone, her hand shaking with barely suppressed rage.

“Diane.”

“Yes, Senator Farrington.” Prompt and polite, as always. A good hire, that one. Just out of college, still fresh-faced and optimistic. It wouldn’t last long. It never did.

“I need to see Roger. Now. Call him, and then get in here.” Charity Farrington, Illinois Senator and the self-described last line of defense for conservative family values, looked down at her blood-smeared hand and gritted her teeth. “And bring a wet towel.”

Soon, she promised herself. Soon it would be her children’s blood on her hands instead of her own. They’d pay for this.

They would pay dearly.

***

“I’m home,” Pam sung out, slamming the door behind her. “Why isn’t dinner on the table, you miserable fucking excuse for a domestic servant?”

I smiled, hearing the playfulness in her voice. “Eat a dick, sis.” I stood up and stretched the kinks out of my back before heading towards the front door. “Work go okay?”

“The usual soul-crushing emptiness. The sort of thing you always feel, but I only get it six or eight hours at a time, which means I’m marginally less pathetic than you are.” She pulled off her jacket and lobbed it at the open closet. “So yeah, work was fine.” Pam leaned over, apparently aiming for a quick kiss; I had no intention of just brushing lips like that. Eight hours without touching her was way too long for my liking. Instead, as our mouths met, I wrapped one arm around her waist and planted the other on her back, and I made damn sure she wasn’t getting away without some tongue.

She didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite, really. It’d only been a week and a half since we’d taped our television debut, and only a few hours more since we’d started this whole “fucking-each-other” thing, but I’d learned pretty quickly what her little physical quirks and mannerisms meant, and the fingers scraping a path down the back of my neck told me I’d made the right call.

We broke off for air, eventually, and she shoved me away, but without any real force. “Horny little bastard. Let’s eat first, assuming you didn’t already inhale whatever the fuck was in the fridge.”

“Not really hungry.” I followed her into the kitchen. “You know, in most of the world, people don’t eat dinner at five.”

“Yeah, well, in most of the world people don’t fuck their siblings, either. Might as rebel against all sorts of things, now that we’ve started with one.”

“Would making a joke about eating out—”

“Yes.”

“Forget I said anything, then.”

“Done.” Pam tossed a couple slices of week-old pizza onto a plate and leaned against the counter. “Anything exciting happen in your shitty existence for a life? And I already know the answer’s no.”

“Won the lottery.”

“Oh yeah? How much?”

“Like ten bucks. Blew urfa escort it on a bottle of piss-poor gin.”

“How you can stomach that shit is beyond me. Makes your breath smell like you brushed your teeth with rubbing alcohol and a pine tree,” Her words were barely audible through her half-chewed mouthful. “Save me any?”

“Might be a third of it left, over by the microwave.” I watched her grab the bottle and start drinking straight from it. “Hypocrite.”

“Don’t fucking judge me, you alcoholic piece of shit. Three assholes catcalled me at lunch and my fucking boss keeps leering at me and I’m on the verge of ripping off their off their cocks and making ’em choke to death on their own—”

“No, no, not the drinking part. The fact that you were just talking shit about gin, and now…”

“I finished the vodka this morning. Nothing else around.”

So that’s where it had gone. “You know, I think both of us might have a drinking problem.”

“Yeah, no shit, because once I finish this we’ll be out of alcohol.”

“That’s the oldest fucking joke—”

As it turned out, the cheap gin tasted even worse when mixed with tomato sauce. The fact that I was tasting it secondhand made it a bit better, though.

***

The door handle turned. She did not look up. “You’re late, Roger.”

“Barely, Senator. I was waiting for your secretary. She seems to have run off somewhere.” Roger Stallman, a short, balding, heavyset man with a perpetually bored expression, dropped into the chair opposite hers without being invited. She took the impertinence without blinking. This was not the time to insist on ceremony, and Stallman had been with her since her first campaign. He’d earned the right to be informal. “Heard the news, then?”

“When was it taped?”

“Twelve days ago. Standard turnaround for these things is usually two weeks, so we caught it just in time.”

“Not fast enough for my liking, Roger.”

He shrugged. “We don’t usually monitor these things, Senator. I can honestly say this has never happened before, not for anyone I’ve worked with, and we’re damn lucky we caught it before it actually aired.”

“Fine. What can we do?”

“Not much, really. We have to eventually let them air it, or else we’ll be the bad guys for shutting down one of the nation’s most inexplicably popular shows. The network won’t pull the episode or even delay for much longer; they’re not too fond of you, Senator, for some of the things you’ve said about what the media does to families.”

“And they’re proving my point by doing so.”

“Focus, please, Senator. Once we’ve navigated through this mess you’ll have plenty of time to write speeches attacking whatever innocent things you want, but first let’s make sure you’ll be able to stay in office long enough to do so.”

Her nails dug into her palms again, reopening one of the just-closed gashes. “Your concern is noted. Again: what do we do?”

“Prep for damage control, mainly. Run a press conference immediately after the show where you can publicly decry the accusations. Dig up a couple of people who can make statements on how your kids were always insubordinate and rebellious in the face of your impeccable maternal instincts.”

“‘Impeccable,’ Roger?”

“I didn’t say they had to be truthful statements. Just statements. We need to build you a safety net. Something that will back up your side of the story. This’ll blow over eventually, but we need to make sure you’re still standing when it does. My career depends on it as much as yours, I’d bet, and I’m not rich enough to retire right now.”

She nodded curtly. “I’ll see who we can round up to take my side. Let me know if we can squeeze another day’s delay out of the network; the more time we have to prepare, the better.”

“Righty-o. I’ll get to work on my end. Lots of calls to make.” He heaved himself to his feet; she did not rise to see him off, but instead turned back to her computer. He paused with his hand on the door. “Out of curiosity, Senator, how much truth do you think there is to it? Do you really think you screwed them up that badly?”

A lesser man would have run from the expression on her face. “Roger—”

“I mean, you’re no paragon of moral purity yourself, you know. If—”

“Get out of my fucking office.”

He chuckled as he left, closing the door behind him.

“Diane.”

“Mhmmff?”

“No, don’t stop. Not until I specifically tell you to. Remind me to dock Mr. Stallman’s pay for the next quarter. And your aim is off. Bring your tongue up a little bit higher.”

“Mmff, mhmm.”

She sighed. It was so hard to find competent help these days.

***

“You know, there’s this thing called a bed.”

I didn’t look up. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s a great invention. Covered in blankets and shit. More comfortable than the fucking kitchen counter, that’s for sure.”

“What’s wrong with fake granite?” I slid my hands up under her skirt and brushed a knuckle against the front of her panties, feeling sivas escort her shiver slightly.

“It’s cold as balls. If you’re gonna do it, just fucking do it and stop trying to tease me, because my ass is freezing out here.”

“Hmm.” I leaned forward, a hand on each thigh, and kissed the growing wet patch between them, inhaling her scent. “No.” Still, I had to admit that she did have a point. My legs were starting to hurt, and I’d only been kneeling on the linoleum for a minute or two. Not that I’d give her the satisfaction of knowing that. This was war, after all.

“Fine. You win. We’ll stay here. Satisfied, asshole?”

“Not even close.” Pam’s panties wouldn’t go down very far, as her legs were spread barely far enough to accommodate even me, but they went far enough. I kissed the same spot as before, feeling the slick wetness beneath my lips. “So before I said that we could eat out-“

There was a yank, and I abruptly found myself buried in her crotch, her legs pinning my face in place against her pussy. Her snarled insult faded off into a hissed breath as I started exploring with my tongue, running it in gradually tightening circles. Well, technically they were ovals, but I wasn’t particularly concerned with the finer points of geometry.

I took a breath, held it, and went in even deeper, pushing my tongue in between her lips and inside of her as far as it would go. Admittedly, it wasn’t very far, but judging from her tightening grip on my neck and back it was working pretty well. My eyes were closed, my senses trained on the bits of Pam I could feel with my mouth and hands, her scent and taste filling my awareness.

“Hey.” Her voice was a bit breathless, and there was a playful lilt to it. “You wanna know the worst euphemism I’ve ever heard for this?”

I shook my head slightly, not willing to stop and answer properly.

“Too bad, because you’re hearing it anyway. ‘Plundering her cave of wonders.'”

Up until that point, I’d never been able to say that I’d choked on pussy. It wasn’t an experience I was keen on repeating; the mixture of laughter and coughing took a few seconds to subside. “Christ on a stick, that’s awful. Who would… no, I don’t wanna know. I really don’t wanna know.”

“Actually, some people-“

“I really, REALLY don’t wanna know.”

“Suit yourself.” Pam cleared her throat. “Um. Can you do something else for me?”

I sighed, trying to look sufficiently exasperated. “Anything for you, my radiant goddess.”

“Can you pretend to not be a fucking asshole for like two minutes? That’s not the request, by the way, but it’d be a pretty nice fucking change for once.”

“No.”

“Fine. The how ’bout this: talk dirty.”

“You mean like Poison? Down the basement, lock the cellar door-” She didn’t pull her punch this time. “You bitch. That’s gonna bruise.”

“I’m trying to be serious here, you prick. Focus. Talk to me. Tell me… I don’t know. Say something engaging. You’re down there, and there’s a disconnect or some shit, and I want you to talk to me.”

“Right. I have no idea how to do that, by the way. And I can’t really do that and work down here properly at the same time.”

“I don’t care if you’re total shit at it. I still want you to try. And of course you can do both–you’ve got hands, right? You don’t need those to talk. Stop jerking off and start using them.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “For your information, I haven’t jerked off in at least ten minutes.” Resting my chin on the counter, I thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to handle this. “Seems like I’m stalling, doesn’t it.”

“Look, if you really don’t want to-“

“No, no, I’m getting to it.” A thought struck me–a plan of attack, so to speak. It made me smile. “Okay. Most of what I know about dirty talk comes from porn, but that doesn’t really work for me.” I ran a forefinger gently down from her stomach, barely brushing the skin and coming to a halt right above her sex. “Just saying ‘oh god I wanna fuck you’ or ‘your pussy is so hot’ is… well, it’s fucking stupid, is what it is.”

“Are you really-” Her breath hitched as I started to slide my finger in. “Are you really giving a fucking lecture on how to dirty-talk?”

“Both of those things are true, though.” I kept on talking, ignoring her words and listening to her breathing. She felt tight even with just one finger inside; slowly, deliberately, I began moving. “You’re absolutely fucking beautiful, and having sex with you is basically the best thing in the world. When I’m with you there is literally nothing else I can think about. Just you.” I laid my other hand on her lower belly, letting my thumb rest close to her clit–but not directly on it. Not yet. “How’re you doing?”

“Not… not bad.”

“Oh good.” I stretched upward, craning my neck and head towards hers; she leaned down, as I’d hoped for, and kissed me. As our lips touched, I planted my thumb; she jerked back slightly, as sensitive as ever, and then pushed forward harder into the kiss, her tekirdağ escort tongue meeting mine.

I had to break off first, as my legs didn’t really want to cooperate with that position. “I wonder,” I said, my thumb now moving rhythmically on her clit. “Do you like the way you taste as much as I do?”

She blushed.

I was so surprised that I actually had to take a second and remind myself where I was and what I was doing. Pam had actually blushed. A full-fledged, red-cheeked, slightly-ducked-head blush. I had never, ever seen that before. Time to seize the moment.

I dove back down, lips encircling her clit, tongue navigating the skin around it as best I could, forefinger curled inside her pussy and stroking her inner walls.

And it was maybe ten seconds later that she grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing uneven breaths through her teeth, hunched over me in the throes of her orgasm.

When she was finished, I finally let myself fall back into a normal seated position on the floor. My legs would be complaining about this for days. I sure as hell wouldn’t be. “You okay?”

Pam nodded, clearly concentrating on getting herself back to normal. “More than okay,” she eventually said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Not just for the eating-out. For putting up with my shit.”

“I should be the one thanking you for that, I think.”

We fell silent, staring at each other in the brightly-lit kitchen.

She smirked. “You’ve got something on your face.”

“Someone’s something, more like. And you’ve got that same something on your thighs.” I stood and stretched. “Shower?”

“Sure. You first.”

“I, uh, I meant together.”

“Pff. Fine.”

***

Roger Stallman—and not just ‘Roger’ when he was working, no matter what his boss said; he was a professional, more or less—was tired of this shit.

It was the same thing, over and over, year after year. Whoever he was working for fucked something up, and they called him to fix it, and they expected him to break the laws of the universe to make everything nice and neat and perfect again. And when the world didn’t work out exactly the way they hoped—and the world never worked out like that—he got slapped with a pay cut. Or chewed out in front of some company’s board of directors. Or he just got fired.

The Senator’d always been a bitch, even from the start of her first run for office, but she’d only grown more angry and bitter since then. Stallman didn’t have much hope that he’d be working for her much longer. A shame, really. She was obscenely rich, and she paid well. Maybe, if he came up with some sort of genius plan, he’d be able to placate her long enough to get him a retirement fund; he wasn’t as young as he used to be, and the political game was starting to get stale. He’d been in the industry way too long.

But when he really thought about it, he knew there was no way he could hush this up. Those kids, those maddeningly determined kids, had blown the kneecaps off of the Senator’s career, and nothing he could do would fix it.

Unless he went to the kids themselves, of course, and found out what they wanted. But that was probably the stupidest idea he’d had in years. One picture of him with them would sink his career right alongside the Senator’s. Hell, they might take the photo themselves and sell it to whichever tabloid offered the most. It’s what he would do in their shoes. And if the Senator herself found out, he’d be lucky if he woke up the next morning. There were lots of rumors about how that young idealistic fool of a candidate had actually died before the elections last year; nobody outright accused Farrington of putting a hit on him, of course, but the rumors were there.

He’d have to think of something else. The network wouldn’t budge, most of the press was already trying to tear the Senator’s policies apart, and there was only so much spin he could pull off on his own. But he couldn’t just go talk to her children. He’d be risking more than his job doing that. The very idea was absurd. Completely unprofessional. Insane, even.

Roger was on a plane to Massachusetts within the hour.

***

The doorbell made us both jump. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and muted the TV. “Jesus, it’s like eleven thirty.”

“Probably a crack whore. Or someone trying to rob you, maybe. They’ll just stab you as soon as you open the door.” Pam, curled up on the pillows like an oversized cat, smirked up at me. “You should go open the door. Live life dangerously, motherfucker.”

“Die in a fire.” It rang again. “Okay, fine, I’ll get it. Christ.”

I jogged to the door and glanced through the window. A short, fat guy, mostly bald, stood there looking bored. No camera, no tape recorder, so he wasn’t the press; no knife, and he looked pretty clean, so he wasn’t a crack whore or a murderer. Probably. And he looked familiar, somehow, but I couldn’t place him.

I unlocked the door and stuck my head out a few inches, wishing I’d thought to put on a shirt. “Um. Can I help you?”

“Hey there, kid. Carl, right?” He held out a hand. “I’m Roger Stallman. I work with the Senator.”

Oh fuck. That’s how I knew him. He was lurking somewhere in the background at every press conference. He was always there. This was bad. This was really bad. This was…

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My kid sister Katie has always been a rebel. The youngest of three children, Katie has always had a strong will and usually does what she pleases, much to the displeasure of Mom and Dad, who always wished she had been like my older sister Miranda.

Compared to Katie, Miranda was the “paragon of virtue.” Approximately 5 years older than me and eleven years older than Katie, Miranda was “the dream daughter” any parent could wish for. She was a top honors student, and always did what mommy and daddy expected from her.

In college, Miranda majored in Library Science and earned her Masters. She then married a rich up and coming Lawyer for a fortune 500 company and the moved to the suburbs and established a “Storybook” family and had a daughter and son and needless to say is doing well and has her own life.

Katie on the other hand was not one to study, she just preferred to get by, yet she was what you would call “street smart” and knew how to use her one advantage over Miranda, to her advantage, her stunning looks and killer 5’7″ 34C-22-34 well curved and well developed body

With sandy brownish-blond hair, emerald green eyes and a body that most models would sell their soul to have, Katie knew how to get what she wanted with boys and she did. By age 16 she had lost her virginity and had developed a rep as and earned the dubious nick name “Peach Treat”

In order to keep mom and dad from getting to wise to her real nature she had her friends call her Peaches, a nick name she picked up as a kid because she always loved peaches and peach ice cream. However, as much as she tried mom eventually caught on but never told dad. Mom secretly put her on the pill.

As for me, I was some where in the middle. I knew how to do what mom and dad wanted but still managed to have my fun, but never got caught. I also was never one to judge Katie but loved her, respected her and became her “Father confessor” so to speak

Katie would tell me things she would never tell any one else especially mom and dad and I was the one who ending up “having the talk” with her because mom and dad were either too busy or too embarrassed to do it. As a result, our relationship became deep and unknown to me, Katie had developed a crush on me at age 16 but never acted on it.

By this time I was 21 and in my senior year in college. I knew something was up by the way she acted but she was good at hiding it until one evening she let it slip. Her best friend Amber, a cute 5’7″ brunette measuring almost the same as her(34B-22-32) was over at our house spending the night. Here is how that unfolds

They were in Katie’s room in their long night gowns and I walked in to ask Katie something. As I started to walk in I had heard them giggling like a couple of silly school girls(which they were). As I walked in they stopped but I could tell Amber was giving me they eye like she was checking me out.

I just grinned to myself and went on even though I was more into college women and not young high school girls, yet it still was an ego booster to know your were a “Hottie” as they say. As I closed the door, it didn’t quite catch and I heard them giggle again and as I stopped out of their sight, I eavesdropped on their conversation and heard Amber say “You’re right Katie, he is a dreamboat. Too bad he’s your brother,” and with that they giggled even more.

Well I graduated college the following year and went to work as a system’s programmer and over the next five years I worked my way up to assistant network administrator for a large Telecommunications company and was making quite a career for myself, pulling back a nice salary of almost 95K per year.

I had a nice modest condo for myself and an okay vehicle. I had saved most of my money because I lived at home my first year at work and had saved enough from co-op- jobs at college and the first year of my regular job to pay cash for my car and my grandmother had left me quite a sum when I was younger($30,000) and that had grown to almost 40,000 so I purchased almost two thirds of my condo with cash so my payments were quite small as to give me plenty of spending money.

By this time, mom and dad sold their house and moved closer to mom’s remaining family Also, Katie had just finished her 27 month degree as an “Executive Administrative Assistant” and she moved in with me and helped pay bills. She was making an okay salary but she always wanted more so she got a night job on the weekends as a cocktail waitress at the new club “The Oasis” near the county line.

During the first three months of us living together we didn’t see too much of each other because of the fact I was on the road a lot setting up a new computer system for a new branch office and training their staff. Needless to say, I was not aware of just what kind a club “The Oasis” was and what Katie had started doing there

It would turn out that The Oasis was a “discrete” gentleman’s club that “catered to the needs of the gentleman with discriminating taste”, and Katie was now mersin escort working as a “Customer Care Assistant.” In other words the place was a strip joint where nothing was taboo and my kid sister was a stripper, but I would not find that out until when I would make my visit the Friday evening I got home.

It had been a long flight home and I was tired. I had grabbed a quite bite when I got into town and at first decided to go home to try to relax, but I knew I was too wound up and needed to “park my brain in neutral” and just do something off the wall.

I thought for a while for something to do and then I saw a note on the fridge that read “Sweetie, cum join me at the club Oasis tonight. I promise it will be fun and you won’t be disappointed. Hugs and kisses, your sweet sis, Katie” and underneath the signature written in red lip stick was “xxx ooo, Peaches n Crème ”

I figured “What the hell,” and decided I would hang out with Katie. It sounded like it could be some fun and possibly we could catch up on old times and maybe we would then go home together. We would end up doing that, just not in the fashion I would had ever imagined.

As I walked in to the club I knew it wasn’t your run of the mill night club. It was clear that it was a strip club. I didn’t see Katie but I figured she was serving somewhere so I asked Rachel the red haired vixen to give me a beer and I took a table close to the stage and figured if this kind of environment made Katie happy, so be it.

The main stage was empty but music was playing and I had been to enough strip clubs to figure they were somewhere between sets. Just then, the music stopped and the DJ said “Welcome gentlemen to The Oasis. Let us bring our next performer out for the night. She is a little new to this so lets make her feel comfortable. Making her debut last weekend and now becoming a part of the regulars, welcome to the stage Peaches n’ Crème.”

I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard the name but I figured certainly not, but as I saw the sumptuous blonde beauty walk out on stage in a white open see through cotton mesh robe, white lingerie with matching garter and thigh high stockings and white shoes, I knew it was her.

I sat there shocked at first watching her trying to take it in and make myself accept it was for real. There was my kid sister stripping for strange guys and doing things with them that I would have never imagined. I don’t know what it was that possessed me to do it but I found myself pulling out money and making my way over to the stage.

At first I tried to convince myself that I was “just trying to help her out and show some support” but deep inside I knew I was not seeing Katie as my kid sister but a 22 year old vixen who I would give any thing to bang.

As I stood at the end of the stage, I was silent and just held the one dollar bill in my hand. She was now topless but still had the robe on.

“Hey sweetie,” she said with a smile and with that she knelt down in front put the dollar bill in my mouth put her sumptuous soft 34 inch breasts up against my face and with them squeezed, motioned for me to put the dollar there.

I placed the dollar between her breasts and she took it and then before I could turn and walk back to my seat, she gave me a warm wet kiss on the lips. “Stay here and watch the show,” Katie said with a soft sultry voice and then with a sultry tone she added “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

She then told me real reason she wanted me to say when she added “After all, its good to have a friendly face in the crowd and believe it or not I’ve missed ya so what’s ya say, do your kid sister a big favor and who knows we both may enjoy it.”

It didn’t take me long to get in to it but I must confess I wasn’t thinking of Katie as my kid sister. I was thinking of her as a hot 22 year old blonde vixen who I definitely wanted to see more of, and more of her I would see and soon

After giving a few ones, I began to break out the fives then tens and finally later the twenties. After the first five, she dropped her mesh robe and came up to where I was standing. I was at eyelevel to her crotch and Katie had pulled her cotton panties to the side and I could see her nice smooth perfectly pink shaved pussy.

Katie would then put her right leg over my shoulder so that her foot was on my shoulder blade. Then taking my head with her left hand, she pulled it to her crotch and grinded her pussy up against my face.

Call it basal primal male instinct but I found myself putting my tongue to her pussy. At first I was trembling with fear inside thinking for certain that I had “crossed the line” but much to my surprise and delight, Katie just smiled and held my head there and rubbed it against her pussy, inviting me to savor her nectar.

“Sit down sweetie,” she said after she pulled my head away from her pussy “The fun has only begun” Taking her advice, I had a seat back in my chair and anxiously awaited what was cumming muğla escort next.

It wouldn’t take long for me to find out because by the time I had broken out another ten dollar bill, Katie was heading back to my direction after collecting several fives and tens from some guys who wanted to see more.

Coming over to where I was she had a seat on the edge of the stage where I was sitting and motioned for me to come closer. “Follow my lead sweetie, I have a sweet treat for you” and with that she draped her legs over my shoulder.

Using her index finger to gesture “come her,” she beckoned me to come closer to her so that now my head was between her thighs. Taking my head with her hand she pulled my head down between her legs and bucked her hips up so that now she was fucking my face.

I wasted no time in going down on Katie and burying my head in her snatch and feverishly eating her out as she laid back enjoying every moment of it and as the crowd cheered me on chanting “go, go, go” over and over

Granted, my secret fantasy of making it with my sister was coming true but never in a million years would I have ever thought about acting on it. It seemed like I was outside my body watching a total stranger who looked like me munching on my sister’s muff, but it wasn’t, it was me

I maybe came up for air once in the two minutes I continued to muff dive on Katie and I knew she had cum because I could taste her sweet crème as it flooded my lips. After I made her cum, she would return the favor to me but in a different way than expected.

I sat back as she sat up and kissed me and I then took out a twenty dollar bill and laid it on the stage Taking the twenty dollar bill, Katie got on her hands and knees facing me she put it in the zipper my pants as she unzipped them partially and spread my legs. Katie then leaned over and took the bill and then went down on my crotch and simulated sucking me off although she was breathing heavily on my cock.

However that would not be as hot as what she would do during the final part of the set just before the last song ended. I had now pulled out two 20 dollar bills and was holding them up. Katie then came over and with one swift move was now sitting in my lap facing me and was now totally naked except for the stockings and garter.

“Where do you wanna put them sweetie,” she said with a sultry voice. I told her it was up to her so she grinned devilishly and unzipped my pants pulled my fly apart and stuck the bills inside my underwear. Katie would then give me the best five minute ride of my life.

Putting her arms around me, she French kissed me and began to grind her pussy against my crotch as she simulated fucking me This lasted for about five minutes as the crowd jeered and guys streamed to the stage throwing money down to see more. However, I was paying them no mind. I was so horny, I couldn’t hear a thing but what seemed to be the faint voices of people yelling in the far distance.

It sounded like the way something does when you are talking to someone on the phone and they sound like they are way down in a hole. All I knew was that I was one horny mother fucker and it wouldn’t be long until I spewed my load in my pants.

When I couldn’t fight the feeling anymore, I let go of my load and spewed my cum inside my briefs. Katie felt it and just smiled and then whispered in my ear ” Looks like some one made a mess in his pants. Join me after my set for a command performance and we can clean this one up and maybe deposit another load in the proper place.”

Was I dreaming or did my sister just proposition me for sex. I wasn’t dreaming and after the set Katie told me that for $200.00 she could treat me to a private “Command performance” lasting an hour in a VIP room, for $350.00 we could have two hours or for $500.00 she could be mine for the rest of the night with what was called the “Executive Sweets Pass”.

I told her I definitely preferred the all night option and she said “I was hoping you would go for that one.”

Time to break out the trusty ole Platinum card,” I thought to myself. “It’s a damned good thing I paid that sucker off last month.

I would help Katie off the stage and she would lead me toward the back of the club and up some wooden stairs to where the VIP rooms were. Wearing nothing but her robe which was now open and carrying her shoes, bra and panties in her other hand.

“Is the Platinum Suite available Brandi,” Katie asked the charming blonde beauty.

“Sure is doll,” Brandi replied smiling. “You’re in luck Hey by the way, I liked your show. It was so fucking hot. I take it this is the lucky fellow.”

“Sure is,” Katie replied “and he’s about to get even luckier.”

So what will it be honey, Brandi asked me and I told her I wanted the “Executive Sweets Pass.”

“That’ll be 500 dollars baby,” Brandi said and with that she ran my card and then led us to our room.

The Platinum Suite was nice 12×16 room with pale lavender nevşehir escort walls, a large black leather overstuffed 3 seater couch in which the back of the couch reclined back slightly in a twenty degree angle and what looked like to be a double bed with a plum colored satin comforter and matching satin sheets along the other wall. There was also a small mini bar and a TV/VCR/Stereo.

Finally, to make the room even that much better, there was a small area with a glassed in stand up shower big enough for 2 people. This was there for when a guy or sometimes even a lady would want to take two women up for a exhibition as the two girls got it on in the shower while the patron watched To make the room perfect, it had been soundproofed so that no one could hear us.

Locking the door and turning on the stereo, Katie put in a special CD to help “set the mood” Turning up the speakers so the music could be heard, Katie would give me the best private showing I had ever seen or experienced in my days at a strip club.

“Before we get started hun, there is a situation we need to rectify,” Katie said with a sly grin. “Someone here has on entirely too many clothes,” she added as she slipped out of her robe so that she was now totally naked again except for her thigh highs and garter.

Taking the hint, I removed my t-shirt and pulled off my pants and underwear and removed my shoes and socks so that I was now totally naked and the only thing I had on was a smile and a pulsating raging hard-on.

“That’s better sweetie, Katie said with a smile, sitting me down on the couch as she began dancing around to the music.

Katie strutted her stuff around the couch wiggling her tight little curvaceous ass and stood in front of me as she massaged her body with her hands and leaned her head down as she raised a nipple to her mouth and seductively sucked her nipple. Once she was finished with the tease, she would do nothing but please.

Spreading my legs so they were shoulder length apart, she sat in my lap facing away from me and leaned her hot little naked body into mine as she laid back in my arms. I put my arms around her and she leaned her head back turned it so that our lips could me and we slowly and passionately kissed as our tongues probed each other’s mouths.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Katie wanted and I put my hands on her body and began running them all over, concentrating on her supple breasts and nicely smooth shaven pussy.

“Oh yes Dave honey,” Katie crooned “You’ve got the hang of it.

As I continued to caress her body, Katie would begin to wriggle her butt against my cock until it was nice and rigid. Standing up slightly she took my cock in her hand and then sat back in my lap guiding my hard tool into her pussy from behind

Katie wasted no time in beginning to ride me and fucked me with long intense fucking motions that started slow and gradually built up speed. I just laid back and put my hands on her hips as she feverishly rode my cock.

It wouldn’t be long until Katie would cum flooding my cock with her sweet creamy nectar. As she was on the verge of cumming her breaths were short and labored and she tried to fight the urge to cum but the feeling was too intense. Finally she climaxed as she gasped for air and I felt her pussy quiver and her hot sticky cum cover my tool.

However, that would not be the last Katie would do. On the contrary, she had just gotten heated up and I before the night was over, I would find out just how much of an insatiable little slut she really was.

The next thing Katie would do would be to turn around so that she was facing me and sit on my lap. As she did, she swallowed my monster throbbing tool with her pussy and she put her arms around me and gave me a long wet deep tongue probing tonsil swabbing French Kiss.

As we kissed, Katie began to fuck me again, slowly at first but built up speed. She also pressed her hot little naked boy into mine so that her supple breasts were pressed into my bare chest

Soon Katie would be riding me fast and furiously like she was a wild woman but I didn’t care. In fact, seeing her get all excited and hot turned me on as well. As she continued to fuck me she pulled my head to her chest and whispered in a breathy panting voice “Suck me baby,” and I would spend the next five to ten minutes nursing her like an infant.

I knew it wasn’t going to be long until I would blow my load and I let Katie know.

“Oh yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s, Dave honey,” she crooned. “Fill me with your hot manhood.”

I could also tell Katie was on the verge of cumming because I felt her pussy quiver and then quake and contract. It wasn’t long until I felt her sweet juices trickle over my cock again and that sent a signal to my brain to tell my cock to swell with cum and fire its load.

Just then I spunked my load deep into my very own sister’s waiting pussy and that made her hotter.

Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s,” Katie swooned with delight. “You don’t know how long I have been waiting to feel your hot manhood deep inside me.”

Katie continued to ride me milking every bit of cum from my cock and once she had finished fucking me, she dismounted me, got down on her knees and began giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.

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“Oh yes, baby, suck my cock. Oh, Rachel, your tongue feels amazing.”

This was my daily routine. I woke up and as soon as I gain my senses I can feel my cock start to stiffen. The more I think about it, the harder it gets. My balls start to ache and I need a release. A quick jerk is all I need before I get out of bed. My name is Richard. I’m 24 years old. Rachel, my fantasy girl, is my 19 year old sister. I felt ashamed when I first started fantasizing about my sister while jerking off, but I can’t help it. I’ve had girlfriends in the past, but as soon as Tricia turned 18, other girls were not an option. Tricia had brown hair down to her shoulders. She had medium sized breasts…perfect to suck on and squeeze, or at least I imagine they would be. She had the perfect body in my mind.

My day continued normally. I went to work at the hardware store, using my lunch break to beat off once more. On Fridays, I always had to stay late. I had to clean the store up by myself and make sure everything was in order. I arrived home at around 10:30. The lights were all off at my house. My parents, my sister, and I were going to our cabin by the lake for the weekend. We were leaving very early in the morning and I knew they wanted to go to bed as early as possible.

I entered my house and grabbed a drink from the fridge. My body was sore and I needed to masturbate once more before sleeping. I walked upstairs and I could hear a thumping sound coming from my parent’s room. Their door was closed and I knew they were fucking. My parents had a very healthy sexual side to them. It didn’t bother me in the least bit, in fact, I could feel my cock start to tense up. I walked by their room and headed to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and changed into a pair of boxers and a T-shirt.

When I was done, I noticed that the thumping sound had stopped.

“Perhaps, they are going to bed…” I thought.

Rachel’s door was before mine. I noticed that her lights were off, but her door was open a crack. I took a peek inside while slowly walking by, but she wasn’t there. I walked up to the door, knocked softly twice and opened the door. No sign of her.

“Must be at a party or something…mom and dad will be pissed if she comes in after midnight”, I thought kütahya escort to myself.

I paused in the doorway for a second. My mind began to wander while the blood started to rush to my crotch. I walked in and left the door ajar just in case someone came. I headed to her dresser and opened her top drawer. In it was a rainbow of panties and thongs. I lifted a couple up, imagining my sister in them. I reached to the back of the drawer and pulled out a small vibrator she tries to hide there. I brought it close to my nose and slowly smelled the aroma of young pussy. I closed my eyes and licked the dildo to get the magnificent taste on my tongue. My cock was rock hard at this point.

“Alright, goodnight Mom. Goodnight Dad.”

“What was that!?” My head jerked around to the door. My sister was saying goodnight to my parents. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go in the hallway or stay in this room. Certainly not with my boner sticking straight out and without sign of calming down. I panicked and ran into her closet. I was telling myself I was doomed. This was punishment for all those times I thought about her. Her closet was in the corner of her room opposite her bed. I ran in and while I started to close the door, she was opening the door to walk in. I didn’t even have time to close the closet door.

My heart was pounding against my chest. I was sure she could hear it. I leaned against her dresses and jackets in the closet, but could still see into her room through the crack in the door. I was surprised when she entered the room wearing nothing but a faded yellow T-shirt that just barely covered her belly button and a pair of bright red cotton panties.

She looked so sexy, but I couldn’t help but wonder where she was this entire time.

I watched her go up to the mirror next to her bed and watch herself. I watched her close her eyes and start to run her fingers over her breasts. Her nipples were instantly hard as she began to squeeze on her breasts. She made soft moaning sounds while her own hands explored her body. She watched herself twists her nipples outside her shirt and rub her fingers on the soft fabric of her underwear. She slowly walked to her bed and laid down. She removed her shirt and threw it manisa escort to the side.

At this point my jaw dropped. Her breasts came to life bouncing around after being set free. She lay on her back with her crotch pointing straight toward me. This was turning out to be a dream come true. I watched red fabric of her panties start to darken as she rubbed herself more. She then removed her panties and threw them straight out and they landed right next to the closet door. I looked down, and then looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her mind was lost in ecstasy. I reached out and snatched the pair of underwear and brought them to my nose. They were very damp and the smell was so sweet my mouth began to water. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I lowered my boxers and, in the darkness, I wrapped the damp panties around my cock and began to pump. I pictured myself fucking her soaking pussy while I watched her stick one finger, then two, then three into her hole. She sucked on her fingertips and I watched her body tense up and watched her lift her hips in the air while she had her orgasm. The sight of her giving herself over to pleasure was my breaking point. My cum shot into her panties, completely soaking them.

The smell of sex felt heavy in the room. While pulling my boxers up, I began to dread what would happen next. I’d have to sit in this dark closet without making a sound waiting for her to fall asleep. To my surprise, she fell asleep soon after. She didn’t even both putting her clothes back on. She lay there stark naked, practically spread eagle. When I could hear her breathing heavily, I finally left the closet.

I walked by her bed, staring at my sisters body. The little girl who used to pester me all the time was now the object of my lust. I’d do anything to fuck her brains out right here, right now. I stared at her pussy, still a bit red from her vigorous rubbing.

“Perhaps…just a sniff.” I thought

I slowly walked up to her bed. Her bald pussy was still wet from her juices. I brought my face down to her crotch and took a whiff. That’s all it took to bring my boner back to attention. I needed to see how much I could get away with.

I brought two fingers down and placed them on her pussy lips. I paused mardin escort and waited for any sign of life, but she continued her steady breathing pattern. I began to slowly rub my fingers in circles around her clit and her lips. This was already getting so hot. I released my cock from my boxers and began to slowly beat off. I rubbed my fingers against my lips to taste her sweet juices. I brought my hand back down to her body, this time her breasts. I rubbed around her nipples in circles. I could see that they were starting to stiffen. I started to beat my cock faster. Just then she moved. I panicked and almost let out a quick yell, but all she did was turn to lie on her stomach. I paused for a couple of minutes. Her breathing was still steady, she was still asleep. I got my first great shot of my sister’s ass. I started pumping my cock again.

I noticed her head was very close to the edge of the bed. Her soft lips just begging to have a cock near them. I grabbed my dick and pressed it against her lips. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. There was no way I could fuck her mouth without her realizing it, so I simply rubbed my head around her lips a few times. I pulled away and started to beat even faster. I walked down to her ass and began to caress it with my fingers. I spread her cheeks ever so slightly and looked at her brown hole. It looked soft, but tight. I slowly used one finger and began to rub her asshole. My other hand began to ferociously pump on my cock. As I was getting more and more into it, I managed to start opening her asshole up and letting my finger slide in. At this point, I didn’t care if she woke up.

“Mm…daddy…”

I stopped everything. Was my sister awake? What did she just say? I stopped and listened closely.

“..daddy…don’t stop…mmm”

I couldn’t believe it. While I was fingering her asshole, she started to have a sex dream about my father!

I didn’t know what to do. Thoughts began rushing through my mind. I pictured my father fucking Rachel’s ass. I couldn’t believe it. Was this just another fantasy of mine? I needed to know.

There was nothing I could do now though. I sucked on my finger for a bit, then reinserted it into her ass. I was determined to cum right there. I pumped my cock. I could feel my balls tighten and soon I released a few strings of pearly white cum onto her lower back.

My last orgasm was quite fulfilling. I decided to leave the cum on her back and I decided that there was some questions that needed to be answered, but first…sleep.

To be continued…

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I was the first one in the showers. Mom and Dad joined me. We were washing each other’s backs when Sue and Bobby arrived. We made room for them. I finished lathering up, rinsed myself and stepped out of the shower. I figured I would get things organized for dinner.

Just after I got out of the shower, Sue dropped the soap. She bent over in front of Dad. “Better be careful, Sis, I’m still pretty horny.”

Sue straightened up and grinned, “I’m pretty horny too. I don’t think anyone has gotten their rocks off yet.”

Mom, always practical, said there would be plenty of time to take care of everyone’s concerns after dinner. I handed her a towel as she stepped out of the shower. I dried her back and slipped a hand around her and cupped one of her breasts. She turned her head and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, “None of that until after dinner.”

We busied ourselves with dinner preparations. Dad finished showering and set up the bar. Sue and Bobby completed their showers and helped all of us get dinner on.

After dinner and after everything was cleaned up and put away, we headed for the hot tub. We all slipped into the tub. Sue was sitting between Bobby and Dad. Mom and I were sitting across from them. Dad jokingly commented that we could have collected a lot more firewood if we hadn’t all gotten side tracked.

Then his words trailed off. Mom and I could see that Sue was jacking Dad’s and Bobby’s cocks under the water. Sue said, “I hope we’re still going down that side track. I told you I was still pretty horny while we were showering.” She stopped beating Dad’s and Bobby’s meat and stood up. Sue ran a finger up between her pussy lips then pinched her nipples, before sitting on the edge of the hot tub.

She spread her legs wide, then she spread her labia so Mom and I could see how wet her pink succulent pussy was. Sue slipped two fingers in and began to finger fuck herself. “I’ve got to get off or I’ll go nuts!”

“Speaking of nuts,” I said, “how about a little race?”

“What kind of race? And who’s in it?’ asked Bobby.

“I was wondering how fast Mom and Sue could pop your and Dad’s nuts by using just their mouths.”

Sue stopped fingering her pussy, “Sounds interesting. What’s the prize for the winner?”

“Other than a mouthful of creamy cum, I’ll eat the winner’s pussy until she has an orgasm or two or three.”

“Is there a consolation prize for the runner up?”

“I’ll think of something to reward her for her efforts. Here are the rules. Mouths, tongues and lips only. No hands. Dad and Bobby can’t face fuck. They have to keep their hands on their hips or keep their arms folded. And no fingers up the ass to press their glands.”

“Who are the teams?” Mom asked.

“Rather than wife and husband, I think sister and brother.” “Works for me. How about you, Sue?”

Sue licked her lips, “Works for me too.” Dad and Bobby just grinned.

“Let’s go inside. I want to video tape the action and time the contest with a stopwatch.”

We all got out of the hot tub and dried off. Both Dad and Bobby had the beginnings of a hard-on.

When we got inside, I went to my room and found my stopwatch. Mom had the video camera loaded and ready to go. I asked Dad and Bobby to lean against the back of the sofa. I placed two cushions on the floor in front of them. After moving some other furniture out of the way so I could move around during the filming and checking the lighting, I asked Mom and Sue to get ready.

Both women kneeled in front of their brothers. Dad and Bobby folded their arms across their chests. They were both fully erect in anticipation.

“O.K. Ladies, get ready. You may hold your cock with one hand until you get your lips around it. Then, no hands. No jacking, hand twisting, stroking, or fondling of nut sacs and, especially, no index fingers up the ass!”

Mom and Sue both grasped the erect cock in front of them and held it in front of their mouths. I started the video camera, which was on a cart-mounted tripod.

“Ready! Set! Go! Ladies, suck your cocks!” I started the stopwatch.

I wished I was down there with them on my knees. Maybe later. My own cock was hard and standing erect against my stomach.

Mom slid her mouth down the length of Bobby’s cock shaft. She placed her hands on her legs, just above her knees, to brace herself. She started to rock back and forth.

As her brother’s hard cock slid in and out of her mouth, Bobby kahramanmaraş escort unfolded his arms, placed his hands on the back of the sofa, and leaned back to enjoy the blowjob being administered by his big sister.

Sue, on the other hand, reached around Dad’s hips and gripped the back edge of the sofa with her hands. She slammed her mouth down the length of her brother’s cock. Dad grunted and Sue gagged, slightly, as she swallowed his cock and banged her nose into his pelvic bone.

She backed off a bit as she used her arms to push and pull her upper body, and her mouth, up and down her brother’s rigid cock. Sue had her lips clamped tight around Dad’s cock shaft as she masturbated him with her mouth.

Mom and Bobby continued at a pace that seemed almost leisurely as Sue’s mouth pistoned up and down Dad’s cock. Dad said, “Get ready, Sis. Here I cum!”

Sue opened her eyes wide as she gulped down Dad’s first cum wad. She opened her mouth as Dad shot another gob onto her tongue. The next wad hit on her chin. The following wads hit her neck and chest.

The stopwatch recorded four minutes and thirty-seven seconds from first suck to cumming.

One gob landed on her left tit. It ran down across her areola and hard nipple and dripped onto her thigh. I followed that gob’s journey with the video. That little trip is one of the most erotic scenes that I’ve ever photographed or caught on video.

Mom heard Dad’s remark. She stopped sucking off Bobby and watched Sue receive her creamy prize. I don’t believe Mom was serious about winning the race.

After Dad blew most of his load, she winked at me, sucked Bobby’s nuts into her mouth for a moment, then ran her tongue along the underside of his cock from his balls to the crown in one wet lavicious lick.

Mom shifted her position so she was more comfortable. She moved so she was up on one knee and one foot. She looked at me, and the camera, as she slipped two fingers into her shaven pussy. Then she opened her mouth, slipped her tongue under the head of Bobby’s cock and swallowed it until her chin was pressed against his ball sac.

Sue was lying on her back. She was pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Her legs were widely spread. “Eat my cunt, Bud. Give me my prize. Eat me!”

Her blowjob efforts had really turned her on. Her pussy was wet and her juices had run down the inside of her thighs. The cushion, which she had been kneeling on as she blew her brother, had a wet spot.

“Come on, Bud, eat my wet cunt!” Sue was now spreading her smooth bare pussy lips with her fingers and rubbing her hands over her pussy.

I looked at Dad. He was looking at Mom and Bobby, who were deep into a slow, sensuous blowjob. He cock was semi-hard and there was a drop of cum on the tip.

I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward and licked off the cum drop, then slid my mouth over his cockhead and down his shaft. Dad put his hand on the back of my head as he pumped his hips a couple of times and pushed his cock into my throat.

Sue moaned, “Eat me! You can suck him off later! Eat me now! You promised!”

And so I had. But first, I French kissed Sue, then sucked her hard left nipple. I licked her thigh and cleaned up that erotic cum drop.

I ran my tongue from her thigh, back across her belly, then down to her wet juicy cunt. She held her pussy lips open as I ran my tongue into her slit. I pushed my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could.

“Eat me! Oh! Yes! Eat me!”

It didn’t take long to get Sue off. I fastened my lips around her clit and as I sucked and tickled her with my tongue, I found her G spot with my index finger. She exploded as she arched her back and pushed her pussy against my face. She moaned, groaned and cussed as she got her rocks off.

I looked up as Bobby groaned and Mom gasped. She pulled his cock out of her mouth as Bobby blew his load. Mom had a hand wrapped around his cock. She rubbed it against her face as his cum flowed up through her fingers as she spread it on her eyelids, lips and cheeks.

As Sue flopped back on the carpet, I crawled over to Mom and Bobby. I licked some of his cum off Mom’s face. Then I sucked his cock into my mouth and sucked out and swallowed the last of his cum.

I returned to kissing and cleaning Mom’s face. “I want to fuck you,” I told her. She put her arms around my shoulders. “Yes, let’s fuck.”

I helped her to kastamonu escort her feet. I turned her so she faced the sofa back. Mom bent over and leaned forward over the back of the sofa. I stood behind her and ran my cockhead up and down her slit and around her ass.

She reached back, grasped my cock and said, “Fuck me!”

I lined my cock up and pushed it into her warm welcoming pussy. As I stroked away, I felt hair brush the inside of my thighs. I looked down. Sue had slid between my legs. She was sitting on her butt.

She was in a position that, when she tilted her head back, she could lick Mom’s pussy and, if I pulled my cock out, she could pull it down to lick and suck it.

I was enjoying the fuck and suck when I felt hands on my shoulders and a cock between my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see Bobby. Sue alternated between Mom’s pussy, my cock and Bobby’s cock.

Dad must have handed her some lube, because I felt Bobby’s greased cock slide up between my thighs and ass cheeks, just before Sue guided it up to my pucker and Bobby pushed it into my ass.

All of a sudden I was a fucker and a suckee and fuckee.

Sue must have either squeezed Bobby’s nuts or shoved a finger up his ass, because I felt his cock twitch and jerk as he blew a load into my ass. Sue tugged my nut sac and I blew my load into Mom’s pussy.

The evening ended after Sue and Dad cleaned my load out of Mom and Bobby licked my cock clean.

After cleaning up, I crashed. I slept late. I think the silence in the house awakened me. I got up, showered and shaved and went looking for everyone else.

They were all seated around the shaded patio table reading the newspapers. I found a carton of yogurt, fixed some toast, poured myself a cup of coffee and joined them.

“Morning, Bud.”

“Good morning.” I sat down and began to eat my breakfast. They continued to read the papers until Sue asked, “What was my time in the suck off?”

“Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds.”

“Not a record, I’m sure. But, my personal best at this moment. I know I can do better.”

Dad said, “Take it easy on whomever you train with. I thought you were going to skin my dick with your teeth.”

“Oh, come on! I was careful to just use my lips.”

“Well, just be careful, you could hurt yourself or your partner. But, enough of that. We better get with it if we are going to haul in any firewood before it gets too hot.”

Mom said she had a lot of chores to do around the cabin. Sue said she would help Mom, unless we could use an extra pair of hands.

Dad said he, Bobby and I could handle it.

The next question was what should we wear. Bobby said, ” I think hats, sandals, gloves, and lots of sunscreen should do it.

We cleaned up the papers and got ready. The first thing to do was to liberally apply sunscreen. Mom did Dad’s back. I spread a heavy coat on Bobby’s back. And Sue did my back.

I was rubbing sunscreen on my chest when Sue moved around in front of me. She squeezed a large amount of lotion into her hands. She gripped my cock and balls with both of her hands as she applied the sunscreen.

“You’re getting stubbly. You need to touch up your smooth look.”

“I’ll do that tonight.”

“I’ll help.” Sue gave my cock and balls a final rub and squeeze.

We filled water jugs and loaded them on the one-wheeled game cart. We found some rope to tie on the firewood after it was loaded onto the cart. We had a final cup of coffee, while the sunscreen completely soaked in.

We headed up the trail. We decided to start with the woodpiles that were furthest from the cabin. Once we got the cart loaded, Bobby and I took it back to the cabin. Dad stayed behind and moved some of the wood closer to the trail.

Bobby and Dad took the next load back. I hauled a bunch of wood to the trail for the third trip. We loaded the cart again and the three of us moved it down the trail. After we got to the cabin and got the cart unloaded, we used the outdoor shower to wash off the sweat and dirt.

It was lunchtime, but before eating we applied sunscreen again. Sue gave my cock and balls a thorough application again. We ate a quick lunch and returned to our work.

Dad and I hauled the fourth cartload to the cabin. When we got back to Bobby, he was laying spread eagled on his back on the ground. “Jeez, I like being naked and in the sun!” He might have kayseri escort been jerking off because his cock was semi-hard.

“Let’s go, we only have a couple of more loads to go.”

Bobby and I hauled the fifth load to the cabin woodpile. The last load was near the grove. After we got the cart loaded, we pushed it to the grove. Dad suggested taking a break.

We were drinking water when Bobby ran across the grass to the far side of the grove. He turned and ran back towards us. He jumped and spun around and shouted how he liked being naked out of doors.

His sweaty body glistened in the sun. Dad and I watched him as he moved back towards us. His cock and low hanging balls were swinging, bouncing and swaying as he jumped and spun about.

He stopped in front of us, then he put his arms around Dad and me and pulled us against himself. The three of us hugged together is a sweaty huddle.

Dad said, “How would you like to have me swing my sweaty cock up your sweaty ass?”

Bobby bent down, lifted Dad’s cock, and slipped it into his mouth. He looked up. “It’s not sweaty any more and does that answer you question?”

“Mount the log.”

Bobby walked over to the log at the edge of the grove. He leaned forward and draped himself over the log. Dad spread Bobby’s legs wide so his ass was exposed. Then Dad surprised me. He pulled Bobby’s cock and balls down, then he got on his knees and ran his tongue across Bobby’s balls and up his ass crack. Dad rimmed Bobby’s asshole with his tongue and left a big wad of spit there.

As Dad stood up, he turned to me, “Suck up my cock.” I leaned into his crotch and opened my mouth to swallow his cock. I gave him several deep sucks as his cock instantly hardened. I left a good coating of saliva as I stood back up and Dad placed his cockhead against Bobby’s tight asshole.

As Dad pushed his cock into Bobby, I moved around in front of Bobby. I held my cock in front of his face. “Have some more salt meat.” Bobby opened his mouth and I slipped my cock down his throat. Dad was slowly stroking his cock in and out of Bobby’s ass. I moved my hips and fucked Bobby’s face in unison with Dad.

After a few minutes, Dad stopped. He looked at me, “Your turn.” He pulled his cock out of Bobby’s ass and waited for us to change positions. I moved around into Bobby’s place and draped myself over the log.

Bobby moved around to where I had been standing on the other side of the log. He held his cock in front of my face. I opened my mouth so he could slip his sweaty, salty cock down my throat. It tasted great!

Dad pushed his cock up my ass. It felt great! I relaxed and went limp as my face and ass were fucked with vigor. Bobby backed out of my mouth as Dad buried his cock balls deep in my ass before unloading a large load into my guts.

Dad’s hard-on wilted and his cock dropped out of my asshole. Bobby still had a hard-on and my cock was stiff. I spit in my hand and lubed my cock with spit. I turned to Dad. “Your turn.”

Dad lay over the log. Bobby immediately presented his cock to Dad and Dad sucked it deep down his throat. I spit in my hand again, lubed my cock with it and pushed my cockhead into Dad’s ass.

Bobby was fucking Dad’s face and I was fucking his tight ass. It didn’t take me long to get set to blow my load. I unloaded in Dad’s ass as I felt his cum leaking out of my ass and running down my legs.

As I blew cum up Dad’s ass, Bobby lost it and creamed Dad’s face. Dad stood up as we both pulled out of him. We stood around for a moment, then moved over to the cart and hauled the last load of wood to the cabin.

It was quiet when we got to the cabin. We didn’t unload the cart. Instead we went looking for Mom and Sue. We found them in the bedroom. Mom and Sue were sharing the opposite ends of a double dong. They were lying quietly and rubbing their cunts and tits.

I leaned over Mom, moved her hand and slipped my lips over her clit. Bobby did the same to Sue. They looked up at us. Mom noticed the cum on Dad’s face. She propped herself up on her elbow.

Sue ran her hand up my leg. She felt Dad’s cum which had leaked out of my asshole. “I didn’t hear any howling.”

“It’s pretty hard to howl when your mouth is stuffed with a hard piece of salt meat.”

We cleaned up together in the showers. Sue helped me remove my stubble and restore my smooth look.

Everyone seemed tired. As we ate dinner, the talk was desultory and the only reference to anything sexual was when Sue, who almost seemed to be talking to herself, mentioned that she wondered what it would be like to be the recipient of a golden shower.

We retired to the hot tub. Stiff back, leg and shoulder muscles and limp dick muscles seemed to dictate an early bedtime for all of us.

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Author’s Note: In answer to the requests I have had both on the public comments board and privately through feedback, this story is an adjunct to the “Fun For All the Family” series and in which I have introduced, as requested, the families of Mark and Paul. I hope this will be the start of a series, too, but shall see how things go. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this first story featuring the sons of Mark and the daughter of Paul.

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Julie steered the car down the lane, her daughter Jenna next to her and her brothers Mark and Paul in the back.

“Which one of you boys wants dropping off first?” Julie asked, as she slowed the car down to a snail’s pace.

“Drop us both off at mine,” replied Mark, “Paul’s gonna pop in for awhile. What about you and Jenna?”

“Oh yeah, mom,” said Jenna, “we haven’t seen Michael and Robert for a long time,” she went on, referring to Mark’s two horny adult sons who were twins and only a year or so younger than Jenna.

“Nor Janine, neither,” said Paul, referring to his daughter. “She’ll be here, too, she didn’t want to spend the evening at home alone when she could come round here and get some good fucks from her cousins.”

“Go on, mom,” urged Jenna, “I could do with getting fucked by my cousins, too.”

“I don’t think so,” replied Julie, as she stopped the car outside Mark’s house. “David, Mark and Shirley will wonder where we’ve got to.”

“I shouldn’t worry about that,” said Mark, “David’s probably too involved in a threesome with Jack and Shirley as we speak to worry.”

“What about your wives?” asked Julie.

“They won’t be home yet,” said Mark, “once they go out for the night, it’ll be dawn before they get in. Anyway, I wish you’d all make your peace, why are you so down on each other?”

“I’m not down on them,” said Julie, “I just get the impression they don’t like me very much, knowing what we sometimes do together. Jealousy, I suppose.”

“On whose part?” asked Mark.

“It’s no more or less what we get up to with our lot,” said Paul, not giving his sister a chance to reply to his brother’s remark. “I bet my nephews are inside now, just a few feet away from us, having a good time with my daughter at this very minute, just like your husband is probably right now fucking his mother.”

“Or father,” laughed Mark.

“Please, mom,” said Jenna. “Michael and Robert really know how to fuck and Janine is as big a slut as I am, we could have a lot more fun tonight.”

“Well,” said Julie in the kind of voice that meant she was prepared to give way, “I ought to phone your father first,” she continued, reaching in her bag for her mobile. “He and his mom and dad won’t mind if we have some fun with you but I think it’s fair to let them know we’ll be a bit late. Don’t want them worrying we might have had an accident.”

“Great, mom,” said Jenna, “I knew the thought of some more hot sex would get the better of you.” She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her uncles. “I think you spoke a bit too soon, uncle Paul,” she giggled, “when you said that fuck you gave me back home might be the last for some time.”

“Yeah,” said Mark, “but I think I’m next in the queue, don’t you, you little vixen!”

“Greedy, aren’t you, uncle Mark?” said Jenna, “you’ve already given my pussy a good going over once this evening.”

“Yeah, and it was beautiful to watch,” said Julie, beaming at her daughter.

“Do I have to have an excuse to fuck my gorgeous slut of a niece’s lovely tight oussy again, then?” said Mark, grinning at his sister’s offspring.

“‘course not,” said Jenna, “and maybe those hunky sons of yours will give me a good shag, too.”

“I’m sure they will,” said Mark, as images of his sons’ big pricks, balls and asses appeared in his mind’s eyes and memories of the many times he’d been incestuously fucked by them himself came back to him. Both Michael and Robert had taken after their father in the cock sakes, having two impressive schlongs that many a male porn actor would die for, and they both knew how to use them, whether in their male relatives’ asses or their ladyfolk’s cunts.

Mark, Paul and Jenna climbed out of the car, leaving Julie behind to make her phone call. When she joined them at the door, Mark turned a quizzical eye in her direction.

“Everything OK?” he asked, inserting his doorkey in the lock.

“Yes,” replied Julie, “Shirley answered. David’s rewarding Jack at the moment, fucking his dad up the ass, she said to us to enjoy ourselves as much as they are.”

“There you are, then,” said Paul. “But hold on a minute,” he added, as Mark stepped across the threshold, “let’s surprise the others. Why don’t you and Jenna hold back a moment?”

Paul followed his brother into the house and, as Paul had predicted, the grunts and groans of pleasure were clearly audible as soon as they stepped into the hall. The door to the lounge was ajar and the brothers had a clear view of their naked adult offspring enjoying a very kuşadası escort hot threesome. Janine, Paul’s daughter, was on her hands and knees while her cousins Michael and Robert, Mark’s sons, were standing in front of her with their hard throbbing cocks in their hands, their cousin treating them to alternate blowjobs. From their vantage point in the hall, Mark and Paul had a good view of the action and of Michael and Robert’s bare clenching asses.

The hot scene was so intense that Mark and Paul almost forgot that Julie and Jenna were waiting outside as they feasted their eyes on the incestuous shenanighans. “We’re still here, boys,” Julie whispered as Mark and Paul started to rub the bulges that were tenting out their pants and which had appeared as if by magic.

“Well,” said Mark, “what have we got here?”

Michael and Robert spun their heads over their shoulders and smiled at their father and uncle. “Hi dad, hi uncle Paul,” they both chorused, “glad you could join us.”

“Yeah, hi dad, hi uncle Mark,” said Janine, “did you have a good time at aunt Julie’s?”

“Sure fucking did,” said Paul, rubbing the now formidable bulge in his pants.

“Yeah,” said Mark, doing likewise, “so good in fact that we’ve got a little surprise for you.” He turned his head back to the door and signalled to his sister and niece to step forward. Julie and Jenna, who had started to think they would never be asked, advanced into the hall and stood next to Mark and Paul in the doorway to the lounge, smiling and their eyes widening at the sight of the three young naked bodies which greeted them.

“Hi everyone,” said Jenna, “bet you didn’t expect to see us, eh?”

“Fuck no,” said Michael, hurrying over to the cluster of people in the doorway, Robert following closely behind, their hard cocks leading the way and feeling no guilt nor embarrassment in their nudity. “What a surprise!”

Michael folded himself into Jenna’s arms and kissed his other cousin hard on the lips while Robert did the same with his aunt Julie. Janine wasn’t going to be left out and, scrambling to her feet, hurried over and wrapped herself into her father’s arms, likewise feeling no shame in her full frontal nudity.

Paul kissed his daughter on the lips, then Janine turned and kissed her uncle Mark in the same unproprietous way. Michael and Robert had swapped places and Michael was now snogging Julie while Robert returned the compliment on Jenna. Janine dropped to her knees in front of her father and uncle and gazed lovingly at the bulges in their pants as Mark and Paul started unbuckling their belts. She reached out with her hands first to her father and started fumbling with his fly and then did the same with Mark. As the brothers’ big cocks and their shining balls were released from the constraints of their pants, Janine gasped as if she had never seen them before.

Across the room, Jenna and Julie had likewise dropped to their knees and had started to suck hard on Michael and Robert’s cocks respectively. Mark smiled as he watched his sons getting blowjobbed by his sister and niece and then turned his attention to the view immediately below him as Janine took her father’s cock into her hot little mouth.

Mark stood back and removed his clothes and went over to stand next to his sons so that Julie and Jenna now had three hard pricks standing erect and proud in front of them as the men formed a semi-circle. As Janine sucked long and hard on his fat rod, Paul divested himself of his shirt and dropped his pants and shorts where they languished around his ankles. He kicked off his boots and removed his socks so that he too was now completely naked, leaving only Julie and Jenna still dressed.

But not for long. As Mark and his sons stood wanking in front of them, Julie glanced at her daughter and smiled at her. “I think we ought to get undressed too, don’t you sweetheart?” said Julie, “I’m starting to feel quite overdressed.”

It took only a moment or two for Jenna and her mother to get rid of their clothes and then all the relatives from the two branches of the family gathered round naked together to enjoy a perverted family orgy.

Ten miles away, David was soaking up the euphoria of the threesome he had enjoyed, indeed was still enjoying, with Shirley and Jack, feeling immensely proud at having fucked both his parents that evening. Shirley had told him and her husband what Jenna and Julie were up to and that had spurred David on to fuck his parents even harder. David was so lost in his love for Jack and Shirley that he didn’t even question how it happened that Julie and Jenna had stayed over after taking Mark and Paul home, knowing the situation with their wives, as he shot another big load in his mother’s cunt to a loud round of applause from his father …

2.

Janine lay back on the sofa and lifted her legs in the air as her father Paul dropped down in front of her, her gaping pussy in his direct line of vision just an inch kocaeli escort or so away from his face. Janine was the whole world to him, he was so proud of his beautiful daughter and how she had inherited the family’s intense love of sex. Her pussy was beautifully trim and Paul remembered the first time he had gazed upon it, when it had been unsullied and untouched by anyone other than herself, and he had first kissed and licked it before taking her virginity. Paul had sucked, licked and fucked Janine many times since then but he never tired of it and neither did Janine.

“Lick my pussy, dad,” Janine pleaded as she spread her labia with her hands, “I’m so fucking horny and I really need to feel your nice hot tongue working its way round my clit.”

The other members of the family gathered round to watch as Paul placed his head in Janine’s hot steaming muff and breathed in the heady aroma as his daughter’s love box grew moister by the second. Mark and his sons Michael and Robert were wanking furiously as they watched Paul stick out his tongue and begin to run it up and down the long sweet groove of his daughter’s cunt. Paul simply adored licking Janine and his talented tongue soon located her swollen clit that was sticking out in true pornographic style through the folds of her pussy skin.

“That’s it, uncle Paul,” Robert said, “lick her cunt nice and hard.”

“Yeah,” said Jenna, fingering herself as she watched, “my pussy needs some attention, too. Which one of you horny hunks wants to do me the privelege?”

Michael didn’t wait for his father or brother to reply, he quickly moved in and, taking Jenna by the shoulders, placed her on her back on the sofa alongside Janine. Then he knelt down next to his uncle Paul, who was still hungrily lapping away at Janine’s love box, and stuck out his tongue to treat the cousin he hadn’t seen in months to some nice hot incestuous cunnilingus. Indeed, it was such a long time since Michael had seen Jenna that he felt as if he was licking her for the first time and he was determined to show her just how much he had perfected his cunt-licking skills.

“Ooh, Michael,” Jenna squealed, “you are so much better at this than last time.”

“He’s been practising on Janine,” Mark answered, his pride overwhelming him as he watched his son licking his niece. Julie was starting to feel a bit left out of the action and was determined to put that to rights as she moved over to Mark and Robert and dropped down in front of the father and son pricks.

“Let me see you kiss while I suck you off,” said Julie, now well into her stride and only too pleased that she had allowed herself to be persuaded to come in for what passed as a nightcap in this particular family. As Mark and Robert began an incestuous gay snog, Julie engulfed Robert’s cock in her mouth while Mark, still in the throes of kissing his son, began to touch him up the ass.

“Wow!” said Janine, inbetween writhing and squirming to the continued onslaught of her father’s tongue, “look at uncle Mark and Robert going gay with each other.”

Paul looked round and smiled at his brother and nephew and also his sister who still had her mouth wrapped around Mark’s prick. Michael, too, momentarily suspended his licking of Jenna’s cunt to turn his head to smile at his father and brother.

“Go for it,” he said, “this is a fantastic family gangbang. Wonder what mom would say if she could see us?”

“Let’s not worry about that, lad,” Paul said to his nephew as the two of them went back to licking out Janine and Jenna respectively, “this is too much fun to think of things like that.”

After alternating between Mark and Robert’s pricks, Julie rested back on her haunches and smiled up at her brother and nephew. “I want to lick both your asses,” she said, “and I want you to carry on kissing while I do so.”

Mark and Robert exchanged bemused glances as they turned their backs on Julie to show her their naked father and son buttocks. “Spread your cheeks, boys,” Julie said and Mark and Robert eagerly complied, both leaning forward and clasping their buns with their hands and exposing their assholes to Julie’s eager ass-besotted eyes, their heads turned towards each other to carry on snogging as they waited for their bumholes to be rimmed.

“Oh yeah,” Julie said, having not had the pleasure of Robert’s anal canal for months, “your bottoms are so beautiful.” She reached out and ran her warm hands over the two sets of male ass cheeks, her left hand exploring her brother’s and her right her nephew’s while Mark and Robert continued exploring each other’s mouths with their hot incestuous tongues. Julie’s gaze lingered on the two firm rumps for several moments until she could sense the men getting impatient, then she quickly opened her mouth and fired her long wet tongue like an arrow deep into the gash between Robert’s buns.

Robert gasped as his aunt began the rim job with the expertise of the real ass fetishist. “Yeah,” said Mark, breaking konya escort the kiss with Robert and looking down to watch his sister’s tongue working its way along the long crack of his son’s backside, “lick my boy’s ass.”

“Oh yeah, aunt Julie,” said Robert, lasciviously, “your hot tongue feels so great in my ass.”

Across the way, Janine and Jenna had been thoroughly enjoying having their pussies licked by Paul and Michael but the grunts coming from the other side of the room were impossible for any of them to ignore. Like the mind readers they were, Paul and Michael withdrew their tongues from the now sodden twats and hauled the young ladies to their feet.

“Let’s go and watch the rimming,” said Paul, taking Janine by the hand and leading her across the room to where Julie was alternately licking Robert and Mark’s assholes. Jenna moved in close as well to get a better look as Julie once again went back to rimming Robert. Michael started to walk over to where the rimming was taking place, too, but was waylaid by his father on the way.

“I think its high time one of my sons got a nice hot paternal blowjob,” Mark said, dropping to his knees in front of Michael.

“Yeah, go on, uncle Mark,” said Jenna, “let’s see you suck Michael’s cock.”

Mark and Michael didn’t need any encouragement, they were family perverts of the highest order and as Michael slid his thick rod into his father’s mouth, Jenna, Janine, Robert and Paul began to wish they had eyes in other parts of their bodies as well, instead of having to dart them back and forth between the two sets of scintillating hardcore action …

3.

Paul stood in front of his daughter and niece as Janine began to suck on his stiff pole while Jenna went down on his balls. Julie needed to come up for air and rested back on her haunches as she removed her tongue from Robert’s asshole. Robert moved over to stand next to his brother so that Mark now had the two rock hard appendages of both his sons staring him in the face.

“Suck Robert, dad,” Michael said, pulling his cock out of Mark’s mouth, since there was no competition between the family members and, even though he had been enjoying his father’s administrations, Michael didn’t think it fair to hog him to himself. Julie started to finger her fanny as she watched her brother in action with her nephews while, on the other side of her, her other brother was still enjoying the oral attentions of her daughter and niece.

“This is what you call a gangbang,” Julie mused to herself. A momentary feeling of guilt that David, Shirley and Jack were not with them came and went very quickly when she thought of the threesome her husband was undoubtedly still enjoying back home with his parents. But, she pondered secretly, how wonderful it would be if she could get them all together for the biggest taboo orgy ever. Quietly to herself, Julie resolved that she would try to see her idea come to fruition.

“You ladies are fucking fantastic,” said Paul, his genitalia now almost completely vanished from view with his cock in his daughter’s mouth and his balls in his niece’s. “What you doing sitting over there, Julie? Come and lick my ass like you did Mark and Robert.”

“The three J’s” said Michael, masturbating in front of his father and brother, Robert still being deep-throated by Mark, “that’s what we’ll have to call you girls from now on.”

“Yeah,” said Robert, glancing over his shoulder as Julie shifted herself until she was kneeling behind Paul with his bum in her face, “funny you should all have names that begin with J.”

Paul was in a complete and utter world of his own now as he received the amorous attentions of all three lady family members. Julie’s tongue, fresh from swiping Mark and Robert’s assholes, now made its snake-like way along the gash between Paul’s buns and Paul knew he wouldn’t be able to refrain from shooting his load for much longer.

The sight of Julie licking Paul’s ass was a real turn-on for Mark. He let Robert’s cock slide out of his mouth and signalled with his eyes for his sons to turn round. Michael so far had not had a tongue up his ass that evening but he knew that that was about to be rectified in the next few seconds.

Michael and Robert were both true incestous male sex sluts, ever since they had been eligible to take part in the family orgies from their eighteenth birthdays onwards. Now fully experienced in just about every aspect of sex, they knew what their father wanted and didn’t need to be told by him to bend over, they simply leaned their bodies forward and spread their cheeks so that Mark now had the two twitching assholes of both his sons gaping wide open in front of him.

“Lick Michael’s ass first, dad,” said Robert, glancing over his shoulder as he pulled his buns as far apart as nature would allow them to go, “mine’s had a good long lick from aunt Julie.”

Michael too spread his cheeks as far as they would go and pushed his ass back into his father’s face. Mark didn’t waste a second as he sent out his tongue for a long hard lick of Michael’s sweaty fuck hole. The scent and taste of his son’s ass was intoxiicating in the extreme, the ladies watching the father and son rimming out the corners of their eyes as they continued their hungry consumption of Paul.

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Pt. 6 – Wednesday Morning

A soft click woke me from a deep sleep. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was around 4:30. In the faint light I could see the bedroom door opening. Beth was still cuddled into my side, so it wasn’t her coming back to bed.

“Hello?” I whispered softly as I saw the outline of someone entering the room.

“It’s Denise.” She said quietly as she stepped over to the bed. “I couldn’t sleep and felt the need to talk to someone. I…, I mean, fuck, I don’t know what I mean. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come down.” Denise turned to leave the room; before she could leave Beth spoke up.

“It’s okay honey. Why don’t you come lay down with us?” Beth asked her. I could see Denise hesitate and Beth reached out and grabbed Denise by the hand. “It’s okay. Please, get in bed, between us.” Denise’s shoulders sagged a little and I could see her head nodding. She turned back towards the bed and Beth sat up to let her slide behind her and then between us. We all settled back down and Beth and I cuddled into Denise, hugging her close. Denise was wearing a light tank top and a pair of shorts, making me very aware of the fact that Beth and I were still nude.

We lay like that for 10-15 minutes without saying a word. Eventually Denise started to cry and we just held her tighter, letting her get it out of her system. Finally the sobs stopped and she turned to first kiss Beth and then me.

“Thanks,” was all she said. We cuddled for a few more minutes before Denise continued.

“Beth, I’m so sorry. I crossed a line with Josh, and I could see it as soon as we came into the cottage. I could see the jealousy and anger on your face, likely the same way you could see the envy and desire on mine. I’m not trying to take Josh from you, he’s made it quite clear that you are and will always be his first love, that nothing or no one could change that. I just got so caught up in the moment, it was just so intense, it shook me right to my core, scared me in fact when I felt it. I just couldn’t help but let it out, to tell him that I loved him, that I was in love with him. I just…” Denise’s voice caught as she tried to continue, both of us instinctively squeezed her tighter. I shared a look with Beth and she nodded.

“It’s okay honey, Josh already told me everything. Including the fact that he also told you that he loved you and that we’d try to find a way to make things work. I’m still processing that myself and I’m not yet sure how things will fall out. For now all you need to know is that we both love you very much and that I’ll do my best not to be jealous or angry with you, or with Josh.” Beth leaned over and gave Denise a very deep kiss; I could see tears coming from Denise’s eyes as they kissed.

“Oh thank god! I was all prepared to come in and tell you that I’d leave Josh alone, that I’d step aside to avoid doing anything to hurt you. Then when I came into the room, saw the two of you cuddled together, I was heartbroken. Thinking there was no way Josh could love me like that, that I didn’t deserve that sort of love, I tried to speak and chickened out. I so glad you stopped me before I left.” We hugged her tight and both placed little kisses on her shoulders and neck.

“My love,” I said, “what would ever give you the idea that you don’t deserve to be loved fully and completely, the way I love Beth? Does this all relate to whatever happened before, the love you thought you had found?” Denise just nodded slightly.

“My dear Denise, I think it’s time you told us all about it. If there is any chance of this being able to work out, we need to understand. I know it’s hard; you have to trust us though. Please?” Denise looked at me and I gave her a quick kiss, she looked at Beth who nodded and kissed her as well.

“Ok, I haven’t talked about it much. The girls know, of course, but Mom and Dad only know part of the story. God, over two years later and it still shames me to think about it. I still don’t understand how I ended up where I did. I guess I should just start at the beginning though.” Denise paused for a second and both Beth and I gave have a reassuring kiss and squeeze.

“Take you time honey, it’s your story, tell it however you need to.” Beth said. Have I mentioned just how much I love her? What a woman!

“Thanks. It started in second year of university.” Beth looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I nodded and rolled my eyes slightly. During Denise’s second year of university Beth kept trying to tell me something was wrong with Denise but could never quite figure out what. She had her suspicions, but could never get anything from Denise. I kept telling her that she was reading too much into things. As usual, it turns out Beth was right.

“Although I suspect that you already knew something was up then, didn’t you Beth?” Beth just nodded, not wanting to interrupt. “I figured. Anyway, early in second year I met Mark. He was third year pre-med. Very smart, very cute, very funny, basically everything a girl would want in hatay escort a boyfriend. We met at some Saturday night campus party and hit it off right away. He was so charming, so sweet, I admit I fell for him hard and fast. After the party he walked me back to my dorm, if he had asked or hinted, I probably would have given into my desire and slept with him that night.”

“He didn’t ask or push though. He kissed me good night, a proper first date kind of kiss, and said he’d call me the next day, so we could get together again. He reminded me a lot of Josh actually, right down to the same dorky sense of humor that you just can’t help but laugh at.” I was about to protest when I felt Beth squeeze my hand, and realized, now was not the time. This was about Denise, not me, so I held my tongue.

“Anyway, I was so worked up that I masturbated that night, thinking about Mark ravishing me. I had quite the orgasm, let me tell you. When I got up the next morning some anxiety had settled in. I started thinking, what sort of guy wouldn’t try to take things a little further? Did he not really like me? Was the ‘I’ll call tomorrow’ bit just a line? Probably the same thing every girl thinks after meeting a guy like that. I had myself quite worked up and it wasn’t even 10 in the morning yet. Much to my surprise and delight, Mark called at 10:05. How sad is that, I still remember exactly when he called.”

“He said he couldn’t wait any longer to call and we agreed to go out for coffee. We met at the one of the coffee shops on campus at 11. We chatted until 3 in the afternoon. I mean, you find someone that you connect with that easily, that you can talk to that easily, how do you not fall in love? I was in young girl heaven. That night the dreams of our future life ran through my head, graduating, getting married, kids, him being a successful surgeon, me happily teaching. You try not to get ahead of yourself, but when you think you’ve found prince charming, you just go into fairytale mode.”

“Anyway, we didn’t see each other again until Tuesday night as he had a test that day he needed to study for. We went out for a supper that night, nothing fancy with us being students and all. He had suggested a movie and I suggested something else entirely. We had sex for the first time that night. I won’t lie, it was fantastic. Of course I was so worked up about things that I probably would have thought it was the best sex ever if he only lasted 30 seconds. Mind you, it’s not like I had a lot to compare it too but he wasn’t my first.”

“Things progressed from there. I was in fairytale heaven, the full set of blinders on. Things started subtly at first, little digs here and there about how often I talked with my parents or the girls. The odd comment about something I was wearing or my hair or whatever. Once or twice I commented on it and he just said he was teasing nothing more. You know the way our family is, always with the little jabs and comments; I let myself believe it was like that. Inside though I knew it didn’t feel the same way that it did with the family.”

“By the time we had been dating for 3 months I was probably only talking to Mom and Dad once a week, same with Melanie. Katie had started MUN in the fall and after seeing her almost every day, I was seeing her maybe twice a week. I started to dress a little differently, wore my hair differently, all sorts of sub-conscious little changes. The others knew something was up but I wasn’t having any of it, which of course just reinforced the desire to pull back further. Of course the further I pulled back from the family, the more I started to rely on Mark.”

“It wasn’t long after that when Mark suggested we try something different. He invited a friend of his over, John. I was uncertain, however, at that point I pretty much couldn’t say no to him. I had meet John before and he honestly seemed like a nice guy. That night I ended up fucking both of them. I would suck one while the other fucked me and then they’d switch. I swallowed a load from each of them and took another in my pussy. At the time I actually got into it and enjoyed the sex. I had three or four orgasms.”

“After it was all done, John left. The other times we’d had sex Mark usually stayed the night with me. That night though he claimed he had to do some late night studying and should probably go back to his place. Once he left I suddenly felt dirty and used. I cried myself to sleep that night. It was after that when I finally noticed the change.”

“Mark didn’t call the next day, I was devastated. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. He called the day after and apologized, saying he was so busy with study he lost all track of time. I didn’t really believe it but I was so desperate that I deluded myself. Over the next few weeks Mark became more distant and cold, he started throwing out jabs about me fucking john, that sort of thing. I didn’t even have the courage at that point to defend myself. We continued on that way for a couple ığdır escort of months.”

“Sex with Mark, which I loved at first, became rougher and less satisfying for me. It was as if he was angry at me and was taking it out as he fucked me. I say fucked me because at that point he wasn’t making love to me. Of course until yesterday I didn’t really know what it meant to make love to someone. Josh showed me what it really meant.” Denise squeezed my leg and turned to kiss me. I felt Beth give Denise a reassuring squeeze as well.

“The angrier he got the more I wanted to please him, which it turn just seemed to make him angrier. I was so confused, lost really. I didn’t feel I could tell the girls or parents about it. I became acutely aware of how I had slowly cut them out of my life except for the briefest of contact. Anyway, one day, maybe 3 months after our threesome, I ran into John while I was picking up some groceries. We chatted for a minute or so, fuck, he treated me with more respect at that point than Mark did.”

“Not long after I got back to my room, there was a knock. When I opened the door Mark came barging in. He started yelling at me, going on about me disrespecting him, that I was a slut and screwing around on him. He grabbed my arm and shook me, saying that he saw me with John. I tried to explain and begged him to believe me. I told him the only time I screwed another guy was when he brought John over. That I would never cheat on him, that I loved him. He wasn’t hearing it though. I asked him what I could do to prove it to him.”

“He pushed me over to the bed and came over to stand over me. He pulled his pants down, his cock was hard and pointed right at my face. He told me to suck it and I did.” Denise paused for a minute, clearly upset at reliving the memory. “I never really got a chance to suck him though. After a few seconds he grabbed my head and fucked my face. Shoving his cock down my throat, choking me, I thought I was going to pass out because I couldn’t breathe. He’d pull my head back and fuck me a few times before shoving all the way down my throat again.”

“Finally after what seemed an eternity he came while shoved down my throat. When he was done, he pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. He warned me that I better behave myself from now on. With that he left. I broke down as soon as the door closed, I cried until early in the morning. The next day I was a mess, I didn’t sleep, had cried most of the night, so when he came over just after lunch I was hardly thinking straight.”

“He apologized for what happened the night before, how I had to forgive him, it was the pressure of school, it was that he loved me so much he was terrified of losing me, etc. etc. I was so fucked up at that point that of course I believed him and forgave him. He promised never to do it again. After that we made love, it seemed more like it had earlier in the relationship. I let myself think it was all better. I was a fucking idiot.”

“We continued on for another month or so that way. Looking back I realized he had become even more controlling and I had become even more deluded. It finally changed one night, I finally came back to my senses. I was at Mark’s place, just hanging out, when a few of his friends came over, including John. The guys started drinking, with me acting as waitress of course. Before long they were all fairly drunk, especially Mark.” I had a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach, I thought, dear god, what did they do to her? Denise looked at me and smiled suddenly.

“I know what you’re thinking Josh, but this is actually the happy ending.” I shook my head and couldn’t help but laugh. Seriously, how do women do that? “Mark got up from the couch and got me up in front of everyone. He suggested, rather crudely, that I do a striptease for the guys. I was hesitant at first, but he kept at me. At this point my self-esteem was so low that I was desperate for his approval and love. So I agreed. They all clapped, except John, who, as I look back, looked worried and a little angry.”

“Mark threw on some generic hip hop song, the sort of crap that he liked. I started my little dance for the guys, eventually taking off my shirt and pants and I was just dancing for them in my bra and panties. That’s when Mark got up again, clearly horny, and suggested that I should take everything off and see what else I could do for the guys. I was scared to death of where things were going. At that moment it wasn’t the thought of fucking four guys that scared me, no. It was more like, gee if Mark got all pissed off and jealous after the threesome with John, how would he react to me doing two more of his friends. How fucking sick is that?”

“I told him no, that I wouldn’t do it. That I didn’t want anyone other than him. Mark was upset, but I thought he was going to let it go, until one of the other guys, can’t even remember his name now, said ‘hey, I thought you said this one was a player?’ That seemed to get Mark mad, ısparta escort he started to scream at me, that I was disrespecting him in front of his friends, that I should just be a good little slut and do what I was told. From somewhere deep inside a part of me yelled back at him. I said no. That was when he hit me.”

“He slapped me with the back of his hand, right across my face. It hurt like you couldn’t believe, for so many reasons. I didn’t fall down though. I straightened up; blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. I stared right into Mark’s eyes. That slap seemed to wake me from the trance I’d been in since I’d met him. I stared back at Mark and dared him to hit me again. He pulled back to slap me again and John jumped up to grab his hand. Mark told him to fuck off and shoved him down. Then he hit me again. I barely moved this time, my anger, my sudden insight into everything he’d done to me seemed to give me strength.”

“I just smiled and then I kicked him as hard as I could right in the nuts. He screamed and went down like a sack of potatoes. I stepped up to him and stomped down hard on his balls. He passed out with that. One of his friends, the same one that made the comment earlier got up and came at me. John got there first though. He laid the guy out with one punch. The other guy just got up from the couch and ran. I quietly put my clothes back on and went around the apartment and calmly collected my stuff.”

“By the time I had gather everything into a bag Mark was coming around, groaning on the floor. He had leaned himself back against the couch. His other friend had taken off while I was gathering my stuff. I walked over to Mark and stood over him, one foot planted on the floor between his legs, just inches from his nuts. I told him that if him or his friends ever came near me again that I wouldn’t stop with just a kick to the balls, I’d cut them off next time. With that I walked out of his apartments, ignoring the string of curses that followed me.”

“Once outside the adrenaline of the moment passed and I sat down hard on the bench just outside his apartment, suddenly exhausted. That’s where John found me just a minute or so later. He offered to walk me back to my dorm, to make sure I made it safely. I was a little dazed and accepted. Once we got back to my place John apologized for everything. He said he didn’t realize what a prick Mark was, that he didn’t know Mark was capable of what he did. He also told me that he knew for certain that Mark had slept with at least four other girls since we’d been dating; Mark had said I was cool with it. With that he apologized again, said he was done with Mark and his buddies, and left.”

“Naturally the first thing I did when I got in my room was to call Katie. She was at my place five minutes later. I told her everything; she listened, didn’t judge and then just held me as I cried myself to sleep. The following morning was the first time we had sex with each other. It was just what I needed, soft and gentle and loving. Anyway, over the next few weeks I worked hard to bring myself back, to undo the damage I allowed Mark to inflict on me and my relationships. It was the summer before I told Melanie everything, Katie and I also introduced her to sisterly loving as well.”

“God, I feel so much better, just telling you about it. After that Melanie started MUN the following year and the three of us decided to share an apartment. It was great, we gave each other what we needed, emotionally and sexually, and life was good once more. At one point this past year the three of us were out in a bar and we saw Mark trying to pick up a freshman. He was still charming and funny and cute so she was naturally very receptive.”

“I had run into him a couple of times since that night, every time he would throw me a dirty look and then go the other way. That night in the bar though he was too distracted by the 19 year old cleavage in front of him to notice me. He’d never met Melanie so I hatched a little plan. After a couple of minutes Melanie went up to Mark and started laying it on thick, how great their night together was, why didn’t he call like he promised, etc. She then looked at the freshman and scowled, asking if this was the tramp of a girlfriend he told her about, the one that treated him so badly.”

“God it was great, he didn’t know what to do with himself. The freshman looked appalled, as did quite a few of the other girls in the bar that were obviously interested in Mark. Finally Melanie just left after saying obviously he was just looking for a quick fuck, not a real relationship like he said. After Melanie came back to us the freshman got up and left. Mark was pissed and tried to talk to a few other girls, all of whom saw and heard what happened and brushed him off.”

“When we got home that night we just laughed and laughed, until it dissolved into some hot three-way girl action of course. Anyway, a week later we were at the same bar and Mark was there again. He was chatting up a different freshman; I noticed some of the same girls from the week before including the one he was talking to when Melanie intervened. I thought about what he did to me and thought I can’t let that happen to someone else. Rather than using the same ploy I decided to take the more direct approach.”

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Ch. 03: Battle Continues

After two intense battles that included each of us using sex as a weapon, it was clear there was no turning back. Even an attempt to apologize after the first fight between us failed miserably and saw us rolling around on the floor again locked in a physical confrontation. I knew mom worked out regularly and kept in tremendous shape, but this was insane. I was overcome with confusion as to what was happening between us, but the more I thought about it the more certain I became that I was not going to give in to her. This had escalated to a completely different level between us now and we were both determined to assert complete domination over each other by any means necessary, even if that included sexual tactics.

I was able to defeat her the first time, but I guess you could say the second match ended in a draw. When I left her house we agreed to meet the very next night. I would tell the wife that I had to help mom with some work she was doing around the house after work. That would afford us plenty of time.

I even left work a little early that afternoon. When I got to my mom’s house, the front door was open so I walked right in. I started taking off my suit as soon as I closed the front door as I heard mom say she was downstairs in the basement waiting for me. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs I was stripped from the waist up. I saw mom waiting for me, stripped naked already with hands on hips. I quickly finished undressing and stood up. Mom glanced down at the raging hard-on I was already sporting and flashed an evil grin. We didn’t need to ask if the other was ready, we just closed the gap between us immediately and reached out to lock up…

…when mom stunned me by smacking me in the face. We said no blows to the face since that would be difficult to explain, so I wasn’t expecting that. Then she grabbed me by the hair and got me against one of the walls before she brought her knee into my erect dick that was sticking up against my stomach. Then she released one hand, measured my dick and landed a solid punch to it, bringing me to my knees. Already I was staggered as she was turning up the heat and intensity of the fight. I was grimacing in pain but determined to meet her blow for blow if that’s what she wanted, so I gathered my senses eskişehir escort long enough to launch a short jab into her waiting pussy which was right in front of my face. She let out a scream and fell to her knees in front of me. Still holding my cock with one hand I was able to land a solid blow of my own to her fleshy but relatively firm tit, contorting her face in pain. That allowed me to reach out with both hands, grabbing her tits and pushing her onto her back as I twisted and squeezed them hard. I was now sitting on her stomach wrenching her tits in my hands as she hammered away at my arms trying to free herself. Not able to, she grabbed my dick and starting pulling on itn hard. It hurt but I thought I was doing more damage to her until she released my dick and grabbed my balls and squeezed…

…I cursed her as I let go of her tits and fell backwards in an attempt to free my balls from her grip. As I fell off her I finally managed to break free but I was in a lot of pain as I was balled up on my side. Mom managed to slowly get to her feet and started kicking me, 4, 5, 6 times while I tried to cover up. I was able to leg sweep her when she went to kick me again, knocking her onto the carpeted basement floor hard. My balls still ached but I climbed on top of her and slapped on a full nelson. Then I started to rub her face first into the carpet as my erection filled the crack of her ass. I even bounced her head off the carpet a few times before I decided to enter her pussy from behind. I deftly manuevered myself until I was able to enter her, still with the full nelson hold on her, and started pounding her hard. Her pussy was invitingly wet with her juices so there was no difficulty sticking my dick in. My mistake was releasing the full nelson hold, but I was feeling cocky so to speak. I yanked her head up by her hair and grabbed her chin with my other hand, squeezing her mouth as I tried to make her say she gave up. I was taunting her a little and it was too early in the fight to do that. I thought it was safe because she was returning my thrusts…I thought I had her close to cumming but she was just fighting me back, trying to weaken me too. Releasing the ful nelson freed her arms and hands and allowed her to grab a good handful of my hair and pull gaziantep escort me off her, yanking my dick out of her pussy in the process.

I rolled over onto my back and she was on me quickly. She sat on my stomach and started choking me with both hands, sliding down until her pussy engulfed my dick again. Our lower bodies were again battling for control over each other as she squeezed my neck with her hands, cutting off my air supply. From underneath her I reach up and grabbed her throat, choking her back. The chokes were not that effective considering the thrusting back and forth our lower bodies were doing, but we were still weakening each other none-the-less. I managed to roll her over as we continued to choke each other face to face but now I was on top of her and able to pound her pussy harder as well. She was losing some steam until her legs tightened around my waist in a vice like grip, making me release her throat as I reached for her legs to ease the pressure on my waist. Our thrusting stopped as well as we focused more on the fight we were in, but my dick was still lodged in her pussy.

I wasn’t going to be able to release her legs with my hands so I just started punching her tits. She tried to cover up but couldn’t and was finally forced to release her leg scissor hold. By now my dick came out of her pussy but she was still on her back in front of me as I was kneeling between her legs. When her legs fell to the floor I lowered my aim with one punch and landed a blow to her pussy which made her yelp in pain and roll over, clutching herself down below. I dropped down on top of her again and this time got her in a choke hold from behind, wrapping my arm around her throat. She thrashed violently underneath me and rolled us around a little before coming to rest on our sides. She had wiggled herself free a little but I still had a good hold on her and was weakening her further. She was able to reach down and grab my dick and start jerking me off. There was no way I was going to put her out before she made me cum so I reached down and started fingering her as she jerked me off. I think I was doing more damage to her again since I felt her hand weakening around my shaft.

I used the opportunity to flip her onto her back and pin her arms over giresun escort her head as I lowered my crotch onto her face and started grinding my erection on her face too. I felt I had her again and wanted to hammer home my victory as I told her to give up. She was still fighting underneath me and before I knew it she had taken my dick into her mouth. A minute ago I thought I was close to beating her and now, even though I still had her pinned she clearly had the upper hand because I was coming close to blowing my load again. I had to back off of her which let her reach up and grab my hair, pulling my head down. I stretched my legs out and fell on top of her in a full body pin. I reached down and grabbed her hair too as our bodies came together again from head to toes. My dick was not in but grinding against her pussy as the sweat built between our bodies, chests rubbing chests, stomachs mashed together, legs tangled in a mutual grapevine hold with feet braced against each other. I started to choke her again and she moved her hands from my hair to around my throat again too as our lower bodies continued to grind against each other. It wasn’t long before we both came to orgasm considering the heightened state of arousal we were both in and inflicted upon each other. My jizz shot straight up between our stomachs as her body tensed up underneath me and her juices spilled out of her onto my lower cock and balls.

We were still choking each other but had eased up a lot due to the orgasms. I was able to land some quick rabbit punches to her tit which dropped her hands to her side. I used the chance to pin both wrists above her head with one hand, slid up a little and continue to punch her in the tit and stomach too. The stomach shots left my hand full of the cum I shot up between us that was now smeared all over our upper bodies. A few tit shots and two good punches to her gut left her winded and beaten. She didn’t have to say she gave up, she was done fighting, but I wanted to make her say it after what we’d been through. I stood over her and stomped on her stomach for good measure, and getting a footful of cum on the heel of my foot, before smearing it all over her face in a victory pose all the time telling her to say that she gives up. I stuck my toes all around her nose and mouth, rubbing the cum all over until she finally admitted her defeat to me.

I quickly cleaned up and got dressed to leave. As I was heading out the door I heard her say I would have some more work to do around the house on Thursday so I better be there early. I yelled back no problem, I would be happy to do some more repars…

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It’s been a long night, indeed. The rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds wakes me from my sleep. We made love three times before retiring to bed last night. I opens my eyes to find myself alone. Alone and VERY hungry.

I wipes the cold from my eyes and start making my way to the shower. As the water cascade down to my body, all the images from last night flooded back. Not only did I fuck my baby sister, I told her I was in love with her. There’s no guilt in how I feel or what we did, but there is an anxiety inside questioning how we going continue this love affair when our mom returns next week.

I finished showering, put on a tank top and shorts before heading downstairs for breakfast. There was a note left on the table.

Morning love. I hope you slept well. I know I did. You looked so cute and content, I didn’t want to wake you.Tracy came this morning and we headed to the mall. Be back soon.

Love ya,

Your Baby

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Meanwhile, Tracy and Bree is in the mall going from store to srore taking their pick from the latest fashions. Tracy notice a difference in Baby.

“What or who done got into you girl?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play coy with me bitch. You know exactly what I mean. There’s a glow about you today.”

“Ok. You got me. I can’t say much, but when the time is right, I promise to tell you everything. elazığ escort All I’m going to say that I’m in love and it’s someone you know.”

“Who? Girl, you gotta tell me.”

“I promise in time I tell you everything, but not now.”

“Lucky bitch. You ain’t shit.” Tracy said playfully hitting Baby’s arm.

They paid for the clothes they picked and headed out the mall. In the car, Tracy continued the investigation, curious about the mystery guy, but Bree was determined not give anything away. Happiness and pride overcame her. Relieved that she finally got her wish and don’t have to settle for the dogs she came across at school. No longer dealing with guys who looking for quick fuck, using girls as a notch on their reputation. She couldn’t wait to get home to Mike.

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“Hey Bro.”

“Hey Baby. What’s up?”

“On my way home. Just picked up a few things. You sleep well sleepyhead?”

“Best night sleep since we used to sleep together as kids.”

“You better. You gonna need all your energy for when I get there.”

“Oh. Is that so? Then, in that case, I’m gonna hold you to that and see you when you get here.”

“Ok Mike.

“Alright Baby.”

I got off the phone with a major boner in anticipation of the havoc me and my newfound love was going to set. I been working in the yard for the duration of Baby’s absence. I needed a shower. In the shower, my erection became almost intolerable, but I had to hold the urge until Baby gets back.

I dried off and headed to my bedroom to get dressed. I got as far as putting on a pair of boxers and a tank top when I was surprised from behind by my sis. I didn’t even hear her come in the erzincan escort door. She walked up and grabbed my crotch from behind.

“It looks like someone really missed me.”

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna show you how much I really missed you.” I replied.

“Oh really? Well, I’m having second thoughts. So, maybe I should just leave.”

She reached for the door knob, but I grabbed her wrist from behind. I started grinding my pelvis into her round ass and kissed her on the neck.

“Still having second thoughts?”

“You going have to do more than that to change my mind or maybe I should call Mom right now and tell her how bad of a brother you been, that her only son is a sister fucker.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try Me Michael.”

I wrestled her to the bed, pulled her shirt over her head, and sucked her on her firm tits. Her nipples were already hard before I pulled her shirt off, poking through the material like a couple bullets that landed in the middle of the bullseye at the firing range. I took a nipple in my mouth and then the other. I could tell from the moans escaping her mouth, that I had her close without even touching her pussy.

“Oh Mike, please stop teasing me. Fuck me now. I need you in me RIGHT NOW!”

With that, Bree started writhing under me as she exploded into her first orgasm. As she came down from her orgasmic bliss, I took the opertunity to free my cock from the restraints of my shorts. I stripped her of her skirt and pulled her black thong to the side as I entered her in one swift thrust from behind.

“Fuck me. Fuck your baby sister hard.”

I grabbed her hips and gave her the drilling of a lifetime. Then, I just got the idea of being rough with her, which only spurred her on even erzurum escort more. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK.

“Oh shit. Spank my ass. Spank your slutty sister. Oh yeeeeaaa. Fuck your slutty incestious baby sister. Make me cum.”

At that moment, I could feel the cum boiling up from my balls to the point of no return. Her pussy clamped down on my dick as she started her orgasm, triggering mine. Five thick shots of semen filled her cunt as I collapsed on top of her.

“Damn, I love you so much Baby. We could stay like this forever.”

“That would be great.”

What they didn’t know was Tracy was standing in the doorway and had seen quite a show. Tracy had returned to the house to drop off one of the bags Tracy left in her car. She knocked on the door for a good five minute before realizing the door was unlocked. She went upstairs and walked in on the pair.

“OhhhMyyyGodd…”

They turned around and found Tracy standing in the doorway. Tracy ran out and headed for the front door. Baby threw on Mike’s t-shirt and made a beeline downstairs.

“Trace wait.”

“What? There’s nothing to say really. I just would’ve never guessed that my so-called friend would be fucking her own brother. My God Bree, did you ever stop and think about how this looks.”

“I know Trace, but you don’t get it and I hope that you’ll eventually understand that I love him. I don’t mean like how a sister should love a brother. I mean I’m so in love with him.”

“Let me get this straight, you two are in love with each other. You are so fucked up in the head. I can’t even talk to you right now. I’m outta here.”

Stream of tears roll down Baby’s eyes as the door slammed shut. Unanswered is whether or not her best friend will ever speak to her or will she expose their incestious affair to everyone they know. She couldn’t even find the strength to go back upstairs to Mike. She wanted to die at that moment, haunted by the memories of the past couple of seconds, which felt like hours. She curled herself on the couch and sobbed into the seat cushion.

To Be Continued.

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I awoke promptly at six a.m. on Tuesday morning and found that my clothes had been laid out. I sat up and heard the sound of my shower running. When I walked into the bathroom there was a feminine silhouette waiting patiently for me. I stripped down and slid the frosted glass door to the side and there to greet me with a fresh smile was Mary.

“I just got off,” she purred in my ear.

“I hope not,” I said pulling her petite body to mine.

“You know what I MMMMMMMMMM,” I silenced her with a kiss.

Her right leg moved up and around wrapping my waist. My hands roamed over her back until they settled on her rounded ass cheeks. She moaned in my mouth as my hardness, she had inspired, slid beneath her sex. I lifted her hips up and she took me in hand. Even with our tongues dueling she knew what I wanted and guided me deep into her. Mary’s back hit the back of the shower as I began to thrust into her. Now both of her legs were wrapped tightly around me as I pounded her hard and fast. She broke our kiss as she panted and moaned loudly.

“Oh yes… oh god…” she begged for more. “Bend me over Jon; I want to feel you behind me.”

I hammered her harder now before I slowed and relented to her desire. Her feet touched the shower floor and I slid out of her. I spun her around as she thrust her ass out. Then I grabbed her by the hips and slammed my cock home which was rewarded by a howl of pleasure from Mary. This was also followed by a pounding on the wall from my mother.

“Jesus H Christ… keep it down in there some people have hangovers…”

Mary clamped a hand over her mouth as I continued to ram my hips forward. I took my pleasure without thought of her or my poor suffering mother. Soon my cock was swelling inside of her and she was moaning loudly despite the hand muffling her cries. As my imminent orgasm stretched her pussy Mary was forced to bite her hand as her own climax was seconds away. Her scream slipped passed her defenses it came on so strong and her voice echoed in the confined space. Then she dutifully assumed the position as I shot my morning load all over her face and tits. I looked down into those feline eyes of hers and smiled.

“Morning,” I panted.

“MMMMMMMM Morning Master,” she replied weakly.

We actually washed up after that and I was forced to dress and head downstairs for breakfast. I didn’t want to upset Faye that just wouldn’t do. As I ate in a very chipper mood Melody arrived bleary eyed and a little cranky.

“Damn Jon she’s a screamer,” Melody pronounced.

“That’s my Mary,” Faye said as she poured Melody’s coffee.

“Morning Faye,” Melody said with a weak smile.

“It’s so good to see her feeling better,” Faye said though no one asked or offered.

“Yep she feels real good,” I said with a winning smile.

“Oh YOU,” Faye replied with a giggle.

Melody grumbled something under her breath as she sipped her coffee. After breakfast we headed for the car that was waiting out front for us.

“Let mom sleep in late please,” I asked Faye as I kissed her cheek. “Breakfast was amazing as always.”

“Don’t forget this,” Faye said holding up a thermos of coffee for Melody.

“You are a life saver,” Melody said taking the thermos.

“I know sweetness, I know.”

I sat in my office playing with the AO alloy cube waiting for my first meeting of the morning to begin. Sure it was juvenile and something a kid would do but hell I had time to kill so why not. I had kept my promise to myself and had managed to push the time I could remotely influence the psycho-sensitive material for a whopping six and a half minutes. That beat my time for the day before by a full minute and a half. I was definitely making progress but I still hadn’t figured out how to keep the damn stuff in a form after my concentration left it. Right now I had it looking quite a bit like a tripod from War of the Worlds lumbering across my desk with its awkward three legged gait.

The door suddenly opened without as much as a knock and Hastings stepped in unannounced. I glared at him even as I mentally shouted ‘stay’ at the three inch high alloy figure.

“What is it Hastings?”

“I just needed a minute of your time,” he said as he sat across from me.

“Have a seat,” I said my temper only getting worse by the second.

“I just wanted to put a word in for the position of CEO since that seems to be part of the next meeting.”

“It is I am assigning the positions of the people picked yesterday and that will all be discussed in the meeting.”

“Still it never hurts to speak plainly as you put it,” he said with a smile.

I had seen that smile a lot when I was in prison. It is the grin of the predator who thinks diyarbakır escort they can get what they want by intimidation. Sadly he was greatly mistaken if he thought that would work on me.

“Actually it could Hastings,” I told him returning his smile. “For instance I might pick say Melody as CEO instead of you. Hell I might just appoint you as Plant Manager and have done with it.”

“You don’t want to do that,” he said leaning forward flashing the insignia ring he wore.

I immediately recognized the three swords and the eye and that wasn’t lost on him.

“So you are familiar with our little brotherhood. Good now here is how it is going to go, you appoint me CEO and get the fuck out of London as soon as you can. How’s that for you?”

“How’s about this,” I said biting back my anger and finishing my thought coolly. “You get the fuck out of my office before something bad happens to you. I don’t take threats boy I hand them out. Now stand up, turn around and march your sorry ass out of here.”

Hastings snarled and did as he was told but I knew it wasn’t over. Now I couldn’t go to Nick and tell him one of his precious members threatened me so I had to handle it quietly.

“Sterling,” I said.

“Yes Master,” she purred hearing the anger boiling over in my voice now.

“I need to arrange a little accident,” I frowned.

“I will take care of it Master rest easy.”

And I did knowing that she would take care of my problem with machine proficiency. Then I looked down and my jaw nearly dropped when I saw the little tripod still stood despite my lack of mental attention upon it.

“I did it! I fucking did it! But how did I do it?”

Sadly I was torn from my plaything for real life endeavors. I strode into the meeting room and Melody didn’t miss the chill in the air that followed me in. I saw the silent prayer she said as I took my seat.

“Ladies and gentlemen thank you for your hard work that has led to your appointment to the board of directors of Numenor Technology London. I want to begin the meeting by working our way up from the Plant Manager position to that of CEO if that will acceptable?” There were nods all around so I continued. “I have spent last night and this morning looking over everyone’s files and work experience. At this point I would like to see who you would like to nominate as Plant Manager at this time?”

So the meeting progressed as one by one those seated were nominated and appointed to their positions. We were finally down to the CFO and CEO positions. The last two people left to be assigned were Melody and Hastings. I don’t think anyone in the room was really surprised at that particular outcome. But unknown to all but me there were a few surprises on the way.

“Now it appears that we have only to decide who becomes CEO and who gets CFO. Now as far as my Chief Financial Officer I have decided not to choose Mr. Hastings here.”

He smiled thinking that he had been chosen for Chief Executive Officer.

“I would also like to announce that he will also NOT be appointed to CEO.”

“What the fuck are you trying to pull Masters?”

“Just this,” I said and pointed towards the door as it opened and three men stepped in.

Two were obvious police officers the third was a detective from Scotland Yard.

“William Hastings Esquire we are placing you under arrest,” the detective intoned as he read him his rights.

Hastings spun on me and the look of shock was clear.

“What are the charges,” he asked as he was lifted up and handcuffed.

“Embezzlement of company funds and murder,” the detective calmly said.

“Murder, I didn’t kill anyone!”

“We have received very damning evidence on an open murder case involving one Ginger Hastings, your sister. Now come along with us. Sorry for the interruption.”

They dragged Hastings away who was cursing and screaming the entire time.

“Set, game and match,” I muttered under my breath.

“Remind me to never ever piss you sir,” Melody whispered.

“Umbra set a reminded for Melody here,” I said with a smile. “Well we have two positions to fill and only one candidate. But it saddens me that Melody here will not be advancing to a position on the board, just yet. I have in fact met with two former members of the board and agreed to accept their sons to fill the last two positions. If there is no other business, I will meet with each of you individually as the week progresses and see how you are getting along.”

But I never got a chance to adjourn the meeting. Katie Hobs our new Plant Manager turned to me and I nodded. She was a mousy brunette with thick glasses, short brown hair and features that were an interesting hybrid of solid European stock and either Slavic or Russian. She wore a bland gray business suit with a long skirt and modest shoes. If I were going to describe her living style it would have been frugal. She set down a manila folder and opened it and began. Though her words came out haltingly edirne escort at first once she built up a head of steam she plowed right through it.

“As you may or may not be aware the plant was never full completed to spec. We did the best we could with the allotted time but there is one crucial part of the assembly line that was not constructed. It has no affect on the current product we are manufacturing but when we switch over well we need to take care of it and soon.”

I smiled at her and nodded but just then a red LED display appeared in my field of vision. It was a clock and it was counting down from ten seconds.

“I was going to bring that up actually but I am glad you did Katie. What were your thoughts on how we should handle this issue?” I asked her but even as she cleared her throat, there came a sound from outside the plant.

It sounded like tearing and splintering of wood and steel. That was followed by the concussive blast wave that actually blew out windows on the eastern side of the plant. Everyone seated at the table flew from their seats to see what had happened. I leaned over Melody to see the smoldering ruin that had been the marked police car. No one could have survived that twisted and melted piles of metal. Then I saw that workers from the plant were helping the two police officers and the detective to their feet. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

‘Oops,’ Sterling sent to me silently.

‘OOPS? Oops is dropping a shaker of salt. What the fuck did you do?’

‘I dropped the crane from the neighboring warehouse down Master.’

‘That’s a little overkill don’t you think?’ I bit back the chuckle that had been building in my throat.

‘Master is laughing? You are a sick, sick man Master of mine.’

‘I suppose I am.’

Melody and the others watched on in horror as the emergency vehicles arrived and the fire was eventually contained.

“Katie,” I said at last. “Send everyone home with full pay and cancel the second shift. It’s going to take time to move that wreckage. Perhaps this is a good time to finish that part of the assembly line?”

“Yes sir, I’ll take care of it.”

I contacted Nick and informed him of the little accident, he had already been in the loop concerning Hastings upcoming arrest and crimes. But as I told him about his death I did add the little bit about the threat in my office and this Silver Twilight Lodge. That part seemed to concern him more than the plant being shut down for retooling. He agreed to look into it and I felt that the first domino of something ugly might have already fallen concerning this subject. Then he was gone and I was left with my thoughts.

I sat in my office staring at the little tripod that could. What did I do to make it keep its current shape? Strange that I shouldn’t feel a bit of remorse for the life I had caused to be snuffed out. I never gave it second thought really; he was a threat that if I hadn’t acted as I had would have escaped justice. The Silver Twilight would have freed him somehow of that I was certain. So it really was a moot point now onto more important things. The tripod was frozen in midstride on my desk and I wanted to know why.

I closed my eyes and replayed the events of Hastings barging into my office. What I had done or thought that might have affected the alloy figure. Stay, I had mentally thought stay to the diminutive thing and it had frozen in place! Could it really have been that easy? I opened my eyes and focused my full attention on the tripod and imagined it once more lumbering over the paper clip army and oaken landscape. To my utter surprise it once more took the field and lorded over its human slaves heaving its alien bulk forward. Stay… and it stopped. There came a soft knock at my door and I called out for them to come in. I looked up and there was my mother looking half in shock and half surprised to see me bent over my desk.

“Jon, Jon are you okay,” she asked her voice almost cracking with worry.

“Oh I’m fine,” I told her.

Maybe it was casual attitude so I decided to explain.

“No one from the plant, well besides the guy arrested for murder was injured.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing,” Mom accused.

“I have told you everything that has happened to me from the beginning. Now I will tell you this he was a continuing threat to this family. So don’t you dare shed a single tear for him? He murdered his sister and was embezzling from this company.”

I will tell you this there is one quality I inherited from my mom, she is a survivor. Bring family into a situation and it all changes. She crunches the numbers and it comes out like this. Hurt her babies and you have a fight on your hands. Mom gave me a little nod and a grim smile.

“You are right Jon, that evil son of a bitch got what he deserved.”

“Glad we see eye to eye on this thing,” I told her showing a lot of relief as I took to my feet and moved behind her. “So what brings you to my office in the middle of the edirne escort bayan day woman?”

I locked the door so that we wouldn’t be interrupted. Then I pulled her close so that her ass was rubbing against my hardening flesh. Then my hands moved upward to cup her clothed tits.

“MMMMMMMMM my little cock slut why are you here?”

“I… NNNNNNNNNNN oh Jon that feels so good…”

I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra from the front. Soon my eager hands were cupping her firm tits.

“You came here to get fucked didn’t you admit it,” I moaned in her ear as she ground her ass against me.

“No but since I am here,” she moaned back. “I’m not wearing panties.”

“Unzip me mom,” I said as I began to kiss her neck.

Her skilled hands reached back and freed me.

“Good now lift up your skirt and bend over,” I directed her.

She leaned against my desk and assumed the position. I eased slowly inside her soaked slit. We both moaned as I drove my hips into her burying my cock deep.

“I was so envious of that little tart this morning,” she admitted as I began to pound her slowly.

“You were,” I said as I thrust harder and faster now.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSS,” she moaned softly.

“Did mommy miss her son’s cock this morning,” I asked as I nipped her earlobe.

“YESSSSSSSSS,” she growled. “Fuck me son… drive that wonderful cock of yours into mommy’s pussy!”

“Yes ma’am,” I crooned as I took a firm grip on her hips. “Here it comes.”

“Give it to me… don’t hold back baby… ram that fat cock into me…”

I fucked her as hard as she asked for and then some. The brutal slapping of our bodies sounded loud in my ears. But mom took it in stride and actually managed to thrust her hips back. The old girl fucked like it was breathing, necessary and she’d die without it.

“Oh god damn Jon that feels amazing,” she said over her shoulder. “I’ve never been fucked like this… ever.”

“I’ll take that as a real compliment from a cock whore like you,” I told her.

“You really know how to make a girl feel special,” mom responded with a wicked smile and a tight squeeze from her talented pussy.

“UNNNNNNNN you dirty little whore you,” I moaned as she continued to squeeze me.

“Like my grip baby?”

“I love it.”

I hammered her hard and fast and felt her ‘grip’ tighten even more as she came for me. Mom managed somehow to bite back that primal scream that would have alerted anyone in the plant to what we were doing. So what came out was a muffled yelp, it was cute actually. I ground my hips against her as her orgasm shook her entire body. Panting and sweating she quivered weakly beneath me as she slowly recovered. I pulled out of her, rolled her onto her back and slammed back into her wet tightness.

“This one’s for me,” I told her as I started slamming my cock into her without mercy.

Mom’s back arched as a second orgasm followed the first. I looked down at her and noticed her freshly shaved pussy.

“You shaved.”

“Yes… I did,” she moaned softly. “I used your lucky razor.”

“It turned out lucky for you,” I told her as I hammered her pussy harder than ever.

Mom’s eyes closed as she rode out one orgasm after the other. She was heading straight for sensory overload and me right with her. I grabbed her tits for leverage and latched on like a baby ape. I pinched her nipples hard as I rode her. The desk shook from the force I was using to fuck her and she rode the wave like a champ. My cock swelled and swelled as a monster orgasm built inside of me. Mom had to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming. To consummate our first fuck in my office I yanked my cock from her and sprayed her from tits to the top of her head.

I helped her to her feet and guided her to the private bathroom that included a shower. I thought she was all fucked out but I was dead wrong. After an initial clean up she ended up on her knees and sucking me off once and one more pounding before we left for the day. Ever since Sterling tweaked my, what the hell did she call it, telomeres I have never felt better and seemed able to fuck for hours. When the opportunities presented themselves and thanks to the eager women in my life they did.

Suddenly there was punch to my arm from my mom as she glared at me.

“What the hell was that for,” I asked jokingly.

“That’s for distracting me and making me forget.”

“Forget, forget what,” I said scratching my head.

“This,” she said handing me an envelope. “I found this after picking up your room, it was under the bed.”

“Why were you picking up my room, oh never mind,” I replied as I examined the envelope. “Oh Shit! This is the letter that arrived the night Mary got so sick. I completely forgot about it.”

“Look where it’s from,” Mom said.

“Holy crap, that can’t be right.” I said but there is was Buckingham fucking Palace.

Yet another of Nyarlathotep’s tentacles reaching out for me, goddamn it! This isn’t something I can just ignore and he knew it.

“What does it say mom?”

“What makes you think I read it… okay the gist of it is this you are going to be knighted and receive a title, the Duke of Exeter. Isn’t that great honey?”

“Another piece of the puzzle falling into place is all,” I said grimacing.

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They were barely past a half hour into the movie Elliott had chosen before Tanya spoke. “Elliott, I just can’t get into watching anything tonight. I think I’ll just go up to my room and read. Do you mind, sweetheart?”

Elliott realized the visit from the three bullies was playing on his mother’s mind just as much as his. “No, that’s okay. I’m not into it either. I think I’ll just go on my computer for a while.”

“All right, good,” Tanya said as she got up from the couch. “It’ll be an early night for both of us.”

Elliott turned the lights out and followed his mother upstairs. The double doors to the master bedroom were closed as he made his way to his own room further down the hall. He liked that his room was the furthest from his mother’s. It allowed him the privacy he liked when he jacked off, the space between the rooms deadening any sounds that he didn’t want her to hear. He loved using Vaseline when he whacked off, and the sticky slapping sound sometimes got loud when he was really pounding one off.

He booted up his computer and was just about to open the bottom drawer of his desk to retrieve his jar of lube when his phone pinged. He looked down at the screen, surprised to see that it was a text from Jamal:

Hey Smallcox, what size bra does your mother wear?

Elliott looked at the screen, shocked by Jamal’s question. He quickly typed out his response:

I have no idea.

He stared at his screen after he sent it, noticing that Jamal was typing a response. After a considerable amount of time, a lengthy message appeared:

Don’t give me no bullshit about you don’t know. I saw the look in your eyes when you were scoping out her tits at dinner. I know you’re a fucking little perv, and if I had a momma like yours, I’d be whacking off about her every day. So cut to the chase and just give me the bra size.

Elliott stared at the message as he started to flush, realizing Jamal had seen right through him. As he sat there wondering what to do, another message popped up:

You don’t wanna make me mad, do ya?

Elliott sighed as he re-read the new message. He knew better than to fuck with Jamal. He’d tried that in the ninth grade one time, ratting him out to a teacher for picking on him. He still remembered the sore arm he’d had when Jamal almost tore it out of the socket. Elliott’s fingers went to his phone:

34E

He hit the send button and waited. Jamal’s response didn’t take long:

See, that wasn’t so hard. You just keep helping me out like that, Smallcox, and we’ll be good friends. You’d be surprised the ways that I can help YOU out. See ya tomorrow.

Elliott had seen the way Jamal and the other two had been eyeing up his mother, like jackals ready to sweep in for the kill. He couldn’t blame them, and obviously Jamal had seen him looking at his mother the same way. He knew his mother was fucking hot. He didn’t like the idea of those guys coming around like his mom had suggested, but if they left him alone, he figured he might as well give that tutoring shit a try. Nothing else he’d done had worked. Maybe if they came over, sat through a few tutoring lessons while they took the opportunity to ogle his stacked mom, well, that wouldn’t be so bad, would it? They’d end up going home and jerking off thinking about his mom, just like he did. If his mom’s presence was able to provide them with a little eye candy, Elliott knew that could only be good for him. But what did Jamal mean when he said Elliott would be surprised by the way Jamal could help HIM out? What could he do for Elliott besides teach him how to hotwire a car, or something like that. He couldn’t figure it out. And then why did Jamal want to know his mother’s bra size? Just so he could think about that when he jacked off? What the fuck was that all about?

Thinking about her bra size had started to get Elliott excited, so he went to his closet and rifled around in an old gym bag he had stashed there. He pulled out one of her bras and the matching panties he’d taken from her laundry basket a couple of days ago. She usually did laundry on Sundays so he just had to sneak it back into the basket before then. The bra set was a royal blue one, with delicate lace trim around the bra cups. The built-in wire reinforcing showed the full shape of the substantial bra. He looked inside the big curving cups, seeing the whitish crusty stains from the four loads he’d already shot into it over the past two days while he’d been licking and sucking at the crotch of her panties. He’d add at least two more loads tonight.

He went back to his computer and opened a picture folder he kept hidden deep in his files. He opened the folder called ‘White’. It showed numerous thumbnails of his mother in a white bikini. She’d worn it last weekend and he’d taken the pictures from his bedroom window, using a zoom lens. The white bikini emphasized her huge tits spectacularly, and the tiny V-shaped bottom hugged her curvy bum teasingly. He set four of the pictures up bursa escort side by side on his computer. Satisfied with his whacking material for this session, he pulled out his big jar of Vaseline, getting his hand all lubed up and ready to go. He looked over at her bra and panties he’d set down next to his computer, and then back at the pictures of his mother on the screen. Yes, that bra was going to get another nice pasting.

*

A short distance down the hall, Tanya was lying on her bed, eight inches of black rubber sliding back and forth in her steaming twat. She’d already had one orgasm and the second was on the verge of following right after that one. Propped up against the headboard on a stack of pillows, she reached down with her free hand and slid it over her shaven mound, her fingertips reaching the protruding nodule of her sizable clit. She was happy that she’d been blessed with such a big clit, and an overly-sensitive one at that. And her nipples were just as sensitive, if not more. She’d found out when she was much younger that she was able to climax just as easily by having her tits sucked on as having her pussy stimulated. From talking with her girlfriends when she was growing up, she realized how quickly she could have an orgasm compared to everyone else-she was extremely sensitive where it really counted. And that wasn’t anything to complain about…not at all. Not only could she climax quickly, she found herself easily experiencing multiples orgasms, one right after the other. Her friends were envious of her, and it made her feel quietly special. One of her girlfriends back in high school, Jenny Monroe, had given her the nickname, “Trigger”, and it had seemed so appropriate that she liked it.

It was that sensitivity that had allowed her to have what she referred to as a ‘mini-climax’ when Jamal had been rubbing himself against her backside in the kitchen. Her mind had been sent spinning by his illicit behavior, and she’d become excited. Her aroused brain had taken hold of her trigger-like libido and set it off as she’d felt the protrusion of his big cock pressing against her bum. That “mini-climax” had swept over her, sending those delicious tingling sensations shooting through her body.

When she came to her room, she’d stripped off her clothes, feeling her huge tits breathe a sigh of relief as they spilled forth from her overflowing bra, the heavy spheres settling down and out over the full breadth of her chest. Her nipples were hard, and she knew it was from the kisses and the groping the boys had given her on the way out. She pulled off her panties and held them before her. Soaked-absolutely soaked. Her rich womanly scent drifted into her senses, inflaming her aroused libido even more.

She’d pulled out her black dildo, her hands running over the eight-inch length, knowing from what she’d felt pressed against her that Jamal was much bigger. She’d thrown herself on the bed and plunged the cock-shaped slab of rubber deep into her slippery trench. She’d come quickly, and now a second one followed on the heels of the first as she touched her swollen clit. The muscles on the insides of her thighs were quivering like plucked guitar strings as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through her. Tanya gushed all over her hand, and knew she’d have to wash the sheets. It was typical for her to spray a lot when she came, and she’d found that this was another difference of which her girlfriends were jealous. She hadn’t realized it was considered sexy until they told her. She thought it was a dirty thing, but now she loved it. Every time she came, she looked at the wet sticky cunt-honey she sprayed as evidence of her pleasure.

With her fingers idly toying with her slippery pussy lips, she lay there wondering what Jamal had thought when she’d climaxed when he’d been pressed against her. He must have known. Her body was trembling and quivering beneath him as the little bolts of lightning pulsed through every sensitive nerve ending. He’d acted like it was nothing, but he had to have known…hadn’t he?

As the euphoria of her second consecutive orgasm subsided, she realized how silly she was being. These were just boys the same age as her son, for God’s sake. They were just being friendly when they thanked her by kissing her and holding her close. Maybe that’s just the way it was done nowadays. Elliott had so few friends around that she wasn’t used to that kind of behavior. Maybe the other moms were. She had no idea, but figured that her active mind had just gotten the best of her. Yes, that was it. She was just imagining they’d had other intentions. In reality, there was likely nothing to it. But at least they’d been nice to Elliott, which is what her idea had been all about. If it took her being nice to them too for them to stop bullying her little boy, she could easily do that. She’d do whatever it took to make sure her son felt safe and happy.

With her mind settled down, she took a shower. She loved her çanakkale escort big en-suite bathroom, with the huge glass-walled shower with multiple shower heads. It was something she’d insisted on when they’d had this house built, and she never regretted the extra cost involved. Her husband had made a ton of money as an investment banker, and after the divorce settlement, she had no worries whatsoever herself. She was careful with her money, even if she didn’t need to be. She’d buy a few nice things for herself every now and then, but she never went overboard. Clothes, shoes, and lingerie were her weakness. Sometimes she thought she had more money than she knew what to do with, but it was nice to have that golden nest-egg in reserve.

Tanya stood under the shower, letting the hot stinging pellets rain down on her. She grabbed the big bar of soap and lathered her hands before washing her breasts, her foamy hands sliding all over the massive guns. Her nipples came alive under her fingertips. She made herself stop, knowing that with her level of sensitivity, she’d have herself overheated in no time. Reluctantly, she released them, sighing as her hands moved over the rest of her body.

When she was finished, she towel-dried her long blonde hair and tossed her head from side to side, the damp locks falling about her shoulders as she combed her fingers through it. She went to one of her dresser drawers where she kept her lingerie, wondering what to wear to bed tonight. She selected an emerald-green chemise, the hem and bra cups trimmed in delicate white lace. It was very feminine and she loved the feel of the cool green satin against her skin. She checked herself in the full-length mirror, adjusting her girls in the smooth satin cups. Yes, she’d definitely have to go up a bra size soon, even this short little nightie was too tight up top. The triangular-shaped pieces of satin that covered each breast were stretched tightly over the heavy mounds, emphasizing her protruding nipples.

“All right, you’ve got that out of your system, now just settle down and get your head back in the game, girl,” Tanya said to herself as she puffed up some of the pillows she had stacked against the headboard. “This is for Elliott. It’s going to work out okay with those boys for him. They just need some care and understanding. They seem to be nicer than I expected. It must be so hard for them, living where they do. It’s not really their fault. Deep down, I’m sure they’re quite nice. I’m sure they’re good boys. They just need a chance. They just need a little understanding, considering what they have to go through every day. I can do that. I can do that, and it’ll help both them, and Elliott.”

Having had a good talk with herself, she grabbed the latest bestseller she was reading and settled into bed, hoping the book would take her mind off of the things she’d been thinking. It worked and within a few minutes, she was totally engrossed in what she was reading. All that changed around 10:45, when her cell phone she’d placed on her bedside table pinged, indicating a text. “Who can that be at this time of night?” she thought to herself as she reached for her phone. She was surprised to see the name Jamal on her screen. She opened the message:

Mrs. Cox, I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but it’s important. Can we talk to you for a minute? We’re right outside in your driveway.

“What the heck?” Tanya thought as her eyes went to her bedroom window. She got out of bed and hurried over, peeking out between the blinds. She saw the shadowed shape of Jamal’s van in the driveway, the moonlight glinting off the dark paint. She looked again at the message. He had said it was important. Perhaps one of them was hurt. Maybe they’d been in some kind of gang rumble and Gunner or Zeke was injured, and they were turning to her for help. She had no idea why they’d think of her, but she knew, if even for Elliott’s sake, she had to do something. Her fingers flew over the keypad on her phone.

Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.

She hit the SEND button and then reached for her heavy white terrycloth robe she’d thrown over the easy chair in the corner of her room. She cinched it tight, making sure her sexy nightie was well-covered. For some reason, she felt compelled to check herself in the mirror. She reached up and fluffed up her blonde hair until it looked nice, framing her pretty face handsomely.

Tanya went down the stairs as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb Elliott. She turned the light on inside the front entryway and slowly opened the door. As soon as the sliver of light illuminated the porch, she saw the doors to the van open and the shape of three dark silhouettes move towards the house. She recognized the outline of Jamal’s broad muscular torso leading the way, the other two boys right behind him.

“Jamal, what is it?” Tanya asked, standing in the doorway to block their way. “Is someone hurt?” She could see the faces of all three now, çankırı escort and none of them looked the worse for wear.

“Not really, no,” Jamal replied, his eyes looking past her inside the house. “But it is important. We need your advice on something. I promise we’ll only take a few minutes of your time, and then we’ll be out of your hair. Please, like I said, it’s important.” He gestured over her shoulder to the interior of the house.

Tanya saw the look of concern on all of their faces and she felt sorry for them. Maybe one of their parents had gotten into a domestic dispute, or one of their siblings had been picked up by the cops. She decided the least she could do was talk to them for a few minutes. “Okay,” she said in a hushed whisper, opening the door wider and stepping to the side. “But you have to be quiet. I think Elliott’s asleep.”

Jamal gave the others a quick glance and Tanya thought she saw the flicker of something in his dark eyes. “Okay, we’ll be quiet. Maybe if we could just sit at the kitchen table and talk, we’ll be out of here in no time.”

“All right.” Tanya led the way and the three boys followed. She turned the light on over the table and sat down at the end, Jamal taking a seat to her left while Zeke sat immediately to her right, with Gunner in the seat next to him. The table sat six, with the chair next to Jamal and the one at the end opposite her vacant.

Tanya noticed the boys all looked at her chest as they sat down, causing her to glance that way herself. Her robe had gaped open a bit, revealing the uppers swells of her tits. She tried to make it look casual as she pulled the robe closed. “So what’s wrong? What do you need to talk to me about?” Her voice was even and hushed as she looked at each of the boys in turn before settling on Jamal, who she knew would do the talking for all of them.

“Well, you know how we told you we had to leave because we had dates tonight?” Jamal paused as Tanya nodded. “It didn’t go well, and that’s what we wanted to talk to you about.”

Tanya looked quickly at the other boys, who nodded solemnly in affirmation of what Jamal had said. “What do you mean, it didn’t go well? And why would you want to talk to me about it?”

“You’re not like any of the girls we know, Mrs. Cox. You’re a sophisticated, beautiful woman who, although we haven’t known you very long, we respect.” Jamal paused, noticing that Tanya was somewhat surprised by his words, her face letting him know she appreciated what he was saying, even if it had caught her unawares. “The girls in our neighborhood are nothing like you, and we just can’t figure out why they act the way they do. We wanted to talk to you, to see if you would have any idea why they act like that. Do you think you could help us?”

“What…what did they do?”

“Well, this is something we couldn’t talk to our own mothers about, but we felt maybe we could talk to you.” Jamal paused again before Tanya nodded for him to continue. “The girls…the girls we were with, they, uh, they kind of left us high and dry.”

Tanya’s eyebrows arched together. “High and dry? What do you mean?”

“You know, they kind of led us on, and then…well, they didn’t follow through with anything.” Jamal could see the light go on in Tanya’s eyes as she understood what he was talking about. “Why, why do girls act that way? Do mature women, like yourself, act that way, Mrs. Cox?”

“Well, I don’t know what to say, Jamal. I don’t know these girls and I don’t know how they feel about you boys. I do know that a lot of young girls can act that way. Maybe they’re a bit curious, but also nervous and shy at the same time. I know it mustn’t seem very nice, but you have to realize that they’re just young and unsure of themselves.”

Jamal nodded, taking in Tanya’s explanation. “Yeah, you might be right. But women who are older, like yourself, they don’t act like that? They wouldn’t do something like that?”

Tanya realized she may have gotten herself into a bit of a pickle with what she’d just said. “Well, that’s not exactly what I’m saying. I think you have to look at each person individually. It’s really hard to say what’s going on in those young girls’ minds.”

“But it’s so frustrating for us. When this kind of thing happens, it makes us angry, right, guys?” Jamal looked over at his two buddies, who had noticeable scowls on their faces.

“Fuckin’ right,” Zeke said, shaking his head angrily.

“Hey! Watch your language. We’re talking to a lady here!”

Jamal’s reprimand didn’t go unnoticed by Tanya. “That’s all right,” she said, waving her hands in a calming motion.

“See how ticked off he is. When stuff like this happens, it’s not good, and when we get angry, we kind of lash out, we end up taking out our anger on other people.” Jamal sat back slightly in his chair and turned his eyes toward the stairs, letting Tanya know he was talking about ‘people’ like Elliott. “And I don’t think any of us wants to see what might happen if we become even more angry, right?”

Tanya met Jamal’s eyes, seeing both the frustration and the anger lurking inside, and yet, she could see the caring in them at the same time. “No…uh…we, we don’t want to see that happen. I can see how upset all of you are. But it’ll be okay.”

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Foreword: Welcome readers! My name is Grant and I enjoy writing, in fact I’ve written four novels as of now, some fantasy, some science fiction. Lately I’ve struggled with depression while pursuing a degree at University so I’ve turned to writing as a splendid pasttime. Exploring sexual topics, notably in writing gets me off like nothing else, and helps ease lots of the stress in my life. Consequently ,after reading many erotic stories on this site, I have decided to try my hand at the genre. There is something innately sexy about the taboo so this story will plunge right into the darkest corners of lust and hopefully leave you quivering with sexual pleasure. I welcome any and all feedback and will upload my story in chapters that will get progressively more and more sexually pleasing.

Disclaimer: * This is sexually explicit material, but it will take time to develop the story before the taboo reaches its peak. Of course it’s understood people reading this are over 18, and that all themes explored in this novel are purely imaginative, that is they will stay in the confines of the mind and not be acted on. I believe porn is a very good sexual release and helps alleviate stress, contribute to sexual satisfaction and actually decrease incidences of actual rape or crimes motivated out of a wish to tangibly enjoy sexuality.*

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Plot Outline:

-Main character is 19, finished high school.
-Sister is 21, works at an insurance firm. (Katie)
-Dad perished in a car accident.
-Mom is 39.

I arrived home and retreated downstairs to my basement. Such was the living conditions established at my home, since I was unemployed and had just finished highschool. The basement was mine to do with as I pleased, posters of halo covered the wall, some depicting forerunner structures, others showing the hero masterchief as he stomped in alien’s skulls and proudly beat back the covenant. Warm incandescent lights glowed near each poster, and a very large 4-poster bed sat in the middle of the room. It was a nice large bed with comfy sheets and pillows, and I had ambitious plans for it. Around the bed was my desk, with skyrim proudly loaded on my laptop. I sat down and toyed with the mouse. My character had beautiful daedric armour that looked like it was forged in the fires of hell. It glowed with an iridescence that no mortal could comprehend and its skeletal ridged helmet made its wearer look like the lord of the universe. I pivoted around with the skyrim character, surveying the landscape from the throat of the world, a towering mountain that loomed over everything. I felt powerful, omnipotent and I had explored dungeons and completed quests and I was powerful.

I could do as I wished and no laws could hold me back. çorum escort I was a God. I enabled a shout for the hell of it and energy shot out of my character, striking a nearby frost troll. Just then, as I moved in for the kill, my Mom yelled from upstairs, “Come help me prepare supper!”

“In a minute!” I retorted as the frost troll and I dueled. The troll whacked me with its huge club but I blocked the impact with a shield and stabbed at the troll with a huge gnarled sword. I slew the troll, picked up a gem and some coins and moved on to attack an incoming horde of enemies.

I was irritated by my Mom constantly wanting me to do chores. After Dad had died the family received plenty of money in a cash settlement. He had been slew by a car and his life insurance awarded us a massive paycheque, well over a million dollars. My Mom was home all the time so she could easily do the chores, or just hire someone. My mom also only gave me a tiny fraction of the paycheque and kept the rest holed up in a bank account. There was no reason why I needed to contribute so much.

My sister, Katie, would have helped out, but she had moved out and was working for an insurance firm. She was very attractive, and looked nothing like me. She was blonde, with huge breasts.

One time, after she had had a shower, I peered in through the door crack and saw her large ample breasts that were crowned with dark brown areole and protruding nipples that stuck out like giant pencil erasers. Her curvy body, and large bulbous ass came together to present a highly desirable women. She had inherited it likely from our mother, who despite her age, 39, was still very attractive. My mother was similar to my sister, but had larger saggier breasts and auburn hair. She also had softer features and stunning blue eyes.

Just as I was thinking about her coincidentally she stuck her head down the basement stairs, her reddish brown hair falling across her face, “Get up here now! I need dinner ready! Enough with your stupid videogames.”

“They are not stupid!” I roared back at her as I slew the last attacking troll and paused the laptop screen. My Mom advanced down the stairs, folding her arms decisively against her cleavage confined in an ugly sweater. Oh god I wanted to tear off that sweater, and let her breasts be free. My Mom saw where my eyes were directed and scowled angrily, “Honestly, get up here now.”

“Fine,” I growled in defeat. I marched up the stairs and settled down for supper. Mom was already at the kitchen table enjoying a dish of spaghetti and pointed at the stove, “I finished it off because you took so long. Just get a dish and join me here.”

A pot of pasta simmered over the stove and I went and served up a generous helping and settled down at the table. I took a few mouthfuls and then paused. My Mom denizli escort was glaring at me, “We need a talk,” she said, she paused, shoveling more pasta into her mouth, “You need to go get a job and contribute to society. Your sister is off working for an insurance agency, you need to go do something like that! You have until tomorrow to make a decision. I’ve mollycoddled you long enough, you need to find a job or I’m evicting you.”

“Huh whaaat?” I said as I choked on spaghetti in surprise.

My Mom glared at me, and brushed a lock of auburn hair from her smooth face, “That’s right. Your sister had it all worked out. You need to find something or at least come up with a plan by tomorrow or I’ll evict you!”

Anger boiled to the surface and a devilish plan began to surface in my subconsciousness. I was going to turn the tables on my own mother so badly that she would regret ever crossing me. For the moment I would play along but tonight I was going to start off my plan with a bang. I pretended to take the news solemnly, as I knew any other reaction would arouse suspicion.

“But mom!” I protested. I angrily gathered up my plate and stormed downstairs. I set my dish next to skyrim, still paused on my laptop, and that was when my mom made a grave mistake. She stepped downstairs into my basement. I opened up my desk and took out a camera, scissors and duct tape and rope and subtly stuffed the contents in my clothes. Then I walked over toward my Mom, brushed past her and bolted the basement door shut.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Making you my slave.” I retorted as I quickly overpowered her, pushed her to the ground and duct taped her mouth shut. She hyperventilated through her nose and her blue eyes were filled with panic as she lay on the ground. I leaned over and fastened rope tightly around her arms. Then I cut off two sections of rope and tied them on to her ankles. She tried to scream but the noise did not register through the duct tape that was expertly applied around her mouth and lower chin several times, wound in a circle that covered the back of her head too. She looked so utterly helpless, flailing around on the basement carpet floor. She wore a dress and that ugly sweater, and I intended to have fun with her, take many photos and blackmail her so no one would ever find out she was my personal sex slave.

I kicked her in the side and leaned close to her face and whispered, “Just calm down and relax and this will go over smoothly.” Her eyes flashed with panic and I pushed her over close to my bed and tied her legs to a bedpost, so they were spread out. She squirmed and flinched but was powerless as I peered into her dress. I cut away her underwear, exposing her tender pussy. There was a great deal of hair concentrated there so I went to the basement washroom düzce escort and brought over my shaving cream and a razor. She tried to move but I held her still by pressing my knees against her lower abdomen, and I shaved her pussy bare. I stuck my face into her vagina and she went wild, thrashing like a fish out of water. I smiled, enjoying her discomfort. I retracted out from between her legs and snapped a photo with my camera.

Then I set my camera on my bed and like a wild animal I tore off her blouse and ugly sweater. Her huge round breasts stood out like soccerballs sewn to her chest, crowned by glorious nipples that were beginning to lactate in arousal. I could smell the sweet breast milk and I sucked one of the nipples into my mouth, draining her breast of copious amounts of milk. Then I gave her other breast similar attention and wiped the creamy whiteness from around my lips. I pulled back her skirt and felt her nice round ass. I dug my fingernails into it and was rewarded when she convulsed with pain, then I stripped off my pants and thrust my raging cock deep into my mother’s pussy. It slid in easily because she was so aroused by now. I rammed my rock deep into her over and over again as I suckled at her breasts. I felt an unbelievable amount of cum rush out of my dick and into my mother, so much so that it began to leak out and lubricate the sex further. My Mom could be heard grunting audibly through her nose as she enjoyed the sick twisted incest. My Mom’s juices flowed out of her pussy, mingling with my sticky cum and I finally orgasmed. In the moment of my pleasure I bit down hard on my mother’s breasts, and a huge volume of frothy milk spurted forth. An inferno of warmth and absolute pleasure swelled out of the tip of my cock and enveloped me. I could feel like mother’s pussy convulse under me as she simultaneously orgasmed too. Her muscles tightened around my rock, and then loosened, several times and it was unbelievably intimate and sensual. I finally pulled out of her and snapped several more photographs.

Then I whispered into her ear and she listened calmly, exhausted from the tremendous mutual orgasms we had shared, “You are now my slave. You will do as I say or I will send all the photographs to all your friends and post them to the internet and ruin your life. Your pussy and tits belong to me. Tomorrow we will go to the bank, and buy you a collar and a milking stand, so you can be a true and proper slut. From now on your name is slut. Understand?”

Slut nodded weakly and I stripped off the tape and she gasped for air.

“I understand,” she gasped weakly, her cheeks flushed from the exertions.

“Good,” I said, “Now come into bed with your master.”

I untied the ropes and she weakly followed me into the large 4-poster bed and lay down, accepting her role as a subservient slut. I straddled my legs around her and placed my cock back into her vagina where it belonged. She sobbed bitterly but was powerless against my will as I sucked on her breasts and leaked more cum into her swollen slit. Slowly day faded into night and the warmth of my slave’s body seemed to merge with my own.

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