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Liza lay sleeping. Her long red hair fanned across the pillow. Her body barely covered by the sheet. Even covered by the sheet Leon could see the swell of her large breasts. She smiled a little in her sleep and he wondered if she was thinking of the heated passion they shared the night before.

Leon didn’t want to wake her, but he was hard just from thinking about the passionate sex from the night before. He thought about kissing and how it was just not enough. They removed each others clothes, very quickly. He wanted to see her naked body. He wanted to feel her full breasts, to suck them. She wanted him just as much. She put her hand around his rock hard cock and he thought he would explode. She surprised him then by kneeling down in front of him.

Liza ran her tongue over her lips slightly and looked up at him. He moaned in anticipation. She lightly flicked her tongue over the head of his cock and he closed his eyes and ran his hands through her hair. Leon wanted to push his dick hard into her mouth but he let her lead. She opened her mouth and took the head into her mouth, her tongue moving seductively over the tip as she took him further into her mouth. He continued touching her hair, stroking her face and her shoulders as she continued to administer sweet torture. She took more of him. Slowly sliding her mouth down over his cock, caressing his balls and his legs and his backside as she sucked him, faster and faster, she sucked on his hard dick.

He knew he was close to cumming, but he didn’t want to…yet. He pulled her up and laid her back onto the bed. He lightly kissed her lips and slowly moved to her neck. Then he kissed her breasts, very slowly moving towards the nipple and finally taking her nipple into escort topkapı his mouth. He gently nibbled on her nipple and then switched to her other tit. She moaned as his teeth grazed her nipples and he grinned just a little because now he was doing sweet torture to her.

She twisted slightly as though trying to draw their bodies closer, but not quite yet. He moves lower and lightly licks her navel, and then lower…kissing and licking her inner thighs. Then he very slowly flicks his tongue over her clit. He takes great pleasure in the sharp intake of her breath. She slid just slightly back but he knows that she is enjoying him lapping and licking and sucking at her wet cunt. She spreads her legs just slightly allowing him better access to her sweetness. He slides his tongue further into her very hot wetness, and then faster as he tongue fucks her cunt. She moaned as he took her clit and sucked it into his mouth slightly. She twisted with the pleasure of being so close to her climax, but he stopped. He wanted to share that pleasure together. He rose above her and let the head of his now throbbing cock touch her wetness.

She looked right into his eyes. He wanted her to be sure. He could see in her eyes that she wanted him to fuck her as much he wanted to fuck her. He slid fully into her and enjoyed her very hot wet pussy swallowing the length of his cock. She brought her hips up slightly in welcome to his thrust. He drew out a little then rocked back in, but he was now in urgent need. He fucked her faster, and harder, slamming his rock hard dick into her pussy. She slid her nails up his back. He knew she was about to cum for him as her nails went just slightly deeper into his skin. escort güngören She arched her back and her eyes rolled back as she exploded. Leon thrust his hard cock once more into her wet pussy and exploded his hot cum into her already dripping wet cunt.

He lay exhausted on her and she smiled at him. He started to move his weight off her, but she held him close to her. That was only the first round of their very passionate night. Looking at her now while she slept and his cock getting harder…he was surprised that he had anything left in him, but he did. He wanted her again.

While he had drifted off in his thoughts she had rolled over. The bare skin of her ass was now exposed and the way one of her legs laid slightly off the edge gave him full view of her pussy. He wondered if he should wake her, cover her up, or just let her sleep as she was. Leon’s desire got the best of him and he slid his hand down her back ever so gently, down over her full rounded backside and finally to his surprise, her very wet pussy. He slid his index finger into her wetness and pulled it back out. She squirmed just a bit. He slid two fingers into her and took pleasure in stroking her velvety wetness. He thrust his fingers into her pussy a little faster and inserted a third finger. She was enjoying this. She was making sexy erotic noises in her sleep.

He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and she whimpered like something was wrong. Leon licked her pussy juice off his fingers and couldn’t wait any more. He moved over her and slid his cock into her pussy from behind. He didn’t go slowly this time…he moved like a man possessed. He pushed into her hard. The sudden invasion into her most intimate escort güneşli area jolted her awake. He couldn’t stop now even if he tried. Luckily she realized what was happening and liked it…a lot. She raided her buttocks up so that he could plunge into her deeper and harder. He wanted fast and hard this time. There were no kisses, no caresses, no tenderness…just raw SEX. There were no words, just grunts of animal passion as he slammed his cock harder and harder into her swollen wet pussy. It wasn’t enough though. As he slammed his dick in her pussy he eyed her as sticking up and wanted a piece of that ass.

They hadn’t talked about anal sex and he didn’t know if she would be for or against being fucked up the ass. He pulled his cock out of her wet pussy, and with no more than the wetness from her pussy juice, he placed the head of his dick near her ass hole. She whimpered in protest, but he didn’t stop. Leon pushed the head of his cock into her tight ass and Liza begged him not to because she never had before. He pushed the rest of his cock into her tight ass and once he felt the flexing of her muscles around his dick and knew she was relaxing he began to fuck her ass. He pumped his hard dick in her tight ass. New feelings washed over Liza and she began to push her ass into Leon’s every thrust. She began stroking her wet pussy while she got fucked up the ass for the first time. As his orgasm over took him, he made a guttural, animal like growl and with one more hard thrust he exploded into her just as she let out a series of whimpers as her body was racked with orgasm.

She collapsed face down on the bed, breathing hard and he lay next to her. He stroked her hair and rubbed her back not saying a word. Then he laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes…not sleeping, just resting. She sat up and began to massage him. It was one of the best massages he had ever had. While she stroked his hair and gave him a massage, he drifted off into a very peaceful slumber. She smiles slightly…he wouldn’t be sleeping long…lol.

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You stand at the sink, water running, in a loose sweater and jeans. You always look so good in jeans, such a fine ass, such lovely curves. I step behind you and lightly run my hand across your fanny, making you giggle. You know how much I enjoy “trapping” you at the sink, how hard it makes it for you to do the dishes, how much more fun it is when I play.

My lips brush your neck. I slowly move upwards to your earlobe and pull it gently into my mouth. I suck on it until I hear you moan just a little, then release. Back down your neck, up again, with light fleeting touches on your skin I kiss you.

I slowly bring my hands around your waist, to squeeze you to me, pressing myself against your ass. You wriggle, pushing back towards me, your firm butt rubbing my cock. I brush my fingertips along the sides of your breasts through the sweater, barely touching you. Another moan, and you press harder against me. Your earlobe back in my mouth I nibble on it, softly at first then more firmly. I cup your breasts in my hands, filling my palms with your firm globes. I squeeze them together and you tilt your head back and groan. Your eyes are closed, your mouth is open, and cutlery clatters into the sink.

You lift your sweater, dripping from where it has hung into the sink. I slide my hands under it, reaching for your breasts. I lift them, bounce them in my hands for a moment and press them hard against you. I take your nipples between my fingertips, rolling them back and forth through the fabric. You have one of my favorite bras on, sheer and flimsy, and I can hold your nipples tightly. I pinch and release, over and over, all escort arnavutköy the while licking and kissing your ear. We grind our bodies together to the rhythm of my pinches. Your breaths are quick and shallow, your moans soft, your nipples hard.

You pull the sweater over your head, and turn towards me. With your arms in the air your tits are exposed to me in all their glory. I press my lips between them, and you pull my head in deeper. I inhale you; the fine aroma of your perfume so carelessly traced in your cleavage as you dressed this morning, the heady scent of your flesh, tangy and slightly sweet from perspiration.

Your skin is soft, warm and moist. I lick your breasts slowly, tracing lines and circles along the edge of your bra, teasing as I force my tongue towards a nipple. You reach behind yourself and unclasp the bra. As I back away you slowly let it fall, revealing yourself to me. Your firm pink nipples thrust towards me, and I kiss them, first one then the other and then the first again. Tiny kisses, just a quick touch of the lips and then gone, off to tease the other.

My hands are on your ass now, rubbing and squeezing. I run my fingers along the seam, barely between your legs. Your pants are damp. I kiss you, our lips hard against our teeth, our tongues meeting. You try to push your hand between us, searching for my cock, but I press my hips against yours and stop you.

I kneel in front of you, tugging at your zipper, pulling your pants to your knees. Your panties are soaked, and the scent of your juices intoxicates me. I kiss you and suck the wet escort fatih fabric into my mouth. With my teeth I pull your panties down as far as I can, then help you step out of them.

I quickly clear the counter, and you hop on it, gingerly balancing yourself. I push your knees apart, opening your pussy wide. You shaved this morning and the deep pink lips glisten with moisture. You have such a beautiful cunt, fat brown outer lips and delicate pink inner folds. I lean forward and place my lips on your belly, kissing it hard. I trace a line down your stomach with my tongue, running a quick circle around your navel before continuing. I breathe deeply, pulling your essence into me. I pause at your mound, and move to your thigh. Little kisses, little bites, little licks and I slip down your leg, holding it in the air as I move to your foot. I suck your big toe into my mouth, and play on it with my tongue, always watching you.

I reach for your hand, take it and place it between your legs. I start to rub your fingers on your clit, still sucking your toe, still watching you. You take up the motion, pressing your clit, sliding between your lips, putting a little show on for me. You know I love to watch you masturbate. I change feet, licking the sole of your other, watching your fingers get wetter. I begin to kiss down your leg towards your shining fingers and waiting cunt.

When I reach your hand I kiss it, kiss your fingers, lick them. I use my tongue to push your fingers into your cunt, then gently pull with my teeth so you withdraw them. I lick them off, savoring the delicious taste. escort beşiktaş I lick your lips; you quiver and wet my face with a gush. I drink in your cum, and lick harder. I find your clit and flick it with my tongue. You pull the folds aside and I suck it into my mouth flicking it again and again. Your clit swells in my mouth, hardens like a little cock. I trace patterns around it with my tongue, and pull it deep into my mouth.

I push two fingers into you. I twist and wiggle them, touching all the smooth soft parts of your inner cunt until I find that hard spot inside you. As I lick your clit I rub there as it gets harder and you cum again, your juices dripping down my hand.

I unzip my pants, drop them to the floor and kick them aside. I grab my cock and rub it against your lips. You squirt all over me, a warm flood on my hand and balls. God that makes me crazy!! I have to fuck you! I pull you to the edge of the counter and slip my cock into you. You wrap your legs around my waist and pull me to you, guiding my thrusts with them. We kiss, hard and deep, almost forgetting to breathe. There is nothing but our two sweaty bodies, joined in passion.

You squirt again. It electrifies me, spurs me on. I thrust faster, as hard as I can, wanting to make you cum again and again. I kiss your breasts, your neck, your mouth. We get louder and louder as we fuck.

I’m going crazy. I have to cum or my head will explode. I want to be so deep inside you when I do. I press myself as hard as I can into you and cum.

We’re both panting like animals. I have to push you back onto the counter. You’re making those little whimpering sounds I like so much, and my knees are giving out. I collapse against you and we hug tightly. We’re quiet, gathering ourselves, catching our breath. You notice how wet the floor and my legs are and we laugh about the mess we need to clean up.

But we don’t move. Not yet. This is the best part. 🙂

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I’ve always been a dreamer. More in the sense of having my head so far in the clouds that I couldn’t attend to the practical aspects of everyday life than that of having an abundance of the phantasmagoria accompanying sleep. I teach American and English literature so in the former sense of the word my life hasn’t been impacted too severely. And, with regard to the latter sense, the truth is that for most of my life I’ve only remembered bits and pieces of the wondrous flow of images and sensory input that entered my slumbers.

Sometime in the 1970s I read the books of Carlos Castaneda and was attracted to his discussions of dreaming consciously and guiding your dreams. A faint hunger for that kind of experience rumbled below consciousness through the years. Then, almost nine months ago, in a used bookstore, I caught sight of a book by Stephen LaBerge titled Lucid Dreaming and the faint hunger expanded into an aching void. I read the book with care over the period of about a month and then began to practice the techniques.

It was a long tedious haul. There were many times I almost gave up. My forbearing wife, Anita, observed my antics with an amused exasperation. Over the course of our long marriage she’s suffered through a multitude of my enthusiasms; some short lived and some extending for years. This one at least, she told me with a short laugh, she could sleep through.

I’d been practicing the techniques described by Dr. LaBerge for a little over four months with minimal success when it happened. At first I thought I was awake. But then, recalling that I’d crossed the room in a fraction of a second, I realized that I’d achieved my goal. I looked at my hands. They glowed in a way I’d never seen before. I looked toward the window. The late spring sun was peeking over the horizon. In another split second I was outside, floating above the lawn. Now I had the freedom but I didn’t know what to do.

I decided to try flying. In an instant I was soaring above the neighborhood. I remembered having these dreams as a kid and how much I’d loved them. I sailed over the house of our neighbors, Hector and Eileen, and I realized I was thinking of Eileen. And there I was in their bedroom. Hector lay sprawled on his back, snoring softly. Eileen was curled in a fetal position, facing away from him. They both were nude.

They’d moved into this house, two doors down from us, almost four years ago. And ever since the day I’d first seen her standing in their driveway wearing a bright yellow dress I’d carried a small torch for her, one with an intense flame. No one knew of this torch. Not Eileen, I was certain. But many times over the years its heat had warmed my heart. Never, until now, had I seen Eileen naked. I liked what I saw. I flitted to her side of the bed and looked down at her sleeping form. I wondered if I was seeing Eileen or was imagining, in my dream state, what she might look like.

Then, with a shock, I realized her eyes were open. They were focused on me. We stared at each other for what seemed like centuries.

“Can you see me?” I whispered cautiously. Afraid of the answer.

“Holy shit. This is too weird,” she muttered. Or thought. Or something. Her lips didn’t move.

“Can you see me, Eileen?” I asked again. I was surprised by her thought language because I’d never heard her use obscenity in all the time I’d known her.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom, Arthur?”

“This is a dream, Eileen,” I said, still stunned by her language.

She sat up. Or at least some part of her sat up. A luminescent part. The rest of her remained in its curled up position. “But I can see you, Arthur. Don’t give me that shit. escort taksim What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Look at yourself,” I said, pointing to her recumbent form.

She turned and looked down. “Oh my God. Oh shit. Oh goddamned motherfucking shit!”

“This is a dream,” I whispered. Whatever it’s called when you lower the volume of a telepathic communication.

She looked at me again. “Did you know you’ve got a dream woody, Arthur?”

I looked down at myself. My cock, glowing like my hands had, was stiff. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable. I looked at Eileen. She was looking at my cock.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you,” I said. I didn’t seem to be able to help myself.

“Mmmmmm. I wondered,” she said still gazing at my cock. “You always seemed to act kind of strange when I was around.”

“Was I that obvious?”

She looked up, into my eyes. “No, you weren’t obvious. I was looking for the signs. I’ve had feelings for you too.”

“I think I must be dreaming,” I said. We both laughed.

“Shit this is strange,” she said. “How did this happen?”

“I’ve been trying to have lucid dreams, dreams I consciously control, and I seem to have succeeded. Except I didn’t know it was possible to make contact with other people. That is if you’re really Eileen and not some image created by my imagination.”

“I feel like me,” she said. “Strange, but like me in a strange fucking situation. Are you my neighbor Arthur? Or are you some demon wearing Arthur as a disguise?”

“As far as I can tell I’m your neighbor Arthur. I don’t feel like a demon.”

She floated free of her body, which was still fetally curled, and reached out to grasp my cock. “Mmmmm. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

The sensation wasn’t anything like physical touching. More akin to energy flowing into energy, throwing off twinkling stars like an Independence Day sparkler. I reached out and touched her breast with the same result.

“Oh shit, this is cool,” she said. “I never imagined anything like this was possible in my wildest—“

“Dreams.” I said. We laughed again. Then she took my cock in her mouth and the laughter ended precipitously. The nerves, or whatever, in our astral, or whatever, bodies must correspond pretty closely to our physical bodies because feeling her mouth around my cock took me to another planet entirely.

It was at this moment that Hector’s alarm clock went off. If we’d been in our physical, or whatever, bodies I think I might very well have lost my penis given the amount of pressure, ethereal as it was, I felt at that moment. Eileen’s gossamer self jumped back into her body and disappeared. I remained for only a moment longer, long enough to see Hector reach out to slap the button on the clock, glance at his wife’s bare back, and struggle into sitting position at the edge of the bed. Then I too was gone.

The dream, when I awoke, was etched on my consciousness. But, in the full light of day, it didn’t seem real. I retrieved the morning paper and glanced over at Eileen’s house wondering if she was remembering the same images. I was afraid I’d never know. On the other hand I was shocked by the experience, by the intimacy, so another part of me hoped nothing would change. And I think she felt the same way. The few times our paths crossed in the next couple of days neither of us could look the other in the eye. Then one evening when I got home from work I found Anita and Eileen on the back deck drinking margaritas. At one point, while Anita was in the bathroom, Eileen said very quietly, “I had the strangest dream about escort çapa you.”

My heart started pounding. “I know,” I said after a long moment of silence. She looked at me. In the light streaming out of the kitchen window I could see her blush.

“I apologize for my language,” she said. “I can’t seem control myself in dreams the way I can in real life.”

“I wondered about that,” I said.

Anita returned and nothing more was said on the subject.

I continued to experiment with my dreams but it was six weeks before I worked up the nerve to visit Eileen again. Anita had organized a BBQ bash at our house and Eileen, Hector, and their two young sons, were invited along with several other neighborhood families. So, on the night before the party, I suppose because she was in my thoughts, I was once again in her bedroom. Her dream body, or whatever it was, popped up the moment I appeared.

“Oh, I was hoping you’d come,” she said. Or thought.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want me to,” I said.

“Oh Arthur. Arthur. I’ve been longing for you ever since the last time. I’ve wanted you so much. I’ve been driving Hector crazy, fucking him every which way I can think of. But shit, it’s not the same. I think of how it felt to have your hard dream cock in my mouth and the juice runs down my legs.”

A man doesn’t get many invitations like this in his life. I reached out to her and our bodies flowed together. It wasn’t penetration in the usual sense but rather a combining, a commingling, an interconnecting on the deepest levels, becoming One in a way impossible for physical bodies. We weren’t a man and a woman. We were two playful erotic energies joined in a ball of pleasure. We were two children before the age of sexual division frolicking with a marvelous new toy with wholehearted delight. Two puppies wrestling in the grass.

We soon realized that gravity was not a concern. Not long after that we became aware that a shared thought could take us anywhere. We ended up on a Florida beach, hovering like butterflies. Our eyes were wide open, with me feeling her pleasure knowing she was feeling mine.

“Is this how they fuck in heaven?” She asked.

“Do they fuck in heaven?” Was my response.

“Well, fucking is heavenly, isn’t it?”

“This is fucking heavenly, yes.”

“Are you saying I’m a heavenly fuck? How sweet.”

“Fucking A.” I grunted.

“Shut up, for heaven’s sake, and fuck me.” She sighed.

There wasn’t the familiar building up to an abrupt orgasmic release but rather a growing intensity, like the turning of a rheostat, that reached a powerful crescendo and then slowly subsided. It was like being immersed in warm honey and then stimulated with the vibrations of a billion angel’s wings. It wasn’t me feeling this. It was Us feeling this. And sharing that mutual feeling was the deepest pleasure of all. We were One in the profoundest pleasure possible.

“Oh.” Eileen exclaimed, once the vibrations had died away. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I was speechless. We were lying naked in the sand under the blazing sun, cuddling together. 2300 miles away Hector’s goddamned alarm clock went off and Eileen was jerked out of my arms. Then I too was drawn back.

“You must have had quite a dream,” Anita said, leering across the breakfast table. “You splooged all over my butt last night. Or, more precisely, this morning.”

I looked at her startled, a shamed little boy welling up inside me, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m razzing you, honey. But it better have been me you were dreaming about,” she said with an edgy gleam in her eye. I wasn’t sure how escort şişli serious she was.

“Of course it was,” I said, lying and knowing she knew I was lying. She just laughed.

Most of the rest of the day was spent preparing for the BBQ. I often found myself recalling the magical time with Eileen and smiling. Not just smiling but humming and walking with a bounce in my step.

“That must have been quite some dream,” Anita said again, late in the afternoon, just before the guests were scheduled to arrive. The little boy welled up once more and I wilted. “Hey, honey, I’m teasing you,” she said, seeing my distress. “I don’t care who it was. I kind of got a kick out of seeing you so excited.”

That only made me feel worse.

And then we were caught in the whirlwind of our invited guests arriving. I focused on greeting the men while Anita took care of the women and children. I avoided Eileen but could sense her hurt and bewilderment. Later, after everyone had eaten and the party had settled down to rambling conversation, I went into the bathroom in the master bedroom to take a leak and found Eileen sitting on the bed I shared with Anita when I came out. I stopped cold.

“What’s the matter Arthur? You haven’t said two words to me.”

“I don’t like cheating on Anita,” I said

“Oh, are we having an affair?”

“Physically, no, but mentally I have to say yes.”

“Well, no one I know is a mind reader that I’m aware of so I think we’re safe.”

“You want to keep doing it?” I asked.

“God yes. Don’t you, Arthur? It feels so incredible.”

“Yes, it does. But I do feel guilty. I’ve never cheated on Anita.”

“It was a dream. Haven’t you had wet dreams before?”

“Yessssss.”

“Did you feel guilty?”

“No,” I said softly.

“Well, this is the same thing.”

“Not exactly. Those other dreams were simply dreams. This is real in a weird kind of way. I mean, we’re here in my bedroom talking about a sex dream we had together for God’s sake.”

“But it was still a dream, nothing more. No one’s going to catch us in flagrante delicto. I’m not going to get pregnant.”

“I don’t know Eileen. I have to think about it.”

It hurt to see the look of disappointment on her face. She looked as if she was about to cry. I turned away and for most of the evening my thoughts were in turmoil.

And then I watched my small daughter caught up in playing with her friends, all of them running around the yard, their faces glowing with joy. Like puppies, playing in the grass.

Not long after that I took Anita aside. And told her the whole story. I could tell she didn’t believe me, that she thought I was describing a run of the mill wet dream.

“Honey, I’m not jealous of your dreams,” she said. “I’m glad you’re having fun. But if you touch Eileen in the here and now I will break off your arm and beat you with it. Comprender?”

“Yes, dear.”

She gave me a good humored scowl.

“And darling, I’m going to try to meet you in my dreams the way I did with Eileen.” I told her.

“I can’t wait,” she said, clearly unimpressed. I knew that if I succeeded she might extend the prohibition against touching Eileen into the dream world as well but I’d wait to cross that bridge when it appeared.

One of the traditions of these gatherings was for me to bring out my guitar and accompany a sing-a-long around a fire winking and sparking in the fire pit. And tonight I played for almost three hours before people began to nod off. So, for the last song of the evening I began plunking out the chords of the Huddie Ledbetter classic. I saw a secret happy smile cross Eileen’s face as she recognized the words I began to sing. The others heard the standard version but with the simple substitution of a single syllable she and I heard something different.

Eileen goodnight, Eileen goodnight

goodnight Eileen, goodnight Eileen

I’ll be with you in my dreams.

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It was a stormy summer night and I was lost. I could barely see through the rain pounding my windshield. Thunder rumbled and lightening cracked sending bright flashing bolts across the sky. It had been a hot humid day of driving and I should have arrived at my friend, Jake’s house an hour ago but the directions were vague and I must have missed a turn-off. It was dark and windy and I couldn’t make out addresses or road signs but could tell I was in an isolated farm area because houses were far apart with no lights on.

The gas gauge dropped below empty. I hoped that if I kept going I would find a highway and a gas station. I was tense, not sure what to do and cursed my bad luck and stupidity for missing the turn-off sign. I had been traveling since dawn and needed a new scene after being laid off from my architect job and breaking up with my bitch of a girl friend for the second and final time.

I had just passing a farm house and saw a light on when I heard my car sputter, choke and come to a slow stop. I drifted over to the side of the road. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, the rain beating down on my car like a loud snare drum. I had Triple A road service but knew my cell phone would not work. I wondered if I should go into the farm house I just passed to see if I could use their phone. It was late but at least a light was on. I assumed someone was still up.

Fortunately, the farm house wasn’t too far off the road. I got out of my car and dashed through the rain up to the porch and knocked on the door, thinking how lucky I was to find a house with a light on. It took a minute or two before the door opened and I was stunned to see a young woman that took my breath away. At first I could not speak when I saw her thick dark hair tied in two long braided pigtails, her large green eyes, her tits straining the low cut white peasant blouse. She wore the tightest, shortest faded jean cut-offs I had ever seen and was barefooted. Even in the dark I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples poking at the thin material of her blouse. She was dazzling with olive colored skin.

“I just ran out of gas and I’m lost– can I use your phone?” I asked, trying to hide my astonishment.

“Yes. Come in out of the rain,” she said with a foreign accent I did not recognize. She opened the door wider and smiled, looking into my eyes as if she was glad to see me. “Yes, you can use the phone.”

I tried not to be obvious but I could not take my eyes off her tits then her long bare legs and the tight cut-offs gripping her pussy and straining at her hips then her large green eyes and smile. “Man, she’s hot looking,” I thought. I immediately wanted to fuck her. “Sorry to bother you,” I said, trying to be polite and not frighten her—a stranger suddenly appearing.

“No problem,” she said as I stepped in and she closed the door. “The phone is in the kitchen. Follow me.” She spoke good English but sounded European and I couldn’t place the accent.

She turned and walked towards the kitchen and I could not take my eyes off her round swaying ass stretching the faded cut-offs causing me to swallow and my cock to twitch. “What an ass,” I thought, dazzled by her body. I was so turned on, unable to believe my good luck and followed quietly, not wanting to betray my sudden lust.

She turned around looking into my eyes, a smile flickering on her lips as if she knew where I was looking and liked it. “The phone is over there,” she said pointing to a black wall phone, a little smile still on her lips when she looked at me.

“Thanks. I just want to call road service then I can wait in the car.”

“Go and call but it will be a long wait.” She paused looking into my eyes then smiled, “You can wait in here. I won’t mind.”

Her accent was alluring. Where was she from I wondered. But it was the way she looked at me and smiled when she said, “I won’t mind,” that definitely had a sexual edge and I sensed something was happening between us.

“Thanks,” I said, our eyes met,lingering then drifted away as I went to the phone. She then went over to the kitchen counter where she had a bottle of red wine and a half filled glass. I picked up the phone, looking at her body, the tight cut-offs, her face, the long pigtails made her look both innocent and very sexy at the same time.

I watched her pick up her glass of wine and gulp it down. I could see by the half filled bottle that she had been drinking before I arrived. She looked at me over the rim of her glass as she sipped, leaning back against the kitchen counter, her bare legs spread slightly apart,the seam of her tight cut-offs pressed against her mound, revealing the outline of her pussy. I could not believe how hot she looked and wondered where this would lead.

I took out my road service card from my wallet, picked up the receiver and got ready to dial when I noticed there was no dial tone. I pressed my finger down on the button several times trying to get a sound but the phone was dead.

I turned back and looked over at her pouring more wine, escort ataköy noticing how she was looking at me, that mysterious smile on her lips. My eyes skimmed her slim body, her smooth legs, her nipples poking through the low cut white peasant blouse sitting low on her shoulders revealing a good amount of cleavage. I could not believe how sexy she looked, drinking her wine, twirling one of the pigtails around her finger, looking at me holding the phone. My cock was hard. “Phone’s dead!”

“Too bad. It goes out often around here. Looks like you are stranded.” “Not a bad place to be stranded,” I responded, returning her smile and looking at her playing with her pigtails. “Are you alone here?”

“Yes, my husband is away on business, as usual. I’m all alone.”

“So you’re married?”

“Yes. I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess?” I looked at her, my eyes drifting up and down her luscious body. I couldn’t help it. The way she was drinking wine and looking at me was extremely sexy.

She noticed my eyes roving her body. “Well, we’re married but, well let’s say he’s married to the farm and his business dealings. He doesn’t give me what I need. Not that he could even if he wanted to. He’s much older than me.” She smiled, pouring more wine and lifted the bottle up to me. “Want some.”

“Sure. Thanks. If I’m stranded I might as well take advantage of the situation,”I said,looking at her crotch gripped by the tight faded cut-offs. She saw where I was looking and smiled.

She filled a juice glass and held it up to me. “We do not have fancy glasses on the farm.”

I stepped closer and took the glass of wine from her. We clicked glasses but didn’t say anything, our eyes probing each other’s eyes, as we sipped, standing close.

“What did you mean you want to take advantage of the situation?” she asked, smiling slightly then took another sip of her wine, looking at me over the rim of her glass.

“You know what I mean,” I said, deciding to be bold, sensing she wanted to play a dangerous game of seduction.

She nodded, smiled, looking at me as she sipped her wine. Both of us were quiet, gazing at each other then her eyes moved down to the bulge in my jeans which I did not try to hide then back into my eyes. She smiled biting her lower lip then took another swallow of wine, finished it then poured herself more wine. I could see she was getting drunk. I finished mine and held my glass out for her to pour me some more.”Might as well get drunk,” I said as she filled my glass.

“Yes,” she said, looking hungrily into my eyes. “Let’s get drunk.”

Suddenly a huge roar of thunder rolled through the sky followed by the sharp crack and yellow glare of lightening. The lights flickered and went out. She immediately picked up a box of matches and slithered past me, grazing my hip with her hip and went to the round kitchen table lighting several candles, casting a dim glow.

“I am always prepared. Lights go out much around here,” she said, her accent intriguing me.

I stepped towards her,standing close as we stood by the table in the flickering candle light, surrounded by darkness. Lifting our glasses, we took deep sips, feeling the sexual tension, not sure how to proceed but the anticipation was intense; my throbbing hard cock was straining my jeans. We drank our wine looking at each other, not speaking. Suddenly she put her empty glass down on the table, stepped closer and leaned her body into mine, pressing her tits against my chest, her lips close to my lips, her smiling green eyes looking seductively into mine. Suddenly she placed her hand on my cock, rubbing me through my jeans forcing a moan from my mouth.

Surprised at her aggressiveness,I placed my hand on top of hers, holding it against my hard cock then suddenly with my other hand I grabbed her jean covered pussy, cupping it just as aggressively in the palm of my hand, looking into her eyes.

Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, thrusting her pelvis against my hand while squeezing my cock harder, more intensely.

I then rubbed her pussy harder, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit through her tight cut offs bringing another moan from her lips. She suddenly grabbed my balls in the palm of her, gripping them as if saying “your cock is mine.”

I could not believe this was happening but here we were looking lustfully into each others eyes, not speaking. She tightened her hand on my balls while I forcefully gripped her mound, rubbing her pussy harder both of us feeling pure animal lust, our eyes burning into each others eyes, knowing we were desperate to take each other and fuck.

She let go of my balls then again quickly moved her hand up and down my hard cock.”Mmmmmmm–nice and hard,” she whispered, moving her lips closer to mine, looking into my eyes. “I want this!”

“You do, do you?” I said, gripping her pussy, rubbing her harder with the palm of my hand, both of us daring the other to do something more aggressive. We were both hungry sexual predators waiting to escort şirinevler see who would conquer the other.

“I’m drunk,” she said.

“Good! I am too” I put my glass down next to hers then suddenly reached behind her, grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing it and pulling her against my throbbing cock, grinding into her jean covered pussy.

Her round firm ass felt so good in my hands, the soft tight denim, the frayed edges of her cutoff, our sudden lust growing from the wine. She spread her legs wider apart and arched her back thrusting her pussy against my cock, grinding and sliding up and down my bulging cock like a pole in a strip club.

“Ohhhh you feel so good. So hard,” she said, her accent making the words sound hotter. “I want this! I want it!”she said,grinding and sliding harder and hungrier up and down my cock, my fingers squeezing and digging into ass.

Suddenly, she stood up and pushed me back against the edge of the table then got down on her knees, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling down the zipper, grabbing my cock. “Good! No underwear,” she said, gripping my cock in her fist then moved her warm tongue aggressively up and down the underside, making hungry, slurping sounds. “Mmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she licked my hard cock.

“Suck my cock, Suck it!”

Grabbing the base of my cock, putting the head in her mouth, she bobbed up and down, devouring my cock, hungry moaning sounds coming from her mouth. “Man, she’s horny,” I thought loving how she was attacking my cock.

“”Come on, suck my cock you slut!” I shouted, surprised I said that. I couldn’t believe my luck to find a drunk, sexy hungry woman in the middle of nowhere and here we were ten minutes after arriving getting ready to fuck each other silly. How could this be happening to me? Who was this sexy woman with the foreign accent? I grabbed the back of her head, gripping her thick dark hair in my fingers as she took my cock deeper and I started thrusting, fucking her hot mouth. She moved her mouth up and down faster, harder with each thrust. I closed my eyes feeling cum boiling, ready to explode as she devoured my cock like a sex-crazed fiend. Wanting to last longer, I suddenly pulled my cock out of her mouth, saliva dripping from her lips and grabbed her arms, lifting and twisting her body then roughly pushed her face down on the kitchen table.

“Ohhh Yes!” she screamed reaching her hands to grab the other end of the table.

Loving how her ass stretched the thin tight cut offs, her ass cheeks showing below the ragged edge, her bare legs spread wide apart. I straddled her, pressing my hard cock against her, humping her ass.

She turned her head to look at me, our eyes meeting. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to give it to me hard, don’t you?

‘I love your ass,” I yelled, humping and grinding my throbbing cock into the crack of her ass through her tight cut-offs. “I’m going to fuck your brains out!”

“No you’re not,” she yelled.

“Oh yes I am,” I shouted back then suddenly grabbed the waist band, my fingers in the loops of her cut-offs, trying to pull them off of her. I wanted to fuck her so bad. “Get these off!”

“No!” she shouted, surprising me. “Stop!” She started squirming, pushing back, trying to get away. “Stop!” she shouted. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t! Let me go! Get off of me you fucking bastard!”

Stunned I knew I couldn’t stop and suddenly realized the game she was playing. She was a tease—a cock tease. She was playing a game, wanting to tease me, get me so hot and horny that I would be forced to take her even harder.

“I’m not letting you go. I know what you want!”

“No! Let me go! Let me go. You can’t do this to me.” She squirmed, pushing her self off the table. I felt her strength as she bucked hard, shoving, backing me up then quickly squirmed away, trying to run past me. “You can’t fuck me! I’m married.”

I grabbed her wrists as she tried to get away. “You’re not going anywhere, you slut!” I shouted, pulling her as she also pulled in the opposite direction, fighting me, determined to break loose. We were in a tug-of-war. I saw the fake fury in her eyes.

“Let go!” she screamed, fighting to get away. “Let go—you can’t do this—Let me go you bastard!”

“No way! You started this you little fucking tease. You can’t play games with me.” I gripped her wrist pulling her, knowing I was stronger. I stepped closer, grabbing her and wrapping my arms around her as she squirmed and struggled, pounding my chest with her fists. “Let go!” she screamed. I moved my hands to her ass, grasping her tightly and roughly pulled her against my throbbing cock, grinding into her tightly covered pussy as she arched back. “I know what you want you little teasing slut.”

She kept pounding my chest with her fists. “Stop! Stop!” she screamed.

I gripped her ass tighter, squeezing it, grinding my cock into her, the barrier of our jeans making me want her more, made me hump her harder, made me want escort halkalı to rip off her cut-offs sand take her on the kitchen floor.

I pushed her ass hard against the table, bending her, forcing her to lay on her back, her legs wide apart, her bare feet on the floor. I stood between her legs, grinding my cock harder, shoving the seam into her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you!”

“No! No!” she screamed. “Let me go! Let me go! You can’t fuck me!”

“Yes I can. You started this. You can’t play your cock teasing games with me and get away with it. I know what a drunk slut like you wants.”

Suddenly, squirming and sliding back on the table, she lifted her bare feet to my chest and kicked hard, pushing me back with her strong legs, forcing me to let her go. As I grabbed at her, she jumped off the table, pushing me fiercely with her arms and dashed out of the kitchen, down the dark hall, laughing.

It was dark and I didn’t know my way around the house. I picked up the candle deciding to play her little cat and mouse game, knowing how horny she was. “We’ll see who wins this game!” I shouted, walking after her down the dark hall, my cock hanging out of my jeans.

Hearing her laughing as she ran, I followed, walking down the hall in the dim candle light. Thunder roared and bolts of lighting cracked sending a quick flare. I saw her at the other end of the hall, opening a door, looking back at me before disappearing into the dark room.

I made my way down the narrow hall, holding the candle, my cock still hard. Standing in the doorway, I saw her light another candle on the table then get on the bed. Leaning back against the pillows, her legs bent, her knees wide apart, her hand squeezed inside her unbuttoned tight cut-offs, fingering her pussy. She smiled, moving her tongue sensually on her lips as I came closer. She looked up at me then bit her lower lip, her hand moving harder inside the tight crotch of her cut-offs. She smiled at me, looking hot and knowing it.

Without a word, I put my candle on the table next to hers and got on the bed, my knees between her wide open legs, my big fat hard cock hanging out of my unzipped jeans. I saw her looking at it, her tongue licking her lips. I moved closer to her, hovering over her, holding my cock just above her hand inside her cut-offs, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. I looked down watching her fucking herself while she looked at my hard cock in my fist.

“You want this cock don’t you?”

“And you want this cunt!

We look hungrily into each others eyes, my hand gripping my cock, her hand squeezed into her tight cut offs, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy making slushy sucking sounds. I wanted her but I wanted to drive her crazy. We stared at each other, smiling, knowing we were playing a dangerous game, teasing and tantalizing each other. Another loud rumble of thunder, a flashing crack of lightening, the hard rain pounding against the windows added electricity to our lust as we looked into each others eyes, our animalistic lust building, my fist gripping my cock moving faster up and down, jerking off just above her fingers fucking herself, straining the tight wet crotch of her cut-offs, her mouth open as she fucked herself faster, harder both of us getting closer, on the verge of exploding.

The room was dark except for the dim light from the candles. Suddenly, I grabbed her hand, pulling it out of her pussy, gripping it then grabbed her other hand and lifted her arms high above her head, holding them in mine against the headboard causing her tits to strain her tight blouse, her nipples hard, my cock just above her pussy, her legs bent and spread wide apart. She suddenly lifted her ass off the bed, thrusting her tight jean covered pussy towards my cock. I backed away, keeping my cock above her as she reached desperately for it. I wanted to tease her, play with her, drive her insane, turn this sex-starved woman into a wanton wildcat who would fuck me like I’ve never been fucked.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Don’t do this to me!” she screamed, lifting her ass higher off the bed, arching her back, straining to reach my cock.

“See what happens when you play games with me,” I said, looking into her hungry eyes. I held her hands tightly against the headboard, my cock hovering above her half opened jeans as she arched, straining desperately to get my cock.

Suddenly, I let go of her hands and quickly reached under her and grabbed her ass, lifting her off the bed, pulling and holding her hard against my cock I could not believe how much I wanted to thrust deep into her pussy and take her. Suddenly, I pounced on her, driving her back to the pillows, my hands still gripping her ass, the length of my hard cock grinding into her jean covered pussy. She let go of the headboard, grabbing my ass, holding me against her, grinding into me as I humped her, fucking her through her half opened cut-offs. No longer were we playing games. This was drunk, raw, lust.

Letting go of her ass, I grabbed the waist band of her cut-offs, pulling hard. She lifted her ass, squirming, helping me get them over her hips. I peeled them down her smooth legs then tossed them across the room while she pushed frantically at my jeans, forcing them off of me. I squirmed out of them and threw them over my head, her loud voice screaming “Take me! Take me!”

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I was sitting at my desk on the phone with my boss talking about important business when my male secretary, a very strong and handsome man came in with some papers for me to sign. He crossed the floor and placed them on my desk. He looked angry with me and I gave him a questioningly look, to which he returned with a smile.

I watched with interest as he came around to my side of the desk and lifted me up and placed me on the desk. He then sat in my chair. I was about to say something with my boss need me to talk to him about something. I had to answer the boss.

Soon I was in grossed in the conversation ignoring my mischievous secretary until I felt his hands on my thighs as he lifted up my skirt. I smacked his hands away but he continued to shove my skirt up around my hips. He then moved his chair closer and spread my legs, within seconds he had ripped my pants off, making me make grunt with force of it all. Again I had to answer the question of my boss, knowing what my secretary was about to. I closed my eyes and waited, I could feel his breath at my junction between my thighs. I felt his tongue flick my clit. Instant, shock waves ran through me. I could feel myself becoming very wet as he continues escort bakırköy to massage my clit with his tongue. I tried to wiggle away from his tongue so I could talk properly but he wrapped his arm around my bum and pulled me closer. He places his tongue inside and began imitating a penis driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm coming my gasps were becoming obvious. I knew this was exactly what wanted as he stepped up his movement. I came gushing over his tongue he seemed to love it lapping it up. He got up and smiled and left the room as if nothing had happened between them.

I continued my conversation with my boss, and waited till home time when we would be alone to confront him about his actions. Praying my boss on the other end would not be suspicious. But what happened just moments ago couldn’t happen again.

I called him in with every intention of scolding him for taking such liberties with me. As soon as he walked in he picked me up and placed me on the desk scattering the papers, the phone everything on my desk to the floor, before I could protest his strong lips were over mine and he was lying on top of me. With one thrust he was inside escort bahçelievler me fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked.

I enjoyed it, the strength his body to pick me up so effortless thrilled me, the way his penis buck against me drove me wild. In short violent thrusts, each time driving in has deep as he could. His tongue drugged me creating swirling sensations in my stomach. The way he kissed me made me feel like I was his everything.

He leaned up and took me with him, so that I was now sitting up on the edge of the desk as he drove into me. He pushed me down on the desk taking my thigh and holding them as he stood at the end of the desk still pounding me. He didn’t speak he just moaned with me as if he was enjoying the friction he was creating. He was a considered lover as he didn’t come inside me instead he pulled out and replaced his penis with his tongue until I came once again over his mouth. I watched as he jerked himself until he came all over the floor.

“James I really must protest” I began but he hadn’t finished with me. He covered me with is lips and began rubbing himself on me driving me wild. I could feel him harden escort zeytinburnu again.

“Again?” I managed to ask in between his drugging kiss.

He nodded with a smile. “You’ve been naught ignoring me all day?”

“No I haven’t,” I replied innocently,

“I think you have,” he said entering me slowly.

“Are you going to punish me?” I asked as he pushed himself deep within me causing a soft moan to escape me lips. His movements were slow and deliberate.

“I’m going to fuck you until you cum, I want my name on your lips.”

“James” I whispered feeling such power as he closed his eyes and thrusted his hips sharply into me. Then pulled out slowly and pushed in extra slowly until I whispered

“James” into his ear, the next thrust was sharp telling me what I need to do.

I continued to say his name as he thrusted into me with deep violent bursts. I loved watching his face as he pierced me. Soon I could only manage as whisper as my orgasm built to its climax. As it burst I called his name, and he smiled. He then pumped hard and quick in me keeping it going, making me scream again. I could feel his orgasm coming.

“Cum in me now” I begged afraid he withdraw.

He smiled as he bucked hard then stiffened his body jerked as his inside me, His “OH God” was so delicious.

“Now James” I began in my authoritative tone, “I think I will ignore you again tomorrow.” I said breathlessly as we both got dressed.

“You better” he said with a brief kiss before he left the office.

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Sooner or later there comes a time in some young men’s lives when their perception of their Mother will change. She will go from being just Mom to something more primal, something more sexual. It’s impossible to say what will trigger this change, a fleeting glimpse of an exposed breast, a Mother’s sweet embrace that lasted just a little bit too long, or perhaps by nothing at all. Hormones will rage and imaginations will take flight when the demons whisper that anything is possible. When this transition will occur is anybody’s guess. For Timothy Green it was just about to happen.

Sarah Green was stretched out on the couch still dressed in her work clothes, a pale blue silk blouse and knee length black skirt. On her legs she wore tan stockings held up by an old-fashioned white garter belt. She loved the way the garter belt made her feel sexy. She’d gotten home from the office where she was a legal secretary around five-thirty and went about her normal routine. After placing her purse on the stand near the front door and hanging up her blazer, she’d gone into the kitchen and made dinner. She’d decided since it was Friday she’d treat herself to a few glasses of wine. A few had turned into several. Frustrated with trying to find something to watch she had switched off the TV and just enjoyed the quiet time and the wine. Without realizing it she had slowly slid down on the couch and drifted off with her head propped on the arm of it. The darker the room got, the deeper she slept.

He felt cursed. First his girlfriend that he had been living with decided she no longer liked their arrangement. Since the place was in her name he had been forced to ask his Mom if he could stay at her house until he could find a place of his own. The thought of being twenty-one and living with his Mother didn’t sit too well with him. Then, to make matters worse his boss at the lumber mill informed him that he was going to be working the swing shift for a couple months. That was two weeks ago. So instead of getting home at a decent hour he was trudging into the house closer to midnight. His Mom had taken it upon herself to make sure he had a meal waiting for him when he got home. All he had to do was throw it into the microwave.

As was his routine he entered the house through the back door and went straight to the kitchen after getting home. He placed the plate of food in the microwave, took a beer out of the fridge and drank several swallows. It wasn’t long before the dinger on the microwave chimed. After devouring the food and putting his dish in the dishwasher he downed the beer and took another to sip in the front room. Like most nights he was bone tired. He figured he’d drink the beer, watch a little TV then jump in the shower before turning in. He was grateful that he had the next two days off.

Timothy made his way to the front room, the light from the kitchen barely illuminating the end of the couch. He sat down and reached up to the lamp on the end table and turned it on. The light from the 40-watt bulb lit up the couch and some of the surrounding area. He turned and started to reach for the remote that was always kept on the coffee table when he saw his Mother lying there. His breath caught in his throat. His Mother was on her back with one arm draped over her eyes and the other one was dangling off the side of the couch. She had spread her outside leg over enough that her foot had fallen to the floor while her other leg was bent at the knee and leaning against the back of the couch. Her skirt was hiked up to the point that Timothy could clearly see her crotch. She had on a pair of pale blue satin panties that almost matched the color of her blouse. Somehow the panties had worked their way into her cleft leaving her puffy outer lips exposed. The sight of her lightly furred lips combined with the garter belt had an immediate impact on him. He felt his penis begin to swell. Shame washed over him instantly. This was his Mother he was looking at. Never in his life had he thought of her in any way other than as the woman who gave him life and unconditional love. But now his thoughts were taking a disturbing turn. Try as he might he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her exposed crotch, nor could he stop the blood from rushing to his cock. Disgusted with himself he stood, gazed one more time at his Mother’s partially exposed womanhood, and then fled back to the safety of the kitchen. He leaned against the counter near the sink and gulped down the beer. His emotions were torn between the love he felt for his Mom and the pure unadulterated lust that swelled in his pants. He got another beer from the fridge then leaned back against the counter sipping it slowly, praying his penis would deflate quickly.

Sarah heard her son come into the room and sit down. She opened her eyes just enough to peek under the arm she had over her face. As soon as the light came on she realized how obscenely she was laying, but for some reason chose not to do anything about it. She watched her boy turn his head and spy her wanton display. His eyes grew wide and the hand holding his beer began to tremble, but he didn’t look away. She noticed the look of hunger on his face; zonguldak escort the same look of hunger his Dad used to get before they made love. She felt a tiny spark seep into her pussy, she was sure she was getting wet. When her son stood up the spark almost turned into a flame. His pants were bulged way out in front. She felt the increase in her vaginal secretions. This was so wrong she told herself. How could her own son be arousing her? Granted, it had been some time since she’d felt a man, any man, inside her. Five years to be exact. That’s how long it has been since Mike, her husband of more than twenty years, had died in an auto accident. As soon as Tim was out of the room she jumped up and raced to her bedroom.

Timothy struggled with his emotions for a bit before deciding to return to the front room. His mind fought with the idea of gazing at his Mother’s charms some more, or being a good son and covering her up. He wasn’t about to wake her. If he did he was sure she would know that he’d been looking at things he shouldn’t be looking at. Relief washed over him when he saw that she was no longer on the couch. He sat down and sipped at his beer, the image of her nearly naked crotch burned into his brain.

Sarah quietly shut the door to her darkened bedroom then leaned back against it. Her hands were clasped together at her chest and her heart was racing. She couldn’t get the image of her sons bulge out of her head. Nor could she quell the tingling in her vagina. What’s wrong with you, that is your son you’re lusting over she reminded herself. Shaking her head to clear away the whispering demons of lust, she flipped on the light and walked over in front of her dresser mirror. Slowly she began to undress. When everything was at a heap around her feet she glanced in the mirror and studied her figure. Her eyes lingered over her breasts capped with large dark brown areolas. She was proud of them. Even at forty-three they still hung firm and full on her chest. She wasn’t surprised to see that her eraser-sized nipples were stiff. Her eyes traveled over the smooth flat stomach and down to the modest, trimmed brown bush on her mound. One hand came up and lightly touched a nipple. It was super sensitive. She shuddered. She shuddered once more when the same hand went down over her tummy and found her mound, the middle fingertip making contact with her aroused clitoris. She pressed the finger tighter against the bud. The small orgasm that followed caught her completely by surprise. The demons in her head whispered their approval.

Timothy Green was fighting his own whispering demons. You want what you saw, don’t you, they whispered over and over. Disgust, shame and lust ripped through him at the same time. Frustrated he finished his beer and went to the bathroom next to his Mother’s bedroom. Not thinking he forgot to shut the door all the way before he stripped and climbed under the water in the shower. As he lathered himself up the picture of his Mom’s pussy pushed to the front of his brain. By the time he started to lather up his genitalia his cock was almost completely hard. The slickness of the soap combined with the warmth of his hand felt too good. Closing his eyes he let his fingers wrap around the thick shaft of his penis and he started slowly stroking it.

Sarah threw on her fluffy floor length robe and stepped out of her bedroom. She was going to see if Tim was still up. Maybe if she talked with him then the unhealthy urge would purge itself from her being. As she neared the bathroom she noticed the door was ajar and the water was running. The demons whispered loudly. Slowly she inched the door further open until she was able to see the shower stall. The droplets of water on the clear glass door did nothing to mask the sight of her son. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell upon Tim’s hand stroking what appeared to be a seven-inch penis that was hard and thick. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. As if her hand had a mind of its own she reached into the opening at the top of her robe and touched her fingertips to the stiff ripe nipple of her right breast. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips.

Timothy heard the gasp and opened his eyes to slits. His hand worked his cock as his head tilted just enough to see the bathroom door. The sight of his Mother standing in the doorway with one hand over her mouth and the other one hidden inside the folds of her robe caused him to swell even more. He knew he should stop what he was doing, but knowing that his Mom was watching him masturbate only heightened the pleasure he was feeling. He closed his eyes again and started stroking his cock faster and faster. The mental image of his Mother’s nakedness danced in his head while the demons whispered their encouragement. Turning to face the shower door he opened his eyes and stared directly at her, just as the largest load of semen he’d ever shot blasted against the clear glass door and ran down the front of it. The demons in his head whispered their delight as his knees buckled and he slumped back against the shower wall, his hand pumping the last vestiges of cum from his balls.

The flame bursa escort in Sarah Green’s pussy ignited as she watched her son’s sperm run down the front of the shower door. Her pussy quivered and fluid seeped out to dribble down the inside of her thighs. She choked back a moan as she ran to her bedroom. As soon as she had her door shut she flung off her robe, flipped off the light and jumped onto the bed. She bit down on the knuckles of one hand as she shoved two fingers from the other deep into her soaked slit. The demons whispered merrily as her back arched off the bed and her body stiffened, caught in the throes of the most exquisite orgasm that she’d ever experienced.

Timothy felt guilt ridden as he made his way to the kitchen the next morning in just his robe. How was he going to explain his actions to his Mother? What had possessed him to continue whacking off when he knew his Mother was watching? And what about the dreams that had caused him to toss and turn all night? Vile dreams of ravaging his Mother in every possible position. He almost fled when he saw her sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Sarah greeted her son.

“Morning Mom,” he replied sheepishly.

“Something wrong Tim?”

“Nah, just didn’t sleep too well. How bout you?”

“I slept like a rock,” she answered, tipping her cup up to hide the tiny smile playing on her lips.

It was true; she had slept like a rock. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well. Now all she had to do was get through the day without acknowledging what took place in the bathroom. She was pretty sure that Tim wouldn’t bring it up. Judging by the way he avoided looking her in the eyes, she was sure he was feeling rather embarrassed. If he did mention her standing there she’d just tell him she didn’t see anything. Plus she could chastise him for leaving the bathroom door open while he was showering. Problem solved. She rose and fetched the coffee carafe.

Timothy watched her walk over and pick up the carafe then turn and head toward the table. She poured herself another cup then leaned across the table to fill his cup. As she poured the top of her fluffy robe opened enough that Tim could see the swell of each breasts. He tried to avert his eyes before she caught him looking but didn’t quite make it. His face reddened when he noticed her staring at him. After sitting back down she asked if he had any plans for the day. When he told her he didn’t she asked if he wanted to hang out with her by the pool. He started to say no, but the demons whispered yes.

“Sure, that sounds like fun Mom,” poured out.

“Good. I’ve got some shopping to do first, but I should be done by two.”

Sarah finished her coffee and went to change. She could feel her sensitive nipples scrapping against the fabric of her robe as she headed to her bedroom. She knew her son had seen her breasts when she’d bent over. She also knew that she’d done it deliberately. What she was having trouble with was figuring out why she’d done it. Just like she couldn’t figure out why she had this overpowering urge to buy a new swimsuit, perhaps something a little more provocative than her standard two-piece. A chill crept down her spine as she brushed her short brown hair. Tim was still sitting at the table when she left.

The inflatable raft bobbed lazily as Timothy lay on his back staring up at the clear blue sky. His Mom had returned a short time ago and went straight to her room. He had set up a pitcher of iced tea on the patio table then grabbed the raft and lowered himself into the cool water. Getting on the raft was a lot harder than it had been when he was a kid. Hearing the sliding glass door to the patio open he turned his head and saw his Mother walking toward the pool. Normally she wore a two-piece outfit that left a lot to the imagination. What she was wearing now had his mouth drooping open and his eyes as big around as saucers. The slinky black suit’s top was two small triangles of fabric that barely covered her nipples, the white soft swell of her breasts spilling out on either side. When she turned to place her towel on one of the chaise lounges he could see her round firm ass cheeks. He couldn’t believe that she was wearing a thong. His trunks were suddenly getting uncomfortable in the groin area.

She turned and smiled at him, her soft brown eyes hidden behind the lenses of her large sunglasses. The look on his face and the growing bulge in his pants told her all she needed to know. The demons in the back of her mind giggled. She slipped out of her sandals and went to the corner of the pool to use the stairs. Her son’s eyes never left her as she wadded into the pool, going in only far enough for the water to crest over her chest. Once wet she stepped back out and laid down on the lounge with her towel under her. She couldn’t help but laugh when he tried to shift position and tipped the raft over.

Timothy swallowed a mouthful of water as he went under. When he surfaced he heard her laughter over his coughing. Making his way to the side of the pool he propped malatya escort his arms on the edge and said very funny. This brought a new round of laughter from her so contagious that he couldn’t help but join in. His eyes lingered over her as he waited for the swelling in his pants to go down enough to safely get out of the pool. It took a while. Instead of hauling himself out over the side he used the stairs like she had done.

Sarah couldn’t help but admire his muscular body as he climbed out of the pool. He was so much like his Father when he’d been that age. He was tall, almost six-foot, with a lean and chiseled physique. His curly brown hair was plastered to his head and his bright green eyes, another gift from his Dad, sparkled with life. Her heart skipped a beat as he climbed out of the pool and headed her way. The closer he got, the more pronounced the tingling in her pussy became. She watched him stop and fill two glasses with tea then walk over to stand above her. He handed one to her but made no move to leave or sit down. She took the glass and sipped the tea. She could see his eyes roaming over her nearly naked body.

“Like my new suit?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah…it’s uh…it’s uh,” he stammered.

“It’s what?” she asked, feigning concern. “You don’t think I’m too old for it, do you?”

“God no! You look good in it. I mean like…Wow!” he managed to reply, the bulge in his pants returning.

“Thanks,” she whispered huskily, closing her eyes to block the sight of his bulging manhood.

The rest of the day went by too swiftly for both of them. Each had spent most of their time at the pool secretly admiring the other. Afterwards they’d changed, him in worn sweats and a t-shirt and her in cut-off jeans with an oversized man’s button down shirt. Dinner was ordered through the local pizza place, followed by an evening of watching television snuggled up against each other. Talk was kept to a minimum, each caught up in their own thoughts. Sleep was a long time coming for each of them as they lay in their beds trying to ignore the demons whispers.

Timothy slept well past noon. When he finally stumbled into the kitchen he found a note from his Mom. Some kind of mix-up at the office needed fixing. She wrote that she should be home in time for dinner, but wasn’t positive. A wave of relief washed over him. He knew he couldn’t see her in that swim suit again and not do something stupid. His thoughts about his Mother were spiraling out of control. The demons in his mind were constantly whispering suggestions to him. Suggestions so lewd and outrageous that he was sure he would lose his mind for even considering any of them. Instead of hanging around the house he went over to a friends. They ended up going clubbing later in hopes of getting lucky with the girls. By eleven Timothy was passed out on his friends couch while his friend snored on the floor in front of the TV.

Timothy started his workweek off with a hangover. He didn’t mind; he was just grateful that his schedule allowed him to avoid running into his Mother. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her. Quite the opposite, he loved her too much. He just didn’t trust himself around her. He would never be able to forgive himself if he did something to jeopardize their relationship. By mid-week the whispers died down in his head. When Friday rolled around they were silent.

Sarah lay in her bed with the door open listening to her son going about his normal routine. Since her husband’s death she’d been unable to sleep with the door closed. The only drawback to leaving it open was she had to be conservative in what she wore to bed. Even though he didn’t know it, she was aware that Tim always checked on her before he turned in for the night. She’d gotten used to sleeping with a nightlight on so he could see that she was okay. Most times he’d just stand in the doorway looking in, but occasionally he would come to the side of the bed, pull her covers around her shoulders and plant a dainty kiss on her forehead before leaving. This week had been no exception; only this week she’d been awake each time he’d done it. Tonight she’d do what she’d done all week; she would lie there pretending to be asleep. Only this time she would be almost naked under the covers. Her nipples grew stiff from anticipation as the demons whispered their excitement.

He finished his meal, put away his mess and retired to the front room. Tonight he drank a glass of wine instead of a beer. He didn’t bother turning the television on, he sat quietly sipping the wine and enjoying the silence around him. It felt good not having the demons whispering inside his head. For thirty minutes he slumped back on the couch sipping the wine and letting his tired muscles relax. Placing the empty glass on the coffee table he headed down the hall, but instead of checking on his Mother he decided to shower first. He let the hot water cascade over his body loosening his muscles even more than the wine had. Finished he dried off and wrapped the damp towel around his waist. He stepped out of the bathroom and started heading to his room for something to wear. For reason he couldn’t explain, he decided to check on his Mom first. The small glow of her nightlight grew brighter as he approached her door. When he reached the threshold he saw her lying on her side facing the door, the covers up around her shoulders. He smiled to himself, his heart filling with love. She looked so beautiful lying there.

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Cindy and I awoke the next morning, nearly oversleeping her first session. We managed to grab a bagel at the hotel breakfast bar and set out for the clinic. What I saw out of her when pitching was something I hadn’t before. She had a constant grin on her face. She was also throwing harder and more accurately than the day before.

By day’s end, national powerhouse UCLA was basically begging for her to play for them. With her brother Alex already attending there, I told her she couldn’t refuse the offer. It would mean she’d get to play for one of the nation’s best college programs, have her brother there to protect her and go from living in the upper Midwest to sunny California.

We got back to the hotel after hashing out all the details with the Bruins’ assistant coach. Cindy didn’t seem as joyous as one would expect. “What’s wrong sweetie?” I asked.

“Daddy, I just got you and now I’m going to leave you for four years,” she blurted out, frustrated while she started to tear up. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“Cindy, I know we love each other, but you’re going to have to live your own life. There’s nothing for you softball-wise where we live.”

After a pause where I searched for an answer in her face, I finally added, hoping to cheer her up, “Besides, you still have your senior year of high school to go before you go away.”

She looked up at me through her now-wet eyes and broke into a huge smile. They say a year in teenage years is equal to like 10 adult years, so the prospect of being with me for the next year seemed good enough for the time being.

She walked over to me; we hugged like father and daughter before I slid my hands down to her ass. She was still in her softball attire, her hair in a pony tail and dirty from sweating. I didn’t care; I needed her right now and then. I kissed her deeply, lifting her off the ground briefly as I firmly pulled upward on her ass cheeks. They were so full, taut and perfectly shaped.

We made love as passionately as the night before, but much longer this time. The excitement of the moment the night before did not allow me to hold back, but this time I showed her all the pleasure of being made love to. I drove her to the brink of orgasms only to slow up, drawing curses from her as she begged “please, please Daddy, fuck me.”

Afterward, Cindy managed to ruin the post-sex fethiye escort euphoria once again and ask what we were going to do when we got home. I covered my face with my hands, sighed loudly and proclaimed “I don’t know.” Cindy obviously expected more from her father, but in the rush of the last 18 hours or so, the only thinking I had done was with my lower head. After a minute, I added, “Let’s worry about it when we get home.” She agreed not to think about the future when the present was so delightful.

With the deal to UCLA in the bag, we decided there was no reason to stay the rest of the camp. But instead of going home, we decided to take advantage of our freedom in sunny Florida during the summer and head to the beach. Needless to say, we drew a few stares from some unapproving, stuck-up folks, but though she was my daughter by law, we were not flesh and blood. We were no different than any other couple with a generational age gap.

After three days of the beach and making love morning and night, we flew back home. On the flight, Cindy was apparently feeling a bit naughty. She whispered my ear, as she squeezed my cock thought my pants, “Daddy, fuck me in the bathroom.”

The thought of putting my daughter in the mile-high club had not crossed my mind before that, but was certainly something I couldn’t pass up. We managed to get in the crammed bathroom compartment unnoticed, or at least I thought. Cindy had apparently planned this out as I soon found out she wore no underwear under her dress, a light, flowery summer number. I pulled my already rigid cock out and sank it deep inside her as she propped one of her long legs up against the wall. I squeezed her breasts as I tried to get as deep as possible. “Fuck me from behind, Daddy.”

She turned around and spread her legs as wide as she could. This was much easier as I was able to get my full length inside her. I had no clue how sound-proof these things were, so I gave her my finger to bite down on as she grew increasingly noisier. I was pounding her hard when she bit down with what appeared to be all her might; she was being rocked by no doubt her most powerful orgasm yet. It turns out, sex with Daddy was a thrilling, taboo thing to her, but sex where you’re not supposed to have it combined with the incest element drove alanya escort her over the edge.

She finally came down from the orgasm, panting and sweating. Her dress, pulled up around her waste was actually beginning to cling to her sweaty body. I had slowed my pace after she came, but picked it back up and was cumming in no time. I exploded deep inside her, trying to stifle my groans, no doubt to little avail from the stares we received from a few passengers on the way back to our seats.

It mattered not to us, however. We were in our own little world. Toward the end of our flight, which was scheduled to land around 11 p.m., Cindy managed to jack me off as I laid a blanket across my lap. We went undetected — again, so I thought — in the darkened cabin. When I whispered I was cumming, she dove under the blanket and took as much of my load as she could in her mouth. She sat back up quickly, smiled at me, opened her mouth to show me her prize and then swallowed it.

Jennifer greeted us at the airport, giving Cindy an enormous bear hug, congratulating her on the scholarship. Jennifer and I briefly embraced, giving each other a peck on the lips. It was what our relationship had been reduced to before the trip. It no doubt played a role in my decision to give in to Cindy.

Seeing Jennifer made us both melancholy as we knew we had to now deal with the reality of the situation. We got home from the airport about 2 a.m., threw our bags in the living room and all headed off for bed. I wanted Cindy to be in bed with me. It turns out as she later confided in me, she was now fiercely jealous of her mother being in bed with her love.

I knew the immediately solution — well, it wasn’t necessarily a solution — was that we’d sneak around and fuck behind Jennifer’s back. But though on the surface our relationship appeared to be a sexual whirlwind with nothing deeper, we were, in fact, deeply in love and wanted to be with each other as a couple, not like a couple of teens sneaking around.

Had Cindy not taken care of me twice on the plane, I probably would’ve been driven to sneak off to her bedroom. But, I was indeed quite tired and asleep in no time. The next day was Sunday, so we had to be up for church. Though I was very much an agnostic, Jennifer was a devout Christian. manavgat escort But because I was apathetic toward religion and figured the kids could make their own decisions about it, I figured she could raise them how she saw fit.

We arrived at church and Cindy sat in between me and Jennifer as usual. I knew today might be our last chance to have sex for a while because Alex was due home from summer school at UCLA and I had to return to work tomorrow morning. It was my turn to do something naughty. After about 20 minutes of sleep-inducing preaching, I whispered to Cindy to open her Bible. I pretended to explain a passage to her in hushed tones. Then I quickly and quietly told her to go to the restroom area and wait for me.

Cindy excused herself a minute later; I waited five minutes before doing so myself. I quickly opened the men’s room and looked in — all clear. I pulled Cindy in, kissing her before the door was closed. She was clearly stunned by my intentions, but not at all against them. We quickly headed for the stall farthest from the door. After we kissed for a minute, she pulled out my cock and began sucking it. “We don’t have much time,” I breathed heavily as I leaned against the wall.

After she had me fully hard, she turned around and braced her self while bending over. I pulled up her mild-mannered skirt and saw she had on underwear. “Don’t ever wear underwear again when you’re around me. Got that?”

“Yes Daddy,” she said. “Now fuck me.”

I pulled them down to her ankles. I had to eat her pussy for a minute; she tasted so sweet. So I dove in, surprising her. I nearly brought her to an orgasm, but pulled away knowing that by doing so, her upcoming cock-induced orgasm would be earth-shattering. I fucked her fast and hard from the start; it only took two minutes before she came and me shortly after. “Jesus Christ,” she yelled. I smirked at the irony of the comment. I again unloaded deep in her pussy then ordered her to take off her underwear.

I left the bathroom first, throwing her underwear in the trash on the way out. After yelling back it was all clear, she bolted out. We returned to the pew together and were greeted by a stern, “where-have-you-been” stare from Jennifer. As we left church, I thought I dedetected a dried substance on Cindy’s calf.

When we returned home, Jennifer began fixing lunch while Cindy and I went upstairs to unpack our things. As I unpacked, I realized much like when a young couple gets together, the sex is usually the thing that runs the relationship early on. Being in my 40s, I figured what rush into a long-term commitment, even if I knew that’s where we were headed. It was how to get there that was the problem.

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With that shaping the man that he is today, Jay remembers the sexual affair he had with his mother.

In defense of his incestuous relationship that Jay had with his mother, with him unremorseful, unrepentant, and unregretful that he had sex with his mother, their brief, sexual affair was more than just incest. Their brief, sexual affair was more than just a mother having incestuous sex with her son. Deeper than any physical, emotional, and sexual relationship he’s ever had, the sex they had was more than just blind lust.

Shocking to anyone not in their incestuous situation, their romance was more about love than it was about sex. In the way that he’s never loved any other woman as much, not his wife and not even his daughter, he loved his mother and she loved him. Only, by crossing the incestuous line and opening Pandora’s Box, unable to ever go back, if they’re guilty of anything, they’re guilty of loving one another a little too much.

Who knows what would have happened between them had she not been taken so early in life in that fatal, car accident. He was only 18-years-old when she died. Unashamed and unembarrassed to admit his incestuous love for her, he never loved another woman in the way that he loved his mother.

His mother was not only a saint, she was his sexual Goddess. The first woman he had sex with, she took his virginity when he turned eighteen. Back then, she was the leading lady of his life. She was his biggest movie star. What Elizabeth Taylor was to Richard Burton and Maureen O’Hara was to John Wayne, his mother was to him.

Looking back at it now, her having sex with him was something she never would have done had she not known was going to prematurely die. Yet, unless she had a dream, a premonition, or had planned on committing suicide, how would she know that in less than 24-hours she’d be dead? As her final goodbye, the night before her fatal car crash, tragically befitting as if a sexy scene written in a Eugene O’Neill, Arthur Miller, or Tennessee Williams play, she had sex with him.

Ever since that tragic day, he’s been riddled with guilt and remorse not because he had sex with his mother but because she died the day after their incestuous affair. Even though he knew he had nothing to do with her dying, he somehow felt responsible for her death. What helped him make peace with her dying was truly believing that having sex with his mother had nothing to do with her death. What helped him make peace with her dying was truly believing that her having sex with him was her gift for him to always remember her and never forget her. What gave him peace and the strength to survive, to persevere, and to flourish without her was in knowing that she loved him as much as he loved her and that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

Yet with remorse eating away at him, he still somehow blamed himself for the untimely death of his mother. Always wondering what happened, he drove himself crazy speculating her frame of mind before the tragic accident. Maybe she felt guilty that she had sex with her son and purposely drove her car into a tree. Maybe preoccupied thinking about having sex with him the night before those troubling thoughts caused her to drive her car off the road the next day. Maybe it was as simple as her having a blowout and losing control of her car. Not knowing what preceded her driving into a tree, he didn’t know how it happened.

Back then, few cars had air bags in the way that all cars have air bags today. Even if her car was equipped with an air bag, he didn’t think that an air bag would have saved her. Unlike hitting a wall head-on where the energy is dissipated across the width of the car’s entire front end, hitting a pole or a tree, head-on focuses the force of all of the energy of the crash in one area, the driver. Hitting a pole, a tree, or even another moving vehicle, due to the energy being greater with two vehicles moving in opposite directions, are usually fatal accidents.

Even though the thought of her committing suicide crossed his mind because of the guilt he felt for having sex with his mother, he believed she may have felt the same guilt too. Yet, he immediately ruled her taking her own life when thinking how happy she was when in bed with him a few hours before. With his mother generally such a happy and well-balanced person, a free spirit, he couldn’t imagine her being sad enough to kill herself. Maybe suddenly saddened over the loss of her husband, with him cheating on her with another woman, she was driving drunk. With there being no witnesses to her fatal accident and with the police not routinely doing toxicology reports back then, when not suspecting foul play, unless he was to exhume her body, he’d never know what really happened.

Especially after God decided to take his mother prematurely to Heaven before her time, now that she’s dead, he was just glad that he finally zonguldak escort got to sexually experience his mother after lusting over her and loving her for so long. Seemingly appropriate, he thought of one of his quotes from Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem, In Memoriam A.H.H. that he recently learned in English Literature class.

“I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to love and lost than never to have loved at all.”

Most definitely, in this era of broken homes and absentee parents, he was lucky to have his mother by his side. In this era of abandoned children and foster care, he was lucky to have a mother who loved him, truly loved him. He was lucky to have loved his mother than to never have loved her at all. Yet, it was one thing for him to love his mother but quite another thing for him to make love to his mother. Now that she’s gone, unremorseful that they had sex, he was glad that they did. The last memory he has of her alive, he remembers that night that they were intimately together as if it happened last night instead of nearly thirty years ago.

* * * * *

Unbeknownst to him, she was already in bed when he lightly knocked on her closed, bedroom door. His pretense in hoping to catch her indisposed, in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked, he wanted to show her something he found in an old copy of Life magazine. Sometimes, in the way he hoped to catch her without her clothes, he couldn’t help but feel a little like Norman Bates of the Bates Motel in Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho fame. With him not hearing a response, perhaps he knocked too lightly.

“Mom?” He lightly knocked again, a little louder this time. “Are you decent? May I come in?”

His loaded question, are you decent, always evoked a sexual fantasy in him. As always he hoped, he hoped she wasn’t decently dressed at all but invited him inside her bedroom anyway. He’d like nothing more than to see his mother without her clothes. As always he hoped, a sight of her that he’s never seen before, he imagined her being in her bra and panties when he opened her bedroom door. As always he hoped, catching her by surprise and with her turning to stare at him as if she was a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, he imagined her being topless and/or naked.

He imagined seeing her naked tits, her areolas, and her pink nipples. He’d love to see his mother’s tits. He imagined seeing her naked. He imagined seeing her red, bushy pussy and her firm, round ass. He’d love to see her naked. Giving him more to masturbate over, he’d be happy just seeing her in her bra and panty or parading around her bedroom in her sheer, sexy nightgown.

As always he hoped, he imagined her sitting in front of her mirror in her sexy, sheer, low cut nightgown while brushing her beautiful, long, red hair. He imagined walking up to her to stand behind her sitting on her bench at her vanity table. His way of seeing the both sides of her at once, a double delight, whether it was the back of her or the front of her, he enjoyed seeing her reflection in the mirror while he was facing the other side of her. He’d love nothing more than to take the hairbrush from her hand and brush her long, lush, red hair while peering down her nightgown top and hoping to see more than just the tops of her breasts and her cleavage. Imagining that he would, he’d love to see his mother’s areolas and her pink nipples.

As always he imagined, he imagined his mother standing by her bed in her sheer, sexy nightgown and, as if lit up on stage, being illuminated by the brightness of her overhead bedroom light. He imagined seeing the impressions of her pink nipples and her dark, red patch of bushy, pubic hair. He imagined seeing his mother’s naked body through her nearly see-through nightgown as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all. He imagined his mother striking a sexy pose as if she was his favorite movie star and he was a Paparazzi photographer. Only, when he opened her bedroom door, he knew that she’d never deliberately show him any part of her beautiful body. Even with all of his hoping and sexual fantasies over seeing her without her clothes, he knew he’d never see his mother in her bra and panty, topless, naked, or even in her nightgown without her wearing a robe.

He didn’t even remember what it was he wanted to show her, just some pictures in an old magazine he found. Life magazine always took the best pictures. Wanting to show her the magazine was just his excuse to be with her in her bedroom. The magazine was his way that he hoped to catch his mother immodestly indisposed, immorally attired, and/or not properly dressed to receive him, her son, as a guest in her bedroom. Just as he wished he could see his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked, he’d love to see her in her sexy nightgown too.

“Come in,” she said.

As soon as he opened her bedroom door, she burst his sexual bubble when he saw her comfortably sitting in bed reading. He remembered feeling disappointed that bursa escort she was already in bed with the covers covering all that he had hoped to see of her. Sexually excited prematurely, he felt foolish now with Life magazine covering the bulging, incestuous lust that he had for his mother.

“I, um, wanted to show you something in life magazine,” he said staring more at his mother’s cleavage that showed over the blankets than he looked at her pretty face.

With his penis taking a life of its own, hardening itself as if choosing his mother for sex, his semi-erect cock suddenly tented his pajama bottoms. Suddenly embarrassed by her seeing just how much he sexually wanted her, he didn’t know how he’d show her what he wanted her to see in the magazine without her seeing his swelling erection. He remembered being pleasantly surprised and sexually excited when she invited him in her bed.

“Climb in bed with me. We can keep one another warm while you show me the magazine,” she said.

With the heat turned down at night and with it being so cold in her room, she opened the covers for him to climb under them. He couldn’t believe his mother invited him to get under the covers with her. With all of the sexual fantasies he’s had of seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, naked, and/or in her sheer, sexy nightgown, being in bed with his mother was something he never expected to experience.

Being in bed with his mother was nearly as good as seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Maybe he’d accidentally on purpose feel and touch some part of his mother’s body that he’s forbidden to feel and touch. Adding to his lustful desire of wanting to have sex with his mother, when she opened her blanket, he saw more of his mother than he’s ever seen of her before. Seeing what he always imagined seeing of his mother, he saw what no son should ever see of his mother and what no mother should ever show her son of herself.

With her nightgown raised nearly to her waist, past the tops of her shapely thighs, he saw the side of his mother’s naked thigh all the way up to her hip. Then, not believing all that he was seeing, he saw a quick flash of her red, bushy pussy. He saw his mother’s cunt. He couldn’t believe he saw his mother’s cunt. Oh, my God, he’ll be masturbating over that one quick flash of his mother’s red, bushy pussy for the rest of his horny life.

Something he never imagined happening when imagining her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked, he couldn’t believe he was in bed with his mother. Then, once he was in her bed with her, she cuddled him in the way she used to do when she read to him in bed so many years ago. Enjoying the unexpected physical attention, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and hugged him. Forget about her keeping him warm, she made him hot. With the heat of her body warming more than just his body but his sexual passion, he didn’t even need a blanket to keep warm.

Holding him, hugging him, and fawning all over him, as if he was her long lost boyfriend returning home from the military after being stationed overseas, she kissed him on the forehead and on the cheek before she did something totally unexpected but welcomed. She kissed him on the mouth. His mother, the love of his life, kissed him on the mouth. He couldn’t believe his mother kissed him on the mouth. Other than a peck goodnight, a kiss beneath the mistletoe at Christmas, and a kiss on his birthday, his mother never kissed him on the mouth. Sexually alive as if she had plugged his penis in an electrical outlet, he shivered with sexual excitement.

Startled into inaction, before he could even wrap his brain around her kissing him on the mouth, she kissed him on the mouth again. Only this time she French kissed him. His mother French kissed him. He couldn’t believe his mother French kissed him. His mother put her soft, loving hand behind his head, moved her fingers through his chestnut brown hair, parted his lips with her tongue, and stuck her tongue in his mouth.

If it wasn’t surprising enough that she kissed him on the mouth, he was flabbergasted when she not only kissed him again but French kissed him. Shocked and not knowing what to do, his sexual opportunity with his mother missed, he didn’t have the sexual experience or even the presence of mind to return her kiss. With him a virgin, the first time kissing a woman, French kissing a woman, was when he kissed his senior prom date, Grace. Even when thinking about that night now so long ago, he still can’t believe his mother French kissed him. To this day, perhaps because it was his mother’s French kiss but that kiss was the best kiss he’s ever had in his life.

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She was lonely after his father left her for another woman and, in the way that his wife, Ruth, was drinking now, only not nearly as much, his mother started drinking then. Her loneliness was the obvious reason why she slipped him her tongue, no doubt. Maybe she was a little drunk when she kissed malatya escort him but, not remembering the taste of alcohol on her breath and with the memory of her giving him sex so very long ago, he didn’t remember. With her French kiss blanking his mind, he was too overwhelmed and sexually aroused by her kiss to remember anything else in that moment.

Then, kissing and kissing him, she kissed him as if she was kissing his father. Perhaps because he looked so much like his father when he was his age, they made out the same way that he made out with Grace in the backseat of his car after taking her to the senior prom. Afraid to even touch her and feel her in the way that he felt Grace’s tits and reached around her to feel her ass through her prom gown and panties, he didn’t dare touch his mother’s body through her nightgown.

With him trying to justify his incestuous behavior, but only kidding himself, he truly believed that their kisses, even their French kisses were nothing more than loving kisses between a son and his mother. Yet, more sexually inflamed, thinking back on it now, obviously her kisses were much more than that. Her kisses were filled with as much sexual desire as his kisses were filled with incestuous lust for his mother.

As if she was the man and he was the woman, she was hot and was breathing heavily. Surprised that she was seemingly as sexually aroused as he was, he innocently thought that only men became sexually hot and bothered. Perhaps because she was his mother and with him thinking of her as a sainted virgin and his birth an immaculate conception, never did he ever think that his mother was human sexually. Never did he ever think his mother would want sex as much as he wanted sex, especially with him and in the way that he wanted to have sex with her. As if she had a contagious fever, she was sexually excited and her sexual excitement carried over to him. Unable to remove his eyes from them, he remembered seeing the impressions of his mother’s huge nipples through her nightgown.

As soon as he saw the impressions of his mother’s erect nipples, he knew she was sexually aroused. As soon as he saw the impressions of his mother’s erect nipples, he wanted to finger them through her nightgown before reaching his horny hand inside to feel her breasts and fondle her breasts. In the way that he had felt and sucked Grace’s tits on prom night, as soon as he saw the impressions of his mother’s erect nipples, he wanted to suck them. As soon as his mother started kissing him more passionately, he had an erection. Then, with him instinctively rubbing and involuntarily humping his hard, bulging cock up against her soft, naked thigh, he couldn’t believe it when his mother reached her hand down to feel his prick through his pajama bottoms and underwear.

‘Oh, my God!’

His sexual fantasy come true, his mother was fondling his penis through his pajamas and underwear. He couldn’t believe his mother was fondling his cock through his pajamas and underwear. In the way he so wanted to feel his mother’s tits through her nightgown, but with him so afraid to inappropriately, sexually touch her, she was feeling his erect cock through his clothes. Then, sexually shocking him, she slid her hand down into his white, cotton briefs and wrapped her motherly fingers around his cock.

Because he was in bed with his MILF of a mother, the woman of his sexual fantasies, his cock was larger and harder than he ever remembered. None of his masturbation fantasies when using his father’s porn stash made his cock as big, stiff, and as red with blood as it was now. Suddenly proud of his hard prick, he wondered whether his cock was bigger than his father’s cock. He wondered whether his penis was harder, thicker, more veined, and more muscled than what his mother was used to when having sex with his father. Now knowing that his prick felt like in his mother’s hand, he wondered what his cock would feel like in his mother’s mouth while she stroked him and sucked him. Imagining watching her sucking him and sucking him, he’d love nothing more than to show his love for his mother by ejaculating a warm, oozy load of his virginal cum in his mother’s mouth while watching her swallow.

Forget about crossing the incestuous line, when she took his cock in her hot hand, she leapt over the incestuous line. If she was wearing panties, which she wasn’t, she did something he’d never do to her that she just did to him. He’d never slide his hand down in her white panties and finger her pussy in the way she just slid her hand down his underwear to feel his cock. Unable to sexually grope and feel his mother in the way she groped and felt him, with him having mixed feelings and confused emotions about having an incestuous relationship with his mother, he felt as embarrassed as he felt sexually excited.

‘Oh, my God,’ he thought. ‘This can’t be happening. I don’t believe this. I must be dreaming.’

Yet, he wasn’t dreaming and this incestuous affair was really happening. Something he only sexually fantasized happening, his mother was holding his erect prick in her soft hand. He couldn’t believe his mother was holding his erect prick in her warm hand. Whenever he masturbated himself, he always imagined what it would feel like for his mother to hold his stiff prick in her hand and now he knew. It felt wonderful. Her hand felt amazing.

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The college I attended was a well-respected engineering school on the east coast. The problem was it attracted a majority of male students. For the most part the females in school had some kind of issue to prove, like “I’m just as good as any man.” They had the attitudes to go with it. This really put a crimp in the sex life of a college kid.

I was originally from a mid-western city, and I was used to partying every weekend. This college town was really short on friendly females. Parties were mostly for the fraternity members, and even they were still light on girls.

The college town was decent size. It had a central business area and an out-lying residential area. Employment opportunities in this area mostly revolved around the college. Professors, administrators and support staff did all right, but there were few good local jobs. A lot of students had trouble and fought over the few burger joint opportunities.

Through some contacts at school, I learned about a local woman who could be had at a price. She lived on the south end of town. She was highly recommended by some guys I knew. They gave me her phone number and said she was available most days. She preferred that a guy call first.

On my first couple of visits to her house, she and I hit it off real well. She was divorced, and had kids to feed.

Her name was Theresa. She was probably in her late thirties. She had honey colored skin, and coal black curly hair. She was attractive in the face, but her body was starting to show some middle-age spread. She did have a great set of tits!

Theresa was struggling to make ends meet. She worked at a place cleaning-up after closing. Her job didn’t quite support her. She had taken to whoring during the day for the extra money.

Theresa was a sweet person. It seemed life had dealt her some bad cards along the way. Her husband had left her with mouths to feed and went out west, promising to send for her. It seemed that he found someone younger, and just abandoned her and the kids.

I started going to her for a weekly blow-job. I was kind of afraid to actually fuck her. I was worried about catching some kind of disease. I didn’t want to deal with that.

She was an excellent cock-sucker though. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner. She could draw the load out of me, and almost hurt you from the suction. The taste of cum didn’t offend her like many girls I had been with. Theresa always let me cum in her mouth and she swallowed every drop.

I’d pay twenty dollars for a blowjob. For an extra five dollars she’d strip off her top and rub her melon sized tits all over my dick. When I came, she’d hose her tits down with cum and rub it in. If not, she’d swallow my load, and lick my dick clean.

I had been going to see her at least weekly, and we had begun to talk friendly with each other. I think that the fact that I was not rough and didn’t cuss had put her at ease with me.

Usually on Wednesdays, I’d catch the bus to the south side of town. The area she lived in was mostly slum-type houses. Her place was not really dirty or anything, but the furniture was really old and broken down. The house always reeked of some strong food smell that she was preparing for supper that day. The couch in the living room where we usually did it was covered with throw type covers. I imagined the couch fabric underneath was either stained or ripped beyond repair. You could tell there had been no steady man around.

I’d always call first before leaving school. It took about 15 minutes to get to her place. I always felt the money was well worth it. If I could get a date with some girl, I’d probably have to take her to dinner and a movie. And then, I might just get a peck on the cheek, and just a “good night”…if I was lucky! This way, I was guaranteed to get exactly what I really wanted, and probably spent about the same.

Theresa and I got to be a regular thing. She seemed to prefer to stay with regular customers. She got to count on my donation for food and rent.

Theresa was a real pro at making a guy come. Her lips would work the end of a guy’s boner like she’d been born to it. I guess she had lots of practice over the years. I’d usually drop my pants, and let her have at it while I sat on the ratty couch. She’d curl up on the floor at my feet and bring me off.

I usually paid the extra five bucks to watch her tits jiggle as she blew me. Her tits felt so warm pressed up against my inner thighs.

Theresa’s face was delicately featured, beautiful lips, high cheek bones and a narrow nose. Her dark eyebrows matched her coal black hair. I could usually shoot part of my jizz up into her hairline if she didn’t get her mouth over the end of my cock quick enough.

One day I was getting a terrific dick flushing when her oldest daughter walked in on us. This girl was my age, cute, but skinny as hell.

Her name was Corina. She had bahçelievler escort gotten off work early. She said the manager didn’t need her again today and she was sent home. Anyway, this girl comes barging in the front door and here I am splayed out on the couch with her mom doing a tonsil-tango with my hard-on. I tried to let Theresa know, but the girl was already in the room. I tapped Theresa on the shoulder, and motioned to the girl.

Theresa sort of surprised me when she just paused, still holding my dick up straight in plain view.

I was pretty nervous and my dick started to wilt. Theresa noticed, and shook it by the base where she had a couple fingers grip on it.

“It’s ok, don’t worry,” Theresa said to me, “she’d seen many dicks before.”

That helped somewhat, but I was still unnerved by having her daughter in the room with us. Theresa told her to go to the kitchen to get a snack. The girl walked right by us and flashed me a friendly smile. Theresa had resumed her work on my boner even before the girl had left the room.

It didn’t seem but a few minutes before the Corina came back into the room carrying an apple. She walked over to an old beat-up lazy-boy chair right across from us, and sat down. She folded one leg up under her butt, and was swinging the other leg, kinda nervously. She was still chomping on the apple.

She was probably the spitting image of her mother at that age. Attractive in the face, but her slight frame needed some curves to it. She had black shoulder length hair, kind of a little unkempt, but it could be fixed. She didn’t have much in the tits department either yet, but she had the whitest teeth, and a sweet smile.

Theresa paused for a minute, and asked me if it bothered me having her there? I was kind of unsure at first, but figured, what the hell, if it didn’t bother them, who was I to complain.

“It’s ok,” I muttered.

Theresa went back to work, and even started to exaggerate her movements. She swept her hair aside a couple of times, giving her daughter a clearer view of what was going on. I began to think maybe that Mom was actually training her.

I tried to close my eyes and just enjoy the sensations. I glanced over to the girl. She was really watching us intently now. She had finished the apple, and just sat staring at her mom working on my cock.

She flashed me a little smile when our eyes met. I tried to be cool and sophisticated, but how could I. It wasn’t long before Theresa had me on the edge of blowing my load. Theresa knew the signs that a guy was close. Unexpectedly, she stopped, and still holding me by the base of my cock, she squeezed real hard.

She asked if Corina could come closer and see my orgasm. I sort of shrugged my shoulders as if not caring. Theresa motioned to her daughter to get over quickly beside her on the floor. I was almost ready to spray a load without any further manipulation at this point, but Theresa’s solid grip on the base of my cock was holding me back.

Corina came over, knelt down, and slid right in next to her mom. Theresa released me and returned to gagging on my cock. I could feel the load building way down in my guts. The innocent smile Corina gave me was the last thing I remembered.

My guts exploded in a torrent of fluid. White spurts of cum leapt from the end of my dick, and shot at least a foot in the air. Theresa continued to jack at my shaft with her hand letting off just enough pressure to allow another load of jizz through. The cum plopped down all around my spewing cock.

Theresa used her free hand to scoop up droplets of cum and drizzled it back across the top of the shaft. This added lubrication prolonged my orgasm which seemed to be never ending.

Corina seemed to be a good student of her mother, and was not shy about being so close to a guy in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Her mother continued to stroke by cock until the last little bit of cum oozed out the top. Theresa used her tongue to lap up as much cum as she could. Corina just sat quietly watching her.

Theresa looked up to me and softly asked, if it would be ok for Corina to taste some of my cum. Theresa’s hands and lips were covered with a glaze of my jizz. It looked so erotic, I would have been willing to do anything for her at that point.

In between the last few shutters of my orgasm, I nodded that it was ok by me.

Theresa bent my dick toward her daughter. Corina cautiously leaned forward, and nervously extended her tongue out to touch the tip of my cock. Just some clear fluid, mixed with her mom’s saliva was still dribbling down my cock.

Her soft tongue gently lapped up a single pearl-size drop. I watched Corina’s tongue curl, and retreat back into that cute mouth. She showed no repulsion as I watched her swallow the taste. Her white teeth shown in a proud smile as she looked over to her mom for approval.

It took several minutes after that orgasm, for me to gather enough strength to get bağcılar escort my pants up and get going. I was making some small talk as I headed for the front door. Theresa followed with her arm around my waist. As I reached the front door, she stopped and asked if I was in a hurry. I really didn’t have to be back to the dorm for several hours, and told her so.

“Please you sit,” she asked.

We walked out onto the open front porch, and sat on the top step. Sitting down beside me, Theresa scooted up very close. Her voice was low, and I could tell she had some problem she wished to talk about.

I liked Theresa, but I really didn’t want to get too involved in her personal life. I thought she would be asking to borrow money.

My hunch was starting to be justified, when she began to explain that her job hours were to be cut at the place where she worked. The cut in pay was really going to put her in a bind. I was just about to explain to her that I was on a limited budget myself. My parent’s checks only went so far. She then suddenly seemed to change the subject and asked what I thought of Corina?

“Corina,” I said, “is a very sweet girl. She is quiet, well mannered,” I continued, not knowing exactly what Theresa was wishing to hear.

“I like her,” I finally said, with a question in my voice.

Theresa then began with as shocking proposition as I have ever heard. She told me that several of her other customers had also seen Corina around, and a couple had offered Theresa a large amount of money if they could have sex with her.

Corina was nineteen years old now and knew what was going on. Theresa said she had already taken her to a clinic and she was now on birth control pills.

She had been “walking in” on her mother for some time. This explained the many dicks, she had seen. Theresa was considering pimping her own daughter out to these men, for the extra money.

I guess I shouldn’t have been shocked that Theresa was bringing her daughter into the business. I just wasn’t sure what this all had to do with me.

“These men,” Theresa explained, “were not gentle.”

“They are sometimes like brutes,” she stammered, “I want it to be better for her first time.”

She finally explained that she would like me to break in her daughter.

“Huh,” I said.

I must have looked a little shocked at first.

“Me?” I repeated.

Theresa covered my hand gently with hers, and said that I was a nice. I would be good for her first one. I was gentle, and would be considerate of her.

“Theresa I don’t know,” I replied.

“Please? ” Theresa pleaded, “you will make it good for her.”

I protested again, that she was too sweet.

“No, no no,” Theresa replied, “she will learn.”

“I don’t know,” I finally said.

“Please, you think about it, ok,” She smiled, “Corina, she wants to help out.”

“Ok I’ll think it over,” I said, just looking to get out of there.

“She will be good for you,” Theresa promised, “For you, the same price only 25 dollars. Ok

Please?

I said I’d think about it. “Ok,” I told her I had to go, and she gently tugged at my arm. She leaned over and she gave me a deep sensual kiss. I think I tasted some of my own cum still in her mouth.

I popped a mint in my mouth, as soon as I reached the bus. I was lost in thought during the ride home, and almost missed my stop. Fucking her daughter didn’t seem really right, but Theresa really needed the money, and would surely find someone else to do it, if I refused. Corina was a sweet girl, and I was sorry for the life she was getting into, but it would happen anyway. I guess it was probably better if she was under her mom’s watchful eye rather than taking it to the street somewhere.

By the week’s end, I had decided to do it. Not entirely out of just being a nice guy. While the blowjobs were incredible, it had been a while since I had sunk my meat into anyone. So, “what the hell,” I called Theresa, and said I would do it. She seemed pleased, and thanked me before hanging up. I couldn’t believe that she was thanking me for being willing to fuck her daughter. How weird?

The next Wednesday came, and I was on the bus as usual, to her house. I was going over, and over in my head how fine this would be. I jumped down off the bus, and heard the blast of exhaust, as it drove away. I began to try to rehearse my part in my head. Just how it would go, how I would pork this girl. I knew mom would be there. And she was expecting me to make it nice.

I wasn’t just really sure how Theresa wanted it done. So I figured to just kick back and let mom and daughter lead on. “I laughed to myself about being such a “nice guy” for doing this for them.

Theresa answered the door as soon as I arrived. The house seemed cleaner than usual. I noticed then that the food smell had been replaced with the strong smell of some cheap perfume. Corina was waiting on a seat in the living room, and stood ümraniye escort respectfully as I came through the front door. She walked over took my hand and lead me back to the couch. She sat down next to me as if this had been rehearsed. Theresa was at the front door yet, and I heard her lock it. This was something I didn’t remember her ever doing before. I guess she really wanted some privacy.

Corina was dressed nicely. Her hair just washed, and combed back. Her nails had a pale color of purple coloring on them. I had hoped Theresa wouldn’t try to dress her up too “whorish, and she hadn’t.

Theresa came over from door, and waved her hand at her daughter.

“Well, make him comfortable,” She said.

Corina look puzzled and finally Theresa just said.

“Go on, kiss him some, Ok, you know like how I showed you.”

Corina turned to me and leaned in nervously. She planted an awkward, open-mouthed kiss on me. She pulled away before I could even respond.

“Again, longer,” instructed her mom.

Corina’s next attempt was better, but she froze-up as out tongues met. She was wide-eyed, and stiff as hell, as I tried to put my tongue in her mouth. I figured I better move on, and so I broke it off.

“Get on him,” Theresa said.

Corina swung a leg across my lap, and straddled me.

“Easy,” her mom reminded her.

We were face to face now, and her heavy dose of perfume was overpowering. I was worried about hurting her, and I told Theresa so. Theresa said that she had been working with Corina all week.

“Yeah, but she’s a virgin,” I said.

“She has been practicing,” Theresa said.

Apparently Theresa had been letting her daughter use a dildo get her used to the size. I saw a dildo on a small table near us. Theresa had assembled a few items she thought might be needed. There was some lube jelly and a glass of water and a small wash cloth lying on a glass dish. Theresa held up the dildo she’d used. It was about normal size. Soon it was going to be my turn.

Corina had straddled me, and was leaning forward, trying to French kiss me again. Her mom pushed her butt down forcing her to grind back and forth against my crotch. The friction of the girl’s jeans against mine was really different. I was growing hard as a rock, and my jeans were really starting to bind me up. Theresa reached around Corina and undid my fly. This really helped by giving me some growing room.

“OK, now undo him,” Theresa instructed.

Corina squatted back on my thighs and struggled with my belt. I finally had to help her. I motioned that I needed to get up to get my pants off. Corina slid off, and stood watching intently as I undressed.

“You too,” her mother instructed.

Corina began to undress. I felt I would surely be going to hell for this as I sat down and watched this girl peel her jeans off. But you know I thought “This might all be worth it.”

Corina left her panties on. She pulled the top she had on over her head. Corina was wearing one of those lacey bras. She reached back, and slipped it over her head. I was just sitting there watching, not sure what to do next. Theresa was sort of directing this whole thing, so I waited for her next move. Her mother was fiddling with Corina’s hair so it would be just right again.

Corina climbed back on to me, and again resumed dragging her crotch against me, as her mother had instructed before. This time my naked prick was being rubbed against the thin cotton material of her panties. It wasn’t long before my cock was leaking pre-cum, and it was leaving a wet streak along the front of Corina’s underwear.

“Enough,” Theresa said. “mount him.”

That was it, no oral stuff. I was a little disappointed at first, but I realized that I probably would have shot off like a cannon, the instant this girls lips made contact with my cock.

Corina got up and shyly removed her panties. She got back on me again this time without any clothing separating us. I was staring at her slit, and it must have embarrassed her, because she drew herself against me so close I couldn’t see it anymore.

I felt her mother reach down and grasp my cock and pull the skin down. My dick was as ridged as it could possibly be. Theresa was coating by dick with some of the lube jelly. It felt really cool and wet. She started pushing the girl’s rump around trying to line us up together. Corina tried a couple times to lower herself on to me. I felt her weight, and my cock started to bend due to the tightness of her slit. Corina’s face was right up against mine, and I could feel her little puffs of breath against my face.

“Won’t go like this!” her mother finally said.

“Get up and turn this way,” she said.

Corina got off me, and turned around facing her mother and away from me. She looped her leg back over me, and stayed up-right above my lap. Her mother was holding the dildo. She lubed it up by dipping it in the glass of water. Theresa spread open Corina’s slit, and began rotating the dildo against it.

I just sat back and watched through Corina’s open legs as her mother worked at getting the dildo in. The sight of this girl’s tight butt facing me, was enough to keep me in a “hard” state forever. Finally Theresa had managed to loosen her up, and was working the dildo around. After a half dozen or so strokes Theresa pulled out the dildo, and reached for my cock.

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Allison and Stan were out of the house for the afternoon. Allison was working her part-time job at the miniature golf course, while Stan was at the gym lifting weights and playing basketball. This excited their mother, Kristen, very much. Her husband would be arriving home shortly after his business trip and her vagina was already moist just thinking about Jake.

She decided if Stan was not going to be around she would do a little skinny dipping in the pool. She knew when Jake saw her, he would join right in. Since Stan went off to college and Allison started working more, Kristen and Jake had a lot of time to bring their sex sessions back to where they used to be.

Kristen was a beautiful woman of 42 years old. Her body had not begun to show any signs of sagging. She was a bit softer around the belly than in the past. But her 5’7″ frame supported her 36C size breasts nicely. Her legs were strong and were accentuated by a well lifted butt. She attributed this to her running and squats. Her face was round and her smile wide. Kristen’s eyes were a soft blue, yet her gaze was somehow fiery. Her hair was brown, much like her daughters. They both had light olive color skin and resembled each other in so many ways. Kristen stretched her beautiful body on a floating raft in the swimming pool.

Jake admired this body after walking through the sliding glass door leading to the backyard. Just as expected, he started undressing almost immediately. “Hey babe, I take it the kids are gone!” A huge smile ran across Kristen’s face. She hopped off the raft and left the water. Her naked, wet body glimmered in the sun. She ran her hands down her husband’s bare chest and then hugged him tightly.

Jake was quite a handsome 44 year old man. He was not as bulky as his son, but was definitely more cut. He had sandy brown hair and a chiseled jawline. At 6’2″ he was almost exactly the same height as Stan. He had some hair on his chest that made a v-pattern to his shaved genitals. Kristen’s hands had quickly found their way into his pants and she began to grab his cock and he pulled his boxer briefs down. He missed his wife a lot and his 6.75″ long erection proved it.

Kristen quickly got on her knees and took her husbands cock down her throat. She was an expert at cock sucking and while she rather enjoyed her husbands dick, she had taken many larger down her throat in her college days.

“Kristen, I missed you so much,” cried Jake, as she licked the pre-cum from the tip of his penis. ” I just have to taste that pussy and you really deserve it after letting me leave for so long. You are the best. I love you so much, honey.”

Jake held onto Kristen’s hand and led her to the very lounge chair their son and daughter fucked on the day before. She laid down on the chair and he shoved his face right into her shaved crotch. He practiced the same technique he always had, licking üsküdar escort her pussy from side to side, rubbing her clitoris periodically. Her wetness was very creamy and she reached orgasm before saying, “bend me over and fuck me, stud!”

And that is exactly what Jake did. Doggy style was each lovers’ favorite position. He had been known to bend her over for long periods of time, before they needed look at each other’s beautiful faces. That is what seemed to be developing.

In the meantime, Allison just finished her shift at her job and was picking up Stan from the gym. “Hey bro! Are you excited to get back. Dad should be there. I wanted to surprise him. Mom thinks we will be gone for a bit longer.”

“That seems a bit devious if you ask me, sis,” chuckled Stan.

“Well, yeah. I sort of want to hear them fucking. I bet they got right into it,” Allison replied.

“You really do take an interest in their sex life!” he belted out.

“Well, maybe more than the typical daughter. But they are both so hot. Can you blame me?” she replied.

“No, no I cannot.”

The siblings pulled into the driveway. They grabbed their belongings and entered the house through the garage. Immediately they could hear cries coming from the backyard.

“Honey, did you hear something?” asked Jake.

“It sounded like the kids.” replied Kristen while Jake kept up his rhythm, sliding back and forth inside her.

“I really don’t wanna stop, baby. I need this, hon.” said Jake.

“If you don’t want to to stop, then don’t. I really don’t care if they see us. I think it turns me a on a bit actually,” she cried.

“Damn, you are one horny lady. I guess I feel the same way. You are going to make me cum so hard.”

“I think I came three times already.”

Allison and Stan approached the rear entrance. They could see their parents, but were not sure if their parents heard them. “Damn, sis. Let’s be quiet and enjoy the show, ” whispered Stan as he ducked behind the couch and peaked from behind the corner. His sister was in front of him as he watched over her shoulder. “They are so sexy, bro.”

“Baby, I want to fuck you on your back and then blow my load straight up your tight pussy!” Jake flipped his wife over. She laid on her back and pulled his head close to hers. She whispered, “baby, the kids are watching us fuck. Why don’t you pull out so they see how much cum you can shoot. They will be impressed.”

Jake pulled his raging hard on out of his wife and began stroking his cock vigorously. Kristen rubbed her clit faster and faster. She read the look on her husband’s face as he let loose seven heavy spurts of jism, followed by some more cum dripping right onto his wife’s beautiful snatch. “Okay, kids! You can come out now. Hope you enjoyed the show,” shouted Kristen as she rubbed cum gaziemir escort all over her body.

“Shit, sis. We are busted. I guess we better get out there.”

“Damn, this is embarrassing. But also sort of exciting. Let’s see what happens. Good luck trying to hide that huge erection.”

“I don’t think they will be surprised.” They opened the door and nervously approached their parents. Both seemed to simultaneously realize their parents could have stopped at any time, but let the siblings watch instead. How much trouble could there be?

“Are you two impressed by the huge load your dad covered me with? He is such a hunk. I think we should all rinse off real quick, me especially, and talk in the hot tub.” suggested Kristen.

“Should we get our suits?” asked Stan.

“You just watched your parents fuck and now you are going to get modest. Take your damn clothes off,” Kristen jokingly shouted. “It looks like my son is packing. I kinda want to know what is going on under there.”

Kristen and Jake hopped under the outdoor shower fixture. They rinsed each other off with a corded shower head and applied a little soap. They watched their son and daughter undress. “Wow, honey. You were right. Allison’s tits look even better than I imagined. My dick is getting hard again. And I gotta say my son has made me proud.”

“Yeah, that is a nice cock.” Allison stared in awe. “Let’s jump in the hot tub,” she said to her husband before yelling, “your turn to rinse off” at the siblings.

Stan got under the shower head with his dick pointing upward. He applied some soap and rinsed off for a minute. He approached the hot tub and Allison went underneath the shower.

“Hop right in, son. It looks like things are starting to change in this family.” Stan’s father said with a grin. “Your sister sure has grown up to be a babe, huh?”

“Yeah, dad. I know it is weird, but my dick is rock hard right now.”

Kristen chimed in “Oh, you didn’t need to tell us. We definitely noticed. It’s pretty hard to miss. Did you like watching your dad fuck me hard? It turned me on knowing my own kids think I am sexy enough to watch fuck. I am getting wet again.” Just then Allison entered the hot tub.

“Yeah. Dad came so much. I hope I can bust a nut that big someday. I am sorta proud to be his son.” Stan replied.

“Yeah, dad. I saw your dick getting hard again. Would you stand up so I could see it? I want a better look. I feel we are going to be seeing a lot more of it around the house.” Allison chuckled.

“Why don’t you stand up, too?” Kristen patted her son on the shoulder. Stan stood and she said, “Wow. I thought your dad had a nice dick, baby. I know you are my son, but I haven’t had a dick like that in awhile. I am tempted to grab it.”

Jake stood up at the same time and Allison sancaktepe escort spoke, “why don’t you, mom? It feels even better inside you!”

“I am not surprised you two fucked! You nasty little fuckers. And I bet that dick feels as good as you say it does. Suck your dad’s dick. I am going to start on your brother.” Kristen belted out in ecstasy.

Jake smiled as his cock entered his daughter’s mouth. She focused on the tip, kissing and licking it gently. Then she took him down her throat. The skills ran in the family as Kristen was working an even bigger dick down her throat. “I have thought about seeing this dick more than most mothers do. This feels so right.” She bobbed her bead up and down on her son’s long cock.

Jake whispered to his daughter, “it is time to sit on daddy’s lap, baby. I want to feel that tight pussy around my cock.” Jake sat on the outside of the hot tub with his feet in the water. He pulled his daughter up off her knees. She lowered herself onto her father’s dick and let him fill her as much as he could. Facing her dad, she slowly began raising and lowering herself. Her pussy was so tight and squeezed his cock more than he felt in ages.

Meanwhile, Kristen continued to take her time sucking her son’s tool. “Baby, do you want to fuck your mommy? I am so wet for you.” Kristen rubbed her pussy and brought her hand to Stan’s mouth. “You know I do, mom!”

He guided her to the lounge chair and bent her over, just as his father did only twenty minutes earlier. As he entered her Jake yelled, “Allie, baby, your papa needs to cum.”

“In my mouth, daddy. I want to see how much I can swallow.” He shoved his cock deep into her mouth without abandon. Despite cumming only a short time ago, he started to produce a load almost as big as his last. Jism started to spill out over her chin and a little landed in the hot tub. “Oops, sorry daddy.”

“That’s okay, baby. The chemicals will take care of that. Let’s watch your brother put that dick to work. I think he wants to cum.”

“You’re right. dad. But I am trying to hold back. Where should I cum, mom? “

“All over my pretty face, son. I want to taste you and feel your hot, sticky juice all over me.” He began to pull out and flipped her over. She was on her knees and he held the back off her head with one hand. With the other he stroked his dick with an increasingly rapid pace. Cum shot out of his cock. The first spurt shot over his mother’s head and landed on the lounge chair. All the rest splattered off her face. She was covered in cum and ran her finger across the lounge chair. “Can’t let this go to waste. Now come over here, Allison.”

Allison walked over and proceeded to kiss her mother. They shared Stan’s cum and Allison wiped the last of Jake’s cum off her daughter’s face. They swallowed a lot of semen before cleaning the rest off while the men watched.

“So you two better be using protection. It is hot that you are fucking, but don’t go falling in love. We can fuck as a family, but we eventually will have to move on past all this.” explained Jake.

Each family member put on his or her sunglasses on and picked a lounge chair to fall asleep on. The exhausted family was just getting their wild affair started.

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1.

Tom Jacobs punched his right fist into the heavy bag, and wanted more. Yeah, he savored the give of the bag as his arm extended out. The pure move pleased him, as his entire side moved with the blow and not just his arm. The effort electrified him. But it wasn’t his best.

The last several minutes he’d been spent. This was his body going beyond and doing more. Now if only his mind could be as true.

Or was it his spirit? Two, three more lunges at the bag, and the deep thuds put a small grin at his full lips. His soaked, thick hair flicked with his moves, but his eyes never let the black leather taking his fists. But something inside didn’t feel satisfied.

A few more pounding thrusts, and his workout ended. The ache deep in his shoulders actually felt good. The grimace on his face didn’t betray the appreciation he was taking in the exercise, as he passed the other men getting in their time in the musky gym. His shirt matted to him, and didn’t make it any easier as he tugged to get the gloves free.

The sounds of other punching and grunts echoed around him as he made his way to the locker room. Even spent from the workout, he had to acknowledge a restlessness inside himself. An hour and it’s still there.

The sweat-soaked shirt and the weary ache felt good, even if his mood didn’t match. The long days at the office and the brutal exercise weren’t calming him, so he’d just have to tolerate it. Maybe the steam room would help tonight.

After stripping away the wet tee and shorts at his locker, he shot over to the scales. His six-one nakedness balanced nicely and didn’t inhibit him at all as he noted one ninety-six tonight. He shrugged and got going.

Fifteen minutes of steam and a hot shower soothed, but they too didn’t quite quench him. The brooding stuck around. He’d just carry it. Or, perhaps another night of some porn and relief before going to sleep. It was something he was too used to.

One last look into the locker room mirror made him wince. His fit physique was okay, but the crooked nose never ceased to haunt him. One punch in the sixth grade had stayed with him for years. But deep inside he knew it’d probably been the best thing for him. He’d never let himself feel weak again.

On the way home, the Porsche responded like he wanted. No music tonight and the passenger window down let him take it in. No way could he articulate what it was about the car’s purr that moved him; it just did.

Upstairs in his dark high rise apartment, he got ready to wind-down. Teeth brushed, one last check on email, and he’d settled down with his phone ready for some reading, when it buzzed. The ID stopped him in his tracks. His mother. Well, at least it wasn’t his sister.

“Hey mom.”

“How’s it going?” Her words came quietly, like his own. Ambiguously muted. This call could be about anything, but it started calmly.

“Excellent. Getting home from the gym.”

“Excellent. Always excellent. Gee, I love the positivity. Tom, Tom.”

He couldn’t help but smirk. The tone had stayed even, but the sarcasm told him she wanted to tease. Her nice presence, five-foot-five and a hundred, twenty-five pounds of poise–that was what the rest of the world saw. But she treated him to a little rambunctiousness now and then. She must have known he liked it.

He teased back. “Ellen, Ellen.”

“Ha.” She sighed. “It’s so weird when you call me by my name like that. But you’re doing okay?”

“Oh, everything’s pretty good, I guess. You?”

She sighed on the other end before getting to it. “Fine. Well, I was fine before I heard from Sonya.”

This stopped Tom cold. He’d managed to relax some, but word that his recent ex had contacted his mother brought him to a halt. His mom cared about everyone, so having an ex call her started getting him pissed.

“What the hell? Why did she call you?”

“Hey, hey. Take it easy. I don’t want you going back and giving her a hard time.”

“She had no business calling you.”

His mother’s words sunk even lower to almost gravelly. Was she lying in bed already?

“She’s upset. She loves you. That’s why she called me. She can’t believe you broke-up with her.”

How could he possibly explain this to her? She saw goodness everywhere, and probably would even with a self-centered model-type like Sonya. Part of his problem was that he was heading in the exact opposite direction of how good-hearted his mother was.

He pushed himself to get relaxed again. Fuck Sonya. He pushed to extend his legs out. Took deep breaths. Five am would come early.

“It didn’t work out, that’s all. I’m twenty-six. I have a lot going on. I explained all that to her.”

“I’m worried about you.” Another sigh. “You get these girls thinking you’re serious. The next thing they know you’re leaving.”

“I do not lead them on. They believe what they want to believe. I am always honest. I’m getting established still.”

“My god, you just got a raise. You’ve got your own accounts now at work. A çeşme escort hundred-fifty a year. You’re doing fine.”

“I’m focused.”

“You’re alone.”

He’d be better soon as he could end this call and get to his porn stories, but he bit at his lip so as not to take a shot at the poised Ellen Jacobs. Don’t burst her bubble. Deep down maybe he doubted he could ever feel content. Anyway, that didn’t need solving tonight.

“Mom, I’m fine.” Mostly.

Some rustling on her end convinced him she had already turned in. This made a few times lately she had called at the end of her night. Good, he could keep this short.

She couldn’t help but chastise a bit more. “You’re not turning into a player, are you?”

He bristled, and struck back. “We can’t all be happy like you and Gary.”

The pause on the other end made him twinge a bit. Her boyfriend professor wasn’t all that for her, and he knew it. But he also knew she didn’t want to be alone, and his retort maybe landed too heavy.

For the only time during the call, her tone got tight. “Gary is very good to me. I… I… .”

“Yeah. You’re right. He is. I shouldn’t have popped off. I’m tired.”

“Well, get some rest. And, think about what I’ve said. You can’t just keep dumping these different women. It’s…bad. Bad karma.”

Quick thoughts of some smartass replies flew right by, and he let it go.

She added more. “You’ll find more satisfaction if you let yourself care deeply. You will.”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. I’m sure you’re right. I’m going to do something different.”

She made a sound that sounded close to a giggle. “You are?”

He stretched his nude frame out again on his king-size bed. The high thread count sheets cradled him nicely. What’s she giggling about? Is that more sarcasm?

“Yep,” it was his turn to sound gruff. “I’m going to find someone who can challenge me.”

Her soft laugh back made him smile.

“Good.” She said.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He half-tossed the sheet from his chest. In an instant, his hand latched onto his cock, and he was surprised it was already swelling for him. Perfect, he could knock this out, and slide into sleep in no time. His mind started trying to conjure just what kind of challenge might be best.

…

2.

Usually, having lunch with his sister was fun.

“Why do you have to be an asshole?”

Tom paused to let his sister’s words hang in the air, as he looked over the monitor at his desk. So much for a laid-back lunch. Typically, Beth was interesting when she came over to his office for lunch. This thing about their mom must have really irked her.

“Look,” he grabbed another bite from the roast beef sandwich she’d brought him, “I really didn’t say anything against Gary.” Not this time.

Beth wrinkled her nose in a way that made her cuteness fall away. The thick, honey-brown hair she got from their mother was pulled back. Her blue eyes, also from their mom, were mostly shielded by her glasses.

“Mom felt like you were being critical.”

“Yeah?” He couldn’t help a small smile. But she didn’t appreciate it. “I wasn’t.”

“She just wants you to be happy for her, you know?”

He watched her pick at her salad. Gave her some reality. “Deep down, you think the same thing I do about her and Gary.”

She shook her head unconvincingly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. He loves her. She loves him.”

He didn’t hesitate. “She can do better than him.”

“What are you talking about?”

As he took his time to answer, a realization set in. Young women Beth’s age might have some attraction to them, but often they just didn’t have a feminine way about them quite like someone his mother’s age did. He flinched at having such a thought. Could that be it? Am I really starting to get into older women?

Beth noticed something had struck him. “What?”

“I’m just saying,” he had to be careful, “she’s smart, she’s attractive. There are men who would be more exciting for her. Make her happier.”

“Quit trying to decide what you think she should have, and just accept what she does want.”

“I don’t care what you say. I don’t think she really wants him.”

“Oh yeah? She’s thinking he’s ready to pop the question.”

He gulped. His gut clenched.

“And,” Beth delighted, “she wants him to.”

A mix of feelings rushed over him, from the memory of his parents divorcing years ago to the doubt he felt about Gary. He couldn’t help reacting with strong dread to what he was hearing.

“Listen, I’ve got nothing much against Gary. I don’t. I just think… . I think she should live a little. Have more excitement in her life.”

“More excitement?” She almost choked, and he had to admire that she never seemed to get any salad dressing on her sharp suit. Not a speck. “You missed all of that.”

“Huh?”

“You başakşehir escort weren’t around. Admit it. You stayed off at college while Mom and Dad divorced. And then, once she divorced, you buried yourself in starting your job, when she… .”

“She?”

“Dated around. Hung out.”

“Dated around? Mom hung out?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t remember anything like that. I absolutely don’t. What are you even talking about?”

“I’m saying she’s already dated, and then she met Gary. And now for three years, he’s stayed right there. Loyal and everything.”

“And everything.” He couldn’t help some sarcasm.

Beth offered more. “See for yourself. Friday night after work we’re all meeting for drinks. Hang out and give it more of a chance.”

He downed some water to wash down his lunch, and he churned. Beth had to have all this wrong.

His mom dated around? What the fuck did she really mean? How much did she really know, and just not want to say?

And, this notion of his mom wanting to get engaged to Gary? Had she really sunk to this? Surely she wouldn’t make such a mistake.

Their lunch didn’t leave him lighthearted today. Today was different. It left him with a burning.

…

3.

Friday night’s crowd was lively, but fortunately they had a corner table to themselves. His mom sat there with Gary at her side, Beth sat across from them, and his mom’s friend, Chelsea, sat across from Tom.

This suited Tom fine. He and Chelsea chatted, and even though she was much older, there was an appeal to her he couldn’t quite put a label on. Femininity. It’s what he kept coming back to. A gentleness. And some unique confidence. The kind that comes from knowing yourself. His mom had it, too.

The music sounded energetic, and the beer was ice-cold, but he was only going to indulge with one. He planned to hit the office early Saturday morning. Tonight, he’d make his appearance, buck-up his mom, and then cut out.

Chelsea focused on him, and as she worked on her second chardonnay, he thought he saw her glimpse at his mouth a couple of times. She’d been friends with his mother forever, and from how she was responding, she too was with someone that didn’t excite her.

They were laughing back and forth when he noticed his mom watching them out of the corner of his eye. Glancing over, he saw Gary, chugging his beer and enraptured with whatever Beth was telling him. He smiled to his mom, and she grinned back. She made a weird look to Chelsea and then eyed him briefly. Afterwards, she made herself try to get interested in Gary’s conversation with Beth.

An older dance song started, and he noticed his mom’s shoulders start to sway. Surely, Gary would take her to dance; she was into the song. Gary’s attention never left Beth.

Tom interrupted Chelsea. “Excuse me.”

Up from his seat, Tom rounded the table. Ellen looked up at him just as he got to her. Her eyes widened.

His hand went for hers. “C’mon, let’s go dance.”

There was no hiding her surprise, but she didn’t hesitate. She accepted his hand and hopped to her feet. Off they went to the dance floor.

Once dancing, it was Tom who was trying not to betray his own surprise. He moved in time with the music, but she was unabashedly getting into its rhythm. And, not in some sloshed, out of control way, but in the smooth, instinctive way someone does who loves the song.

Her swaying and her arms lifting into the air captivated at least two other men on the floor. Tom watched her as some stranger might, and had to admit she was alluring. Thin, black blouse and designer jeans. What is this? He’d never seen her dance anything like this. Then again, how much had he really ever seen her dance?

In a strangely appealing way, she didn’t look all about at others or to anywhere else. She didn’t stay locked on his eyes, but she kept her focus on him. At times her blue eyes seemingly glowed.

Near the end of the song when it was reaching its peak, she synched her arms and legs in such a way that drew a long up-and-down gaze from him. He couldn’t help a pang of embarrassment when his eyes came back to hers. How would she show her disapproval?

Instead, her mouth slightly parted, and she slowly grinned. He chalked it up to her just taking it easy on him. And to her own chardonnay.

Walking back to the table, she pulled close to his side. In his ear, she spoke distinctly. “Thank you. I loved that.”

He politely smiled back. “Yeah? Me too.”

He figured everyone was indulging well enough without his help, so he said his goodbyes all around. Even tried to be nice to Gary. Gary reacted warily.

Heading to the door, suddenly Ellen was at his side.

“I’ll see you out. I need to go to the ladies’ room.”

When they reached the front door, she stood close, her hand pulled strands of her honey-brown hair behind her ear. She licked her lips in a way that signaled nervousness to him. küçükçekmece escort He didn’t see any need for nerves on her part, but it was there nonetheless.

Their eyes held on each other’s a sustained moment, before she mustered something to say.

“Please don’t go seducing my friend.” Ellen half-grinned but also squinted her eyes. Was this a scold? Or maybe a dare?

“Me? Seduce her?” He feigned surprise.

“She’s happily married, Tom.”

“Then, there’s nothing to worry about.” He set his chin in a defiant way he was trying to stop doing with her. He worried it was too oft-putting. At least to her.

“She’s my close friend. I’d do anything to protect her.” This time she openly smirked. He liked the playfulness he saw on her face.

“Oh, is that right?” What is she even meaning?

“Even if it meant getting in your way.”

He chuckled. “So, you’d block me then?”

She made an exaggerated sigh. “You’re lucky you’re my son.”

“Well then, yes I am.” In an impulse, he used his hand to tilt her chin up at him, and he leaned to her and pecked right at her lips.

He couldn’t remember ever having kissed her on the lips as an adult, but the stunned reaction on her face was worth it.

Turning from her, he went on out of the bar. One last look over his shoulder pleased him. She still stared to him, wide-eyed.

…

4.

Throughout his Saturday, he kept wondering. There were work reports and back-up documentation for his trades he had to complete, but over and over, he came back to their banter from Friday night. Was she actually flirting with me?

They were at least daring each other. Why was he letting himself get so distracted by this? He had considered finding some new challenge, but this was ridiculous. My mother?

Yet, time and again, his mind wandered back to her dancing. Her arms waving about in the air, and the carefree expression beaming from her face. Never, ever had he seen this side of her. And around midday, his curiosity prompted a question that stopped him hard.

What else don’t I know?

Why? Why did this stay with him? Was he so restless, so damn bored, that his own mother was distracting and intriguing him?

It’s not boredom. She’s attractive.

By early afternoon, he was admitting he was enthralled. Sonya hadn’t derailed him like this. No recent woman had interrupted his thoughts over a weekend like this.

And what about her? What does she think? Is there any way in the world she’s thinking about me, like I’m thinking about her?

He decided he had to find out. It was likely she had messed with him to try to taunt him. He’d find out. The whole player thing. Or, maybe the Chelsea challenge. Not seducing her married friend. He had to see if there was a way to make her relent from teasing him back. Was that what he was doing? So much analyzing it repeatedly was clouding things for him.

There was one thing he could do.

He snatched up his phone, and he went right for her number. His stomach flipped some, so he decided he was doing the right thing. She had no idea how determined he could be.

She picked-up after the first ring. “Tom?”

“Hey.”

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“Good, good. Just been knocking out some work in the office.”

A soft laugh on her end. “Careful. Too much work and not enough play will make you dull, you know.”

Is this really my mom on the other end?

“Uh,” he stammered, “well, it hasn’t been all work. Been thinking some about last night, too.”

“Yeah?”

He gave it a moment. Expected she’d remark about their banter. Or, their dance. Or, his kiss of her. But… nothing.

“Yeah.” He rallied some. Decided not to shrink from what he wanted, which was to take his curiosity further. “I had fun with you last night.”

“You did?” The way she said it convinced him she was smiling. “Me too, Tom.”

Again he left an opening for her to add more, but nothing came. Doubt set in. But he was this far.

“I saw there was this cool exhibit down at the city museum. Let’s go. I can come pick you up.”

“Wow, how wild. You know I love exhibits.” She was slowing down her words, so he knew she was thinking things over.

“Great, I can head over.”

“Uh, geez. It’s after three, Tom. You’ll get here after four. Even if it’s just a couple of hours, that puts me getting over to Gary’s late.”

“Well–”

“We always get together Saturday night. We just do.”

Fuck Gary.

“No, no. I won’t get you home too late. I’m really wanting to see this, and I know you love going to them.”

“I wish I could.”

“I want to go with you.”

“You do?” The pitch in her voice said she didn’t believe him.

“I won’t have you home too late.”

Silence from her end prompted a jab from him.

“Guess I can call Chelsea.”

A giggle from her. “What time are you picking me up?”

He smiled.

…

5.

In the museum’s sparsely lit halls, he surprised himself. Though huge, expensive paintings hung from the walls, he spent more time taking her in. Undoubtedly, she had to notice, but she didn’t let on.

The rest of the crowd saw an older, elegant woman taking her time appreciating the art. The pink fit-and-flare midi dress. Discreet necklace and earrings. Unassuming.

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Tom Hardison was enjoying the azure beauty of the water and the warm sand under his feet. He looked further down the beach to see his vacation companion talking with a few young couples. A lesser man might be jealous that his young lady companion was obviously engaged with these young people, but that was not Tom’s way. He had been assured of Candy’s affection several times the previous evening. This was only the third day of their vacation together, her boyfriend’s gift to her for passing the bar exam. Tom was so proud of Candy, she had earned her status and there had been absolutely zero nepotism from her Daddy. Not that he wouldn’t have interceded on his daughter’s behalf, it just had not been necessary. Candy didn’t have to ride on anyone’s coat tails.

She was a very determined young lady in every facet of her life. The tall, incredible, tanned blonde did not accept failure. Her vacation with Tom had been her way of turning a failure into a triumph. Candy had been going on this vacation with her boyfriend of three years, Elliot Everett. Tom despised the young man on sight, and with good reason. He thought that Elliot was a rich, spoiled, condescending jerk who treated his daughter poorly. Tom’s wife shared his opinion of Elliot, although Laurel was wiser than he in not giving voice to it. She preferred to let their daughter discover things for herself. Which Candy eventually did when things came to a boil with Elliot over their upcoming vacation.

Candy wanted to use the vacation as a chance to explore new passion and maybe, if the wind blew in the right direction, get Elliot to propose to her. Laura winced when she heard that piece of news. She did not want that young man as her son-in-law and she knew Tom would blow a gasket. Luckily for Mr. and Mrs. Hardison, things had fallen apart — as usual, due to a selfish act on Elliot’s part. Tom was thrilled for his sake that things had not gone according to his daughter’s plans.

Elliot had acted in his own best interests, as he usually did. Days before they were to leave for their romantic getaway, a bunch of his friends had invited him away on a sports weekend. He had gone without telling Candy, only leaving her a note which he left with his embarrassed mother and father. To say Candy was incensed was like saying the eruption of Pompeii was a hiccup. She came home in a rage, spewing profanity and with a head of steam that was almost shooting out of her ears.

Laurel was, as always, the picture of calm. Tom always found it amusing that nothing ever seemed to ruffle his wife’s feathers. It had been that way for decades, she took things in stride. After learning her daughter was unable to convince a friend to go or sell the tickets, she made a wild suggestion. She told Candy to take her Daddy, as he needed a vacation and he was clearly in need of some sun. Laurel planned on a vacation of her own and this would get him out of the house and not snooping around. She was going to have some fun of her own without her husband being any the wiser. Candy was privy to her mom’s naughty little secrets, but she was the only one who was.

Tom had resisted the idea, but only in the slightest. He knew a vacation would be the cure; he had been swamped until last month when his final case had cleared his desk. He only had one reservation. Being alone in a tropical paradise like Bermuda with Candy — tanned and gorgeous and wearing itsy-bitsy bikinis — would be a tremendous temptation. He had a little bit of an infatuation with his younger daughter and every year, she seemed to get more alluring and more sexual. He felt that if left alone with her, he might succumb to his incestuous desires.

This of course, was exactly what happened. Just the way that Candy and her mother figured it would after Candy extended the invitation. Candy fully understood what she was doing and schemed right down to the last little detail. Tom’s crush was reciprocated and Candy had often told her mom that she thought Daddy was hot. Laurel told her to go for it and hoped that it might lead to a whole new existence for their family.

Laurel didn’t know it yet, but that had already happened. On their first night in this magical and beautiful paradise, Candy had pulled out all the stops. She wore one of her sexiest outfits to dinner and flirted shamelessly with her handsome Daddy. Then, she insisted that they go for a walk on the beach and she wore a bikini that might have gotten her arrested in some places back home. She knew that for a fact, because she was now an attorney. In her final act, she tackled her father to the sand and shoved her tongue halfway down his throat. She made it clear to Daddy that she wanted his cock in her pussy, fucking her as if she was his whore. If Tom needed a whore, his daughter intended to be that slut. She was a sexually adventurous girl and she would fill any need her father needed her tuzla escort to fill.

Daddy was quite possibly the best fuck the dynamic young blonde had ever enjoyed. What she didn’t know is that her father was quite literally thinking the same thing. They would have to find a way to keep screwing once they got home. The heat between them was too good for it to stop. Right now, they could enjoy the anonymity of being here together and not have to worry about being recognized.

“Tom? Tom Hardison, is that you?” Tom could not believe it, thousands of miles from home and someone recognized him? He turned around and saw the tall, busty redhead, recognizing her instantly. Her name was Alexandra Taylor and he had represented her company in court on a number of occasions. When they had been in court, she had not looked like THIS!

Alexandra was wearing a black swimsuit that was almost as skimpy as his daughter’s. She had a tiny gold chain around her waist and her navel was pierced. He knew that she was almost 45, yet he wouldn’t have put her at a day past 35. Her hair was hanging down loose around her shoulders and half way down to her back. Whenever they’d been together, it had been up. He knew that Alexandra was a beautiful woman, but the woman standing there on the beach was HOT!

“Alexandra dear, how nice to see you,” he smiled.

“Oh Tom darling, we’re old friends,” she smiled warmly. “You can call me AJ. Whatever brings you here, so far from home?”

“I’m here on a vacation with my daughter,” he smiled again just as Candy came up from behind him and threw her arms around him. AJ smiled at the both of them, she had met Candy on numerous occasions, so he couldn’t simply pretend he was with some sweet young thing.

“Oh Candy, my goodness, I barely recognized you,” AJ smiled at the younger woman. “That is a very sexy swimsuit; I’m surprised your Daddy lets you wear it.”

“I like your suit, too,” Candy grinned happily. “Daddy told me that he likes my suit a lot. We’re here celebrating my passing the bar exam. What are you doing here, Mrs. Taylor?”

“AJ, we’re all friends, everyone can call me AJ,” she insisted. “Congratulations on such an achievement, I’m sure you’ll do your father proud. I’m here with my son, we come here a lot. His father doesn’t like to travel. Oh, here comes William now.” A tall and very muscular young man came running in their direction, carrying two tropical drinks. He appeared to be a few years younger than Candy, who noticed his body appreciatively. The young man gave his mom a hug as he noticed the two strangers — one being an incredibly hot blonde. Introductions were made all around.

“We should all have dinner tonight, my treat,” AJ insisted. “We girls will put on our sexiest outfits and give these two handsome men some eye candy. Do you have anything like that, Candy dear?” AJ asked and then giggled as she realized her unintentional pun.

“Oh yes,” Candy giggled. “In fact, that’s all I brought with me. I was supposed to come here with my boyfriend for a naughty holiday, but he bailed at the last minute to join his friends for a sports weekend.”

“Oh, you were dating a blind man?” William commented.

“I beg your pardon?” Candy said.

“I asked if you were dating a blind man, because any man that could leave someone who looks like you for a sports weekend must be blind,” he told Candy with a laugh. “Either that or a total asshat.”

“It’s the latter,” Tom grumbled under his breath, although everyone heard him clearly. They chatted briefly for a few minutes and agreed to meet in 90 minutes for an early dinner. Candy and Tom went back to their room, Tom clearly being a bit uncomfortable at being recognized. Candy could see that, but it didn’t make an impact on her at all. She was almost certain that AJ Taylor knew exactly the scope of their relationship and that it didn’t bother her. It would not have surprised Candy in the slightest to discover that AJ and William shared the same kind of relationship. If she had a son that handsome, she’d be fucking his brains out every chance she got. It had not escaped her eye that William had been flirting with her. Normally, she liked her men older than she was. For someone as gorgeous as William Taylor, she would make an exception. Candy wondered if perhaps they could hook up once they were all back home. She let herself enjoy the image of herself being fucked by William. Candy was sure that he was a terrific fuck.

Candy found her sexiest dress, a tiny silver lame outfit with heels to match. She wore the briefest of thongs and opted to skip a bra; it was tricky finding one to go with the dress. She had already added to her usual shade of bronze from her time here in the sun. She added some silver earrings and a tiny chain around her neck while she watched her father pendik escort change. Daddy looked good in anything; her mom had always said Daddy “cleaned up well”. That he did, although Candy preferred him in his birthday suit most of all.

When the four of them arrived for dinner all at once, they made quite the impression. AJ had worn a very sexy evening gown and her son was in a dark suit. Most of the other patrons were dressed casually. AJ insisted on ordering drinks for all of them. She and Tom sat together while allowing the younger ones to sit together and talk. AJ had not missed the chemistry between her son and the vibrant young blonde. After some idle chitchat, but before the meal, AJ leaned over to Tom and asked “So Tom, how is she in bed?” Tom sputtered a bit, but AJ just put her hand on top of his. “Don’t bother to deny it, I saw the way that she hugged you earlier and the way that she looks at you. I don’t blame you one bit, she’s lovely. I find her appealing myself. I’ll share my secret — I fuck William all of the time. He’s been his mother’s little fuck boy since the day he turned eighteen.”

Tom’s face must have registered his shock, because AJ laughed. “Surely you didn’t think that you were the only one? Lover, I have an outlandish idea. Let’s finish our meal and then we’ll go back to my luxury suite. I think William would love to fuck your daughter and I’ve always wanted to fuck you, I just never knew you were quite so — liberal. We can all have some fun and if you’re a good boy, I might even let you watch me seduce your daughter as well. What do you say, does that sound like fun?”

Tom couldn’t find the words, so he just nodded. “Yes, I thought as much,” AJ laughed as their server approached the table. She ordered another round of drinks for everyone, figuring it would loosen them all up. It succeeded and when she whispered her proposition to the two younger members of their party, they were all smiles.

“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” Candy whispered to William as they walked back to AJ’s lavish suite. “I’ve never seen my Daddy fuck anyone else.”

“Same here,” William grinned. “I’ve always wanted to watch mom have sex with one of my girlfriends. I’m really looking forward to …”

Candy silenced him with a kiss. “You don’t have to say it baby, I’m going to be the best fuck you ever had. I plan on giving your mom a run for her money. Believe me lover, once you’ve had this pussy, you want more and more of it.”

“God, I wonder if mom will get hooked on you, too?” William grinned as they neared the suite. “That would be awesome, fucking the two of you!”

Candy didn’t get too far ahead of herself, but she did like the idea of screwing the handsome, slightly-younger stud. He had more charm than Elliot and his family had even more money — plus, as added perks, his mom was hot and she was cool with everything. They all scrambled to get inside the suite and get the real purpose of the evening underway. It was AJ who led things off by grabbing Tom and leading him into the lush bedroom. “Order us more drinks for later, kids,” she told them. “We’ll have something to celebrate and we might very well be parched,” she chuckled.

AJ had half of Tom’s clothing off by the time their kids joined them in the bedroom. If either parent expected their children to be reluctant, they were wrong. The two young people started kissing heatedly while stripping each other as fast as they could. Tom didn’t miss the look that AJ gave his daughter. She wanted Candy almost as much as she wanted him. He was fine with that. This vacation had been an eye opener and he was sure that Candy would succumb to the redhead’s sexual advances. That was later. The two of them got the bed first while the kids used the couch. Candy was already on her knees, sucking William’s cock. Tom felt a little sense of satisfaction when he saw that the younger man was not quite as big as he was.

AJ was now wearing sexy black lingerie, heels and a smile. Tom was buck naked. “You hold up nicely, handsome,” she smiled. “Oh baby, do I want that cock!”

“All in good time,” Tom smiled. He was never one to leave a lady wanting. The handsome barrister took his time and showed AJ that he was in no hurry. He used his hands and his lips to appreciate her body. He could be like a stallion when need be, but that came later. He wanted his new paramour craving more. AJ Taylor was not the kind of woman who would be a one-night stand and everyone knew that. He would be fucking her again, at least, he would if he made her want him as much as he wanted her.

William was stunned at the oral talents of the lovely, suntanned blonde who was eagerly sucking him off. He had fucked his share of girls and believed that his mom was the best, most likely from experience. He also believed that maltepe escort AJ was a bit of an aberration, with talents far exceeding any of the pretty young things he had fucked since turning 18. Now his mom had met her match, Candy was amazing. He shivered as the thought of his mom and Candy giving him a double BJ passed through his mind. He shouldn’t have done that because it caused his cum to bubble up and shoot down her throat. Candy didn’t miss a drop and the grin on her face let him know that she didn’t mind. She started to suck him again, but he stopped her and suggested that they could take care of each other. He was a bit taller than she was, but they were close enough so that it worked fine.

AJ was pounding her fists on the bed and moaning loudly. Only her gorgeous son had ever come close to making her feel this way. She was fond of her husband, but he was older and didn’t have Tom’s stamina or William’s muscles. As Tom moved up her body, AJ grabbed for his cock. It was a monster, so much bigger than William’s. She let her mouth engulf it while his hands continued to manipulate her body. She had found herself a very skilled lover, easily one of the best she had encountered in her life. How lucky was Tom’s wife and his gorgeous daughter that they could enjoy this beautiful prick whenever they wanted it? She wanted to taste his cum and doubled her efforts, yet he was able to hold out a lot longer than William would have. What an impressive man he was. AJ and Tom got into a position to fuck. She turned her head to see that the kids were already fucking, with gorgeous Candy riding William for all that she was worth. Before the night was over, she wanted to partner up with the luscious blonde and show her all that a woman could do for her as well, if she didn’t already know.

William felt as if he was hanging on for dear life as gorgeous Candy fucked him. His experience with his hot and kinky mom had given him enough experience to know what to do, but Candy was in a class all by herself. She was fucking him as though it was a contact sport and she wanted to score the winning points. Her body twisted and writhed and she was going to wring him dry, he just knew it. Fine with him, William was almost as much a sex fiend as his horny mother.

AJ usually rode her son the way that Candy was riding him, as she liked the deeper penetration and the control. Still, Tom was no slouch when it came to fucking a woman doggy style. He was in about as deep as a man could go and he had already made her cum once. He had remarkable stamina, he was like a stallion in heat. AJ wasn’t at all shy about using the lewd words to encourage him and she heard similar language from hot, young Candy. AJ wasn’t really sure who turned her on most, the father or the daughter. Luckily, she didn’t have to make that choice. She was going to have them both.

Candy and AJ almost came at the same time and then both of them went down on their men to make them cum. “I guess they’re out of action for a little while,” Candy sighed. “Although my Daddy recovers quickly.”

“So does William, the benefits of youth,” AJ smiled and patted the bed. “Come here baby, I’ve got to have that gorgeous cunt of yours. Have you ever been with a woman before?”

Candy had not, although offers had been extended her way. She shook her head and saw AJ smile. Evidently, she had given the response AJ was hoping for.

“Good, I’ll get to be your first,” AJ smiled happily. “Straddle my face at first baby and when you’re ready, move your body over and you and I can do each other at the same time. I’m sure a smart and sexy little bitch like you knows about sixty-nine, right?” Candy nodded and before she knew what hit her, AJ’s tongue was snaking deep into her pussy. Her Daddy was good at oral and so was William, but they were both rank amateurs compared to Mrs. Taylor — AJ. Candy’s body was on fire with all new sexy feelings and she just had to return them. She dropped over so that she was now face- down in AJ’s neatly-trimmed red thatch. Without hesitation, the young woman began eating her first pussy. She liked it from the very first taste and wondered why she had not done this sooner. She was going to be making up for this in the future, she had some cute girlfriends and a few of the law clerks at Daddy’s firm might be up for some fun, Candy believed. She and AJ were hunching and writhing and both women could feel the eyes of their men upon them as they made each other climax.

“Fuck her!” AJ demanded. “I’ve never seen a father and daughter fuck, do it Tom, screw your daughter, do the little whore! William, come over here and show them how well you fuck your mommy! Let’s all fuck in the same bed!” The two younger people each moved to their own parent and both women got on top. They were able to position themselves so that they could kiss each other while fucking the men. Candy thought rightly that this was the hottest thing she had ever done. So far, her vacation with Daddy had exceeded even her wildest of dreams. Boy, would she have some great stories to share with her mom when they returned home the following week. She wondered how much Laurel might be enjoying her vacation with her Aunt Marcia and Uncle Edward.

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