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This part of the John and Carol story can probably stand alone. But for background, I would suggest you read part 1.

This story is fiction. It is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are aged eighteen or older.

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My mother and I had been lovers for a week since the Saturday evening we had acknowledged a desire for each other. A lust that each had kept hidden from the other. Fantasies had been in both our minds for years. Years of lonely masturbation while the lover of our dreams slept in a room across the hall.

We found a deep yearning that could only be satisfied through the sin of incest. But not a sin; not for us. To our lonely selves, it was a joyous meeting of our bodies; of our souls.

We had been insatiable all week. I would wait to hear her car in the garage. I would meet her as she came through the door into the kitchen. I would be naked beneath my robe. My cock would be hard and throbbing. It took all my willpower not to tear her clothes off her. We would suck and fuck until replete and be ready for more within the hour. My nervousness had gone. It had fled with my virginity. At least as far as my mother was concerned.

It was a Friday. The work week was over. We would have each other until Monday morning. We kissed, hard, hot, lots of tongue.

I’ll be right back,” Mom said.

She went to the bedroom; our bedroom now. I had moved a lot of my things into it. I fixed her a drink while she was gone. Whisky and soda, not too strong and lots of ice. It was her way of unwinding after work. Mom drank very little, but she did like a drink after work.

She returned in a few minutes. She had changed her slacks for a skirt. Her skinny legs were nylon covered. She was wearing the moderate heels she usually wore. She was still dressed in the suit jacket and blouse she had worn for work. She had never changed into a skirt before. I wondered what she had in mind.

She sat in a chair in the living room. I brought her drink. She sipped it slowly.

“It is so nice to come home to you, my love,” she said softly. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I had a hard time getting any work done. Fantasies, hot dreams of you eating me at work. Visions of you under my desk sucking my pussy while I did bank business.”

She smiled then, that beautiful smile that lit up her face. “My panties would be soaked if I hadn’t used a pad. My slacks, too. Just before quitting time, I closed my door and masturbated. I sat at my desk with my hand pushed down the front of my slacks and pretended my finger was your tongue.”

Mom took another sip of her drink then set it on the table next to the chair. She held her arms open to me, then, as her legs spread wide in invitation.

“Show me what you would have done for your mother under the desk.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I shed my robe. Her talk had made me hot. I loved to eat my mother after she had been working all day. The idea that she had cum in her pants made her all the more desirable.

I fell to my knees between her splayed thighs. I pushed her skirt up, reaching for the panties. I was rushing things, showing no finesse at all. I tugged on the waist, pulling them over Mom’s bony hips. She lifted her butt to help.

I pulled them off her feet. I brought them to my face to inhale the perfumes, to taste the juices soaked into the pad. To breathe the fragrance, to lick the sopping pad. To taste of the ambrosia; her juices, her cum, the sweat of her crotch, her piss.

I reveled in it, in my mother’s extracts. Mom reached for the panties. Taking them from me she rubbed the pad on me; on my cheeks, on my neck.

She looped them around the back of my neck using them to pull me to her pussy. To lick and suck at her fragrant cunt. Her legs went over my shoulders. Her nylons thrilled my bare flesh. Her heels on the small of my back drummed on my spine as she came with shuddering force.

One hand twisted in my hair. She held me tight to her flowing cunt. I rolled my eyes up to see her, to watch her expression. She was holding the panties to her face, breathing in her essences. She licked at her juices, much as I had done.

She threw them away and pushed me away from her cunt. She slid off the chair to her knees, facing me. We shared a hot, hard, kiss. Her tongue licked her juices from my lips and tongue. She pushed me onto my back to dive on my cock.

She straddled me, pushing her still hot aromatic cunt into my face. Her skirt draped over her ass as I responded to her lust and her heat.

On the living room carpet, we ate each other. Her on top. Me on top. On our sides. She was cumming with screaming shudders. The screams were muffled by my throbbing cock fucking her wet mouth. Waves of orgasmic pleasure tore through her body. Her nylon clad thighs pressed my head. Her hands twisted in my hair as she held me to her cunt. My mother’s cunt that I loved so much.

I came with an electric thrill. My cum gushed into her şişli escort mouth, filling it, overflowing her lips. She came herself as she milked my cum from my hard cock, as her cum flowed over my face.

We collapsed together and lay like that, head to sex. Somewhere I found the energy to turn, so as to lie face to face with her. I watched raptly as she rolled her tongue through my cum in her mouth. Savoring it, loving it, enjoying the creamy slickness of it.

She kissed me to share it. She swallowed, then she licked her juices from my face. I licked my cum from her cheeks and chin.

We lay there until we had recovered enough to sit up. I stood and held out a hand to her. We stood together embracing, exchanging a loving kiss. Loving now that the initial heat was past. Past for now.

“That was hot, Mom,” I said, my voice husky with the lust, the thought of what was yet to come. “There was something about you wearing that skirt while we made love. That was a real thrill for me. Please leave it on.”

“I thought you would like it. I’ll wear it for you,” Mom said.

I put my robe on. Mom was still dressed, except for her panties. We sat on the couch together. She with her drink. We talked very little, being content to be close.

Eventually, I had to get up in order to get dinner ready. I liked to cook. Since I wasn’t working, it made sense for me to take over that chore.

It was a light meal. Neither of us wanted to overeat. We made some small talk for a while. Mom had shed her jacket but was still wearing her blouse and skirt. As we were sipping our after dinner coffee, she opened the buttons on the blouse to let it fall open. I thought it was hot, the way she did it.

Then I asked Mom something I had wondered about.

“Mom,” I asked. “What did you do before? Before last week I mean. You seem to have a healthy sexual appetite. Surely you didn’t go without.”

I knew part of the answer. I had snooped, after all.

“Oh John,” she said. “Are you trying to embarrass me?”

“No,” I replied. “I am really interested. I don’t mind telling you that I masturbated to visions of you.”

“Well I have my toys,” Mom said. “I masturbated with them. Like you, it was with images of you in my mind. Sometimes, I could almost feel you on top of me.”

She paused before saying, “After your grandfather died, Mom and I would get together once in a while.

“We didn’t make love, but we did mutually gratify each other.” She paused again. “I shouldn’t be telling you all this.”

I didn’t know why she was telling me. I wondered if she knew the reason herself.

“Please go on, Mom,” I said. “I think it’s hot.”

“Your grandmother was very lonely after my father died,” Mom continued. “After she retired, it got even worse. She told me about her problems, about how she was so horny. That simply masturbating wasn’t enough.

“I suggested a vibrator. She was a little reluctant.” Mom smiled. “You wouldn’t know it from listening to her talk, but your grandmother has a prudish side.

“I should say ‘did have’. She got over it,” Mom laughed again. “I had to show her how to use one. That’s how our mutual gratification sessions started. We would get together about two or three times a month once we started them. I think they’ll probably end now.”

“They don’t have to, Mom,” I said.

“I have you now, John. I don’t need the vibrators or the sessions with my mom any longer.”

“But Grandma might still need them,” I told her.

I found the idea of Mom and Grandma together intriguing. I couldn’t help but wonder how far the sessions had gone.

“I’d love to see you use a vibrator on yourself,” I continued. “You can cum a lot more often than I can. You wouldn’t have to wait for me to be ready again. Do you have a favorite toy?” I asked.

“I have several I like,” she answered. “Depending on my mood. Maybe later I can play with one for you. You can masturbate for me. I want to watch you cum. I have never seen it happen.”

“Ok,” I agreed.

“What I really want is to make illicit love with my son all weekend,” Mom said. “Maybe with a little mutual masturbation thrown in.”

“That sounds thrilling,” I responded. “Let’s go sit on the couch while I work up to more loving. You can tell me more about you and Grandma.”

We sat on the couch close together. A couple of hot, wet kisses put us both in the mood for play.

“When I watch porn, one of my favorites is women using a vibrator,” I told Mom.

“I’ve never watched any,” Mom said. “Porn I mean. Maybe we could watch some together. Would you like that?”

“Yes, I think I would,” I told her. “Especially if it was a turn on for you.

“Tell me more about you and Grandma. Did you enjoy the times with her?”

She seemed to think for a moment then she said, “I think I did. If we hadn’t been together for a while I would get antsy. Horny, too.”

“How about Grandma? Did she enjoy your times together?” I asked.

“I think so,” tuzla escort Mom replied. “It was often her who would initiate our visits. ‘Playtimes’, she called them.”

“Would she like to have a playtime with you and I together?” I asked. I don’t know what had made me so bold. I hadn’t forgotten the conversation I had overheard, when Grandma had indicated that she wouldn’t mind taking me to bed.

Mom wasn’t amused by the idea.

“You can forget any ideas like that, John. Just because we’re lovers doesn’t mean I’ll act like a slut for you. I don’t think my mother would be amused by the thought, either.”

“Ok Mom, I’ll drop it,” I told her. “But you never know if she might. She may still need something like your playtimes, and you two have already broken the ice between yourselves.”

“Your grandmother knows about us,” Mom said with a no-nonsense tone of voice. “If she wants something like that, she’ll say so.”

Mom had told me that her mother had encouraged her to become my lover. She hadn’t told me many of the details, only that Grandma knew about us. I had not told her about overhearing the conversation. I wondered now if I should.

“Mom,” I was stammering a little. “I need to tell you something. I heard you and Grandma talking. I knew that you were coming on to me. That you wanted us to be lovers.” I hesitated, watching Mom’s expression. After an initial look of surprise, she put on a poker face. “I heard Grandma say that she would like to get me in bed, too.”

“That doesn’t change anything,” Mom replied. “I will not bring up the subject unless my mother mentions it.” She was getting a little testy. I thought that if I wanted as hot a weekend as I hoped for that I had better drop the subject.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t want to upset you,” I said. I kissed her softly. She put her head on my shoulder and hugged me.

“That’s ok, sweetie. You’re forgiven.”

We held each other. Soft kisses turned hot. I sucked her nipples and pushed my hand under her skirt to her bare pussy. I was surprised to find it wet, very wet. Whatever Mom may have said, about inviting her mother to join us, her cunt was saying different.

Her hand was inside my robe fondling my rapidly hardening dick.

“Would you like to watch some porn now?” I asked.

“Yes,” Mom answered. “Let’s make a hot time of it. I’ll get a vibrator. We’ll play together. We both want to watch each other, anyway.”

“I have a couple of videos we can watch on the TV,” I told her. “I’ll go get them.”

Mom went to the bedroom to get her toys while I went to my old room for the videos. I usually watched porn on my computer, but I did have a few on DVD. I picked out one with a threesome as well as a lesbian flick with lots of mutual vibration.

I was feeling thrills in my body already. I was eagerly anticipating what was coming. I was anxious to watch my mother’s reaction. I met her back in the living room. I was happy to see that she was still wearing the skirt and the open blouse.

I decided to play the lesbian video first. As I inserted it into the player, Mom sat sideways on the couch. Her back was against the armrest. Both her feet were on the seat. Her legs were parted. Her skirt was pulled back to her waist. Her finger played in the slit of her pussy.

I sat at her feet with the remote. As I started the video, I gazed between her stringy thighs at the wild tangle of her bush. At the glisten of her juices on the swollen lips of her cunt. I watched her finger sliding over her hard clit. She spread her labia; opening herself for my view.

The redness, the sweet red color of her sex. The puffiness of her yearning. My thoughts were a jumble of desire, of lust. I wanted to bury my face in her heat, her wetness. But I wanted to watch her cum more. To see her expression, to gaze at her sinewy body’s reaction as waves of pleasure tore through her.

She turned her head to watch the show. As the two women on the screen pushed vibrators into each other’s cunt, my mother started to play with hers. She ran it over her clit, back up to her nipples. Then back to her clit as her free hand pinched and pulled at her erect nipple. She may not have had breasts, but her nipples were very sensitive.

She slid the vibrator into herself, sliding it into the tunnel of her vagina, watching the video as she did. The girls in the flick threw their toys aside and went down on each other, each burying her face in the other’s cunt.

I watched Mom closely. She seemed interested. Her tongue licked her lips sensuously as she picked up the pace of thrusting her toy into herself.

The scent of her musk was strong, empowering; enlivening my cock. I was hard. As hard as I had ever been, almost to the point of pain. Blood pulsed into my shaft, throbbing. I stroked myself slowly, softly. It was hard to hold back, but I wanted to watch my mother cum.

I wanted to watch her expression as she pumped the vibrator into her hot, wet pussy. I wanted to watch the toy pendik escort slide between her puffy lips. I wanted to see her rub the toy against her hard clit. I wanted to see the juices flow from her cunt, glistening on the hairs of her wild thatch. I wanted to sense the fragrant aroma of her arousal.

I could sense her approach to an orgasm. The gasps, the sharp intakes of breath. The lifting of her hips as she thrust the toy hard into herself, faster as she neared climax.

I exulted with her as she came on her toy. As orgasms tore through her body in waves. As she brought herself to yet more thrills as soon as the prior one had passed. As she came time after time until she was satiated with orgasmic bliss.

She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. She turned it off, but lay there spent. Her back was against the armrest, her head back. Her eyes closed.

She stirred after a few minutes. She sat up and rested her head on my shoulder.

Her eyes were on my hard cock as she said, softly, “It’s never been that good before. It must be because I was doing it for you.

“It’s your turn now,” she whispered after a few minutes.

I was ready. I picked up the pace of my stroking. Aroused as I was from watching my mother masturbate, plus the thrill of her watching me, it wasn’t long before I felt the thrills of impending orgasm. The sensations in the cells of my body. The electric thrill in my cock. My hips lifted from the couch as my cum gushed from me, spewing over my fist and onto my belly.

Mom’s arm was around me. I felt it tighten as she watched. Her free hand turned my head to hers. She kissed me open mouthed. Our tongues twisting and darting around each other.

We laid down on the couch together, both of us spent. We eventually got the energy to go to the bedroom. Mom was still wearing her open blouse and skirt. I thought she looked hot like that. I asked her to leave them on. As we laid on the bed together, I realized we had never got around to watching the second video. The one with the threesome. I tottered back to the living room to get it. I put it in the player for the TV in Mom’s room. I didn’t start it yet, though.

We dozed off for a while, not for long, though. We had been looking forward to the weekend for days; to the time when we would be able to lie in each other’s arms and make love without having to get up for work in the morning. To fuck and suck. To eat each other without restraint. To lie together and inhale the scents of our arousal, the fragrance of our cum. To taste each other; the sweat, the cum, and yes, even the traces of piss.

We woke in an hour. Mom first, she woke me by raining kisses on me.

“We have another video to watch,” I told her.

“I hardly got to see the other one,” she replied with a laugh. “We’ll have to look at it again.”

We sat up in bed leaning back against the headboard. We sat close wanting as much contact between us as possible. Mom grabbed the remote and started the video.

It was surprisingly well done but I knew that. It one of the reasons I had chosen it for my mother’s first experience with porn. I watched Mom as she watched the video. Her expression was neutral most of the time but she licked her lips when the two women went down on each other. She was playing with my cock with one hand. Her other hand went to her pussy to rest on top of mine, which was already there. She guided my finger to her clit as she watched the three actors eating each other in a circle of joy.

About half way through the film, I slid down to lie between her skinny thighs. To rub my face on her wild bush. To cover her vulva with my mouth. To lick at her hot flowing cunt. It was hard to say if Mom was enjoying the video or not but her wet cunt indicated she was aroused. I brought her to an orgasm just as the show was finishing.

When the video was done, she pulled me by the hair to lie alongside of her.

She told me, “I guess you had a reason for showing me that one, John. I did find it quite erotic, though. Your little plot may have worked. I’ll have to think about my mother now.

“I’m not sure about anything right now, only that I love making love with you. Let’s rest a while now.”

We fell asleep, both sexually satisfied.

Mom woke first. I opened my eyes to hear her in the bathroom. I got up and went to join her. She was brushing her teeth. I pissed while she finished up. There was no shyness between us any longer.

Mom was still wearing the disheveled skirt and blouse. The open blouse flashed her nipples as she moved. The tooth brushing finished, she hugged me and gave me a light kiss.

“I’ll make breakfast this morning,” she told me. “I want to feed my lover, keep his strength up.”

“OK. Mom.” I replied. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I walked into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing an open robe. Mom was at the stove, her back to me. As she turned to flash me one of her beautiful smiles, I noticed that the back of her skirt was dark with stains from our cum. I stood behind her and pressed my rapidly hardening cock into the crack of her ass, rubbing it on the stained area of the skirt. My hands went to her tits. I rubbed the flesh around them as if I was caressing a plump pair of tits. I had found that Mom had many of the same feelings as if she had breasts to fondle. She enjoyed my caresses in that area.

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Continued from Chapter 01:

“Why are you home? You’re never home. You’re always out on dates,” he said making quotation marks with his fingers of both of his hands when he said the word dates. “Did the drugstore run out of condoms?”

She gave him a cold, hard stare before blurting out her contempt of him.

“Fuck you,” she said giving him a mean look before giving him a smile.

She got his joke. She had a fun sense of humor. Instead of being mad, she laughed. His sister was so pretty but when she smiled in the way she just did; she was even prettier.

“Sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up by getting you to smile. You’re so much prettier when you smile,” he said paying his sister a rare compliment.

He always thought of his compliments in regards to his sister but seldom verbalized them. Whenever he thought about complimenting his sister, he couldn’t possibly verbalize the inappropriate sexual things that flooded his mind.

‘God, my sister has such big tits. Jesus, my sister has such a nice ass. I’d love to spread her long, shapely legs and eat her pussy. I’d loved to tap that ass. She looks so hot in that tight, skimpy outfit. Damn, I can see her nipple through her blouse. Like mother like daughter, she has such big nipples.’

By the looks she gave him, she was always suspicious of his motives whenever he complimented her so he seldom did. With him never complimenting her unless he wanted something, she made a face.

“I can’t help it if I’m popular,” she said with a sexy laugh while tossing back her long, lush, brown, hair with a flip of her head.

As if she was getting ready to blow one of her many boyfriends or hopefully him by moving her hair out of the way, he loved it when his sister flipped back her hair in that sexy way. With him thwarted from seeing her panties or her pussy, he stared at the big impressions her breasts made in her blouse. Not that his sister needed a padded bra, she didn’t, but with most bras sold today padded, he was unable to see the impressions his sister’s nipples would have made through her bra and blouse. Not even giving him a glimpse of her cleavage, but for one unbuttoned button, her blouse was buttoned nearly all the way to her neck.

“So why are you home?”

She made a sour face and rolled her eyes.

“My date cancelled at the last minute. We were supposed to see a movie. He has the flu,” she said. “Well, now that you’re home, I’m going to bed,” she said standing without parting her knees as if her knees were cemented together. “It’s late and I’m tired.”

He was touched that his sister waited up for him to make sure he got home safe.

“Thanks for waiting up for me,” he said.

Undressing her with his eyes, he stared at her while thinking about offering his sister money to strip herself naked and have sex with him. He’d love nothing more to see his sister naked with a hundred-dollar bill placed on each of her nipples and another one placed on her pussy. She gave him a dirty look in response to his thanks for waiting up for him.

“I wasn’t waiting up for you. I was on the phone and then I was watching a movie,” she said. “Goodnight,” she said.

Even though she was such a bitch, he still stared at the sexy shape her ass made in her skirt as she climbed the stairs. If judging her body by her breasts, by all the wet T-shirt contests she had won during Spring Break, not only did his sister have beautiful breasts, breasts that he had yet to see, she had a beautiful body too. The perfect package with a very pretty face, big tits, and a shapely ass, she had long, sexy, shapely legs too.

With him being the incorrigible pervert that he was, he was tempted to run up behind her and squat down on the stairs for an up skirt peek to see if she was wearing panties. Only, not wanting to be a total degenerate and not wanting to ruin his chances with her, he’d save his incestuous lust for a little later when confronting her with money. He turned off the television, turned down the heat, and turned off the lights.

Chapter 02:

Instead of running up the stairs behind her and squatting down on the stairs to peek up her short skirt to see if she was wearing panties, Jason waited for his sister to climb the stairs. Not easy to control the urge, he so wanted to know if she was wearing panties or not. He so wanted to peek up her skirt to see her the in between her legs peek of her panty clad or of her naked ass.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs while waiting and listening for his sister to finish using the bathroom. Not wanting her to see him, he ducked out of the way when she walked by the second floor landing to go in her room. He waited and listened until he heard Jennifer’s bedroom door close and before he slowly and silently crept up the stairs. As if on a mission and he was, he was as nervous as he was sexually zonguldak escort excited. As if a planned invasion, hoping to catch her in her sexy underwear, topless, or even naked, he was going to barge in his sister’s bedroom in hopes that she was indecently dressed.

Slowly but surely, step by step, as if he was a burglar in his own house, he quietly snuck up the steps. As if he was a Ninja assassin in readiness to kill someone, he didn’t make a sound. As if he was an intruder who wanted to remain undetected until the last possible instant, he crept up the stairs while wondering what his big sister was doing behind her closed, bedroom door.

Spending a lot of time alone in her room lately, her private place and her sacred space, when she wasn’t out on a date, she was always in her bedroom. What was she doing, he wondered? Was she already undressing herself? Was she brushing her beautiful, long, brown, lush hair in the mirror while in her sexy underwear, topless, or naked? He wondered that too. Or was she doing nothing sexual and just removing her make up. He didn’t know. He couldn’t tell. He had no idea but it was pure torture wondering if she was already undressing.

Truth be told and something he’d never tell his sister for fear that she’d hit him, she looked so much better with her make up than without it. A pretty woman anyway but with makeup making a dramatic difference, and with her going from a nine to a ten plus, she was sensational looking with all of those beauty products on her face. As if her face was a blank canvas that she painted with her cosmetic brush, by adding the right amount of shades, tints, and colors, she knew how to make herself look even more beautiful. Then, when she smiled, such a shocking transformation, as if her beauty and white teeth lit up an otherwise dark room, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

With her always on her cell phone, he always wondered if she was talking on the phone to one of her hot girlfriends or to one of her many boyfriends. Not having a life of his own, he lived vicariously through his sister and his mother. Whatever they were doing, whether freely, begrudgingly, or reluctantly, they always invited him and included him. He enjoyed being around them as much as they no doubt rather that he was out with a girlfriend. Only, there was no woman that he wanted more than his sister and/or his mother. They were the only women for him. They were so beautiful. They were so sexy.

He didn’t have a cell phone, unable to afford one, until now, his sister’s phone was always ringing off the hook. No doubt because she always put out on a date with another new man and never said no, not one to disappoint and sexually frustrate her date, there was always some man sniffing around her. Like mother, like daughter, his sister was such a whore. Like mother, like daughter, and like grandmother, they were all such whores.

Rather than imagining her getting ready for bed, as he enjoyed imagining, maybe she was getting ready to masturbate. The only thing he’d like more than walking in on his sister undressing is walking in on his sister while she was masturbating.

‘In the way I’d love for my sister to know only catch me masturbating but also watch me masturbating, I’d love to catch my sister masturbating. I’d love to watch my sister masturbating,’ he thought.

Fingering herself with her fingers or rubbing her clit with her vibrator, he imagined his sister fucking her pussy with her dildo. She had a big, black dildo that she named Tyrone. He’d love to watch her fuck her pussy with that big, hard monster.

As if she was an exotic and erotic stripper on stage, he’d love for his sister to give him a personal, private masturbation show of the interior of her pink pussy. He’d love to watch her feeling her big, naked breasts and fingering her erect, naked nipples, while playing with her wet, naked cunt. He’d love for his sister to ask him for a helping hand, an eager mouth, or a fast finger. Just as he’d love to masturbate together with his sister, he’d love for his sister to watch him masturbating too.

‘How hot is that? I’d definitely pay to see her tease her clit with her vibrator before fucking her cunt hole with her dildo,’ he thought while thinking about all of the things he could persuade his sister to do for money.

Only, once he opened that Pandora’s Box of incest there was no turning back. Once they crossed that line of incest, nothing would be the same. Their incestuous, sexual memories, would be forever etched in their minds. Even after they married, had children, and lived respectable, separate lives, the guilt and the remorse that he had sex with his sister would always haunt him.

Impossible to know, he stood still on the steps to listen while trying to hear what his sister was doing in her room. Careful not to step on the creaking steps to alert her in knowing that he was there waiting while listening, he made it to the front of her bedroom door without making a sound. This fethiye escort was it, alone with his hot sister, and with his mother not around to run interference and ruin everything, he was so close to Nirvana and to claiming his sister as his prize. He couldn’t wait to see her in her sexy underwear. He couldn’t wait to see her topless. He couldn’t wait to see her naked.

By unexpectedly barging open her bedroom door at the precise moment, he was hopefully going to see his sister in her panties and bra, topless, naked, or pleasuring herself while naked on her bed. This was it, this was finally it, his sexual fantasy come true, with his mother not around to interrupt him, he was finally going to see his slutty sister without her clothes. As nervous as he was sexually excited, he couldn’t wait to barge open her bedroom door. He couldn’t wait to see something of his sister that he shouldn’t see and had never seen before. He just couldn’t wait to quickly open her bedroom door. He couldn’t wait.

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Their mother was gone for the weekend visiting her sick mother, their grandmother, Jean. The first time in a long time, finally, he was home alone with his sister for an extended period of time. Hopefully, with her cooperating, this was his chance to see his sister in all manner of undress. He just hoped to God that his mother didn’t bring his grandmother home to stay with them again. He loved his grandmother, of course, but sometimes she was too much.

Once here, squatting in the spare bedroom, she never leaves. As if a ghost who haunted the house, she was here, there, and everywhere. With her short fuse and hot temper, she sometimes reminded him of Granny Clampett of the Beverly Hillbillies fame. With her hearing everything and seeing all, she was omniscient in her awareness of what he was doing and when he was doing it. Something he got away with his mother, his grandmother was always hitting him in the head for misbehaving, for being impolite, and for being disrespectful.

Her weapon of choice, as if it was an extension of her hand, was her heavy, cast iron, 12″ frying pan. The heavy pan must weigh ten pounds. When she wasn’t walking around swinging her cast iron, frying pan at his head, she was making pan-sized pancakes that nearly weighed as much as the pan. Because of the things he did, didn’t do, said, or forgot to say, especially please and thank you, she was always bopping him in the back of his head with that pan. Now even in his sleep, he heard a gong sound of iron against bone.

“Geez, Grandma, you’re going to give me a concussion or brain damage,” he said rubbing his head every time she hit him with her pan.

She made a sour face at him as if he was a crybaby.

“You’d have to have a brain to have it damaged,” she said laughing. “With you masturbating night and day and with you sneaking around trying to see your sister and your mother without their clothes, the only brain you have is in your penis. Now unless I hit you with my frying pan in your testicles, you’re safe from being brain damaged,” she said with a loud, annoying laugh.

With her wearing a lot of costume jewelry, able to smell her before entering a room or after she left a room, she always smelled of BENGAY and cheap Avon perfume. Showing no embarrassment or shame, she was always walking around him in her granny panties and her huge five hook bra, topless, or naked, and without her teeth. The first time he saw his grandmother in her bra and panties, with him always so horny and filled with testosterone, he masturbated night and day. The first time he saw her topless, he again masturbated himself night and day over seeing her giant, sagging breasts, her large areolas, and her big, erect nipples. Then, the first time he saw her naked, after seeing her wrinkled ass and bushy brown pussy, he broke his old record by masturbating himself five times in one day.

Accustomed to seeing her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked, he seldom masturbated over her anymore. Now seeing his grandmother topless and/or naked was much like getting used to seeing naked people on a nude beach. Only, having a sexual overload, he’d never get used to seeing naked women, of course, but that’s what he heard happens on a nude beach. Seen one, seen them all was hard for him to believe. Yet, had he not experienced that sexual disinterest with his grandmother’s naked appearance, he may not have believed that a nude beach phenomena was the same.

He wished his sister and mother were exhibitionists in the way that his grandmother obviously was. He wished his sister would walk around him in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. He wished his mother would walk around him in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. If only his mother and sister would take a lesson from his grandmother, he’d have no need to pay them money for sex. If only his sister and mother would walk around him naked, he’d freely walk around them naked too. Just as he wished he alanya escort could see them naked, obviously they didn’t want to see him naked.

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In the way his sister was young, at 23-years-old, and his mother was mature at 46-years-old, his grandmother was old, wicked old at 69-years-old. With her nipples pointing at her feet instead of pointing straight ahead, her big breasts sagged as much as her body was wrinkled. Actually making her look older than what she was, drinking and smoking had taken a toll on his grandmother’s body. Nonetheless, with her 69-years-old, she was closer in age to 80-years-old than she was to 50-years-old.

In the way he was always trying to see his mother and his sister without their clothes, convolutely weird, his grandmother was always trying to see him without his clothes. He wished it was the other way around. He wished his mother and sister were intent on seeing him without his clothes. Willing to show them what he imagined that they so wanted to see, he’d love nothing more than to expose his cock to his sexy sister and his MILF of a mother. Instead, not nearly the same, he was relegated to being forced to expose his cock to his ancient grandmother.

The oracle of the family, never filtering anything before saying it, and fearing no woman or man, his grandmother was a character. In the way that his sister and mother were whores, so wasn’t his grandmother. Only, in the way that his sister and mother went out of their way to hide their whoredom, seemingly, his grandmother didn’t care. She was proud of being a whore.

Perhaps too old to care what anyone thought of her, his grandmother was out in the open about her nasty, incestuous, sexual behavior and her slutty sexuality. She loved telling off-color and dirty, filthy, disgusting jokes to anyone who’d listen, even strangers on the street. Wishing his bedroom door had a lock on it, she always barged in his bedroom on the pretense that she needed his help with something just as he was shooting a load of cum all over his chest and stomach.

Wishing it was his mother or his sister catching him masturbating and cumming, his grandmother had an innate sense and a psychic way of somehow knowing when he was ejaculating from masturbating himself. With his hand tightly wrapped around his cock, his headphones on, and his eyes closed, he couldn’t count how many times he opened his eyes to see his grandmother standing in his bedroom with his door closed behind her. As if she was a ghost haunting him or she magically appeared seemingly out of thin air, she was always there watching him masturbating while staring at his cock. In the way that he leered at his sister and mother, his grandmother leered at him. Obviously, in the way that he sexually wanted his sister and mother, his grandmother sexually wanted him.

“Gees, Grandma. What the fuck? Am I not allowed any privacy? Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing. You need to knock first before opening my door. I was busy doing something,” he said embarrassed that his grandmother caught him cumming all over his chest and stomach, yet, again.

Too big and too stiff for him to cover his erect prick with his hand and to stuff it back down out of her view, she always stared at his exposed cock. Whenever she caught him naked and stroking himself, she stared at his engorged prick in the way he imagined his sister and mother staring at his engorged prick. Even though he wasn’t sexually attracted to his grandmother in the way he was sexually attracted to his sister and mother, whenever his grandmother stared at his cock in the way she did, she made him horny. She made him want her to stroke him. She made him want her to suck him. She even made him want her to fuck him.

“Busy my ass. You were busy masturbating yourself again is all. You’re going to go blind,” she said pointing her crooked, tobacco stained finger of accusation at him. “Boy, you need to get a hobby other than jerking off. You need to get a job,” she said. “You need to get out more. You need a girlfriend,” she said posing, smiling, and batting her eyelashes at him as if hinting for him to make her his girlfriend.

Embarrassed that she caught him jerking off, yet, again, now he knew how his sister and mother must feel with him stalking them in hopes of seeing something that he shouldn’t see of them. Now he knew how his sister and mother must feel when he stares at them and leers at them. Now he knew how his sister and mother must feel when he undresses them with his eyes.

“Next time knock, please, Grandma,” he said with his hand covering most of his cock but with his hairy balls in plain sight.

Before closing his bedroom door and leaving without even telling him what it was she wanted, she looked from his cock to look at him before staring down at his engorged prick again. She stared at his exposed prick as if she wanted to suck him and fuck him. Then, she said something that he wished his sister and/or his mother would say to him instead of his grandmother.

“Next time,” she said moving her hand up and down as if giving an imaginary hand job. “So that you don’t run the risk of getting hairy palms, I can help you with that,” she said giving him a sexy smile, a naughty look, a dirty laugh, and a wink. “Whenever you’d like me to do that for you, I could give you a hand job. I don’t mind,” she said with a dirty laugh.

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She wanted him to stick it in her; she wanted to taste his cum in her mouth. Chelsea wanted many things as she felt her boyfriend’s hard-on press against her bare ass. But her parents were about two feet away from them, sleeping in the same tent. Chelsea let out a small moan as Taylor’s cock slipped in between her thighs and rubbed up against her moistening pussy. She wanted it so badly, but she didn’t want the first night of her family’s camping trip to end with her parents waking up to her moans.

Lisa woke up to the small moan of her daughter. She slowly turned her head and opened one eye. She couldn’t see much, just the sleeping bag covering Taylor, her daughter’s boyfriend. Lisa wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let them sleep together, but since they were both over 18 and seemingly in love, she wasn’t going to be the asshole mother who split them up. Lisa closed her eyes and looked forward to the next week; one whole nature-filled backcountry camping trip with her family, no neighbors, no worries, and some quality time with her family. She was also looking forward to getting to know Taylor more. He seemed nice, was very handsome for his age, and was always very polite. Lisa heard some movement from her daughter’s side of the tent and slowly glanced over again. Her eyes opened wide as she saw the sleeping bag had been pulled up and she could almost see Taylor’s entire backside. Her eyes roamed down his muscular back to the top of his ass. She almost gasped when she noticed his boxers had been pulled down to his ankles, her own body reacting as she took in the body of her daughter’s boyfriend. Being as he was completely turned facing her daughter, she couldn’t see anything else besides his muscular back and firm ass, realizing suddenly that she wanted to see more.

Chelsea had rolled away from her boyfriend; pulling the sleeping bag with her and feeling his cock pop out from her slick thighs. She was hot as hell, and it was hard to deny her boyfriend what they both wanted. She turned to face him, lifting the sleeping bag to glance down at his growing member.

“I want it in my mouth,” Chelsea said to her boyfriend quietly, licking her lips. “I want your hot cum dripping down my chin,” Chelsea leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

Lisa’s jaw almost dropped at her daughter’s words, her legs spreading slightly, unnoticed. She suddenly wished it was her saying those words, her sex life being practically non-existent. Her hand found the way down to her panty covered pussy. She gasped slightly when she felt the moistness. Resuming her undercover mission, Lisa watched as Taylor began moving his hips ever so slightly. She heard a moan of pleasure escape his lips, watching his ass move back and forth, slipping a finger under her panties to rub herself. She gave way to her body’s desires, disregarding her morals. Taylor’s legs spread apart ever so slightly and she could see the underside of his balls. She watched as they tightened and loosened, realizing her daughter was stroking him as she slipped one finger inside her sopping cunt.

Chelsea brought her hand away from her boyfriend’s cock, bringing it to her mouth and licking it, tasting the precum from his tip. She drooled on her hand, letting the saliva drip from her mouth. Resuming the handjob, she rubbed her saliva covered hand all over Taylor’s head, watching it glisten.

“Are you gonna cum for me big boy?” Chelsea asked with an innocent smile. She pulled her thong from her ankles and wrapped it around Taylor’s cock. “I want you to cum in my panties, I want your cum to warm up my pussy all night…”

Lisa imagined it was her saying those words, imagining her hand was stroking Taylor’s cock.

Chelsea smiled as her boyfriend stifled his moans in his pillow, feeling her panties soak through with his warm cum. She couldn’t believe how big his load was, her skimpy thong dripping as she pulled it away. In one move, Taylor quickly grabbed her thong and dropped it behind him, smiling at her. Chelsea smiled innocently, knowing how much he enjoyed her naked body at night. Turning around, she let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling his cum-covered cock retake its position in the crack of her ass.

Lisa was in a trance, staring at her daughter’s cum-soaked thong just inches from her face. She could smell the musky scent as her hand willed itself to grab them. Slowly picking them up, she watched the cum drip from the panties to the floor of the tent. She wanted to taste it, to feel the warmth of Taylor’s cum on her pussy. Trying not to make much noise, Lisa reached down and removed her panties ever-so-slowly, placing them where her daughter’s had been, right on top of a pool of Taylor’s cum. Lisa took maltepe escort her daughter’s cum-covered thong and slipped her feet inside, pulling it up slowly, feeling the warmth of Taylor’s cum cover her entirely. She made sure to pull it up firmly, the thong raping her ass as she did so. Her fingers rubbed her pussy mound with abandon, feeling the cum of her daughter’s boyfriend lubricating her completely. She inhaled sharply, the cum seeping into her, warming her insides. Lisa was completely sopping, her own juices mixing with Taylor’s cum, her pussy radiating with heat. Her fingers became aggressive, one hand rubbing her clit, spreading the sticky cum, the other diving into her hole. As she came close to cumming, she grabbed her panties with one hand and shoved them in her mouth, stifling her moans of pleasure. She could taste Taylor’s cum in her mouth, her panties soaked with it. Lisa could feel his cum inside her, and she let out a final moan as her body gave way to her perverse acts. After her intense orgasm, Lisa sucked on her panties, tasting Taylor’s cum and feeling the aftershocks. She took them out of her mouth, placing them on the floor of the tent. She smiled with pleasure as she felt the warmth of her daughter’s panties all night.

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Chelsea woke up before anyone else and quickly reached behind her boyfriend to grab her panties. Pulling them on, she was surprised to find it wasn’t a thong, but thought nothing of it. She thought she wore a thong last night but wasn’t sure. Chelsea got up slowly as to not wake anyone and walked out to the car to get some clothes. As she pulled on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, Ted, Chelsea’s dad emerged from the tent.

“Good morning baby,” Ted said while stretching, “Whadaya saw we get a fire going!”

“That sounds great dad,” Chelsea was hungry for breakfast and eager to get warmed up. Chelsea’s mind traveled back to last night, her pussy twitching, as she and her dad got busy working on the fire.

Lisa woke slowly, but felt very refreshed. She glanced around and noticed it was just her and Taylor in the tent. Mortified, she realized she still had her daughter’s thong on, but where were her panties? Her mind went back to last night as she reached down and felt the dried cum all over her pussy. It quivered to the touch, and she glanced over at Taylor, the upper half of his body uncovered. She admired his chest, his strong pecs, and his firm abs. She watched his chest rise and fall with his heavy breathing, thinking about the view she had of his ass and balls last night. Lisa suddenly was overcome with the desire to see his cock. Her mind raced as she unzipped the door to the tent barely and saw her husband and daughter busy working on a fire. Being woke up while camping was a pet peeve of hers, so she knew she would not be bothered. Her pussy moistened as she thought about how to get a glance. She noticed his boxers at the foot of the sleeping bag, quickly grabbing them and throwing them behind her. If he did get up, she could play innocent as he tried to find them. Her hand shaking, she grabbed the sleeping bag and slowly pulled it down. Lisa smiled as she saw the base of his cock, clean-shaven. She continued pulling and her eyes opened wide as she marveled at his girth. She hadn’t uncovered his head yet and she was already at seven inches at least. Her pussy twitched, dampening the front of her daughter’s thong. Finally, she yanked the covers completely free and her jaw dropped. She was staring at the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, a full eight inches in its flaccid state, from base to tip, and completely shaven. Lisa wanted, no, she needed to feel it in her hand. Going against everything she believed, she reached out and ran her finger from the base to the tip, feeling the veins running to his head, and tracing a small circle when she got to the purple head. Taylor’s cock twitched ever-so-slightly and Lisa was enthralled. Her pussy was practically dripping with excitement, and she responded by placing one hand on her mound, rubbing it gently. Lisa slowly picked up Taylor’s cock, her hand grasping it at the base, her fingers barely circling its entire girth. Her fingers pressed against her clit as she leaned in for a closer look.

Taylor felt a hand grasp his cock, waking to the touch. Thinking it was Chelsea, he slowly opened his eyes and was instantly shocked. It took all his might to not jump up from his sleeping bag instantly. His girlfriend’s mom was holding his cock straight up, her face mere inches from the tip, studying it intently. His body responded, blood flowing to manavgat escort his member and hardening quickly. He watched Lisa as her eyes widened, realizing her hand was tucked between her legs. Oh my god, she’s getting off, Taylor thought. His mind raced, where was Chelsea, where was her husband? He couldn’t help but look Lisa over as he thought, her bare legs, her small nightie stopping just above her waist, her c-cup breasts hanging down with no support. He realized she was a gorgeous woman, a woman who took care of herself physically. Her body was slim and firm, her breasts sagging only a little, her ass still tight from this angle. His entire body jolted when he felt the warmth of lips around his head.

Lisa couldn’t help herself. As Taylor’s cock hardened in her hand, she marveled at its strength. She was holding a stiff rod in her hand, a powerful pump that she felt the urge to milk. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and opened her lips to take in this monster, forgetting all consequences, abandoning all morals, and giving in to her desires. Her soft lips touched his head, opening wide as she penetrated her mouth with his cock. Her tongue touched his tip, tasting precum as Taylor’s body jolted and she snapped back to reality.

Taylor quickly closed his eyes. Shit! He thought. His girlfriend’s mom had quickly gotten up and was moving around the tent. He didn’t think she saw his eyes open, but he wasn’t sure. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, turning to see Lisa on her knees folding her sleeping bag, her bare ass staring him in the face. It was beautiful.

Shit! Lisa thought to herself, realizing the predicament she was in. She heard Taylor get up behind her and was aware she was completely exposed, but what could she do? Seeing his boxers in the corner of the tent, she smiled innocently, deciding to play it off like nothing happened.

“Well good morning sleepyhead,” Lisa said, glancing over her shoulder, “looks like someone had an exciting night.” Her eyes shot down to his crotch, taking in the sight.

“Ummm, I guess so…” was all Taylor could get out, as he desperately searched for his boxers, trying to keep his eyes off Lisa’s toned and firm ass.

“I think these might be what you’re looking for honey,” Lisa got on all fours, leaning forward and grabbed his boxers with her hand. She could feel her ass cheeks spreading as she leaned, exposing herself further.

If Taylor’s cock wasn’t at full attention before, it surely was now. He almost choked while he watched his girlfriend’s mom present herself to him. He saw her thong-covered pussy mound, completely soaked and see-through. He gasped at how sexy and smooth her pussy was, glistening in the morning light. She really did take good care of herself, he thought. He suddenly came to a realization, quickly jumping at his chance.

“Don’t move Mrs. Borne,” Taylor quickly shot out, his own voice betraying what his mind was telling him to do. Lisa froze, frightened and unsure of what was going to happen next. She closed her eyes as she heard him shuffle towards her on his knees. His hands grasped her hips and she felt his warm breath as he leaned in towards her ass.

“This thong looks awfully familiar,” Taylor’s nerves were on edge, but he forced himself to speak clearly and powerfully. “Does it belong to you?” Taylor had put two-and-two together, realizing she had on her daughter’s panties, the ones he had cum into last night. He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip from his fingers. He forcefully grabbed the sides of the thong and yanked it down to Lisa’s knees.

Lisa was taken aback. The change in Taylor’s voice had frightened her at first, but now it seemed to have another affect, bringing about a sexual response. She felt her pussy moisten, completely exposed to her daughter’s boyfriend. Lisa felt Taylor pull the thong from her legs; she was embarrassed, but also excited. She gasped when she felt Taylor’s monster cock probing the entrance of her ass, her entire body quickly tensing.

“Did you hear me slut?” Taylor leaned forward and whispered in her ear, just loud enough to scare her, but quiet enough so his voice wouldn’t carry outside the tent. “Who does this thong belong to?” Taylor held the thong in front of her face, letting her smell her own scent. “Tell me bitch,” Taylor pressed his cock up against her tense asshole, his head fighting against her tightness.

Lisa almost started crying, her body was responding in ways she never would have thought, adding to her embarrassment. “It’s my daughter’s,” she managed to say, in between her stifled sobs. She gasped as he probed against her asshole, şişli escort feeling her body slowly relaxing, not wanting to fight it anymore.

“How would you like me to tell her what you’ve done, you fucking slut?” Taylor was completely in charge now, and he was loving it. He felt her asshole relax slightly, and he pressed his head against her even harder, his tip almost completely in her asshole now.

“No! Please no!” Lisa couldn’t believe this was happening to her, but in a strange way she wanted it. She was so embarrassed, but her embarrassment was exciting, and it encouraged her to play the part. “I’m not a slut!”

“You are a slut, you’re a cum slut,” Taylor’s mind reeled as he thought of what to do next. “You’re gonna let me fuck your ass, or your daughter is never going to respect you again.”

Lisa heard the words and savored them, she wanted him in her ass, and she wanted him to fill it. “Please, no. I am a cum slut, I am.” She closed her legs and tried to fight it, but Taylor was much more powerful, spreading her legs forcefully and placing his tip at her entrance again.

“You’re mine for the rest of this trip,” Taylor was looking forward to this camping trip more and more each second, “Do you understand slut? Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cum, I’m you’re cum slut for the whole trip,” the words liberated her, and Lisa relaxed her asshole, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Her back arched and her mouth opened wide, Taylor’s head was completely inside her ass now. Lisa moaned and Taylor stuffed the thong in her mouth. She had never felt anything so large inside her before. She had messed around anally, but only with toys, never with the real thing. Lisa put her face in the sleeping bag, sticking her ass as high as she could, opening it for her daughter’s boyfriend. She reached her hands around and grabbed each cheek, spreading herself wide for the onslaught she desperately wanted.

Taylor couldn’t believe his luck. He watched as his cock disappeared inch-by-inch into her girlfriend’s mom’s ass. Her legs were kicking, her hands were desperately trying to spread her asshole further, and her moans were constantly muffled by the thong she had in her mouth. Finally, he was all the way inside; he loved the feeling of controlling this woman.

Lisa almost lost control; her entire ass was filled with cock. She felt him pull his cock out all the way, and she whimpered softly. He probed her entrance again with his head, and she worked to open her ass further. This time he was not so gentle, ramming his cock in her like a jackhammer. She felt tears run down her face, and she used one hand to rub her pussy. She was crying tears of embarrassment, tears of humiliation, but also because she wanted this more than anything. Her fingers worked her clit furiously, and as Taylor rammed his cock inside her, she felt the orgasm rising.

Taylor was nearing his climax, pumping her ass full of his cock again and again. His balls slapped against her pussy over and over, every time a shudder running through his girlfriend’s mom.

“I’m going to cum in your ass now, and you’re going to take it like the cum slut you are.” Taylor laughed to himself. “Don’t even think about letting it drip out, you need to hold it in there all day bitch.”

Lisa moaned in reply, her orgasm reaching its peak. Her legs shook, her pussy convulsed, and she became everything she wanted in that moment. She felt Taylor’s cock ram deep inside her ass, and she used her hand to milk his balls. She felt the warm cum filling her hole, tears running down her face, her hand massaging all the cum from his balls. It felt like an eternity, and she loved it. Finally, he pulled his cock from her ass, dripping with cum. She tensed her asshole and kept his cum inside of her like he had asked, it was liberating for her to follow his orders.

“Now suck this clean,” Taylor watched as his cum slut turned around on her knees, taking his cock in her hands and licking it like a lollipop. “Do you like my cum?”

Lisa moaned with a mouthful of cock. She was in for an exciting week. She finished up and pulled on her daughter’s thong, keeping the cum in her asshole. She was embarrassed as she stepped out of the tent, her daughter and husband waving at her with smiles on their faces.

“Hey mom, looking good!” Chelsea laughed from her spot by the fire. “I hope you didn’t wake Taylor up… did you?”

“Don’t worry, he’s sleeping like a baby,” Lisa responded. She quickly walked to the car and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Walking over she sat down next to her daughter by the fire. She felt some of Taylor’s cum leak from her asshole, pooling up underneath her.

“I’m in love with him mom,” Chelsea innocently said, “I think we’re gonna get married.”

All Lisa could muster was an “mmmm,” as her mind traveled back to her daughter’s boyfriend’s cock and how she couldn’t let Chelsea have it. She felt the warmth of his cum on her ass and was reassured that she belonged to him.

To be continued…

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All Characters in this story involved in sexual situations are at least 18 years of age.

The feeling struck me. This was a random occurrence—which made sense because I was a teenager. Technically, I was almost done with that phase since I was 17 at the time. Being nerdy, unconfident, and a regular at MTG tournaments made me the epitome of the stereotype for the opposite of a womanizer. I only had 1 girlfriend, and I was to hormonal for her. Obviously, dating her wasn’t my best idea since she was a catholic who strongly believed in abstinence and I was…a guy. But when push came to shove, I asked her out—unaware of my intentions, she agreed. This was around the end of the first semester of my senior year of high school. Needless to say, I was planning on using her for experience before college. She, being smarter than I gave her credit for, saw through this and I ended up getting the short end of the stick.

All of this background, as compelling as this trip down memory lane is, isn’t all too relevant. All that you need to know is that I was kind of depressed and had a serious case of blue balls after the (over the phone) breakup.

I did what any 19 year old when he’s not busy drinking or smoking—I jacked off. I did this a lot. Honestly, I even think I went a bit off the deep end at that point. The days mostly consisted of school, homework, masturbation, dinner, masturbation, and sleep. I admit, this cyclical environment got a bit boring after a while—but I had hope it was going to all change for the better in college.

It changed for the worse, before graduation even happened. One day, my friend Ryan and I were in the midst of a very engaging conversation in 10th period study hall. Revolving around sex, porn etc things of that nature—basically normal teen stuff. Both of us being scrawny and nerdy, (this was before I started working out) girls didn’t really pay much attention to us. Not that I minded, this was the time when the “Ugg boots” craze caught on, making everyone look and act like tools. That didn’t stop us from undressing the hot ones in our minds and swap opinions on who we’d fuck, much to the disgust/entertainment (depends on the day) of the only girl at our table. Who was actually the little sister of Chris, a mutual friend of ours that I had lunch with a few hours before.

Anyway, I came home really horny one day. Come to göztepe escort think of it, I was so horny that it began affecting my thinking. Usually I could manage maintaining a decent composure. What started as a nice conversation, veered off to Chris’s little sister gently rubbing my dick through my jeans. Without having enough courage to finish myself off in the school bathroom—I decided to take my chances with the 45 minute bus ride home.

Every girl was overly sexualized on the way home. My mind worked itself in circles trying to imagine realistic naked bodies. It was to the point where I got a massive erection when I even saw anyone. My sister, her friends that shared our route (even if they were freshman), teachers, everyone. No one was safe.

When I got home, I thought about running up to my room but I decided against it since it would cause too much suspicion. So I did my daily routine. Ate, did homework, chatted with my parents about the day (I left a lot of thing out), then…the main event. This was surprisingly more difficult than usual. Remember how I said that NO ONE WAS SAFE. Apparently, my twisted mind clumped my mom into the category. I vividly remember trying to keep eye contact with her in with her toned body, low miniskirt, and size C boobs threatening to grab my attention. I even undressed her with my eyes at one point. I put it out of my head and just attribute this to my overactive hormones.

Finally, I made it to my room. I got a cup of water, some soap, and started browsing on my ipod. For some reason, I took all my clothes off too. I knew it wouldn’t last long so I would stop before climax, wait, and then start again. I did this as many times as possible in order to get the best orgasm—but on the fifth time….

“Marko.” My mom said sweetly as I heard the door knob turn, to my horror.

“Fuck! I knew I should sat against the door!” I yelled at myself. Well, it sound like yelling—but Thank God it was only a whisper.

I don’t remember what she wanted exactly, all I remember was my frightened reaction and my mom’s eyes on my cross-legged naked body. My penis was the hardest it’s ever been—and my own mother was staring directly at it. Once or twice I hoped it would start to wither because of the embarrassment and utter disgust I felt. But, I wasn’t so lucky. Her eyes çorlu escort were still fixated on me, both our mouths were open, and we had stunned expressions on our faces.

The next thing that happened was almost fluid: I quickly uncrossed my legs, hesitated for a second while trying to search for something to cover up, then simply stood up and walked to the door to close it.

“Oh Shit! I’m sorry!” She shrieked and turned to run out, just narrowly before I pushed the door closed.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!”

I don’t remember how many times I swore to myself that night, but over 9,000 was a good guess.

Still self-conscious and very shy about myself and outspoken at school back then, I was terrified about the whole situation. I remember just laying on my bed with a no longer erect dick thinking “Fuck, What I will do? I can’t ever talk to her or look at her again!” It was pretty extreme. Tears even flowed don my face in the middle of thoughts. I just stayed up in my room the rest of the night and ignored dinner.

It was like that the next few days also. It’s not like I tried to be awkward, I tried to be normal. The daily routine: school, homework, snack, and then my room started all over again. Even though, I was extremely horny I still didn’t jack off for the next few days. This didn’t last long. My mom stopped coming down for conversation, and I lost interest in homework.

“Hi, how was your day at school?” This was her first attempt in days. It was met with a one word answer and a quick retreat to my room.

“Good.” She was just sitting at her desk but I saw her as completely naked. This was really starting to get to me.

“We need to talk!” She yelled down the hall as I was about to enter my sanctuary.

“What?!” I yelled back with a hoarse voice. I was so nervous that I almost threw up. I was shaking and my face was the palest I ever remember it being.

I felt everything spinning as I closed the door to my room. I had no idea what to expect—but indefinitely wasn’t ready for what was coming next.

“Marko!” She yelled as the door slammed behind her. “I know I caught you in a very intimate moment the other day, but just get over it!”

Short, sweet, and to the point. ümraniye escort That wasn’t like my mom. As I quickly found out—she was just breaking the ice so she could use a different approach.

“I know mom…it’s just…” I tried to croak out as I lay on the bed, feeling like I was having a panic attack.

“It’s just that what?!” He sternly said with her hands on her hips.

I debated telling her about the half-hand job I got the other day and the reasons why I was so horny and what this was all doing to my brain. I just said:

“I just jerk off sometimes.”

She surprised me by joining me on my little twin bed and kissing my forehead. “Why?”

“It fells goo…” I began.

“I know that,” She snapped “I thought I raised you better than this!”

I had no reply. I just sat there feeling stupid and kicking myself. She successfully guilt-tripped me and I felt like total shit. If I was horny before, I definitely wasn’t now.

“I’m sorry, mom” I said with downcast eyes. I noticed my vision getting blurry and one or two tears were beginning to fall. I know it was immature, but this was probably the most terrifying thing I could’ve imagined back then.

“Marko,” she placed a hand on my thigh for encouragement. “Masturbation is wrong and I raised you not to look at women in that way, as objects.” I don’t know if I imagined this, but I could’ve sworn her hand moved higher.

With that, she stood up and was about to leave me alone to my self-pity when “actually, I will take your iphone.”

As you could imagine, this was the worst thing that could’ve happened in my mind.

“MOM PLEASE!!! IM SORRY!”

“Nope”

“I SAID I WAS SORRY!”

“I want to be sure you won’t do it again.”

After a few minutes of her waiting at my door with an outstretched hand, she told me to stand up so she could give me a hug. I fell for it and felt her hand ding around in my pocket for my iphone. I got angry at myself for not seeing this coming, but that feeling dissipated when I felt her fingers brush up against my rising penis. I was confused, surely it wasn’t on purpose. That all changed when I felt her fingers slide up and down my shaft in, a gliding, tickling motion. It was probably just and accident. It didn’t feel like she meant it and she certainly didn’t seem like she was in the mood for to pull a stunt like that…but… As soon as she fished it out, I was left phoneless in and emotionally drained in my room with the memory of my mom feeling up my cock to distract me so she could steal my phone.

I laid down on my bed and wallowed in self-pity over the last developments.

“I HATE HER!” “FUCK THIS!”

But…part of me was okay with it.

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Susan had been frustrated. She’d split up with her boyfriend 2 months ago. They’d been going out for 6 months. Before him, she’d been a virgin, and although she’d explored her body, she’d never made herself cum, and certainly never been looking for sex. She was an 18 year old innocent school girl back then. Bob had changed all that. By the time they’d split up, she thought she’d become a nymphomaniac.

Soon after their not-so-amicable break-up, she’d felt those familiar urges, that until now, only Bob’s 6 inch monster, (or she thought then), cock could satisfy. Oh, she’d tried to use her fingers. She’d even bought a vibrator. It felt nice, but not the same. She couldn’t get away from the fact it was plastic, and not real live, hard, pulsating, flesh. Mmmm.

Eventually, she turned to porn. She’d had to persuade her dad to let her have an internet connection cabled up to her room. Once done, she was able to better fill her fantasies, whilst using her plastic friend.

Inevitably, her mind started to wander. She started reading stories on . Some of them blew her mind. When she next got a boyfriend, she was definitely going to test some of those new ideas out! She’d been getting a lot of spam lately inviting her to look at explicit video chatrooms. The sort where you can see anyone else who’s showing publicly, and also go private, either with the message or video. It became more & more appealing to her. She decided it couldn’t hurt.

Gone were the days of innocence. She used the nickname ‘Showmeyourcock’. She was inundated with requests for men to show what they had for her. She loved it! Although she didn’t have a cam, most of the blokes were so horny and desperate, they were glad to wank and cum for her. She couldn’t get enough of seeing the cum spurt out of the piss holes of all sizes, shapes and colours. She’d been reluctant to taste Bob’s cum before, but now she regretted not trying it. The next cock she had, she’d definitely try it. To her, it was all about the cock, now. There may have been a man attached to it, but it didn’t really matter right now.

She’d been feeling the need to give something back. Yeah, right! She wanted those horny guys to see her fingering her sopping pussy. If she’d thought more about it, she might’ve thought it was maybe because she wanted to prove she was a woman, not just a bloke pretending to be one. She also missed the compliments about her body. She wanted them to make her feel sexy. It wasn’t enough for her that she could see all the cocks she could ever imagine, (and also more than enough that she wished she could forget — those wrinkly dirty old men — ugh!)

So she bought herself a webcam. It didn’t cost much & was a nightmare to install. She’d done it all herself, though. So noone else knew about it in her family. Her Mum had been telling her to get out more, so she didn’t want to arouse their suspicions anymore than necessary.

She got right into performing for her admirers straight away. She’d decided to set up her own room, to see how many were just watching her. She had over 100 within 5 minutes of showing some cleavage. The board was going crazy & she gave up trying to keep track. She was tempted to block the private messages, but she was getting too carried away with her performance. She’d wanted to tease them, but got lost in the moment & was soon naked & fucking herself with her dildo. Her screen was full of hard cocks. Every time one would explode, she’d send the owner a quick thank you, then move onto another.

She’d meant to only show her body, but ended up showing them her face several times. Who cares? They’re all on the other side of the world. Then she couldn’t stop cumming. The cocks on her screen had all cum by now & closed their cams. She gave up trying to keep track. Her eyes were closed as she savoured the moment. As she came down, she decided that was enough for the night. Hopefully she didn’t make any noise!

She said it was time for her to go on the board. She came out of the room, but stayed online for a short while longer, reading the sexy messages she’d been left, closing them as she went. After about 10 minutes, she was about to disconnect, when she received another message from someone called English_Hunk.

‘That was incredible, Susan’

Any excitement left in her body vanished. Who the fuck was it?

‘Who’s that?’ she said. She wasn’t stupid enough to reveal her identity.

‘Oh, only an admirer.’

‘Ok.’ Must’ve been a lucky guess, she thought.

‘Bob was a fool to dump you.’

Fuck!!! ‘What are you talking about?’ Keep calm.

‘Just that. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.’ Too right, she thought to herself.

‘Will we be seeing you performing on here any time, soon, then?’

Up until a moment ago, she would’ve been tempted to go back the next night. But now everything had changed. She couldn’t let someone who knew her see doing that. She couldn’t let her reputation be tarnished at gümüşhane escort school!

‘No, I think that was a one-off.’

‘That’s a shame.’ ‘It’s a good job I recorded your 15 minutes of fame, then.’

OH MY GOD!!! ‘You what?’

‘I thought it was such a good performance, someone should keep a record of it.’

Then she lost it. ‘You fucking wanker! If you show that to anyone!’

‘You’ll what?’

She was stunned into silence. What could she threaten him with? He had all the cards. She’d have to play it by his rules for now, until she could find a way of finding out who it was, or better yet, getting the video deleted. ‘What do you want?’

‘Well, for a start, you won’t call me a wanker again. I think you’d better do what I say from now on. It would be a shame if the video was accidentally emailed to your Mum, teachers and friends, wouldn’t it?’

All the blood drained from her head. How could this have happened? & why did it have to happen to her? ‘You’re serious?’

‘I’m just an admirer. That was a great show, Susan. Yes, I am serious, though.’

‘What do you want me to do, then?’

‘That’s more like it.’ ‘This doesn’t need to be difficult. It’s just a bit of fun. You like fun, don’t you?’

Maybe she could go along with it. He’d probably want to have sex with her, but was that so bad? ‘Yeah, I like fun.’

‘Much better.’ ‘I want you to give someone a blowjob. On camera, so I know you’re really doing it.’

She sighed. She knew this was coming. It didn’t make it any easier. ‘Fine. But then that’s it. I want you to delete the video after that. Deal?’

‘You haven’t even asked who it is, yet. I promise that I’ll delete that video once I see you swallow Geoff”s cum.’

Geoff was her younger brother. ‘You’re joking?’

‘No, dead serious.’

‘No way. Anyone but him.’ This nightmare was just getting worse & worse.

‘There is no negotiation. Either you suck him off in the next hour, or I email everyone.’ That was it. She had no choice in the matter.

‘Please! Don’t do this. I’ll do anything else. I’ll fuck you if you want. I’ll fuck anyone else. But not him.’

‘Don’t try my patience. The choice is yours. I’m making this easy for you. It’s not like I’m making you show the video in the public room.’

She started crying. This couldn’t be happening. The only way she could go through with this was by drinking. ‘I don’t have much choice, then. I guess I’ll have to do it.’ She nearly called him a wanker again, but held off.

She remembered seeing a bottle of red wine downstairs & decided the sooner she drank it, the sooner she could get this over with. ‘What if he says no?’

‘Don’t worry about that. Just get him in your room & let nature take it’s course.’

‘I don’t believe you, but, fine. Give me some time, then.’

This was surreal. She pulled on her dressing gown. She was too upset to bother to get dressed again right now. She sneaked downstairs, trying to avoid make any noise, or attract any attention. Noone was around which was a good thing. She began to wonder how big Geoff’s cock would be. She couldn’t believe she was thinking it, but very shortly she’d see what no sister was ever supposed to see & do what no sister was supposed to do. I wonder what cum really tastes like? I wonder what his cum tastes like? I wonder if I’ll like it

She was already accepting the situation. Her pussy had become moist again. She couldn’t believe her body was betraying her like this. It wasn’t like she wanted to do this, though. In a way, thinking that made it far easier to deal with. Perhaps it also helped to stir up her emotions. Being a submissive had always been a fantasy for her. She’d never had the opportunity to try it out, though.

She took the bottle up to her room, & started swigging it while looking at the computer, amazed at the predicament she found herself in. Within minutes, the bottle was half empty. Her vision was already blurring. She felt the room spinning around her. She was ready.

She went out into the hallway & knocked on Geoff’s door. Her nerves were a lot calmer now. She heard some rustling from his bedroom. ‘Yeah?’ She heard him say.

‘It’s Susan. Can we have a chat? In my room?’

‘Why? What is it?’

What could she say? She hadn’t really thought about she could explain it. ‘If you come into my room, I’ll explain.’

‘Ok, if you say so. Give me a minute.’

She went back into her room, leaving her door ajar & turned the webcam back on, putting it in private. She made sure it could see the whole of the bed. She left English_Hunk a message to say that the password was ‘wanker’. She thought that would be appropriate.

Just then, Geoff came in.

‘Oh, Geoff, hi, thanks for coming on. Shut the door.’ He followed her instruction.

‘What’s up?’ He asked.

‘What’s up? Oh, well…sit down on the bed hatay escort — no not there, there’, pointing to where she wanted him to sit. He gave her a funny look, but did as directed. ‘I need to…’ she couldn’t bring herself to ask him. She was nervous as hell. A sweat was breaking out on her forehead. She glanced briefly in the direction of her desk, and therefore webcam. She realized she was out of view.

‘Is everything ok? Geoff asked.

She decided to sit down next to him. ‘Erm, sort of.’ Before he could comment, she decided to press on. ‘Geoff, I need to you to trust me. I really need your help with something.’ She couldn’t tell if he was perplexed, scared or something else — his expression was unreadable. ‘Can you do what I ask without question?’

‘Erm, I guess. It’s not illegal is it? He grinned.

She managed a small smile back. It helped to lighten the tension a little. She had an idea. ‘Please don’t tell Mum. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I want to practise something & I couldn’t ask anyone else.’ That’s better, she told herself. More convincing.

She steeled herself. ‘I really want to know what it’s like to kiss a guy.’

‘You’re kidding, right? You’ve never kissed a bloke, before? What about your ex?’

‘No, not kissing on the lips, kissing down lower.’ She let him take a few moments to twig.

‘Oh, ooohhhh. Am I understanding you right? You want to know what it’s like to give a bloke a blowjob?’

She got nervous again. ‘Erm, yeah.’

‘& you want me to help? But why me? I’m your brother. I’m sure that’s supposed to be wrong.’

‘Please — look, if I just did it with some random bloke, it would soon get around & I’d get a reputation. My life would be ruined!’

‘Is it really that important to you?’

‘I asked you to trust me. Yes, it’s really important to me. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,’ she said seductively. A part of her brain was screaming at her — what are you doing flirting with your brother? That part was becoming insignificant, though, as she got turned on. Part of the turn-on was down to the fact she was going to give a blowjob. Part of it was down to the taboo of the situation. That small part of her was also yelling — you can’t let this turn you on, it’s wrong!

‘Take your trousers off, Geoff.’ As he complied, she got up & locked the door. She went back & knelt down in front of him.

‘I’m only doing this because I want to help you, ok?’

‘Oh yes, absolutely. I really appreciate this.’ How could this be happening? She managed a smile for him, though. As he sat down in his white boxer shorts, she knew there was no going back now. She noticed an erection tenting his underwear. ‘Well, at least I don’t have to get you ready,’ she chuckled to herself. She was also enjoying the view. She was telling herself, it’s just a cock. Focus on the cock. Such a big one, too, by the looks of things. She noticed a wet patch around the spot where the underwear was tented. She looked up into his eyes, as she pulled the elastic down over his cock.

‘Fuck me, Geoff, it’s a monster!’ She’d never seen anything as big before, at least not on cam. He was as big as the biggest she’d seen on any pictures on the web. This was definitely a good thing. Although quite how she’d fit it in her mouth was going to be another matter. She did some calculations in her head. ‘It must be 10 inches long & over 1 wide.’

’11 long & 1 ½ wide, actually,’ he said smugly.

‘Wow! The last time I saw this, was when we were still kids & Mum would make us bath together.’ Geoff just sat there, grinning, enjoying the attention.

‘It can get a bit awkward when I get turned on,’ he laughed.

‘I bet. Is it ok if I…you know?’

‘Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?’ He said with mock honesty.

She reached one of her delicate hands to touch the skin. It was warm. She reached around at the middle section, but her fingers wouldn’t reach the whole way. Without realising it, her mind was wondering if it would somewhere else other than her mouth. Imagine what it would feel like…’Mmm’ she said out loud.

‘Sorry?’ Geoff asked.

‘Oh, nothing, my mind was wandering. Ok, I hope this is ok with you, but I’m going to kiss it, now.’

‘Ok, whatever you say.’

She leaned down, still holding his cock firmly with one hand, pulling her shoulder length brown hair back with the other. He was uncircumcised. This was a novelty for her as well. Bob had been cut. She could see moisture at the tip. As she got closer, she pulled the skin down, until it was tight & she could see his piss-hole. She kissed the tip with puckered up lips. They got all sticky with his moisture.

‘Call that a kiss?’ Geoff asked.

‘What? This is my first time,’ well sort of, she said to herself. He wants a kiss? I’ll give him a kiss then. First off all, I want to see what he tastes like. She dabbed ısparta escort her tongue on the tip. She swirled it round her mouth a little. She decided it wasn’t too bad, really. Something about it, too, really felt very nice. Must be the hormones. But, oh, must have more of that!

This time, she gave him a full swipe of her tongue. She carried on lapping until he was relatively dry. She looked up into his face, but his eyes were closed, and his head tilting back slightly. She smiled to herself. Part of her felt some pride for making him happy.

She carried on licking down to the bottom of his pole. She could now look sideways up towards his face, but his eyes were still shut. She looked toward the camera. She realised that the majority of the time, only her head could be shown, so she moved around slightly, to give the camera a better view. She imagined looking into her blackmailers eyes. She wasn’t sure whether she was angry, or turned on by the ordeal. Certainly if it had never happened, she may never have seen or tasted a monster this big. Every she cloud has a silver lining, she smiled to herself.

She moved back up his cock, keeping her lips as locked as possible, til she reached the head. This time, her lips were covering him, not just her tongue. They were being stretched, & she was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea. After all, hers wasn’t the biggest mouth in the world.

All of a sudden, she felt Geoff’s hands on top of her head. She started to panic, pushing against the bed, but it was useless. Geoff was far stronger than her & was in a far better position. At the same time, she felt him pushing his cock up into her mouth.

Her whole jaw ached, as he forced himself deep into her mouth. All she could do was hum noises. She gave up fighting. He paused as he reached the back of her throat. She managed to take several deep breaths. This wasn’t so bad after all. Ok, her jaw was stretched, but a part of her wished she could do this far more often. Perhaps Geoff would understand if she could do this again in future. She hoped so.

Geoff pushed her dressing gown down off her shoulders. She’d forgotten she was still naked underneath. Shit! Then again, Geoff wasn’t exactly covered up. Never mind. Let him enjoy the view. I’m certainly enjoying mine! He leaned down and undid the belt still holding it up around her waist & then the gown pooled around her knees on the floor.

As the pressure on her head reduced, she looked into his eyes, then moved her head back up until she reached the head again. She paused not just a cock, a fucking huge monster cock, she was beginning to enjoy herself. She’d always been too grossed out and desperate to move onto the proper sex with Bob, to really enjoy cock sucking for what it was. Part of her regretted that. Oh well, she couldn’t worry about it. What’s done is done. Besides, she had another cock to play with. ‘Mmmm.’ She realised her left hand was between her legs. Oh well, who cares?

‘Fuck, yeah, what a fuckslut,’ she heard Bob say. She’d been lost in her own world & his cock to remember he was attached to it. How could her own brother call her that? Then again, how could she have her brothers cock in her mouth? She really was a fuckslut & was loving it. She decided it was time to start bobbing her head faster. His breathing began to get louder, and his hips started bucking faster. She felt a little disappointment, as she know this would soon end, but at the same time, proud for doing such a sexy, good job.

The majority of Geoff’s cock hadn’t felt her mouth sliding down on it, only her hand rubbing. As she reached the bottom of her stroke, though, Geoff’s hands pushed her down hard. This time, there was no relenting. He was at the back of the throat & despite her struggles, she was having trouble breathing. She knew what he wanted, though. She wanted to try to help him. She forced her throat muscles to relax. She could tell it was having an effect, as she felt him slide slightly deeper. After a minute or so, he was in! Then he kept pushing & pushing. Before she knew it, her nose was being tickled by his pubes.

She closed her eyes. She was rubbing herself hard, now. Geoff’s fingers were still tangled in her hair. Then she felt the cum rising up through his long tube. He went completely still. As he exploded in her throat, she started coughing. His grip on her head had loosened, though, allowing her to pull free. She came off his cock completely, which carried on spurting thick, warm, salty globs in her mouth, as it left it. She was too busy choking to notice, though. He carried on spurting reduced quantities over her face, as her breathing returned to normal. She looked down at his shrinking cock. Such a beautiful thing. She started cleaning up the mess on him. For some reason, the taste & smell of his cum sent tingles through her whole body.

She hadn’t managed to cum, but she would treasure this event for as long as she lived. Finally he was clean. He was looking down at her cum stained face. She looked back up at him, but couldn’t read his expression.

‘Thanks Geoff. I hope you’re ok with this?’

He was silent for a few moments. He started pulling back on his boxers & pulling up his jeans. ‘You really are a slut. Look at you — you’re still rubbing yourself!’

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They had fallen asleep just from the comfort of being in each other’s arms. In terms of satiation what they had consumed was just an appetizer; or the taking off of the edge of mad desire.

Dipti had just taken the first few steps in reclaiming her son Ajay from the influence of his aunt (her co-sister: that would be her husband’s brother’s wife). The aunt, Shobha, had taken the nineteen year old boy in a night of happy mistakes, when she entered her nephew’s room and proceed to fellate him thinking it to be her husband. She realized the mistake very early, but it was too late from the point of view of the boy’s unbridled lust having been unleashed. What followed was the woman satisfying her lust with a stud, and the boy having lost his virginity to the mature loving woman that was his aunt.

Dipti had noticed the coming and going in the night, and when Shobha confessed to what had happened, Dipti had felt the stirrings of a shameful lust for her own son. What was meant to be just a look at her son’s sleeping form, ended up with her intending to masturbate him. And what has started as masturbation ended up with her going down on him and stroking and sucking him to cum. And then they had fallen asleep. The son had suckled his mother, and in the comfort of her arms drifted off. The mother had slept but torn between wanting more and wanting to stay the night.

Ever since Ajay had fucked his aunt, his cock would not subside. He had one prolonged erection which would recede only after he masturbated and within a very short time, it would be back again, swollen and demanding. Now, the very next night after his time with his chachi (aunt) his mother had pleasured him. That was a few hours ago and the testimony to that passage of time was his rejuvenated erection. He awoke, and realized he was in bed with a woman. That woman was his mother. When she had entered his room and taken his cock from his fist into her own hand, he had in his drowsy state, imagined it to be his aunt. When he discovered it was his mom he wanted to move away but his mother had taken him to a level of pleasure which was easy to succumb to.

As he lay there thinking of the events of the previous 24-odd hours, being taken by two women, his cock became raging hard in its state of arousal. His mother lay on his arm, her back to him. He turned towards her and snuggled up to her, his chest rubbing against her back and his arms going around her front. He remembered the aroused nipples that he had sucked as he snuggled in her arms before falling asleep. His hands cupped her breasts and his fingers found those nipples. He tugged at them and stroked the flesh, palming the nipple time and again. He hoped it would cause his mother to stir; maybe she would wake up and fuck him. He wanted to feel the woman, her wetness and her fucking.

He pressed close to her ass and aligned his cock along her ass and humped her through their clothing. He simulated fucking her, rubbing his cock against the fabric of her nightdress. Slowly he tried to lift his mother’s gown but it was pinned under her. She stirred in her sleep and reached behind as she caressed his head.

“Beta, kya kar rahe ho?” she murmured. (Son, what are you doing?)

He kissed her ear and opened his mouth to say something, but he was at a loss for words. What could he say; that he wanted to fuck her? He thought it better to just kiss her and so he proceeded to give her ear a wet kiss. Dipti sighed as she felt the warmth and the arousal that his mouth caused. Her hand found his hand and she led his fingers to her crotch. She raised her upper leg, knee bent, giving him access to the waiting pussy. Ajay ran his fingers on the furry patch of hair. He tried to delve deeper but the hair was an obstruction and the young man had neither the experience nor the guts to go beyond and discover.

Dipti held his fingers and guided it still closer, her hand showing his fingers the edge of the crevasse. She pulled open her own flesh and stuffed his hands in, the initial wetness helping him prod further. She felt soft and he was afraid he might hurt her by trying to push in harder. Then the boy’s hand swiftly moved away and he came at her from behind, between the legs under the ass and probed the same lips from bottom upward. He found a less hairy end of her cunt, and more wet and his fingers crept up the valley, going deeper as he climbed higher. Now his fingers entered the wet inner pool but it was middle finger which was ideally positioned. It slid in and the boy finger fucked his mom.

She gasped and wangled her legs to a wider position, the cunt gaping open and hardly fulfilled by a single finger sawing in and out. She moved her knees close and squeezed her thighs together, and it gave her immense pleasure as her flesh closed in on that one invading finger. And she flapped her knees open and shut like that several times, feeling the pleasure from the movement.

Ajay leaned on his elbow and reached over his mom. He knew she wanted izmir escort more than one finger and he was now able to slide in two fingers into what was clearly a far more juiced up cunt.

“Oh beta!” sighed Dipti, pulling his face and turning to kiss him with an open waiting mouth.

He raised her leg now and his cock nosed her ass, staining her flesh. The son angled his cock to try entering mom from behind. She gasped at the audacity of the boy. She reached for his cock from between her thighs and directed the head to her cunt lips. She reamed her cunt with his wet cock, painting herself with his juices. He angled himself more, searching for the way in. she held him there when the angle was right. “Now push,” she whispered. It did not even cross her mind that she was about to commit the ultimate act of incest. Ajay gripped her breast with his lower hand which was still wrapped around her chest. His other hand held his cock even as his mom made sure the trajectory of the missile was right. He thrust forward and sank into his mother’s flesh with a shudder.

“Oh ma! You are so wet, so delicious, so exciting!” he gasped as he slid in deep and settled into her womb. His hand was now on her hip, pulling her close to him so as to embed him as far as he could. He could feel that there was more to go deep into her, but he seemed able to only fuck with the first part of his cock. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnhhhh! Beta, chod mujhe, fuck me!” pleased his mother.

The boy was shocked at the language but he could relate to her uncontrolled desire. He held his mother’s hips and fucked her hard from behind.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, betaaaaaaaaaaaa! Isn’t this what we wanted, my son, my love, my dearest?” she sobbed with pleasure. She could feel his fullness more than her husband had ever driven into her. But from her waking to her fucking was very quick and she wanted more control. She raised herself a bit and drove her ass back at the cock now firmly wedged between her legs. She pounded back and he pounded into her. They both grunted and squealed their pleasure and their effort at the fucking they were giving each other.

“Take mom, take. Tumhe yahi chahye than na?” he wailed, hammering away, enjoying the pleasure of the vast expanse of her skin which was caressing him in this position.

Suddenly, Dipti got too aggressive and the cock slipped out, the wet pillar smearing itself on her ass. “Haaaaaieeeee! No. Come back, here, here, take me!” she pleaded thrusting her ass back at him holding her legs apart, the upper one well in the air.

The inexperienced lad groaned as he thrust and shoved in vain. Then he pulled his mother back till she was flat on her back. Dipti held up her legs, knees bent in the classic missionary position that she had been used to taking for her husband. Ajay got between her legs. Once again, he needed help. Dipti reached between them and grabbed his cock, slippery and slithering with their juices. She guided the cock to her cunt and quickly her hands raced to grab his shoulder and ass and take his thrust in.

Ajay looked down at this mother’s crazed face, the night gown wide open at the chest and large breasts lying flat and shimmering in the lights of the night. Somewhere, the necklace signifying her married status, the mangalsutra glinted in the reflections of night. He thrust forward and groaned loudly as the cock slide straight in, deep into the hot bubbling chasm. Dipti wailed her acceptance of the manhood in her with a loud “Haaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh! Haan beta, haan! Uh. Uh. Ha- uh. Huh. Hai! Yes!” she grunted with every animal thrust from her son.

He was wider, harder and more muscled than his father, she thought, bizarrely. The pleasure was amazing, with the excitement brought on by illegitimacy only greater. Her finger nails dug into his shoulder, his back and his ass as her hands raked her young lover’s body.

Sweat dripped from his forehead on to her body as they continued to fuck. She twisted and turned her hips. She felt open and accepting. Fluids gushed down the love channel and the bed below them slowly but surely grew damp.

Ajay leaned forward to suck her breast. The combined effect of being sucked and fucked was too much for her. The biting at the breast led to tingling at the cunt. She exploded in one round of hot fluid orgasms as her body wracked and wriggled; every pore in her body exploded.

“Oh! Betaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” she blabbered, unmindful of the night and the noises it carried. Equally unmindful, she dug her nails into his ass and back deep enough to make red marks on one side, and draw blood on the other.

She pulled him down and hugged him to her, her face in the crook of his shoulder and head and she laughed as she felt her cunt tremble and fibrillate around his pulsing cock.

He was far from over and that she knew. And she knew how she wanted him to finish. She held him kahramanmaraş escort so close and cupped his ass so tightly that the only movement he could achieve was by wiggling his ass and humping her without moving his body.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh! Beta. Let mummy show you how,” she whispered to him. And then she proceeded to stroke his back and hold him close calming him down. She could feel the still –twitching cock rest inside her. She let it be. There was lots to teach the young man. And lots to take given that she was not getting enough of what she wanted, and she just had redefined the meaning of that word: “wanting”.

When he had calmed enough, she pushed him off. The young man rolled off his mother and was on his back. His arms were already outstretched as he prepared to receive his mother. He knew she would be riding him now and he was aching for her wet sheath to close around his cock again, quickly. Quickly! Urgently!

She looked down on him lovingly. Her Ajay! His hands were on her arms. She pushed him back and pulled the nightgown off over her head. And there she was, poised over him in her full naked glory. Her breasts hung, somewhat slouched but full and promising nevertheless. His hands were now on her bare shoulders, pulling her to him. He reached up with his mouth and tongued her breasts. They were long laving laps from his tongue, as if he were eating a cone ice-cream. She shivered in pleasure and threw her head back and pulled his head to the breasts, ever so ready to feed him.

The other hand reached down and gripped the soppy mess of a cock. It needed drying off. She gently pushed him back and kissed his chest, and tongued his nipples. Then his stomach and as she reached there her hair fell over his cock, staining her hair. She smiled; she would need quite a detailed bath in the morning, including washing her hair. A corner of her mind reminded her to do this before she came face to face with her husband in the morning. She used her night gown to cover the upward thrusting pillar and wiped him with a couple of thrusts. The boy winced as this proved a bit rough and painful.

The cock shrank a bit with that only to find itself smothered in her lips. She bobbed her head up and down rapidly, her sheer inexperience at this overcome by the extreme desire to please.

Ajay’s body was wracked with pleasure as he threw himself about, holding her head to his cock not letting her stop when she was ready to stop. As soon as she tried to lift her head off, she felt his hand restrain her head and she went into another bout of mouthing him. Her tongue focused on the head as she swirled him about.

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, yesssssssssssssssssssssss!” moaned the thrilled youngster. Now his mother raised her head and looked up at him; his eyes were shut and he was clearly ready to cum. She held him in her fist, not willing to leave the cock unattended.

As she straddled his body she knew that his enslavement to her had to be done methodically. She kneeled on one knee and placed her other leg outward so her body was completely open. She held the cock firmly to her lips and when she had him wedged at the entrance, she sank down. Ajay raised his head and leaned forward with a loud “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh yes! Fuccccccccccccccccccck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” he shamelessly used profanities to express his wild state. This was the same woman who had chastised him for years on language and manners.

She rested back on her heels, his cock firmly lodged in her womb and held his face in her hands. “Look at me,” she ordered him. Her hips continued to rock gently, the cock never missing the stroking of her flesh. She did not want him to feel desperate. Ma was here to take care of his every need and she wasn’t about to tease him.

“Who am I?” she asked, rocking gently, feeling the upper cupped chamber of her pussy slipping over the cockhead back and forth.

“Ma?” he stammered, unsure of whether he could describe her in such terms at a time of such intense desire and satiation.

“I am the woman to whom you have looked for everything for all these years, right?” she drove her point as she leaned forward a bit and took all her cunt down the full length of his cock.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Yes! My every need, ma! Yes!” he panted. His hands went to her ass and tried to pull her down and hold her there. He needed that sheath covering him, stroking him and he tried to gain command over the rhythm.

“You are not going to look at another woman for your sexual needs again, understood?” she raised her hips, and when poised over the aching cock, thrust down hard.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Boy! No, no, I am never going to need another woman in my life!” he thrust upward jabbing at her cunt with a few sharp thrusts of relief.

Now she leaned forward holding her hips comfortably over the cock so each could fuck the other, and her hands were positioned manavgat escort over his head so that her breasts hung over his face.

“Take what you need from your momma, okay?” she smiled down at him, the look on her face a mixture of kindness and lustfulness, in offering herself thus.

His lips reached her breasts and he started to suck on the nipples. Dipti shivered as she felt the nipples react and send tingling signals down to her cunt. She continued to rock gently back and forth as they fucked in the unhurried manner of a couple that had all night.

She balanced herself, a bit awkwardly on one hand, but found it necessary to massage her own mass of fleshy breast and feed the nipple to her boy. He sucked on it greedily, quickly replacing her hand with his own and meeting her need for being touched. He kneaded and massaged her breast and milked it into his mouth. His hips continued to thrust upward. Between her sliding down and his fucking up they managed to keep each others heat at bay or at least, at a manageable level of desire.

Now she sat back on this thighs giving him space to sit up. His cock popped out but it was necessary for her to get her legs around his hips and allow him to sit up. As he sat up his cock pressed against her belly. She looked down and saw the head, reddened and furious pressed between them. That exactly was where it was when she was riding him, she thought, except that it was inside her. She looked into his eyes and smiled. Raising herself a bit, the cock quickly nestled back in her and now she rocked back and forth on his lap. The cunt slid over his cock again and again. Ajay had no control on the way his mother was squeezing every drop of his desire out. He tried to raise his knees but it dropped back under her weight.

“Ui maaaaa!” she gasped as the effect of this move by him lifted her up gently but dropped her back with ferocity and she slammed down on the cock. Her teeth dug into his shoulder as she took her pleasure and Ajay repeated the maneuver a few times. Dipti held his shoulders and tried to pound down on him to conquer the marauding cock. Mother son battled thus for a few sweaty minutes, with grunts and moans dominating the proceedings.

When the limbs needed rest, both settled back into rocking. The boy looked down and saw his mothers breasts pressed against his chest, caressing him as it were.

She now kissed him gently. Close mouthed, small and several all over his lips and face. She then hugged him close.

“Who is Shobha?” she asked him, coming back to complete her re-scripting of his sexual history.

He grinned at her. His cock swelled perceptibly at the import of the question. He fucked back at her. “Who?” he asked.

“No one, right?” she looked back at him with an intensity that defied description. But the fury of her fucking him with the rapid thrusts of her hips told him that she was someone he was to forget.

“She was to bring you to me. She has done that and now she is gone,” replied Ajay.

“Yes, gone. Forever. Now it’s me. And you,” she concluded triumphantly.

She pushed him back. As the boy fell back she raised herself off him. She reached down for his cock and pumped it with her fist a couple of times. Then she descended on him with her legs closer together and her cunt muscles clenched. The cock had trouble sliding up but the juices flowing from her rapidly eased the task. She shivered as she felt that thickness once again.

Yes, Shobha was right. The boy was uniquely endowed. But she was going to keep him all to herself. She resumed fucking in right earnest plunging over the cock again and again.

“Come beta! Fill me. I am there to take care of you and every thing that you have to give!” she huffed as she exerted herself.

The breasts were flapping. The son did not know what to say in reply. He held her breasts in both hands, using them in effect to hold her up. The effect on her was electric as he mashed the breasts into her chest and rotated them.

“Unhhhhhhhhhh! Ha! Yah! Uiii maaaa!” she shuddered. Her face was screwed up in a look of intense pleasure. She pounded him mercilessly.

“Come beta, come! Fill mamma!” she pleaded.

The words did it. The stud youngster could have fucked her more, he knew it, and she knew it. She smiled at that thought. Unlimited pleasure lay there for her to take when she wanted, as she wanted. But they had both heard some door banging somewhere. Neither wanted Gopal to come and discover the wild animal incestuous ness in his own house. It would end many things; of all of those, the lust crazed woman and youth did not want this to end.

And so the lovemaking, no – the fucking, had to end. Ajay stopped the thrusting, allowing his mother to finish him. His eyes were closed. He alternated between holding those breasts and reaching up to lick them.

When the orgasm came, it started as a meltdown which grew into a roaring shot of cum as he blasted upwards. His mother, while she knew this was coming, was still surprised with the warm blast that spread inside her. “Oh!” she went. Her cunt had spasmed a million times this last hour or so and she had lost count and record of what she felt and how much of it she had felt. She reveled in the thrusts and jerks as the boy released his semen and surely – sperm, into her womb.

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After a four-year stint in the Army, I declined Uncle Sam’s invitation to make it a career and returned home to my family and friends. We celebrated my homecoming with a back-yard barbecue attended by the entire family and a few old friends. My mother and father were there, of course, as were my two younger twin sisters Molly and Holly and my younger brother Jack. My beautiful sister Molly was a bartender and Holly was a student in her first year of college. They shared an apartment a short distance away. Jack still lived at home and worked in my father’s hardware store.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of my sisters. They had been beautiful when I left home, but they had truly bloomed in my absence. Although not identical twins, they looked very much alike. Both were a little over five feet tall and their curvaceous bodies weighed hardly more than a hundred pounds. Molly’s lovely face was framed by a wreath of short, curly blonde hair. Holly’s blonde hair was long and straight. She caught me staring at her and flashed what I took as a flirtatious wink.

I quickly adjusted to my new life. Like my brother Jack, I went to work in my father’s hardware store. Jack and I had big plans for opening a lumberyard next to the store. He and I had always been good friends. Many brothers squabble and even come to blows, but we had never had a fight. One evening after closing the store, we stopped off at Dave’s Tavern for a few cool ones. It was there that Jack made a shocking confession.

Jack was usually a light drinker, but that night he was putting them away. He said that he was celebrating the bank’s approval of our loan for the lumberyard, but I suspected it was something else. After watching a few innings of baseball and shooting some pool, we took a table and ordered burgers. “I’ve got to get something off my chest,” he said. “You have to promise me that you will stay calm until you’ve heard the whole story.” I promised. “I’ve been banging Molly and Holly,” he said. I nearly fell to the floor! I thought I had misunderstood and asked him to repeat himself. “I’ve been screwing our sisters.”

If we hadn’t been in a public place, I probably would have knocked him on his ass. I had always been very protective of my sisters and wouldn’t stand for anyone harming them. Now my brother was telling me that he was fucking them. “You’re joking, aren’t you?” I asked.

“I’m not joking, Danny. I didn’t seduce them – they seduced me.” There was a pause in the conversation as the waitress served our food. “Molly walked in on me while I was jacking off in the shower. When she saw how big my cock was she said she wanted to give me a hand. I was mortified and told her to get out. She told Holly what happened and they teased me without mercy. They flashed their tits and asses at me every chance they got. They made it very clear that they wanted me to fuck them.”

I could hardly believe my ears. He wasn’t kidding. He had really done it! “They called me one day at the store and said they had blown a fuse at their apartment and didn’t have electricity. I grabbed some fuses and went over to fix it. When I got there, they called me into the bedroom. I went in and found them sucking on each other’s pussies sixty-nine style. No healthy man in his right mind is going to walk out of a lezzie show. They told me I could watch, so I pulled up a chair. They saw giresun escort the bulge in my pants and told me I could masturbate if I wanted to. I took my cock out and the next thing I knew they were on their knees sucking it. They went back and forth until I shot my load in their mouths. I figured as long as we had gone that far, I might as well fuck them, too. I did them both, and, man, it was great!”

My initial anger had been replaced by a burning desire to know more. “They are going to want you, too,” he said. “I told them you’re hung even better than me.” By that time I had a throbbing hard-on. “Does anybody else know?” I asked. “No. Just you, and you can’t tell anybody.”

“Well, I guess if you want to continue your sexual relationship with them, there isn’t much that I can do about it. I’m not going to get involved, though. I’m not sure that I could fuck them even if I wanted to.”

“Oh, come on. Are you telling me that you have never thought about fucking them? That’s a load of crap. I jacked off hundreds of times while thinking about it. Now most of the things I did to them in my head, I’ve really done to them. I’ve even fucked their asses! Believe me, once you see them naked and rubbing up against each other, you won’t have a problem getting it up.”

I could hardly think of anything else for days after Jack’s confession. At night when I lay in bed twirling my baton, I tried to visualize Jack sandwiched between my beautiful sisters. The prick-teasing started immediately. One Saturday afternoon I was mowing the yard wearing only a pair of brief shorts. When I saw the impish grin on Molly’s face as her car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for some serious teasing. As she walked toward me, she swung her hips to and fro like a street-walking whore. She walked right up to me and said, “I just love a hot, sweaty man. Why don’t we go in the garage and have a little fun?” Then she brazenly lifted her shirt to expose the finest pair of tits that I had ever seen and rubbed them against my hairy chest.

Jack came out of the house with a can of beer in each hand. “Hi, Jack, honey,” Molly said. “Seeing your big brother dressed in hardly anything has made me real horny. Want to go in the garage and play?” Jack handed me a beer and then they walked hand-in-hand toward the garage. I went back to mowing the grass, but Molly’s behavior had so distracted me that I could not concentrate and was in danger of losing a toe. The idea of my brother and sister fucking just a few feet away really blew my mind. I had to get a look. Then I remembered the small window above my father’s workbench at the rear of the garage.

I left the lawnmower running so they would think I was still cutting grass and made my way to the back of the garage. I slipped into the tall bushes and worked my way through them to the window. I spit on my fingers and made a little peephole through the layer of dust. They were fucking like two animals. She was bent over a table with her shorts around her ankles and he was fucking her from behind, slamming into her so hard that I could hear his belly slap against her beautiful ass. Each time he rammed her, her sweet cheeks jiggled as though they were filled with Jello. I freed my swollen cock from my pants and began to administer first aid.

Jack yalova escort was fucking Molly so hard that each thrust drove her up onto her tiptoes. When her bestial howls became so loud that they could be heard above the hum of the lawnmower, he handed her a leather work glove to bite down on. Molly came hard. She clawed at the table and tossed her hair from side to side. Then she suddenly went limp and Jack had to grab her hips to hold her up. He pulled his cock out and stepped back as she spun around and fell to her knees. Their timing was almost perfect. Before he could get his cock in her mouth, his first spurt splashed against her flushed cheek. Jack tilted his head back and bared his white teeth as he shot his load into his sister’s hard-sucking mouth. I jacked my load onto the wall.

I stuffed my twitching cock back in my pants and rushed back to the mower. Molly and Jack came out of the garage with big grins on their faces. The freshly-fucked slut came straight to me and pointed at the gob of cum on her cheek. “Do you know what that is?” she asked. I ignored her and continued mowing the grass. My half-hard cock made a big bulge in my pants, but if she noticed, she didn’t say anything.

Holly and Molly were relentless in their attempts to seduce me. I began to understand why my brother had finally given in to the saucy sirens. They flashed their beautiful tits and asses at every opportunity. Jack also attempted to recruit me into their little sex club. One of his favorite ploys was to tell me in detail about some new perversion the three of them had cooked up. For example, he once said, “They pressed their boobs together and I banged between the four of them.” I tried not to listen but I couldn’t help myself. One Friday as we were closing up the store, Jack said, “I’m going over to have some fun with the girls tonight. Why don’t you come along.” As always, I declined the offer.

That night I lay on my bed stroking my cock as I watched a porno tape featuring a man and two women. “Jack is probably doing some of the same things to Holly and Molly,” I thought. “Why should I lay here like a big loser and jack off when two beautiful women want to fuck me. I’ll just pretend they aren’t my sisters and give it to them.”

Ten minutes later I had my finger on their doorbell. “Who is it?” Molly’s dulcet voice drifted through the door. “It’s Danny,” I answered. The door swung open and my beautiful sister stood naked before me with a broad grin on her face. “You’re just in time. Jack just shot his load prematurely and I’m desperate for a real cock instead of a strap-on.” Jack and Holly were stretched out naked on the bed. Jack had cum so recently that his big cock was still oozing and twitching. Holly had a big dildo strapped to her belly and was apparently getting ready to finish what Jack started. As I began undressing, Molly pointed out Jack’s cum running down her thighs. Holly promptly crawled between her legs and licked it up, then she stuck her tongue right into her sister’s freshly-fucked quim and scooped out more.

As Holly sucked her pussy, Molly watched me undress. “Wow, you’re even bigger than Jack,” she said, as my hard cock came into view. Holly made way for me and I mounted my horny sister. Holly giggled as she grabbed my cock and planted it squarely in her yozgat escort sister’s cunt. One shove and we were incestuously mated. Her warm snatch was slick with Jack’s juice and her own. Molly promptly locked her legs around mine and grabbed my ass. “The Army really made a man out of you,” she hissed. “Now give it to me good and hard.”

I turned my head and watched Holly sucking Jack’s cock to get it back up. She looked delightfully slutty as her head bobbed and twisted on his pole. Before it was fully hard, she straddled him and impaled herself while Molly held it up for her. Jack was content to remain on his back sucking her fruity tits for awhile but he obviously preferred to be on top. Without disengaging his cock, he rolled her onto her back.

Jack and I matched each other stroke-for-stroke. The girls soon began to huff and puff as our cocks sawed away at their pussies. Their moans and groans grew louder by the minute. Jack clamped a hand over Holly’s mouth to shut her up. Molly gagged herself by chomping down on a pillow. She was bucking so hard that the only thing keeping me in the saddle was her legs clamped around my waist. “OH, FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” Jack cursed. It couldn’t have come at a better time. His partner’s feet straightened out and pointed at the ceiling as orgasmic spasms rippled up her legs. Molly’s cunt Kegeled my cock as an orgasm shook her petite body. I shot what felt like a pint of cum into her.

My first terrifying thought as I rolled free was that I might have impregnated my sister. I was very relieved when she said that she and Holly were both on the pill. After a rest and some very skillful cock-sucking to polish our erections, I fucked Holly and found that she was every bit as lively as her sister. I had never been with a woman who came as easily as they did.

For several months, the four of us had sex together in various combinations of threesomes and foursomes. One night while having a threesome with my sisters, Holly said something that shocked me to the core. I had just given her a string of fuck-orgasms when she gasped, “My God, you fuck even better than Daddy.” I couldn’t believe my ears and asked her to repeat it. Realizing that she had committed a faux pas, she refused to say more. I decided not to tell Jack about the incident.

One Saturday night we were having a hot foursome and I was fucking Holly and Jack was fucking Molly. We had just finished and were on our backs gasping for air when the doorbell rang. Molly went to answer it. “Hi, Daddy,” she said. “Come on in and join the party.” Jack and I bolted upright and looked at each other through wide eyes. I felt woozy as the blood drained from my head. Before I could react, Dad was standing in the doorway with a grin on his handsome face. “I figured since we all knew what has been going on that we might as well get everything out in the open,” he said.

Dad casually removed his clothes and mounted Holly. The impatient slut grabbed his big cock and stuffed it into her pussy. His grin widened as he pumped in and out of her. “Whoever slopped you up did a good job,” he said. “That was me, Dad,” I said. Dad really knew how to use his cock. He varied the angle, depth and rhythm of the thrusts so that she never knew what was coming next. “Oh, Daddy, you are such a wonderful fucker,” she moaned. “OH, YES, THAT’S IT, DADDY, DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T STOP, UHU..UHU..UHU..I’M CUMMING!” Dad continued fucking until she had a second orgasm, then he mounted Molly and gave her the same treatment. The five of us sucked and fucked until our cocks wouldn’t get hard. In spite of his age, Dad kept up with Jack and I. I learned a lot about sex by watching him in action. I’m still learning.

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London, June 2, 1928

Isabella rolls her eyes as the man on top of her thrust hard for the last time as he found his release. She felt his hot, sticky seed filling her pussy. The man lay heavily on her, seeming not to notice the young woman growing bored under him. Isabella pushed against his chest and breathes deeply when he finally rolls to the side, smirking to himself.

“I’ve had better,” he said and reaches for the bottle of gin on the beautiful mahogany bedside table. The man leant back against the red velvet headboard and gazes at the room; it’s extremely grand. Though every room in the underground mansion is the same; grand, ancient and if the Vampire’s wish it…inescapable.

The bed in which he has just enjoyed Isabella is also ornately carved mahogany; the sides of the bed depict scenes of naked women dancing suggestively with mythical creatures. The sheets are deep red silk, embroidered with golden suns. The rest of room follows the same theme; blood red velvet curtains, tied open with golden ropes. A large erotically carved wardrobe stands against the wall, as a beautiful dressing table on which are numerous coloured glass bottles of perfume and scent. Painted portraits of previous owners of the room crowd the walls; every one of the women is stunningly beautiful, raven haired or golden it makes no difference…All have the same piercing gaze and the slightly glazed look of one who has lost the will to fight.

Isabella sits up slowly and looks at the man, aware of the tacky feeling on her thighs as she slips out of the bed, “Well chose someone else next time. I have four sisters.” The young woman pulls on a soft velvet dressing gown and pulls her mass of soft dark curls out so they fall gently down her back. “I’d rather you chose someone else, your cock is pitiful!”

The man coughs and sprays gin all over himself and the bed, “You what-”

However, Isabella has already swept across the room and walks out of the room, leaving her client alone. Within moments a young man grabs her wrist and glares, “Isabella!” He looks strikingly similar to Isabella with the same dark hair, piercing green eyes and ivory skin, though he has a malevolent air about him that Isabella lacks, unless provoked, “What have I told you about insulting the clients? He paid a large sum of money to fuck you and expects to be treated with respect!”

“No, he expects me to act like his cock is amazing. No doubt you saw, it was tiny and I barely felt it, Dorian!” Isabella wrenches free of his grasp, her hand goes to his throat and within half a second he is pinned to the wall. Isabella’s fangs extend and her eyes darken in anger, “My dear brother, you are a strange Vampire…Watching your sisters fuck humans,” her hand finds Dorian’s half erect cock under his beautifully tailored pants and rubs, “Do you like that?” She releases her grip on his neck.

Dorian smirks and strokes her cheek, “Ah my dear little sister…You’ve a skilled hand. So tell me sweet sister, why did the man say he’d had better?” Dorian feels his cock harden slowly under Isabella’s skilled rubbing. The young Vampire looks around to check they are alone in the corridor; the mansion is as quiet as the grave…

His sister shrugs, “Sophia glamours them into thinking she is a virgin, nearly every time. Human males seem to like the idea of being the first to explore…unchartered territory,” Isabella laughs, “Strange beings…I much prefer a mature woman.” She winks and kisses his throat, her fangs just grazing the skin.

Dorian rests his head against the wall and moans softly as her Tongue strokes over his skin, “Yes, I know of you appetites in the bedroom. Do not forget that I was the one who took your own virginity when you came of age.” He reaches out and pulls open her robe, baring her breasts to his lustful eyes. Dorian moves like lighting so Isabella is pinned to the wall rather than himself, his hands go at once to her breasts, “Your breasts were small then…but no less,” Dorian’s mouth seals around a hard nipple and sucks briefly before he answers, “delicious. If I remember rightly…I made you come by doing this,” the young Vampire Lord sinks his sharp, snow white fangs into his sister’s breast and drinks deeply. Rivulets of blood run down Isabella’s toned stomach.

The young woman moans and cradles her brother’s head as he drinks deeply, “Oh…Dorian, ah!” She smiles to herself and closes her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasure that is building between her legs, pleasure which is coming directly from her brother’s fangs. Isabella feels her brother’s tongue sweep across the bite marks, healing the wounds at once before he pulls back and kisses her deeply; the taste of her blood on his lips is the last straw…Isabella moans and comes hard; her fragrant juices soak the soft curls between her legs.

Dorian grins and kisses her deeply before whispering against her lips, “I want you…Now,” he lifts his sister up, supporting her with his hands under her thighs, “wraps your legs around me,” he demands. Isabella obeys without hesitation; her lust for her elder brother tekirdağ escort has to be sated. Dorian supports her with ease and quickly unlaces his breeches and frees his considerable length, “Now…sweet sister, what shall I do with this?” He smirks and gestures to his cock, now firmly held in his graceful hand.

Isabella, though far from being an innocent and being unable to blush due to her lack of humanity, feels warmth spread to her face and knows that had she been human, she would have blushed like a nun, “Please brother…fuck me hard! I’m your good little whore, Dorian. Fuck. Me.” She makes sure to put stress on the final words, letting her brother know that if he isn’t buried inside her in the next three seconds she will go mad from lust and desire.

Her brother gives her what she wants and thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in her exquisitely tight pussy, “Ah…My god sister, I do believe you’ve grown tighter!” Dorian groans and pulls back before thrusting deeply once more, a smirk forms on his blood stained lips, “You. Are. Mine. Sweet Sister.” He punctuates each word with a hard and sharp thrust, each of which makes Isabella cry out in pleasure.

“Oh, Bella…Can you not keep your activities to you room,” a voice mutters from behind Dorian. Isabella opens her eyes and glances behind her brother’s handsome head to see her elder sister, Katherine, who like her sisters is beautiful and ruthlessly cunning. However, Katherine is the only one of the sisters who did not go along with Dorian’s pursuit of pleasure. The others, Sophia, Amelia and Isabella succumbed to his charms and were quickly intoxicated then drawn into Dorian’s depraved world. Perhaps Katherine avoided this fate because, unlike her sisters, she was older than Dorian and by the time the young Lord had begun to realise his own charm, she had already become infatuated with another woman and had no desire to bed her younger brother for his pleasure. Katherine shakes her head and sighs, “Now I remember why I do not visit the main estate often! Honestly, fucking your brother in the corridors! Have you no shame?”

Isabella smirks and moans as Dorian pulls out of her before adjusting himself. He turns and gives a small bow to Katherine, “Sister, how rarely you visit…How was I to know you were coming? If I had known, of course I would have made sure our delightful younger sister was…” he pauses, as if considering his choice of words, “decent and completely clothed.” Dorian glances back at Isabella and watches as she pulls her robe around her.

Katherine sighs, “Do not patronise me, Dorian. I know perfectly well you and my beloved sisters are completely absorbed in your own decadent behaviour but I hope it has not escaped your memory that the ball is being held in a few hours’ time?”

It’s only then that Isabella takes note of what her elder sister is wearing…A deep blue ball gown, cut to fit tightly at the waist with the full skirt falling elegantly to the floor, the bodice is tight and gives her a stunning cleavage, the sleeves of the gown are snug and go to her shoulders. A string of pearls graces Katherine’s swan like neck and a diamond bracelets gleams at her wrist.

Isabella laughs softly, “Oh dear…Katherine, blue does so suit you! You nearly outrank our Lady mother for beauty. As I recall…Blue was her favourite colour also. I much prefer red…I believe it’s the only colour a Vampire can wear with honesty.” The younger woman turns her back on her sister then kisses her brother deeply, their tongues dancing before Isabella smiles and takes her leave.

Dorian watches her go, his eyes following her hungrily…He almost takes a step to go after her, keen to finish what he started but he manages to stop himself, “So Katherine…Did you come to find me, merely to stop me reaching my pleasure with our angelic sister or was there a proper reason?” He runs his hand through her raven hair and fixes his emerald eyes upon his elder sister’s face; Dorian has always found Katherine mildly intimidating…She was never enchanted by him and always looked at him with contempt.

The eldest sibling shakes her head and sighs, “Honestly Dorian, does this life satisfy you, really and truly?” Katherine watches her younger brother, her eyes shining with distain, “Do you plan to spend your immortal life…fucking your sisters, humans and god knows what else, drinking those vile human drinks and wasting your time?”

The young lord shrugs, “For now I have no plans to change,” he moves closer to Katherine and runs his fingers across her cleavage, “Are you jealous…is that it? Regretting that you never gave into me when I came to your room and slipped my hand under your nightgown?” Dorian smirks and looks into her eyes, lust evidently gleaming there.

Katherine glares and pushes him away with considerable strength, her hand shoots out and pins Dorian to the wall once more, though unlike when Isabella did it earlier…there is no hint of playfulness, “Touch me again, Dorian…And I’ll make sure you lose tokat escort not only the hand, but also something you value much more.” Her hand tightens briefly on his throat; her fangs gleaming in the candle light…As suddenly as it occurs Katherine releases her brother and sweeps off down the corridor to oversee the preparation for the ball.

Dorian watches her go then smirks and rubs his neck before going off to find his sister, Amelia, who is a two years older than Isabella at 23 years old. Although Dorian has always favoured his youngest sister over Amelia and Sophia…He has a soft spot for Amelia. She was the first of his sisters he fucked and the one he bedded most often in his early 20s. He wanders down the corridor and smirks as a young woman passes him, a human male who has obviously been glamoured as his eyes are glazed and unfocused, on her arm, “Alright Pearl?” Dorian calls over his shoulder as the half-dressed girl pulls the young man into a room.

The young Vampire giggles and calls, “Yes, Milord, just got this one to see to…Though I doubt he’ll even notice I’m fucking him! Sophia’s had this one more times than I can count and I dunno how much of him is left!”

Dorian laughs and keeps walking through the elegant hall walls of the mansion; every hallway is richly carpeted in red, the walls are panelled mahogany and display more painted portraits of long gone family members; most have dark hair, pale skin and green eyes though a handful have golden curls and grey eyes. He reaches Amelia’s bedroom door and stands listening, a smirk playing across his pouty lips; from inside the room he can hear soft sounds…Amelia is clearly enjoying a meal. The young Lord considers leaving her to it then shakes his head and grins, Dorian has never stopped to consider other people’s feelings and is not about to start. He pushes the door open and stands watching as his naked sister, his eyes lingering on the soft blonde curls that rest on her pillow , Amelia moans and arches her back…between her legs a young blonde man is drinking from a bite mark on Amelia’s inner thigh.

The blonde Vampire looks up and quickly wipes his mouth, “Sorry, my Lord, I…I thought we were alone.” The young man sits back on the bed and swallows.

Amelia sits up and glares playfully, “Do I have to remind you about a closed door in the mansion, dear brother?” She glances at the blonde man and smirks, “You can go…whatever your name is. My dear brother can finish me.” The young man slips off the bed and hurries from the room, still naked. Amelia watches him go then grins as Dorian crosses to the bed, pulls her to him and kisses her deeply.

“Ah…my beloved little sister, what am I to think?” Dorian pushes Amelia down onto the bed and smirks, “I find you giving blood to someone else?” He mimes heartbreak then pins her down as he gets on top of her, “I thought you were mine…” Dorian pulls the ties of his pants and frees his hard cock; the sight of Amelia giving blood to another made him rock hard. He cups Amelia’s face and smiles, “Ah…my beautiful sister…”

“Don’t you have to get ready for the ball? It is in Isabella’s honour,” Amelia grins and looks up at her brother, conscious of his cock being rubbed against her smooth pussy.

Dorian laughs, “We have time for some fun and besides…Isabella will keep herself amused until I arrive. I completely forgot about the ball, I was otherwise indisposed this morning and it escaped my mind. Katherine of course has not forgotten.” Although Amelia was the sister who Dorian went to most often in his early twenties, the sisters all knew that, if any of them had Dorian’s heart, it was Isabella. Though Katherine had always maintained that Dorian had no heart…but she also said the same of Isabella, so perhaps they were well suited to each other.

Amelia smirks, “Yes, I heard you this morning. Who was it? Isabella was busy with her clients, a human by the name of…Michael, I believe, and I know for a fact that Sophia was herself indisposed with a certain young gentlemen who was in my room not five moments ago. So, dear brother, do tell…Who were you with?” Amelia’s eyes are alight with mischief as she jokes softly, “My god…Katherine?!”

“Katherine, by the gods no!” Dorian laughs and leans down to kiss Amelia’s neck, his fangs grazing the skin softly, “No, our beloved older sister does not enjoy my favours and I doubt she ever will. Far too…what did mother call her? Toffee nosed? She considers it below herself to serve her brother or our human clients. They do love you girls,” Dorian grins and pulls himself up to look down at Amelia, “and we’re carrying on our father’s wish…the more human’s you girls attract to the mansion, the more ‘willing’ recruits we have to our numbers.”

“Hah! Yes, willing recruits, what a phrase! Lured first to bed then to the night,” Amelia pulls her brother’s lips to hers and kisses him deeply, “Now…fuck me before we have Isabella storming in and asking me to tie her corset! She seems to forget we have maids for such things.” trabzon escort

Two Hours Later

The massive party was not confined to the large ballroom as Katherine had originally planned; as soon as Isabella had seen the preparations and noticed that her sister had scaled down the ball considerably…She had set the servants to work and the result was that Isabella’s had had no less that nine rooms turned over to her party and the throng of guests. The rooms she had taken over included the main ballroom, the smaller hall which was normally used for dinner, three reception rooms, the library, Dorian’s large elegantly study and several bedrooms.

After directing this into operation, Isabella had swept passed her sister with a call of, “I’m off to dress!” and disappeared into her room, leaving Katherine to deal with the early arriving guests and the disgruntled servants.

Isabella stands at the top of the marble stair case, leaning casually on the banister and watching guests arrive, every now and again she makes comments to her maid, Anne, “Oh god, Lady Elizabeth…Will you look at her Anne? What is she wearing! She is far too told to be wearing gold silk,” Isabella smirks and tosses her dark curls, her eyes glittering. The young Lady herself is wearing a stunning gown in crimson and black; a tight corset with black lacing at the back then a full skirt. Her arms and shoulders are bare, showing off her soft ivory skin. A ruby choker shines at her throat and glints as she moves to watch another guest arrive, “Who’s that?” Isabella points to a dark haired young man, evidently a vampire as the only humans at the party are the pets of various Lords and Ladies and they are dressed simply…This young man is dressed elegantly and looks quite the young Lord.

Anne moves closer to her Mistress and watches the young man before smiling, “That is Lord Damien’s youngest son. I think his name is Gregory and he’s 23 years old. He’s unmarried and has no children,” Anne smiles again and watches her Mistress’s eyes which are following Gregory’s movements as he bows to Dorian and kisses her sisters by the hand.

“Hmm,” Isabella glances at Anne and smiles, “Well, I should really go and let my dear Dorian introduce me. If I’m honest, I would have rather celebrated my acceptance into the Vampire community by holding a private party with a few dozen humans and the odd aristocratic Vampire. Katherine did insist on inviting every Lord and Lady, as well as a dozen or so lower Vampires who have some connection with our family. I told her I didn’t want this,” Isabella gestures around to the crowds of people below, “but she was having none of it! That’s why I demanded more rooms; if she wants a big party…She should do the work.” The young Lady tosses her curls and walks to the staircase.

Her Ladies maid, Anne, hurries forward and calls in her soft, musical voice which is a stark difference to Isabella’s seductive voice yet it is still pleasing to the ears, “Lady Isabella Christina Black, beloved sister to Lord Dorian and Princess of House Black.” The crowd stop what they are doing and turn towards the staircase, all watching as Isabella descends the stairs; Anne follows close behind, ready to serve if she’s needed.

Dorian watches his sister, his eyes tracing the curves on her body, he smiles appreciatively at her tight corset before stepping forward and taking her hand, “Sister,” he kisses her cheek, knowing that not everyone in the room is aware of the…special relationship between the siblings and to be seen to show anything other than brotherly affection would be foolish. Dorian leads Isabella towards himself and holds out his free arm to gesture towards her, “Friends, tonight we come together to welcome the beautiful Isabella into our ranks. She has shown her devotion to the cause and has gained much experience. I am proud to call her my sister,” Dorian smiles and kisses her hand while everyone else toasts her by raising their glasses.

Isabella smiles graciously and bows her head as if she is shy before saying softly, in an innocent voice, “Thank you, brother. I could never have achieved it without the support of you, and my dear sisters.”

“Ah, she is so modest,” Dorian releases her hand and smiles at the crowd, “my friends, dance, drink and enjoy yourselves. My girls are at your disposal. All I ask is…that you keep the blood off carpets,” he laughs, “I just had them redone!”

Everyone laughs and some drift off towards the other rooms; however among the remaining Vampires who stand by the staircase are Gregory and his father, Lord Damien. Dorian turns to Lord Damien and smiles, “My Lord, how rare you visit us…Is your Lady wife here? I know my sister Katherine would love to see her again. They were close.”

Lord Damien takes a sip of blood from his goblet and inclines his head slightly, “Lady Anne is indisposed, she is with child and I do not want her exposed to,” Damien nods to the room opposite them where what seems to be an orgy is just beginning; naked Vampires and their human pets writhe and dance to the tune of lust. Lord Damien glances at his son then manages a forced smile, “I thank you for inviting us though. My son has often spoken of wishing to meet your…delightful sisters. I shall leave him to enjoy the party; I should be with my wife. As you will one day know, a Vampire pregnancy is dangerous to both mother and child; I wish to remain with my wife.”

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I turned 18 years old five days before I started my senior year of high school. It’s so hard being eighteen, but still living at home and being in high school. For example:

Last Thursday, I was sitting in the cafe at Borders’ sipping on my coffee and reading a book on 101 ways to give a blow job. I’ve found it’s a great place to meet more mature men. I’ve just gotten so tired of high school boys. So I told Daddy that I needed to get a book for school and off I went. I wore one of my almost ass-baring denim skirts, a baggy sweatshirt, and some flip flops. As soon as I got in the car, I ditched the sweatshirt. Underneath I had on a tight plunging v-neck that I thought nicely showcased my DD tits. Under my skirt I had on a lacy little pink thong that matched my bra from Victoria’s Secret. When I got to the parking lot, I switched my flip flops for a pair of “come fuck me” heels I’d hidden under the front seat.

I touched up my makeup, slid out of the car, and sashayed my ass into the store. As I browsed the books, trying to decide what to read that night, I was careful to bend just enough to show the bottom of my ass cheeks, but not my whole pussy to anybody walking by. I chose the book on blow jobs and a book of women’s erotica.

Next I went to the cafe and ordered a coffee and selected a seat with a good bursa escort view. It provided any “prospects” with whom I wanted to flirt a good view of me–all of me. Whenever a man of interest would sit down in my line of vision, I’d uncross my legs and open them just wide enough to give him a nice glimpse, before I crossed them again. Then I’d look up and make eye contact with him–my baby blues inviting him to drink in the whole package. Then, I’d lick my lips, or put my finger in my mouth and longingly suck it. Next I’d uncross my legs again, spreading them just enough so he could see that there was just a bit of lace and a string between him and my pussy. Finally, I’d lean forward a bit to “read,” letting my cleavage press against the confines of my shirt.

It usually didn’t take long for the guys to get a twitch in their pants. It was fun to watch. I felt sort of powerful…definitely sexy.

Things were pretty slow that night and I got absorbed in reading about how to tongue flick a man’s v-spot while stimulating his g-spot. I was getting pretty wet thinking about it and squirming in my seat, when all of the sudden there was a hand on my shoulder and a very familiar voice.

“Ali! What in the hell do you think you’re doing? I expected you home two hours ago! I thought you needed a book for school? You have some serious explaining çanakkale escort to do young lady…or should I say slut? Where’s your sweatshirt? You aren’t even clothed decently!”

It was my Daddy.

‘Shit, what was he doing here?’ I thought.

Meanwhile, I was trying to pull my skirt down as far as possible, but that was hopeless because every time I pulled it down, it left a gap between my shirt and skirt. “Get up! I’m taking you home.”

I got my purse and started for the door.

Daddy grabbed my arm, “Didn’t you forget something? You need to buy your books.”

“But Daddy, I was just reading them. I didn’t plan on…”

He never let me finish. “Shut up! I said you need to buy them. If you’re old enough to sit here spreading your legs for any man that comes along, you’re old enough to pay for your trash reading. Now go pay for your books, before I turn you over my knee right here and spank you.”

Daddy’s voice was very stern, yet there was an electricity in it that made me tingle despite my fear. I quickly looked at the price on the books and realized that the new mini skirt I’d had my eye on at Hollister would have to wait a couple more weeks. I was going to have just enough money to cover this purchase. I picked up the books and Daddy took me by the arm, leading me to the register. rize escort

For a minute at the check-out, I forgot Daddy was there. Danny Masters, who graduated two years ago was working the register. Now Danny was a fine specimen of a man. As he looked at me, I could see he thought I was one hot girl that he’d definitely like to fuck. I could see the life in his pants as I stepped to the register and he undressed me with his eyes. He checked out the titles of my books and said that my boyfriend was a lucky guy. Then he suggested another book about blow jobs that he thought was fabulous. We were getting lost in our flirtations, when Daddy suddenly walked up behind me and thrust both of his hands up my shirt grabbing my ample breasts as he pulled my ass against his crotch! Oh my! My Daddy had a raging hard-on!

Daddy looked at Danny’s name badge, “Well Danny, it sounds like you kids are having a great time, but I’ve really got to get Ali home now. It’s time for her punishment. She won’t be in for a few weeks. Good night.”

Daddy walked me all the way to the car pulling me onto his erection by my breasts. At the car he pressed me against the hood and pushed me down onto it, causing my skirt to raise up, exposing my womanhood. I was covered by a triangle of lace and a string that was like dental floss in my ass-crack. Without any warning, Daddy thrust two fingers deep inside my pussy and I almost creamed myself right then. “What a slut you are! Your pussy is dripping, you’re ready to cum even for your Daddy. Your underwear leaves nothing to the imagination!”

Then *swat* and another *swat*.

“My baby girl obviously has a few things to learn.” With that he ripped off my underwear and told me to get in the car.

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Thanks to Todger65 for the editing.

All parties in this story are over the age of eighteen.

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Daddy awoke to his daughter at his bedroom door.

He could barely make out her image as she was silhouetted by the hall light. She was dressed in a short sheer teddy that hung from her breasts and barely covered her navel. Her patch was covered by a sheer matching thong.

“Daddy? Are you asleep?”

“What is it baby?”

“I have a headache daddy, and I can’t sleep.”

“Did you take some Tylenol honey?”

She came into the room and sat down on the side of the bed. “Yes daddy. But, it’s not helping. Can I just lay here next to you for a while?”

“Princess, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Daddy doesn’t have any pajamas on.”

She peeled back the blankets just enough to let herself in, then spooned back against her daddy’s form.

“Sweety, you shouldn’t be here like this.”

She reached back and brought his arm around her waist and wiggled her ass against him to snuggle in more deeply. “Shhhhh daddy. It’s Ok. Just go back to sleep.”

He sighed, closed his eyes, and nestled his head into the pillows and drifted off to sleep.

For her, a thousand naughty thoughts flooded her mind. This happened every month about this time. She would have her period and then about ten days later she would get like this.

Her body screamed for attention and nothing she did would satiate her. She played with herself, used dildos, and brought herself to orgasm a hundred times but nothing seemed to quell her lust. Lately she had turned to porn on the internet.

The sites that turned her on the most were all about breeding; taking a man’s seed, letting it grow, making babies and feeding them with her milk. She was fascinated, knowing her body was capable of spawning new life.

She was not sexually naïve. She had her first experiences in high school. Daddy had taken her to the doctor to get the pill when she blossomed a couple of years back. She had always made her boyfriend’s wear condoms and never let them cum insider her.

How could she trust them not to give her a disease? That’s all her sex-ed classes, back when she was in high-school, ever talked about.

She wanted to experience the feel of a man erupting inside her, filling her with cum. Just the thought that his sperm would be seeking out her egg heightened her passion, but she needed someone that she could trust. Someone like her daddy.

She had always loved her daddy. Since her mother left several years ago, he was the man of her life. She initially lived with mom, but when mom re-married she hated her new step-dad. Her real dad had taken a job in another state and now she was stuck here with mom and her step-dad.

She never felt safe around him. He yelled at her for stupid stuff, leered at her, and one day she caught him going through her underwear drawers. ‘Eeeww!’.

She moved out to live with daddy, where she always felt safe.

Her dad was always sweet. She loved hanging out with him. She loved to sit with him and watch scary movies. He always made popcorn and when the scary parts came on, she loved to curl up in his arms where she felt safe, protected.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized… she was in love with daddy.

Over the past couple of months she started looking at the porn sites that talked of incest. Daddies and daughters together, loving each other, sleeping together. A loving daddy bedding his daughter, breeding her and having his babies.

She saw pictures of girls pregnant, their bellies full, and round, their tits swollen with milk. No other fantasy gave her the orgasms that she had when thinking about having daddy’s baby.

She went out and got a breast pump. She found a medical site that described inducing lactation for adoptive mothers. She started using her birth control pills and the pump as described and could now produce a small amount of milk from her breasts. She loved the feeling of giving milk but wanted to feed her daddy.

She started planning to seduce her daddy to breed her. She would dress more provocatively around him. Every time he came home she would hug him, squeeze him, and give him a tender kiss and ask “How’s my daddy?”

She would time her showers to make sure daddy was around. She would leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, hoping he would catch a glimpse of her nude form. She would make sure she ran into him as she came out of the bathroom in the tiniest towel she could find. She would always giggle and kiss him on düzce escort the cheek before scurrying down the hall to her bedroom.

She would leave her bedroom door ajar. She wanted him to see her as she dressed, wanted him to hear her moan as she masturbated. She began doing her hair, putting on makeup and perfume, and wearing nighties to their scary movie nights. When the scary parts happened, she would throw her arms around him, crush her tits against his chest and bury her face in his neck. She would kiss him and say “Hold me daddy.”

As the movie progressed and the evening waned, she would get ‘tired’, and lay her head on daddy’s lap, stroking his thigh with her nails, and making sure to rest her cheek against the bulge in his pants.

This was it. She was ready. Tonight was the night she would seduce daddy to breed her. When he went to bed she showered and shaved. She had a well-defined ‘runway’ just above her pussy and she trimmed it to make sure it was perfect for daddy.

She combed out her hair and moisturized her skin. She laid down a trail of perfume for daddy to follow, from behind her ears, down her neck, along her cleavage, across her belly and navel, all leading to her runway where her own natural pheromones would intoxicate him to ravage her.

She dressed in her sexiest sheer nighty. The top hung off her breasts, her areolas blatantly visible, and her nipples poking at the material. He would only need to push it aside to nourish himself with her milk.

Her thong barely covered her womanhood, the fabric so sheer that he would be able to see her slit, taste her wetness, even with the panties in place.

Try as hard as she could, she couldn’t wait. She snuck down the hall to daddy’s room and listened at the door. She could hear him turn a page of the book he was reading. “Damn,” she thought, as she returned to her room.

She lay on her bed and fingered herself, thinking about daddy’s cock, in her hands, in her mouth, and in her cum hungry cunt. She thought about the expression on his face as he erupted into to her. She could almost feel him pulsating inside her. Then her orgasm took her.

She lay there in a post-orgasmic haze; wanting to drift off to sleep, but desperately trying to stay awake so as not to miss her opportunity.

Now she is here, nestled in daddy’s arms, lying in daddy’s bed.

Daddy’s breath is slow and softened… he’s asleep. Slowly she grinds her bum into daddy’s lap and can feel his bulge through his shorts. His arm unconsciously tightens his grip on her as his cock awakens. She can feel it growing, pressing into her ass, straining to be free.

She wriggles again and daddy stirs then relaxes.

She reaches down and slowly brings his hand to her lips. Her tongue slowly encircles his middle finger, bathing it in her saliva. Her lips encase it and she gently sucks on it while caressing it orally.

She moves his hand to her breast and wriggles her ass against his hard-on. He stirs again and his hand grabs her tit, massaging her for a few seconds, before once again relaxing. Her nipple firms and moistens with a small drop of milk.

She moves his hand lower till it is resting against the sheerness of her panties. She moves her panties to the side and his palm rests on her runway. She feels her pussy release new lubricant at the heat of his hand on her mons. She wriggles once again and his fingers stretch out across her moistened vulva, and she shivers in delight.

Daddy stirs again. His grip on her pussy tightens, and he is grinding back against her. In his dream state he is envisioning a beautiful, firm, round, ass in front of him, and his cock sliding in and out of his lover’s passage.

She rolls forward and reaches back with her hand and rubs his cock through his briefs. Daddy rolls over on his back and snorts. He continues to dream.

His lover has reversed positions now and has his cock in her hands. Her hypnotic eyes look up at him as she brings her lips to his crown. She kisses it slowly, gently, seductively, her tongue extending to retrieve the pre-cum she has milked from his member.

His lover reaches down as she works and pulls his briefs away and he steps out of them. He watches as she engulfs his crown with her lips. He can feel her tongue swirl around and around him. He thrusts into her and she swallows more and more of his shaft. Her hands cup his balls, kneading them like bread dough, as she continues to make love to his cock.

He reaches down and runs his fingers through edirne escort her hair and presses her head to his groin. She disengages and stands before him and kisses him.

The depths of his dream shallow but the feelings of passion continue. He can taste himself on her tongue and kisses her back. He grabs her with his arms and holds her to his body. His hard-on screams for attention.

She breaks from his lips and kisses his neck and he hers. She reaches down and strokes his cock and gasps as she feels the sweet agony of his love bite on her neck. His teeth nibble at her flesh as his lips suck against the veins of her neck.

She whispers in his ear “Mark me daddy. Make me yours.”

The words blur through his brain. His cock strains and his balls ache for relief as his tongue drills into her neck and he puts his mark on his daughter’s neck.

His ‘daughter’… what is he doing?

He disengages and pushes her aside. “Oh my God! What are you doing?”

“I love you daddy,” she exclaims.

“Baby, we can’t do this. This is wrong.”

“Daddy, this is all I want. All I crave is to be yours and you to be mine. Don’t you love me daddy?”

“Of course I love you baby. But, this… this is wrong baby.”

“It’s ok daddy. No one will know. No one knows me here and mom lives three states away. Nobody will ever know except you and me. I’ve been thinking about this since I moved in with you. You’re the only man in my life, the only man that I want. I can’t go to bed at night without playing with myself and thinking about you.”

“I cum for you every night daddy; I want you to make love to me. I want you to kiss me and hold me and touch me. I want you to taste me; I get so wet for you. I want you inside me daddy. I want you to put your baby in me.”

“Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know what you’re asking? Baby, if that happened, everything would change. You wouldn’t be my little girl anymore; you’d be the mother of my child.”

“Our child daddy, and I’d still be your little girl. I’ll always be your princess daddy. I love you so much. Please make love to me. Please put your baby in me daddy.”

With that she kissed him. First on the cheek, then she plied him with soft kisses as she moved closer and closer to his lips. “I love you daddy.”

She kissed him lightly on the lips and let her tongue drag across them. She kissed him again and his resolve weakened. She kissed him again and parted his lips with her tongue to find his own waiting to dance with hers.

She reached down and found his cock and he twitched to her grasp. She slowly stroked him as their kisses became more passionate. He kissed her back, deeply, wetly, his hand cradling her head. She sighed into his open mouth and he fully committed to taking her.

She lay back on the bed and he followed. Now it was she cradling his head as they kissed. She raked her nails across the nape of his neck as they kissed with unbridled hunger.

He broke free of her and she surrendered her neck to his lips. His hand moved under her nightie and cupped her breast. She moaned as he pinched her nipple and kissed his way to her cleavage. His tongue circled her areola, brushing her nipple, teasing her. He took her between his lips and was rewarded with a flood of warm milk. He stopped and looked up at her.

“You’ve got milk?” He asked.

“Yes daddy. I did it for you. I wanted to feed you, daddy.”

He returned to her breast and ravaged her. When he had emptied her he turned his attention to her other breast and was soon being nourished again. She pressed his head to her breast as he fed from her and her body writhed beneath him. Once drained he turned his attentions southward.

He left her breasts and returned to the trail of scent she had laid for him. As he plied her with soft wet kisses his nostrils flared with her perfume.

He kissed her belly and tongued her navel, causing her to giggle.

He continued his march south staying on course as if following a map to buried treasure. Upon reaching her mound he found it covered in her sheer panties. He lost the trail at this point but knew he was close as her natural scents permeated his senses, wafting through his sinuses. His cock stiffened in response to her pheromones.

He kissed her womanhood through her panties. They were rife with her juices and he could not resist but to tongue her. She squirmed in delight. His fingers found the margins of her triangle and slid beneath, toying with her vulva as he licked elazığ escort her again.

He reached up under her bottom and found the strap and pulled. Her panties fell away as he lifted each leg to remove them.

For the first time since changing her diapers as a baby, he took in the visual beauty of his daughter’s pussy; this pussy that would love him, caress him, kiss him, lick him, coat him in lubricant, grab him, pull him in, surround him with warmth and a velvety feel, clamp down on him and hold him in place while it relieved him of his seed.

“Baby, I can’t.”

She sat up and threw her arms around him and kissed him. “Please daddy. Make me yours. I’ve wanted this for so long. I want you inside me.” She kissed him again and he kissed her back and held her tightly and once again committed to mating with her.

She laid back and he went down. He kissed her vulva gently and she shuddered and moaned. He licked her with a broad stoke of his tongue and she bathed it with her juices. He licked her again from anus to clit, his tongue skirting her labia and prying open her slit. With each stroke he would rim her anus, sending a shiver up her spine. Then he would proceed slowly along her slit, caressing her labia, before performing a lazy circle around her bud, then returning to do it all over again.

He penetrated her with his finger, aimed upward and found her ‘G’ spot. He stroked it like petting a kitty. He brought his lips to her bud and encased her engorged clit, his tongue teasing her.

She grabbed at the sheets, then at him, but he continued to torture her. Suddenly her breathing stopped. Every muscle in her body clenched, and she unleashed herself upon her daddy.

A flood of cum poured from her and daddy wasted not a drop. She lay there panting, flaccid, destroyed by an orgasm that was all consuming.

The taste of her elixir, still fresh in his mouth, invigorated daddy. His cock throbbed and would not be denied. He rose up over her and pressed himself against her entrance.

He looked down at his baby girl, locked his gaze to hers. She felt him at her entrance, her labia ready to kiss his manhood. She looked deep into his eyes and nodded ‘yes’ and he slipped his head into her.

He held it there for a second, in some ways hoping that she would have a change of heart and stop him. Instead, she thrust into him with her hips and took more of his shaft. He set up a rhythm, stroking in and out of her. With each forward thrust her labia would swallow more of his shaft, coating him with her juices. Suddenly, he realized his man meat was hilted in his baby girl’s cum hungry cunt.

He could feel her warmth, her wetness, her quivering mass that surrounded his girth. He withdrew but was stopped from leaving as she tightened herself around his crown. He thrust into her again and she rotated her hips to meet him. He could feel his head crash into her cervix, causing her to cry out. It was not a cry of pain but of passion. He thrust into her again, and again, and again. Each time she thrust back at him, feeling him press into her, prying her open, ripening her for insemination.

He looked down and noticed milk weeping from her nipples. He latched on and suckled her like a newborn. She cried out and tensed again and released a fresh flood of cum on his shaft.

“Oh my God! Oh daddy! Fuck me daddy,” She cried.

She could feel him swelling inside her and she threw her arms around him. She brought her legs up to encircle his waist and locked him in her grasp.

“Cum in me daddy,” she screamed. “Breed your little girl.”

He grabbed her around the waist and almost crushed her in his arms. With one last thrust he engaged her cervix and nature relieved him of any further control. From deep in his loins he gathered his load and his pelvic muscles began a rapid-fire series of contractions. His cum crawled the length of his shaft and exploded from his slit.

She could feel the warmth of his baby batter violating her virgin womb and her own body reacted as well. Her pelvic muscles contracted around him, holding him in place. Her pussy fasiculated along his shaft and her hips began thrusting into him, pulling every last once of sperm-laden semen from him.

Wave after wave of hot jism entered her belly, filling her womb. She was finally satiated.

As his release ebbed his grip on her relaxed. She too released her grip on him.

“I love you daddy.”

“I love you too baby.” With that he kissed her.

They lay there, his spent member inside her, the last remnants of his seed oozing into her.

Epilogue

“I don’t know how you do it sweety,” said her neighbor. Billy is getting to be a handful, Sally is barely out of diapers and now you’re showing with twins. I wish my Steven was half as interested in a family as your husband is.”

“I couldn’t have asked for more. He’s a great daddy,” was the reply.

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I was just sitting in my room watching T.V. in my boxers when I suddenly heard my bedroom door open, and to my surprise it was my aunt. I was surprised, mainly due to the fact that this aunt was a real bitch and never really liked to see or talk to me. I’ve always thought she really never liked me because I had always been the good kid, the one all the others looked up to, unlike her children which were considered the black sheep of the family.

“Hey son, whatcha doing, why don’t you come and join the rest of us for dinner,” she said as she came in and sat next to me on my bed.

“No thanks Aunt Betty, I already had dinner and anyway I have to hit the books, thanks anyway,” I said, just trying to get her bitchy ass out of my room.

“What, you’re too good for my family, is that it.”

“No, I just already ate, and really have to study.”

“Suit yourself, anyway, who studies in their boxers, what’s up with that.”

“Nothing, it’s just more comfortable, anyway this is my room.”

“Alright, do whatever you want,” my aunt said as she got up, and then suddenly spanked me.

“Hey, what’s up with that don’t touch me.”

“I can touch you whenever I want to,” she said as she suddenly got really bitchy.

“You know what, I really don’t have time for this so can you just please excuse me,” I said trying to be the better person.

“You’ve always been a snotty little bitch, you were always the athletic, smart muğla escort one, and not to mention good looking, yet you never seem to know what’s good for you, didn’t you ever learn to respect your elders,” she said as she spanked me again,” See, I can touch you whenever I want to.”

“Why don’t you just leave, please, I’m sorry for whatever I did,” I said as I slowly tried to push her out of the room.

“Get you’re hands of me you little bitch,” she said as she slapped me.

I just sort of stared at her amazed and suddenly noticed that the top few buttons of her blouse had fallen off and I could clearly see most of her breasts, and as most guys would do, I stared in a sort of amazement, and got an almost automatic erection.

“What the fuck are you staring at you little bitch, hey you pervert, oh and look at you,” my aunt said as she noticed what had happened to her blouse and then suddenly just grabbed my erection.

“Hey, what are you doing, I’m sorry,” I said as she noticed me looking and grabbed my dick.

“Look you little pervert, I always was amazed by you, always little mister perfect, but I see you’re like any other guy, all you want is pussy, you like me holding you’re dick, don’t you,” she said with a little sly grin.

“Look Aunt Betty I’m really sorry about that, I promise I won’t, ohhhh, what are you, ahhhh,” I said as she suddenly started to jack ordu escort me off.

“Look at yourself, you little pervert, you know, you want me, you like that don’t you,” my aunt said as she then let go of me dick and then unbuttoned her blouse to show her big tits.

“Aunt Betty, I don’t, ohhh my, think…”

“Shut up and just do it, stop being mister right, just soak into the moment, you know you want to.”

This was just one of those times when right and wrong doesn’t really matter; it was one of those times when your dick has complete control of you. I mean what was I to do, there in front of me stood a fully naked woman who was really good looking.

“You little pervert, look at the hungry dick of yours, all it needs is some attention a little (slurp) licking and sucking will do it (slurp) right,” my aunt said as she started to lick my dick, going around it then going to my head and kissing it gently.

“Ohhhh, ahhhhhh, uhhhhhh,” was all I could say as she sucked on my dick; it was so good that I had to sit on my bed because my knees buckled with the intense pleasure.

I just stared at her as I she took my dick into her mouth and slowly sucked on it. She then brought it out of her mouth and started kissing it gently, going all the way down to my balls and then gently sucking on them, making me moan louder with the intense pleasure she gave me. I was incredible osmaniye escort to see my aunt do this. She was so good at sucking dick.

“I think you’ve had enough fun, I think it’s my turn to have some fun, and I think you’re dick is ready for me,” she said as she stopped sucking my dick.

I was incredible, she had stopped right before I was about to come and just squeezed my balls and stopped me from cumming, it was painful but at the same time it was full of pleasure.

My aunt then stood up and then got on my lap, put her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, then maneuvered herself so that my hard dick went slowly into her pussy.

She did this slowly, first taking my head and putting it into her pussy then moving slowly up and down, then she did this with half my dick, going a little faster, but still in the same movement.

“Ohhhh, that big dick of yours, ahhhh, I think it’s time that it exploded, ohhhh,” my aunt said as she bounced in front of my, with her tits bouncing up and down.

At this moment she started to fuck me harder than before, making my dick go deeper into her wet, horny, pussy, making her moan even louder. I just looked at her and saw her tits bouncing up and down, her face expressing the most pleasure I had seen in a long time. Her pussy gripped my dick harder as she started to orgasm.

“Ohhhhh yeah, ohhhh, yyyeahhhhh, I’m cumming, ohhhhh, ohhhhh,” my aunt said as she had an orgasm, which immediately made me have an orgasm as her pussy grabbed my dick and squeezed all it’s juices out.

After that she slowly got up then dressed herself and left the bedroom. After that she continued being her bitchy self, yet I know very well she’ll never forget that day she had her pussy filled with her nephew’s cum.

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I awoke with the usual great smell of breakfast. And I smiled because it seemed like it would be a day like any other, and not a turning point in my life. I got out of the bed and went into the kitchen, where my big brother was. Lucas was a big guy. You wouldn’t picture him as someone who could cook so damn good.

“I’m a bit late,” Lucas said. “you need more than this?” he asked, putting the sandwiches on the table.

“It’ll do,” I said, my mouth salivating.

“Okay, then I’m leaving.” He turned. “And you be careful, Tom.” I nodded, and he left. It was useless to tell him not to worry about my job.

Lucas was a biology professor, a job safer than mine. He was more intelligent and more responsible too. I grew up with the golden boy, but even when I tried to hate him, he was my big bro, I couldn’t.

I attacked the food.

I honestly could get used to this. Food every morning. It was like this since we started living together a year ago, after being apart for some time after college.

We decided that it would be easier since we lived in the same town again, and the both of us weren’t exactly going somewhere with other people. In other words, we were single and no one was on sight to change that.

When we wanted to bring a girl, we’d just tell the other one to find something to do and somewhere else to be. It was fine.

After breakfast, I took a shower. My shift was starting late. I had time. I touched my self in the shower, thinking about my ex-girlfriend. She had moved on from me, but I still liked to pay my respect to her beautiful body, my cock fucking her every hole. I got tired, my imagination not being enough.

I left the bathroom not bothering to dress. I had a laptop, but my brother’s was better and faster, so I went to his room. It was on his bed, and he hadn’t changed his password. I lay down on the bed, smelling my brother everywhere.

Porn was waiting. I was only getting comfortable on his bed, about to start the stroking, when I felt a lump behind the pillow. I stuck my hand and grabbed the thing. The big thing. My mouth opened wide as I stared at the gigantic rubber cock.

I threw it away on the bed, as if it burned my hand. I felt dirty, and my mind didn’t know what to think of the dildo. I refused to let my mind wander, to actually see images of what my brother was doing with it. Suddenly, to lay on this bed seemed wrong.

It was so big, with long protuberances that looked like real veins. Nobody could have such a big cock in reality. It was amazing.

I needed to breathe. Calmly think about things without jumping to wrong conclusions, the wrong conclusion being that my big brother liked to stick a big dildo up in his asshole.

Was he a fag? No. No. He wasn’t. Even if he liked to… to do that, he was just curious. He dated girls. My brother was fine. And some people said, you know, that it felt good. Maybe he just wanted to try.

Great. That’s it. I looked at the thing again, the big fucking black cock that my brother used to fuck himself when he was alone in his room, totally fine. I realized that I was rubbing my cock slowly, and stopped instantly, feeling a certain desire to slap my own face.

“Ignore it. You didn’t see it,” I told myself. I took the laptop and searched for porn, not even bothering going incognito. I watched some girls doing anal.

I jerked myself fast and furious, expecting to be over soon. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if my brother moaned like the blond I was watching while some guy ripped her ass apart.

Shit, I had to stop that. I couldn’t possibly be thinking that. Something was wrong with me.

Lucas was a man, no doubt about that. He dated girls. He liked girls. I have seen it. There should be some explanation. Sure, he liked to cook and clean his house, but he’s been doing that since always, he was the older brother from a single mother.

If someone said to me that they thought my brother was gay, I would beat the shit out of them. So why am I thinking that? They were traitorous and wrongful thoughts. I had to stop them.

I would prove to myself that everything was fine. I raised my legs up and teased my asshole with the tip of a finger. I continued watching porn.

It didn’t do anything for me. It just felt weird, but I kept trying, pressing my finger until my anus opened up. Although I didn’t feel pleasure, it was pleasantly strange, the feeling of being invaded, by a finger. So I imagined it was someone else’s finger.

That did it. See? I told myself. No biggie. Just a nice feeling. Then I looked at the dildo again. Yeah, Lucas was in a more advanced level, but still.

Wondering if I could go a bit further, I went for my lube in my room, and came back to my brother’s. I laid down again, his smell was everywhere. I lubed my finger and easily got into my ass. I felt so dirty, it was so easy to be fucked by a finger. Imagining it was someone else’s just made it way more forbidden.

My finger was going in more and more, until I pressed something that bayburt escort made my cock jump. I stared wild eyed at the ceiling, breathing slowly. I had forgotten about the porn. I fucked myself with one finger, trying to reach that pleasure again, and being less successful, but still very efficient.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned. Slowly, I fucked myself. I bit my lip, and decided to use another finger. It hurt.

That’s all I know. It hurt, it wasn’t that bad, but if I had tried to use two right at the beginning, I wouldn’t have continued. Now I knew that if I endured the pain, I could have something that would be worth it.

And so, after a while, I felt my ass being opened and welcoming two fingers, enlarging, and I more easily gave myself that sweet and rough pleasure. “Oh, yeah.”

I touched my cock with my other hand, and I almost came. My cock was actually doing well by himself while I put two fingers inside my ass and fucked me slowly. Pre cum was leaking and wetting my belly.

I took my fingers out of my ass, feeling the emptiness with disappointment. I reached for the dildo and looked at it, deciding that I would never be able to fit that in me, but I decided to try it out anyway.

First, I put a lot of lube on it. After I was positioned comfortably, I rubbed the head of the big dildo on my ass. Slowly. Only teasing. Like I did with girls some times, only now I was ‘the girl’. And some guy was doing it to me. My brother was doing it to me.

I knew it was wrong. The fact that it was wrong never left my head, but it just seemed even more wrong to not think of him, to think of some other guy. Maybe because his smell was everywhere.

Everything was leading to this. I was still not over the fact he was fucking himself, my big brother, so like a twisted joke of my mind, I couldn’t think of someone else but my big brother rubbing his cock on my ass hole.

I came. Physically, I was doing almost nothing. Mentally, I was giving my ass to my brother. That made me cum. I knew it, long after I got up, washed myself, then washed the dildo and put it in the same place, and hid every little clue that I was there, I knew.

The thought of my brother fucking me made me cum faster than a teenager.

I was already in my uniform, ready to go to work, when came the knock on the door. Outside, a brunette smiled. She was young and lifted my interest. She looked up at me and then inspected my body as if she couldn’t help it. Her smile faltered.

“You’re… hmmm… the brother? Who is a cop?” Her voice trembled, as she looked at me.

“That’s me” I said. It was my turn of inspecting her body. It looked like Lucas wasn’t having problem after all. I couldn’t help but be impressed. My eyes were having a hard time leaving her breasts.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to intrude, I just… I think I left something… He told me it was okay if I came by. Lucas told me.” She made an effort to look at my eyes.

“Of course.” I let her pass. Few minutes later, she came back.

“Here. It was just my phone,” said the Brunette.

“Sure,” I said, smiling at her in a way that made her blush. As she passed, I put my hand on her thigh, leading her to the door. “Pleasure to meet you.”

I kissed her on her soft cheek, which caused a little sigh, and she pressed her little body on me. Her hands lightly on my muscles.

“Thank you for being so nice” she said. “If all cops were so big like you, there would be nothing to worry about on the streets.”

I laughed, and closed the door. Back on my brother’s room, my heart was pounding as I lifted the pillow just to find nothing there. Laughing to myself, I headed to work.

Working as a cop in Rio was never easy, fortunately, there wasn’t any shooting. My shift ran smoothly, and late at night, I received his call. I put down my coffee on the table.

“Little brother,” Lucas said, a bit grunting. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

My heartbeat was instantly affected. I was suddenly there on his room, feeling his big dick inside me. How was my mind so filled with disgusting thoughts all of a sudden? Why was I letting myself feel this way?

There was a stirring in my pants, and it grew. I remembered that I had to answer.

“Excuse me?”

“You were nice to Barb, today. She told me. You deserve something nice to eat.” His breathing was harsh, and he was trying to hide.

“You’re fucking her right now, aren’t you?”

Lucas took long enough to answer, but first he laughed.

“I swear, I’m not.”

“Sure. Do whatever you want. Surprise me.”

“A big surprise, or a small one?”

I hoped the people eating around me didn’t see me blush. I moved on my chair, remembering once again what I found in my brother’s bathroom, and what I did with it. I didn’t even get to feel it right, just rubbing it slightly on my ass, that with the dangerous thoughts were enough to cream myself.

“You think you can make it big in time?” I asked, closing bartın escort my eyes right afterwards and slapping my forehead.

“I believe I can. See you later.”

I was still shaking slightly when I finished my coffee. The food I left untouched, no point in eating anymore.

It was night when I came home. A cold one. I opened the door slowly. The smell was fantastic. I must have made some noise.

“You came early!” Lucas said, from the kitchen. My thoughts gave room for my hunger while I trailed after his sound.

I stopped at the entrance. He was only wearing a small underwear that showed too much and yet too damn little. I had seen him naked already, we grew up together. But not after the fantasies. Lucas was naturally bigger than me. And he took care of his body.

His back was turned to me. “That’s looking good” I said, staring at his ass.

“Sit down,” Lucas told me. He told me. That tone was different from his usual mildly imperative one.

“Alright.” Why was I sweating?

We were always close, but tonight his proximity bothered me. He prepared my plate. I was afraid to look at him, least my eyes be drawn to the apparent volume of what was hidden behind the small piece of clothe.

He sat down in front of me, we looked into each other’s eyes. Lucas seemed bigger, I felt smaller.

And I thought that I must look so weird acting that way, so quiet and different from what I was. I waited for the question.

“You okay?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah. Rough day at work.” Easy way out.

“You could try working somewhere safer, you know,” Lucas told me again.

“Don’t need to worry about me.”

“You know why I worry,” he said, smiling.

“How about I give you two years of my part of the rent in advance?”

That seemed to calm things down for me. Although my brother’s smile was too cute for my taste.

“So, you met Barb.”

“Is she a student?” I asked, staring at his mouth.

Lucas shrugged. “She is a consenting adult.”

“Yeah, she is consenting.” I said, remembering how she looked at me. “She scared me a little.”

“Take her if you want. I lost my interest. She is too small.” At that moment, I spent a lot of time drinking my juice, because I was shocked and I didn’t want him to see that. I had never seen him talk about a woman that way. Hell, not even I talk about them that way.

“She is your woman,” I said.

He laughed. Then he stood, taking his plate with him. After that he approached me and stroked my hair.

“Don’t take off your uniform, little brother” Lucas said, pushing his lower body against my side. His hard cock touched me. I was petrified for a moment. “I’ll be on my room. Don’t take too long.”

“What the hell?” But Lucas left the kitchen already.

Once again I saw no use for the food. I went to my room, closed the door and began to take off my shirt. I paused, looking at the mirror. My eyes showed confusion.

I was definitely misunderstanding things. But was I? Of course. My brother. My older, bigger brother. It didn’t matter how much I tried to be more than him, he still could hold me in place with just a look. But tonight was different.

My uniform stayed where it was. It was tighter than ever, my cock hard and hurting.

I left my room, and entered his. Lucas was on the bed, laptop beside him. He was looking at the screen and his face lit, eyes shining. When they looked at me, I shivered.

“Wanna see what I’m looking at?” he said.

I knew what it was. I just couldn’t believe it.

“What’s your game, Lucas?” My voice grew grave, but I slowly approached his bed.

“I’ll tell you. Sit here close to me.” He showed where I was supposed to sit with one hand, the other touched his erection, which could be clearly pictured by the silhoutte bulging through his underwear.

And while my eyes stared at his cock, I felt sick, and my curiosity kept growing. I remembered how good I felt while pressing the dildo on my entrance, almost in, and my big brother was a big part of that. What would it feel like to have his fingers inside? The thought was painfully erotic.

I sat down exactly where he told me. He was my brother.

He turned the laptop and I saw what I expected to see. Myself, legs apart, pressing a big dildo on my asshole. Shit.

“Press play. I paused on my favorite part.”

I shook my head, a part of me still in denial of everything that was happening. A fear awoke inside me. And shame, although shame wasn’t yet in its full potency.

But I pressed play. In the video, I started moving, my whole body twisting. And I whispered my brother’s name. I didn’t remember that. I was thinking about him, but had I actually said his name aloud? I stared wild eyed.

“I… I didn’t know it was recording.”

“When I first saw it, I was pretty mad. I’m your big brother.” He raised his voice. “I couldn’t believe you thought about me like that.”

I almost said that I didn’t. ığdır escort But I was so ashamed. My voice failed me.

“But then,” he said. “I kept watching, I couldn’t stop watching you. I was jerking myself off so hard when I called you.”

I shut my eyes. I wanted him to stop, and I so didn’t.

Lucas put the laptop on the ground. I wondered if time had slowed down, because he was coming closer but never seemed to reach me. But there he was, warm and big. His familiar smell had a whole new scent, the smell of intimacy that a brother should never have.

I touched his leg, and moved through his skin until I reached his cock and balls. I enjoyed to see he was just as hard as I was.

“This is fucked up” I said.

Lucas ignored me, as he put me on my side and took off a bit of my pants. My butt was exposed and turned to him. I felt his hand on my ass cheeks, urgent and strong hands, exploring freely while I passively let him.

Finally, I felt one fingertip on my tight asshole. I couldn’t help but move into it, trying to accelerate everything.

“That’s what you want?” His sinful voice was suddenly right on my ear, and I lost my breath. I nodded.

“Lick it,” he told me. His finger was gone from my ass, right into my face. I looked at it for a moment, just letting the realization come, and I just fucking accepted it. I licked his finger, then sucked.

And Lucas kept teasing my asshole with his cock.

“You want to suck that too?” he asked, pressing it harder, and it felt insanely good. It made me want to know what it would feel like to be fucked in the ass by my big brother. What a messed up thought to have. What a delicious thought to have.

I tried to take my pants off completely, but he didn’t let me.

“Keep the uniform. Looks good on you.” Lucas took his finger out of my mouth and rubbed it in my ass. It was cold and provoking. He entered me with just the tip. Oh. “Never thought I would be the one to stretch my little brother’s tight hole.”

“Fucking do it,” I said.

Lucas grunted, pressing his face against my cheek. He smelled me, licked my face. My big brother was going for it, and I just didn’t think, I turned my face and sucked on his tongue. That was supposed to be disgusting, it should make me want to throw up. Well, I kept kissing him for a long time. My lips were tired, but I didn’t want to stop, my cock was probably tearing itself apart from the pleasure coming from just the eroticism of it all.

“Barb is one lucky girl” I said.

“Well, you’re the lucky girl now.” He smiled. “My god, you know what I want to do to you?”

His hardness was leaking so much that I could feel a cold trail down my ass cheeks. I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do to me.

“Have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

“No one better to teach you than your big brother.” I had no argument against that. I turned and get up on my knees, while Lucas sit and opened his legs. His underwear was nowhere to be found.

My face was just about to touch his cock, the smell of another man’s privates was so strong, it confused me, because it was still my brother’s smell, just with a great touch of sex to it. I looked up at him, waiting for him to change his mind, and realize that this would probably fuck up our relationship for ever.

He didn’t change his mind and neither did I. So I opened my mouth wide and taste my brother’s cum for the first time. I didn’t know how to do it properly, but I had some idea of what to do. Girls had done that to me a lot of times, I was bound to learn the essential. The head was always the best choice.

Nature took care of itself, and after a time I was trying to put more than half of it inside, just to show off. Lucas called me dirty names, something that he probably did with his young girls. In that day, I not only sucked a cock for the first time, I was slapped in the face by a cock, I rubbed my whole face on a pair of huge balls, and sucked a pair of huge balls too. And everything was just so perfect. I met a new side of me. Something I didn’t know I liked it. Was I ever going to let this go?

The taste of his cum was so familiar at that point, that when he asked me if I wanted, I said yes, and he cummed right inside. There was so much of it, a big load of tasty and warm cream, I wanted to please him so much that I tried to swallow everything and still didn’t manage to hold all of it.

A small amount fell down through his cock, and I licked it while I watched his reaction. My big brother was pleased.

“Good job” He said, slapping my face lightly. I wasn’t used to be slapped in the face by a man, but he was my big brother.

I waited for an instruction.

I awoke the next day in my own bed. I dreamed of my brother, and my cock was already hard. I didn’t want to face him today, how could I look in his eyes while still remembering the taste of his cum and the way it filled my mouth? I was also extremely disappointed that we didn’t get to advance things, I was ready to be fucked, but he wasn’t ready to fuck me.

I smelled the food. So good. I waited for my erection to go away, and when it didn’t, I put some pants on and went for the kitchen. Lucas was dressed for work, and I also needed to get to work early, because my shift was going to be rough that day. But he still smiled at me.

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