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Jenna Gordon stared at the tuition due and wanted to cry. $9538.35 due in 6 weeks. She had gone to her mother, who had wept about how hard it was to make ends meet now that her father had abandoned her. Her father had a bitter tirade about how Jenna’s mother was sucking him dry with her alimony while he was trying to make a life with his new young wife. Jenna was 3 years younger than the newest Mrs. Gordon. Her parents were not getting her out of this.

Jenna looked at the bill one more time. There was one person that she could ask. Her mother had forbidden her from making contact most of her life, but now her mother was not able to hold the purse strings of control. Jenna grabbed the phone and called her mother’s younger brother Ray.

Ray Phillip’s looked at the stage and grimaced. Tiffany was starting to look haggard. The girl was obviously turning tricks in her off time and she looked to have undergone another procedure. She was starting to look like a melting Barbie doll. He grabbed his drink and wandered back to his office. He nodded at the bouncer as he went to indicate where he would be if needed. The strip club “Ray’s Man Cave” ran like a top. There was very little that his well-placed staff could not handle. It was time to find new dancers though. The dwindling attendance was proof of that.

Ray placed ads for dancers everywhere. The college was a good source of girls willing to lose their dignity for a little bit of cash. Flash some tits and ass, easier than student loans, that was what he told all the young feminists. The money was so good that most of the girls ended up quitting school. Ray never mentioned that it was a short-term career opportunity. Like pro-sports or modeling, there came a point when you were no longer bankable.

Jenna called Ray at home, and on his cell. There was no answer. What she did not know was that her caller ID came up with her mother’s name and there was no way that Ray was going to talk to that leach anytime soon. Jenna was desperate, so she called the club.

“Man Cave. What you need?” A man answered.

“Can I speak to Ray?”

“Dancer auditions are tomorrow at 2pm. If you get picked be ready for a shift tomorrow night.” Then he hung up.

Jenna stared at the phone. Interesting, she thought, she needed money maybe this was the answer. She was cute with shiny brown hair and big brown eyes. She was not built like a stripper that was for sure. Her tits were big and pendulous, her ass was wide and flat, her waist was narrow, so really her shape was good just wider than the normal stripper. Jenna had done every exercise craze including Flaunt, Pole Dancing and Stripping away the Pounds. She knew a few tricks of the trade, so maybe there was a chance she could pull this off.

Scotty Kines sat on the floor of his best friend Jenna’s dorm room and watched her dance erotically. It would have been amazing if he were not extremely gay. She had all the moves and the flesh to back it up. Scotty clapped as she once again came to the big finale.

Jenna panted and looked hopeful. “Is it good enough?”

“Oh, yes honey.” Scotty assured. “Why not take off the bra?”

“I am hoping that the place is not full nude.”

“Your breasts are fine!”

“They are not perky.”

“No that is definitely not the word I would use. They are huge and they are real. Both plusses if you ask me.”

“You are gay. You don’t like any breasts. You are not fair judge on this. You are just saying what I want to hear.”

“I may not be on the market for a pair to play with but I am aware of the market standards. I watch porn.”

Jenna laughed. “I will hopefully get by to maybe get a waitress job where I can wear push-ups to put them in the right place.”

“Men do not have a ‘right place’ for boobs. Are they on a woman? Check.” Scotty stated with a sarcastic head shake.

“Whatever. Help me pick my outfit. I gotta leave soon.”

Ray looked over the 7 or so girls that showed up. Some of them were what you would expect, desperate and addicted to something. Stringy hair, skin and bones, dancing like it was too important. There was nothing about desperation that filled seats.

There was one silicone bleach blonde girl that had been fired from the Beaver Trap looking for a job. Obviously a professional and jaded to the moves and routine. There was vacant expression about her. But she had moves and it was easy to see he was going to hire her.

The last one looked so out of place it was uncomfortable to watch. But when the thick young co-ed took the stage she was captivating. She had decent moves and her flashes of innocence and skin were enough to give Ray an actual hard on. It had been years since a dancing girl had made him hard. But this was like watching the girl next door through a window. It was voyeuristic and entrancing.

Jenna finished her dance and stood in the line with the other 6 women that had danced. All of them were looking expectantly at Uncle Ray. Jenna looked at him as well and noticed he canlı bahis was staring at her. She smiled slightly and waved hoping he wasn’t too mad that she was auditioning.

“Candy Cane and Jenna G please stay. The rest of you thank you for auditioning.”

“Candy, please see Bruce at the door for the schedule and dressing room tour. Your paperwork is in order. Jenna, I need to see you in the office.”

Jenna followed Ray to the office. The door closed behind them and the lighting was brighter back here and Jenna squirmed. She was not comfortable in the bright light with so much skin showing. Ray sat on the edge of the desk and sat watching her.

“I want to hire you but I need to see the goods so to speak.” Ray said with a calculating tilt to his head. “Strip.”

“Didn’t I just do that out there?” Jenna asked with a nervous laugh.

“You danced out there. In here I need to make sure that you are physically appealing to the clients. So again, strip.”

Jenna looked at the door. When she started this journey, it did not sink in that she would be naked in front of her uncle. But here in the bright light of the florescent tubes she was about to get as the day she was born nude. He did not seem to recognize her, so maybe it was just an uncomfortable secret for her to keep.

She blushed and started pulling at the corset she wore. Soon she was topless. Ray inhaled sharply. Her breasts rested heavily against her chest and upper abdomen, they were massive and real. In a world of augmentation and plastic she was luscious organic fruit. She reached down to draw off her panties and her breasts hung below her swaying and jiggling with every move she made. Ray felt like his jeans were going to shred from his cock trying to escape.

Jenna stepped out of her panties and stood before Ray in a garter and stockings. She moved to remove them as well when Ray grabbed her wrist. “That is fine, leave them.”

Ray stood up and circled her. She was thick, shapely, dangerously curved. Just what he needed to liven up this Barbie Doll parade. Just enough real to make the men remember the primal need for sex came from a biological necessity to procreate, and this vixen was meant for breeding. Ray stepped behind her and unfastened his jeans. He reached out and nudged her thighs apart. “Lean over the desk, I need to see your holes.”

“What?”

“Look you want to strip here, I gotta know what the goods look like before I send you out there to represent my club.”

Jenna hesitantly leaned over the desk, well aware that she was dripping wet from being on display. The shame of being turned on by this situation with her uncle was like a snake squirming in her belly. She tried to be professional and let him finish his inspection.

“You might want to wax all this off. It is not the best look to have pubic hair curling around the g-string.” Ray squatted behind her and inhaled the fresh woman scent of her pussy. It was dripping and begging for penetration. His cock throbbed and strained toward the hot wetness. “I have to touch you. Do not be alarmed.”

Jenna squeaked as he put his finger directly on her clit and began to manipulate it. He watched the clit as it emerged from it’s hood and salivated at the tiny pearl begging to be sucked. He stood, still flicking at the center of her universe. He watched as his cock jumped like a divining rod as it pointed toward her dripping hole.

“Lean up a bit, I need to feel your tits.” Ray said.

Jenna was lost in feeling and obeyed without thought. Ray clamped on to both of her tits. Mashing and mauling the soft flesh in his big rough hands. He was out of control with just a quick adjustment he was plunging deep into the tightest softest cunt he had ever felt.

When Jenna squealed loudly Ray covered her mouth with his hand. “Hush, just enjoy it.” Ray said sliding in and out of heaven.

Jenna was in a tornado of sensation and confusion. His hand over her mouth was turning her on and preventing her from blurting out the only thing that could stop this incredibly erotic and insanely wrong fucking. His cock was pounding her like it knew exactly where she needed it. The thrust across her g-spot was driving her higher and higher. He moved his hand from her mouth to grip her hip to get leverage to get deeper. He pounded deeper and just as the world splintered around her she screamed. “I am your niece.” The orgasm she had was bigger than anything she had ever experienced and as he pulled back she contracted forcing his cock and her squirting girl cum out of her pussy. He grabbed her hard and thrust back in deeper and harder.

Jenna figured that he had not heard her, but as he animalisticly fucked her, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Such a good girl cumming on Uncle Ray’s cock. Such a dirty little niece bending over for Uncle Ray.”

Jenna moaned and tried not to get swept away but it was too much. It was too dirty and too hot feeling him fill her to the brink. She was going to cum kaçak iddaa again. This time it was not a secret she was going to cum for her Uncle Ray.

“Fuck me Uncle Ray. Give it to me. Yes, give me that dirty Uncle dick.”

Ray was blind with the heat. She was saying the dirtiest things. If this is what she needed to get off he was more than willing to play along. It was dirty and hot so he was getting way to close. “Cum for me you dirty girl. Remember, don’t tell mommy.” He grunted just before his cock started spewing.

The first splash of his cum and she was over the edge again. The long low moan that came out of her was the most erotic sound he had ever heard.

He left her slumped over the desk as he did up his jeans. She moved slowly but began gathering her things.

“That was really hot.” Ray said. “I rarely ever role play, but that was so taboo.”

“What?”

“Pretending to be my niece. I don’t usually go in for that, but it was hot as fuck.”

“I wasn’t pretending. I am your niece Jenna.”

Ray swallowed audibly. “What?”

“I am Jenna, your sister’s daughter.”

“What the fuck? Why didn’t you say so?”

“I did, but you just kept fucking me like it didn’t matter.”

“I thought you were playing.” Ray screamed. Then growled when his cock twitched.

“I gathered that. I am really sorry. Nobody needs to know this happened. It was an accident and we can just forget it.”

“Can we?” Ray asked skeptically. “I doubt I am going to forget this.”

“Well, okay, so we may not forget it, but we don’t need to talk about it. Our secret.”

“Our dirty, filthy secret.” Ray said as his cock stirred. Jenna shivered. He was looking at her like that again.

Jenna scrambled to get into her corset.

“Um, I kind of need the money, so do I have the job?” Jenna asked trying to distract him.

“Yes… No… Yes…” Ray grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Shit I don’t know. I am really confused right now.”

“It is a job. You were going to hire me before you knew who I was, right?”

“Well, I thought I was. Then I fucked you. I don’t normally fuck the help.”

“Normally?”

“I have fucked a couple girls that worked here but it doesn’t work out well so I try to avoid it.”

“Please, Uncle Ray,” Jenna begged. His cock surged. “I really need the money for school. My parents are currently useless and I really need this.”

“You really need something.” Ray mumbled under his breathe.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Ray said shaking it off. “I don’t think it is a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because when I look at you I want to start round two. This is the kind of twisted mind fuck I do not need.” Ray yelled. “I mean when I think of watching you dance now…”

“I am desperate, please Uncle Ray. Please.” Her begging was having a very strong effect on his cock.

“2 weeks. You can earn the money you need and get out.”

“Thank you!” Jenna started bouncing around her tits jiggling about trying to escape the corset. Ray groaned and pointed at the door.

“Get out, get out before I lose my fucking mind.”

“What kind of fresh hell is this?” Ray said to Bruce.

“Jenna G wants props.”

“We need a stripper name for her.”

“Baby J. We are already promoting that. Candy Cane is on the marquee but I have a feeling Baby J will be by the weekend.” Bruce said watching the stage like he was hypnotized. “I cannot remember the last time a dancer got me hard. But damn if Baby J didn’t rev the engine.”

“Shut up. I do not want to hear that.”

“I am just saying… Good choice.”

“I think she is going to be more of a hit than I can handle.”

“What does that mean?”

“Baby J is making me insane for many reasons. I am just warning you that she is going to be trouble for me.”

“Wow boss, cannot remember the last time anything worked you up.”

“This is a whole slew of triggers for me.” Ray motioned to the stage, “What in the hell is that?”

“Dress makers dummy. Baby J has a plan for the brand…” Bruce laughed. “Most of these girls are just getting dressed. This one is creating a brand.”

“Smart. If you have a brand you have a customer base.” Ray shook his head. “Does she have to be smart, and cute and hot?”

“Kind of killer combo.”

“Definitely going to kill me.” Ray said walking away.

Jenna peeked around the curtain, thankfully the dimly lit room showed not too many faces in the audience. She was very nervous. She realized that she was not going to get most men by flashing her body so she needed to work the fantasy triggers. That was the reason that she got props. This first one was going to be kind of shocking but hopefully well received. The stage hand grabbed the dress maker dummy clothed in black shirt and black pants with a small white square at the collar, and mounted it in the hole specially placed in the floor. Jenna straightened her short pink pleated skirt, grabbed her pink lollipop kaçak bahis and waited for the first notes of Aerosmith’s Pink to start. She skipped out on the stage with her hair in pigtails, saddle shoes, knee socks, short pink skirt with pink ruffle butt panties with a g-string underneath, white button down top with white lace see through cup bra. Her freshly waxed pussy felt weird brushing against her clothes. She reached the dummy and began to sway with the music. She kept her motions innocent.

She swirled around the dummy and then as the music swelled she dropped to her knees in front of the dummy. A quick twist and she was bent at the waist with her ass in the air. She looked over at the edge of the stage and pulled the lollipop suggestively in and out of her mouth, making sure that the sucker distorted her cheek. It was clear that she was giving the priest a blow job.

She rose up and rubbed her back against the dummy. Then bent at the waist again, standing doggy style. She popped up quick and grabbed her ass rubbing it like she was rubbing away the sting from the invisible slap. She turned her back to the audience and bent at the waist pulling down her ruffle butt panties and exposing her ass for a little corporeal punishment.

Just as she was supposed to she turned to the audience bring them in and slowly stripping away the panties, then she started working on the buttons on her top. The chest came into full view and she began to skip slowly around the edge of the stage. She reached the end of the stage and sank to her knees and began fellating the sucker again. Men were throwing money at her.

Ray stood at the bar and tried to remember how to breathe. She was making every catholic girl fantasy a reality right there on the stage. Every man in the place wanted to throw that sucker away and give her something to suck instead. He desperately wanted to spank that ass and use those pigtails as handles while he fucked her face.

Jenna twirled her hair and sucked her sucker, winked at a man in front of her, then with a shy glance behind her raised her skirt and allowed the man to put his money in her g-string. She giggled and dropped her skirt, then slid over to another gentleman and with her back to him raised the back of her skirt. His money slid over her ass until it was trapped in the string as well. She shimmy crawled to the next man and allowed him to stuff his money in the deep crease of her cleavage. The guy was digging for nipple when she sat back and pouted.

Ray wanted to bite that fucking lip. He sat there and tried to convince himself that she was not only his employee, but also his blood fucking relative. The dick in his pants did not care what was right or wrong, he just wanted to access that sweet tight heat again.

The song was reaching the end as Jenna began to crawl back to the dummy. She climbed the dummy until she was hugging it, just as the song ended and the stage went black. The whooping cheers echoed into the back stage, as Jenna left the stage. Candi Cane was standing there as she came off.

“I guess you gotta do something to overcome being a fat ass, huh?” Candi said dismissively.

“Excuse me?”

“I think you heard me. Now if you want to see a real dancer pay attention.”

“Why are you hiring someone to go out there for you?” Jenna asked bitingly. Candi opened her mouth to reply but the music started and she had to get out there.

Jenna headed toward the dressing room when Bruce intercepted her. “Ray needs to see you in the office.”

“What? He said I had 2 weeks!” Jenna cried. Tears ran down her face but she lowered her head and went to the office. She had to walk thru to the front where Candi was hanging from the pole by her legs in an awkward back bend. The guys did not seem to be paying any attention. That thought made her smile before the eminent firing came back to her.

She knocked softly. The door was ripped open and she was dragged inside. Ray forced her to her knees before she could even speak and then his cock was thrusting in and out of her gaping mouth. “Suck it. Be a good girl or I will have to tell mommy that you were a bad girl. Is that what you want?”

Jenna moaned and began sucking his cock like her life depended on it. Ray gripped her by the base of each pigtail and began guiding her. “What every good princess needs… handle bars.”

Ray thrust forcefully down her throat and held her there. Like the good girl she strived to be, she sat there as he ground himself against her face. He wanted to cum so bad, but his cock wanted another dunk in her taboo little fuck hole. He pulled her off and thrust her back until she was on her back. He flipped up the little skirt. He pulled the folded bills out, pushed aside the tiny little string and thrust deep into her pussy.

“Uncle Ray!”

“Oh, fuck yes.” He moaned.

“We aren’t supposed to do this! Uncle Ray, it is so dirty.”

“MMM Fuck!”

He pounded harder. Jenna realized that like her every time he was reminded of their relations, it did not make him want to stop, it just made it hotter. She did as she did on stage, and steered into the fantasy.

“You’re making me tingle. Uncle Ray!”

“Hush Baby J, your mom might hear.”

“Yes, sir. I will -unnnnn- try.”

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“Just a few drops,” the packet said, but I had been best friends with Eric Hanson since first grade, and with high school graduation in a week and him going away for college in the fall, I only had so much time left to make him more than that. It’s an aphrodisiac, I thought, and a shitty aphrodisiac I bought online at that. Who ever heard of anyone OD’ing on an aphrodisiac? The stuff was probably so weak that I could empty the whole packet into the bottle of vodka and it would still be a waste of $49.95 plus tax and shipping.

So that’s exactly what I did; I emptied it all—about a sugar packet’s worth—into the bottle and watched the white powder sink and dissipate in the clear alcohol like melting snowflakes. I swirled the bottle around, replaced the cap, and set it back up in the alcohol cabinet.

I had planned everything to the last detail. My parents were away for a week on business; they would get back in town the night before my graduation, a week from tomorrow. My brother, Colin, would be coming home after exam week at college was done; I didn’t know exactly when his last exams were, but I figured he wouldn’t be back until Wednesday at the earliest. Not that I needed all that extra time; I was going to get Eric back here and fuck him tonight.

I was pretty sure Eric liked me, but we’d been friends so long he’d never gather the courage to ask me out, and I certainly couldn’t do it. But I saw the way he’d check out my legs when he thought I wasn’t looking; he frequently made reference to liking redheads—as if I wasn’t one—and as best friends we were comfortable enough to flirt with each other under the pretense that neither of us meant it. We were just going to grab dinner and see a movie, like any Friday night, but tonight he’d have to drive me because I told him my engine had died; I even put myself through the indignity of taking the school bus this morning to make the ruse consistent. Further, the movie we were planning to see was already sold out. He didn’t know that but I knew because my best friend, Cassie, worked at the theater and knew tonight was the night I was making my move. She kept me abreast of the ticket sales over the week and when the big new superhero movie pre-sold all its evening shows yesterday, I knew what movie to “suggest” Eric and I see. We would show up at the theater, “discover” the movie was sold out, and then I would tell him my parents were out of town and we should just head back to my place where we could watch a movie on Netflix and drink as well. I would let him choose the movie while I mixed us both a couple drinks heavy on the vodka and aphrodisiac, and with any luck the mystery powder would having him boning me like a wild animal on the couch before the movie’s second act.

With the vodka safely stored away I had an hour to get ready before Eric was picking me up. I went upstairs and changed out of my school clothes. Part of me said not to dress too fancy because this wasn’t supposed to look like anything beyond our usual hanging out, but the other part of me said fuck it, you always dress nice anyway, so you might as well go all out and plant the seed in his head. That part of me won, and I put on a small black dress that clung like a desperate mountain climber to every millimeter of my tiny frame. Then I pulled on a pair of new, translucent black nylon stockings, one at a time, each of them accentuating my long legs. I stood in front of the mirror; I was tiny, only 5’3″, with breasts that just narrowly escaped the A-range, and I was one of those girls who would always be accused of being anorexic even though I couldn’t help that I was just naturally slender. I actually wanted to be curvier, but try telling that to anyone and see how quickly they laugh in your face. I did have killer legs, though, and in these stockings with this dress I looked like a sports car. I went into the bathroom and put on my face.

An hour later and I was waiting for Eric. He lived pretty close by so he was usually a few minutes late. By the time he was ten minutes late I still wasn’t worried, per se, but I was getting nervous; not so much about him showing up, but about everything I had planned for the evening. This would be a moment of no return for us. I went to the liquor cabinet to get something to steel myself. The vodka was the first thing that screamed out, “Drink me!” but I knew I couldn’t tip my hand by touching that before he even arrived. I’m a fan of neither rum nor Coke but we had both of them and it was easy to mix one in a jiffy, slam it down, and see that Eric was now 15 minutes late.

“Where are you?” I texted him. I can’t help it, I’m one of those people who insist on using proper grammar and spelling even in text messages. Based on the average intelligence of the rest of my graduating class, this was probably one of the reasons I didn’t already have a boyfriend.

20 minutes late and he still hadn’t replied to my text. I was getting worried. I mixed and downed another Rum and Coke. 25 minutes. I hated actually talking to anyone on a phone, even my best friend, but I was getting bahis siteleri worried. I dialed him up and listened to the ring tone.

It rang.

And rang.

And nothing was happening.

Finally I got his voicemail. I hated voicemail more than I hated just talking on phones, but I was getting worried now. I wasn’t just worried that he wasn’t coming, I was worried something had happened to him. It wasn’t like him to just bail without any excuse at all.

“Eric, it’s me, Allie,” I told the receiver. “Is everything all right? I’m still at home, waiting for you, and it’s been almost half an hour. Let me know you’re okay, okay? Bye.”

I hung up and sat down at the bar counter in the kitchen. I sat my phone down on the counter and stared at it for probably the next ten minutes. Where was he? Somewhere in this waiting period I made and downed a third Rum and Coke. By the time he was 45 minutes late and he still hadn’t called back I was telling myself I was just buzzed, but really I was drunk. In that fluctuating state, though, it seemed like a good idea to investigate for myself what was going on, so I slipped into my high heels and marched out, as straight as I could on three Rum and Cokes, to my car and backed out of the driveway. I pulled out onto the street a bit too fast, like a stunt driver, and sped out of the neighborhood, nearly swiping a black pickup pulling into the allotment.

The first stop sign I hit I knew I shouldn’t be driving in high heels and I pulled them off and threw them into the backseat. I shouldn’t have been driving at all, of course, but the heels I could control. The lightheaded feeling overtaking me told me I should just turn around, head home, and chalk this night up as a loss, but I still worried that something bad had actually happened to Eric and that he wasn’t just standing me up for no good reason.

I pulled into Eric’s allotment and down his street and I parked my car on the side of the road and killed the lights with horror at what I saw: Cassie’s car was in Eric’s driveway, and she was picking him up. She was dressed up, in a nice, slinky dress, just like me, and he was dressed up like he knew it was a date. I couldn’t help but let out a small scream in the cramped confines of my car, but I caught it quickly in my throat and held it back. The choked-back scream turned into tears that I couldn’t keep from escaping my eyes. My head fell forward and I had just enough presence of mind to avoid slamming my forehead right into the center of the steering wheel and honking the horn. I sobbed as I waited for my traitorous best friend’s headlights to drive past and well off into the night before I started my car again and headed home.

I pulled back into my driveway but I couldn’t pull all the way in because of the black pickup parked in the drive. Oh, God, I realized, my brother Colin was already home. I was still crying from the betrayal of my two best friends going out together, but now I was worried that my brother may have realized I was the one who nearly ran him off the road when I was leaving the allotment. I just wanted to grab a bottle of anything, crawl into bed, and never wake up.

I slunk back into the house in my stocking feet; I was drunk enough I hadn’t realized until I was halfway up the driveway I hadn’t put my shoes back on, and by then felt zero motivation to walk back and retrieve them. I closed the door behind me and stepped into the house.

“Colin?” I asked, tentatively.

“Yeah?” I heard him slur from somewhere within the kitchen or living room. I walked deeper into the house and found him lying on one of the couches in the living room with the flatscreen TV on. He had muted it but I quickly realized he was watching porn. God, I just wanted to get up to my room and disappear. I would slip into the kitchen, grab a bottle of anything, and head upstairs and drink until I passed out to forget this terrible night.

“Allie, is that you?” my brother slurred from the couch as I slipped back towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, Colin, it’s me,” I said as I made my way back to the alcohol cabinet.

“Where you been, baby sis?” God, he sounded so drunk. Colin was 22; if he had started college right after high school he’d be done by now, but he put it off for a few years, thinking he could go out to Hollywood and make it as a screenwriter. It didn’t pan out, and while he hadn’t given that dream up entirely, he realized he couldn’t wait tables forever and went back to school in the hopes he’d find something to fall back on.

He was a sophomore now and I still don’t think he’d declared a major yet.

“Out,” I responded. Maybe I’d tell him about my disastrous night in the afternoon when he was sober—we weren’t exactly close but he always managed to be there for me when I couldn’t talk to anyone else—but there was no way I was discussing it now, while the night was still too fresh and he was still too plastered.

“You came back in a hurry,” he said. “You sped out of here like a bat out of hell.” He started to pick canlı bahis siteleri himself up off the couch.

“Yeah, I know. I was heading out to OHMYGOD!” I screamed and spun around and covered my mouth as I saw my brother walking up the couple steps to the kitchen. He only wore a pair of boxer briefs, and he might as well have not been wearing those because he had a massive hard-on jutting out the front of his underwear. I tried to catch my breath.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. I could hear him shuffling up behind me in the kitchen.

“N-nothing,” I stammered, and as I felt him coming up behind me I darted around the kitchen table and back towards the living room with all the couches and chairs and the coffee table. I turned around to find he was right up behind me and I shrieked a bit.

“Where are you going, li’l sis?” he spat out with great effort as he approached me. Without looking where I was going I backed up against the arm of one of the couches and fell over onto it on my back. Colin continued towards me with a singular purpose.

“Colin, what’s wrong?” I asked. His behavior was scaring me; this was not your typical “getting drunk.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said as he stumbled forward. “I just never noticed how beautiful you were, is all.” I was terrified; what was my brother doing? He advanced on my like the killer in a slasher movie, inexorably and utterly confident that I would be a successful conquest. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs apart as he pressed forward towards me.

“STOP!” I screamed. It was bloodcurdling enough that, whatever force had possessed my brother like this, he recognized he’d crossed a line and stopped in his tracks. I scampered off the couch and fell back against the coffee table, which is when I saw the culprit: the vodka bottle. The vodka bottle I’d spiked with my Internet aphrodisiac for Eric sat on top of the glass coffee table, half-empty. Whatever drove Colin to come home early from school drove him to polish off half a bottle of vodka in the span of maybe 20 minutes, if I was being generous.

I looked up at Colin, who stood perfectly still, staring down at me, his cock hovering over me like a harbinger of doom. He was still hungry for me, but he had enough presence of mind that he wasn’t going to take me against my wishes. Or rather, it was clear that in his mind he didn’t want to do that; his body was arguing otherwise, and he rocked back and forth in place like a coiled snake waiting to strike. I picked myself up and crawled around the coffee table to the opposite couch where I sat down.

“Colin,” I began, and immediately he stepped towards me like a predator. I kicked my right foot up and planted it square against his bulging prick to stop his approach. “No! Sit down!”

Colin did as I instructed and lowered himself down onto the edge of the coffee table. I kept my foot pressed against him to make sure he wouldn’t try anything; the distance between the couch and the coffee table was short enough that I could still bend my knee partially as I pressed my sole into his curved cock to hold him at bay. He was enormous! Even with my heel at his base his cockhead still extended past the tips of my toes. He pressed himself forward against my foot as if it were literally the only barrier between him and raping me. I pressed my foot back harder in response, and this back and forth continued until he was effectively masturbating himself, slowly, with the sole of my foot. Even though my brother was, objectively, very fit and good looking, I had never thought of him sexually before, but I couldn’t deny that what was happening had an erotic charge to it.

Still, I couldn’t do anything with my brother, I thought. That would be incest! But looking at the animal hunger in my brother’s eyes and the way he mindlessly humped his girth against my foot made it clear he wasn’t thinking about this as incest; for him it was sex, pure and simple, and the bottle was to blame for that.

“Colin,” I said, calmly and deliberately. “Without moving from where you’re sitting, pass me the bottle of vodka.” Without taking his eyes off me, he reached backwards and grabbed the bottle. He started to lift himself up off the table and I pressed my foot harder into his thick meat; my big and index toes wrapped around the base of his cockhead through my stockings.

“No!” I commanded sternly. “Sit down. If you get up without my permission this ends now and I call Mom and Dad, do you understand?”

“Mm-hmm,” he grunted, still preoccupied primarily with my foot rubbing against his straining prick.

“Now,” I said, “pass me the bottle without moving from that spot.” He grabbed my foot with his free hand and pressed me tighter into his throbbing rod, as if to emphasize that I was keeping him in place. He leaned forward, slowly, and held the bottle out to me, and I leaned forward, slowly, meeting him halfway and taking the bottle out of his hand. I sank back into the couch with the bottle in hand but he stayed in his new position, staring güvenilir bahis at me intently with insatiable hunger. He was actively stroking himself with my foot now; I felt a drop of precum seep through the thin material of my stocking and travel down between my toes.

I unscrewed the cap on the bottle and looked at it. This was the moment of truth; if this stuff did to me what it did to Colin, later I’d be able to rationalize whatever happened tonight as something neither of us had any control over, but right now I was still completely sober. I had to make the conscious choice: was I going to have sex with my brother? I thought about Eric’s betrayal of me, about the sex I wouldn’t be having with him, and I took a huge swig from the bottle.

Ugghh! It burned on its way down and I coughed and shook my head. I sank deeper into the couch, which had the effect of pressing my leg forward, my foot working itself harder against my brother’s thick meat tube. I took another hard swig from the bottle and gasped as it went down, burning through me just as hard as the first. I glanced up at my brother’s chiseled figure; I’d never noticed before just how fit he was. I began stroking his shaft faster with the sole of my foot. It was like an experiment: I wanted to see what would happen. I bit my lip and sank into the cushions to watch.

His moaning increased in urgency as I molded the contours of the sole of my foot to his curved cock. I stroked him harder and faster. I was in charge of the rhythm now, not him; his holding onto my foot was merely ceremonial now.

“Allie,” he moaned. “I’m getting close.”

“Hold it,” I said dispassionately. I took another hard swig from the bottle and choked it down. I looked down the length of my outstretched, stocking-clad leg and had an idea. I replaced the cap on the vodka bottle and set it down on the couch beside me. I leaned forward and slowly, sensuously, rolled the stocking down the length of my leg to my ankle and finally slipped it down past the heel of my foot. The rest was up to Colin.

“Make a mess,” I told him as I sank back into the couch. He slipped the stocking off my foot and slipped his massive cock up inside it. With the stocking bunched up around his throbbing member he placed my foot back against him and I began jerking him off furiously with it. His moans grew louder and he leaned his head back and his cock exploded hot cum into my stocking. I stroked him harder and faster as burst after burst erupted into the stocking and seeped out through the thin mesh, running down my foot. Even with the stocking there to supposedly contain the mess, my foot glistened with pearly white cream. It felt warm as it trickled down my skin. Colin breathed heavily as he came down from his orgasm.

I took another long swig from the bottle; it didn’t burn as much going down anymore. If anything, I felt like I couldn’t get enough of it; I sucked at the mouth of the bottle, trying to down its contents like I were giving it a blowjob and didn’t want to miss a drop of its precious fluid. I only stopped when I got horribly lightheaded and had to set the bottle back down. I coughed hard as I finally felt the burn of the alcohol; I was definitely drunk now, but that wasn’t all I was feeling. There was a definite wetness and anticipation growing between my legs.

I squeezed my brother’s cock with my toes, his cum squishing between them. He was still hard. Was that aphrodisiac a performance enhancer as well? It had to be, because there was no way he should still be hard after how much cum he ejaculated from his system. He was holding himself up by his arms braced against the surface of the coffee table; his head leaned back as he tried to regain his strength. With him in this docile state I leaned forward and pulled my stocking up off of his still-massive prick, careful not to spill any of his seed. I carefully pulled the stocking back over my bare, cum-soaked foot, savoring every sensation as I rolled the stocking slowly back up my leg and painted my flesh with my brother’s warm, tingling spunk. I pulled it up as tight as it could go, my stocking clinging damp and sticky to my skin. I wanted to absorb his semen into my skin like a sponge and savored the sloppy, shivering feel of it coating the length of my leg.

I took another hard swig of the amatory liquor and savored it as it cut a burning swath through my insides. I looked at the bottle and saw that there was only a quarter left; I was definitely drunk now and unbearably horny. I looked at the impossibly hard cock, still glinting in the light from his cum, sticking up through the hole in my brother’s boxer briefs.

“Brother,” I cooed suggestively, eyeing his unnecessary underwear, “those have to be getting uncomfortable. Why don’t you take them off?” He started to stand up and I quickly wrapped both my feet around his aching rod to sit him back down. “Slowly,” I commanded, purring. He obeyed and lowered himself back down, hovering just high enough over the edge of the coffee table to slip his unwanted garments down under his ass and to his legs. He sat back down and I removed my feet just long enough for him to work his massive pole free from the confines of the boxer briefs, then he pulled them down around his ankles and kicked them away. I replaced my feet around his eager prick and began working him up a second time.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn’t be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

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Laura had promised not only that she’d be done working on the computer by the time Curtis returned with the girls, but also that she’d be showered as well. She finished up the task for work that she’d wanted to get done and had shut down the related applications, but she couldn’t resist a quick peek over at Facebook. She couldn’t explain it but, after all of these years, a guy she’d known for a long time suddenly seemed to make her feel all tingly. She just wanted to take a quick peek at a couple of his photos, not thinking consciously that she was going to be stripping naked immediately after.

It had been ten years since they’d worked together, and since she’d moved 900 miles away, but there had never been anything between them other than being friends and coworkers. Of course, now she was not only ten years older, but she had young children who limited her opportunities for a sexual outlet and she’d been monogamous with Curtis for as long as she could remember. It was probably good that, if she was going to fantasize about somebody else, it was somebody who was far enough away that it would not amount to anything more than that.

Once she’d finally shut down the computer and got moving, she started thinking back to that project in Salt Lake City that they’d both been shipped off to right after she and Curtis had gotten married. It was difficult being without her husband so soon after their wedding, but she’d never considered doing anything inappropriate. Now, though, she wondered if they found themselves in the same situation, away from their spouses and families, would something happen between them? As she started to undress, she realized that she was incredibly horny. When Curtis got back, he’d have their girls with him, and wouldn’t be able to help her out so it looked like it would be up to her.

She peeled off her t-shirt and pushed down her sweatpants while standing before the mirror and noticed immediately how hard her nipples were. She gently brushed her hands over them through her bra, then reached back to unfasten it, letting it slide down her arms. Her tits were not very big, but her nipples were thick and hard, begging to be sucked. She caressed them lightly with both hands while thinking about him again but one hand soon dropped to the front of her panties. Before she drifted too far away, she realized that she wouldn’t want to be caught like this and decided to finish what she’d started while taking her shower. She slipped her panties off, revealing her trim, brown bush, then leaned into the shower to turn it on.

As she first wet her hair then began to wash it, she pondered what might have happened on that trip to Utah had the circumstances been slightly different. They’d arrived on bonus veren siteler a Monday when the Broncos just happened to be playing on Monday Night Football, so after work they’d gone out to grab dinner at a sports bar so they could catch the game. They’d ended up leaving at halftime and each catching the second half in their respective suites at the extended stay corporate housing where the company had put them up. While lathering her body with scented shower gel, she speculated on what would have followed if she’d just gone with him to watch the game in his suite. She recalled that the couch was also the bed in that place, so they’d be basically sitting on his bed watching the game. Would he have made the first move or would she have?

Recalling how she and Curtis would often end up naked and fucking when watching football back then, she imagined that she’d be so accustomed to getting some during a game that she’d initiate. Just to make sure he was in from the get-go, she figured she’d just move from sitting beside him to kneeling before him. While she was at it, she imagined that she was not only totally smooth and not nervous at all, but that he didn’t even question what she was doing and just watched as she unfastened his jeans. As she worked his jeans and underwear down, she saw his thick, hard cock spring out but didn’t touch it until he was completely naked from the waist down. He pulled his shirt over his head so, as she was taking his tool in her fist and starting to pump it, he was completely naked. She wrapped her lips around the head and slid them down his shaft as he moaned with pleasure.

She’d never had a complaint about her cocksucking skills and wouldn’t have expected one from him. She liked having a hot, hard cock between her lips, so she’d had a lot of practice going all the way back to high school. She pumped the base of his cock as her lips moved up and down, pausing occasionally to lick his balls or the head before engulfing him again. Because she enjoyed cocksucking and had developed her skills over the years, she knew how to draw out the pleasure he was feeling so that she could enjoy it longer herself without torturing him by not letting him cum. She could feel his cock grow even harder from the moment she’d first taken it in her hand but didn’t think that he was on the verge of cumming yet.

As the game continued in the background, Laura lost track of what was going on the more she tuned in to the pleasure of having his cock in her mouth. She didn’t care if he was still able to follow the game, since she knew it was one of the ultimate male fantasies to receive a blowjob during a sporting event. When he started running his fingers through her hair and murmuring encouragements, she suspected that his attention was fully on his cock disappearing repeatedly into her mouth, but she didn’t look up to confirm. She maintained her concentration so that they both could experience the maximum level of pleasure that she was capable of providing.

She could hear his breathing rate picking up and noted that his hips were rocking just slightly toward her face as she felt his cock swelling even more. She was prepared when he let out a groan and started spurting into her mouth. She hungrily devoured his load, sucking him until he started to soften before letting his cock fall from her mouth and looking up.

“That bahis was awesome,” he said, taking her face in his hands, “and totally unexpected.”

He kissed her forehead then reached down to raise her shirt up over her head. Instead of going for her hard nipples or taking off her bra first, he had her stand and started to unbutton her jeans. As her jeans hit the floor and she stepped out of them, he was squeezing her ass while kissing her abdomen above her panties. Sliding his hands up to her waist he started to turn her, having her sit beside him on the edge of the bed/couch then having her recline. He kissed upwards from her abdomen to her tits, flicking her hard nipples through her bra with his tongue before reaching behind her to unfasten it. She slipped it off while he started to lick and suck her nipples, causing her to moan.

Kneeling between her spread legs and leaning over her, he caressed the soft, smooth flesh of her tits while his tongue and lips worked their magic on her nipples. She felt as though she was probably soaking right through her panties, so she knew he’d have no problem slipping easily into her once he was ready to go again; she didn’t want to assume that he was going to lick her pussy. When he started kissing his way back down over her ribs and stomach again, his hands found the sides of her panties and started to slide them down as she raised her ass up. He straightened up so that he could slide her panties up her legs, which she’d brought together in front of him, toes pointed at the ceiling. As he cast her panties aside, she let her feet drop back to the surface of the bed/couch, one on either side of him. A thrill went through her as he lowered his head and started to lick her pussy.

He ended up repositioning himself lying on his stomach between her spread legs and paused to admire her trim, brown bush before starting to lick up her slit again, collecting the copious juices she was producing with his tongue. She’d started moaning and was gently fondling her nipples while her own hips started gyrating slowly and rhythmically toward his face. When he slipped a finger into her and focused his licking and sucking on her clit, she moaned even louder while one hand dropped down to the back of his head. She was thrilled and impressed not just with his skill, which was immediately evident, but with his enthusiasm as well. It took a remarkably short amount of time before her first orgasm was coursing through her, causing her to cry out with pleasure, but he didn’t let up even once she’d obviously finished cumming. He kept his head down and his finger and tongue working, bringing on more and increasing pleasure.

When he finally did stop eating her pussy and started kissing his way back up her body, she barely registered it because so many consecutive orgasms had left her a bit zoned out. What finally brought her back was when he reached her neck and was kissing it, he also guided his tool, thick and throbbing once again, into her hot, wet pussy. As he started to slowly fuck her with long, full strokes, she grabbed his face and started to kiss him, her tongue snaking into his mouth. His cock felt so good as it slid in and out of her and she raised her hips up to accept his full length with each stroke. They made out passionately as he started fucking her harder and faster and her hard nipples brushed deneme bonusu against his chest.

When he eventually started to pull away from her, she was reluctant to let him go. He slipped out of her grasp and straightened up on his knees, nonetheless, while his cock evacuated her dripping pussy. She got the gist as he started to roll her, so she repositioned herself on her knees with her ass up in the air and her face on the comforter. Before she felt his cock slip into her again, she felt his tongue run up between her pussy lips and over her asshole, where it paused momentarily to circle it. The rush she felt from that made her consider what other surprises these impending weeks in Utah might have in store.

His cock finally slid back into her and he grasped her hips as he started to fuck her, again with long, full strokes. She immediately reached back between her legs to caress her clit as she enjoyed each thrust. His hands gradually made their way around to cup her swinging tits and gently pull and caress her nipples. The game had long since been forgotten as they reveled in the pleasurable feelings of each other’s bodies. His thrusting gradually grew faster and harder, his hips bouncing off her ass, as her pussy was becoming even wetter and more engorged. At about the time he straightened up and took her by the hips again, she had another orgasm, the waves of pleasure washing over her.

As she was recovering, she could feel his cock swelling even more as he was fucking her harder. She wanted to feel his orgasm exploding deep inside her and, since she was on the pill, she knew it would be safe.

“Cum inside me,” she begged him, “I’m on the pill.”

This appeared to fire him up even more, apparently knowing that he could just blow his load whenever he was ready without taking any precautionary steps. She moaned continuously as his cock repeatedly filled her and his hips smacked against her ass. When he grunted and started to spew inside her, she came again, her body quivering throughout another long, intense orgasm. Once he was completely spent, he slipped out of her and they collapsed together on the bed, their naked bodies pressed against each other.

As Laura returned to reality, she realized that she had no idea how long she’d been in the shower. She didn’t want to be interrupted before she had a chance to cum so she continued to lather her pussy though now with more focus. Her fantasy had her completely fired up and she knew that she’d be having as intense an orgasm as she’d just imagined herself having. The pleasure continued to build until a cry escaped her and her knees almost gave out. Her entire body twitched and shook while she continued stroking her pussy as she came. She was practically gasping when she finally stopped cumming but knew she couldn’t pause to catch her breath. As she recovered, she was rinsing off the lather that she’d created between her legs as she’d been masturbating herself.

Once she was completely rinsed and had shut the shower off, she found that the towel she was using to dry herself was getting her aroused again so she had to finish quickly or she’d need even more time to herself. After she’d hung the towel up and was getting dressed, she started to consider what steps she could take to gradually get him interested in cybering with her. She was going to think about him and masturbate again, she knew it, but would it really be that much worse if she just happened to have a photo, or a video, of his cock while she did it? After that fantasy and the resulting orgasm, she knew she’d be willing to share whatever he’d be interested in seeing if she could get a photo or video.

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“But I don’t understand. Yesterday you said I couldn’t have any money at all,” DeShawn said leaning toward his mother.

Brenda recognized the truth in the statement. “I-I guess I just thought about it and realized that I should give you money” his mother replied “I guess.”

DeShawn sat back in his seat. He smiled.

“Mom, are you really busy,” DeShawn asked his mother noting that her face shouted exhaustion.

Brenda looked up at her son, “Yeah baby I am kinda ti…”

“Oh, ok, I was just gonna ask if you would help me again. It would only take a few minutes,” he looked down sadly “but I guess I understand.”

The mother sighed to herself. She could take a few minutes to help her son with his latest invention she figured. Yesterday had been pretty easy and whatever he was doing she wanted to be supportive. After all, all she had to do was follow a light pattern on his computer screen.

“Ok D, I’ll do it” she said with no energy.

DeShawn was ecstatic. The 19 year old had been working on his plan for nearly a year. The induction should go easily seeing as she had been induced before and she was obviously tired. Today was the day he really began this experiment. Yesterday had emboldened him. His mother sat down thinking one way and got up acting completely opposite of that thought. They had a conversation in which she had expressed that he needed a job if he wanted money and she was unwilling to give him any more until he did so. After she had gone through his experiment though she was perfectly willing to give him money upon request.

Honestly, he had not expected it to work so well. The light induction pattern worked perfectly. The progressive statements combined perfectly at the end of the progression to produce a different and seemingly native thought pattern in his mother. He had two separate thoughts that each built to create an if then statement that his mother prior to the process had not believed. Each path built on a statement that was true to the mother and by getting her to accept a statement that progressed from that statement he was able to have her accept statements that were a slight leap of logic so that if he set the statements up carefully he could get her to accept statements she initially would have completely disagreed with.

Brenda sat down and went through the induction process. DeShawn was as nervous as he had been the night before. He had no plan for what happens if the induction doesn’t hold or she does not accept the statements or any of the successor statements. When the induction process was over two statements appeared on the screen one on the left side and one on the right.

DeShawn is a good boy.

People feel guilty when they have not done all they could do in a given situation.

“Yes” Brenda stated flatly.

DeShawn clicked enter, the lights sequenced and the next set of statements appeared on the screen. He was less nervous now that the first set had gone fine.

DeShawn and Brenda slowly progressed through twenty two statements culminating in one final statement in the center of the screen.

DeShawn did an incredibly selfless act for me and I am feeling guilty because I can’t remember it and so I have done nothing to acknowledge it.

DeShawn waited. He looked at his mother.

“Yes” she stated…again, flatly.

DeShawn’s eyes lit up. All sorts of ideas flooded his brain. He began the exit process.

When the process was done it took a moment for the fog to lift from Brenda. She sat still for about two minutes before her head cleared.

“How did it go this time,” she asked curious that bahis siteleri it seemed like she had just sat down “what did we just do anyway?

“It went great mom. Just great” he chuckled to himself “do you really want me to explain this stuff you usually glaze over when I start.”

That was true. DeShawn would start and she would usually be lost by the third sentence…if it took that long. She had asked the question more to show interest than anything else. She looked at DeShawn, shook her head and laughed, “no…I guess I don’t.”

“Oh, hey mom I think I want to go hang out for a little while do you have twenty dollars” deShawn asked offhandedly.

“For you baby, of course I do,” she was eager to give the money now as she reached in her pocket for it “go have fun.”

“Thanks mom” DeShawn said happy that the prior day’s statement held.

Brenda got up to leave and was hit by a feeling of guilt for not doing enough for this wonderful son of hers. She knew he had done something huge and she didn’t even remember it. She knew that he deserved some kind of payment or reward and she hadn’t given it. And he said nothing about it. What an incredible boy. That made the guilt even more powerful. She reached in her pocket and fished out another twenty.

“DeShawn, I want you to take this too” she handed the money to her son.

He took it looking at the expression on his mother’s face which he understood to mean that it was the least she could do. Brenda left the room unsatisfied she knew the extra twenty was not enough.

Brenda was stunned. She knew in the back of her mind, if she was honest, that DeShawn probably had seen porn. Maybe he even liked it. To find it so haphazardly hidden was stunning though. His magazine was on his night table with just a book covering it and the book wasn’t even large enough to keep it hidden.

She sat on her son’s bed and pulled the magazine from its hiding place. It was a milf magazine. She started thumbing through the magazine but soon realized that several pages were stuck together. Just before the pages joined was an article title page: Good Mom, Bad Son. The article had an image of an older woman standing in a kitchen looking back at a younger man (her son) seated at a kitchen table with a mischievous look on his face. She couldn’t see any other pictures from the article because the were all stuck together.

Brenda felt uneasy.

She continued through the magazine until she found a similar situation where the article was about an apparent mother son combination and the pages were stuck together. Brenda’s stomach felt sick. Not only was DeShawn looking at porn but he seemed to key in on a very particular type and that was mother and son porn.

Questions began to race through her head even as it began to spin. The room seemed to close in on her. What was driving this? Was DeShawn fascinated with images of this type of porn? Did this mean that he thought about this sort of thing? Wanted it?

Brenda had to get out of this room. She tossed the magazine back on the nightstand and stood to leave. As she began to leave something pink caught her eye. Brenda turned toward the pink object on DeShawn’s bed and discovered that it was a pair of panties – hers. She picked them up and her stomach flipped as she realized they were wet, dripping wet and that the liquid that coated them was her son’s cum.

The room spun again. How could he? Where did all that cum come from? Did he use those panties multiple time? Was he able to do that on one attempt? Did he think about her when he did it?

That thought did it. Brenda’s canlı bahis siteleri feet began moving before she realized why she was running. She was on her knees at the toilet with barely a second left. Everything that she had eaten was now floating in pinkish brown chunks in the toilet.

“Mom,” DeShawn called out excitedly as he entered the house.

Brenda sat in the dark of the living room. She sat forward on the couch. Her hands gripped the cushion tightly. She was preparing herself for what she had to say to DeShawn.

“Mom,” he looked at his mother studying her face “are you ok. I was hoping you could help me with my experiment again.”

As much as she needed to speak to DeShawn the sense that she owed the boy took over and she resigned herself to do so after she helped him. After all, he had done so much to help her. She owed him at least this little bit of help.

“Of course baby,” the mother stood “we need to talk when we finish though.”

“Of course mom,” DeShawn smiled a crooked smile “more than happy to.”

DeShawn was sure that his mother was fully inducted and so decided to check on his little present from this morning. He was pretty sure from the disturbed look on her face that she had found it but decided to check to make sure. He was not disappointed when he found the magazine askew. He returned to his mother’s side.

“Part of me keeps saying don’t do this mom,” DeShawn was talking more to himself than his entranced mother “but another part of me wants you so bad and I can have you now.”

He began typing. Statement one read: DeShawn is a pervert. Statement two read: My guilt for not knowing what wonderful thing DeShawn did for me is growing stronger. After a moment to think the experiences of that morning led the mother to agree with statement one and the experiences of the last few days led to her agreeing to statement two.

After some work DeShawn had his mother agree that first DeShawn’s perversion represented a desire so deep that it was basically a need and second a good mother took care of her son’s needs especially if he did amazing things for her.

DeShawn constructed his final compound sentence and waited. His breathing was heavy. He wasn’t sure even with the prep and Brenda agreeing all the way to this step that she would be able to accept the conclusion he was drawing for her.

A good mother would take care of DeShawn’s needs, even his perverted ones, and since he is so wonderful to me I should at least give him blow jobs to help with his desire.

The statements sat on the screen. It was so bold that it scared DeShawn so much that he looked around to see if his sister might have come in. His heart pounded.

Brenda jerked slightly. She seemed to be struggling with the statement. DeShawn grew more nervous. He started to wonder what happened if she rejected the statement or it was so far that she broke her induction. What would he do then? How would he explain what was on the screen? Fear consumed him and his confidence broke. DeShawn reached for the keyboard to kill the program just as his mother answered – yes.

Yes! It was what he had hoped for. Yes! It was a dream come true. Yes! Was he really only moments away from his own mother taking him in her mouth?

DeShawn quickly ended the program and waited for the fog to lift from Brenda’s mind.

“Baby, did things go alright this time,” the confused mother asked.

“Well, I think so,” he answered without any enthusiasm in his voice “I mean you are my mom so there are some things I can’t check because it just wouldn’t be right.”

That güvenilir bahis statement felt much deeper than the words he had said. It also made her feel a twinge of guilt for not being able to help her son – again.

“It’s ok though. I will figure it out,” DeShawn was laying it on thick now “what did you want to talk about earlier?”

Brenda wasn’t so ready to switch gears like that and the growing guilt for not being more helpful combined with a newly forming thought as she thought about what she needed to address him about caused her to stutter, “I, uh, I…”

“Mom, are you ok,” DeShawn questioned.

Brenda was stunned by the notion becoming more clear by the second that she should suck off DeShawn. It was unnerving. She had to get this out quickly before she thought any other crazy thoughts. “I found your porn and my panties,” she blurted out.

“Oh, mom, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for you to see that,” DeShawn countered.

Brenda for her part was taken back that he did not try to deny what she had presented him. “Wait, you-you don’t even try to deny it or explain it you are only sorry I found it,”she questioned.

DeShawn knew that to this point the program had not failed when he had gotten her to agree to something and so he pressed his luck to see if that held true now. “Mom, I can’t deny my need. I know you are probably disgusted by it. You probably think I am a pervert or something but I really need it and those magazines are the closest I am ever going to get.”

Brenda felt like she was hit by a truck. DeShawn wasn’t doing something bad he was acting on a real need and she had let him deal with that need in such an inadequate way. She needed to help her son. He needed her and when she needed him he was there for her. She needed to be there for him. On her knees.

Where did that thought come from?

She needed to be there for him. Stroking his erection.

Why was this making more and more sense?

She needed to be there for him. Sucking his hardness.

This was not what a mother should do.

She needed to be there for him. Swallowing his load.

Of course it was what a mother should do if her son truly needed it.

Brenda stepped toward DeShawn and knelt before him. She looked up to see her son’s look of surprise. His shorts came down easily. DeShawn’s hardness sprang forward almost hitting his mother in the chin. She grabbed it with her right hand and began stroking.

“I am glad I can help you baby,” she said just before engulfing his erection.

DeShawn’s knees buckled but he steadied himself.

“Ooohhgh ma, I’m not gonna last long,” he exclaimed the sensation and novelty of it causing him to near orgasm almost immeadiately.

Brenda sucked harder and stroked faster in response. She could feel the spasms traveling through the column of hard flesh.

DeShawn closed his eyes – tight. He felt the tip of his dick like it was on fire as a torrent of cum exploded forth from it. Things went black momentarily. When his vision cleared he realized that he was no longer standing. He must have stumbled back into the chair he had there during the experiment. His dick was still mostly hard but it had begun to deflate. Cum still dribbled from the tip.

Brenda was still on her knees but she sat back on her heels now. She wiped cum off of her face and sucked it off of her fingers.

“Wow mom,” DeShawn said genuinely excited “that was so good.”

Brenda despite knowing deep inside that this was taboo felt good at hearing those words. She knew how to help DeShawn now. She just had to keep right on sucking his dick and everything would be fine.

DeShawn on the other hand now realized that his mother would soon belong to him completely. His dick started to stiffen. He met his mother’s eyes with his own and led her gaze back to his rapidly inflating member. She smiled and began to crawl towards him.

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Knockout Ch. 05-08

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KNOCKOUT

A Reason to Wear the LBD

The following weekend found the Stanleys back in the bedroom, but this time they were just putting away clean laundry. As Janice hung a blouse up in the closet, her husband said, “I like that little black number you have hanging there. You should wear that more often.”

Janice took the hanger with the slinky little black dress and held it up in front of her body as she turned to Tim. “This little ol’ thing?” she said in a sexy Southern drawl, while cocking a hip to the side.

“Oh, yeah, you are a knockout in that dress.”

“Well, that’s nice to hear,” she said, smiling. But then she turned away to hang the little-used dress back in its place. “But it really is a bit much for date night at Outback, isn’t it?”

Tim quickly stepped up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. “Well, what about for a night of dinner and dancing?” he crooned into her ear.

“Dinner and dancing?”

“And I don’t mean BBQ and a honky tonk,” he added.

She laughed and turned in his arms. “Well then, just what do you mean?”

“Well, the details are my little secret, but I’ll tell you enough so you can pack properly.”

“Pack?” she said, her eyes and smile widening. “We’re going away? Where? When?”

“Where is on the secret list,” he said. “When is next weekend. Surely you haven’t forgotten our wedding anniversary is next weekend?” he asked with mock incredulity.

Janice raised her hands to his face and pulled him in for a light kiss. “No, Mr. Wiseguy.” She kissed him again, a little harder. “And I’m happy to hear you haven’t either.” The third kiss lasted several delicious seconds.

Then she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “Now tell me more,” she demanded. “Especially about dining and dancing.”

“Okay,” he laughed. “Here’s what you need to pack. That black dress and one more you like for dinner at a classy restaurant, followed by dancing at a hot club.”

“Two dresses? You think I’ll need to change in between dinner and dancing?”

“No, I think we’ll be hitting the dance floor Friday and Saturday nights, and you can’t show up at the club in the same dress two nights in a row. Oh, and you’ll need a swimsuit for poolside. And a couple of casual outfits for sightseeing and maybe some nature walking during the days.”

Janice squealed in delight, “Two nights of dancing!? What’s gotten into you?”

Tim took her back into his arms and said, “You have, of course. I’ve seen you dancing around listening to that mix Jerome put together for you and it reminded me how much we used to go dancing when we were in school.” He pressed his hips closer to hers and began swaying and gently turning her about in a slow motion dance. “I know I wasn’t nearly as graceful as you, but damn, I loved watching you move.”

She tightened her arms around him and laid her head against his chest as they circled. “Oh, you weren’t so bad. Especially in the slow dances.” She turned her face up toward his and this next kiss went on and on, one leading to another, lips never apart for long as they undressed each other and moved onto the bed. They kept up their slow dance rhythm even as he entered her, each gasping into the other’s mouth. Their nonstop kisses only broke off when he rolled them over so she was on top. He pressed up on her shoulders and she shifted her position so she was astride him. She kept up her dancing, rotating her hips more sensuously as she ground into him, taking him deep inside her and bumping her pulsing clit against his pubis.

He lifted his hips and held them firm to give her a platform to play against. His hands were on her hips, but lightly, just riding the waves of her action. Her breasts were hypnotic, swaying heavily with the movements of her dance, the nipples swollen and jutting out.

Soon her rhythm was picking up in speed and pressure against him, both of them panting from the intense pleasure of her tight velvet glove grabbing at his iron rod. The dancing changed to rutting as she placed her hands on his chest to support herself, the forward lean giving her clit more contact with his pubic bone; the mat of his short and curlies providing a delightful texture to rub against.

The beauty of the woman above him, the animal look on her face as she let her lust take over, and the incredible tightness and wetness of her cunt made Tim want to start thrusting up to bring his own urgency to its desperately needed climax. But he held out, not wanting to disturb Janice’s final ascent to the peak of her own passion.

And here it was. She clutched his pecs as if holding on for life. Her breaths came out in short, fast gasps that matched the final rhythm of her pelvic thrusts. She wasn’t moving up and down on his cock now, but kept it buried to the hilt and moved just enough to keep her clit rubbing against him as the waves of her orgasm washed over her.

He took his hands from her canlı bahis hips and grabbed her tits roughly, rolling the hard nipples between thumbs and forefingers, and Janice screamed out as her climax jumped to the next level.

When Tim sensed she’d crested her orgasm and was on the downhill slide, he took over. He pulled her body down so her torso lay flat against his while her legs remained bent under.

He reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks. He used them to hold her still while he pushed his hips downward, slowly withdrawing his cock from her an inch at a time. When only the mushroom head remained he felt her pussy clench him tightly as she whined pitifully in his ear. She wasn’t all the way out of her orgasm and her body was unconsciously fighting against the loss of her treasured prize.

But Tim had no intention of pulling all the way out of her glorious hole either. He paused just a little longer, groaning at the hungry squeeze of her cunt on his cock, then he suddenly reversed his motion. He pushed her ass back down while raising his hips to drive his rod back to the bottom of her love hole.

She gasped in surprise, a little pain, and a lot of pleasure as the sudden attack sent an aftershock of climax through her.

He rotated his hips a few times as he pushed her ass cheeks together and then pulled them apart again so she could feel the exposure of her naughty asshole.

Then he was doing the slow withdrawal again, teasing both of them with the concentration of heat and friction between them. He paused again with just the head remaining inside her. “Squeeze,” he hissed in her ear and she clenched her pussy muscles again, gripping the sensitive bulb in her velvet vise.

It was the last straw and the slow pull-outs were finished, now it was Tim’s turn to rut like a fucking dog. He began assaulting her cunt, slamming in and out, keeping his cock head rubbing against her pussy walls just as she’d so desperately rubbed her clit against him earlier.

‘I’m his fuck hole,’ she thought, becoming desperate to feel his cum exploding inside her. “Yes, yes, yes!” she grunted, urging him on.

Then she was feeling it, the clenching of his whole body underneath her, the short, hard jabs, and the hot spurts inside her as his seed exploded against her cervix.

She moved her mouth to his and they kissed urgently, almost violently, matching the passion of their mating. As they eventually came down from their climaxes the kisses continued. This slow dance had begun with gentle, loving kisses and that was how it ended as the spent lovers lay in each other’s arms.

Morning Wood

The next morning, Sunday, was for sleeping in, and Tim was in much need of it. Yesterday’s surprise Nooner had been followed by more lovemaking Saturday night, wherein Janice had tried many sexy tricks to get him to spill more details about their anniversary trip. Tim had managed to keep the important secrets, but had given away a lot of energy and bodily fluids protecting them. So he was especially groggy when he found himself being awakened earlier than expected by some highly unexpected activity below his waist. Blinking his eyes into blurry openness he looked down to find his naked body was no longer covered by sheet or blanket. Janice had apparently swept them aside and her head was now lying on his lower belly. She was resting on one cheek and looking up at him with a wicked smile.

“Look what I found,” she said as she lifted up, shifted her body a bit, and then laid her head down again, this time on top of his thighs. Standing up proudly in front of her face was his manhood in all its fully swollen glory. She wrapped her hand around its base. “Were you dreaming about me?” she purred, gently moving the skin of his shaft up and down. “How sweet.” She raised herself up on elbows and pulled the thick rod back toward her mouth.

‘Morning wood,’ Tim thought dreamily, as his need to pee registered. He watched Janice drag her tongue along the underside of his cock from bottom to top. She stopped there theatrically; mouth open, flat of her tongue bent against the head, staring straight into his eyes. Then without shifting her gaze she suddenly dropped her mouth over the top, taking in the first four inches at once and drawing a quick, “Oh, fuck!” from her husband.

She pushed herself down another two inches, taking the head into her throat. She paused there and swallowed, squeezing the sensitive bulb in her face vagina. “Oohh, ffuuuck,” he said again, drawing it out into a moan.

Slowly she dragged her mouth off of him, lips clenched around his staff the whole time. When her lips came together, kissing the tip, she opened her mouth and let the saliva that had built up inside slowly drip over the head and down the sides. “Oooohhh, ffuuuuuuuucckk,” again, this time sounding like a slow leak from a tire.

“Yes, that does sound good,” Janice growled, not bothering kaçak iddaa to wipe the last of the spittle from her lips and chin. She put her right knee outside his left hip and planted her left foot alongside his right hip. She raised herself up, giving him a beautifully clear view of her pussy hovering above his cock, which she continued to hold straight up and down in her firm grip.

The saliva started up in his own mouth as he stared at the amazing vision. The hand that wasn’t gripping his rod was resting against her mound, the heel of her palm apparently pressing against her clit. Her fingers were in an inverted V and spreading open the petals of her flower. The lips already looked swollen and dark pink and he wondered if it was still left over from the previous night’s exertions.

As she slowly lowered herself onto his manhood he saw that her pussy was also shining in the morning light coming through the window. No way was that left over, he thought. Sure, yesterday’s early acrobatics had been followed by more lovemaking last night, but that was still hours ago. And the way she now slid effortlessly down his pole confirmed that she’d already been preparing herself for this morning adventure before waking up her husband.

When Tim was firmly inside her, Janice shifted her left leg back and again took up a cowgirl position astride his hips so she could get down even further. This time it was her turn to groan, “Oh, fuck,” as her pussy lips pressed up against his pubic hair. Coming back up on her knees, she slowly slid up and down, enjoying the friction and fullness.

If she wanted to use him as a fuck toy, Tim was glad to let her. He puffed up his pillow and crossed his arms behind his head to take in the beauty of his wife bouncing in front of him. Her eyes were closed and her head was slowly nodding up and down in rhythm with her pelvis. Suddenly a smile swept across her face and she seemed to chuckle.

“Something funny?” he asked.

“They call it ‘cowgirl’, but I think I’m riding English,” she giggled.

He saw that she was indeed posting up and down like she was taking a dressage horse around the arena. “Yeah, I can see that,” he agreed. “But what about the saddle horn?” He gave a slight upward thrust of his ass that made her gasp. “It takes a real cowgirl to know how to use the saddle horn properly.”

“Yee haa,” she said dreamily as she swiveled her hips around his saddle horn. “Cowgirl it is.”

After a few more minutes of bouncing and grinding she bent to her right and picked up something that had been hidden in the folds of the castoff bedsheet. When she settled back in place Tim saw she was holding her favorite sex toy, a small egg vibrator with a remote control for its various speeds and patterns. Yes, she’d definitely been getting prepared before putting his morning wood to work.

During yesterday’s daytime fuck Janice had leaned forward to rub her clit up against Tim’s pubis, but now she leaned back so she had full access to her fun button with her battery-operated lover. She brought the smooth egg up against the top of her pussy and moved it in slow circles as the little motor hummed quietly along in low gear.

It didn’t take long, however, until Tim heard the change in pitch that told him she’d increased the vibration rate. She was also moving the egg around less, just rolling it from one side of her clit to the other as she hummed along. Absentmindedly, Tim realized this was their third session in less than 24 hours and wondered how that would affect Jan’s climax clock. He soon found out.

Second gear didn’t last much more than a minute before the distinct high-pitched whine of top speed began buzzing through the room. Janice’s unoccupied hand was behind her, propping herself up on Tim’s thigh. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and her whimpering pant was picking up pace.

“Unh, unh, unh, oh God, uuunnnhhhhhh!” she grunted as her body began trembling in the throes of yet another powerful orgasm. He felt her pussy clutching at his swollen cock and tightened his ass cheeks to push just that much deeper into her.

Janice dropped the egg and threw her hand back to his other thigh to hold herself up as her cunt absolutely pulsed with passion; muscle tremors visible in her thighs and across her abs. Finally she pushed herself forward and collapsed on top of him, her breasts damp with sweat against his chest, gasping for breath in the crook of his neck.

Tim began stroking her hair with one hand, while the other gently flowed back and forth across her body from shoulders to rump and back.

Eventually she came back to herself, raised up with her forearms on his chest and bent her head down to kiss him through a big smile. “God, that was good!”

Then, still smiling, she clenched her pelvic muscles like she was doing Kegel exercises, and once again he felt the tight grip of her velvet glove. Looking straight into his eyes, she said with kaçak bahis fake surprise, “Wow, you’re still hard! Didn’t you come too, baby?”

“Gee, I didn’t think the dildo was supposed to come,” he said, flexing his cock inside of her.

“Dildo,” she purred with a small swivel of her hips. “I like that. My little silver egg and my big pink dildo, the best toys ever.” Another squeeze from her pussy. “But I think we have to relieve the pressure in this toy before it can be put away.” She began nibbling at his neck. “But that shouldn’t take too long, should it? You must be close.”

“Now you’re just being mean,” he said, giving her ass a light slap that made her squeal happily. “You know damn well I need to pee before I’ll be able to come.”

She took on her Miss Innocent look again. “Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Morning Wood, right? I bet that can get uncomfortable.”

She squealed and laughed louder when he grabbed her and roughly rolled them both over, his turgid cock still buried in her well-fucked pussy. He pulled out and his prick slapped back against his belly, the veins standing out sharply. “You just stay put, Miss Smart Ass, and I’ll be back to let you relieve the pressure in my balls after I’ve relieved the pressure in my bladder.”

“Oh, you make it sound so enticing,” she laughed at his back as he jumped off the bed and headed into the bathroom.

Can a Guy Get a Break?

Unfortunately, Tim quickly discovered that relieving the pressure in his bladder wasn’t going to be fast or easy. He thought about sitting down on the pot, but the idea of having to push his rock hard cock that far down wasn’t appealing. Finally he straddled the bowl and squatted with his hips back and head forward. One hand held the reluctant fire hose aimed below the rim, the other pressed against the wall above the tank. Then he waited.

He’d rushed into the bathroom so quickly that he hadn’t noticed that the door hadn’t latched shut behind him, so he didn’t know that Janice had come in until he heard her break out in hysterical laughter behind him. He nearly lost his footing and his grip on his penis from the shock and didn’t look happy when he turned his face to look at her over his bent shoulder.

“Oh, my God! This is too funny. Where’s my damn camera?” she chortled. “And the look on your face – perfect!”

Tim just growled and turned his attention back to the business at hand.

“Um, having a little trouble there?” she cooed.

“Damn, Jan! I was almost there when you decided to get in your laughs.”

“Poor baby.” She moved up behind him and laid her hands on his lower back, they felt cool against his heated skin. Then suddenly they were sliding over his hips and clutching his buttocks from below. “This actually looks kind of sexy in a twisted way.” She pulled slightly to the outsides, teasing open his already exposed back door. “I really do need a camera…and a strap-on,” she purred wickedly.

“What you need is a good spanking,” he said in exasperation. “Now, please, can you give a guy a break?”

“Well, speaking of a break,” she said. “I actually didn’t come in here just to tease you or to play with this fine ass.” She gave his cheeks a hard squeeze. “I need to pee too. And since it looks like you’re not quite ready, how about letting me go first?” She stepped to his side, put a hand in the middle of his chest, and began gently pushing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m dying here; just wait a minute.”

“You know what?” she said, while continuing to press him out of the way, “You should just go pee in the shower so you don’t have to do all this squatting and difficult aiming.” Now she had him standing straight and two steps back from the toilet. She took his straining peter gently in one hand and used the other to lower the seat. “Poor baby. I bet it will all work out quicker if you can just stand up like you were peeing outdoors.” With that she pressed on his cock like a handle to get him turning around. “Now go ahead and let me take care of my business.” One last push, then she was taking a seat; a victorious smile on her face.

Tim was not happy with Jan’s teasing, especially when he heard her water splashing forcefully into the bowl. But it also dawned on him that she was probably right. ‘Okay, if that’s the way she wants it,’ he thought. He stepped into the shower cabin, which was made of clear glass, and turned to face her on the toilet. He put one hand on the glass and leaned forward, like a drunk holding himself up against a wall to piss in an alley. The other hand took his troublesome pipe and basically aimed it at his wife.

She laughed as she took some toilet paper to wipe herself. “I guess I’d better hope that glass is bullet proof,” she said as she stood and flushed.

Suddenly his urine began to flow, splashing loudly against the glass. They’d done golden showers maybe two or three times as drunken college kids, but it hadn’t made it into their lasting repertoire. So Janice was surprised at herself when the sight of that powerful stream gave her a tingle down below. She mentally shook it off and laughed, “Well, glad to see the plumbing still works.” She turned to the sink to wash her hands.

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Lana’s Leap Pt. 01

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Although I write for a living..this is my first attempt for this site. It takes a while to get going , but I intend for this to be the first of a series about Lana’s adventures, and wanted the first installment to spend some time setting up the characters and some narrative.

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Lana felt a delicious shiver run up her spine as she pulled the tiny silky thong from the small paper bag. At almost exactly the same time she felt the shiver come to an abrupt end

Brad—goddamn him! She thought

Brad…now “Bradley” had been her boyfriend all through high school. Smart, ambitious, good looking, Brad seemed like the perfect catch. Eight months after their breakup Lana knew differently. In the early days of their relationship everything had been fine, in fact Brad had given her a promise ring. They often talked of getting married shortly after graduation. But as college admission grew closer, Lana and Brad began to grow apart. He decided in his senior year to set his sights on becoming a CPA, while Lana just couldn’t get interested in the rush for college entrance exam, SAT’s and all the rest. The thought of spending another four years sitting in a classroom filled Lana with dread. Brad was mortified when she took a job as a cocktail waitress.

Throughout Brad’s college days, Lana worked for a chain of upscale bar/restaurants, finding some success. moving from cocktail waitress to manager. The final showdown came shortly after Brad was accepted at a prestigious accounting firm and announced that there was no way his wife was going to work in a bar…what would the partners in “the firm” think? He often invoked “The Firm” as if it was the final arbiter of all things of heaven and earth, and “The Partners” as if they were the original inhabitants of Mount Olympus. Lana would have to quit.

In a blinding flash Lana saw herself 20 yrs from now, married to Brad, an insufferable, pompous old wind bag, living a comfortable but empty, boring, country club existence. And, she had to admit, an empty, boring, sexless existence. With Brad discharging his husbandly duties on a regular, scheduled, carefully considered basis. While their sex life had been “adequate” Brad never seemed to be interested in expanding his sexual horizons. Lana always seemed to be the one making any sexual overtures. She often fantasized about Brad coming home from the office, grabbing her by her long blond hair, dragging her upstairs and ravishing her. Over time, Brads face had faded from that fantasy and had been replaced by a tall, dark faceless man who took her purely for his own pleasure. Those had always been the most satisfying orgasms.

Eight months ago, with the help of her best girlfriend Teniesha, Lana had quietly found a new apartment, and, while Brad was away, moved out. The bond between her and Brad was broken the moment she took the small promise ring off her finger and left it behind in their old apartment.

Ch 2

For the last eight months Lana had thrown herself into her work, taking any and all available shifts. Hostess, waitress, she didn’t really care, as long as it kept her from that empty apartment. Her life was a constant cycle of work, overtime, sleep and back to work. Striking beautiful, many of the bar patrons had hit on her, but she was simply just not interested in dating customers.

One day while Lana was in the office adding up the receipts, Teniesha poked her head around the corner and in an exaggerated Southern accent announced

“Girlfriend, ahs come to bust you out of this here convent. Ah has here two tickets to the Busters. The biggest, swankiest, its rainin’ mens soiree to hit town in forever. You and I is goin’ and we’re gonna cut a swath through the eligible menfolk that is surely gonna be there”

Lana was taken aback “How did you get tickets to the Busters?? The Busters were an annual media awards dinner. Many celebrities appeared as did all of the local television, movie and radio community. Lana knew that tickets ran upwards of $300—each.

Teniesha displayed an impish smile “Lets just say an appreciative client was called out of town and immediately thought of me…”

“Because you were probably lying next in him in bed, Slut” It was a standing joke between the longtime friends. Teniesha was a classic Nubian beauty, with perfect coal black skin and a lush, curvy body. Her hair was a mass of waist long, jet black braids. Professionally, T as Lana called her, was the general manager of a large liquor importer/distributor that supplied all of the upscale establishments in the city. Both of them had started as cocktail waitresses at the restaurant on the same day, years ago.

T was notorious for her sexual appetites which were both eclectic and extensive. Lana was frequently in awe of some of T’s exploits and would listen in rapt silence on the nights the two friends would share a pizza and a bottle of wine. Truth be told, after T went home those nights and Lana’s fingers crept between her thighs, Lana had sometimes imagined herself bonus veren siteler in T’s place.

“Who said it was a he??” T broke Lana out of her thoughts “Oh you are just terrible” replied the young blonde. “I’d love to go…but… I’m working” It was her well practiced, standard excuse. When Lana looked up T was standing with her fingers in both ears merrily singing like a 5 yr old “Lalalalalalalalalalala I’m not listening, cos I’ve checked and you’re not working!. Lana, not to be outdone so quickly replied “and I don’t have anything to wear..”. T clearly had prepared for this encounter “What about that green silk thing that Bored”, her not so pet name for Brad “wouldn’t let you wear to his graduation??”

In an attempt to put a little spice in their relationship Lana had spent a months tips on a magnificent green silk satin dress. With a halter neck and plunging back, it clung to her like a second skin, the cowl neck providing a teasing glimpse of her cleavage, which at 22 required no support. The hemline was short and full , providing a perfect view of Lana’s long legs. She had splurged for matching strappy sandals and clutch bag. It was from the “Elegantly Slutty Collection” as T had put it. Needless to say Brad came home while she was trying it on and had gone apoplectic that she was considering wearing that at his CPA graduation. It went back in the garment bag and had never come out.

“Well… I… suppose…” Lana whispered “Good! Because I got you a present” T exclaimed. From behind the door she brought out a small paperbag from a lingerie boutique uptown. Parting the tissue paper she extracted the tiniest g-string panties with rhinestones on the waist band. ” these are for tonite…none of those ugly ass granny panties y’all like to wear. I personally will be wearing exactly nothing under my outfit” she smiled.

Lana looked at her friend and the tiny triangle of silk and realized she had been lovingly, but thoroughly ambushed. “OK OK..OK…are we meeting there??” T smiled. “Nope, that appreciative client also threw in the limo that was booked and paid for.” I’ll swing by your place Thursday night at 7. You can pay for a bottle of our excellent wine, which you and I will enjoy while the driver waits for us.” With a flounce she disappeared.

Ch3

It was now Thursday evening. As the event got closer Lana was surprised at how excited she was becoming. She took a long bubble bath and after shaving the usual, remembered to trim her kittenish blonde pussy to accommodate T’s little present. After the requiste powdering and creaming. Lana slipped on the high heeled sandals and took the gstring from its bag. It was then that the fleeting thought of Brad interrupted her delicious moment. He would have thrown a hissy fit had she attempted anything like this. Determined to enjoy her first real night out, she defiantly slipped on the thong and tucked the string tightly up between her firm round buttocks fitting the panel of sheer silk over her well trimmed bush. Turning, Lana looked at herself in the full length mirror. It was the first time Lana had looked at herself this way.

The reflection that stared back at her was a classic California beauty. Her hair long and naturally blonde, just brushed her waist, straight with a slight undercurl. Her ass was firm and well rounded leading to long well tanned legs Her breasts were just a bit bigger than she had always wanted but they were firm, and as T had joked “heliotropic” (which Lana had to look up) Her nipples, always sensitive were small and pink, budding like tiny pencil erasers when aroused.

Which was the condition they were in at this exact moment. Along with her hardening nipples Lana felt a blush of moisture form between her thighs. Her left hand silently slipped under the silk thong as her right slid up over her nipples.

He sat before her in a dark leather chair. He too, was dressed in black, his eyes dark and piercing in a face without features. Wordlessly Lana approached and stood directly in front of him. Although he never spoke Lana knew exactly what his expectations were. She reached up and unfastened the halter of the green dress and it slid quietly to the floor. Other than her shoes and jewelry, Lana was naked as she slid to her knees between his thighs. Looking into those eyes, she reached out with long red nails and gently caressed the hardening bulge in his soft woolen slacks. Expertly, Lana unzipped his fly and extracted his fully engorged, thick, hard cock. The young blond bent over and felt its soft hardness against her cheek , felt the almost magical power it, and the man, held over her. A power that aroused, and strangely, also comforted her.

She slid the length of his hardness down over her cheek and gently flicked the tip of her tongue over the tip scooping up the generous bead of precome leaking from the tip. She knew exactly what his preferences were and took great pride in being able to provide maximum pleasure. Her red lips slid over the shaft providing a bahis slick lubricated surface for her small hand to stroke. Her other hand was busy stroking her own slick, pulsating cunt, teasing and rolling her clit between thumb and forefinger. Within minutes she felt him become rock hard, his hips beginning a small imperceptible rocking motion, his hands grasping a fistful of her hair holding her in position. Experience told her he was about to explode and he did not disappoint. As soon as the thick gush of come exploded from his cock , Lana felt her orgasm crash through her body. The concentrated taste of his cum combined with her own manipulations extended her orgasm for a full extra minute, until she collapsed, laying her head in his lap in contentment, his large hands stroking her soft blond hair, the taste of him lingering in her mouth.

Lana’s eyes popped open as the intercom buzzer snarled insistently. Pressing the button to unlock the lobby door Lana, cracked the apartment door and dashed into the bathroom to recover from the effects of her fantasy.

“Be right out” she croaked as T swept in the door. Lana took an extra couple of minutes to redo her makeup and slip into the dress. “Damn” T whistled when Lana self-consciously pirouetted in front of her “If one of those young eligible bachelor types don’t do you tonite—I will!” Lana waved the comment away with feigned embarrassment. Very early in their friendship T had made no secret of her bisexuality, but had respected Lana’s reluctance to get involved “in that way”. Truth be told, lately Lana had begun to fantasize about being with a woman.

After a couple of glasses of wine, the two women continued on to the party.

The evening was everything that T had promised. A number of local and national celebrities were in attendance. Lana and T sat at a table with the management of a local radio station. The sales manager couldn’t keep his eyes from Lana’s generous display of cleavage. The radio station kept the champagne flowing freely throughout the night. After a couple of drinks, and the attentions of a number of young men at the party, Lana began to feel a sense of melancholy. Here was a room full of people, with careers, lives, relationships and Lana realized that she had wasted the last 5yrs of her life. First of all the years with Brad—no Bored, T was right, had been booooooooring. Then the last 8months she had been hiding from that exact fact. Suddenly Lan’s head snapped up, and grabbing T by the wrist excused herself and pulled T to the ladies.

“Whats going on??” T exclaimed when they entered the empty powderoom

Lana took a deep breath “At the risk of sounding like some cheesy Tony Roberts tape—Today is the first day of the rest of my life!!” She saw the look of confusion on T’s face. For over 5 years my life has been about somebody or something other than me. That stops today. I want what these people have” she swept her hand towards the door ” I want………a career that I care about and can grow in, something to look forward to, I want to travel, I want…………..sex” she cried “…great, kinky, naughty, earth shattering sex.

I want it all!!!!!!!”

T smiled and hugged her friend with great affection “Girlfriend, its been a long time comin’, but I’m glad it has. First thing Monday lets have brunch and talk about how you’re gonna do it. But for now lets not miss the party!”

Later , while standing in line to get her shawl, the waiter from the evening approached and handed her a small off white envelope. “Excuse me, I was asked to give this to you” When Lana asked by whom he pointed towards the limo line ” A tall blonde woman…over there” Lana looked and got a glimpse of a tall slim woman being helped into a limo. The door closed and the limo eased from the front of the hotel.

Lana opened the small envelope and out fell an engraved business card and a small piece of hotel note paper. In very elegant handwriting the note said “Please forgive my eavesdropping, but I was in the powderoom and overheard your conversation with your friend. I might have an interesting opportunity to discuss with you. Would you please consider calling my office in the morning? Have me paged.”

It was signed simply “D”. The business card was a Diane Crawely and the company Enigma Enterprises. Lana noticed that the address was a prime downtown office highrise. As T returned Lana showed her the card and the note. T’s reaction was typical “Go for it—you have nothing to lose!”

The next morning, after coffee and juice to ease her mild hangover, Lana saw the card sitting on her vanity top. Remembering T’s advice Lana dialed the number. When she mentioned her name the receptionist immediately perked up and chirped ” Oh yes, Ms Crawley is expecting your call and has asked me to put you straight through. Seconds later a voice dripping with honey came on the line “Good morning Lana, I am so glad you called”. Diane Crawley explained once again that unbeknownst to Lana and T she had been in one of the stalls deneme bonusu and overheard the entire conversation. Some people at Dianes table knew Lana from the restaurant, which explained how Diane knew her name. “I wonder if you might have time to pop by the office later on this morning so we can chat…and I’ll spring for lunch if you like what you hear” Lana paused, but hearing T’s voice again, agreed on 11 o’clock.

Lana quickly showered and, conferring with T over the phone decided on a very conservative, knee length chocolate brown , business suit. One of Brad’s favourites Lana thought. Shortly before 11 Lana stepped out of the cab and proceeded to the 54th floor. On the way up she noticed the building was filled with banks, accountants and the like. When the elevator opened on the 54th Lana stepped out and quickly realized that Enigma Ent occupied the whole floor.

The blonde stepped up to a polished, grey marble, reception desk. Behind the desk sat a stunningly beautiful redhead with ice blue eyes. She appeared to be no more than 18 or 19 and her well tailored dress showed off a stunning set of curves. Within minutes Diane Crawley came striding thru a set of smoked glass doors, and with a firm handshake introduced herself.

Diane Crawley was tall, 5’9″/5’10”, with a figure sometimes described as willowy, Lana thought. She was in her early 30’s, and strikingly attractive in an Eastern European sort of way. Her hair was blonde, cut fashionably around the nape of her long neck. She reminded Lana of a silent movie star. She wore a severely cut charcoal grey, two piece suit. The short jacket ended at her waist with a keyhole shaped neckline that was quite low cut. A touch of black lace peeked from beneath the neck of the jacket. The skirt was very short…quite short in fact, displaying an amazing set of legs, clad in black sheer seamed nylons, set in very expensive high heeled sandals. Her makeup and jewellery was tastefully done, with fire engine red lips that matched her long tapered nails. The effect of the entire ensemble was business-like, but overtly sexual.

Lana followed Diane inside Enigma down hallways filled with art and award plaques. Opening a set of black walnut doors Diane steered Lana to a large office filled with low key yet expensive furniture. One wall of the office was floor to ceiling glass, allowing for a spectacular view of the city. Seeing Lana’s reaction she chuckled “Quite something isn’t it?? But the Boss has the really great view ” motioning to a small set matching walnut doors “His office is on one of the corners, so a full three walls are floor to ceiling windows, Please have a seat” Diane gestured to a black leather couch and two easy chairs. Set on a beautiful Persian throw rug.

Whoever these people are , thought Lana, they’ve got money.

Diane sat across from Lana, and while crossing her long legs, Lana had a full view of lacy stocking tops contrast against golden tanned thighs. “Lana, I’m sure you have lots of questions which I will try and answer….all in good time. First of all, let me tell you what we do here at Enigma. We are in the television distribution business. Basically we buy programming from producers around the world, and in turn resell them to networks around the world. It is a very competitive business, and if you are successful, a very lucrative one. Enigma is a very successful company. We now have over 300 hundred employees in 15 offices around the world. This office is the head office.

The business was started about 10 years ago by my boss, The president and CEO, Drew Rice. Drew started as a one man operation and has built the company into a multimillion dollar operation with offices around the globe. I was his first employee. For the first couple of years my title was Personal Assistant. I looked after his every personal need” Lana caught a twinkle in Diane’s eye at the emphasis on that phrase. “As the company grew I took on other duties. Today, even though I am technically Senior Vice President and General Manager, I have always considered myself, first and foremost, his Personal Assistant. He has made me everything I am today. None of my success would have happened had I not come to work for him. In short, I am devoted to Drew. Devotion to Drew, is a quality you will find out, is quite common among the employees of Enigma”. Lana was transfixed by the obvious pedestal on which this woman held her boss.

“Unfortunately for me, I find myself the victim of our own success. With the fall of the Iron Curtain, tremendous business opportunities have sprung up in Eastern Europe. Since I speak a handful of Slavic languages, courtesy of a Russian father and a Polish mother—our original name was Kravczyk–I am the logical choice to set up our new office in Prague. While I do not want to leave Drew I understand and respect his decision. The only thing I asked is that I would have the privilege of finding him a new Personal Assistant. One that would look after him in the manner he has come to expect…and deserve.”

When I heard you in the hotel last night I heard myself 10 years ago…before I met Drew. I heard the same repressed passion and desire. I heard the same frustration at having wasted years of your life. That’s why I asked you here today. I think you might be that new Assistant.”

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Lady in Red Ch. 06

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They arrived at Reims airport just before twelve and Nicole was waiting for them. Bunty introduced Paul to Nicole, and Val hugged her as they had already met. Nicole was a beautiful woman who had a very confident way with her. She was driving a beautiful Mercedes Estate which comfortably took all their luggage. Nicole suggested that they now go for lunch at a restaurant close to the villa and they would stay in the villa tonight as she had some wines that she wanted them to taste and drive south tomorrow morning.

Paul was impressed with Nicole and the car. Nicole was a good driver, and the car was a powerful car which drove beautifully. Nicole and Bunty were talking non stop about wines; it was apparent that Nicole’s heart was in her work. Nicole had also arranged a full itinerary for the next week seeing a minimum of two potential suppliers every day, and on some days there were four visits arranged.

They arrived at the villa, which was beautifully decorated, Val and Paul took the master bedroom, and Bunty disappeared with Nicole somewhere. They then had a wonderful lunch in the nearby restaurant. The owner was the Chef, and his food was excellent and reasonably priced. His father owned several vineyards and produced his own Champagne which was excellent. Nicole had arranged to take ninety per cent of his production as the main Champagne Houses used Serge’s restaurant and they wanted their Champagne served.

After lunch, they had their tasting, and they saw what Nicole had done. She was buying the wines up to forty per cent cheaper, and the wines she was now buying were up to fifty per cent better in quality. Bunty was impressed with all the wines she had tasted. After the tasting, Nicole took Bunty and Val to a new boutique which had recently opened up. Paul then replied to the six interview invitations that he had received and explained that at the moment he was in France on holiday and in two weeks his book would be published and he had commitments to his publisher and would be involved with this for at least a month as he also had responsibilities in America where he would be for one week. He promised to contact them when he was free.

He felt very comfortable in the villa; it was so quiet with no traffic noise, the garden was beautiful. He could easily spend time here. The last days he had been busy with Val and May. May had stayed every night with them. This morning he had a long session with May, he knew that she would miss him, she had suggested that she would fly over for a few days, but Val had told her that they were travelling a lot and had a very tight schedule.

Val had told Paul that initially May would introduce Paul to three very wealthy women; two were married to much older men who both had dementia. The bedava bahis other was a widow whose husband had died three years ago, and she came to May for relief twice a week. Val also told him that all three were very nice ladies, but all three had an enormous sex drive.

Paul was now thinking about the wine company and the difference that Nicole was and would make to it. Bunty was an excellent administrator, and the company ran like clockwork. The Hotels division was just a money making machine. The top management was excellent; it also had Bunty at the top who had overall control. Val had once told Paul that they must now be looking for a replacement for Bunty, but Bunty was still one hundred per cent hands on.

Paul’s phone beeped, he had a message from Val which read, “Darling, what a wonderful boutique this is, I have bought a lot of new outfits. The quality is excellent, and the prices are reasonable. Nicole is wonderful, she has a brain and is so nice with it. I have been flirting with her, we shared a changing room and had a nice kissing and touching session. Nicole likes you and tonight will be exciting for all of us. Nicole has booked a table at Serge’s restaurant for this evening. We will be home in an hour, love Val.”

They arrived just over an hour later. The three of them wanted to shower and change for this evening. They all would meet up in the lounge for a glass of Champagne before walking to the restaurant. Paul was sipping a glass of Serge’s Champagne when Nicole arrived; she looked stunning. Paul poured her a glass. Nicole said, “We had a wonderful afternoon, Val is so generous, she spent a fortune today. Bunty and I both felt appreciated this afternoon, and that’s a wonderful feeling.”

Paul replied, “The wines that we tasted this afternoon were excellent, and that’s down to yourself and Bunty, we both appreciate that. I am looking forward to going south with you and visiting the Wine Houses that you have organised for us.”

Nicole answered, “It will be good. Your old suppliers were not doing you any favours; they were resting on their laurels and doing nothing to improve the quality of their wines. Bunty was telling me that you have just graduated as a lawyer and you are about to publish a book about online trading versus high street trading. I want to read that as I believe an online wine company with the correct products and pricing could do very well. Congratulations on all the things that you have done, you must be very proud of yourself?”

Paul replied, “I’m happy that it’s over, my book came from a thesis that I wrote on the legal implications and effects that online trading is having on high street trading. It’s also being published in America, and the advance orders casino siteleri are very high. We should have a chat about us setting up an online wine outlet, that could be interesting as the majority of the wines we buy are sold through our hotels and restaurants, so we have our own marketplace.”

Nicole said, “We should have a serious conversation about this. I have a website, which is a blog about wine. I advise wines that I have tasted. My books and magazine articles get me a lot of publicity; I have over two million subscribers to my blog and newsletters. I have a base from where to start.”

Paul answered, “Nicole, we will do that. We have a sizeable warehouse where we could store the wines in the UK. We should maybe look for a warehouse in France and have a European business as well as the UK business.”

Nicole smiled then said, “Follow me.”

She then led him to what looked like a barn in the gardens of the villa. She unlocked the door, inside there was a lot of space and a reception area. Nicole said, “This villa used to belong to a Champagne producer, and there are over four kilometres of cellars beneath us. We have perfect storage facilities. It won’t take much to get this up and running.”

Paul was impressed then said, “Let’s do it. Tell me what you need then we can get started. I have a good feeling about this.”

They went back to the villa and Bunty and Val was there. Nicole topped up all their glasses, and Paul noticed the graceful way that she poured the Champagne, each glass was filled to the same level, she did it with a lot of class. Paul then told Val and Bunty what they were thinking of doing with the online wine company. Bunty said, “We sell a lot of wines but mostly to our businesses, we only sell five per cent to independent businesses. This could be a great idea as we have the infrastructure at home to accommodate it and the cellars here can easily be a wonderful storage centre. It’s a great idea.”

They then left for Serge’s restaurant. It was a very relaxed dinner though Nicole and Bunty were talking a lot about the wines that they would stock. They left the restaurant just after ten and Paul, and Nicole walked together. Nicole took Paul’s hand and gently squeezed it. Then the arrived back at the villa. Paul and Nicole went into the lounge and Nicole went to the kitchen for some Champagne. Paul heard Val and Bunty coming into the villa then the sound of them going upstairs. Paul knew then that Nicole was his tonight.

Nicole came back with a tray with a bottle of Champagne in a wine cooler and two glasses. She then opened the bottle perfectly and poured the two glasses. They then clinked their glasses together, and Paul said, “Nicole, I have a wonderful bahis siteleri feeling about our new venture, I will now put in place all the funding we will need to get it up and running. By the time I go back to the UK we should have everything in place.”

They toasted each other than Nicole put her arms around him and pulled him close to her. Their mouths met, and both their tongues were active. Their kisses were tender and affectionate. Both their hands were exploring the other’s body. Nicole said, “Let’s get comfortable.”

A minute later they were both naked. Nicole’s body was amazing, her tits were perfect, her stomach was flat, and her vulva was smooth and swollen. Paul laid her on the carpet then went down on her. She was wet; he teased her hard clit with his tongue. Nicole then moved into a position that they could sixty-nine. As she took his hard cock in her mouth, she said, “That’s amazing, take it easy with me at first, I have never had anything as big, and it’s a long time since I have had a cock.”

For the next twenty minutes, it was just intense foreplay. Paul was in control. He had slipped a finger inside her ass, and she had loved it. He decided just to work on her tight cunt, it was tight, and she had powerful cunt muscles. She was gripping the fingers he had inside her very tightly. He was sucking her clit as he finger fucked her and twice he had felt the warmth of her cum in his mouth.

She was now ready for him. He lay on his back and invited Nicole to go on top of him. She then squatted over him, holding the base of his cock she then ran his bulbous tip up and down her wet sex slit. It felt so good. She then centred the crown of his cock in the middle of her sex slit and pushed down on it. With this one movement, his massive cock disappeared inside her hungry cunt.

She soon had a powerful, up and down circular motion going. Her gripping was excellent, at the base and crown she gripped. Her massive tits were bouncing in every direction. He was rubbing her clit as she rode him. She then went from a cowgirl position into a reverse cowgirl position for several minutes then reverted to the cowgirl position. Nicole said, “Your cock feels so good. It’s amazing; I am so happy about it. I am going to try and make us cum at the same time. I have cum a couple of times, but I feel a big one coming.”

She then pounded his cock relentlessly; she was going harder and faster. Up and down she went, and she loved it, and so did Paul. There was a chemistry between them. Paul was close, and she knew it, she was looking at him directly in the eye, encouraging him to cum when they both climaxed simultaneously. It was terrific for both of them. Nicole had a massive orgasm, and Paul squirted hard five times inside her.

Nicole leaned down on him, and they kissed. She was gripping his cock so tightly that she was holding him inside her. Their kisses were beautiful, full of tenderness and passion. Paul knew then that Nicole was something special and he was so happy that she had come into his life.

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Step-Stories: Happy Birthday Ch. 01

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Creampie

Once again, she found herself nestled up to him on the couch, watching YouTube videos on his phone.

“Check out how this guy takes the turn! Cool, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” was her only response, briefly closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. His smell was intoxicating: detergent, winterfresh gum, and teenage body spray. She suppressed a shudder and tried to pay attention to the small screen in front of her.

He noticed the slight movement of his stepmother’s breast against his upper arm and glanced at her. She was all legs with a trim waist and, though he was in town to celebrate her birthday with the family, didn’t look anything like her thirty-two years. He had trouble keeping his eyes away from her chest; her v-neck pajama top had dipped dangerously low and he didn’t want to alert her to the exposure, covering her amazing tits.

The clip ended and he quickly queued up a new video. As he adjusted the screen, she pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her legs to stretch her shoulders. He leaned back into the couch cushions and she allowed her knees to gently fall across his left thigh. She innocently rested her hands on her lap and shifted her upper body, situating herself so that her right breast rubbed his muscular flesh again.

He felt her hard nipple rake across his skin and had to consciously stop himself from taking her right then. Did she mean to do that? He had to believe that she knew how sexy she was but did she know that he noticed? And that he wanted her?

At the same time, she wondered if her eighteen year old stepson had sensed her arousal. If he was allowing their current closeness out of patient respect for his father’s wife or if he relished each touch as she did. After a moment, she let her right hand slip from her lap and rest on his upper thigh.

He stayed silent, trying to play it cool. His heart pounded in his chest and he heard a rush pass through his head. He tried to inconspicuously spread his legs and slouched against the couch, hoping to encourage her further.

The corner of her mouth twitched with a smile at his posture and she quickly cleared her expression. She illegal bahis flicked her eyes at him briefly and noticed his cheeks were flushed. Taking that as a sign he was enjoying her attention, her hand began to roam. Using just the tips of her fingers, she began a gentle rubbing motion, barely allowing herself to caress his leg through his mesh gym shorts.

The video ended and he blindly clicked on the first suggested link. He didn’t want anything to interrupt the movement of her hand or its slow migration across his lap. His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly, causing his breath to escape in an almost silent moan.

“Is this okay?” she whispered, her lips almost touching his earlobe.

“Yeah,” was his succinct reply. He wanted to tell her how good it felt, how hot she was, how turned on she got him, but he was afraid any admission would cause her to freak out and run back to her room.

Having gone this far, though, there was no way she was going to give up now. She continued to examine his profile, the gallop of his pulse visible along his jaw. Her lips parted and she allowed her breath to warm his neck. She saw his eyes close and his head tilt back to rest on the cushions: it was now or never.

Her hand travelled a final inch and she was rewarded with her first touch of his large cock. Running her fingers over the length of his member, she estimated he was a good two inches longer than his father and a bit thicker. Reaching the base, she gripped him through his shorts and squeezed.

His mouth had fallen open when her long fingers first touched his cock and, at her grip, he turned to her as if in a trance. The phone slipped from his grasp as he licked his lips and leaned toward her.

As his young, handsome face drew closer, she slowly began to stroke him through the thin garment and breathed, “Is this okay?”

His response came as one of the most expertly administered kisses she had ever received. His lips were smooth and gentle, opening slightly after the initial contact for his thick tongue to barely dip into her mouth. The fuzz of his teenage mustache tickled casino siteleri her as he turned his head to open her to him. She knew that, from this moment on, the taste of winterfresh gum would make her instantly wet.

The kiss deepened and she felt his strong, warm hands begin to explore her body. He caressed her folded legs, still resting on his thigh, his right hand curving to grasp her round ass as the left slipped between her knees. He began to manipulate her through her tight yoga pants, pressing firmly against her opening before stroking upward to a circular rub at the top of her slit.

She arched against him as he shifted his weight, pushing her back against the couch and causing her feet to drop to the floor. Continuing the kiss, he ran his fingers under the waistband of her pajamas. Her hips rose at his touch and her tongue dove deeply into his mouth, her left hand reaching up to grip his neck to pull him closer.

At last, his hand sipped into her panties and he brushed her silky, wet cunt for the first time. She felt him grow harder and reached into his shorts. He was smooth and hot in her hand and she felt the sticky wetness of precum on his large, swollen head. As she rubbed her thumb over his dripping crown, he pressed through her slick folds and into her core.

She gasped as he instinctively curled his fingers to firmly stroke her g-spot. Raising her hips toward him, she humped against his hand as her own pulled wildly at his cock. He wrapped his free arm behind her, tightening his grip on her soft waist. Her breathing became erratic and he sealed his mouth to hers to stifle her mews of pleasure.

With a cry, the walls of her pussy began contracting on his thick fingers, coating his palm with sweet cream. He continued to rub her and she was surprised to feel herself squirt into his cupped hand. He moaned into her mouth at the sudden wetness and rubbed the heel of his soaked palm against her clit.

She felt him twitch and stopped stroking him, simply gripping the base of his cock firmly. She wasn’t about to let his hot load go to waste. She pressed her ass back into poker siteleri the couch, causing his fingers to slip out of her.

Slowly, he withdrew his hand from her panties, being sure to rub her clit again on the way up, and tentatively looked at her. With a smile, she reached for his wrist and brought his hand to her mouth. Flicking out her tongue, she lapped at his wet palm and drew up his long fingers, finally bringing the calloused tips to her parted lips. With a swirl of her tongue, she took them into her mouth and treated his blunt digits to a preview of the attention she hoped to soon be giving his teenage rod.

She sucked and licked as she rhythmically squeezed his cock, feeling him begin to thrust against her hand. She looked up at him and allowed his fingers to fall away, using one hand to bring his lips to hers and the other to tug gently at his waistband. She pulled him into a deep kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth so he could taste the remnants of her orgasm, and felt his hand join hers to pull down his shorts.

Breaking their kiss, he rose onto the couch and straddled her, his feet planted firmly on the cushions and his knees pinning her arms to her sides. One hand gripped the base of his staff, aiming it at her beautiful face, as the other gently stroked her hair. Twining his fingers in her brunette locks, he leaned toward her and brushed his head against her swollen lips.

She willingly parted for him, swirling her tongue around his helmet and then taking his eight inches in a single stroke. As she felt him touch the back of her mouth, she opened for him and her pride swelled as she felt him turn down her throat. His fingers contracted in her hair, holding her firmly as he began to slowly fuck her face. She sensuously ran her tongue along the ridge of his member and worked her arms free to squeeze and stroke his tight ass. In no time, she felt him tense and begin to pulse. Pulling his hips tightly to her, she milked his cock and swallowed each burst of his young, salty seed.

At last, his shudders stopped and he became still against her face. She ran her tongue along him once more as he released his grip on her hair and sank to his knees on top of her. She pulled him into another kiss and ran her hands over his well-muscled back.

“Happy birthday to me,” she said and licked her lips.

“Happy birthday,” he replied with a quiet laugh.

To be continued…

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Humping

Quiet little house sat on the corner. It was clean and well maintained outside, but a small older home. She checked the address and this was it. Not what she expected, but when she turned the corner she saw his large, blue suv in the driveway. She was so anxious. Like a teenager sneaking out of her parents’ house at night would be. She knew she shouldn’t be there, but she had grown so tired of sex with her husband. She needed this. She pulled in and paused to think.

She started to leave. Put the keys back in the ignition, then he called her name. He was close to 50. Getting a lil gray. Thick in his chest and shoulders. That boyhood physique she remembered was gone. Replaced by the body of a middle aged man with a lil too much weight on him. She walked up to him. So much had changed. He’s taller, older, few wrinkles. Has a goatee and lines in his forehead. But when she got close she looked in his eyes.

Oh. The eyes had not changed. Same mix of green, blue, and brown as he always had. Bright and shiny. Looking in his eyes it felt like they were 25 years younger. So innocent and young.

He welcomed her with a firm hug. Wrapping his arms around her and letting his hands fall low on her side. He picked her up in an embrace and carried her in the door, kicking it closed behind him.

He sat her down. She was still searching his face and tingling from his touch as he let her slip away. Sliding his right hand across her ass that she’d squeezed into a tight pair of jeans.

He leaned down and smelled here neck and hair. Letting his nose and lips touch her cheek and neck as he did. He grasped her face with his hand and kissed her. It was electric. She moved in and pressed against him. He pulled her body tight with his right arm. He lowered his head to her neck and kissed / bit it which made her moan.

Moan. She hadn’t moaned while her husband had been inside her for years. But just holding her close and biting her neck made her moan. Her nipples were so hard it hurt. Her vagina instantly became the wettest it had been in years. Her clit was erect and throbbing. The tight jeans pressing tight against her crotch was noticeable now. She could feel the her silk panties getting wet as she became hyper sensitive to anything touching her down there.

He grabbed both ass cheeks. One in each hand. Picked her up and sat her on the arm of a couch. They fell on the couch. Him between her legs slowly pressing against her and releasing. He stopped and looked at her. “I can’t believe it’s been 25 years. It feels like yesterday I was sneaking you out of your bedroom windows terrified your dad would kill me!”

Jon stood up and helped Shelly to her feet. “Sorry for the overly friendly welcome, but I bahis siteleri was so nervous I sorta lost control. You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe a woman as hot as you let me kiss her!”

Shelly was vacationing with her family. Her husband had the kids for a few hours while she went to the spa. A total lie because she was using that as cover to meet her high school flame at a vacation rental he owned at the beach.

Shelly looked 10 years younger than her 44 years. She was tanned dark and in great shape. Her long brown and hair and brown eyes were the same as he remembered. She even smelled the same.

“Jon, you are amazing. Just your touch makes me happy. And you are so handsome and strong. I’m happy I came!”

Jon picked her up and carried her to the back bedroom. He stripped her down to her panties and undressed himself. They laid on the bed kissing as he pulsates against her. She felt herself getting hotter. She was really moaning. OMG. She was going to cum in her panties. Jon put his hand on her wet crotch. Pressing into her vagina through her black, silk panties with his middle finger, he felt how wet she was. “I think you should take those off!” Shelly quickly pulled them off and tossed them on the floor.

Jon laid his head on her arm and shoulder. Kissing her as she lie flat on her back. He slid his middle finger between her wet pussy lips and moved it side to side to open them fully. Rubbing her outside made her jerk with pleasure. He slowly slid his finger down her slit and curled it so it slipped inside her. He fingered her quickly. His hand making a smacking sound each time he pushed in. Jon slid his head down and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked it in and nibbled on it. She was so hot. She wanted his dick in her, but wanted to give him time for foreplay. Jon slid a second finger in her then lowered his mouth to the underside of her breast. He opened wide and bit her breast hard all the while finger fucking her as fast as he could. That was all it took. Shelly called his name loud and clinched down her muscles as she came. She spasmed 4 or 5 times. Jerking her body. Then relaxed and her entire body loosed.

Jon pulled his fingers out and sucked on them. “You taste so good. I always remembered you tasting different. I thought it was because I was a kid. But you really do.”

“That’s a little gross. But thanks.”

“Now lay there and let me show you what I’ve learned in the past 25 years.”

Shelly was happy to lie there tingling from her orgasm. Jon slid down, picked up her right leg and slid under it. He pushed her left leg aside and went right to work.

Shelly had a large clit. Bigger than any Jon has seen. He spread canlı bahis siteleri her vagina open with his fingers and stuck his tongue in her clit. He wiggles it until it was inside and then vibrated it. He puckered his lips and sucked her clit in his mouth. He sucked in and pushed out like he was giving her a blowjob. His tongue would part her clit each time he sucked her in and apply pressure as he pushed her out. It was so stimulating. Shelly has never had a man freely take her clit in his mouth. Jon had her right leg held under his left arm and was pushing her left leg open with his left hand. He reached under the edge of the bed for something. He pulled out a long, white, slender candlestick. He rubbed the wide end against her vagina a few times and slid it inside her. Jon grasped the candlestick the way a man would grasp his penis to masturbate. He left about 5 inches extend out from had into Shelly’s pussy. Sucking her off he began fucking her with the candlestick. Hard and fast. His fist pounding into her each time he went in. He bit her clit and pulled up, stretching it to its limit. Shelly shook and moaned, but couldn’t cum. Jon’s hand moved faster. Faster. The pleasure was intense. Shelly’s left leg shook uncontrollable.

“Please don’t stop! Please!”

He continued to fuck her, his hand getting tired and his arm cramping. But he couldn’t stop. Shelly tossed herself around. Moaned and rocked he hips. Jon’s arm was burning with exhaustion. He used his left hand to spread her clit wide. He attacked it with his tongue. Licking up and down quickly with maximum pressure. Still ramming her in and out.

“Jon. Jon. There. Oh oh oh. Joooooon”

Shelly’s body spasmed out another orgasm. She shook almost violently. Jon dropped her legs and stood up. Before she knew it Jon pulled her off the bed and rolled her over.

“On your knees.”

Shelly kneeled on the edge of the bed and bent over lying on her face. Facing Jon was this hot, pink pussy. Lips wide open and her large clit hanging down. He put his left hand on her back, grabbed his dick with his right hand, rubbed it up and down her twice, then plunged in her.

“You have to leave in 30 minutes. I’ll try to hurry.”

“OMG. You’ve been doing me for 90 minutes. Seems like only a little while!”

Jon began rocking his hips. Holding her sides, he stroked in and out. Her Pussy was hot. So hot it felt different. Even when her fluid ran down on his balls they tingled with heat. Suddenly his penis was so sensitive. It felt so good being in her.

He grabbed her sides and began pulling her back and forth in time with his thrusts. His dick felt so good in her. It was thicker than her husbands. güvenilir bahis He touched the back of her pussy with his hardest thrusts.

Shelly started squeezing her vagina around him. The pressure was more than Jon could take. He rammed into her quickly until he grunted hard and changed to slow deep strokes. Pumping her full of cum. His first wad was so warm it made Shelly buck with pleasure. As he slowed she reached back at his legs. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Jon stroked in and out. Slow out but plugging hard in her. He grabbed her long hair as pulled it toward him with both hands as he speared her deep and hard. He focused on her ass to keep his dick hard. Tending his muscles to make it lift up and down.

“Play with yourself.” Jon gasped short of breath. He was soaking wet with sweat.

She slid her hand between her leg to rub herself hard. That’s all it took. She bucked hard against him. Jon pressed forward as she fucked his dick while rubbing herself. She shook, he thighs spasmed and she fell forward off his dick and face down.

“Are you sure you can’t stay another hour?” John asked panting.

“Oh no. My husband will get suspicious. I need to change. Can you get my bag from my car?”

Jon took her key and retrieved the bag. He was not happy with the short stay. But he understood. When he returned Shelly was in the shower. He undressed and slipped in behind her. “Best 25 year reunion in history.” he whispered to her.

Shelly faced him, pulled him close and kissed him deeply. She pulled away and looked up into his eyes. “I’ve loved you my whole life. Now I’ve built this cage that I’ve trapped myself in with marriage, bills, and children. If I ever get out of this cage, all I’ll want is you. Until then, this is all we can be.”

They kissed for a long minute. He dried her off, kissing her body as he did. She got dressed and packed her clothes away. Jon stood there in a robe.

“I need one more thing before I go.”

“What, baby?”

“I want to see your dick. It’s bigger than it was in high school.”

Jon laughed, “Yes it is.”

He opened his robe. She dropped to her knees and examined it. Looked at it. Felt it. “It really is bigger.” Then took it in her mouth. She grabbed his ass with each hand and swallowed him. Sucking him into her throat and swallowing pulled on the end of his penis. She pulled it out then stood.

“Sorry I don’t have time to finish that. Next time I do that first!”

“I can’t wait. And Shelly. I always have and will love you.”

He watched her walk out the door. They both had tears run down their cheeks. After she backed out of the drive, he sat down on the porch with a beer. He drank it in 4 drinks. Then went inside. Lying on his counter was her black silk panties. Folded neatly. He picked them up and breathed her smell in. His phone rang, he answered and on the other line he heard, “Daddy, when are you coming home. I miss you.”

“I will be there in an hour buddy. I’m leaving the beach house now.”

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Aimee and I are nerds. There really is no better way to describe it. We met in college. I was actually on a date with her little sister but sitting at the party, Aimee and I just clicked. I was studying theoretical physics; she was there to become a rocket scientist. Tammie, her sister saw it. She joked that if Aimee was going to steal her guy it better be for good.

We lived together all through Graduate school and were married a week after receiving our PhD’s. I was supposed to go back. I was supposed to teach and think and win a Nobel Prize but I was sick of campus. Aimee was going to work at a satellite company and I followed her. We were working 80 hours a week but we were together and we were doing what we loved.

This is supposed to be about the sex. I am boring you, I know. Stick with me. I just am trying to set the stage. I don’t want you to think we are just stoners, working afternoons in a coffee shop and then getting baked every night and eating Cheetos. Nothing against those folks. There are plenty of them in our apartment complex. They are all nice enough folks. It’s why we support legalization now. Drunks are gross. Stoners, they are kind of funny. They are helpful, courteous, and pleasant. It’s probably why we are still in the Apartment and haven’t gotten serious about buying a house.

So you are saying to yourself, “yeah right. This guy gets high. He is probably high right now.” The answer to that is yes, we do, and no, I’m not. Maybe we would get high more if we could but there really is no time. Especially when you consider our thing is edibles. It takes an hour for them to hit and then at least 18 hours for them to wear off. It is two days before you are 100% and when we go to work, we have to be at least 100% if you want your phone to get your location right.

Every 17 days though we get four days off. I could explain why the weird schedule but it’s boring and you want me to get to the sex anyway. Let’s just leave it at a 21-day cycle. 17 on, four off. Last week I hit the dispensary on my way home, she hit the Whole foods. They were out of the gummies and I got hard candies instead. The Whole foods, happily, had all our regular supplies.

We spent the first night of our break sucking on the hard candies and waiting for it to hit. We watched movies and sipped our IPA’s and waited. We waited and waited. I think we finally dozed off around two, sadly, stone cold sober. There was no freaky stoned sex. We were heartbroken.

It hit while we slept.

Aimee told me I slept through the first part of it but when she went for my ass I started to come alive. All I remember was waking up at five in the morning with her finger in my ass as my cock in her mouth. She moved into position on top of me. I licked and fingered her, she sucked and fingered me, and we moaned and came and moaned and sucked and lost the better part of our Friday morning. It was a little before 11 when we finally showered, together, and went to lunch.

We sat outside by a roaring fire. We each had a beer we nursed. We ate sausage tamales with fried eggs. If you haven’t had them before, it is the ultimate still stoned meal. We chatted with our neighbors; they were way more stoned than we were. Tammie came by with the guy she was seeing. Tammie wasn’t stoned. She didn’t partake. Fair’s fair, there is no judgment with the crowd. Well, very little judgment, when her new guy hit the head we mocked him for the trucker hat worn backward. She admitted she wasn’t sure about him anyway.

There was a long discussion of the science of THC absorption, hard candies, the suckage involved, and alternative approaches. We came up with a plan, paid our check, and stopped on the way home and picked up a bottle of Limoncello.

At home, we put on Harry Potter, the third one when the kids start flirting. Yeah, I know, we are nerds. I used a hammer and zip lock Baggies to smash our little pot-laced lemonheads and put them in the bottom of shot glasses. I poured the liqueur over them and left them to dissolve. We watched the movie and held each other close under a blanket. Her shirt came off first, and then her stretch pants. My Jeans come off next. There was a little petting going on. I liked the feel of her nipple through her lacy bra.

There was a knock on the door. We yelled simultaneously for whomever it was to come in. We didn’t want to get out from under our blanket.

We were sure it was Lucy and Ben from downstairs. They are older than us. There had been talk of something happening. Both all four of us and then, when it didn’t, just Aimee and me, talking dirty in bed together to get things warmed up. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe today was the day. We had agreed to let it happen but not to instigate. We hadn’t agreed on what we most wanted to happen. She had her ideas. I had mine. I was pretty sure, as the guy, I was obligated to go with her plan. I was cool with that. I have watched my share of girl on girl on the Internet.

It wasn’t the neighbors. It was Tammie. She was hiding. Trucker hat dude bonus veren siteler was a douche. We resisted saying we told her so.

“Are you guys naked?”

“Nope.” Teased Aimee, she dropped the blanket to flash her bra.

“So unfair.” Her sister said. “What are we drinking?”

“Limoncello!” Aimee purred. She liked the sound of the word and repeated it slowly four more times. I laughed and told her she was stoned.

Aimee went into the kitchen and we listened as she rummaged through the cupboard and poured a third glass. We watched Ron get it on with the cute pudgy girl and discussed how much better it would have been if Hogwarts was a college and not a primer.

Tammie returned drinks in hand. She handed us ours and sat down with one of her own. She did it as a shot and we giggled as her lips pursed and her throat clenched. We told her she was supposed to sip it. She told us we were stupid for wanting to drink the stuff in the first place.

Aimee and I discussed what time it was, sipped our drink, and planned for an hour. We told Tammie she had an hour. She told us we were gross.

I watched the clock on the wall and teased my wife’s breasts. She asked me if I was feeling anything and I told her I thought I was. She said she was feeling it. She was feeling it a lot.

Don’t ask me how it started but the conversation moved in the direction all grown up conversations move when the thought process is altered by alcohol, drugs, or in this case both.

On a scale of one to seven, and yes, it is one to seven, not ten. Scientists, remember? A brother and a sister are a six. Very wrong but not the wrongest. A seven is reserved for generational malfeasance, parent/child, aunt/nephew, that sort of stuff. Stepsiblings are only a two and we decided it was the Brady ruling because who didn’t think about Marsha and Greg. I held my tongue during the discussion of in-laws as Tammie and I had sworn that our past, the single night we had spent together before I had even met Aimee was to be our little secret until the end of time. In-laws were either a five or a two, there were extenuating circumstances. I was pretending to watch the movie and hoping neither woman observed the tent in the blanket.

The twin sisters crossed the TV screen. Tammie noticed.

“Sister on sister?” posed Tammie

“It doesn’t count. No ruling,” said my wife. “There’s no cock. No fucking. Like pass interference on a tipped ball.” We watch the Broncos every week, have since we met.

“Seriously?” I asked. I was most concerned by the rules of order. That’s how my brain works. Yes, I think in hypotheticals but the laws of physics must be followed at all times. Warp travel — possible, Transporter beams — nope. Planet to planet phone calls… sure, as long as you sit and wait for centuries for the person to answer.

“I wondered if you remembered.” Said my sister in law.

“I remember.”

“I am feeling very relaxed.” Said Tammie.

“Mmm… me too.” Said Aimee. “Come. Come here. Under the blanket.”

“Okay.” Tammie’s voice was soft, warm, and welcoming.

I watched her move. She moved in slow motion. I realized, far later than I probably should have, she and I had switched drinks when she brought the shot glasses in.

Aimee and I are three weeks apart in age. Tammie is two years younger. I watched her undress, forgetting I had seen it before, and enjoyed the way she moved slowly, unwrapping a flannel shirt, tugging off thick puffy socks, and finally unwrapping clingy black yoga pants from her soft thick thighs.

We lifted the blanket and she crawled in, not beside us, but across our laps. Her ass rested on Aimee and I had her top half. Her hips and breasts are fuller than Aimee’s. Tammie has slightly dark, slightly curlier hair. The lips nose and eyes though are identical. I was confused, confounded, and so very close to coming all over my sister in laws back.

“Oh…” Tammie mewed. “Oh wow.” She said. Her head collapsed back, cradled in my arm.

“Danny,” My wife said. I looked at her. Her face was focused, serious, determined, I knew the look. It was the one she fixed on her laptop when she would be working on correcting trajectories. It was focused now on her sisters face, her closed eyes, and her gently parted lips. “Will you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

“You never tell anyone, okay. I mean like, anyone, ever. You can write it up, all anonymous. I want you to. Like one of your stories. But you don’t tell your friends… You don’t brag to your brother. This is a secret, right? Our secret. Like Officer Black. Our secret.”

“Of course.”

“Good.” She said. Then she kissed me. “Open your mouth.”

Her hand moved from under the blanket. She placed two fingers into my mouth. The taste was unmistakable.

“Does she taste good?”

“Mmmm.” I hummed approvingly.

Her hand disappeared again. The blanket rose along with Tammie’s leg and then slipped off of us. The apartment was cool but not cold. We bahis didn’t need it. In fact, it was a whole lot better with it gone. I watched Aimee’s fingers disappear slowly inside of Tammy’s smooth, hairless pussy.

I couldn’t help myself. Her perfect soft round breasts sat exposed in my lap. I took one in each hand and watched her mouth and lips react to our hands. I watched my wife please her and we sat like that, enthralled with our little plaything and she sighed and mewed and came for us.

It was enough. It really was. I had never experienced anything so deliciously verboten, splendidly satisfying and deliciously romantic as the woman climaxing gently at Aimee’s touch.

“I need to lie down.” My wife said. I agreed heartily. The three of us rose. We moved slowly off the couch to the bedroom. Aimee and had lit candles and closed the blinds earlier it was lit gently with a soft orange glow.

The three of us folded into bed together and Tammie whispered quietly, perversely what she wanted and Aimee and I kissed, long and slow in agreement.

I moved gently on top of my sister in law, and with my wife lounging at my side made love to her.

Her body was so soft, her breasts full, her legs wrapped around me like satin sheets and she purred as I moved on top of her. I came instantly and it made the whole thing somehow more perfect as I slowly continued moving my cock inside of her. Aimee stroked my back and shoulders and I alternated between the soft plump lips of the woman beneath me and my wife’s thinner, firmer mouth. We moved like that three of us until I couldn’t any longer, my cock spent, it gave up its erection and I slipped free and moved to the side.

No longer an active participant, I was relegated to watching and I couldn’t remove my eyes from the two women.

They folded together, each on their sides. My wife began first, on her sisters come covered lips but she joined soon enough. Her head rested on my wife’s thigh and I watched her tongue slide out and upon the soft stringy hairs of Aimee’s delicious little cunt.

It was slow, gentle, and loving at the start but the room slowly filled with a building tension and I watched as hands joined mouths. They gripped each other’s asses and pulled at one another pulling closer, their legs twitched, wrapping around each other.

And still not a sound was uttered. It was, so completely silent as to be frightening. I felt as though lost in some vacuum chamber where sound didn’t exist. I grew hard again as they touched and loved each other.

Aimee came first, silently her body shook. Tammie gripped her ass, tightened her hold, and pressed her tongue and mouth to my wife furiously. I watched Aimee’s head drop back and her mouth open wide as she gasped for breath, breathing through the orgasmic tide.

Finished, the agony of ecstasy slowly faded from her face and she rolled her sister back onto her back. Tammie spread her legs wide and flat on the bed. Aimee fixed herself on top of the other woman, her ass in the air. Tammie’ arms stretched over her head and then, either through practice or instinct, Aimee locked her ankles over her wrists pinning her, extended, opened, to the bed.

My cock demanded attention and my wife’s ass in the air was too much to resist. I stood on the bed, balanced against the headboard, and positioned myself behind her. My cock slipped easily into the well-licked moist folds.

“Mmmmm!” my wife moaned. The sound broke through the silent room. Whatever charm had been cast demanding silence was broken. “Mmmmm!” she moaned again and then “Oh Yeah, Fuck my dripping cunt, bitch.” Aimee was back in all of her lurid glory.

So fuck I did. I was twenty-five, at the peak of my physical prowess, my body was as fit as it would ever be, my cock as cooperative as it would ever manage and so, gripping her hips, I gave her what she wanted where she wanted.

“Fuck yeah. Harder.” She growled. “And lick my clit. Get in there, bitch, lick it.”

We had discovered her foul mouth the night the neighbors gave us brownies. It scared us at first but we had come to appreciate it.

I fucked her till she came again and then because she phrased it so gently, I did what she told me.

“Fuck that bald little cunt now. Don’t you quit on me. I want you to fuck her good. Fuck her from behind. Do you want her ass? She likes it in the ass. Do her ass.”

Tammie did, in fact, enjoy it. She lay flat upon her belly, subserviently, her legs spread out across the comforter. Aimee took care of the lubrication requirements and Tammie grunted, appreciatively as I had anal sex for the first time. At least was on the pitching end of it. Go back in my history and you will find the story of when Aimee introduced me to Officer Black, her trusty strap-on partner.

The intensity had sobered everyone up and worn everyone out. A brief discussion was held about moving back to the couch but it was decided the bed was probably better and six arms and legs locked in and around each other deneme bonusu and we tugged the warm blankets up and over us.

There was napping to be had, for sure, and we held each other, sharing warmth and affection as we slept.

I never really went all the way to sleep. I was only dozing when Tammie stirred. I placed my hand on her breast because I could. She must have appreciated it because she moved on top of me and we kissed and humped some more, smiling at one another, kissing as much as possible.

It was getting late in the afternoon. The room had gone even darker as the sun had set and the lone lighting came from that single burning candle. Aimee began to snore and Tammie and I giggled, deciding it was very bad form to snore.

We rolled her onto her back and began at her breasts. Each of us taking one in our mouth. We kissed and suckled our way down her body, our actions coordinated far better than they should have been. At her hips, she no longer snored but instead sighed.

It was difficult, pressing both of our heads between her parted thighs but we managed by locking our naked bodies together like conjoined twins. We found the right way, somewhere between kissing and sharing an ice cream cone to get both of our tongues on her at once.

She purred as we pleased her until she was no longer purring. Her legs tightened down around us and Tammie added a finger, sliding it between my wife’s lips, and she trembled and shook as we tormented her to orgasm once, twice, and then ultimately a third time before it became too much and she squirmed away.

It was seven hours later. The high had passed. Aimee slept gently in bed. Tammie and I had moved to the couch where we huddled naked together, more friends than lovers, and laughed too hard and too long at Jim Carrey and some stupid animals.

At midnight, fast asleep on the couch, Aimee summoned me to bed.

In a single glorious moment of knowing the right thing to do at the right time, I didn’t ask if we should bring her sister, but instead left her sleeping. I took a moment to wrap her in the oversized fluffy red blanket, tucking her in for the night.

I followed my naked wife back to bed. We made love quietly and then huddled under the covers, kissing, cuddling, and fighting off sleep. We had laid silently in pitch-blackness for a while when she finally spoke. “Danny, you awake?”

“No,” I whispered.

“So, you probably figured it out, I mean, you aren’t dumb. That wasn’t the first time we did that.”

I tried to think of a clever reply, something silly. I decided against it. “I didn’t really think about it.”

“Do you think we are weird?”

“I know you are weird,” I said. I meant it, but I meant it in a sweet sort of way.

“Yeah, so. I don’t know what you are thinking. I don’t know if this will happen again. I mean, I didn’t know it was gonna happen in the first place so I don’t even know if saying I don’t want it to happen would mean anything but…”

“Honey I don’t…” I tried to answer but she stopped me by placing a single finger to my lips.”

“I know. I know you are a sweet guy. I know you are going to say you don’t want it to happen again; you didn’t want it to happen. You might even try to say you didn’t like it or something like that. You don’t have to. I get it. I mean, like if you and Tommy. You know, if that were to happen. I would say the same things and I would mean them too, just like you would mean them but Jesus, you fucked us like six times, seven, I think you were okay with it so we should probably just leave it at that.”

“You want Tommy?” I don’t know why that was what I latched onto but maybe anyone would if their wife mentioned their brother in that sort of context.

“Shh.” She shushed me again. “I’m just saying, if it happens, or if it comes up, leave it to me, okay? I just, I don’t want this to become a thing.”

“Okay,” I mumbled through her finger.

“Oh. And I should say I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah, about you and Tim Tam, before we… god, before we even met.”

“Mmmm.” I said, replying while not replying. It was a practiced answer learned in academia. There were unanswerable questions in the universe and contrary to what you might read in scientific journals, nearly all of them are in regards to sex.

“It’s okay. I guess it’s more than okay. Considering. Just, just don’t let it happen again.”

“Unless you instigate it,” I mumbled and she pinched me.

“Not unless I instigate it, and not unless I am there and get to lick her sloppy cunt clean.” She said in that deep dirty voice she uses.

“Are you still stoned?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay,” I said.

She went quiet again. It was disappointing. I thought it was going someplace. I was hard again and interested in number seven.

“So I know we are supposed to take tomorrow off…” she said suddenly. I was relieved and my cock twitched about at the prospect.

“You want another Limoncello?”

“Yeah…” she said. “And…”

“And what?”

“And I want you to…” this was very unlike her. “I want you to try my ass again.”

Aimee does nothing without a plan. I was just turned on enough, just barely stoned enough, just getting sober enough, to think along her deviant little lines of thought.

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[Son is drafted into chauffeuring his incredibly sexy mom to a distant mall. They almost get there too.]

I was understandably thrilled. I was all set to watch the Final Four; had my Ruffles (industrial 20 ounce size), 24 pack of Cokes, cold cuts, etc. What more could a young man want? Then it happened: I was drafted.

Mom wanted to go to a distant mall for this once-in-a-lifetime grand opening. For some reason, my father (her ‘old man’ as I called him) was pushing her to ask me to drive her.

He said one time she had almost dozed off driving during our Florida to New England roundtrip. No one else seemed to remember that, but she believed him.

Mom asked and then begged me to help her out. She said I could record the games on Tivo and watch them when we got back. I just nodded politely, knowing there was no way I was waiting for a week; I’d just have to ‘watch’ them on XM/Sirius radio as we drove.

We both assumed that he wanted me along for driver safety. We never dreamed he wanted us gone because he was having an affair. I would never have dreamt that, since my mother at 39 was built like Pamela Anderson.

She had a fantastic body with outrageously out-of-proportion boobs, an hourglass figure, a firm butt from jogging daily, and legs like Kelly Ripa.

So, why would anyone cheat on her? Little did we know until later that the affair was not with a woman. Apparently her ‘old man’ had ‘changed teams’ some time ago without telling her. That would explain his neglect of my gorgeous mother. God, what a waste. If only I had known…

Mom’s ‘old man’ was many things good (inherited money) and bad (looks, personality, etc.), but he was now reaching a new low.

While we were on this weeklong trip, he was going to set up a scheme to dump mom with no support and none of his precious trust fund. She (and I) would be homeless and penniless, while he’d be free to live ‘in or out of the closet’ with no one there to judge him…

Well, none of this affected mom and I for the moment. We were zooming up north in the family Town Car he had lent to us. The luscious soft Napa leather seats allowed mom to curl up with a pillow. She was wearing a yellow blouse, a simple skirt, and strappy shoes. She undid the shoes and curled up onto the seat to take a nap.

That left me free to listen quietly to the game on satellite radio. The boring highway scenery made my eyes wonder. I had never done anything naughty with my mom and never ‘looked her over’.

Well, with seven hours of driving, I had lots of time. So, I took ‘inventory’, from her blonde hair (with black roots) to her sparkling blue eyes, perfect little (fixed) nose, and Hollywood smile.

Geez, I had a beautiful mother! Well, she was asleep so I kept on going. That poor blouse: the tissue-thin gauzy yellow fabric of that blouse was straining, bursting at the seams. My mother’s plump breasts were just about to explode into view.

The rough itchy material had made her nipples erect like thumbs…they were ‘angry’ and pointed out and up. The material was so thin that I could actually see not just the areola but the little pinhole size opening at the middle of her precious nipples. When I realized that that was where my nourishment used to come from…her warm, sweet mother’s milk…I almost drove off the road.

We went over some bumps and her incredible tits bounced and jiggled sexily. For the first time, I started getting hard over my own mother. I felt ashamed but couldn’t control it.

When my review of mom’s assets continued, I saw mom’s trim waist and then those tanned shapely legs. She had her legs completely on the seat; those bikini-wax smooth legs and glistening thighs were like a lighthouse beacon, daring me to feel their unbelievable sex appeal.

As I steered with my left hand, my right hand was ‘boldly going where no man had recently gone before.’

Luckily, since my hand was warm from the sun, lightly placing it on her thigh didn’t awaken her. I proceeded to gently feel, caress and stroke every inch of her satiny thighs, velvety legs, and smooth, sexy feet. It was so f-cking exciting to finally get my hands on the love goddess that had subconsciously fascinated me all these years.

By the time my right hand had finished ‘scoping out’ her fantastic legs and delicate feet, I was harder than I had ever been. In the uncomfortable driving position, my now ten inch cock was sticking up thru my belt loop well above my navel.

And Lord, it was hard, hard as granite. Grabbing a quick glance at those jutting tits, I knew that I wanted my own mom…badly. What is more, I was going to have her by any means necessary. That wasn’t a sober decision: I was mesmerized—intoxicated by her beauty and now obsessed with bedding her.

We passed a mini-van that was packed with a handsome couple and their six rambunctious kids. I had always joked canlı bahis about those ‘wimp mobiles’. All of a sudden, the appeal of having all those offspring hit me on an instinctive level.

Looking back at mom, I wondered if she was still able to get pregnant. If she was, I wondered if she’d let me have the honor…the ULTIMATE honor…of pumping my genetic material, my sperm, inside of her, in the interest of getting her pregnant.

Now, all of a sudden, in the middle of nowhere, my ‘life’s calling’ had changed. Whatever it had been, I now had a new top priority…my ONLY priority…to get my supersexy mother pregnant…with MY baby.

There was a rest stop in the absolute middle of nowhere. I pulled over, careful not to awaken mom. I pulled into a work area where renovations were being done during the week (this was Saturday)–there we’d have some privacy.

I got out of the Town Car and used the remote key fob to open the trunk. Sure enough, there was my old bed roll from my Boy Scout days. I rolled it onto the densely grass-covered ground. Then I opened mom’s door, put my powerful hands beneath her on the leather seat, and gently lifted her in my arms. She started to stir.

Mom: “What…what are you doing, Jim? Why are we stopped here?”

Well, I couldn’t just tell her I had looked her over, felt her up during the trip and now wanted to fuck her. With nothing clever to say, I just proceeded to carry her a few short steps to the sleeping bag. I delicately put her down. She bolted up to her feet, seething.

Mom: “Now tell me right now, young man! What is going on…what do you have in mind?”

Oh, the hell with it, I thought. I grabbed mom by the collar of her tissue-thin blouse.

Me: “Mom, it’s like this. I know you haven’t ‘gotten any’ at home for a long time. Your old man is a pathetic weakling whose interests have gotten really odd. He should be worshipping you but instead spends time out ‘with the boys’.”

Me: “Well, it’s different with me; I would never neglect you. In fact, whether you liked it or not, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. If you were MY wife, I would make love to you constantly, five maybe six times on weekends.”

Me: “Soon your belly would be swollen and that would really excite me. You wouldn’t be fat…just pregnant. And we would go thru that cycle again and again and again until you couldn’t bear any more babies.”

Me: “I know if you were MY wife I’d always have a hard cock, and swollen balls, just itching to breed with you. Whenever anyone came to visit us, all they’d hear would be a wonderful cacophony of babies bawling—kind of a tribute to my potent sperm and your fertile womb.”

I don’t know why I thought that my mother would be swayed by that speech. Well, she wasn’t and backed away from me, holding up her hands to keep me back. I was disappointed but determined, not to say fixated. I held her by those lapels and proceeded to roughly undo the blouse buttons.

Off came the blouse. I paused for a moment to caress her perfect breasts. In spite of herself, her nipples immediately popped, throbbing into erection. I brushed them crudely with my rough hands, which made mom almost jump.

When I bent down to pay homage to those Playmate-of-the-year quality breasts, mom’s hands did their best to push me away. However, when my hungry mouth latched onto first one, then the other erect nipple, all of a sudden her eyes closed and her struggling ended.

I found the hidden zipper on the side seam of the skirt and unzipped it. Typical of men in such situations, I did not remember taking anything of mine off, yet found myself quite ‘unencumbered’ by clothing within seconds.

I pushed mom onto her back and lowered my head to honor her at her royal entrance. She grabbed at my densely thick mane of hair, trying to pull me away.

I would have none of that and proceeded to use my tongue to do a fair impression of Gene Simmons of KISS fame. Mom alternately pulled my head away and pushed my head down into her. Then, she held my head firmly, almost tearing handfuls of dark brown hair off as she shook in orgasm.

Her shout would’ve been hard to muffle in a hotel room or at home, but here in the wild outdoors, she could scream to high heavens. Boy did she ever.

Her shapely tanned legs slowly sank to the khaki green surface of the sleeping bag as she collapsed in total relief. It had been so long; in fact, her ‘old man’ had never given her the big ‘O’ like I just did.

I then dragged myself forward so we were face-to-face. I barely fit on the narrow sleeping bag. She was almost in tears she was so relieved from years of sexual tension and frustration. She kissed me as her eyes filled with tears.

Mom: “Thank you Jimmy! God, it’s been so long. I didn’t realize I was so fuckin’ horny. I think we can pack back up and finish our trip; I’ll never tell ‘Mr. Softee’, your father, about this—I promise.”

Well, that would be great, if my only intention was to ‘go down’ kaçak iddaa on mom. There was no f-cking way I was going to stop now. I stood up and showed her my answer to her suggestion we just get to that mall. My cock was saluting her at full rigidity, hard against my rippling abs, a ten inch tribute to manhood and virility.

Mom: “Oh, honey, it was so selfish of me; I apologize. Here, come over to me and I will get you off. Your old mom might be a broken down old hag, but I can still use my hands on a big beautiful bone like that.”

[She gestured for me to come to where she was kneeling, ready to ‘service me’. At this point, I was not in the mood to just get a ‘cranking’. No, I wanted it all.]

I walked up to mom and put my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to the sleeping bag on the ground. I then felt around with my cockhead until I found a blast furnace hot entryway. As I inserted my manly ten inch cock to that holiest of places, I thought I would be blocked, the pathway dry and barren.

In the event, my lengthy cock was greeted with warmth, wetness and excitement. Mom had some incredible rings of muscle in there. They proceeded to grab, squeeze, even twist my manhood ever so slightly.

When she let go, I would continue my feeding of her fertile depths with my cock. Slowly, gently, I could just barely fit the eighth, ninth, and finally…wait, wait, THERE!…the tenth inch.

I then began to make like a piston in a Ferrari, moving in and out at a stupendous rate of speed. At first my sack was slapping against her; at the speed I was going, it sounded like the applause at a concert performance.

Then, as my testes inflated with seed, my balls were swollen to the size of oranges and about the same weight. They pulled tightly against my frame as they prepared to unload their ocean of cum, some 96% pure baby-making sperm.

Thinking of not just making love but of breeding mom and claiming her as my own, I slowly rolled her on that rough sleeping bag. We ended up as if we were wrestling, with her shoulders ‘pinned’ and her legs up on my shoulders.

I could reach her demure beautiful feet from either side of my head, so I gave each gorgeous little foot a brief kiss. Meanwhile I relentlessly drove my ten inch charger in and out of her warmth with fierce determination and purpose.

I put my powerful hands around her pert behind and held tightly. My huge ten inch baby-maker proceeded to bathe mom’s cervical area with a stupendous spend of seed. It made like a Roman fountain for several minutes, with white thick streamers of semen dripping, flowing, spurting, and spraying.

Millions of my little genetic ‘volunteers’ now began their quest with GPS accuracy, all of them successfully finding their way to her uterus. I was lucky that she was at her cycle peak and that an ovum was sitting there totally unprotected.

My potent seed found that precious, wonderful ovum. With frenzied determination, those tadpoles attempted entry again and again, to no avail. It was inconceivable (pun intended), but not one of the throng of millions had gotten thru. Of course, mom and I had no idea of the outcome of this drama playing out so deeply inside of her.

I was totally spent and fell over like the traditional post-coital male rag doll. Fifteen minutes later, we gathered ourselves together and packed up. Back into the leather-lined security of the big Lincoln.

Fifteen miles per gallon added up to a pretty penny for our comfort, but for once, I wasn’t paying and didn’t care. Ninety minutes into our resumed trip, my mother started squirming on her seat.

Me: “Mom, is there something wrong? What’s the matter?”

All of a sudden, she gave me a devilish look. Her left hand brushed my cheek, followed the contours of my broad chest and chiseled abs down to where my manhood resided.

Reaching into the draw-string belt line of my athletic pants, she found my cock which magically erected right into her clutches. I almost swerved off the road. Fortunately, there was another rest stop five minutes away and I pulled over.

Me: “What the heck is going on?”

Mom: “I’m horny…I want to ball. You’re not going to tell me that you are finished for the day, are you?”

Me: “Actually, mom, I’ve never gone more than once per day. I’m sure that my pole might be up, but the reservoir is dry down below. Sorry, mom.”

I wasn’t just trying to talk her out of it. I really had never done it twice and would be mortified if she found me totally empty down there, like her useless old man. Well, she let go of my steel-hard manhood and moved that hand down below.

Her fingers expected to find a limp sack down there but instead cupped my restored and invigorated testes. My balls were once again incredibly heavy with seed.

As she massaged them, hefting them, judging them strictly by weight, I realized that my sack was swollen, ready to serve its purpose again. Instead of needing an entire day to re-charge, I was ready for mom in kaçak bahis less than an hour.

As her soccer-mom hand cupped and bounced my testicles engorged with cum, I pulled away and jumped out of the big car. This time we would save time and just use the wide back seat. I gave mom a royal thumping. That back seat would never be the same as our bodies slapped together with fevered desperation.

Here were two sexually frustrated souls who had each found a perfect partner. She was just big enough to take all of my huge 10 inch love tool, which managed to touch every tender spot in her fertile depths. The raw uncut cockhead scraped and rubbed raw the sensitive walls that led from the entrance-to-heaven to heaven itself.

At the climax of our union, my mighty cock was deep enough to bend the last few inches at an angle, hooking up to the cervix. I held her tightly, my cockhead positioned perfectly deep inside her treasured vagina.

As one hand caressed her tingling nipples, and our lips played a game of kiss, lick, and love, my cock vibrated with incredible power. It swelled and the tiny opening at the cockhead middle expanded to the size of a silver dollar. With that, like volcanic lava, white thick foam proceeded to pour out in even greater quantity than before.

As we lay there, totally still in the sealed confines of that limousine, we could just barely hear the splash, squirt, and trickling of that magical liquid love as it bathed the receptive baby factory with a gigantic shipment of building blocks for one baby…if not two, three or four.

That cum must have been 98% pure sperm that second go-round as it oozed out in a long, continuous, never-ending flood. Within a few moments, mom’s pussy looked like a boiling pot, with froth freely dripping everywhere.

The excess goop was drooling down her satiny thighs, making a gooey mess of the expensive leather cushions. Well, that would be HIS problem, this being HIS car and all.

We lay there together, in total silence, with my hard cock still deep inside my gorgeous mother, still shooting every few minutes. After catching our breath, we kissed intimately celebrating the fact that we weren’t just ‘mother and son’ anymore.

Most sons didn’t give their mother a thick, rich ‘cream-pie’, with their pretty mother’s welcoming pussy lips dripping the very seed of life from their son. Most mothers didn’t finish an innocent trip to the mall with a womb injected with millions, perhaps billions, of potent sperm, all designed to make them pregnant.

At this point we decided to call off the ‘exciting’ shopping spree and head home. There were going to be a lot of changes and we wanted to start them quickly.

About halfway home, all of a sudden, mom got flush. Her nipples erected and she felt a slight ripple in her lower tummy. Curious, she looked into her blouse, surprised that her nipples were not just popped but enormous and much darker brown than before.

Mom: “I know this will sound funny, but I think I just conceived. You’re going to be a daddy and me, a very sexy mommy!”

I almost swerved off the road again. As it was, I turned to the shoulder, put on the flashers, and kissed my gorgeous mother in congratulations. I didn’t know if her intuition was right (it was), but I had never heard of a better reason to celebrate.

We kissed for several minutes and my hands wandered to those very same pouting nipples. My hands felt like they had been singed with heat; I undid her blouse and marveled at the miraculous change that had occurred only moments before.

Mom’s tiny knobs had been transformed into the sexiest nursing nipples I could imagine. I licked and kissed them, making mom’s eyes close in passion. I went to her ear:

Me: [Whispering] “If it’s a boy, and I know it will be, that lucky sucker is going to have a high time suckling your white gold, all that warm, sweet breastmilk. You’ll have a hard time weaning him, when he turns eighteen and has to go to college.” [For once, my ‘man’s intuition’ was correct; the fetus would be male.]

What happened next was pure luck. Mom’s old man assumed that we were hours and hours away by now, shopping our little hearts out. He gave mom a cell phone call, feeling confident and safe with hundreds of miles of ‘buffer’.

The ‘old man’: “Sue, this is never easy to say, but I think that I can do better than you; I want a divorce. Before you start getting illusions about riches, know that I kept my trust money separate; in fact, I even put our commingled funds in an offshore account.”

The ‘old man’: “Now, you can’t even get money that was yours. Hate to burst your bubble and all, but that’s how it’s going to be!” [He laughed a little, then hung up.]

Mom was stunned. Here she thought that she was going to surprise him with divorce, though one that would have a fair settlement. Now he up and made the first move, with full intentions of cheating her. The one thing that we had was this: he thought we were many miles up north, whereas we were just pulling into the driveway.

We saw a strange car out front. Something told me to be quiet and I motioned mom to follow my lead. I grabbed the little digital camera we kept in the Lincoln glove box (in case we had to document an accident.) We almost tiptoed into the house.

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Slutty Sara and Mandy Mom..X Hubby’s Wifey and Daughter Seduced

by Sara and Hubby Bill

“How do you plan on doing it?” asked beautiful 22 year old Sara Jones lighting her 3rd cigarello of the morning. “How are you going to seduce the innocent mother and daughter.”

“A simple idea really..were going to overwhelm them with kindness..fool them with subtle words and baffle them with bullshit.” laughed 45 year old platinum haired Mandy Collins. “But will have to see about innocent.. plus these two big beauties are going to be put on display to entice the ladies.” said Mandy reaching across the diningroom table to tweak the young girl’s swollen pink nipple.

“They’ll be here about 2:30 to pick up my ex-husband’s title to his Lexus..Lisa thinks bringing that stuckup bitch of a daughter as an escort will protect her…this should be fun.”

“Is Lisa the mother hot? What does she look like?” asked Sara biting her lower lip..with the pleasure of the pinching fingernail on her stiff nipple.

“Blonde..40ish..with real nice long legs and a set of boobs that make dead and gone Anna Nicole Smith’s breasts look like oranges.” laughed Mandy taking a Mores 120 cigarello out of the cigarello case on the table. “My ex’s such a sucker for big boobs.”

“Yeah..he is a pig..just like most men. He was always trying to feel me up.” sighed Sara taking a long pull on her cigarello. “Kept telling me what a big cock he had for his special step-daughter.”

“Now..now baby-girl don’t judge all men by the actions of a few. Those tits of your’s are few and far between. I know quite a few women and men that have told me in no uncertain terms..how they would love to get their hands and lips on them.”

“Like this mommy?” moaned Sara cupping her step-mother’s hands around her tits. “You always make me feel real good..mother.”

“I know honey and your mommy loves her sweet lil’ girl’s boobies,now go upstairs and get dressed in the new outfit I bought you.” said Mandy weighing the young girl’s heavy breasts in her hands. “Make sure you use plenty of make-up..you know how I like to to see you tramped up.”

“Kisses mommy.” begged the pretty young girl standing up…her firm 36 DD’s giggling lewdly. “Gimmie a kiss to show lil’ Sara how much you love her”

Sara pressed her full lips to Mandy’s catching her step-mother as she was about to exhale a mouthful of cigarello smoke. “Ummmm…mother I love your smokey kisses…it makes my pussy wet.”

“Baby girl you keep that up and I’ll sit your ass up on this table and eat your pussy…now go on and get ready Lisa and her daughter Lana are probably on their way right now and I need your help in getting a taste of the mom and daughter team.” purred Mandy patting Sara’s firm naked ass as she enhaled on her Mores 120.

“Bitch…” hissed Sara sticking out her tongue at her step-mother.

“Slut…” mimicked Mandy copying Sara’s tongue action…causing them both to smile.

“Mother your Sara loves you.” the pretty young blonde yelled skipping down the hallway to the staircase. “Me and mom are going to get some pussy..tra..la..la..la..la…” she sang out.

“Love that little slut.” thought Mandy standing up and admiring herself in the full length mirror on the diningroom wall. She let her cigarello dangle from her lips and placed her hands on her hips…pirouting on her 6 inch white leather cum fuck me spikes. “Not bad for an old bitch.” she hummed staring at her tight mature body. Her white silk button up the front dress hugged her shape…the top 4 buttons undone to expose the cleveage of her 38DD tits.”Not bad at all…”

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“Damn this is going to catch someone’s attention.” chirped Sara lighting up a fresh cigarello from the pack on Mandy’s makeup table. Hanging on the closet door was a man’s red silk long sleeve dress shirt complete with large diamond cufflinks…a red leather corset with matching nylon thigh highs hung on a hanger below the shirt. “Mother…sure wants her baby girl to look like a high class call girl..”

On the make-up table Sara found a noted penned to her..”Remember darling…slut..tramp..whore..loads of mascara.. eyeliner …and lipgloss. We must look like the perfect lewd bitch that we are…”

Sara noticed that her step-mother had set out for her..Mandy’s favorite ruby red lipstick and lipliner. Lavender eyeshadow completed the ensemble. Pulling out the make-up chair Sara smiled. A pair of red leather thigh high spiked heeled boots lay across the seat.

“Well I guess I know what’s on mother’s wicked mind.” thought Sara taking a long pull on her Mores 120. “Better make her happy..” she hummed placing her cigarello in the ashtray…picking up the eyeshadow. Five minutes later Sara put the finishing touches to her lips and batted her long fake eyelashes in her reflection in the mirror.

“Simply irresistable..” spoke Mandy standing behind Sara..smoking her cigarello. “I just had to see how my baby looked in illegal bahis her hooker make-up.”

“Gonna cost you lady..” mugged Sara taking short hit on her cigarello. “Pay up now or later?”

“How about I pay you off in orgasm’s..let’s say 3 at a time.”

“Oh..God…sounds yummy..” cooed Sara stubbing out her cigarello in the ashtray. “Mother I think I’m going to need your help cinching up. Do you think there’s time for a quick finger fuck?”

“No way baby girl…lets get this corset on.” said Mandy handing the sexy garb to her step-daughter. “Just enough time to finish getting you dressed.”

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The chiming of the doorbell caught Mandy’s attention. “Well here goes nothing.” thought Mandy setting down her glass of white wine. Taking a quick drag off her Mores 120 Mandy walked to the huge double mahogany entry way doors, the sound of her spiked heels echoing off the marble hall.

“Hello Lisa and Lana won’t you please come in.” greeted Mandy in her best happy to see you voice. Mandy took a quick check of here ex-husband’s new wife and daughter. Lisa ever the fashion diva wore a charcoal grey business suit jacket with matching trousers. A creamy yellow blouse accented the stylish jacket. Mandy immediately noticed the silky material was straining to contain the platinum blonde’s huge boobs. Yellow 6 inch velvet cum fuck me spikes completed Lisa’s up and cumming CEO apperance.

Lana nearly a twin of her mother.. right down to the well endowed chest..followed her mother in the door. Skin tight black leather tights encased her taut asscheeks..a smart looking expensive black leather jacket showcased the girl’s bright neon green titty top.

“God..girl not much holding back those big babies..” thought Mandy taking a drag on her cigarello. She noticed the bitch sported Sara’s favorite style of thigh high black leather 6 inch spiked heeled boots so much in style at the moment.

“I’m only here to get William’s car title and nothing else..if you try any funny business..I’ll have you in court tommorrow.” boasted Lisa tucking her alligator handbag to her chest defensevly. Her sexy blonde daughter stood next to her mother her hands on her hips..legs spread military style.

“You look very stylish and attractive today..you always did have excellent taste in clothes.” complimented Mandy without a blink of an eye..enhaling on her cigarello ” Lana I must say youv’e grown into a very beautiful young lady.”

“What!!” stammered Lisa a wicked smile parting her full red lipsticked lips. “Well aaahhh..yes I do have a flair for fashion and my darling daughter’s looks run in the Ramsay bloodline.” she added haughtly.

“You conceited bitch.” thought Mandy, “Ramsay bloodline…Oh..God..does she think she’s related to the queen.” smirked Mandy under her breath. “Why don’t you and Lana join me for some refreshments in the diningroom…lets try to be civil with each other..after all we have so much in common..William has such good taste in women…wouldn’t you say Lisa?”

“Well yes…your right..we both are rather beautiful and I am as one would say “the cream of the crop”. Perhaps a cool drink would be nice…what do you think Lana darling?”

“I guess mother.” said Lana looking at her beautiful mother questionably. “Could I use your restroom Mrs. Collins?”

“Of course sweetie..right up the stairway and to the right..feel free to enjoy my perfumes and lotions.” purred Mandy pushing the door closed with a push of her big ass….cum along Lisa..is white wine to your taste or something stronger?” asked Mandy cigarello smoke trailing from the Mores she held between her finger’s.

Mandy watched Lana’s gorgeous ass jiggle lewdly as she walked up the stairs. “Gonna get my tongue between those cheeks.” thought Mandy turning gesturing Lisa to follow her.

“Much to early for strong spirits…Ummmm Mandy…whats going on? Your usually such a bitch.” asked Lisa following the shapely older blonde into the diningroom.

“I’ve decided I like you and would really like to get to know you better…in fact I think you are one hot piece of ass.”

Lisa’s beautiful green eyes grew wide in astonishment. “I’m what?”

“Hard of hearing Lisa? I said your one hot piece of ass and I really want some of it.” laughed Mandy blowing a stream of cigarello smoke in the blonde’s pretty face.

“Well I never..” gasped Lisa taking a deep breath..causing her magnificent chest to swell..straining the pearl buttons holding the blouse closed. “I think I better find my daughter and leave.”

“Relax bitch!!” commanded Mandy pushing the women down onto the plush diningroom chair. “You never..but you will today…you know you like your cunt licked. My ex told me so the other day…informed me about that big joy button tucked between your legs.

“Oh my..when was William here? What was he doing here? What did he tell you?” stammred Lisa. “Oh..God I think I need one of your casino siteleri cigarellos.”

Mandy lit one of her Mores 120’s placing it between Lisa’s lips…she enhaled deeply holding the smoke.

“He may be my ex and we can’t stand each other..but he still loves to get sucked off..I’m a born cocksucker and Oh..Lord I love his big prick!!!” Mandy touched Lisa’s shoulders rubbing them gently. “Told me that your clitoris is the size of a boy’s penis and you love having it tongued. Told me you like your sex a little rough. Bondage…ropes and clamps!!!”

“Such a blabber mouth…” groaned Lisa turning her pretty face to look up at Mandy…she took a pull off her cigarello pursing her full lips. “Do you want to kiss me? Fuck me? Tie up my titties?”

“God damn from hard ass to hot ass in 5 minutes…bitch your too fucking easy.” hissed Mandy squeezing Lisa’s chin between her long sharp red nails. “Kiss you..Fuck you…and make you eat my cunt and shithole..then maybe if your really good you can drink my pee…make that stuckup daughter of yours gulp my piss from your mouth….”

“My God you bitch your making my pussy wet…” moaned Lisa flicking her long pink tongue at Mandy. “Kiss me hard…hurt my lips…bite my tongue!!!”

“Yeah girl I knew from the day you married William our paths were going to cross…all us Ramsay girl’s have that look.. new and old wives..the I want it look!!!” snapped Mandy blowing another stream of cigarello smoke in Lisa’s face. “How’s this for a kiss?” Mandy mashed her lips against Lisa’s smearing her lipstick across the new wife’s cheek..biting at the gold hooped earring piercing her earlobe.

“Ohhhh…damn that’s nice..bite my neck..bite my nipples..bite my pussy lips….” screamed Lisa smoking her cigarello.

“Slow down honey we got all day…you do play hard..slut…Fuck women I can smell your sex!!!” kissed Mandy into Lisa’s ear. “Cunt..Pussy..Twat!!!”

“What about my daughter? What will she think?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little face about Lana…there’s a very hungry lil’ girl named Sara waiting to pounce on her ass upstairs…in fact she probably has your daughter’s face buried between her thighs already. Now about those titties let’s let those beauties come up for air.” laughed Mandy pulling Lisa’s jacket off. “Lady this bitch is going to give them mams some nasty love.”

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“Hi sexy…” purred Sara leaning against the bathroom door jam.

“Who the fuck are you?” blurted Lana sitting on the pink porcelain toilet. Her leather tights puddled around her spiked heeled ankles. The neon green titty top pulled up exposing the young girl’s 40DD boobs.

“I’m Sara…what ya doing? Playing with yourself?” asked Sara taking a drag on her Mores 120. “Making that pussy cum?”

“Noooooo…I was just wiping…after I peed.” lied the girl not very convincingly. “I was just cleaning my vagina after I urinated.”

“Don’t lie to me bitch…I was spying on you. You were really finger banging that pussy…sounds nice and wet.. squishy like…want me to finish what you started? By the way you got a name bitch?”

“I’m Lana Ramsay…my mother is downstairs..talking to Mrs. Collins…Do you always dress like that? Like a hooker?” asked Lana trying to pull the skimpy nylon top over her big tits. “And no I don’t need any help..Oopps caught me lieing…”

“Only when I’m hunting…it’s like honey attracting bees…don’t cover those boobs sweetie I like looking at them. Now tell Sara the truth…you were beating off…right? Maybe thinking about my step-mother Mandy mom.” inquired Sara flicking her spent cigarello at the sink..hitting it. “2 points. Now back to your finger fucking. I asked you a question…want some help? Thinking about my mother?”

“Oh..Fuck..Alright I was thinking of her big tits and yes you can help me get my nut…is that the answer you wanted…Ummmm..Sara right? Could I have one of your cigarellos?”

Sara opened the cigarello case she held in her hands placing the cigarellos between her lips lighting them with her gold Dunhill lighter.

“Here slut.” said Sara holding the Mores out to the girl. “Now open your legs I want to see your cunt. Is it shaved?”

“Bald…smooth as a baby’s behind.” smiled Lana taking a drag on her cigarello. “You want me to eat you while you finger fuck me? I can do it…I’m a very talented lil’ girl.”

“I bet you are.” grinned Sara stepping in front of the girl on the toilet. Parting the front of the red silk man’s dress shirt..Sara placed her cigarello to her lips,then reached down framing the slick smooth pubic mound ..her fingers forming an oval around her swollen pink lips…the long red nails parting the sticky sweet labia. “Kiss..Kiss..bitch…after you eat…I’ll make you cum real hard. Oh yeah right there kiss my clit..long licks.”

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“Are you going to hurt my titties?” poker siteleri questioned Lisa taking a nervous pull on her cigarello. “Make Lisa’s big titties ache? I like my boobs slapped…”

“Like them slapped..huh..you slut? How about you beg for me to slap these big tits.” sneered Mandy.. bitch slapping the blonde’s cheek…making it turn an angry pink. “Cause if you think that stung wait till I beat your knockers black and blue…”

“Oh..My God..you just made me wet my panties.” cried Lisa..cigarello smoke drifting from her full red lips. “I don’t know if it’s pee or pussy squirt..when I piss I cum and when I cum I piss!!!”

“Lisa you lil’ cunt you’re an amazing women..why haven’t we got together before this?” asked Mandy taking the lapels of Lisa’s creamy yellow shirt in her long nails..tugging the silky material apart. “Just think bitch we could have been licking each others cunt’s for the last 6 months..” added Mandy watching the blouse stretch tight over Lisa’s huge breasts.

“Fuck..I don’t know..” groaned Lisa grasping Mandy’s wrists. “Your Ex warned me to stay away..cause you were such a mean bitch. Oh..Fuck.. I want my tits slapped..NOW!!!” yelped Lisa pulling on Mandy’s wrists ripping the front of her blouse open. causing.the expensive pearl buttons to pop and fly in all directions.

Lisa cooed in relief feeling the cool air on her fantastic breasts..a large gold hoop piercing each inch long thumb thick cherry red nipple…the silver dollar sized aurole surrounding the stiff nipple.. puffy and pink…tasty.

“Mama Mia…bitch you do have great titties..” laughed Mandy staring at the over sized melons..”Big girl titties with big girl pierced chewy nipples…Mandy Mom is going to have fun with these..” purred Mandy taking the nearly finished Mores 120 from Lisa’s elegant finger’s..taking a quick drag off it..then touching the smokey filter to the end of Lisa’s erect nipple. “Maybe sear the ends with the ash..”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh..GOD..YES…Hot cigarello ashes burning my nips…then we kiss them and make them all better..” hissed Lisa with a wicked grin…bite them first..make em hurt!!!!!!!!”

Lisa’s 40DD boobs jiggled lewdly as she took a deep breath in anticipation of the smacking she knew was on the menu..her breasts had always been sensitive..but since getting them pierced it seemed just thinking about sex got the big beauties restless..and nearly always a kiss..a slap..could work up a delicious orgasm.

“Squeeze your tit bitch..squeeze it and make that fucking nipple stick way out…Bill said you can cum just having your nipples bit.” said Mandy crushing out the spent cigarello..immediately lighting up another from the case on the table. “I’m gonna make you cum……..make you have lots of big girl cums.”

“Fuck Yes..Oh..God..Fuck Yes…lots of wet sticky big girl cums!!!” gushed Lisa taking her tit in her hand.. pressing…milking the tanned titty forcing the aurole to swell.. making the fat nipple throb..the gold hoop gleaming in the soft light “Jeeeezzzee..My God…that feels good…it’s almost like my nipple is going to pop..”

“Now I want you to put that fucking nipple in your mouth..bite it..pull on it with your teeth..” ordered Mandy exhaling a mouthful of cigarello smoke on Lisa’s breast. “I want to see some blood..”

“Ummmmmmmmmmm…Lord..my juice is running down my legs…Mandy feel my cunt..Pleeeeeeeese…” begged Lisa lifting her tit to her full red lips..forcing the nipple into her open mouth. “Touch my pussy…”

This nasty bitch really needs to get her “nut”..thought Mandy undoing the clasp on the thin 14 carat gold belt looped around the waist of Lisa’s business suit trousers..Mandy’s skilled finger’s popping the button holding the waist band of Lisa’s slacks. “You take care of that nipple and I’ll worry about your twat.” quipped Mandy holding her Mores 120 up to Lisa’s lips so she could suck in the erect nipple and enhale smoke at the same time.

“Nipple and sweet smoke…what a perfect combination.” grunted Mandy dipping her finger’s into the open zippered trousers..her hand searching. “Whoa..bitch whats this?” questioned Mandy..a broad smile beaming on her perfect lips. “Feels pretty fucking big!!!!”

Lisa’s grey trouser’s puddeled around her yellow leather 6 inch cum fuck me spikes..Mandy gasped as she stared at the enormous clit she held in her finger’s..Lisa’s blood congested clitoris protruded from it’s clitorial foreskin nearly 2 inches.. “My God it’s just like a baby cock…” thought Mandy squeezing the clit..feeling the oily wettness smearing her fingertips.

“You ever fuck anyone with this baby?” asked Mandy taking a drag on her cigarello..while she masturbated Lisa’s clitoris..working the ball of her thumb over the walnut sized glans.

“Ummmm..fooook..yeath..” Lisa mumurred her mouth full of her own tit. “Oh God Mandy..I fucked my daughter Lana with it last night.” giggled Lisa letting the nipple pop from her lips…a smear of her cocksucker red lipstick smeared around the fat nub.

Like a cobra striking.. Mandy’s free hand slapped Lisa’s boob. “Did I tell you to stop sucking your own titty.” snapped Mandy..the palm of her hand slapping the underside of the huge breast…Bright red finger print welts decorating the tanned boob.

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