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*Note to readers: For anyone who thinks a man could convince his wife to have a threesome in a single conversation either isn’t married or that person lives in a fantasy world. Most women would absolutely shut the idea down the first time it was mentioned. Others, like Jill Winslow, would need a lot of time and a lot of convincing to agree to it. They’d have a lot of questions and a lot of concerns.

Oh, sometimes erotic stories don’t have the typical ending you expect.

*****

Jill had been back for a week and still not called her best friend. No matter how much she loved her, she was really dreading this call. But she couldn’t put it off any longer so she punched in her number and waited for her to pick up.

“Hey! It’s about time you called me. I want details! How was it?”

“It was really a lot of fun. We saw pretty much everything there is to see in in Italy from the Vatican to the Leaning Tower of Pisa to the canals in Venice.”

“That sound so romantic!”

Jill had no interest in revealing just how unromantic their week-long vacation had been. It was a ten-year, second-honeymoon vacation and it should have been very romantic…or at least satisfying. But it was such a disappointment she could barely even think about it, let alone share her frustrations with her best friend. She’d confided in Lori over the years just as she had in Jill. But this was different. Things seemed so hopeless and what good would it do to verbalize her feelings? Especially when she couldn’t even sort out exactly what it was she’d been feeling.

Maybe it was just the kind of thing every couple experienced after being together that many years, but Jill had this…feeling. Call it women’s intuition or whatever you like, but she could just tell something was wrong. In her heart of hearts she couldn’t let herself believe her husband could cheat on her, but what else could possibly explain the way he ignored her now?

Although all of her friends and co-workers let her know she was an attractive woman, she didn’t need their confirmation. She wasn’t vain, but she very well aware she was a good-looking woman. People just intuitively know where they are on the pecking ladder of life. Whether it’s looks, intelligence, wealth, popularity, or even fitness, people understand without being told where they stand relative to others of their age and gender. And Jill Winslow was what her husband, Jordan, called an ‘uninflated 8.’

She laughed to herself when she thought of how he explained the 1-10 ratings of hot-or not women. According to him, people tended to add at least one point and many awarded an extra two or three to anyone they found even attractive. Therefore, many nines were actually sixes or sevens and so on. In Jordan’s mind, the most attractive person in any given high school was an eight, not a ten. And even though Jill hated the whole silly rating thing, she was flattered when Jordan told his friends he thought Jill was that hot.

Judging by the way men still came on to her, she had to at least assume Jordan was in the ballpark. And yet, he just didn’t seem to care anymore. They’d gone from having sex 5-6 times a week when they were engaged to 3-4 times a week the first few years of marriage to once or twice a week to now…maybe twice a month. Maybe. What drove her crazy was that Jill thought Jordan was also an ‘uninflated 8.’ He was just so handsome and she not only loved him, she was still very much in love with him. And to make matters worse, she knew he was spending more and more time looking at pornography of some kind on his laptop.

She was no prude. Jill had no issue with pornography, per se. If women wanted to make money using their bodies, that was their business. As a Libertarian, she’d even be fine with legalized prostitution anywhere in the country. Well, as long as her husband stayed the hell away from them. For that matter, she believed drugs should also be legal and controlled by the FDA. So it wasn’t an issue of morality, it was more the kind of thing that made her ask what it was those women provided her husband that she wasn’t providing.

“Well, to tell you the truth, Lori, it was kind of a bust in the romance department.”

“Oh, Jill, I’m so sorry! That’s just awful. I mean, you guys go on the most romantic vacation imaginable and it turns out to be a disappointment. Somehow, that just doesn’t seem fair.”

Jill knew Lori wanted to know specifics, but she also knew her best friend well enough to know she wouldn’t ask. They had a few generic conversations on the topic in the past and those gave Lori Taylor a pretty good idea of what was going on. Or more specifically, what wasn’t going on.

“After the things we’ve talked about before, I really hoped this vacation would you know, jump start things for you guys again. Sometimes, all it takes is getting away to a motel or going on a vacation to rekindle the flame. But if Rome didn’t do it…I’m just so sad for you, hon,” Lori told her sincerely.

“I can’t stop thinking he’s having an affair,” Escort bayan Jill said somberly. “There’s nothing to indicate he is like, you know, staying late or text messages coming in at all hours or a strange perfume on his clothes. There’s no evidence of any kind, but I just can’t shake this feeling.”

“I’m guessing you tried the sexy lingerie or high heels or whatever he likes thing already?”

“I brought three sexy new outfits with us and he barely noticed. He just kept telling me he was tired. Who gets tired on vacation?”

“You already wear the things you said he likes most of the time—and you look amazing, by the way—so if it isn’t an affair, then I just don’t get it.” Lori sat there for a moment then said, “Maybe he has low-T.”

“What’s lowtee?” Jill asked.

“Low-T. L-O-W T. They have commercials for it all the time. You know, low testosterone levels. Could it be something like that? If it is, it might be as simple as taking a pill or a shot. Seems like it’d be worth checking it out, don’t you think?”

Jill sighed and said, “Maybe. I never thought of that. If a man’s levels drop with age then I guess that could be it. But Jordan’s only 35. Do you really think it could that at his age?”

“I don’t know,” Lori told her honestly. “But I do know if my husband was ignoring me that much, I’d drag his ass to the doctor and get it checked out immediately!”

Jill finally managed a small laugh. “You keep me sane, Lori. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I guess I’d better run. Thanks for listening, okay?”

“Anytime, hon!” Lori told her as they both hung up.

When Jordan got home around 6 o’clock, Jill had dinner ready with a bottle of their favorite wine.

“Wow! Something smells great,” he told her as he sat his things on the counter and gave his wife a peck on the cheek.

“I thought you might like something other than pasta after our week in Italy,” she said. “Good old fashioned fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy.”

“My all-time favorite. Very nice!” he told her.

After dinner, Jill poured each of them another glass of white wine and asked Jordan to sit with her on the couch. “Honey, I’ve got a ton of papers to grade.”

“This won’t take long. Come on, sit down with me so we can talk.”

Jordan sat next to her and sat his wine glass on the coffee table. “Am I in trouble?” he asked jokingly.

“That depends,” she said as she took a drink of the chardonnay.

“On?”

“I don’t want you to get upset with me when I ask you something, okay?” she said setting the stage.

“I guess that depends on the question. This sounds serious. What is it you want to ask me?”

Jill set her glass down, too, then looked directly at her husband and said, “Are you…seeing someone else? Are you having an affair?”

Jordan’s eyes opened wide in astonished disbelief. “What? Are you serious? Jill, what in the world would make you think that?” he said with genuine incredulity.

“Honey, we just went on a vacation to Italy and you barely even touched me!”

“Wait just a minute. I believe we made love the night after we got there. Did you forget that or something?” he said defensively.

“Oh, right. One time in seven days. And how many days had it been before that, Jordan? And we’ve been back for a week now so it’s been nearly two weeks again since the last time.”

“You’re keeping track of the days between our love making now?”

“Somebody has to around here. Lord knows you must not be. I don’t get it. Am I unattractive to you or something? You used to not be able to keep your hands off of me. What’s changed?”

“Nothing’s changed,” he said very unconvincingly.

“Lori thinks you might have Low-T.”

Jordan bristled. “You told Lori about our love life? Jesus, Jill. What’s wrong with you?” he said with a bit of an edge to his voice.

“The better question is what’s wrong with you, honey? It’s not normal for a man your age to show virtually no interest in his wife. And you didn’t answer my question. Do you find me unattractive? Are you tired of my hairstyle or something? Do you want me to dye it or bleach it to spice things up? Is it the kind of clothes I wear? I mean, I try to wear what you like fairly often but lately, nothing seems to matter. So what’s going on?”

“I told you, nothing,” he said again. Jill noticed he didn’t look at her when he answered.

“Jordan? Are you having an affair? Yes or no?”

“No! For God’s sake, Jill. I am NOT having an affair. Jesus!”

“Am I unattractive to you?”

“No! You’re beautiful. How could you even think that?”

“Then what in God’s name is going on here? Why are you no longer interested in me? Talk to me. Please!”

“I really have to get these papers graded. The kids turned them in the day after we left and I have to get them back to them. Can we do this later? Please?”

“Later or never?” she said caustically as she picked up her glass and went to the living room. She turned on the television but had Bayan escort no idea what was on. Her husband was either lying to her or he wasn’t telling her something which was a form of lying. Neither choice was a good one, but she needed to hear the truth no matter what it might be.

That night Jill put on Jordan’s favorite thing in the bathroom right after he went to bed then slid in next to him. “Make love to me,” she whispered as she reached for his cock. She held it and stroked it as she kissed him but she got very little response. “Looks like you need some help,” she said as she pulled back the covers and made her way to the middle of his body.

She took his flaccid member into her mouth and went to work. He’d been slow to respond lately, but this was ridiculous. After two minutes of trying Jill gave up. She sat up and said, “And you tell me nothing is wrong. If this is physical, we can get help. But if it’s me…” She felt herself choke up as she tried to continue speaking. “Or if you are having an affair…” She began to sob as she said, “Then you have to tell me. Jordan, this is killing me! I love you and I need you to love me.”

He sat up and offered her his arms. She fell into them and continued to sob heavily. “It isn’t you, honey. And I am not having an affair. I swear. I have no interest in any other woman. I never have and I never will.”

His words helped Jill stop sobbing but she couldn’t completely stop crying. “Then what is it? What in the world is going on? You can’t keep telling me it’s nothing when I’m giving you a blow job and wearing this has no effect on you. I can’t stand this, honey. Please, I’m begging you, tell me what’s wrong.”

He lay back and pulled her down with him. She curled up tight against him and he did his best to console her. “Please don’t cry, honey. I love you so much.”

“That’s what you say,” she managed to get up. “But everything else tells me something different.”

Jordan pulled back and waited for her to look at him. “Jill. You can’t possibly believe that. That I don’t love you. Right? Tell me you don’t believe that.”

She lay her head back on his chest and said, “I don’t know what to believe anymore, Jordan. So you tell me. And don’t just say you love me. Tell me what’s really going on.”

Jordan drew a deep breath and said, “About a year ago, I found this website where they publish, you know, erotic stories.”

“A porn site?” she offered assuming that’s what he meant.

“Not really. Well, yes. Kind of. I mean, there’s no nudity. There aren’t even pictures. It’s just…stories.”

Jill finally managed to stop crying and said, “I’ve never heard of such a thing. What’s erotic about it if there aren’t any visual images?”

Jordan tried to explain. “People…amateurs…they write stories about erotic fantasies and stuff.”

“Such as?” she said.

“Pretty much everything,” he told her.

“That’s a little too vague, honey. What kind of things specifically?”

“I guess I’d say if you can imagine it, someone’s written about it.”

“You mean like…orgies or something?”

“Okay, yeah. That’s one thing.”

“What else?”

“There are categories. You know, like…” Jordan paused as he was having a difficult time sharing this with his wife. “Like…anal sex and…”

“Eeew!” Jill said. “Does that interest you?”

“No! Not at all. It’s just an example of the stuff that’s on there. That’s not something I have any interest in at all. All I have to do is imagine being on the receiving end of it and…”

“Okay! Okay. I get it. So what else is there?” She could sense there was something specific and if he didn’t outright tell her, she was going to have ask him directly.

“Well, okay. They have a category about interracial dating and sex, they have one for gay and lesbian sex, they’ve got stuff for um…orgies…although they aren’t called that anymore by too many people. It’s called ‘group sex’ now.”

“I see. So you’re becoming quite the expert in areas of sexual perversion thanks to this…website.”

“You see! That’s why I didn’t want to talk about this. You always say you’re not a prude sexually speaking, but when it comes to any sort of…I dunno…variation…to what you think is normal you get like…this.”

“Like what? Saying orgies…sorry, group sex is perverted is ‘getting like this’? Help me understand that, will you?”

“Never mind. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Good night.”

“Jordan! Don’t do that!” She raised up to look at him and when he finally made eye contact she said, “I’m sorry. That wasn’t very mature of me. I’m sorry.” When she was sure he was ready to talk some more she told him, “I do want you to go on. I want you tell me what it is that has your interest. Is it group sex by any chance? Is that what you’re hinting at?”

“No,” he said dryly. “That’s not it.”

“It. Then something must be…it.” She snuggled up close to him and said, “Jordan. I know things are well, routine in the bedroom. But, Escort honey? I like routine with you. I love what we had and I want us to have a good sex life again. Maybe I’m not as open-minded as I think, but I might be open to something new if it isn’t too far out there for me. So I promise I would judge. Please just tell me what this new interest of yours is, okay? I mean, it is one of these category thingies, right?”

Jordan didn’t answer immediately but eventually he did say in a very subdued tone, “Yes.”

“Okay. Well, that’s a start. I promised not to be judgmental so…I’m listening. Please just say what it is.”

“You promise you won’t be mad at me?”

“I promise,” she told him.

He took several deep breaths and Jill could tell he was very nervous. She’d gone from being deathly afraid he was having an affair to wondering if he was wanting to tie her up in a dungeon or something. She was suddenly almost wishing it was ‘only’ an affair.

“What I’ve been reading about…the thing that…really turns me on…is…”

“Is what, honey? Is it some kind of bondage thing?” She couldn’t help herself. She had to know if it was that and hoped to God it wasn’t.

“No, it’s not B&D.”

Jill was about to come out of her skin waiting for his answer when he finally said, “I have this…huge fantasy about…I dream about seeing you…with…someone else.”

When his words sank in, so did her heart. “I see. So your little fantasy thing is to get me to be with another woman so you can have sex with her, too.” Her voice sounded hollow as she shared her comment with her husband.

“What? Another woman? No! No, I don’t want to have sex with anyone else. I only love you, honey. I told you I have no interest in any other woman.”

Jill was visibly relieved. “Thank God!” she said as she held him closer. “So you want to just see me with another woman?” Her voice rose as she asked for clarification. Before Jordan could answer she said, “I’m definitely straight, but I suppose that might be possible. It’s just that, well…women really don’t do it for me. But if this is something that’s really important to you and if it could get us back on track, I could at least think about it.”

Jordan kissed her on the top of the head and said, “That’s very sweet, honey. Thank you. But I wasn’t talking about seeing you with another woman.”

Jill raised up again and said, “Then I don’t get it. What are you talking about?” It was dark but not so dark she couldn’t see his eyes. They had softened and that alone heartened her.

“My fantasy is to…share you with…another man.”

Jill was stunned. She was caught so off guard she was speechless.

Jordan stroked her face with his hand. “You’re upset, aren’t you?”

She kept staring at him then finally said, “So the reason you haven’t had any interest in me isn’t because there’s another woman, but because you have this fantasy about watching me…have sex…with another man?”

“You see, this is why I didn’t want to talk about it. I know it sounds crazy. To use your word, it sounds…perverted. But you pushed me to tell you and now that I have you’re angry at me.”

Jill was still staring into his eyes. “Jordan, I’m not angry and I’m not upset. I’m…shocked. I’m just totally surprised by this. I had absolutely no idea. I just assumed you’d been looking at porn on the internet and…hell, I don’t know what I thought. But I am not mad. Confused maybe but not mad.”

“So you’re not going to see a divorce lawyer tomorrow?” he said trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, maybe the day after…” she teased back. Once again, she lay on his chest. “I don’t understand what you want me to do or why you want me to but I want you to know I am 100% relieved you’re not having an affair. I’d die if you ever cheated on me.”

“I never will, baby,” he said as he stroked her hair.

“But you want me to cheat on you, right? I mean, that’s what it sounds like anyway.”

“No! Of course not. That would kill me, too.”

“Jordan? I am completely and totally lost. How do I…do this…this thing of yours and not cheat on you?”

He held his wife close and said, “Sweetheart, if I’m there with you, if I choose the guy, and if I want you to be with him—assuming most importantly, of course, that you’re okay with it—then how is that cheating? If you met someone at work or wherever and went out behind my back, that would be cheating. Hell, even having a male friend you went to for emotional comfort would feel like cheating. But this doesn’t fall into that category. Not under those circumstances, right?”

Jill thought for awhile before answering. “But it would still be adultery.”

“I guess if we were part of the evangelical Right, then sure, it would be considered adultery. But that’s a religious term which, to me at least, is synonymous with cheating and I don’t consider this cheating. Does that make sense?”

Jill couldn’t help but smile as she said, “In a sick, twisted kind of way.”

“Honey?” he said. “Whatever you may be thinking right now, please don’t ever doubt that I love you again, okay?”

“Okay,” she said without commitment. “So if I were to do this, would it make things better for us—just you and me—in the bedroom?”

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Cross-Country Road Trip Ch. 09

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By suppertime, we were settled into our suite at Caesar’s Atlantic City Casino. We took a shower together and then laid down for a short nap before tackling supper and the casino. We had decided that we both had “headaches” and sex would be the last thing on our minds that night so we took it easy on each other and enjoyed the respite.

After our naps we found a casino restaurant that featured a buffet and ate a good hearty meal. Then it was time for the gambling. I pulled out $500 for you and $500 for myself and we left everything else except for some ID in the suite’s safe. When we hit the casino floor, we stuck together long enough to find you a good spot at a “one armed bandit” that allowed you to watch me at the poker tables. You started feeding money into the bandit and I sat down where I could see you just by looking up at a $10 a bet poker table that featured seven-card stud.

The first few hands weren’t very good and I lost a quick $100 before I started turning my luck around. An hour or two later after I had won about five thousand dollars, there came a hand that I knew was going to be good. I drew the nine and ten of spades as my hole cards. The next card up was the queen of spades. Then came the king of spades. A seven of diamonds and an eight of clubs didn’t do much for my hand and it looked to the world as if I had another busted hand. The last down card was the jack of spades, giving me a king-high straight flush. The table folded except for one player who looked as if he might have a straight flush of his own. With my hand, I wasn’t about to fold and he bet everything he had before I ran out of money and called him. He laid out a queen-high flush in hearts and started reaching for the pot.

“Hold it a minute. Aren’t you going to see my cards?”

“Ya ain’t got nothing showing on the table. Whadda ya got that can Escort bayan beat my flush?”

I laid down my king-high straight flush and said “Just a king-high straight flush in spades.”

“Son of a bitch! Ya cleaned me out! Good hand, old man.”

“Thanks. I think it’s time my lady and I called it a night.” I raked in the chips worth over $12,000 and asked the dealer to deal me out. He handed me a chit to give to the cashier and I tipped him as I got up from the table.

“Fiona, give me a couple of dollars, will you?”

“Sure, big boy, anytime.” You handed me a handful of dollar coins and I played one coin in the nearest empty slot machine. It was a repeat of Cherokee except the jackpot was only up to $567,895 but it took me about the same amount of time to cash it all in and have the check written. Of course Uncle Sam and the State of New Jersey took their share of the winnings just as Uncle Sam and the State of North Carolina had in Cherokee, but I still had over $250,000 for the night.

“Well, Fiona, how does it feel to hang around with a somebody who has a whole bunch of money?”

“I don’t know. Do I know one?”

I grinned and patted your ass as we entered the elevator. “I guess not. I’m just an old man who has had some gambling luck. Come to think about it, my luck started getting good the minute you walked into my life.”

“Mine, too.”

We went to bed and decided to start home in the morning. After all, we had fucked our way from coast-to-coast literally having a ball the entire trip. We had lived out almost all of our fantasies and could now put them behind us.

That morning you got sick and threw up before breakfast. When we got down to the restaurant, you looked at food and got nauseated all over again settling for a glass of orange juice and a cup of black coffee. We paid the Bayan escort bill, checked out, and climbed back into the Midget for the ride home. We knew we had at least one more night on the road, but it felt good to be heading for our own houses and our own beds. The miles rolled away behind us and we spent the night in South Hill, Virginia, studiously avoiding Tara and Jack in Colonial Heights. That night you spent a long time in the bathroom before you came out.

“Honey, I have something I have to tell you.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know how to say this except…. Damn it! There’s only one way to say it. I am pregnant. I missed my period and I never miss my period. I’m as regular as an atomic clock. To be sure I used a pregnancy test and it came back positive. The rabbit died.”

“OK. There’s been something I wanted to ask you anyway, but now you’ve given me a good opening. Will you marry me?”

“You don’t have to marry me just because I’m pregnant. I don’t want you to think that I’d get pregnant just to make you marry me.”

“I know that. That wasn’t the reason I asked you. I happen to love you for more than just your pussy.”

“You do? Funny, but we’ve fucked all the way across country and you can say that you love me for more than just my pussy and keep a straight face?”

“Yep! And it’s the truth.”

“Well, why else do you love me?”

“Well, you’ve got a great mind. You’ve got great tits!” You hit me with the pillow before I could protect my face, but it just bounced right off!”

“Men! Well, OK, let me think about it….” You got up and walked into the bathroom and I could hear you tinkle and then the toilet flushed and you returned to the bed, laying down beside me. “OK, I’ve thought about it. I’ll marry you on one condition.”

“What’s the condition?”

“We get Escort married before I start showing too much.”

“Let’s see, today is South Hill, Virginia so it must be Tuesday night.” I said with a grin on my face. “Will this weekend be too late?”

“Noooooooo. But we have to make some arrangements, don’t we?”

“My kids are all grown. My oldest might be a bit upset if I got married without telling her, but she married a while back without telling me until two weeks later. The rest of them have little or nothing to do with me and probably could care less. You and I are both well beyond the age of consent and we both know what being married means. Do you want a large church wedding?”

“No.”

“Do you mind being married by a judge or justice of the peace? South Carolina has only a 24-hour waiting period.”

“No.”

“Have you some strange and exotic disease that you haven’t told me about?”

“You know I don’t!”

“OK, then, it’s settled. We don’t need anybody’s permission to get married, we don’t need a really fancy wedding, and we can get married by a justice of the peace without any qualms. Sounds like a plan to me, how about you?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll still need a dress and you’ll need a nice suit.”

“That can be arranged very easily. We have enough in casino winnings from Nevada, Atlantic City, and from especially Cherokee to buy whatever we need for the wedding. If you let me get home, I’ll wear my kilt and Prince Charlie dinner jacket. And I can tell my daughter that we’re getting married. At least then you won’t have to protect me from my outraged offspring.”

“I love a man in a kilt! OK. Will you show me what you wear under it? Of course you can get home and get your kilt. And, honey, I’d protect you from anybody–even your daughter. Well, I guess I’ll have to ask my daughters and sons to join us.”

“Only for the ceremony. The honeymoon’s just for us!”

“Spoilsport! Besides, we’ve had our honeymoon in advance, haven’t we?”

“Not by a long shot!”

But, that is another story, isn’t it?

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My Own Sister, Nancy

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Nancy got married when I was about 10 years old. She had been my babysitter whenever my mom was at work. Like any sister, I’m sure she resented having to take care of a younger brother. I suppose that accounts for the many times she would tease & torment me. Nancy and I were very close, and I would often call her my “second Mommy.”

When I was a teen, I would often spend weekends with her and her husband. Roger and I would occasionally argue about silly things. I didn’t understand then that I was probably jealous of him. But, I loved to visit my sister. She treated me like an adult and valued my opinions about everything. Roger worked odd hours, and I’m sure she appreciated the company.

At 18, I was very sexually frustrated. I had not yet been with a girl and would find release in masturbating to my Dad’s playboy magazines. I knew right where to find them. And when I visited my sister, I also knew where Roger hid his magazines as well.

Roger’s porn was much more hardcore than my Dad’s Playboys. There were open leg pussy shots, couples fucking, cock sucking, lesbian cunt licking, even a book about incestuous relationships.

I would “borrow” the magazines, go off on my own and jerk off until I shot cum all over the room. But whatever pictures I looked at, my fantasies usually came back to my sister. I would fantasize about seeing her breasts and pussy. I thought about Esenyurt escort licking her pussy and having her suck my dick.

I was far too cautious to try to peek in at her while she was changing, but I thought about it time and time again. Sometimes I would imagine going swimming with her in her pool. In my thoughts her bathing suit top would accidently would come off, and I would see her full, beautiful breasts. I wanted it to happen so very much, but it never did.

I was totally shocked the day she caught me trying to return Roger’s magazines to their hiding place!

Nancy wasn’t shocked at all. She was a little upset that I was intruding on her and Roger’s privacy. She told me that if I wanted to jerk off, I should just ask to borrow the books and she’d get them for me. My cock got a little hard when I heard my sister say the words “jerk off.”

She put a large bunch of the magazines into a box and handed them to me. “Let me know when you want to trade these in for new ones,” she said. I had a wonderful time with all the porn material and would go back to the box time again and again. I eventually got bored with those magazines and thought I’d like to see something new.

I finally got up enough nerve to ask Nancy if I could trade the old magazines in for some newer ones. I felt a bit uncomfortable asking her. These were, after Esenyurt escort Bayan all, hardcore porn magazines, and she was my older sister!

Nancy put me at ease right away. She told me that she liked to look at the magazines, too. She said that she would often masturbate to the stories when Roger wasn’t home.

I told her that I liked to look at the pictures more than read the stories. “Oh, but some of the stories are really hot!” she said. And she found one of her favorites and began reading parts out loud. It was about 2 women. As I listened, I pictured my sister, naked, between the legs of another woman.

She read so sensually and sexily that I developed an obvious hard-on. “I see you like the story, too,” she said. “Go ahead, jerk off if you want!”

Guilt or no guilt, here I was, listening to a sexy story about two women, being read to by my big sister… I took out my cock and began stroking it. “I bet that feels good, right?” she asked.

“Uh huh!” was all that I could reply.

“Here, let me help,” she offered. Without waiting for an answer, she spat into her hand, grabbed my cock, and began stroking it. “How’s that?” she asked, as she slid her hand up and down my cock.

“OH, fuck!” was about as eloquent a comment as I was able to utter. Without even realizing I was doing it, my hand moved to her feel her Escort Esenyurt tits through her shirt. She continued to stroke my cock as she pulled up her tee shirt and bra with her free hand. I accepted the invitation without hesitation and began to feel her breasts. They felt so soft and firm. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. I couldn’t believe I was actually playing with my sister’s titties – while she was giving me a handjob!

I didn’t think it could possible get any better. I was very wrong. She moved her head toward my lap. I couldn’t believe this was happening! My sister, Nancy, was about to suck my cock!

When her lips engulfed my penis, I could feel her soft tongue licking against the underside of my cock. Down and up again her head bobbed. I thought I could feel the back of her throat. “Hmmmm,” she moaned. As she did, I felt the gentle vibration of her vocal chords that sent me way over the top.

“Oh, God! I’m gonna cum.” I said. Of course I expected her to take my cock out of her mouth. She did not.

“Mmmmmm,” was the sound I heard – and felt – as my semen shot into her mouth and down her throat. Spurt after spurt after spurt, she swallowed it all!

I lay back on the bed, totally spent. Nancy gently wiped her lips, leaned over and kissed mine. “Now, that was nice,” she said. “Feel better?”

All I could think of to say was, “Thank you, Nancy.”

“You’re very welcome,” she replied, as she stood up, pulled her tee shirt back down, and left the room.

My mind raced. Would this ever happen again? Would she let me go further? Would she maybe even let me fuck her? Surely Roger would never find out. Too many thoughts, way too many.

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Entry 1 – The Beginning

There was a sharp knock on Linda’s door.

“Come in,” she said, swinging around on her desk chair to face the invitee.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Ms. Smith,” Jonathan said, pushing a book cart before him. There was just a hint of nervousness in his voice. “We have finished cleaning out the storage room and these are the items for you to review.” He indicated with his right hand the selection of volumes on the cart. Then, he quickly asked, “I was supposed to bring these to your office, wasn’t I?”

Linda smiled, inwardly to herself in amusement, and outwardly to Jonathan in support. He had displayed many of the signs of a beginning infatuation with her since the first week of joining the staff. While appreciating the attention on a personal level, Linda quickly set a professional atmosphere between them, so as to avoid any form of impropriety. While she admitted to herself that Jonathan was quite attractive, having just graduated from collage, she knew that a relationship would be unethical, not to mention the fact that she was twenty years his senior.

“Thank you very much, Jonathan,” she said, getting up from her chair. “Yes, I did ask for all non-catalogued items to be brought to this office. Please leave the cart over here, beside my desk.”

Jonathan did as he was told while Linda walked around her desk to the cart. Having a life long love of books, she immediately crouched down before the cart and began scanning the titles on the spine. Without acknowledging it, she was aware of Jonathan slowly walking out of the office, his eyes on her. He followed his set pattern of always being discreet in his purveying of her, never lingering too long or in sight of others. Because of his discreetness and modestly, Linda never brought up the subject that she knew what he was doing, and inwardly, she considered this flattering. Always professional, though, Linda never wore provocative clothing or put herself in a provocative position. Her dress suits were earthy colors, her shoes low and plain. The makeup she applied was low-key, and her hair always up in some bun-like coiffure.

Linda returned her full attention to the volumes before her. Getting ready for the upcoming renovations had taken time, and the staff would need swing space. The items before her were in a basement storage room that few, if any, librarians had entered in quite some time, herself included. The vast majority of items held in this storage room had been processed by the other staff—either integrated into another part of the collection, or weeded. These items on the cart needed her special attention.

Some volumes were easily identified—earlier editions of now-classic texts, probably put in storage to save on shelf space. The staff would want her to make the decision whether to weed these or not. For the other volumes, Linda had to pull them off the cart and skim through the pages. These appeared to be ledgers and listings of acquisitions, with annotations. Some were hand written, indicating their great age.

An old, dusty box on the bottom shelf of the cart caught her eye. She pulled the box out, kadıköy escort stood up and placed it on the desk. Removing the cover carefully, so as not to damage the possibly brittle material, she found a set of leather bound volumes inside, tied with a black string. Linda undid the bow and picked up the first volume. It appeared to be in good shape, with no signs of damage or decay.

Despite any obvious title, the contents inside were quickly identified as a diary, due to the dated entries on each page, their structure, and their conversational manner. The “title” page simply had the name, “Clarissa White.” The name jostled something in her memory. Wasn’t Clarissa one of her predecessors? Linda stood up, went over to the filing cabinets and began to rummage through the files. Her hand came upon the “History of the Library” folder and withdrawing it, she quickly found the list of prior library directors. There was Clarissa, third from the top on the list. Intrigued, Linda went back to the desk, sat in her chair, and again picked up the volume.

Linda flipped through the pages, and rested her finger on the one marked, “March 13th, 1902. A day of unexpected pleasure.” Curious, she read the entry:

Today was truly a beautiful spring day, in more than one way. While work was typical in its course, I was surprised by an unexpected visitor just before closing. For the sake of discretion, let me leave the kind sir’s name off this account. He is a traveling salesman from a reputable publisher.

We have had occasion to meet on a professional level in the past, and so began our conversation with the usual pleasantries about the weather and new scientific discoveries. I must say I have always found him pleasant to the eye, and this day was no exception. He has, as well, graced me with more than one glance upon my being, especially to linger upon my bosom. His eyes today were especially, how shall I say it, full of hunger and anticipation. When the last of my staff reported that their time for the day was done and that they were heading homeward, I decided to be a bit more forward with our salesman.

“My good sir, I so desire to see what you have to offer me this day,” I started.

He smiled, handing me the publisher’s newest catalog, then adding, “I would be happy to show you the special wares we have available, upon our next trip. For your pleasure, of course.”

“Why,” I asked most sweetly, “Don’t you usually have volumes for me to peruse? Something for me to touch?”

“As you can see from the weather outside, I was loath to bring any books with me should they get wet,” says our salesman. And then he adds, with some emphasis, “It is my understanding that librarians avoid any situation where they may get wet.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, kind Sir. We librarians frequently deal with wet situations. For instance, there may be times where we need to insert, say, a page into a book. In such a situation, my good Sir, we would want to ply the inseam of the book with a warm, sticky substance, such as a paste, so that the page can slide in easily and remain there until kaynarca escort bonding is complete.”

“This process sounds quite fascinating,” replies my salesman. “Perchance, can you demonstrate this technique to me right now.”

“I would be happy to, good Sir, but we have no such books available. However, I may be able to accommodate you. Imagine, if you will, Sir, that I am the book and that your are the page that needs inserting.

“Like any fine craftsman, you must take time to examine the item before you. Feel the material, run your fingers down its spine.”

He graciously follows my lead, placing his hands on the “book,” caressing it, getting a measure of the body beneath. I sign as he explores my exterior, clearly eager to examine the contents inside.

“Of course, one can only learn so much from examining the outside of a book,” I continue. “Open the book a bit–make sure the spine is pliable, the pages not brittle.”

I leaned back on my desk, and proceeded to open my “pages” for him. There was, indeed, and intense eagerness in his eyes that encouraged me to proceed further. To facilitate our demonstration, I pulled up the hem of my dress to just above my knees. He leans toward me, drawing up one of my legs. Warmly, ever so slowly, he caresses my ankle and the lower part of my leg with both his hands.

“This part of the book, indeed, my Lady, appears to be in good order. Perchance, I should examine more of the book, to determine, of course, if a page should, indeed, be inserted, and, if so, precisely where the best fit should be.” There is a most naughty grin on his countenance. “

I nod ever so coyly and he slides his hands up over my knees, exploring further my thighs, lingering on the inner side.

“If my lady does not mind, I should like to get closer to the book, as my eyesight is, let us say, not of a perfect order.”

“Please do, my good man. Make a careful study of the book. We do not want to make a mistake when inserting the page.”

He draws my legs further part and in response I lean further back on the desk. The hem of the dress and the slip beneath slide down my thighs, exposing now the tops of my stockings. He quickly learns that this book is lacking certain coverings.

His fingers explore ever more of my most private areas and the pressures mount within my body. It is ever so hard to keep up this pretence, this play acting.

“I do believe your earlier statement about wet situations applies here, my good Lady. For certainly, this is the spot where the page must be inserted.”

“You have good judgement and good skill, my dear Sir,” I reply. “Do you feel it is time to begin the next step?” I ask.

He pauses, his fingers still engaged in their exploration. “I feel, kind Lady, that a few more minutes of preparatory work are necessary. We certainly do not wish to rush this job. Do you not agree?”

I was about to answer, but only a short moan of pleasure escaped my lips, for his fingers slipped further into the seam of my book, much deeper than I anticipated. It took all of my will at that point kartal escort not to place my legs around him and draw him forward. I could also see a similar struggle of wills on his countenance. When I felt I could bear no more, his fingers withdrew.

“My sweet lady, may I ask: Would you prefer to guide my page inward, or shall I perform that duty?” He moved forward, placing himself between my opened book. Naturally demure, I deferred to his judgment.

“Very well, then. Let us begin the process of insertion.”

Let me say that he took to the task with much energy and fervor, eager to practice, taking the page out and placing it in yet again–in and out, in and out. I was greatly pleased by his ardor and display of technical skill, and we both agreed to revisit…

A sudden knock at the open door caught Linda off guard. She placed the diary, still open, onto the desk before her and looked up at the man standing in the door.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“My apologies, Ms. Smith, for being late for our appointment,” he began, moving forward to her desk.

Linda racked her brains and then realized she had a 4:00 o’clock appointment with a Mr. Kuzy from LSC, Inc. to discuss the furniture for the new renovation. She glanced at the clock on the wall of her office—it read 4:46 pm.

Mr. Kuzy followed her glance, then turned back to her and smiled. “Again, my apologies. My plane was late and the cab driver had no idea where to go.” He offered her his hand. “My name is Christopher Kuzy.” He smiled again, warm and inviting.

Linda shook his hand firmly and offered her name in official greeting. “I, too, must apologize, Mr. Kusy. With all the work going on around here, the appointment completely slipped my mind.” She got up and went around the desk to better converse with him. As she did, she caught Mr. Kuzy’s eyes caressing her body from her deep brown eyes to her tip of her leather shoes. He did this surreptitiously, the warm smile still on his face. Linda did not let on to what she just saw.

“And, unfortunately,” Linda continued, “I must leave for an appointment in fifteen minutes.”

“That is disappointing,” Mr. Kuzy replied.

“Will you be here next Monday?” she asked.

“My flight leaves at 9:30 am on Monday,” he replied, and quickly added, “But I am here all day tomorrow and on Sunday, should either day be possible for you. It was my fault for being late.”

“Well, we can’t exactly blame you for the flight and taxi cab driver, now can we.” Linda was doing her best to be cordial, and while the library was not open on either Saturday or Sunday, the prospect of meeting with Mr. Kuzy tomorrow to finalize the furniture details was appealing.

“I am available to meet tomorrow morning, here at the Library, if that works for you,” she offered. Her mind was filled with images of Clarissa and her salesman. Linda could feel a blush rising up her neck to her cheeks, so she quickly suppressed the images and focused on the rather dull task of the furniture selection.

“Excellent!” Mr. Kuzy sounded ecstatic, more than expected. Linda took this as a positive sign that he was interested in more than just furniture. “How about 9:30 am, here, tomorrow?” he asked.

“Perfect.”

The two shook hands, and after a few professional “goodbyes” Mr. Kuzy departed. Linda began the process of locking up for the evening, and before departing, slipped the volume into her briefcase.

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At the time I was 31 and a hair-on-fire hot shot high tech manager, leading a department full of other bright people, happily married, or at least I thought so, and living a full and rich life.

I never thought of parties as great fun and didn’t especially like going to them anymore. This one was a little different. It was only for team members to celebrate finishing an important project. This team was small: there were a dozen of us, so Jack, one of the engineers in my group, decided he’d like to have it at his house. Jack had been divorced for three years; he was an easygoing and charming guy and making the most of being a bachelor. “Not married, but I’m going through the motions (wink wink)” was how he described his life style. His weekend parties were regular affairs: my wife Lois and I had attended some but stopped going about a half year ago. Besides, since I supervised these people maintaining a little distance socially was a good idea. Who wants to fire a friend?

The party was comfortable: we drank, talked, and were pleased with our accomplishments. Even though it was a Friday people began drifting off to their homes early. There wasn’t enough drinking going on – most limited themselves to a couple of beers – for me to be concerned about their safety. Finally only Jack, Suzie and Marsha, both of whom were programmers, and I were left. Jack was in a quietly intense conversation with Suzie, and I was having a great time talking with Marsha, learning more about her as a person than I knew about most of the staff. She was married, no kids, a degree in German of all things, and trained in programming. She told me her husband was a bit of a nerd but a really good programmer. That, she explained, was why she understood computers far better than most people with as little experience as she had. There was more to this soft spoken and lovely woman than I realized.

And she learned about me. “Sounds like your life is centered around your work, and your wife’s is centered around hers,” she said.

I thought for a moment then nodded agreement. “Yeah, Lois and I are career driven.”

“You should let your hair down more often; life is too short not to enjoy it.”

I agreed. “It looks like you do that,” I suggested.

“Pretty much,” she said. “The bad news is, my husband is a lot like you. He’s really career centered. Even if this party was for team members and their partners, I’d be here alone. What about you, would you be here alone, too?”

The fact was I would have been. Lois had been adamant in not coming to parties any more. “We’ve come to a few parties here, and Jack had been to our house a couple of times, but we stopped doing that a while ago.”

“Too bad,” Marsha said. “I guess I started coming about the time you stopped. There’s a time for work and a time for play. My husband did come a few times, but he stopped too.”

“Maybe I should come more often,” I said, thinking I’d have met this charming woman in a relaxed social setting months sooner.

About then Jack, who was sitting across the living room, stood up, and held out his hand to Suzie.

“Tom, Suzie and I are going up to my room. We want some privacy, and if we’re up there, you’ll have privacy too. Just pull the door closed when you leave, OK? It’ll lock by itself.”

I was this naive: my mouth fell open as they went up the stairs.

Marsha smiled at my expression. “I guess Jack and Suzie don’t think all work and no play is a good idea.”

“Uh, I guess not,” I said. My whole set of beliefs about Jack had just changed. I mean, Suzie worked for him! This could be big trouble.

“I guess you didn’t see the chemistry going on between the two of them.”

I confessed I did not.

“That’s funny,” Marsha said with a little smile on her face. “A little while ago, when I went to the bathroom Suzie was there and she asked if something was going on between you and me. She thought she saw some sparks looking at our body language. I sure knew something was going on between her and Jack: he can be the most charming and sexy man. . .”

“Oh? What did you say when she asked you about us? I mean, I like sitting here and talking with you, but I don’t know about sparks or anything. I mean, we’re each married and all that.”

“Well,” Marsha said, “I told Suzie you were being a perfect gentleman. . .”

“Thanks for saying that,” I interrupted.

“. . . but I had hopes that would change,” she continued.

“Wh. . . wh. . .what?”

“Oh, come on, Tom. We’re sitting here in a room that’s really romantically lit, and I think you’re a special guy, just as smart as anyone I’ve known, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss a man like you. I hoped you wouldn’t be a perfect gentleman. Am I being too bold? I guess I shouldn’t have said that, but it’s the truth.”

I was dumbstruck – this was all new to me.

Marsha saw my confusion and mistook it for rejection. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” she said.

“No, no,” I started to say, but somehow when she heard Escort bayan my protest she moved toward me, and I toward her, and lips met.

Oh, they were so soft, so gentle, so wonderful.

And they opened, it wasn’t just her lips against mine, there was a tongue there too, then two tongues and the intensity went way up, the kiss went from soft and sexy to straight passion, and somehow she turned so she was in my arms, almost sitting my lap. I hadn’t kissed a woman like this except for my wife in years. But wait: I haven’t kissed my wife like this for a long time, either.

This was wonderful. Why weren’t kisses at home as good?

It was easy to kiss at her ear and hear her gasp, then kiss at her neck and feel her lift up against my lips. She was reacting to my kisses – that was new, it wasn’t pro-forma, it was real! It was a human response to my clumsy kisses, a positive human response! I hadn’t experienced that in it seemed like forever. One part of my mind was wondering just what Marsha meant about Jack being such a sexy charming man, then my intellect turned off and more basic instincts, on.

Our lips parted. “Your husband. . .” I started to say.

“He doesn’t mind if I go out alone like this, it gives him time to do what he likes.”

“He doesn’t mind?”

My question wasn’t answered right then, lips got in the way.

A while later she explained: “we agreed we could each do what we wanted, our marriage is just, well, convenient. But, he always asks me what I was doing when I’m out, I think he’s a little bit of a voyeur.”

“You tell him?”

“Yes, sure, I tell him: I don’t sneak around behind his back, and besides, it excites him,” she said. “But stop talking, kiss me again. I’ve kissed other men, but none were as exciting as you are.”

So our lips met again, but one part of my brain was still considering what I just heard.

She tells him? It turns him on? I couldn’t imagine telling my wife I was kissing another woman tonight, I couldn’t do that in a million . . .

. . .but the kiss was too distracting for me to think about that now. I promised myself I’d think about it later, but for now . . . ah, the kiss, the kiss, I was lost in the kiss.

I was supporting her with one arm behind her back, my other one was on her waist.

Marsha was making small sounds, small delicious sounds, and probably so was I, and moments passed, those time warped moments, distorted moments.

“Oh, I love this,” she said and as lost as I was in her kiss I felt her hand close on my wrist and move my hand. She moved it across her hip, then guided it across her groin, over her skirt up to her knee, and down along her lower leg until my palm was on skin. I had wanted to do that or something like it but didn’t know how, and didn’t want to face rejection, or have her feel compelled to let me do what I wanted because I supervised her direct boss. But it wasn’t me, it was her, she was leading me! She moved somehow, and my fingers were on the inside of her leg, being moved upward to her knee, her skirt bunching around our wrists. She bridged a little, freeing up the full skirt just enough, and then helped me move my fingers over an incredibly soft and warm thigh, and closer, until I could feel moist heat as I cupped her there. I didn’t understand what I was feeling, but loved every sensation, every part of me felt alive in a new way: lips were more than lips, fingers more than fingers, all were connected, all were filling me with new sensations.

Our lips parted, and Marsha moved a little more and her eyes opened, and looked into mine, and she moved closer.

“I love the way you’re touching me, it’s so sexy, so erotic.”

I was having a problem with a weird idea. “You wouldn’t tell your husband about this, would you?”

“I tell him everything,” she said, and then her lips sealed against mine.

I was never in a place like this before, and didn’t know what to do. It would be best to stop. She pulled me closer and was hand against her, pressing it into that warmth.

“Tom, I’m wearing a teddy,” she said, both of her arms were around me now: my hand on her center didn’t need guidance any more.

I took advantage of her closeness, wanting her lips against mine, not understanding what or why she was telling me about what she was wearing.

She pulled away from the kiss a little, and I saw that her pupils were as large as any I had seen, they were fully dilated. The intellectual side of me noted the room wasn’t that dark, so that was most likely a pleasure response.

She whispered “It has snaps down there.”

Our lips met again, and I could feel the snaps under my fingers.

Another moment passed and I heard her whisper, “Tom, it’s OK, you can unsnap them if you want. I hope you want to, I want to feel you touch me. . .” It was instinctive: there were two little clicks as the garment opened, and then she said “. . . oh, like that!”

She arched against my hand and my fingers were in the softest and sexiest place they had Bayan escort even been, the most welcoming and warmest and lubricated place, and she was moving against me, her body against my fingers, and her lips against my lips.

I always hated not being able to take my wife to orgasm: “it’s a reflex, like a sneeze,” she told me more than once. “It’s not a big deal.” Marsha orgasmed against my fingers, and my wife was wrong, it’s a very big deal.

“So good,” Marsha said after a second one, or a third. “Better than I imagined it would be.” She pulled away a little. “But I’m being selfish. Now it’s your turn.”

She moved so that her head was in my lap, and her hands worked on my belt, then the clasp of my waistband, and her hand moved against my belly.

I had never felt a touch like that, not ever. Only my wife had touched me there, but this sensation was so different, so special, so good. Would she do more than touch my stomach? I wanted her to.

She moved again, whispered something about me lifting up, and I did, and somehow my slacks and briefs were at my ankles. I never thought there was anything the least bit sexy about having one’s pants down like that, but her touch, oh that touch, and then her hand was on my erection, and her head was in my lap again, and I looked down and saw those lips touch the underside of my cock while she looked up at me. My wife hadn’t done that in years!

She smiled the most lovely smile, and moved her head away a little, so that my cock traced down her cheek, towards her lips.

“I want you in my mouth this time,” she said. “Some other time I’ll want you in me, you can be in me, that’s a promise, but now, right now, I want this. . .”

And her mouth opened and took me in.

I remembered masturbating in the shower before I came to the party, just a quick automatic ejaculation – I did that a lot, it was more efficient than having sex with my wife. Now I was hoping that would increase my endurance. Earlier when we kissed I found her lips were exciting past what I had ever experienced. Then when I masturbated her, her orgasms set an even higher level of exotica for me. Nothing could have been sexier, I thought, but she proved me wrong. Her touch, the softness of her fingers caressing my cock drove the bar still higher. But her mouth on my cock – it was more intense than I can describe.

After too short a time I was out of control, and she knew it. She pulled away a little bit and said “Don’t be afraid, let go. Let it go. I want to be so exciting for you that you can’t control yourself. Give it to me, let it go, let me satisfy you for the way you satisfied me.” Then she took me in again, I could feel that deep throbbing, and heard her mutter “Yes, like that,” and I was in her mouth and she was stroking me, masturbating me, and I was ejaculating!

Later she smiled, wiping a little from her lips. “You were so gentle, my husband is so rough I don’t like doing that to him. Thank you, I loved it.”

A few minutes later we were lying beside each other in the warmest and most comforting embrace I had ever experienced. I heard her whisper “This is special. Tom, I hope there is a next time. I want to feel you in me next time.”

It was without thinking when I said “I want more than just one next time.”

Somehow we parted, and I drove home that night confused. What had happened?

“It was just a party, things got out of hand,” I told myself. But I didn’t believe it. There was a chemistry that was past anything I had ever experienced before. I wanted more, it was the single most addictive thing I had ever experienced.

It was a confusing weekend. What was happening to me?

At least my home life kept to its usual weekend schedule: I went to the lab, my wife took to her at-home office to edit some paper she was submitting. It shouldn’t be like this: we were room mates, not life mates.

This was a marriage?

I went to work early the next Monday, still confused.

Marsha was there already, that was early for her. “Tom? Can I have a couple of minutes?”

It wasn’t unusual for me to have conversations with team members. We got coffee, then went into the lab.

“About Friday night,” she started. There are times when I learned it was best to be quiet, and decided this was one of those times.

“Tom, don’t think badly of me because of what happened Friday night.”

“Think badly of you? I thought about you all weekend, but not badly.”

“I’m glad, but what happened there, we should probably leave there. It will only cause us problems otherwise. Let’s do it like they say in Las Vegas: ‘What happened there stays there.'”

It wasn’t what I wanted, but agreed that was the way it should be.

“Good. I want to go to work now, I don’t want people to see us together.”

I didn’t even think of that!

It wasn’t my most productive day at work, at least not professionally. I did spend time thinking bout how my life was going, and decided I wanted to change that right now. I sent Escort an email note to my wife. “Lois, we need to talk. Reserve tonight for that.”

It took the better part of a bottle of wine that evening to get things on track. She knew we didn’t have much of a marriage lately, and was afraid I’d want to leave it. “No, I didn’t want a divorce, at least not now,” I told her, resolving her biggest fear. “No, I’m not having an affair,” took care of another concern, “but it could happen to me unless something changes. For that matter, it could happen to you.”

I saw something, an expression, on her face when I said that. “Wait a minute. Has it happened to you? Are you having an affair?”

There was something wrong with the way she responded, something about the timing, or tone: “An affair? No, of course not.”

“Well, there’s something going on, Lois. What is it?”

“There’s absolutely nothing going on!”

“Let me change the question. Was there something that had gone on?”

We may not have had much of a marriage, but we didn’t lie to each other. “No, not really,” she said, hedging. “I never had an affair. Have you?”

“Never,” I said. That was technically true, wasn’t it? “But you said ‘not really.’ What does ‘not really’ mean?”

She took a deep sigh. “I should tell you, it’s been bothering me for months.”

Oh oh, this looked like it was going to be trouble. I learned a long time ago to not react to what someone was saying. That way everything comes out, and when the ‘data dump’ is complete that’s the time to figure out your reaction. It’s too late for anyone to pull back then. It’s like they say in court, “Once the bell has been rung you can’t unring it.”

“We haven’t had a serious conversation for a long time, so go ahead. You know you can talk to me, Lois.”

“Remember when we were going pretty regularly to those parties at Jack’s house?”

“Sure, we went to a few, but that was a lot of months ago.”

“Do you remember how Jack would often disappear for a while?”

“No, can’t say that I do.”

“Well, I was watching pretty closely. What would happen is he’d take one of the women upstairs for maybe 45 minutes, then they’d come down separately. He always looked cool and in control, but the ladies would have that “I’ve just had sex” look on them. I could smell sex on them, too.”

That got my attention. How could I have missed it? “Uh, I never saw that. Like, who would he take up? There weren’t that many single women around.”

“I remember a couple. One might have been, uh, Sharon, something like that.”

“We don’t have a Sharon – there’s Suzie: shoulder length brown hair, nice figure.”

“That’s the name. You introduced me to her, and to the other one I remember, the last time we went, was some married woman, her husband wasn’t there. Really pretty girl, slender, sort of red hair but not really, half way between reddish and blond, I guess. Uh, Marie, Mary, something like – oh yeah, Marsha.”

A knife just went into my stomach. “Marsha? Are you sure?”

“Tom, you look like you were just kicked in the belly. Yes, it was Marsha, I’m sure of – wait a minute: are you having an affair with her? Is that way you seem so upset?”

So much for my poker face. But I had this image of Jack standing up, taking Marsha’s hand . . . my Marsha’s hand, for God’s sake, and taking her up those stairs.

“No, no. She works in my group, even if I was going to have an affair it wouldn’t be with someone from work, that would be stupid.”

Jack WAS being stupid! It was high risk behavior, having sex with women he supervised.

But we were getting away from the subject. “What has any of that to do with you having something you wanted to tell me, something that had been bothering you for a while?”

“Well, at that last party Jack was flirting with me a lot, there was even some kisses, Tom, kisses in the kitchen and in the hallway. He is a very sexy guy, and he asked me if I would go up to his room with him. I told him I wouldn’t, and even if I wanted to you were there, you’d notice. He said you never paid attention to things like that, but if his timing was bad that night maybe he would call me some other time, and asked if that would be OK with me. Before I could answer that other woman – Marsha – came by, and they went off together, I thought about what it would be like to be with him like that, I mean sexually. I was raised Catholic and we were taught the thought was as bad as the deed. If that’s true, I had an affair because I thought about it. I shouldn’t tell you this, but he called a couple of times to invite me over there. He said he needed to borrow a cup of sugar, could I bring it over, or some corny line like that. I knew what he wanted a cup of, all right. He even joked about it, saying he promised although he might use the cup, he wouldn’t wear it out. And to be honest, I thought about it a lot. I never went, but I thought about it, about going up those stairs with him, and it excited me, a lot. I was afraid to go to any more parties there, because if he asked me again, I might have gone with him. Do you hate me for telling you?”

Now I had two images in my mind, of Marsha going up with Jack, and Lois going up. Oh God, they were sexy thoughts.

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Disclaimer: If you only like reading realistic things, please don’t read this. I only like to read and to write fiction.

All characters and facts are pure imagination. Everybody is over 18 years old.

Please read this story’s previous chapters to better understand this one.

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My stepmother’s behavior very much transformed since the day I caught her being fucked by my father’s stepsister. This was not the Mom I knew. She seemed like a totally different woman. Sheila began to wear more sexy clothes and to act like we two shared a secret. We two shared a secret, indeed. It was a terrible secret. She was totally different to the mom I knew. I began jerking off thinking of her.

*****

My best friend Peter came to watch a football game together with me. Sheila had knee length black leather boots with very high heels. They were close fitting and tapered at the knee, cutting away to behind the leg. She was also wearing black nylons, a mid thigh-length black miniskirt and a red top, revealing her belly. Obviously, she had no bra on and I could see one third of her wonderful tits. She played the perfect host that day. She brought us beer and popcorn, moving all around us all the time.

Peter noticed the sudden change about my mother. His eyes were stiuck to her shapely legs and turned his head to watch her ass when she was leaving the room. I couldn’t help myself to not stare at her legs too. I wanted to run out of the room and jack myself off.

When the game was finished, Sheila took place on the couch between us, crossing her legs, turning slightly toward Peter. This move caused her short skirt to slide higher on her slender, well tanned thighs. Peter could not remove his eyes from their smooth curves.

Obviously, Peter was delighted to have my mother so close to him. His eyes were glued to her perfect mounds, barely hidden by an outrageous cleavage.

“You have a beautiful body, ma’am!”

She tenderly caressed his cheeks. “You’re so cute! I see you are starring at my top. Do you think this cleavage is not appropriate for my age?”

“No, ma’am, infact I think it fits you very well!”

She arranged her breasts casually through the thin fabric that was covering them.

“My tits have grown up so much lately. I don’t know what I should wear!”

“Why?”

“Well, you know, when I was 20 years old, I used to complain that a cup B size was fitting me very well, because I knew that boys like big tits! That’s why I began to suck boys’ cocks. I liked cocks very much. Finally, I got to the point that I didn’t consider a date successful if I didn’t get to blow the guy off. As you might imagine, I became quite popular. And now I use DD cups and they are a little bit too tight! Two years ago I had only D cups!”

I was stunned. Was she drunk or something? I didn’t expect her to talk like that. She was using her all feminine charms to entice my friend. Peter accepted the game.

“I don’t see any reason for you to be worried. You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen!”

“You are so kind to tell me this” she purred, stealing a glance at his visible erection. “You love big breasts. Don’t you? “

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Oh, Alin! You and your friend are two adorable teenagers full of hormones. Does your friend jerk off for me too?”

“I beg you pardon?” he replied increduously. I was also shocked by her whorish manners. She whispered in his ear, but I could hear very clear every word:

“Wanna know a secret? I put this skirt and this top on this evening thinking it would give you something to jerk off to thinking about! I know what boys like …”

Do you want to see my naked breasts, Peter?”

“Of course, I would like to see them, ma’am! The boys like big tits, remember?” he answered jokingly.

She untied her pink top and removed it in a blink of an eye, fully exposing the most beautiful Bahçeşehir escort tits I’ve ever seen. She caressed Peter’s drawn jaw.

“Do you like my fat tits, Peter?”

He was too stunned to answer. Her little hand slide into his lap while her sparkling brown eyes hypnotised him. Sheila then stared pointedly at his crotch, smiling broadly. She pressed her voluptuous curves up against his body as she whispered into his ear…

“Just relax, Peter! Your naughty cock already answered my question! It’s alright now! Just put your hands on them, to feel their hot flesh. I bet you never touched breasts so big.”

His trembling hands cupped her creamy tits.

“Did you, Peter?”

“Did I what, Ma’am?”

“Did you ever touch breasts this size? The girls of your age usually have small tits.”

“No, ma’am!”

“No what, sweetheart?” she asked gripping his wrists tight and pushing his hands off her impressive mounds.

“I never thought I would ever touch tits as magnificent as yours!”

“How nice of you! What about you, Alin?”

“Wwwhat about me, Sheila?”

She leaned, and whispered softly.

“You watched me and your aunt while we were playing around. You certainly enjoyed the show because I was amazed by the quantity of semen you left in my bra. Now you have the wonderful opportunity to play with my tits. Are going to miss it?”

“Sheila, I can’t….”

She grasped my hands and pressed them against her silky frying skin, then pushed them away.

“Feel free to go wank yourself in your room, Peter! Go on, jerk off and tell me what you fantasize when you do it. It will be fun for your mummy”

I didn’t move at all. She freed my hands, but stuck again to her body. She pushed one sharp fingernail deep in my throbbing erection.

“You are a very, very horny stud, dear! You would like to touch your mommy’s breasts, don’t you?”

Suddenly, she rose from the couch and said, with her hands on her curvaceous hips:

“OK, boys, let’s put it like this! If you feel you are not men enough to please me, get the fuck out of here!”

An icy silence was covering the room. Not one of us moved an inch.

“I am much more experienced than both of you and I know what’s better for you!”

She took her place between us again and said with low sweet voice:

“From now on you will address me as “Mommy”. You will do whatever I tell you to. I only want you to feel good. Really good. Otherwise, you may go! “

“Kiss my breasts! Both of you, boys!” I felt a delicate hand rubbing my thigh. I froze. The hand moved upward toward my cock. I had a perfect hard on and the weight of her small hand was exciting me to the limit. We both started to kiss her beautiful tits. My large sweaty palms cupped Sheila’s swinging left breast, running my hands all over the smooth texture. I couldn’t believe how heavy yet soft they were.

I heard the sharp noise of Peter’s zipper.

Her hand sunk deep in his pants, relieving a thick shaft. Her fingers encircled his thick manhood. She started jacking his cock with long, slow strokes while he began to moan soundly.

“I need to see your boner!”

“You’re welcome…!”

“What a beautiful cock you have, Peter! I bet you are tasty as well”

“My cock is more sweet than chocolate, so feel free to taste it!”

She knelt in front of him, kissing down his base to his heavy nuts. She was still caressing my throbbing erection through my pants.

“Do you want me to keep doing this?”

All Peter was able to do was a weak moan of definite pleasure. But this didn’t seem to be obvious enough for her. She scooped one of his balls into her mouth and sucked it, then asked.

“Do you, sweetie?’

She tenderly licked his helmet, while starring in his eyes.

“Yes, ma’am!”

She quit licking and asked him.

“Yes Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan what?”

Annoyed by this painful interruption, he shouted “Ma’am, please keep sucking my dick!”

She digs her sharp fingernails in deep in the flesh of his balls and replied in feigned innocent voice “But I wasn’t sucking your cock, I just tasted it! Do you want me to suck your fat cock?

He barely managed to wail.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Oh, you like blowjobs, don’t you sweetheart… All the boys do…!”

“Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhh… it hurtssssssss……!”

She was keeping the unbearable pressure over my friend’s nuts.

“You know you’re supposing to call me mommy instead of Ma’am, don’t you?”

“Yes mommy!”

“Good boy!” she said kissing his engorged shaft and releasing him from the painful grip.

“Now, what do you want mommy to do?”

“Please suck my dick, mummy!”

As an answer, her lips gently encircled his swollen head for a few seconds

“Has any girl ever sucked it before Jimmy?”

“Just suck, it, pleease!”

I was very surprised to realize I had such an erection. Still sucking him passionately, she opened up the fly on my trousers and my cock sprung out. She wrapped her fingers around the base and slowly began to wank me.

“Don’t be ashamed, baby, mummy wants you to have a nice time, too!” she told me while trying to breath.

Suddenly, Peter began to grunt. His entire body was shivering. Sheila turned her face towards me and opened her mouth, filled with cum. She drunk it very slowly, enjoying its taste, looking straight in my eyes.

“Give me your precious seed, too, son! Mommy wanted to taste you since a long, long time ago!” Her warm, wet mouth slid softly over my painfully erect cock.

I exploded unexpectedly in the moment her sensual lips engulfed half of my shaft. I shot my entire load into her beautiful mouth. She then carefully used her hand to milk the final drops from my dick.

“Boys, do you think you could get your cock hard again? I’d love to do some more serious sex with you.”

We both boys had cum, but we were far from being exhausted, so we both said “yes”.

“Why don’t we go upstairs to make ourselves more comfortable?”

We went upstairs, in the master bedroom. We were completely naked by now.

“Lady, you are so hot every one I know wants to fuck you. You have the nicest tits I had ever seen on any woman of any age”, said Peter.

She then put her hand on his chest and pushed him down so that he was lying on his back.

“Just lie down and relax, sweetie! I want to lick all cum from your dick!” She turned her attention towards me. “Alin, please join us, sweetheart! Take me from behind, baby!”

I gasped.

“Don’t you like to please your horny mother” she said, kissing my burning cheek and stroking my hair. Her hand slid over my completely erect cock. I closed my eyes. I’m not sure how I managed not to cum right then.

“Good boy, good boy… Just put it inside me, baby! I know you wished for this since a long, long time! “

I had nothing to do but to listen to her. Her pussy was very slippery, so my entire shaft plunged deep in a blink of an eye.

“Ohh, your cock fills me so well! Com’on, baby, screw me! Dig harder! Deeper, baby! And you, Peter, just let me know when you are ready to cum, honey”

My fingers dig into her shoulders and soon we hear her cry out, facing a violent climax. I was surprised it occurred so fast. She was in no rush by then; we were under her complete control. It was obvious she knew much more than us about sex.

“Mrs. Sheila, I’m cumming!” Peter managed to say while receiving the most wonderful blowjob ever.

She tightened her hand around his nuts and bites his shaft. He screamed in pain and jumped away.

“What the fuck are you doing, slut?”

“I Escort Bahçeşehir told you to call me mommy, not Sheila or slut!” “Now, Alin, you’ve been doing sooo much work! Please lay on your back, sweetheart! Do me a favor and let me ride that big cock of yours! What a nice big cock you have!”

Peter retired on a chair to watch us.

She straddled my hips and instantly had my throbbing dick right at the opening of her vagina. I felt my cock being engulfed again in the hottest, sweetest cavity one could imagine. Our short hairs meshed as she bottomed out and began making little circular motions that ground her clit against my pubic hair. Then she began sliding up my shaft, and then plunging down again. As she pumped my cock in and out of her, I look up to her face. She was filled with passion and lust. I put my hands on her savagely bouncing tits.

Soon, she falls on my body, shivering of pleasure.

“Should I put your cock in my mouth now, honey?”

“Yes, definitely” I grunted.

She was a perfectly skilled cocksucker.

“Ooh, my baby, you have such a sweet cock!”

I couldn’t belive my eyes! My manhood suddenly dissapeared completely between her lips. Peter couldn’t help but watch the action and stroke his own cock. Soon she noticed him.

“Peter, you like to watch, don’t you?” She tried to articulate while slurping with her tongue on my cock head.

“I love looking at your ass from this angle.”

She moved her hands over to the side of her legs, and then she caressed her ass still wildly bobbing her head up and down my manmeat.

“You really like my ass don’t you Peter?”

“Yeah it’s awesome!”

“Why don’t you stop looking, stand up and stick that big cock inside me? Mummy is forgiving you!” He jumped, very glad to please her.

“Peter, dig deeper, honey, will you? Fuck me harder, baby! Yes, give me your cock! Give mommy your fat cock! Oh, your cock is soo good! Yes, keep fucking me! Yes, like that! Keep fucking your mommy! Good boy!

Her legs were trembling like hell, so she layed on her back, resting her calves on Peter’s shoulders. He began pumping instantly. My position was a little bit odd, but she managed to take my head in her mouth. She encircled her fingers around my shaft.

“Just fuck my mouth!” she said as her grip tightened on my dick. “You’re going to have a nice big cum for mommy…”

I put my hand on her neck, gripping her tight and pulling her face against my groin. My cock head reached deep down her throat.

She wrapped her legs around Peters’ neck, while I was deep inside her throat.

Still fisting my engorged penis, she asked my friend.

“You’re going to cum for mommy aren’t you, Peter…? Come on, sweetheart…!”

” Yessss…. Unnnnngh…!”

“Yesss!…Come on!… Give it to me…!… I know you can’t hold it anymore, baby…! Mommy wants you’re cum! Yess, honey! Just let it go! Let it go, give your mummy your seed, boy! Do you want to cum on my body?”

“YES!”

He started to pump faster.

“I’m close. Very close.”

“Good, shoot your cum all over me.”

He shot Sheila in the tits, spraying enormous blasts of sperm, then she grabbed his dick and empted his balls all over her body.

Her body was entirely covered with glistening jism drops.

“Now Alin, it’s time for you to cum, my sweet boy!” She said while jacking me off with long fast strokes.

“Come, on, I know you want to give me your cum, baby! I know you have such a pressure in your young balls! Just cum on my face! Mommy loves you, boy! Cum! Cum! CUM NOW!”

Her shout seem to be very effective, because I erupted like a volcano. The first spurts completely covered her cheeks, her lips and chin with cum. In a second, she imprisoned the jerking prick. Swallowing in time as my cock was jerking and my cum filled her mouth, she kept holding my cock captive in that warm, wet, soft opening until my spurting stopped.

“You guys are very promising! My pussy felt really great. I’m sure the girls will appreciate your very nice big dicks.”

“This fuck was out of this world!” I managed to say.

“Your mother is certainly a good fuck!” replied Peter.

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Mom , 30+ Years Ch. 06

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A few weeks after returning home, mom got a call that the apartment she was waiting a year or more to get was now available. A large brick home, with a very large upstairs the owners had turned into an apartment, and which we soon moved into. Mom put a lot of money into her very large bedroom. It had six large windows across the back of the house, with trees right up to the windows that provided privacy, with mahogany stained trim. She installed a white carpet and painted the walls eggshell white. “My” bedroom was a small room in the front of the apartment next to the bathroom. Another large bedroom became a “catch-all” room. A unique feature of this upstairs apartment was the closets that ran the length of the house on the front side and front corner. And the 12 foot wide, L-shaped, cedar closet that was in the middle of the apartment. This apartment was an outstanding place to live, indeed.

It took two solid weeks to prepare the apartment for our furniture. But, it did not hamper our ability to make it our own. We fucked on the toilet, in the very large bathtub, in the large closets, but found it difficult to breathe in the cedar closet.

The apartment had a door next to the cedar closet that led downstairs to the owner’s home, but mom paid visit, and with me making substantial noise around our apartment, we found that very little noise filtered downstairs.

We soon had the apartment filled with what little furniture we had and things pretty much returned to normal for the next five months or so.

I had always intended to return to the South and when school ended. I approached mom lying next to her one evening after our fuck session.

“I suppose, I’ll be cut off soon?” I queried.

“You must really think me a cold bitch.” Mom replied. “You think my bargain with you is like a paper contract that I will, or can, just tear up. I have given you more than just pussy, my dear boy. I have given you a part of myself as a woman. I could and have discarded and denied men, but as your mother, I could never deny you. Hell, you’d probably rape me anyway and who am I going to call.”

“You know I want to move south?” I said. “I already have an interview in Carolina.”

“I figured you would be leaving.” She replied, her voice beginning to quiver. “But I didn’t think it would be so soon.”

“The interview is not for three weeks.” I said. “And we need to discuss the car. I was hoping I could buy it from you?”

The following three weeks was like revisiting the first couple of months after mom and I became intimate. Mom fucked me like a mink. I admit I took advantage of her distress and requested my favorite position often, doggy style, and she showed little distress in assuming her least favorite position. I drove her to work and picked her up after work. We ate out almost every night and found something to do, movies etc. to keep from being in the apartment where we would talk about me leaving. On returning home, we showered together and fucked till the wee hours of the morning.

The two days before I left mom took off work and we went into The City. We left the hotel only to eat. The rest of the time spent sleeping or fucking, many times with mom crying as we fucked.

We agreed on a price for the car. Mom won, I got the car for nothing. I drove to Spartanburg, South Carolina for the interview. I didn’t get the job so I continued to Greenville and stayed with aunt Lois. Before heading for Virginia for another interview, I got the pussy that Micky had offered, twice. I got the job in Virginia and about two months later I was living with a girl, Gayle, kurtköy escort two years my senior.

Two weeks after meeting Gayle, we went to Williamsburg for the weekend. We had dinner, retiring to the motel room around 7:30 and after a shower, in bed no later than 8:30. We fucked until the eastern sky was beginning to brighten up. Also, she could suck a golf ball through a water hose and she did not shy at the cum in her mouth. I was being spoiled. I mention this only because it still makes me smile and I too still find it amazing. Also, to show you the kind of gal I had the good fortune to know for about six months, before I discovered what a slut she really was.

Within about 4 months or so my job took me to New York City and Gayle wanted to go with me to visit her mother in Montauk Point. This worked out quite well as we could spend the night with mom, I could deposit Gayle at her mother’s, and then take care of business in The City and return to visit with mom for a day or two. Needless to say, mom was not overjoyed with meeting Gayle but was overjoyed I was coming to visit.

We arrived at mom’s about 6:30 p.m. and I used my key to let us in.

“Hey mom, we’re here.” I shouted, as we climbed the 18 stairs to the apartment.

Mom met us at the top of the stairs and I introduced her to Gayle. Having prepared supper for us, we ate and sat around the table talking till about 11:30. I was not surprised that Gayle and I would sleep in separate beds, but I was a bit surprised that mom gave Gayle her bed to sleep in. The bed’s headboard sat against a classed double French door, and I figured that if I had a thought to wander mom had made it difficult.

Mom and I were up early as I was going to drive her to work. We left Gayle sleeping.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve bringing that bitch into my home.” Mom said, scorchingly as we rode.

“She found out that I was going to New York City.” I replied, defending myself. “She had already taken off work. How was I supposed to say no. It could have looked funny.”

“Don’t jerk my chain, sonny boy.” She returned. “Nothing would look funny. We learned long ago that people don’t look at us and think you’re fucking me. And you can bet that you’re going to give me a good fuck this morning before you go back and fuck that bitch.”

“The Agiston’s not home?” I quizzed.

Now, the Agiston’s had converted the basement of their home into a bedroom for mom when she was a lived-in, before she had gotten her own apartment.

We entered the home, mom shut off the alarm, and made a quick walk-through to make sure that all was as it should be. She returned to the kitchen and we made a bee-line down the steps to the basement. As I stripped, I watched mom remove her shoes, white uniform, slip, panties and bra. I admit, it was a bit of a shock. I had gotten used to Gayle’s 23 year old body and now there stood mom in her 43 year old glory. Her thighs were tight from her walking but they were larger than I remember. Did her tits always sag like that? And did her ass always have those dimples all over the place? But, life brightened up when she turned to face me and I saw that lavish bush between her legs.

I followed her to the bed and fell on her like a hungry beast. I attacked her breast, suckling hungrily. Turning her over, I nibbled on her ass and thighs. Finally, I turned her to her back. She spread her legs, reached for my rock hard erection, and when I felt the tip of my cock touch her pussy I shoved it in her, letting her yelp as it pulled hair going in. We broke into maltepe escort a frenzied rhythm, with her ass meeting my thrusts and the heels of her feet matching the rhythm on my ass.

“Aagggggggg! Fuck me, you big cock motherfucker.” Mom pleaded. “Fuck me until I can’t stand up. Fuck me hard, damn you.”

“I’m going to fuck your ass off.” I promised, as I hammered her pussy and forgot the thoughts of a few minutes earlier.

This bed was a bit higher than most and this was not the first time I had fucked mom here. I pulled out of her and grabbing her legs dragged her to the foot of the bed, bringing her ass to sit right at the edge. I promptly reentered her, pushing her legs wide and watching my cock pump into her as I stood at the edge of the bed. Mom lifted her head to join me in the viewing of our coupling. I slowed to a long stroke, moderate rhythm

“I’ve missed you so much!” She exclaimed. “You’re hard cock. Your cum in my belly.”

For many long minutes I fucked mom like this. Her neck would tire and she would drop her head back to the bed for a moment or two, only to lift her head again to stare at our coupling.

When the time arrived, my fingers massaged her mound, playing in the forest of hair, and my thumb found her Clit.

“Aaahhhhh! Soft, sugar.” Mom cried. “It’s so sensitive. Yes! Like that.”

I softly stroked and massaged mom’s clit as I slowly stroked into her, pulling almost out before pushing deep again. At one point, I stopped stroking and mom, desirous of the stroke, pumped her ass to keep my cock pumping into her. This brought me very close to exploding inside her as her action showed great desire on her part. A female in lustful heat.

Her body stilled momentarily as the orgasm seized her. Mom’s ass lifted as she came.

“Ohhhhhhh! Son of a bitch!” She bellowed. “FUCK ME! DAMN YOU, FUCK ME HARD!”

I did as I was commanded, grabbing her ass in my palms to hold them up so I could slam my cock straight into her. With her ass lifted up, her pussy sopping wet and desirous, I shot my load deep into her.

“YES! YES!” She shouted. “Fill it up! I feel it. I swear I feel it!”

I dropped onto her. We hugged passionately as I continue to pump into her, kissing her neck and face. After long moments, we stilled and lay silently in each other’s embrace.

“Come shower with me.” Mom said. “You can’t go home to Gayle smelling all funky.”

Mom cooked me a breakfast of ham and eggs before I left. She then walked me to the door.

“You know, I really hate the thought of you going home and fucking her.” Mom stated.

“You want me to move her to my bed?” I asked, not trying to hide the fact that I was definitely going to fuck Gayle when I got home.

“Oh! Hell no!” Mom replied, sarcastically. “We wouldn’t want her to think something funny was going on, now would we?”

“Funny, mom.” I reply.

I found Gayle drinking coffee when I entered the apartment. Sitting there in her nightgown with nothing underneath, I was instantly interested in getting her hot young ass into bed.

As she sucked on my cock, I wondered what she might think if she knew where my cock had been 30 minutes earlier. After getting me good and hard, she climbed aboard and I let her ride for a good while before putting her on her back and giving her a lengthy fuck.

We dressed and made the trip out to Montauk Point and I returned to The City for my work. Mom had to catch a bus home, with me not getting back to the apartment until about 9:30 p.m.

“You want me to cook.” mutlukent escort Mom asked. “Are do you want to take your Mama out for a late dinner.”

“Lets go to Teresa’s?” I proposed.

We walked to Teresa’s and enjoyed a great dinner. We returned home around 11:50.

Mom changed the bedding on her bed and we undressed and entered the bed naked as we always had. She accepted me between her legs, I entered her and we slowly fucked as we talked.

“I can’t believe you still can keep it up?” She said, somewhere in the conversation.

“Hey! I can still fuck you all night long.” I said, offense in my voice.

“And I can still let you.” Mom replied. “I bet Gayle is lonely in that bed all by herself with no warm cock in her. I bet I can still out fuck her.”

“Mom, you’re always going to have the best pussy.” I assured her.

“You still got some warm cum for me?” She whispered lovingly.

It took me a while, with her enjoying every moment of it, but yes, I still had some cum for her.

Mom and I had a day and a half to enjoy each other’s company sexually, but we managed to get out a bit and enjoy the Island, which was beginning to experience a population explosion. I was not going to be sad about heading south again.

About midday of the second day, I was showering in preparation for leaving. My plans were to pick up Gayle and make the drive back to Virginia nonstop. Mom had gone for a walk.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Mom asked. Knowing the answer, I could hear her already undressing.

I made room for her underneath the hot stream of water as she joined me. I began to massage and caress her body as she stood there before me.

“You study my body so hard.” She observed. “I hope you’ll always find it to your liking.”

“I’ll always love your body.” I reply, as I took her left nipple into my mouth.

“Are you going to miss me?” She queried. “You’ve got that little piece of tail to keep you warm and tuck you in at night.”

“I’m going to miss you terribly.” I replied. “I much rather prefer you to tuck me in.”

Mom reached down and began to toy with my cock.

“You cannot imagine how bad I miss having this around.” She stated. “I hate the thought of that bitch sharing your cock. Does she fuck you good?”

“She never says no.” I answered. “And she sucks my cock real good.”

“You cum in her mouth?” Mom quizzed.

“Every time.” I answered, in a challenging tone.

Mom reached outside the shower curtain, her hand returning with a towel, which she folded before dropping it to the bathtub floor. Kneeling on the towel, mom lightly kissed my cock before putting the head of it into her mouth. I watched her suck on my cock slowly, taking more and more of it into her mouth as she used her index and thumb to stroke the shaft. As I had fuck her earlier that morning, I hoped I could cum quickly if that’s what she intended. I also wondered if the hot water splashing on her back would hold out.

Long minutes passed;

“Mom, I’m going to come.” I warned, giving her a chance to eject my cock from her mouth. “I’m cuming! Aaggggggg!”

Mom began to gag slightly as she expelled the cum out around my shaft. I admired the woman, my mom, for her gameliness not to be outdone by another woman. She stood and I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close. She was still gagging.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” I whispered. “You don’t have anything to prove.”

“You don’t mean that.” She challenged.

“I do mean that.” I replied, as I slid myself down to take a prone position in the large tub. “Now come down here and feed me that pussy.”

It took a bit of maneuvering, but she quickly positioned her pussy over my face. Then, I had to contend with water flowing off of mom’s ass trying to drown me as I sucked and lapped at her lavishly covered pussy.

“You sweet, sweet man.” She moaned.

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They’d been together for three years now. Each year, he’d surprised her with something special for valentine’s day. The first year, it was a weekend getaway to a hotel with dinner & a Jacuzzi. Year two, private b&b with deliciously wicked porno on the telly. What would it be this year?

He was the first man she had ever known that she felt comfortable enough to share her fantasies with. Those deep, dark, private thoughts that a girl masturbates to when she’s all alone in her bedroom. Most women have them, but few will admit it to their partners. Neither had Kina…..until she met Marcus.

She loved to talk in bed. Dirty talk, that is; but she was afraid with him at first. She didn’t want him to think her a slut. (Well, not yet, at least). But the words, the words….when she was alone, just saying the words aloud was enough to get her off within minutes! Cock, pussy, cum, thrusting, pounding, slurping, sweet, juicy, slick, fuck, harder……mmmmm.

Marcus was the first man to talk to her in bed. To ask her what she wanted, to call her all the names she’d never asked anyone to call her – cumslut, bitch, whore….and still actually respect her in the morning! She was not only astounded, she fell in love.

She told him of her fantasies. Of being with another woman. Of being with two (or more) men. Of participating in an orgy. Of having every hole filled, and having cum poured all over her body. Never in her life had she made herself this vulnerable to a man. It was frightening, but exciting and intimate.

Marcus’ favorite color was purple, so Kina made sure to purchase something special at a local lingerie boutique. It was a deep purple velvet teddy, with underwires in the bra and satin ribbon to tie up the crotch. She knew he’d love it.

As she slipped on her black, lace-top thigh highs and little black silk dress, she imagined the exciting possibilities of the evening. What would he do this year?

She swept her shoulder-length red hair up into a French twist, applied her “Vixen” lipstick and outlined her eyes in smoky kohl liner.

“Mmmmmm-Marcus. You are in for a treat tonight,” she laughed as she kissed the mirror, slipped on her strappy high heels, grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to wait for him.

She danced down the stairs, humming “Fly me to the Moon…..” and dropped her purse on the table in the foyer.

As she danced her way toward the kitchen, she scooped up her tabby cat, Bruce, and sang to him.

“Mommy’s going out tonight with Marcus, Brucey…..but I’ll be back soon, don’t you worry,” she murmured as she scratched behind his ears.

“Not too soon, I hope,” came a voice from behind her.

Kina yelped and turned around. Marcus was standing behind her, looking delicious in a tuxedo, and with a dozen long-stemmed white roses in hand.

Kina put Bruce down, and ran into Marcus’ arms.

“Sweetheart! You scared me!” she laughed.

“Well, at least you look happy to see me,” Marcus chuckled, as he nuzzled her neck.

“The roses are beautiful! I’ll go put them in some water,” said Kina.

“Don’t be long,” said Marcus. “The adventure is only moments away.”

Kina’s eyes widened as she promised she’d only be a moment. She felt like a teenager! She continued to hum as she placed the gorgeous roses in a vase and filled it with water.

“Okay, I’m ready!” she exclaimed with delight and a smile.

Marcus held out his arm. Such a gentleman! Kina thought. She was so happy to be his date for the evening.

When they walked out the door, Kina gasped. In front of her house was a classic Bentley with a driver.

“Only the best for you, my love,” said Marcus.

Grinning from ear to ear, they walked toward the car.

“Ah, ah,” said Marcus. “One more thing.”

He pulled a length of silk from his pocket.

“The key is the surprise,” he said as he tied the length of silk around her eyes.

“But Marcus,” she pleaded, “How will I know where we’re going?”

“That’s really the point of this, my dear,” he chuckled.

As he helped her into the car, she thought she would faint from excitement. Her Valentine’s present must be something truly special for him to go to such lengths!

As they pulled out of her driveway, Marcus kissed her neck and whispered “You are incredibly beautiful, my darling.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “The feeling is mutual.”

They kissed, and she felt his fingers brush her thigh, sliding up her dress to the top of her stockings.

“Mmmmmm, stockings,” he whispered against her mouth as he kissed her softly, then licked her bottom lip and sucked it gently into his mouth.

He pulled her leg over his and touched the tender skin on her thigh that was not covered by lace. Her breathing Escort bayan quickened as his fingers slid up to the satin ribbon that held her teddy laced between her legs.

“A present? For me?” he asked, as Kina laughed and rolled her hips into his hand.

Marcus pressed his fingers gently against her clitoris and began stroking softly as he kissed her. In her already aroused state, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to cum.

“Oh yes, touch me, just like that,” she breathed into his mouth as she pressed her wet pussy into his fingers. Her clit was throbbing as his strokes became faster, bringing her closer to release.

“Cum for me,” Marcus whispered.

“Oh god, yes! Make me cum, Marcus,” she cried as she bucked her hips against his hand and came, groaning into his mouth.

Kina relaxed, panting onto the plush, leather seats of the Bentley.

“What a nice present,” Kina moaned.

“Oh, my dear, it’s only begun,” laughed Marcus as he pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

Kina blinked to regain her sight. The first thing she saw was the rear-view mirror in the front seat, and the driver’s lustful glance.

“Oh my goodness!” she said as she blushed furiously. “Marcus! I can’t believe you did that in front of someone else!” Kina had a hard time looking back into the mirror, knowing what the handsome driver had just seen.

“No worries, love,” said Marcus. “You’re beautiful when you cum. Isn’t she, Anthony?” he asked the driver.

“Yes sir,” said Anthony, looking at Kina in the mirror. “Very lovely, sir.”

Kina blushed and buried her face in Marcus’ shoulder. She was embarrassed, but also excited by the idea that another man had watched her cum. And a handsome one at that!

“Well, my dear, here we are,” said Marcus, looking out the window.

Kina looked as well and saw that they had stopped in front of The Charmeuse, the only 5-star hotel in the city.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed as the driver opened the door for them. She was overwhelmed. She’d wanted to stay in this hotel since she was 8 years old. She looked at Marcus in shock.

“Yes, my dear, I remembered,” he smiled at her.

As Kina turned to walk into the hotel, Anthony gave her an appreciative glance and a smile.

“Enjoy your evening, Sir, M’lady,” he said.

“Thank you, Anthony,” they replied as they walked into the hotel, arm in arm.

When they walked in, the scene was lovely. Roses decorated the wood and green marble décor in every corner.

“Shall we?” asked Marcus, as he led her into the ballroom for the annual Valentine’s Ball.

The next two hours were sheer bliss for Kina. They dined on filet and danced their hearts out to big band tunes. She was in heaven. She felt pampered, spoiled, cherished. Just what every girl wants to feel on Valentine’s day.

When they danced to “Fly Me to the Moon,” Kina swooned as Marcus kissed her passionately. She could feel his cock hardening against the low swell of her belly.

“Are you ready to visit our suite?” he asked, smoldering lust in his eyes.

Kina answered by smiling and kissing him softly, her tongue darting between his lips.

As they rode up in the elevator, Marcus grabbed Kina around the waist and pressed her against the wood-paneled wall.

Kina groaned as she felt his erection between her thighs. She pressed her wet pussy against him, remembering the scene in the car.

The elevator stopped, and another couple looked in.

“Going down?” they asked.

“No, not yet,” replied Marcus, buttoning his coat to hide his lustful evidence.

Kina knew she was flushed and looked away so she wouldn’t laugh as the doors closed.

They stopped at the top floor.

Kina’s eyes widened. “The penthouse??” she asked, incredulous.

“As I said, only the best for MY baby,” Marcus took her in his arms and danced her off the elevator, humming.

They stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway to the door. Marcus slid his key card and the green light came on.

When they walked in, Kina’s eyes widened as her hand clasped her chest.

“Oh, Marcus,” she breathed, “It’s beautiful!”

The suite was made up of three large rooms: The main room, which had plush velvet-upholstered sofas and floor-to-ceiling velvet curtained windows, showing a view of the city; a lush bedroom, with candles everywhere and a wide, comfortable-looking king-sized bed; and a bathroom (large enough to be a second bedroom!) with a two-person Jacuzzi and a stand-up shower.

Marcus picked up a small, black remote control and pressed a button. The curtains opened, offering a dazzling display of the city lights as the stereo clicked on, playing more Frank Sinatra tunes.

Kina walked Bayan escort around gingerly, feeling like a princess. She looked at the table near the sofa and saw champagne and strawberries waiting.

“Mmmmmmm! I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said as she picked up a strawberry.

Marcus poured two glasses of champagne and offered one to Kina.

“Oh Marcus,” she said. “I never expected……never believed you’d think of this!”

“Every word you speak is burned into my memory,” he murmured, as he pulled Kina to him and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder.

They toasted to eternal love and kissed. Kina was so enraptured, she became lost in the moment. As their passion grew, Marcus took both of their glasses and set them down.

He scooped her into his arms and walked toward the bedroom.

“I can’t wait to taste you any longer,” he whispered huskily.

Kina was in heaven. She was with the man she loved in the loveliest hotel in the city. Could life get any better?

She’d thought that Marcus was taking her to the bedroom, but he carried her towards the bathroom. When they walked in, Kina saw that their were candles lit all around the tub filled with scented bubbles.

He set her down gently and undressed her, starting by kneeling at her feet and removing her high heels. He nuzzled her between her legs as he rolled down each stocking. Seating her on the side of the bath, Marcus got to his knees and slid his hands up her thighs, parting them and breathing onto her already moist pussy.

Kina sighed and put her arms on each side of her to balance, as Marcus licked playfully at the folds of her labia. When his tongue finally teased her clit, she jumped as if electrified and grabbed his shoulders.

“Oh, yesssss,” she moaned. His tongue swirled gently around her clit, making it swell and burst through it’s soft little coat. Marcus took her clit between his lips and drew his tongue underneath, applying pressure to both sides. He knew she was getting close to cumming.

Kina bucked her hips into Marcus’ lips and tongue, and cried out, “God yes, lick my pussy! Make me cum in your mouth!”

Marcus hummed into her and sucked her clit between his lips. Kina threw her head back and let loose a gutteral moan as her cunt convulsed and poured nectar onto Marcus’ face and hand. She collapsed over him, pulling his head up to her belly and kissing his hair.

Afterward, Marcus helped her step into the bath and bathed her gently. “I can’t wait for you any more, take me now,” Kina purred.

“Yes ma’am!” Marcus laughed as he wrapped a towel around her and scooped her into his arms.

In the bedroom, Marcus sat on the bed and pulled Kina onto his lap. He kissed her mouth as he pulled her towel open and licking gently between her breasts. When his mouth reached her nipple, she gasped. She was so aroused at this point, that the slightest touch made her wet with desire.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Kina looked at Marcus, puzzled.

“Room service,” he said. “Be right back.”

Kina smiled, finished drying herself off and arranged herself on the bed. She wanted to look irresistible when he returned.

Marcus walked back in the room and said, “Where were we?”

“Where’s the room service?” Kina asked.

“I left it in the other room,” Marcus said. “I’d like dessert first,” he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at her and produced a length of satin from behind his back.

“Ooooooh, what’s THAT for?” Kina whispered and batted her eyes.

“You’ll see….or not, as the case may be,” chuckled Marcus.

He covered her eyes with the blindfold and told her to sit on her feet, knees spread. Kina obeyed. She heard him walk away, close the doors and walk back to her. Then she heard his zipper.

Kina licked her lips. They’d played this game before. He liked a little control, and she liked letting him be in control. And how she loved his cock. Seven inches, thick and straight as iron.

She felt the head of his cock being rubbed across her lips. Kina opened her mouth and licked around the head. Damn, he tasted delicious. A sort of woody scent mixed with the saltiness of his skin and the sweetness of precum. She opened her mouth wider and sucked as much of the length as she could into her mouth and throat.

“Mmmmmm, that’s nice,” she heard him say. “Suck that cock well, my little cumslut.”

Kina moaned with his cock in her mouth. He knew how much she loved his dirty little pet names when she was giving head. She reached up and took his cock in both hands, stroking it while moving her head in small circles and swirling her tongue up and down the shaft of his cock.

She felt him get harder and the head of his cock twitch. She knew he Escort was close to cumming. So she stopped, pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked it from base to tip, then sucked him deeply into her throat and stroked his cock with her hand slick with saliva and precum.

“Oh, yeah, yes, just like that, you little whore!” he screamed as pumped his hips into her face and shot streams of cum into her warm, waiting mouth.

Kina swallowed it all and licked him clean. His cum was sweet, almost sugary. She loved the taste of it.

“What would you have me do now, lover,” she asked him, sitting back obediently onto her heels, gyrating her hips suggestively.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “On your knees, now.”

Kina shivered and whispered “Yes sir,” as she turned around onto the bed. He put a pillow in front of her for her head as she spread her knees and wagged her hips high in the air toward him. Letting him know how very much she wanted his cock.

He moved toward her, offering light touches on her buttocks and thighs, then smacking her bottom, hard. Kina jumped and squealed. She hadn’t been expecting that!

“Don’t move, slut,” he said.

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” she panted.

She felt his cock slide over her skin. Up one buttock, across, his fingers teasing playfully against her anus and pussy. She did her best to hold still under his torturous attentions.

Kina moaned and begged, “Please, please, fuck me. Please! I need you to fuck me!”

“I love it when you beg to be my whore, Kina,” he chuckled.

“Mmmmm, yes, I’m yours,” she moaned as she pumped her hips toward him.

Suddenly, his cock plunged into her, hard and definite. Kina gasped as he grabbed her hips and held himself inside her. Finally! She felt filled, complete, and very close to orgasm.

He didn’t move for what felt like an eternity. Kina whimpered and tried to move her hips, but he held tightly. She felt his cock twitch inside the walls of her cunt. She gripped him with her pussy, clamping down again and again, until he complied with her unspoken wanting and began to slide, slowly, in and out of her.

It was languorous, sweet, and entirely too slow for her liking. She tried to encourage him by moving faster, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Damn it!” She screamed. “Fuck me, now! Pump me hard with your big fucking cock and make me cum!”

“Anything for my lady,” she heard him laugh.

She felt his grip tighten as he thrust into her, hard and deep, pushing her into the bed, slapping his body against hers. Slamming her, driving into her, pumping her full of the hard cock she’d desperately begged for.

“Do you like that, you fucking cumslut? Is this what you wanted?” he said.

“Yes, yeeeesss, oh god, fuck meeeeeee!” Kina screamed as she clamped down on his cock and poured her cum all over him, splashing his thighs and her own in the process.

Still, he pumped into her, now placing his thumb against her anus and stimulating her. Kina reached down and held her fingers against her clit, allowing the motion of being fucked hard to vibrate her hand against the swollen button.

“Oh, oh, oh, don’t stop fucking me, pleeeeease don’t stop,” Kina begged as she built to another orgasm.

He kept going, pumping into her, the blindfold sliding down her face from being thrust into so hard. The black satin was in the way, so Kina ripped it off her head and threw it aside. When she opened her eyes, she gasped.

Reflected in the mirror, she saw Marcus. Not behind her, but next to the bed, stroking his cock. Looking up, she saw that it was Anthony, the driver who had brought them to the hotel, who was pumping his large dick into her cum-loving pussy.

The sight drove her insane. She pumped her hips into Anthony and told Marcus to come to her. She grabbed his cock and greedily sucked it into her mouth. She was in heaven! Two beautiful men with beautiful thick cocks and they were all hers!

Marcus moaned and said, “Yeah, that’s it, baby, suck that cock, get fucked, you little bitch, you love it, don’t you!”

“Oh god, oh god, yessss,” cried Kina as she sucked Marcus back into her mouth, feeling Anthony’s cock thicken inside of her.

“Give me your cum, Marcus,” she growled. “I want you and Anthony to both cum inside of me.”

Marcus could stand it no longer. He roared like a lion and shot his load into Kina’s mouth. Rope after rope of sweet, sticky cum.

Kina went mad, screaming her orgasm around Marcus’ cock as Anthony yelled, “I’m cumming!”

She came again, with Marcus’ cock still in her mouth and Anthony pounding his juice deep into her hot cunt.

Marcus pulled out of her mouth and kissed her passionately as Anthony leaned over her back, spent, and planting kisses along her spine.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” asked Marcus with worry in his eyes.

Her eyes got wide as she laughed loudly. “Are you kidding me?” she asked. “This is the best Valentine’s Day ever!

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Mom And I Become Lovers

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As the only child of a single mother I was living at home with her after I graduated from high school. It was the summer between high school and college and I was going to be living at home going to a local college in the fall.

It was a week past my 19th birthday and I was wearing some nylon running shorts and a tank top with a loose fitting jock strap on underneath. I was relaxing in my bedroom reading a book when my mother came home from work. As she greeted me she just as calmly said;

“So how long have you been getting into the lingerie drawer in my dresser?”

“What?!” I answered.

“How long have you been going into my lingerie drawer when I am not at home?” She replied.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I said slowly.

“Oh come on now. It’s okay. I know how I fold my panties and slips when I do the wash and I am very aware when they are not folded the same when I go to put them on after I have put them away.”

“I’m still not sure what you are talking about.” Was my response.

“Tommy. Please don’t lie to me. I know you are enjoying yourself in my panty drawer. It’s time you let me know.”

“And you will not be mad?” I answered.

“I’m not mad. I’d just like to know when I put on a fresh pair of panties in the morning that they are indeed “fresh.” Said my mom.

“You’re right. I have been going into your lingerie drawer.”

“Do you wear it? Have you ejaculated in it? Just what are you doing?” She asked.

“No, no. I haven’t cum in it. In fact, I am not aware that I have ever cum in my life. I have had wet dreams but that is all.”

“So that’s why I haven’t seen any girls in your life.” Said mom.

“Well that’s not the reason. It’s just that I haven’t found one who interests me. Playing with your panties and slips is a way for me to relieve that tension.”

My mother was dressed in her work clothes from the day. She had a dress that came just below her knees with a skirt that flared out a little bit indicating to me she had a lite petticoat on underneath it. I knew she always wore very pretty vintage style lingerie under her work clothes because I was so familiar with her lingerie drawer.

“Let’s stop you from having all that tension. Come with me into my bedroom. I want you to watch something.” Said mom.

I was hesitant at first but I got off my bed and followed her into her bedroom.

“Stand right here.” Said mom as she pointed to a spot on the floor next to her bed. She was in front of me next to her dresser that had a mirror over it.

“I want you to watch as I undress from the day. You can learn how girls dress to get noticed.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I’m sure. Just do as I say and start by unzipping my dress down the back.” She directed.

I unzipped her dress and was correct in my assumption she was wearing a lite petticoat as it came into view at the bottom of the zipper. She was wearing a nylon and lace camisole on top. All of her lingerie was bright white.

“Now take a step back and don’t say a thing, just watch.” She instructed.

I did as she asked as she let her dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and threw it on the bed. She put her hands in the waist band of her petticoat and slid it down her legs. As she stepped out of it she tossed it onto the bed also. She had on full cut nylon and lace panties with a garter belt on over them. She unhooked the clips on her garter belt from her stockings and then unhooked her belt from behind before tossing it on the bed. She took off her camisole next and then rolled her stockings down her legs and pulled them off. I could not hide the fact that I was quickly getting an erection watching her do this in front of me.

“That’s a good sign. I see you’re enjoying what I’m doing. Slide off those running shorts and let’s see what’s going on between your legs.” She said as she pointed to me.

I did as she asked and my penis was stiff and sticking straight out in my jock strap.

“Oh this is silly. Take off your tank top and drop that jock strap. Let mommy see what you’ve grown into.”

I did as directed. I was totally naked.

“That’s a really big penis you’ve got there, and it looks thick too! A real man’s cock should be thick for a lady.” Said mom.

“You look very pretty in your bra and panties.” I managed to squeak out.

My mom always wore full cut nylon and lace panties. I had worn them too when playing in her lingerie, but she filled them out much better than I did. She had a beautiful satin and lace bra on covering her 34B breasts.

“Well we can’t just have one of us naked. Let me join you.” Said mom.

With that she first unhooked her bra and let it fall forward revealing her nicely sized breasts. Her nipples were big and round. She tossed her bra on the bed and then went to the waist band of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She was completely nude in front of me, and as was the custom in those days, had a pubic area with a thick black bush of hair.

“There we are. Mommy is naked in front of you and you have a rock hard penis. Does that mean you are finding mommy sexy?” She asked slyly.

“I pendik escort find you very sexy. Your breasts are beautiful. Your nipples are huge. Your crotch looks damp.” I said as my penis throbbed in front of us.

“Well, your erection has me a little excited, and my pussy lips are a little wet. But enough about me, Why don’t you come over here and let me watch you pick out a pair of panties you want to wear.”

“Really? You want to see me wearing your panties? I asked.

“Oh that’s just a start honey. Mommy has some fun plans for you.” She said as she smiled.

I did as she instructed and selected a pink pair of panties with lace around the leg openings and the waistband.

“Well go on. Let mommy see you put on her panties. You’ve wanted to show someone haven’t you? It’s just you and me in the bedroom. Let me see you in my panties.”

I stepped into the panties and pulled them on over my throbbing erection. A tiny wet spot of pre-cum was visible on the panties at the tip of my penis.

“Look what you’re doing…….don’t you cum in mommy’s panties.” She said sternly.

“I don’t cum……….I mean I don’t think I can cum. I’ve never cum in my life. I don’t think I am physically capable of doing it.” I stammered out.

“Really……………………….Maybe you do belong in panties then. If you can’t cum you’re more like a girl than a boy.” Said mom.

As she said this my penis immediately began to soften and shrink in the panties.

“Oh look……Your little girl is starting to show. You’ve lost your erection. That’s mommy’s good little girl, my panties will fit you better now. Why don’t we pick out a nightgown for you to wear in bed tonight.”

As my mother opened the closet door I spotted the pale pink long sleeve nylon and lace nightgown that was my favorite.

“Which one is your favorite?” She asked.

“I like the long sleeve pale pink one.” I replied.

“Oh, that’s a long one and very pretty. Here I’ll get it for you.”

My mother was still completely naked as she got the nightgown and slipped it over my head and let it fall down my shoulders.

“Wow, you look so pretty! And there isn’t anything sticking out between your legs. You make an excellent girl.”

“I love to look like a girl. It gives me a sexual charge.” I said to my mother.

“Well I’ll tell you what. Tonight, instead of you in your room and me in mine, I want you to sleep with me in my bed. We’ll be two girls on a sleep over.”

“You’ll be in a nightgown won’t you?” I asked.

“Of course. And a pair of panties also. Why should we sleep alone when we have each other?” Said mom.

My mother had been standing in front of me totally naked for so long it was becoming natural for me to see her this way. I almost wanted to tell her to stop when she went about selecting a full cut pair of white nylon and lace panties and pulled them on with a pale blue long nightgown loaded with lace and nylon over them.

“I’m going to call you Tammy when you are dressed as a pretty girl.” Said my mother.

“Okay. I guess that’s alright.” I replied.

“So Tammy, pull back the covers and get into my bed. I’ll be back in a second after I freshen myself in the bathroom.”

I did as she asked and got in bed under the covers. The feeling of my nightgown on my panties was wonderful. The nylon sliding across my nipples also gave me a thrill. My mother returned to the bedroom and climbed into bed next to me. As she turned out the light we both just relaxed on our backs and I had no idea what she had in mind next.

“So Tammy…….would you like to stroke my breasts?” Asked my mother.

“I would like that.” I replied.

“Slide your hand over my nightgown and feel my breasts and nipples. My nipples are extra big right now.” Said mom.

I did as she asked and felt her full breasts under the nylon and lace of her nightgown. Her nipples were big and plump and growing larger as I gently stroked her.

“That’s a good girl! Only another girl could understand how a woman enjoys the slow stroking of her breasts. You are really making me feel sexy.” Said my mother.

I kept stroking her breasts as we pulled closer together in bed. She began to slow her breathing and let out little sighs with each stroke of my hand.

“Tammy honey, I’d like to kiss you while you stroke me. Is that okay with you?” She asked.

“Yes. Tammy would like to kiss you too.” I replied.

With that my mother’s lips met mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth as we began a deep and long tongue kiss. I felt my penis getting hard in my panties and I tried to stop it but it was no use. We tongue kissed in a most passionate way for several minutes as our bodies came together in a very intimate cuddle. As I continued stroking her breasts, I felt my mother’s hand sliding down between my legs as she began to feel my erection. My penis had gotten very hard and thick.

“Ohhhhhhhh………..Tammy honey, you have a really thick, hard penis between your legs!” Said mom.

“I’m really sorry about that mom. I can’t control sancaktepe escort it. The feeling of nylon and lace against my body and kissing you and stroking you in your nightgown has given me a really hard cock.”

With that my mother kissed me deeply again and then pulled back and said;

“It’s okay honey. It’s physically normal for you. Put your hand between my legs and you’ll see what I mean.”

I did as she instructed and slid my hand up under her nightgown and between her legs. When I felt the nylon and lace of her panties they were soaking wet.

“Oh, excuse me mom. Did you wet your panties?” I asked.

“No baby. It’s what happens naturally when girls become sexually excited. The lips between my legs plump up and get very wet in anticipation of a rock hard penis sliding between them. It’s what makes a penis ejaculate. Would you like to put your hard penis inside mommy’s wet pussy lips? I’d really like it if you did.”

“I’ve never done that to any girl before. I don’t think I am physically capable of ejaculating because I never have.” I replied.

“Oh that’s okay. And not being able to ejaculate is even better! I won’t have to worry about getting pregnant. But I would love to feel your big thick penis inside me. Can you pull down mommy’s panties slowly and I’ll tell you what to do?”

My cock was harder than it had ever been and it was throbbing with every beat of my heart. I was too sexually excited at the moment to concern myself with the fact that my first ever sexual intercourse experience was about to take place with my own mother. And while I was dressed as a girl!

“I want to make you happy and I want to feel my penis inside your body. I’ll gently slide your panties off and you tell me what to do next.” I said breathlessly.

If it was possible, her panties had gotten wetter as I reached for the waist band under her nightgown and began to pull them down her legs. I helped pull them off her feet and as I did this she began to spread her legs wide open forcing her nightgown up to her waist.

“Gently slide your finger between my legs and tell me what you feel.” Said mom.

I did what she asked.

“I feel you being very wet. And I feel a rock hard bump at the top of your lips.”

“That’s my clitoris. It gives me extra sexual stimulation. Rub your finger over it.”

I did as she asked as she gasped for air.

“Oh baby………..that feels so good! You are good to your mommy. Now lift up your night gown and take off your panties. I want to feel that big thick cock of yours.”

Again I did as she instructed.

“Now get on your knees between my legs and I’ll guide your penis inside my pussy.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” I said with a little hesitation.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of honey. You and I are going to enjoy each other as we fuck.” Said my mother.

As she was saying this she reached out and gently put her hand around my cock. She began pulling it toward her and I felt the helmet of my penis touching her wet pussy lips. She slid the head of my cock up and down her soaking wet lips and then in an instant she inserted my erection inside of her waiting vagina.

“Oh my God, you are huge!” She said as she gasped.

“I’m inside of you mom and you feel really good to me.” I replied.

“Come deeper inside me baby. And remember not to ejaculate.” She said.

“I told you mom, I can’t ejaculate. I’ve never been able to do it in my life.” I responded as I slid deeper inside of her until our bodies met each other. We were in full sexual copulation.

“You see. I’m not able to ejaculate even though my penis is all the way inside you.” I whispered.

“You’re not done yet honey. Without pulling out of my pussy, slowly pull back your cock and then push it all the way inside me again.” Instructed my mother.

I did as she told me to. I pulled back once and pushed forward once.

“That’s good baby. Now do it again and again and a little bit faster each time and see what happens.” Said mom.

I kept doing as she asked and felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. My cock was getting harder and straighter. Our pubic bones were touching as I plunged my swollen, hard cock in and out. My mother was gasping for breath as I felt her vaginal lips tighten around my penis.

“Oh God…..Oh God! I can’t get enough of your cock! You are fucking your mommy and I love it!”

As she said this I had a feeling quickly come over me that I had to pee. I did not stop thrusting I just leaned into my mother and whispered in her ear;

“I’m going to pee and I can’t stop it.” I said quickly.

“That’s not pee! Pull out!, Pull out!” Said my mother in a panicked voice.

I was in the middle of thrusting forward while all this was happening and I instantly felt my penis squirting a stream of liquid quickly as my muscles contracted around my groin.

“You’re cumming! You’re cumming! Honey, pull out now!” Said mom loudly.

I pulled out as quickly as I could and my penis was still shooting out thick white cream that landed şerifali escort on my mother’s naked crotch. Since I had never ejaculated in my life I had a very heavy load of semen built up.

“I felt you cum inside me! Your sperm is in my vagina! You could get me pregnant! I don’t want to have a baby. I’ve got to douche right now and hope our fucking doesn’t make a baby.” Said mom.

She got out of bed quickly and went into the bathroom. In a few minutes she returned to bed and slid in next to me and began tongue kissing me deeply. I returned her kissing as I stroked her breasts through her nightgown. As she and I cuddled she whispered;

“Well, at least we know now you can ejaculate.”

“I have never done that. I’m sorry I didn’t know I could. And now the first time I have ever done it, I was inside my own mother.” I said meekly.

“It was okay honey. I really enjoyed you cumming inside me. I had two orgasms when we fucked. I’m going to have to start taking birth control pills since I don’t want a baby, but I do want us to have intercourse on a regular basis.”

“It really felt good when I came inside you. I’m looking forward to the next time we make love.” I said.

“I always want you wearing lingerie when you fuck me. I’ll lay it out on the bed for you and help you put it on before we get into bed together.” Said mom.

“I love wearing your panties and your nightgowns, but your bras are a little big for me.”

“I’ll go out tomorrow and buy you some training bras. They will fit you tightly and you’ll love the feel.” Said my mom as she again began to kiss me and thrust her tongue into my mouth.

Since I was in my late teens, my ability to have an erection quickly after having intercourse was in full swing. As my mother continued to tongue kiss me and our tongues danced together I felt my penis getting hard inside my panties.

“I’m getting an erection again mom.” I said as I started to breathe heavily.

“Oh baby, let me feel your cock. Is it hard enough for you to fuck me again?” She asked.

As my mother stroked my penis through my panties she could tell I was hard enough to enter her again.

“You are really hard honey! I’m sure you can fuck me again. I want you to do me again baby. I’m so turned on by you! This time keep your panties on. I’m going to pull your cock out of the leg hole of your panties and I want you to lie on your back.”

I did as she instructed and she pulled her nightgown up and put her knees on each side of my body as she straddled me. She let her nightgown fall down and it covered my hard cock and her wet pussy. She reached her hand under the nightgown, grabbed my cock and put the tip of it into her vaginal lips. Then she quickly lowered her body toward me and completely engulfed my erection in her body. With our pubic bones touching I felt her pussy muscles squeezing my cock and then loosing, then squeezing again. It was as if she was milking my penis with her vagina.

“Oh my God……..I’m going to cum again!” I said in a loud voice.

“Let it come baby. I’ll douche again to get it out, but in the meantime fill your mommy with your semen.”

As she said this my penis squirted a stream of cum even thicker than the first time. I gasped for breath with each squirt and I let go of three thick streams of cum. My mother did not pull off; she pushed down on me tighter as I unloaded my ejaculate deep inside her.

“Oh darling……..You can really cum! I feel you so deep inside me! I love you in your nightgown and panties cumming inside your mommy.”

With that she lowered her face to mine and we kissed a really deep long tongue kiss as we were tightly mated together at our genitals. Again I felt her vaginal lips squeezing me. She relaxed and laid on top of me with my penis still deep inside her. We stayed joined this way for at least the next five minutes as I softened ever so slightly.

My mother whispered in my ear; “I’m going to pull off now and clean off. But I want you to know this was the best fuck I have ever experienced. I want to fuck you again and again. Please tell me you want to fuck me too.”

“I want to fuck you more than ever!” I replied quickly and surprisingly so.

“That is so wonderful. You and I are perfect lovers. But I only want you dressed as a girl when we fuck. It really adds to the excitement.” Said mom.

In the weeks and months ahead my mother and I had sexual intercourse with each other no less than five times a week. I always ejaculated a full load inside of her and she never became pregnant. Our sex life continued for the next three years. My lingerie wardrobe grew too as she bought me very pretty items to wear when we fucked.

I managed to meet a girl and ask her to marry me. My active sex life with my mother in a way caused a disappointment in me when having sex with my girlfriend. The sex was good, but it was not as good as when my mother and I fucked.

Still, my girlfriend said “yes” and we set a date for our wedding. We were living together for a year before the wedding and sexual intercourse with my mother fell to nothing. On the night before my wedding my girlfriend spent the night at her mother’s to get ready for the big day. I spent the night in bed with my mother. We had full blown intercourse three times over a seven hour period. It was the most intense fucking I had ever had. The night before my wedding my mother and I fucked as if it would be the last time ever.

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Jean-Yves could not stand receptions. He did not derive any pleasure from the small talk and the shallowness of exchanges, and he was put off by the artificial politeness that accompanied welcomes and introductions, the unspoken lines of taboos when it came to topics of politics, religion, and anything else covered under the umbrella of political correctness. Foreign-born and with a senior position in an international financial institution, he resigned himself to the fact that, for professional and social reasons, he had to attend some of them and make the best effort of pretending he enjoyed himself.

This Saturday was another of those nights. Not only did this reception interfere with his plans to escape the city for at least the weekend, but also was this a particularly formal event. American East Coast aristocracy, wealthy and conservative, the type of golf club (fiscally conservative, socially liberal) Republicanism that had long fallen victim to Reagan’s art of communicating politics in black and white (or good and evil) and later to the influence of Christian fundamentals, which Buchanan had invited four conventions ago. This was a black-tie event of the type that reminded him of a bumper sticker that he had seen several months before: “Pretend it’s all alright.”

So, on this sunny Saturday afternoon, rather than enjoying the peacefulness of his weekend house, he headed for the shower, shaved, and started to look for his tux and cufflinks. In fact, he had put so much shaving cream in his hand that he decided he might as well shave off all his pubic hair, a habit that earned him periodic comments at his health club. It had been a while. This little touch of androgyny, he enjoyed immensely, apart from the fact that, not currently being in a relationship, his particular attention to his outward appearance helped him to maintain an optimistic outlook, notwithstanding the fact that it was mainly his hand that currently provided for the needed release.

The reception took place in one of the old, sand stone city mansions, with heavy wood inside that appears to breathe the cigar smoke of decades past. He would bring, as his official date, a long-time acquaintance of his, Charleen, who is a renowned newspaper editor and the author of an influential book on US American relations with the countries Rumsfeld had labelled “new Europe” a few years ago. She was in a long-time lesbian relationship that she did not want to advertise, and they had a standing arrangement for these types of formal events. Both fuelled rumours as to the nature of their relationship, steadfastly refusing to confirm their friendship was strictly platonic. He adored her, and they spend much time together, including some holidays, feeding on their respective views and varied experiences. She was red-haired, Escort bayan with freckles and green eyes, but he did not dare to cross the line for fear of loosing this very special friendship, a friendship that also allowed for the sharing of intimate details of their respective love lives.

To their surprises, they found a parking spot relatively easily. They walked, arm in arm, to the receiving line and looked their part as a respected, successful couple. In fact, her long, front-slit and sleeveless dress, in black satin, made her look stunning, which he did not fail to notice when she had opened the door to her house. They waited their turn in the receiving line and, finally, were welcomed by the hosts. He was in late 60s, white haired, pulled back neatly, with an impressively athletic build (years of tennis and golf would do that), and a warm, welcoming smile. He wore, apart from his tuxedo, a gold ring with the crest of his alma mater on his right ring finger, directing views to his long, manicured fingers. On previous occasions, Charleen had commented on his hands, referring to the apparent correlation of the length of fingers and other body parts not that visible normally. Looking at the vibrant face of his wife, whose blue eyes always shone in a way that made even her many wrinkles look beautiful, the thought ran through his mind that, in order to look that good at that age, “a lot of sex might have helped as well for him.”

Jean-Yves thanked the hostess for the kind invitation, kissing her on both cheeks. She was quite a bit heavier and, given her weight, would have benefited from a larger chest. But her sparkling personality and her great sense of humour made all of this irrelevant. He had always liked her, always assuming that their marriage was the model for how two people should live and grow old together.

“You look gorgeous, dear,” he heard the hostess say to Charleen, realising that his thoughts had left him daydreaming. They entered the house, with its high ceilings, large windows, and old paintings, being friendly greeted by waiters in gloves with glasses of champagne as well as red and white wine

Charleen and Jean-Yves split up, and they made their respective rounds. He only knew a few people, among whom he made the rounds and exchanged updates on life and business. He noted a clear change of attitude of guests towards his own country. Iraq-related suspicion had dissipated, and it was replaced with curiosity, mainly linked to the Italian-born model and singer who had made her 31st lover her husband and, in so doing, agreed to change the freedom of an artist’s life with the restrictions that come with being a First Lady.

Forty-five minutes later, he felt he had done his duty. He was pleased with himself as he felt he had become much Bayan escort better over the years at socialising, appearing more at ease, more quick-witted, while trying hard not to come across as arrogant and Euro-centric. He called a waiter, replaced his wine glass, and began to look at the art that was hanging on the walls in the mansion, probably from the time the family moved in. Even though this was not his favourite period, he recognised several pieces as being important contributions to early American art, with a lot of Bible-based symbolism in them.

He looked up the stairs, marvellous and very representative stairs into the living quarters, and he saw a painting that, from downstairs, looked as if it could be an Edward Hopper. He thus walked up the stairs to look at the work of art, when he heard some noises from a room nearby. He walked towards them, only to see that the door was open. He glanced into the room and almost dropped his glass of wine onto the hardwood floor. Charleen was kneeling in front of the hostess, who was sitting on a sofa, her dressed all pulled up, caressing and kissing her pussy. Jean-Yves just stood there, in a shock, unable to decide how to react. Charleen was first to notice him, she looked up, smiled at him and said, “come in and close the door.”

It was only then that Jean-Yves saw his host, sitting on the sofa, having taken his penis out of his pants, masturbating at the sight of his wife being serviced orally. As Charleen had predicted earlier, it was long, with a light bent to it, half-erect. “I can explain,” he began, stuttering, red in his face, while his penis was loosing all of the strength it had had before.

“No need,” answered Charleen, recovering her composure first (she never really lost it). To Jean-Yves’ surprise, she stood up, simply removed her panties, lifted her dress, kneeling down again, while exposing her white-skinned arse to Jean-Yves. “I know, you have wanted to fuck me for a long time,” she added with seductive tone he had never heard from her. As if nothing had happened, she focused her oral attention on the hostess again.

“I would like that,” the host added, “a lot.” He looked at Jean-Yves. “I have not had even the hint of an erection in years, but I might be able to come tonight. Watching Charleen kissing my wife, seeing my wife getting all hot and wet, this all has given me back things I long thought lost.”

And then he added something that Jean-Yves had not heard anyone say to him before this directly before. “Get undressed, please, I want to see you naked, I want to see your hard piece of manhood enter Charleen, I want to see you fuck her. I want the sight of the three of you coming all together. This might just do the trick.”

And then he moved forward, loosening Jean-Yves’ Escort belt, unzipping his trousers, watching them fall to the floor. With his long fingers, he softly touched his crotch and felt how his penis hardened. Jean-Yves did not move back, allowed him to continue and proceeded to unbutton his bowtie, his shirt, struggling with the cufflinks. Feeling his fingers on his hardening cock, fingers slipping into his briefs, he stripped down otherwise. Finally, Jean-Yves removed his underpants, his erect penis now close to his host’s face.

“Go, go and enter her, go and make love to your friend,” he said, leaning back, with his half-erect penis in his hands.

Kneeling in front of their hostess, Charleen’s gorgeous arse was pointing up to him, as inviting as could be. He caressed her but softly with his hands, with his penis. He felt how wet she had become. He caressed her clit with his cock, sensing no resistance, no hesitation. He saw his hostess smiling at him, legs spread wide, licking her lips at him. He closed his eyes, moved his pelvis forward, and, slowly, he entered his lesbian journalist friend. She sighed, she grunted.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I forgot how good this feels,” and she added, in French, “baise-moi, Jean-Yves, mon amour, oui, comme ça, baise-moi plus fort.”

Jean-Yves kept his eyes closed, breathing in the sensation of the moment, the lust of years that he did not permit himself to admit or to express. He grabbed her hips with his hands, as he felt her move rhythmically, in tone with his movements. When he heard his hostess moans and move, he looked up, into her face, about to come herself. He wanted to have enjoyed the moment longer, but he felt coming to the point of no return. His movements became faster, his breathing was heavy, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw how his hostess was now sucking her husband’s cock. He was now standing next to her, still in his tuxedo, but with his pants having fallen to the floor. He had a delight in his face that is difficult to capture in words.

No sooner than he realised the chain of lust that they formed, him fucking Charleen, Charleen performing oral sex on their hostess, and she sucking her husband’s revived cock, a cacophony of yeses filled the room, with bodies jerking and breathing slowing down. There was an intensity of released sexual tension in the room that none of the four had experienced before — the grand explosion of years’ worth of sexual frustrations. And silence.

“We have to say good-bye to our guests,” the host then said, with a huge smile on his face. “But the two of you will stay. Have a shower, have a bath, have some champagne. Have a night together. Tomorrow morning we will see.”

Charleen looked at Jean-Yves, Jean-Yves at her and the two of them. Nobody needed to say anything, they all knew that they would stay, and that both couples would make love to one another that night, making up for lost years. What the next morning would bring was less clear, but at that moment it did not matter.

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When I walked into Joe Cooper’s the next day after work, I was a bit surprised!

Joe was a woman; she explained to me that it was short for Josephine Ann Cooper. When I sat down in the nice padded chair in front of her desk I debated excusing myself and running the other direction!

Not only was Josephine a woman, but an extremely good looking brunette. She also looked a bit young to have such a successful business. If I’d had to guess, she was in her early thirties, and looked well refined and intelligent.

“So Mr. Payne, how can I help you today?” She asked.

“Please, call me Max.”

“Okay Max, I understand from my secretary you want to inquire about having a web site built.”

“Uh yes…I’ve been contemplating having a web site where I can make some money.” I told her.

“Certainly, we can design and build an e-commerce web site in a few days. What kind of product will you be selling?”

There was the big question… and I danced around the question a little bit, and asked her a question in return.

“Are your clients kept confidential?”

“Absolutely, if you become a client we keep the strictest privacy, and our web servers are as secure as we can make them.”

I looked at her for a few seconds trying to decide if I should just blurt it out.

“So again Max, what kind of web site did you have in mind?”

“Adult in nature.” I told her.

“I understand… are you selling marital aides?”

“I was thinking more of porn.” I told her and waited for a reaction.

“Interesting, we haven’t done that before. Are we talking movies or still pictures?”

“Movies.”

Joe maintained her professional cool. I had to hand it to her; she was taking notes and didn’t show one iota of loathing.

She looked up at me, “Sex is the number one item used to sell almost everything in the world. Do you have a name in mind for this new endeavor?”

“Max Porn.” I told her.

Joe smiled, “Cute, I like the play on words!”

“Thanks.”

She sat back and chewed on her pencil eraser, “What we can do is design the site with a payment method etc. Host the service and you’ll get a check every month. Is there anything else you need?”

“Do you have anyone who is good at editing video?”

“Actually I studied film making in college. I have the software and can do that for you…of course that will cost extra.”

“Great, is there any way to make this site accessible to say another country?” I asked, hoping there was.

“The internet is worldwide. If that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, what I mean is there a way to stop people in this country from seeing it?”

“Why would you want to limit your market?”

“The films are depictions of taboo… you know incest.”

Joe’s right eyebrow rose and she looked at me, “I see.”

I went on to explain, “My actor’s would rather not have anyone they know… stumble onto their films.”

“Yes, I can see where that might be rather embarrassing. Mmmmm…We could make the site only accept credit cards issued from the U.K. that way even if someone has a non-U.S. email, the site won’t let them in unless they have a card issued from that local country.”

“Another thing Max,” She said, “I can’t have anyone under 18, that’s against the law. Are your participants of age?” Joe asked.

“Yes, there is a clip of an I.D. on one interview, the other’s I can vouch for.”

“That’s fine, but will you email me a copy of the photo I.D.’s from everyone on film.”

The deal sounded pretty good to me, “So what will all this cost me?” I asked her.

She added up some things on her scratch paper and then passed it over to me, “This will do it, but the cost may vary depending on how much time I spend editing.”

I looked at the amount and it wasn’t as much as I thought…but pretty close to it!

“Well Max, do we have a deal?” She asked.

“Okay.”

“Great! I’ll have my secretary draw up a contract, and you can sign it and we’ll get started. Did you bring the film clips you need edited?”

I pulled a pile of memory cards from my pocket, “Here are the clips but I have to warn you they are pretty graphic.”

I had to give her credit she was as cool as a cucumber, “I went to college Max, I doubt you have anything I haven’t seen before.”

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She raised the eyebrow again but took the memory chips, “If you wait in the lobby I’ll have the contract for you to sign in fifteen or twenty minutes.” She told me and stood up.

I stood and she shook my hand, “Welcome aboard Max!”

“Thank you.” I told her and left her office to wait for the contract.

I kept hoping that I hadn’t made a mistake by trusting her. I filled out the contact information they wanted and wrote a big check to cover the first month plus an editing estimate. I left hoping it worked out the way she said it would!

When I got back to the apartment I put my suit on and headed down for a swim to relax. I saw Jan and Kacey when I walked into Escort bayan the pool area, and I hoped it wouldn’t blow up in my face. Fortunately they seemed to be in a good mood laughing and talking when they noticed me.

Kacey jumped up and ran over to give me a hug, “Hi Max!” She said, “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I got a job…mom did too!”

“Hey that’s great! When do you start?”

We walked over to where Jan was sitting, “It’s not much but McDonalds down on Waverly said I could start tomorrow.” Kacey went on.

“Hi” Jan said, “I guess you heard the good news?”

“Yeah, so you got the job?”

“Yes they loved me!” Jan grinned.

“What’s not to love?”

Kacey started grabbing her things, “Hey mom Amy is on her way over,” she said looking at her phone, “Where going to go meet some friends.”

“Okay, what time will you be home?” Jan asked her.

“I don’t know, but not too late I have to work tomorrow!” Kacey said proudly.

“Bye Max,” Kacey said giving me a quick hug.

Then she ran off at a trot for their apartment.

“So what’s this job?” I asked Jan taking the seat Kacey had been using.

“Just office work but it pays pretty well. Not as much as the last job but it’s a start.”

“That’s great I’m glad you got it!”

“I won’t have to pay my rent on my back anymore.” Jan whispered, and then started laughing at the look on my face.

“I said you didn’t have to do that!”

“I know…I’m just teasing you!” Jan laughed even harder, “Besides I told you it was fun!”

“Jesus, does Kacey know about us?”

Jan looked more serious, “No, and if she finds out she’ll probably go ballistic!”

“I hope not!” I whistled.

“I think that girl is falling in love with you Max.”

I took a beer out of Jan’s always present cooler, and sat back.

“So what can I do about it?” I asked her.

“Well for one thing, you could stop having sex with her.”

That made me do a double take and I figured she was right. The problem was I enjoyed it more than just a wild fling and a movie. I think it was right at that moment… I realized I had some emotional attachment to Kacey that went a bit further than just sex or being her uncle.

I pushed those feelings away and told Jan, “The last couple of times were her idea.”

Jan looked at me, “I don’t doubt it Max. If I was her age and you were my uncle, I probably would have done the same thing.”

My sister continued to surprise me almost every day. There was much more to her than I’d ever realized!

“I thought I was the only Horn Dog in the family.”

“That’s what you get for thinking big brother!” Jan told me and let out a chuckle, “There’s a lot of skeleton’s in my old closet.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll never tell…well maybe someday…but not today!”

We sat there sipping our beers for a while. Then Jan brought up the subject of the movie again.

“So have you thought about it yet?”

“What?”

“Putting me in one of your smutty little movies.”

It was my turn to surprise my sister, “You’re already in one.” I told her.

She did a double take, “What do you mean?”

“Remember my hat the other night?” She shook her head yes, “I had a little camera in it.”

“YOU WHAT!” Jan exclaimed, “You mean all of that got filmed!” and quickly turned her voice down a notch or two.

“Sure did, I haven’t seen it yet, but I bet it’s great!”

“Oh MY GOD!” Jan whispered turning a bright shade of pink.

“See, I have my little secrets too!”

Jan looked at me, “God you’re a sneaky bastard!” Jan replied but there was a little smile on her lips, “I’m going to have to be more careful around you.”

It was my turn to laugh, “I guess so.”

It took a while but Jan finally asked, “So can I see it?”

Then I had to explain about Joe, the edits, and web page to her. I figured it wouldn’t hurt for her to know the truth.

Jan listened intently and asked a few questions before getting us fresh beers and sitting back, “Wow!” she said, letting out a big breath.

Jan finally asked the big question, “Are you going to put that film of us on your web site?”

“Only if you agree to it.”

Jan looked a bit uncomfortable, “So this Joe guy guarantees only people in Europe can see it?”

“So she claims,” I replied, “See Joe is short for Josephine.”

“Another woman in your life?” Jan said, “Did you fuck her too?”

“No, it’s strictly a business venture Jan.”

Jan searched my eyes for the truth, “For now, but I bet she hits on you sooner or later.”

“Well, unless she wants to be in a movie for profit…I’m not interested.” I told her.

I was feeling like baring my soul so I told her about Amy.

“God Max, is there anyone left around here you haven’t fucked?”

“A few stragglers,” I laughed, “I’ll get around to them in good time!”

Jan lunged for me and I jumped up and dove in the pool. Jan was right behind me and we ended up laughing and splashing each other in a good hearted sibling contest, just like when we Bayan escort were kids.

When we got out of the pool and started toweling off Jan looked at me and said, “Let’s go up to your place.”

I figured that having sex with Jan was just what I needed to make me forget the huge check I’d written Joe earlier.

When we got to my apartment, I shut the door and locked it tight. I turned around to watch Jan walking around peeking at stuff.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Seeing if any of your little spy cams are around.” She told me and kept looking.

“I don’t have any cameras out here.”

Jan stopped looking and came over to me, “You wouldn’t lie to your sister would you?”

“I swear they are all in the spare bedroom!”

“Good!” Jan replied, and yanked my swimming suit down in one big tug.

“HEY!” I laughed, “You in a hurry?”

Now I thought Amy was a horny girl, but Jan was giving her a run for her money. She dropped to her knees and gobbled my cock while she yanked her bikini top off.

As soon as it fell on the floor she put her hands on my cock and balls and started sucking on my knob like it was the best candy she’d ever tasted!

Most women that have sucked my dick before seemed to do it like it was expected of them. Jan was one of those rare girls who actually loved to suck dick!

She was slurping and sucking loudly on my cock. Massaging my balls and working us both up into frenzy!

I just stood there above her watching her boobs bounce around, her nipples as hard as two diamonds. There is something about seeing my cock in my sister’s mouth that really turns me on!

Jan would look up at me and stroke my cock as she sucked my knob hard. Close her eyes and try to deep throat it, and then pull back and try to stick the tip of her tongue in the opening.

“GOD I love your cock!” Jan would say, and then start sucking it again.

When my dick was as hard as steel she stopped, got up and went over to the sofa. She stood there at the arm rest and yanked her bikini bottoms down and stepped out of them.

“Max…you make me so wet!”

I started to move towards her as she bent over and rested her forearms on the end of the sofa and spread her legs apart. Her boobs were jiggling under her as she turned to face me, “Be a good brother and come fuck me!” Jan said, “I need your nice hard cock in me!”

I got behind Jan and her wet slit coated my knob almost instantly. When it was nice and wet I drove all nine inches up into her hot slippery cunt.

Jan gasped and then let out her breath, “Oh yeah that feels good…Fuck your little sis like you mean it!”

She didn’t need to encourage me. I squeezed her nice butt cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart wide as I fucked her hard and fast! My sister’s pussy was so hot and wet inside that I didn’t last but five minutes.

“AH AH AH OH YEA!…UNhh GOD YESSS!” Jan chanted as I pumped her hard and deep, “GIVE IT TO ME BABY!”

With a loud grown Jan came and her pussy tightened up around my cock. The next thing I knew I was grunting and holding her by the hips as I shot my load up her twat like the cork popping out of a bottle of champagne!

I bet the whole thing hadn’t lasted 10 or 15 minutes since the time I closed the door! I just moaned and massaged the inside of her pussy with my dick. I could still feel cum draining out the end even after it stopped jerking and spurting.

“Jesus Max!” Jan groaned, “I love how hard you cum!”

“Not as much as I do!” I told her.

“No wonder Kacey is falling in love with you.” Jan replied still bent over the sofa with my cock in her, “She gave it a squeeze with her pussy, “I might do the same thing if I’m not careful.”

I pulled my wilting cock out of her and she spun around and kissed me hard on the lips while she held my wet dick in one hand.

When the kiss was over she pulled back, “Max, I don’t care how many women you fuck as long as you don’t forget about me.”

“I could never forget you!” I told her and we kissed again.

Jan left a little later and I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I’d kept thinking about how hot she could get me. The girl really knew how to treat a man right!

With both of Jan and Kacey working again I got some peace and quiet for a few days. Joe called me one evening and gave me an update on how things were going.

“Hi Max.”

“Hi Joe, how’s it going?”

“I just wanted to let you know that the editing was tuff but I think you’ll like what you see.” She said.

“When can I see it?” I asked her.

“Give me one more day and I’ll email you a link and password to take a look.”

“Great!”

“I think you are going to need more videos before we go live. People who are paying money expect to see a larger selection than just these few.”

That made sense and I told her so.

“Maybe you could do a follow up with that little blonde girl in the cheer outfit?” Joe suggested.

“Yeah, I guess I could think up something.”

“One more thing,” she replied, “Although the filming isn’t Escort that bad, it would look better if a pro actually did it.”

I was a little miffed by that but I thought she was probably right. It was difficult to do the cameras and the filming at the same time.

“So do you know someone who would be willing to do that?” I asked.

“I could do it.”

“So how much extra will that costs?”

“I think you might have a money maker here,” Came her reply, “What if I include the editing, filming etc. for a percentage of whatever that particular scene makes?”

I had to stop and ponder that for a minute. I decided that it might be worth a try if we could reach an agreement. We argued the percentage for a while and we both decided on an amount in the middle of what we each wanted.

I wanted Joe to pay half of the money I would need to give Amy. She agreed and offered to film it at her house where there were the proper lights and cameras. It sounded pretty good and I wanted a first rate film so we went with that idea.

“I’ll email you a script I worked out that sort of plays off what you already did.” Joe told me.

“Okay, I’ll get a hold of Amy and see if she wants to do it.”

“Great, talk to you later.” And she hung up.

I got in touch with Amy by email and sent her Joe’s script the next morning. She was all about making another $500 bucks, and said she’d do it.

We planned to meet at Joe’s house on Saturday night to shoot the scene. Things seemed to be working out and the test site, and edited films looked damn good to me!

In fact things were so good I took the day off from work. I planned on hanging out at the pool and not doing much of anything. That sort of blew up before it even got started.

I had my suit on and a towel, just about to head out the door when someone started banging on the door. I opened it to find Kacey in her McDonald’s clothes and she looked pissed!

Kacey came barging in and slammed the door, “Why did you do it!” She almost yelled.

“What?”

“You know what!” She said giving me the evil eye.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I told her and backed away.

“Amy told me you fucked her!”

“Well…yeah,” I said, “But it was for a movie not because I love her.”

“Oh so you didn’t enjoy fucking my best friend!”

“Well, I can’t say it didn’t feel good. But it doesn’t mean were going steady or something like that.”

“You don’t get it do you!”

“Get what?”

Kacey’s shoulders went limp and she wrung her hands together looking down, “I LOVE YOU MAX!” she stammered, “God men are so stupid!” she muttered under her breath.

Then she started crying and went and sat down on the sofa, “I thought we had something special.” She sniveled and I got her a tissue.

I sat down next to Kacey on the couch and dried her tears with the tissue, “We do have something special and I’ve always loved you.”

Kacey sniffed and blew her nose, “Then why can’t it be just us together?”

My sister had been right about teenage girls falling in love so easy. I tried to smooth things out the best I could. I really hated that she was so upset with me.

“Kacey, someday you’re going to find the perfect man for you. I’m too old… and I’m your uncle on top of that. We can’t just run off into the sunset and have a bunch of kids.”

“I guess deep down I know that,” She sniffed, “But I can’t help how I feel about you either.”

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but really it was only for the movie. I don’t love Amy like I do you.”

“Really?”

“Yes really, but that doesn’t mean we can spend the rest of our lives together.”

“That sucks, but I know you’re right.” Kacey replied, and leaned over against me.

I decided I might as well tell her about Jan. I figured she would find out at some point anyway.

I took a deep breath, “You might as well know that I did a film with your mom too.”

“You WHAT?” Kacey pulled away and yanked my arm off her shoulder.

“I’m just being honest, I thought you should know.”

“How could you!” Kacey started to get upset again, “She’s your sister!”

“And you’re my Niece…so what’s the difference?”

“Jesus Max!” Kacey expelled, “You’re just like all the other guys that fuck every girl they can find!”

“Jan wanted to do it. She asked me… so she could make money to help pay your bills.”

“I suppose you love her because she’s your age?” Kacey replied and came back over and sat down.

Kacey rubbed her face with both hands, “God this is so fucked up!”

“Look Kacey, your mom doesn’t want to get married again. She doesn’t even want to date, but that doesn’t mean she wants to give up sex forever! I don’t ever want to get married, and I love Jan as much as you…so what’s the harm if it makes her happy to have some sex with me once in a while?”

Kacey looked at me but I could tell what I told her was sinking in.

“Hey I’m sorry; I just thought you ought to know the truth.” I said again.

Kacey looked over at me, “I appreciate that, but it’s still a hot mess.”

“I suppose you are out of my movie business now?” I laughed trying to lighten the mood in the room.

Kacey looked at me for a long time and then sighed, “You know part of my problem is this new job really sucks!”

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By the time we got up the next morning, Mom and Dad had already left for work. We got dressed (separately) and went downstairs and poured ourselves some Apple Jacks. We were both in a good mood. I didn’t bring up anything about our make-out session the night before, and neither did Emily.

But the slippery spot between my legs hadn’t magically vanished during the night. Nope. It was still there, longing for attention. I squished every time I walked and I was afraid that if I got too close to Emily that she’d be able to smell that I was in heat, in spite of my freshly laundered panties. So I refused to sit next to her on the sofa like we usually did. Instead I curled up alone in the chair in front of the TV.

Emily sat on the sofa near me and we ate our breakfast together. Emily was bored enough to crank on the TV. As she sat there channel hopping a sports show whizzed past and we heard the announcer say the magic word. Practice.

“Practice?” Emily said brightly, her head popping up to look around. “Did somebody say ‘practice’?” I broke out laughing and I was glad that I didn’t accidentally shoot milk out my nose.

“Down, girl,” I said, wiping milk from my mouth with the back of my hand. “I think you’ve had enough practice.”

Emily pretended to pout. Obviously she’d enjoyed last night as much as I had, and she wanted more. I was so happy – it wasn’t just me that longed for more kisses, more caresses. Emily wanted me just like I wanted her. But did we really want to go there? As badly as I wanted to, I somehow felt that we weren’t ready yet. Of course, it turned out that I was wrong.

Emily left the channel on ESPN, obviously hoping for someone to use the magic word again. Finally someone did, and Emily popped up and looked around again, giggling. “Practice? Practice?”

“No,” I said, using the firm tone that you’d use on a puppy dog who just chewed up your slipper. “No more practice.”

Emily pouted again, but the tone was set. For the rest of the morning she took every opportunity she could to say the word ‘practice.’ And every time she said it, her head would pop up and look around like a kitten hearing the can opener.

Emily grabbed the remote and pointed it at the TV, changing the channels as rapidly as she could, pausing only long enough to hear what they were saying on each channel. “I need to see if I can find anybody else who’s practicing!”

Have you ever tried to hear a certain word on TV? It’s pretty hard, and Emily gave up trying to hear it and started making up her own to go with the shows. When she found an episode of Cirque du Soleil she said, “I’ll bet they never pass up a chance to practice!” I tried not to laugh as she looked at me disdainfully and changed the channel.

She found an episode of America’s Funniest Videos, and we saw a baby trying to eat with a spoon and missing her mouth. The poor kid had applesauce all over her face. “See?” said Emily. “If she just had more practice, her whole life would be so much better?”

“You know what?” she said. “You gave me way too much milk on these Apple Jacks. You know what I think? I think you need more practice!” Emily closed her eyes and pursed her lips out at me, begging for a kiss. I chuckled but stayed right in my chair. Emily waited with her lips at the ready. When I didn’t run over and kiss her she acted disappointed and pretended to pout. I broke out laughing. Emily joined me and we giggled ourselves breathless.

There was no question that last night’s explorations had left Emily in much the same condition they’d left me – hot and bothered and wanting more. Way more. But did she really want to go to that next step? Did I? I wished that she’d stop kidding me about practicing so that I’d have a chance to sort out my feelings.

But Emily’s enthusiasm was contagious. And I found myself watching her lips and the little gap between her front teeth. Somehow that little imperfection had become the very thing that made her perfect to me. As I watched her lips it was as if everything they did was a tease just for me. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Somehow it wasn’t enough just to be her friend any more. Even her best friend. I wanted to possess her, to somehow make her mine. To mark her with my scent by dragging my wet pussy up her legs.

Emily’s body seemed so desirable – her taut belly and delicate fingers, those lips that I loved kissing so much last night. And what about between her legs? Was she as wet as I was? Could I make her that way? What did she taste like between her legs?

Ohmigod. Where did that thought come from? I was appalled at myself for even thinking it. But I was even more appalled at how that feeling refused to go away. It morphed into full-blown brazen curiosity. What would it be like to lick Emily’s pussy? I squeezed my legs together, trying vainly to keep more juice from leaking into my sopping panties.

I had two choices – I could jump on her and start practicing, or I could try to find something else to distract her. To take my Escort bayan mind off kissing her.

I have no real excuse. I think that maybe it was just the need between my legs fogging my brain. The proximity of a real live sexy girl was way more intoxicating than anything I had ever concocted in my imagination. I swear I was just thinking of getting her a little more hot and bothered than she was. Teasing her like she had been teasing me with all her ‘practice’ jokes. That’d teach her, right?

“Come on, I’ve got something to show you.” I took Emily’s hand in mine and led her upstairs to Mom’s room. Why did touching her like that send a shiver through my whole body?

“OK.” she said. “What’s up here?”

“You’ll see.”

I pulled her into Mom and Dad’s room and into Mom’s closet. I had to kick some of the dirty clothes out of the way to make a clear spot on the floor. The machine was still where I’d left it, tucked into a corner and hiding under Mom’s nightgown. I pulled Emily down on her knees next to me. I felt like we were forming a secret club, kneeling to worship some kind of electric erotic god. Maybe that’s what we were doing.

“You have to promise not to tell,” I said.

“OK.”

“No, really, really promise.”

“OK. I really, really promise. What is it?”

I paused and pushed my hair back behind my ears, stalling and trying to decide if her promise was serious enough or not. But that was mostly for show. I was just kidding myself, because my mind was already made up.

I looked at Emily and I could see that I had her curiosity piqued. I leaned over and lifted the nightgown and tossed it away. Then, before I could change my mind, I slipped the panties off of the rubber penis shaft and tossed them too. I managed to drag my eyes away from the machine so that I could watch Emily’s reaction. Her eyes flew wide and her hand flew to her mouth, trying to subdue the giggle that escaped her lips.

“Ohmigod!” she said.

Emily’s hand reached out to cup the business end in her hand, just as I had done the day before. She watched herself slide her hand up and down the rod, her other hand still cupped over her mouth.

“Ohmigod!” she whispered into her hand.

“Ohmigod!” she said.

I don’t think that I’ve ever seen Emily at a loss for words before, and I had to laugh.

“Did you try it?” she asked.

“No!” I tried to sound chagrined, as if I’d never ever thought of such a thing. “I just found it yesterday. It’s Mom’s.”

“Duh.”

Watching Emily’s hand caress the plastic made me a little jealous. And wet. Her fingers were so long and pretty. I wanted her to stroke me and not that rubber thing. And I wanted that rubber thing in me. And I wanted Emily’s kisses. I wanted my shower and my shaving gel and my hand. I wanted to taste Emily’s pussy. I guess I just wanted everything.

Emily turned her head to look at me, a naughty grin that I’d never seen before lighting her face. I noticed that her hand never stopped stroking the shaft. It was as if she was mesmerized by the thing. When she spoke again she used a singsong voice like a six year old girl making a dare.

“Wanna try it?”

“No!” I had no trouble sounding surprised. “I didn’t bring you in here to try it. I just thought you’d like to…” Words failed me. “See it?”

“Oh come on. Let’s try it! You know you want to.”

“No!”

“C’mon. Your parents are at work and won’t get home until this evening. Besides, you know you want to. You wouldn’t have brought me in here if you didn’t. And you said we couldn’t practice kissing. Maybe we should practice something different. Let’s just turn it on and see what it does.” Emily looked at me and raised her eyebrows in a mute question.

I think we both knew that if we turned it on we’d have to try it. But maybe not – we had managed to keep our hands off each other after our practicing last night. My stunned brain was flooded with possibilities and I couldn’t say anything as a barrage of sexy images took my consciousness. Emily took this as an opening. Maybe it was.

Emily popped a quick kiss on my lips and started gathering the cords. I was befuddled. I was wet and hot and bothered. I’d set events in motion and I didn’t know where they were going to take me. And I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go there. Wherever ‘there’ was. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Wait! Even if I did agree to use it, we don’t have to do it right now, do we?”

Emily laughed. “That’s easy for you to say. It’s in your house. You’ll have lots of chances to sneak in here and try it. How often am I over here when one of your parents isn’t?”

She had me there. Before I could think of another objection Emily had the cords piled on top and the machine in her arms. She stood up and purposefully left the closet and walked out of Mom’s room, her hair bouncing as she left with her new treasure. I got up and followed her, my eyes on her denim covered bottom.

Emily set the machine on the floor of my Bayan escort bedroom in the same spot where we had been sitting and necking the night before. My usually loquacious girlfriend was silent with purpose and desire. She crawled over to plug the cord in, and I took the opportunity to look at her taut little ass again. Heaven help me, I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to peel her jeans down so that I could see her bare bottom.

Emily plugged the cord into an outlet and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the machine. I sat next to her. She ceremoniously positioned the remote control on the floor between us. She nudged it towards me.

“Turn it on.”

“I’m not gonna turn it on. You turn it on.”

“I’m not gonna turn it on. You turn it on.”

The dare hung in the air for a moment. Then the thought occurred to me. There’s nothing quite like shafting someone with their own words.

“You have to,” I said. “Remember? You never get to come over when my parents aren’t home. This might be your only chance.” I stuck my tongue out and made a face at her.

Emily chuckled, but it was clear that her mind was on the machine and not me. She put her tongue between her lips and reached out and twisted the knob. The machine growled to life, the tip of the rubber penis moving in little circles. We both broke out giggling. It was so unrealistic – surely a real boy’s thing didn’t look this silly. And yet at the same time my pussy longed for that pale stiff shaft. Suddenly the quivering cums I had been giving myself for years seemed inadequate. My fingers weren’t as long as the Symbian penis, and suddenly I wanted something bigger than my fingers – something that filled me completely full. I wanted a machine that would never tire, unlike my wrist which sometimes failed me before I wanted it to. I knew right then that someday I was going to have to try Mom’s machine.

Emily put her fingers on the shaft, holding it loosely as it wiggled in her hand.

“Gosh,” she said. “Can you even imagine what that would feel like?”

I shook my head. I suddenly realized that I was breathing very deeply, my imagination sparked by thoughts of what pleasures might await with that huge thing stuck deep inside me. I could picture Emily sitting astride it, her legs spread and her pink pussy being invaded by the rubber penis. A shiver of delight ran through me.

“Try the other knob,” I said.

Emily twisted the second knob. At first it seemed like nothing happened, but the farther she twisted the knob the louder the machine got. We could see that the penis not only twirled, it also vibrated. The wiggling phallus looked about as realistic as Michael Jackson. It seemed awfully loud, and I wondered how my mom had ever managed to use it without me hearing. Maybe it was quieter when it was, you know, inside?

We were both mesmerized. Emily had a glazed look of lust in her eye as she stared at the machine. We didn’t need any words between us, because we both knew that there was no escape. The gently humming machine with the plastic penis had used our longings for each other to snare us like rabbits in a trap. We were going to let the Symbian have its way with us. “You first,” I said.

“No way!” she said. “You first. I might break it!”

We both laughed at this absurdity.

“C’mon,” she said. “It’s your mom’s. If anyone should go first it’s you.”

“Oh no, this was your idea. Besides, I can sneak in here and use it whenever I want, and you only get to when no one’s around, remember?”

Emily admitted defeat and pushed her hair back behind her ears. She looked both nervous and lusty, and I was amazed at how much I wanted to kiss her. “OK, but we’re partners, right? After I’ve tried it you have to. Whether I like it or not.”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“OK,” I said. “Take your pants off.”

“No way! You take yours off first. If I have to do it first, you have to get undressed first.”

“Same time?” I said hopefully.

Emily laughed. “OK.”

We both stood up and took a step away from Mom’s Symbian. I couldn’t imagine how I ever got to this place – stripping in front of my best friend so that we could take turns masturbating with a machine. Ohmigod. What were we doing? But my reservations were insignificant beside my new longings. It was all so foreign, and at the same time I was with Emily and so it was all right. Besides – I just wanted to.

We were both too embarrassed to look at each other while we got undressed. I watched my fingers unbutton my jeans as if I never could have managed without looking. As I listened to Emily peel down her jeans a shiver of desire unlike any I’d ever felt before shuddered through me. This was way different than getting ready for gym class or changing into our swimming suits at the pool. It was even more exciting than undressing so that I could do myself. This was getting undressed for sex with somebody else. Together. So that we could take turns impaling ourselves on Mom’s giant vibrating Escort thingy.

It was as if every nerve ending in my body had suddenly become fine-tuned. I could feel every thread in the denim as it slid down my legs, every strand of cotton fiber in my panties as they tried to cling to my wet pussy. A curious need infused my whole body. Sex used to mean imagining a lover and playing with myself until I came. Suddenly it was very different. Now there was a longing to hold Emily, to fill her needs. To taste her. To touch her. To rub myself on her. To gaze in her eyes and kiss her sweet lips. It was more personal and more exciting than anything I’d ever done. I tried to concentrate – first things first, you know? We were just going to use the machine, right?

Emily looked into my eyes. “I need some practice first,” she said.

I nodded. There was no real point in avoiding her kisses any longer, was there? We stepped together, wrapping our arms around each other as if we’d been doing it forever. Even though only our legs were bare it seemed as if I’d never actually been naked before. Our legs touched and I could feel her nipples pressing through the thin material of our t-shirts. My hands seemed to drop naturally to her bare ass. I held her cheeks in my hand and tried to fight the involuntary thrusting of my pussy.

As our lips touched it was just like before – I forgot all about where I was and what I was doing. The low thrumming of the machine faded away and took the whole world with it. Her lips were needy and soft and wet. My t-shirt suddenly felt rough and irritable, and I wanted to rip it off so that I could rub my nipples against hers.

It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to slip my hand between her legs. Obligingly she spread them a little bit for me. For the first time in my life I touched a pussy that wasn’t my own. I wasn’t at all surprised that Emily was as slippery as I was. I fondled her wet lips, trying to spread her moisture and somehow absorb her personal nectar through my fingertips. I stroked her just the way I stroked myself, fondling and teasing her swollen lips towards a good cum. Emily thrust her tongue deep into my mouth as I touched her.

It felt so good. So natural. But where did these longings come from? The machine? Emily? Some desire for a woman’s touch that I just never knew I had? It didn’t matter. One way or another I was going to try to slake the thirst between my legs by slaking the thirst between Emily’s.

We were both hot and breathless when we leaned away from each other, and there was no doubt that if the machine hadn’t been humming and waiting patiently for a wet pussy that we wouldn’t have stopped.

“Ready?” I said. Emily nodded, a whisper of a nervous smile on her face.

Holding hands we stepped back by the machine. Emily pushed her hair back as she put one bare foot on each side of the machine. Her legs were so lovely, and I felt a momentary twinge of jealousy for the machine that was going to sample her pussy before I did.

I let go of Emily’s hand and sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of the machine. I ceremoniously took the control box in my hands and turned both knobs off. I figured that she didn’t really want to try to hit a moving target with her pussy. “Ready for liftoff,” I said.

Emily bit her lip, pushed her hair back behind her ears and straddled the machine, sitting on the curvy vinyl right behind the penis. I had this sudden silly urge to tuck my head between her legs so that she would be lowering herself onto my mouth.

“Wait a minute!” I said. I put down the control box and got to my feet. Emily watched me as I ran to the bathroom and fetched my can of shaving gel. I wiggled the can so Emily could see as I walked back into my room. “Seeee?”

I took my spot on the floor in front of the machine. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right,” I said. Emily watched as I shook the can and squirted a blob of the slippery gel into my hand. I wrapped my palm around the rubber shaft and smeared the goo all over it. In a moment the thing was just as slippery as I was. It even smelled pretty.

“There you go,” I said. I picked up the remote control and said, “Ready for liftoff, part two.” Emily got up on her knees, positioning her slit over the vibrating penis. She put her hand between her legs and smeared her wetness around.

I was captivated by the sight of her fingers on her pussy. After all, it was the first one that I’d ever seen this close. Her lips were swollen and shiny with their own liquids. I could clearly see her wet inner lips, puffy and pink and begging to have something shoved in between them. Her fingers danced and slid around her slit just the way I liked to do myself. I swear it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

I saw my hand reaching for her slit. Without my permission, even. “Here,” I said. My voice was a strangled croak. “Let me help.” Emily gasped as my fingers touched her clit, and I could actually see her legs tremble as I gently massaged her nubbin. Emily allowed my caress for a few seconds, but apparently her legs wouldn’t hold her up any more. She braced herself with her hand on top of the machine and slowly lowered herself onto the shaft.

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